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The Manacle vs. the Steel Swallow

A smutty story by Aetos Swallowtail

...Neutralize the Steel Swallow and bring him down to street level for pickup. The Manacle glanced across the screen of his issued communicator, going over his mission briefing for the thousandth time. By now, he could recite the entire thing from memory, so he snapped shut the scuffed clamshell phone his communicator was disguised as and pocketed it. The Costume Department back at Hero HQ had really done a number on him today. Anyone who looked at him would only see an average-height German shepherd leaning against the wall of a pawn shop, dressed in cargo shorts and a dirty wife beater. A pair of cheap sunglasses completed the disguise and helped guard against the off-chance that anyone would recognize the superhero's unremarkable face. Panting in the late-July heat, the Manacle resumed his surveillance of a specific window on a seedy-looking apartment building down the block.

If the Manacle had to summarize his own career, he would probably describe himself as an "up and coming" superhero. His power set, an innate ability to conjure and manipulate ethereal chains, had made him a great sidekick in his early days, but he needed a big bust of his own before he'd be able to hit the big time of superhero service. That's why he had been ecstatic when he'd been informed this morning the Steel Swallow's hideout may have been discovered, and that he, alone, would be given the opportunity to bring him in. Most sensible people, normal and super alike, would be nervous about going toe-to-toe with a supervillain by themselves, but for the Steel Swallow, the term was a bit generous. For the umpteenth time, the Manacle went over everything that was known about the enigmatic avian who was known in the media as the Steel Swallow.

About 15 months ago, a secret lab was discovered beneath the very streets of the city, funded by a number of corrupt city officials and run by a rouge general. All of that was a bit out of the Manacle's league, but what mattered at the moment was what was found inside. Soldiers were being merged with cybernetic augments, transformed into mindless killing machines. By the time the chaos had subsided, an unknown number of the cyborgs had escaped, wreaking havoc across the city. The Manacle remembered those days; he'd helped stop a couple, and didn't sleep for three days straight. None of the city's superheroes did. By the end of the week, there was only one cyborg unaccounted for. He resurfaced another week later, an electric blue swallow with glittering silver mechanical wings and a mounted jetpack. He roared down a street at mach one, snagging an unattended bag and disappearing around the corner. So began the ignoble career of the Steel Swallow, the world's pettiest supervillain.

The media and Hero HQ alike were baffled by him. Here was a supervillain who, according to the best intelligence available, was not working with any other criminals, and seemed to have no motive for his thievery other than the thrill of it. It seemed like every super in the city attempted to catch him at least once, but he was far faster than any of them. And following a particularly embarrassing episode in which he evaded the big cheese himself, DynaWolf, in the heart of downtown, Hero HQ stopped assigning heroes to his case, even though his purse-snatching never ceased. But his reign of...well, not terror, certainly...irritation? Inconvenience? Well, whatever it was, it was coming to an end today. Because the Manacle had just spied a beaked head poking out of his window.

The Manacle's breath caught in his throat as he realized that he was looking at the key to the big time. The swallow glanced around, quickly climbing out of his window and onto the rickety fire escape that zigzagged up the building. Leave, leave, leave... the Manacle chanted in his mind, as if it would affect the avian. Then, with a sudden motion, he left. The Steel Swallow leapt off the fire escape just as his jetpack kicked in, almost instantly disappearing over the roof of the neighboring building with a faint roar. The Manacle glanced around to see if anyone else had reacted, but the street was deserted.He must always leave in the middle of the work day, he thought as he quickly crossed the street toward the Swallow's building. Almost forgetting in his excitement, the Manacle flipped open his disguised communicator and reported in. "Target has left the building, I'm moving to search the apartment and wait for him." Only a brief, static-filled pause passed before a voice replied, "Roger that, Manacle, proceed."

