Eagle Down

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Art done by the ever fine Altop_ilust!

Eagle Down

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“You gotta be kidding me, master!” Vanny screeched in outrage at the white rat, who grimaced a little from her rageful outburst.

“I’m not, Vanny…” Mad-Rat, the hacker man of the Cerberus mercenaries, told his personal companion droid with a heavy heart .

The droid in question was a relatively advanced avian model, who’s color scheme consisted of mainly white feathers, and a mohawk of black and light blue. She was twice the size of the short rat man that was her owner, plus a head or so, and was currently glaring daggers at him for what he was telling her to go do.

“Listen, i don’t like to send neither you or the other girls out on these ‘suicide missions’, but we’ve run out of basic drones, and both my team and team leader are twisting my arm to use one or two of you out there to spot out the area, and pick off strategic targets that may appear” He explained, a slight hiss in his voice when mentioning his cohorts’s aggressive naggering.

“But WHY do I need to do it with THAT piece of shit!” She barked while pointing at the buff male husky sitting on a crate, who in turn flipped her off with a snarl. “Why not with one of the others who, i don’t know, Also can FLY?!?” She inquired, emphasizing her point by expanding her wings and flapping them a few times.

Mad-Rat sighed. “Because the area you are going into is a hot zone, Vanny… If I send two of you who can fly out there, then you’ll get spotted faster by the AA-guns. Which is why you and Brutus are gonna do this together. You are gonna be his eyes in the air, while he takes care of the more prominent targets” He continued, but the big bird woman didn’t seem to change her demeanor about the situation one bit.

“*Sigh* Just… Just be careful, Alright?. Use the buildings as cover and keep your head down, Brutus gonna take care of the heavy lifting…” He advised her with a caring and loving tone.

“Pff! Yeah… Like I always do…” Brutus quietly mumbled, out of his master’s ear shot.

“Grrr!... Alright, alright! But you better make up for this in bed when we come back!” She demanded with a devious smirk on her beak, before scooping her miniscule master up to both hug between her breasts, and give his ass a tight and teasing squeeze.

Mad-rat gave a surprised yelp, followed thereafter by a tired, yet contented, sigh. A caring smile forming on his lips, as looks into her eyes. “Heh, I can assure you that, girl” He swore, patting her on the side for a short moment. “Now… Let’s get you two geared up…”

—---------------------------------- [6 hours later] [Desert city of Abrahar]

“500 m’s up the main road, 23 man squad holding position…” Vanny radioed to the bruly husky without saying a word out her beak.

“Copy that…” Brutus replied. With her enhanced eyes she easily spots the husky sneaking his way through the mess of burnt and wrecked cars that littered the road, and past the hostile checkpoint. Avoiding contact with the enemy militia that had taken dominion over this city, was not an easy feat. With plenty of patrols scovering every road and street, and the fact that a war was still very much active further south in the city.

Glancing over the half flaming city from atop her vantage point, which used to be a skyscraper, Vanny spreads her wings once more and takes off to find a new spot.

“*Groan* This is soooo not worth my time…” She moaned to herself. “Yet here i am… Playing the part of a ‘sniper’…” She grumbled in disfactory.

She may have been made to participate in battles, but at the end of the day she was sold as a sex companion. So to put it In other simpler words, she would rather be choking on a big fat cuck right now, rather than flying over a semi-active battlefield, just to provide a birds-eye-view of the whole ordeal. And for a dog model which, for no other reason then ‘just cause’, she just despised.

She wasn’t the only one. All the other girls that her master owns hates the husky with the same passion as her. All thanks to said master changing their code to just hating the husky for no apparent reason.

After a minute of flight she comes across another, less destroyed, skyscraper. Taking a quick circle or two around the building, she perches herself on the tippy top of it. Grabbing onto the top pole, which crowns all tall buildings like this, with one hand, Vanny leans from her perched position and resumes her overwatch for the husky. Looking down into the streets once again, her mechanical eyes zooming in and re-focusing on the husky, who was currently hidden behind one of three parked tanks, and placing what looked to be 3-5 bricks of C4 on the ass end of one of ‘em.

The tank crews, coupled with a handful of the more armed soldiers which accompanied them, were either doing short patrols around the area, or chatting with one another around a flaming barrel or two.

“*KZZT* Brut, what are you doing?. They are not part of the target list” She inquired the husky with a hiss through their coms.

“I ‘know’ that… But they WILL be a pain in the ass to deal with later, once we take the real targets out. Might as well hit two birds with one stone while we can…” He explained to the bird with an equally annoyed growl at her pestering.

