Toy of the Great Eagle
by Dorain
This story is a work of fiction. The events portrayed may or may not have happened. There is no sexual or erotic content in this story whatsoever. Any similarity between the characters and any person, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. The use of Copyrighted characters is in the realm of Public Domain and is not intended to suggest ownership of said characters. Dorain © 2012.
Cody stared at death heading for him at high speed as he fell from the mountain peak. The young blonde boy thought to himself as plummeted to his doom that at least the giant golden eagle, Marahute was free and would be able to hatch her egg and raise her chick. The monstrous bird had been frantic as it was tied down on, so much that she couldn't understand that the young boy was just trying to help her.
When he first heard that the giant eagle was caught by poachers, Australian youngster had hurried to where the animals had directed him. He had thought nothing of his own safety as he climb up high to where the bird was caught. When he reached Marahute, he had tried to calm her, but she was frantic. Instead, he got dangerously close to the golden eagle's huge claws and snapping beak with his knife and cut the ropes. Suddenly, Marahute was free, but with her first sweep of her wings, she had unknowingly swept the small boy off the mountain. As the ground rushed toward him, the boy had accepted that he was going to die, but at least Marahute was free.
Suddenly, a golden shape dove past him, and Cody found himself landing on soft feathers, safe!
He opened his eyes, started that he wasn't dead, and saw the bird's huge back under him, the golden wing stretching far to either side of him as they flapped. He crawled forward and looked into Marahute's large eye. The bird flickered the nictating membrane over her eye as a wink to the boy. Cody could feel that the great bird was grateful for being freed, and sorry that breaking out of the cut ropes had sent the young boy falling over the edge.
Cody grinned at the bird, and settled on her back.
"Higher!" he yelled as his blond hair blew back in the wind.
Marahute obliged the boy and flew higher and higher, through the clouds and on up as the little human boy laughed and cheered. The giant eagle was glad that she was making her saviour so happy. Above the clouds, she stopped suddenly, causing Cody to launch into the air with a scream. Marahute quickly twisted her torso so her talons could reach up and carefully grasped the boy's upper arms, one in each claw, and curled her toes around them. She then righted herself and pirouetted through the air, letting Cody enjoy the free sensation of his legs hanging loose in the air. Each of Cody's arms was now solidly held by the eagle's strong toes, with the thumb talon tucking up underneath his arm. From shoulder, nearly to wrist, the boy's arms were held securely and immobile.
She looked down at Cody and screeched inquiringly at him, smiling at him. The boy was grinning like crazy, and he playfully imitated her screech, giving it all his might to try to be as loud as the eagle. Marahute rewarded his effort by stroking his side with one talon. His response surprised her. As her talon ran up and down his side under his held arm, Cody squirmed and giggled sweetly as his grin got bigger.
Marahute liked that reaction. It was the human happy noises, and she enjoyed them coming from her friend, Cody. So, she did it again, this time with a talon on each side of the boy's small torso. Cody squealed with delight and kept laughing and giggling as long as she kept stroking. Those talons of hers could easily rip a small creature like Cody to shreds, but doing that to the boy was the last thing she wanted to do, so she was careful and delicate as she stroked his sides and under his arms.
"Ma-hahah-hahaha-haharahute! That t-tickles!" the youngster cried out, still laughing at the poking, kneading claws.
She looked down at the boy again and grinned at him, keeping up the dance of her innermost talons along the sides of his shirt. He was still making the happy noise, so she knew he was having fun. She swung him through the skies as she kept tickling, her grip on his arms holding Cody in an enforced "T" shape.
"Stahap, Marahoo-hoo-hute! It tickles!" Cody laughed, kicking his free legs around wildly.
The big bird looked at Cody and stuck her tongue out at him as she squawked a mild taunt at him./
Despite his protests, though, the young blonde boy was still smiling.
The giant bird liked the boy's happy sounds, so she flew on, continuing to run her talons along the boy's sides, keeping the poor boy laughing like crazy. Marahute's talons were locked around Cody's upper arms, and most of his lower arms, forcing him to maintain the helpless hands-out-to-the-side pose, keeping his sides exposed. A faint echo of his endless laughter echoed through the valleys and peaks as Marahute wended her way through them.
She looking down at Cody and smiled at him. The boy couldn't help but smile back; he was very ticklish and the eagle's claws were moving at that perfect balance point between pressure that would tear into the skin and pressure that just tickled madly.