Stepping around a snoring bum, the Manacle entered the alley next to the building. There was a door into the fire escape, but it was secured by a latch on the other side. Looks like I'm taking the elevator, then, the shepherd thought to himself. Glancing around to make sure he was alone, the superhero raised his paws and reached into his mind, tapping the reserves of his power and willing one of his chains into existence. With a faint, violet shimmer, the chain materialized, one end secured to the fire escape right outside of the Steel Swallow's window, one loop dangling near his feet. He slipped a footpaw into the cuff, grasping the thick links with his paws. Focusing again, he willed his chain to be shorter. With another violet shimmer and a series of clinks, the chain began to shorten itself, lifting him up the building. Using one paw to keep himself away from the creaking fire escape, the Manacle took a few deep breaths and fought the urge to close his eyes. He _hated_heights. By the time he had reached the fifth floor, he was shivering, grasping his chain so hard it was hurting his paw. As soon as he could, he pulled himself onto the fire escape, gasping as the structure creaked beneath him. Before he considered that there may still be people in the apartment, he threw himself through the window.

The Manacle landed in a sprawl on an ancient, filthy carpet that may at one point have had a color. Quickly standing, he surveyed the room he had stumbled into. As he expected, it looked to be a one-bedroom. A decrepit couch was pushed against the wall, across from a television that looked like it had been salvaged from a dumpster. Ready to conjure chains at any moment, the Manacle quickly explored his surroundings. The bathroom was empty, and the bedroom was as well. Feeling more secure, the shepherd dropped his paws and began to more thoroughly examine the place. Based on previous intelligence, he estimated he would have about 45 minutes before the swallow returned.

There wasn't much to be seen in the apartment. No stolen bags, nothing connected to other supervillains. There wasn't even a bed in the bedroom. A stained blanket and pillow were spread across the couch. The Manacle felt a momentary stab of pity for the supervillain, especially knowing that he was going to go home to his own well-furnished home that night. The hero was about to start setting up his trap when he noticed a stack of DVDs next to the television. He picked up the first and almost dropped it when he saw the cover, a "Whoa!" escaping his lips. Bound Sluts 1-3: The Cumpilation. Below the bold title was a twinky fennec, chained to a table with a jaw-stretching ball gag in his muzzle. The Manacle gave a low, appreciative whistle as he checked the rest of the disks, revealing similar titles. Grinning, the hero briefly considered calling this in to HQ; Control, I've discovered four disks of gay BDSM pornography, please advise. Chuckling, he replaced the disks, suddenly feeling the need to adjust his own shorts.All right, enough messing around, time to bring this thief in.

The Manacle settled himself back in the corner next to the window, and waited. The shadow of the window frame slowly crept along one of the many cracks in the walls until a faint roaring sound began to vibrate the thin walls. The shepherd swallowed, muzzle suddenly completely dry. His stomach tied itself in knots as a winged shadow appeared in the window, almost instantly colliding with the fire escape with a loud *clang!* The jetpack quickly shut off, trailing off into a whine before lapsing into silence. The Manacle held his breath, pressed against the wall as if he could melt into it to hide a little better. Before him, a pair of his chains slowly swayed, like cobras ready to strike. And, just like that, there he was. A leg stretched its way through the window slowly, scaly yellow toe flexing as it quested for solid ground. The Manacle's eyes widened as he realized that the swallow was completely, no, wait; he was wearing a pair of black compression shorts, like what most avians wore when they went flying. The swallow's left wing and head came in next, fortunately facing away. He's making this too easy, thought the Manacle as he made his move.

As soon as he took his first step towards the unaware avian, the Steel Swallow stiffened, almost like he had sensed something terribly wrong. It was too late for him, though, as the Manacle's strong paw fastened itself around the back of his neck, swiftly dragging him into the apartment. The swallow's metal wings clattered to the ground as he landed heavily on his side, the Manacle quickly following him down, pinning him by his neck to the carpet. He gave a terrified-sounding squawk, wide eyes visible as he twisted his head to see his attacker. The Manacle raised his hand, preparing to shackle the swallow's wrists together as he announced in his most authoritative voice, "By the order of the Superhero Council, you are u-" The rest of his statement was interrupted by a surprised yell as the swallow's jetpack fired off with a deafening blast. The apartment spun wildly around him until he landed flat on his back, the Steel Swallow rocketing out of his grasp.