“Oh yes~, that sounds like a great idea!. So great in fact that it needs the very explosives that we NEED for the main targets!!. Baa! Why the master hasn't thrown your slow-minded ass to the scrapyard yet baffles me to no end!” She scowled at him while palming her own face.

Brutus says nothing, but while she couldn't see his face, he was grinding his metallic teeth so hard, tiny sparks glittered out from his growling maw. ‘Just you wait…’ He thought. ‘i’m gonna make you eat those words one day!’

Unfortunately for both of them, thanks to their bickering, none of them notices one of the crewmen wonder up behind the bomb placing husky from around the other side of the tank, whistling a catchy jingle, until they freeze in place once they spot the oblivious dog bot

Brutus ‘feels’ the eerie change in the air and whips around, only to also freeze in place when he sees the crewman. Both parties stared at one another with an ‘Uuuhh’ look on their faces, their eyes locked together in a tense game of ‘don’t blink’.

After ten seconds of uninterrupted starring, the crewman, with a speed that impressed even the husky, whips their hand down to grab their sidearm in a panic, but in the split second they moved to do so, Brutus chucks one of the C4 bricks into the guy’s face, stunning them enough for the husky to zip right up to them, grab their head, and twisting it 90 degrees to the left.

But Lady-Luck seemed to be in a bit of a bitchy mood that day, as the now dead crewman dropped his pistol, and as it bumped down into the ground, it discharged. The gunshot’s echo made not only Brutus, but every soldier in the vicinity stop dead in their tracks. Even Vanny froze in place when she both saw and heard the gun going off, her beak hanging open in disbelief.

Brutus stared at the smoking pistol, hands still clasped around the crewman’s twisted head, processing his predicament as the area’s prior chit-chatting and movement grew silent.

“...Tsk, Well…” He uttered, letting go of the dead man, as they flopped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. “Shit…”

Right as he uttered those defeated words, the soldiers and crewfolk all began shouting, and the next second, bullets started flying. Banging and Ricocheting off the sides of the tank in heavy doses, pinning the husky down behind the tank, as some of the soldiers quickly moved around the other tanks to try and catch him in a pincer.

Ducking behind the tank he was booby-trapping, Brutus growls through the coms. “Gaa! I could use some help here!” He barked through to the far away avian, cursing a little when some of the bullets shattered the asphalt a meter from where he sat crouched behind the tank. One of the enemy soldiers rounds the corner, only to be given a golf-ball sized hole, blasted clean through their skull. Cocking another round into his high caliber rifle, another soldier pops out from the other corner behind him, and fires right for Brutus’s head.

But with inhuman reactions, he snaps his head to the side as the bullet whistles past by mere inches. And in the same act does he whip his rifle over his shoulder, and without looking, blows a hole into the soldier's chest, while also blowing them off their feet.

However, the mechanical hound could only pull off so many stunts, until he got rushed from both sides by four soldiers each. But then…

• Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow-Pow!!*

Eight cracking shots echo out in the air in quick succession, and all eight soldiers crumble to the ground.

Looking up towards the nearest skyscraper, Brutus spots Vanny hovering in the air, semi-automatic rifle smoking in her hands, and what looks to be a pissed-off look on her face. Then a second later, she calls him.

“What are you standing there for!? MOVE IT, DIPSHIT!!!” She barked over the radio, just as both of them heard the air sirens beginning to wail.

“Damnit!” She hissed, swinging her rifle back around her shoulder before speeding away from her compromised spot. Leaving the bulky husky to his own devices.

“Grrrr, Bloody coward…” Brutus growled. Watching her fly off and out of sight, just as the first few AA cannons stirred to life. Putting a pin on that for now, since he literally didn’t have the time to bitch about it right now, he went back to hastily finish his ‘handiwork’. After a few moments, he just got done plugging the last wire into the plastic explosives, before he ran for the hills just as the enemy backup arrived. Making it a decent ways away from the hot-spot, Brutus skits around the corner of a flipped over truck to hide behind, and sticks his head out from around the corner just enough to see the enemy backup move in on his prior position.

So focused on finding the husky, they were completely oblivious to the handful of C4 plastered onto the tank’s ass, which they stood very close to. By the time one of them noticed the explosives, and called it out in a panicked screech, it was already too late. Brutus held the detonator in his meaty paw, and with a twitch of his finger, and a smirk on his lips, the tank, the other two tanks, and all the soldiers that crawled around them, went up in a fiery explosion that shook the area. One of the tanks’ main turret even landed not too far from where Brutus was hiding

Walking away from the scene with a calm stride and a triumphant chuckle in his throat, he looked up into the sky and watched in the distance, as a bunch of, from his perspective, small explosions went off in the air, coupled with a few spotlights. Watching this, Brutus couldn't help but let out a little laugh. “Hah! I wonder how that bitch-bird is holding up right now…”

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“FFUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Vanny screamed through the hail of flak exploding around her.

