Slave to Sex

Chapter 5

Advancement

“Papa, I’m c-c-old.”

“Awe, my little prinzessin. Come, the fire is warm,” Gerald said opening a wing, inviting the mare to join him beside the small fire. “If I had known in my life that I’d have a real prinzessin living with me, I would have gotten a larger hole in the wall.”

She giggled as she nuzzled under his beak and lay beside him. His wing covered her and she sighed contently. “I’m b-b-better n-now.”

“Ha-hah. Sapphire, you can not fool your Papa when you speak one thing but your body says another,” he looked at her and his elation fell with her expression. “They said that to you, did they not?”

“M-master said if I cried when he would f-, have his way, then why do I get wet on him?”

He rested his beak on her head and sighed. “You haven’t need to worry of them, they are gone and you are lost to them.” He sighed and returned to his resting position and added another small log to the fire. “I certainly hope the smoke doesn’t kill us,” he chuckled watching the fire burn to life again.

“No, fire bad, but Papa will keep safe.”

They snuggled close and she dozed to sleep against his side. Wind whistled quietly and nearly lulled him off as well, but he got up and began unpacking a box the size of Sapphire and with the most grace he could manage he worked his surprise into completion through the night.

“Sapphire? Wake up, I have a surprise for you,” he nudged her and gently shook her until she woke and her hooves slid down her belly. “Nein, wake up and look,” he squeezed her shoulder and she blushed.

“Sorry, Papa. No rubbing just because,” she mumbled and rubbed her eyes as she looked at him. “I was having tingles again, maybe later you can go for fly and leave me on cloud for a while alone?”

“Don’t fret, Sapphire, and nein. Look,” he pointed a talon to the side and her eyes followed. She inhaled deeply and hopped to her hooves smiling. “A pony holiday! Hearth’s Warming is here, and it’s time to be merry.”

She giggled and looked the room over, the tinsel, streamers, a bowl of mini candy canes, and a small bottle of something orange-ish caught her eye. He looked at the bottle and chuckled. “Sapphire, you are certainly old enough to enjoy a sip with an old bird,” he took the bottle and uncorked it with his beak, then took a drink.

“I want some,” she asked and hopped around him as he watched and chuckled.

“Ja, ja, here, take a drink. It will warm you from the inside out,” he grinned as she sat and held it between her hooves and took a big drink. He was ready and caught the bottle when she dropped it to cover her mouth at the start of the coughing fit.

“Uck, ick,” she ran to the cave entrance and spat with loud hacks as she cleared her throat. “Papa, that’s so gross, why would you give me that stuff?” she asked when she returned with a sour face.

“It’s not too bad, do you feel the warmth in you?”

She frowned but nodded. She thought of the warmth of a stallion’s hot cock deep in her throat, pumping faster and releasing hot seed into her belly, but didn’t say anything out loud. It didn’t help the feeling under her tail.

“Then it’s time for food! Let us eat,” he moved to the bed and reached under it, pulling out a box and placed it on the bed. He opened the box and her smile returned at the sight of a single layer cake. “I got this yesterday and hid it in the trees down below. It’s a bit cold, but not quite frozen. First piece is for you on your holiday,” he used a talon to cut an irregular piece and shove it slightly out of the cake for her.

She quickly gobbled the piece and managed to rub her snout in the icing well enough to make her sneeze onto the cake when it tickled her. He grabbed a handful and tossed it into his beak happily swallowing it. Turning quickly he ran to the opening and dove out, leaving a hungry mare alone with a cake and no supervision.

When he returned she’d roughly eaten a third of the cake and had white frosting coating her lavender face, ears, and hooves. She looked at him, chewing a full mouth of cake, when he presented her with a very long box. “A gift for you!”

She gulped and smiled warmly. “Thank, I don’t have gift,” she looked at him in resignation.

“Oh, no problems! You are my present,” he grinned as she extended her forelegs and he placed the box in her grasp. “Wait, before you open it I must do something,” he pointed to her neck and the collar.

She scooted back from his warmth and shivered as the air suddenly got colder, shaking her head. “No, please.”

He moved to her and sat, opening his arms for a hug that she leaned into. “You are shivering in my arms, but how much is due to the cold on this happy night? Hold me and listen to my heart, mein prinzessin, as I free you from the last bit of your old life.”

His arms moved up her body, his talons dragging lightly against her back from hips to neck. She squeaked and buried her face in his feathered chest as a growing passion grew within her. A talon tugged on her collar once, twice, then it was off. Her grip on him tightened and she growled into him, yet when she looked up she saw the eyes she’d come to know, trust, and love.

The rage and fire flickered out from her as the pain and humiliations she’d used as fuel to fight simply weren’t there, and she looked at him for the first time. She saw everything he was and all he’d done so far for her. The time she’d spent flooded through the barriers of her psyche and escaped as a laugh and cry. She returned her face to his feathers and nuzzled deeply until she felt his skin and wept softly.

“Ah, do you feel free now, prinzessin?”

She sighed and inhaled deeply, taking his scent in and holding it. She exhaled and relaxed to the point he thought she’d fallen asleep, only to look into her hopeful eyes when he moved her back from him.

“Can I open my gift now, Papa?”

He laughed and nodded, returning the gift box to her. She used her teeth to open it and she looked at it awkwardly. “A gift of your feathers?”

He took the box and set it on the floor, then turned her around with a curious grunt her only protest. “Don’t move,” he said as he moved behind her. She sat still and waited as he scuffled around and gasped as he tugged on her wings several times, tying or lashing something to them. Memories of having her wings bound sent a worried chill down her back.

“Okay, look now, my little prinzessin.”

She got up and turned around to him but only saw his bright expectant look. Then the feathers tickled her sides and she giggled, snapping her head to see what’d happened.

She stumbled and began walking in a circle as she looked intently at the feathers he’d fashioned into layered rows. She looked back at him, eyes wide.

“For you, I give wings; to fly,” he gestured to her.

She lunged at him, squeezing him in a hug mumbling her thanks.

“My little prinzessin, care to try them out?” he asked gesturing to the dark night outside. “Ah, perhaps in the morning, if you go out now you may get lost,” he chuckled and she tightened her grip on him as he patted her back. “Now, now. I won’t let you be lost to the night, I understand you don’t like the dark. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Come, let us take them off and lay by the fire.”

She refused to take the modified wings off until she was nearly asleep when she’d cuddled beside him again, holding the heavy leather strap that the feathers were expertly attached to in her forelegs.

“P-papa, I cold.” She felt giddy as he moved beside the fire again and lay, with her under his wing. “Can you read me story?”

He looked at her and her expression was one he’d only heard of. ‘The puppy dog face’ was in full effect. “Ja, but only if you read with me. I have a book I was saving for a special day and this is it,” he moved quickly from the fire to the bed and back. “A story called ‘The Bird is Free,’ just like my prinzessin.”

“Wow, Papa, this is a big book. Can we read it all?”

“Yes, of course,” he told her as he opened the book and showed her the large block lettering at the top and picture of a bird in a cage in a house setting below. “This is Twitter the Bird, he lives in the cage in the house.” He read pointing to each word as he went. “Now, your turn.”

“But reading is difficult.”

“Yes, and I have to teach you still. You are perhaps twenty years of age with no skills for when you join the land you call home. You must read to better yourself and when you have children with one you love, you can teach them as well.”

She blushed and her tail swished, swiping him passively. “Y-you think I can have?”

“Ja, someday. Right now, we read though.”

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