Lurching to his feet as soon as he could, the Manacle saw the swallow in a much worse state at the foot of a wall, cracks in the wall and ceiling raining plaster on him as he shakily rose. Before the shepherd could say another word, the Steel Swallow took off running, making a beeline for the window. "Oh no you don't!" cried the Manacle, chains instantly springing into existence and rocketing toward the fleeing avian with an eerie jingling. The chains crossed in midair, fastening onto opposite wrists and snapping taunt, stopping him just sort of the window. Heart leaping as his victory neared, the Manacle jerked the chains, spinning the swallow around to face him and dragging him closer. Like every criminal he caught with one of his chains, the avian desperately searched the shackles for a way to release them, but of course found only smooth metal. Planting his paws, the Manacle secured the other end of the chains to his own wrists and began to shorten the chains like he had earlier. Slowly, inexorably, the bird was drawn away from the window, his talons tearing furrows in the carpet as he struggled. Once he was nice and close, a quick gut punch would be all it took to make this supervillain a lot more cooperative. "No! Please, stop! Let me go!" the desperate swallow begged, terror etched across his beaked face. No, thought the Manacle, already imagining the headline he was going to get. He continued to reel in his prey, the swallow growing more frantic the closer they grew together. When little more than an arms-length separated the hero and villain, the swallow's begging took on a different tone. "Wings, h-help! Do something!" He squeaked, briefly tugging on the shepherd's wrists as he tried to cover his face. The Manacle clenched his fist and wound back, shrinking the chains so that only a handful of links separated their wrists. As he was lunging forward for the blow, a panel slid open in the swallow's lower chest, revealing a small, cattle-prod like extension. A yellow flash exploded in his eyes, and everything went black.

When the Manacle came to, the first thing he saw were the wide, brown eyes of the Steel Swallow staring down into his about six inches above him. The villain was trying to pin him down! With a fierce growl, he quickly overpowered the slender avian and turned him over. For some reason, he didn't even try to use his powerful wings to brace himself or resist at all. Pinning the Steel Swallow with his chest, the Manacle banished the chains that still bound their wrists together. Or rather, he tried to banish them. Something was blocking off his mental reserves of power. Then it all came together for him. The shepherd glared down at the cowering swallow. "A power nullifier, huh? You know the sentence for using one of those against a Council superhero is 25 to life, right? Of course, you've been using your superpowers to commit crimes, so it's already life for you." The Manacle jerked his arms up to inspect his handiwork. Sure enough, the chains were still there, just a few links separating their respective wrists. But unlike before, they no longer shimmered with that familiar violet tint. They were just dull metal, heavy and cold on his wrists. Angry that this barely-supervillain had the audacity to mess with his powers, he lifted the swallow's wrists up with his and slammed them back down, straddling his torso and pinning his wrists like a schoolyard bully. "You try that jetpack shit again and I'll knock you out until my powers come back."