The moment that siren went off, did all the enemy’s automated AA-defences stir to life. Making the last five minutes of Vanny’s artificial life a literal bullet hell of non stop dodging and her using every single aerial maneuver in the book, just to avoid getting graced by the flak shells themselfs.

Clenching her beak tighter than ever before, she barrel-rolls through one of the blast clouds, as more and more shrapnel finds their pouches into her synthetic hide. She cursed the husky’s name with every nanofiber of her circuitry, for putting her in this mess because of his recklessness.

“RRAAAAA!! I’M GONNA FLAY THAT BASTARD MUTT FOR THIS!!!” She screeched again. Nose diving once again to try and throw the AA’s targeting off. But they were locked tightly onto her no matter what she did, so her only real option at that point was to ‘try’ and fly out of their effective range, which meant out of the city itself.

But sadly for her, she didn’t get far. As good a flyer as her model was, not even an artificial being like herself could keep up forever, when faced with the chaos of a bullet storm. One singular flak round managed to hit her square on her left tit, blowing her away in a cloud of black smoke and fire. Her systems going haywire from the hit, but it was manageable… or so she thought. But the flak was far from done with her, As the AA’s teared into her, ripping her apart without exploding on impact. with how ‘frail’ her frame was, the shells just cut right through her.

But, as if by ‘mercy’, she didn’t have to suffer for long, as she plummeted down into one of the destroyed buildings in a nasty crash, and was truly well out of the AA’s sight. And now, with no targets to be seen anywhere, the siren’s wail halts, and the guns go quite once more. Their barrels, still steaming from a round of non-stop blasting…

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Down amidst the broken roble of the skyscraper’s top floors, lying against what remained of a brick wall, and with a beautiful view of the war torn city below and beyond, laid the less than pretty sight of Vanny, who’s broken body twitched and lurched in both violent and soft tandem, as various parts of her systems were frying by the second, thanks to the heavy damages she had sustained by those AA guns that pelted her out of the sky.

Her left tit was gone, replaced by a smoldering and sparking crater, where each spurt of sparks and coolant made her spasm. Both her legs were blown off, followed not long after by her right arm. Her wings were in the same sorry state as the rest of her, sitting broken and snapped behind her like a morbid art piece of synthetic flesh, feathers, and metal.

Her head hung down depressingly, staring down into the ground with a thoughtless stare in her one, still functional, eye. The other one was too busy hanging down her cheek by its cords, flickering with a blue glow which faded out and back every three seconds with a spark and a sizzle.

Her hud and overall soft-ware was just a complete mess on the inside, with her CPU not far from entering a full on meltdown from the sheer chaos both her internal and external functions were experiencing. Her one remaining cooling fan spinning up a storm inside her, fighting a losing battle to keep her systems from cooking off.

Soo fucked up was she, that even when the big and buff husky male, Brutus, found her an hour and so later, standing right infront of her and looking down at her with a contemplating look, did she not register them being there sizing her up

After a moment evaluating the situation in front of him, the husky gives a deep chuckle before lowering down to pick the almost limbless bird woman off of the ground. Twisting and turning them around, inspecting Vanny’s lower bits a bit more thoroughly before giving a satisfied ‘Hmpf’. The husky then holds her twitching body up against his chest with one arm, pressing her one remaining tit against it, and smearing the other part of his chest with her leaking ‘life essence’. His other hand goes down under the bird to reach his pants, which he then lowers to free his already hardening dog prick.

Once his dick was out, the husky pulled the bird away before lining her pussy up with his glistening rod. And with one powerful thrust and downwards pull, the husky was inside… And this forceful entry, also seemed to knock the bird-bot back online to a certain extent.

“B-B-B-BA-BA-BAAA!!!. What the-the-the hell are-are you doing you bastard-bastard-ard-ard!-KZZ! BAAA!” Vanny glitchingly yelled between surprised squawks. Her beak clicking at a rapid pace, while her face shifted between shock, anger, and lust, at an equal speed to her beak’s clattering.

“What does it look like, bitch?. Getting all the use I can out of a broken toy like you!” He grunts. “Unlike the rest of you whores, I’M the one that the boss man lets out all his frustrations on! Be it beating my face with all the power his spindly arms can give, or pounding my ass raw with his average sized dick!. So since you are beyond salvaging, might as well get a bit of my OWN frustrations fixed” He explained, before bottoming out inside the stump of a bird. “Now shut up and squawk like the broken toy you are!”

And squawk she did, her one still functional arm thrashing against the big husky as he used her as the sex doll she was. For in this very moment, she was HE’S to play with. NOT that wimp of a rat!

Brutus fucked her like a wild animal, slamming her down on his rock hard rod faster and hader by each minute that went by. Listening to her failing voice box as she screeched her anger and corrupted lust at him. Her one remaining arm, the one part that she seemed to still have proper control of even in her severely damaged and corrupted state, scratched at his forearm in a feeble attempt at making him drop her. But all that did however, was just scraping his fake synth fur off his metallic bones.

“Grrrr~! Hahaha! Yeah… I like when my fucktoys try to play ‘rough’~” He sneered a growl, showing his sharp bitters with a twisted grin, as he upped the gear by three more steps.

Brutus was relentless, now hammering into her already massacred frame with a more primal passion. A passion which sent the mohawked bird into a real frenzy…

“BAA-BAA-RRRK-KKRBAA-BAA-BAAARK!! Fuck-fuck-fuck me harder masteeee-er-er-ert-(ERROR!) YoU bAStaR-rrrrr-Rd!-ArD!-(Iiiii)- bounce!-Pound!-Bounce!-(DIALOOOO-OG ERROR!)- my puuuu-pussy aaaa-all you like handsome~handsome~somehand~Homedans~ (Majoooo-r System Failure!)” She squaked like mad, her head flailing with such force that it snapped off her hanging eye, sending it curining through the air before then bouncing along the floor a few times. Spitting out sparks as it rolls to a stop some meters away, conveniently facing towards the toned butt of the husky, who was manhandling it’s owner’s body.

After five more minutes of ruthless pounding, Brutus reaches the end of his wits. Not saying a single word but only savage growls of primal lust, The husky opens their maw wide, and bites down hard onto Vanny’s neck and shoulder, crunching the feeble metal that made up her endoskeleton, while also severing what wires and sensors that ran through that area.

With one final thrust, and deep muffled grunts, Brutus’s red rod pumps the broken bird full like a turkey. Holding her tightly to himself as she went into a malfunctioning breakdown. It was no longer words that came out of her beak, but rather literal 1s and 0s, and strings of system code, as she convulsed like she was possessed. But then her convulsing, and for that matter all movement, ceased when synthetic cum began to overflow out of her open beak, together with a small crackle of sparks glistening out from what little opening there was in her throat not occupied by seamen.

Once done cumming, Brutus lets go of the twist bird. Letting her flop off his softening prick with a wet ‘plop’ and unceremoniously fall to the floor with a rattling *thud*. She buckled and shocked in intervals, her head banging the floor each time her spine bucked, and flinging the cum in her beak here and there with each spastic nod or twist of her head. All thanks to the flood of artificial cum that the husky shut deep into her damaged pussy, drenching what remained of her still functional hardware in his ‘seed’.

“Grrrr-raaahaha~... Man, did I need some of that good shit” He sighed after a satisfied moan. His prick shrinking back into its sheath now that his lust circle had ended…

“Ssshhh… Hoooo… Okay, playtime's over. Time to extract back to base and report our scouting trip…” He told the damaged Vanny, who’s systems had just shut down permanently a moment ago. “...And bring your A.I matrix back to the ‘boss’... Tho… Not before I ‘fix’ a few of your memory files. Can’t have the ‘Big Scary Rat’ finding out that we have been fucking around without him~. Heheheh…” He chuckled, standing over the offline Vanny with only the wind sounding in his ears, the silence being too thick for his liking. “...Jeez, It’s not as menacing and fun to say when no one replies to it…” He sighed. “*Sigh* Oh well…”

Moving on from his short episode of loneliness, Brutus kneels down besides Vanny’s body before grabbing her head with both of his large clawed paws

Digging his steel claws deep, but not too deep, into the bird’s head, sparks shooting off as they punctured into the metal below the synth flesh, Brutus Prys open her skull with ease, even easier was it taking out her CPU, as it spilled out onto the floor like the yeast of an egg. Pocketing the delicate device in a duffle bag he looted off one of the enemy combatants, he turns back to the mess of a bird with a satisfied smirk. “Again, that was a very great time…” He sighed with a slight sadness, before pulling out and dropping an incendiary grenade onto her body as he left, leaving nothing behind for the enemy faction to salvage. “Now I just need to come up with a really good explanation…”

[The End]

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