The villain's response came as a surprise to the Manacle. "I-I can't." His big, brown eyes stared up at the superhero. "That prod used up all of my batteries...looks like we're both stuck here for a while." The Manacle fought the urge to laugh. "Your best weapon against superheroes stops you from being able to get away?" A broad grin spread across his dark-furred muzzle. "Just being honest with you, you're a pretty pathetic supervillain." The swallow cast his eyes downward, like he was ashamed of something. "I'm not trying to be a supervillain; I just started stealing because I was hungry." The Manacle cut him off, demanding, "Why didn't you just turn yourself in when the lab was raided? If you had just showed up at Hero HQ before you started having to commit crimes, we could have turned you into a hero, or at least deactivated your powers." But the Steel Swallow shook his head, saying, "I-I had just had all of the parts put into me. I was in a lot of pain, there were strangers all around me, and I didn't know where I was, or how long I had been there. I ran because I was scared." His eyes were pleading, trying to make the callous superhero understand. "I slept on rooftops for the first few days. I knew I should turn myself in, but the wings told me that removing them would kill me, and that's what would happen if they tried to take my powers away at Hero HQ. A-And then I was just too hungry, I couldn't resist taking something to get some food. I was scared and tired and hungry, and in pain. And then I made a bad decision and they're gonna put me away for life." His scaly hands tried to grasp the Manacle's paws, but the hero firmly forced them back to the floor. "Please, just let me go. I-I don't know where I'll go but I'll leave the city. I'll go somewhere else and you'll never see me again. Please." His brown eyes pleaded with him. "I'll do anything."

The Manacle paused as he considered this new dilemma. His soft heart ached for the swallow, but he was still a criminal. "Your intentions don't matter to all those people whose property you stole." He allowed his expression to harden again. "Now, you said you'd do anything, so why don't you shut up while I call for transport?" Picking up a paw and reaching it into his pocket for his communicator, he kept an eye on the avian. "No funny mo-"

The Manacle's eyes bulged out as he looked down to confirm that the Steel Swallow had indeed used the opportunity to cup his sheath and balls through his shorts. The swallow looked almost as surprised as he was, but his hand remained where it was. "Anything." He repeated quietly. Still too shocked to reply, it took the Steel Swallow beginning to gently rub his sheath to snap him out of it. His held breath came out in a barely-audible moan as his member rapidly swelled in his sheath. All of a sudden, his position on top of the swallow gained a new significance. "Y-You shouldn't be doing th-that." the Manacle stated rather lamely, but he still hadn't moved to stop the avian's rubbing. A tiny, uncertain grin spreading across his beak, the Steel Swallow started to press a bit harder, provoking a shudder from the shepherd as his cock continued to emerge.

This isn't right, I shouldn't be letting him touch me like this, he's a supervillain, and a prisoner besides. But he took his hand off of his communicator; brushing past the avian's scaly hand and fumbling with his shorts, quickly undoing them and pushing them around his knees. The Steel Swallow's grin widened and he continued to fondle the Manacle's growing length as it increasingly tented his boxers. Without warning, the superhero felt something poking at his butt. Grinning knowingly down at the swallow, the Manacle ground his rump against the emerging cock. "Damn, you're a real slut, aren't you? Gonna try to fuck your way out of trouble?" Peeling the Manacle's boxers down, the Steel Swallow answered by giving the proudly erect canine cock a few quick pumps with his smooth-scaled hand. The shepherd leaned back and moaned happily, tail wagging. The Manacle enjoyed the slow handjob until a delightfully wicked thought crossed his mind. "Don't worry, babe, I'll make it nice for you too."

A sudden, aggressive snarl burst from his muzzle as he seized both of the avian's wrists again and slammed them back to the ground. The Steel Swallow's expression was worried and confused as the Manacle grinned down at him. "Wha-" he began, but he was cut off by another loud growl. "Shut up. Now." The avian shut his beak and nodded slowly, trembling. "Now, I got a chance to poke around here before you showed up, and I found all your DVDs, so don't even pretend that you're not enjoying everything that's about to happen to you." At the mention of his porn, the Steel Swallow immediately blushed bright enough that the pink could be seen beneath his feathers. Before he could do anything, though, the Manacle made his move. Scooting forward until he was straddling the avian's chest, the shepherd pinned his arms with his knees. "Open up." It was a command, not a request. With a faint, girly whimper that made the Manacle's thick cock twitch, the Steel Swallow opened his beak, displaying his soft, pink tongue. Tail wiggling with anticipation, the shepherd wasted no time in pressing his length inside, moaning at the warm wetness of his beak. The Manacle rested a strong paw on the back of the bird's feathery head, keeping him right where he wanted him. The avian slut soon got used to the size of the canine cock, grinding his tongue against whatever he could reach, flicking his tongue across the tip to collect as much of the shepherd's musky pre as he could. The Manacle chuckled as the Steel Swallow tried to take even more, the tip of his cock pressing against the back of his throat. "Easy there, slut, we haven't even gotten to the main event yet." The swallow's eyes looked up into his eagerly. "I hope you got me nice and wet, though, 'cause that's all the lube you're going to get."

The Manacle casually popped his glistening cock out of the Steel Swallow's beak, pulling back to examine what the swallow was packing. Pulling his own shorts and boxers off all the way, he held his hands near the swallow's compression shorts, but didn't touch them. The Steel Swallow looked up, confused, but the shepherd just grinned. "_You_take them off. Strip for me." he ordered. Getting the message, the swallow answered enthusiastically, "Oh, okay!" He hooked his clawed thumbs into the waist of his shorts, teasingly lowering one side, then the other, until his pink cock was finally able to spring free. It wasn't quite as long or thick as the Manacle's, but he had to admit that it had quite a pleasing shape. Curling into a little ball, the lithe avian finished wiggling his shorts off of his legs, leaving him completely nude before the horny shepherd. Curious, the Manacle took the time to finally examine the swallow's body. His glittering metal wings spread out on either side of him, beautifully intricate. The wings and jetpack weren't the only augmented parts of his physiology, however. His entire chest, from collarbone to the bottom of his ribs, was composed of segmented metal plates, concealing any number of hidden surprises. He couldn't even find the panel which had opened up to reveal his power nullifier. The rest of body was still natural, and the shepherd liked what he saw. Blue feathers thickened on top of his head like hair, trailing down the back of his neck and coloring his arms. His face was covered with fine feathers, mostly cream colored, except for patches of dark brown around his eyes and a splash of yellow between them. The same cream color continued down the front of his neck, reaching his crotch and upper thighs. Once his eyes reached the Steel Swallow's crotch, however, they stayed right there.

His arousal raged, far too fierce for him to stop now. Snatching the pillow off of the swallow's sad couch, he stuffed it underneath the avian's slender hips to elevate them. The Steel Swallow's erection trembled, pre beading at the top before slowly sliding down its neglected length. "Please..." the villain begged, using the little freedom his hands had to spread his cheeks, exposing his pink tailhole, brown tail feathers spread beneath the pair. The Manacle admired the view for a little while before yanking the swallow's hands away from himself. Couldn't have the little slut thinking he had any control now. Scooting a little closer, the Manacle brought his tip to the Steel Swallow's waiting hole. When he looked the avian in the eyes, there was nothing but eager anticipation, so he began to work his spit-lubed tip into the twink's little pink star. The shepherd groaned and the swallow whimpered as his rear passage stretched to accommodate the wide canine length. Once a little more than half was inside, the Manacle leaned forward until the pair's chests were pressed together. He spread his weight across the swallow, keeping him nice and still as he continued to work his cock inside. When he opened his eyes, the swallow's panting beak and wide, brown eyes were right there, so he gave into his instinct and fiercely kissed the villain. He had never kissed an avian before, so he just tried to replicate the motions he was used to. The swallow's beak felt awkward on his lips, but the avian's tongue was alive in his muzzle. The pair wrestled tongues, tasting the inside of each other's maws while the Manacle's cock reached deeper and deeper inside. With a final, tiny thrust, the shepherd bottomed out, the pair finally separating with a gasp.

The Manacle was about to start pulling out for another thrust when he felt a sudden surge of power course through his subconscious. Looking at his wrists, he saw his beloved violet energy appear around the shackles, and he quickly dispelled them, leaving their wrists free. He was about to resume breeding his helpless swallow bitch when both of them became aware of a low humming noise emanating from the Steel Swallow's chest. Touching the warm metal surface with a paw pad, he felt a steady vibration. Looking his unexpected lover in the eyes, the Manacle wondered if he should restrain him again. "No!" cried the Steel Swallow, wrapping his newly-freed arms around the Manacle's back. "Don't stop, please, I'm not going anywhere." Surprised and more than a little touched, the Manacle gave a happy moan, wrapping his arms possessively around the swallow as he began to fuck him. The mating was rough, animalistic and passionate. His furred hips slammed into the avian's feathered ones, his hefty balls bouncing against the swallow's rear. Growling with a need to dominate, he firmly bit down right where the swallow's neck met his shoulder. Crying out with pleasure, the swallow demonstrated his submissive nature, raising his chin to expose even more of his neck to his mate.

A sudden tugging on his throbbing cock made the shepherd realize that his knot was starting to expand, making it harder to thrust in and out. Just as he was considering pulling out, not wanting to hurt the little bird, he heard a frantic, panting whisper in his ear. "D-Do it, knot me, p-please cum inside of meeee-OH!" The rest of his plea was lost in an extended, almost feral cry as he came, ropes of sticky avian seed exploding from his tip and sticking to both of their chests. Needing no more encouragement, the Manacle shoved his shaft inside one last time before beginning to work his swollen knot in. The Steel Swallow's tailhole stretched wider, wider, wider, until the avian was gasping with pain, until finally it all slid in at once. At the feeling of a warm hole closing tight around the back of his knot, the Manacle lost it, bucking into the moaning swallow as his hot cum poured into the avian's rear, all of it trapped inside by the massive knot. The superhero clutched the swallow in a death grip, pinning his arms to his sides and biting him hard, breeding his bitch, marking him as his.

When it was all over, the pair lay together, basking in the afterglow. The Manacle loosened his arms and finally released the avian's shoulder, revealing a bite-shaped pattern of welts that would probably bruise. "Sorry about the bite." he murmured, not sure how to start talking to the villain again. "Don't worry about it, babe," replied the swallow, "Th-that's actually my favorite kink." He blushed, looking up at the hero with an embarrassed, yet playful expression. "Besides getting held down, knotted, and bred like a bitch?" the Manacle teased, grinning at the swallow's bright blush. "Y-Yeah, besides that..." The shepherd smiled down at his lover's blush, sighing "God damn you're so cute." Unable to resist any longer, he leaned in for another kiss, which the Steel Swallow happily accepted.

This kiss was long and slow, the pair simply enjoying each other's presence before the world intervened and they would have to separate. When they finally, slowly pulled apart, the struggle of what to do next was clear on the Manacle's face. Reaching back, the shepherd retrieved his pants and rummaged through them until he found his communicator. Dismay fell across the Steel Swallow's face as he flipped it open and held it to his ear. "Please-" he began, before the Manacle's paw shot out and wrapped itself around the swallow's beak, silencing him. The Steel Swallow whimpered once, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as the end of his life loomed in front of him once again. An irritated female voice barked at the Manacle over his communicator, "Manacle, what is going on? What is the status of your mission?" The Manacle looked down at the helpless, pleading swallow he was still knotted with. His voice was hard when he responded, "I gained entry to the apartment, the Swallow showed up, we fought, and he used a power nullifier on me. I blacked out and..." he looked down again at his mate. The avian was covering his eyes now, trembling as he choked back sobs. "Please continue, Manacle." the voice demanded. The shepherd sighed, hanging his head, "A-And the Steel Swallow escaped."

The Manacle didn't get a chance to hear what his handler had to say, because he was immediately pulled down into a hug stronger than he thought the slender avian capable of. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he cried, halfway between sobbing and laughing. "Y-You're my hero..." And as he hugged the crying avian back and murmured reassurances into his ear, at that precise moment, the Manacle had never felt more heroic in his life.