"Plee-hee-hees, STA-HA-HA-HAHAHA!" Cody squealed and yowled. He just couldn't get enough control of his actions to get the great bird to understand that she was tickling him to death!
She could feel the boy struggling to lower his arms, but her talons kept his arms stretched out and his sides and armpits defenceless to her continued attacks, making the boy thrash about all the harder. Cody fought to pull down his arms, but the great bird's thumb talon just squeezed in tighter, keeping his arms stuck sticking straight out and leaving his sides and armpits exposed.
The sensations were like the flow of water shooting up in opposition to gravity, from Cody's sides, straight up to his brain where they bathed his mind with overwhelming tickling sensations. Those talons were like pokers of pure ticklishness, shooting it like electricity into his sides and ribs, keeping him thrashing desperately, to try to get away. Part of his mind realized that if he did get away, he would be falling from high in the sky, but the vast majority of his attention was focused on the fact that he just couldn't stand what the friendly bird was doing to him, and yet it continued on and on.
Over and over, he tried to pull his arms down to protect his helpless sides, but the bird's grasp on his arms was powerful; not painful or even uncomfortable, but it was utterly unyielding. Cody had no choice but to withstand; suffer the bird's playful actions for as long as she desired. Marahute seemed to know she was driving the boy to distraction and beyond, but she just pursed her lips and shook her head from side to side, as if saying "Tut, tut; you do carry on so!".
"PLEE-HEE-HEEEZ, MERCEEEEE!" Cody gasp between bursts of helpless laughter.
Marahute was going far beyond his tolerance. He was desperate for the tickling to stop, but the giant golden eagle didn't reward his begging with anything more than sticking her tongue out and bouncing her head from side to side, mocking his futile efforts.
« I'm never going to stop tickling you, little Cody. You look so cute when you're laughing desperately like that! » she said through the link that allowed the little eight-year-old to communicate with animals.
She then stepped up her tickling, getting right into his incredibly ticklish armpits. The blonde boy was now laughing so hard that he couldn't get a decent breath to say anything. Instead, he gasped and squealed in hysterical laughter. Tears flowed from his eyes from the tickling duress, and the few times he managed to open his bleary eyes, he could barely make out Marahute taunting him with mocking faces.
Cody gave his onetime friend the most soulful eyes he could, considering his unstoppable laughter, and Marahute responded with a sad look. The boy's hope soared. Maybe he was finally getting through to her! But his heart sunk into his shoes when that sad look morphed into a mocking grin, as her head bobbed up and down scornfully. She screeched and looked back down at him, bobbing her head from side to side. In that moment, Cody realized that he was Marahute's plaything, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Cody laughed and laughed desperately as his armpits and sides were ravished by the eagle's claws. The more he tried to lower his arms, the more Marahute's thumb toes locked them in place, keeping the boy helpless. The boy knew that his strength was nothing compared to that of the massive bird, and that he was just like a defenceless doll in her grasp; he was a tickle-toy for her! He squealed in laughter, unable to withstand the feeling of the bird's talons running tortuously up and down his sides, and poking into his helplessly open armpits. He laughed and laughed, getting more and more hysterical and desperate for the tickling to stop, but there was just more and more! After a couple of more minutes of the relentless tickles, Cody finally screamed in ticklish anguish and fainted from exhaustion.
Marahute looked down and saw the boy hanging limply in her claws. Cody was looking less like prey and more endearing now, and she loved that happy sound he made, so she decided to hold onto him for a while longer.
As she pulled her outer claws away from his sides, she realized that the cloth of his shirt was twisted around them. Annoyed, she pulled harder, and the material tore, first one side, than the other. She wiggled her claws and the bunched material fell away, spiralling toward the ground. Cody's sides and underarms were bare, the front of his shirt flapping in the wind. The giant bird didn't think twice about it; she never understood the weird human fascination with wearing fake skin or feathers.
The wind from Marahute's flight quickly brought the boy back to consciousness, drying the tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes while laughing.
"Marahute, that was mean!" Cody said, looking up toward her with soulful eyes.
The bird looked down and squawked at him, grinning at him. It wasn't in Cody's nature to hold a grudge, though, and he quickly gave a smile, and squawked back at the golden eagle; the previous torture forgotten.
"Let's play a game!" he yelled to her over the wind.
Marahute flew down to a grassy hill, and set the boy down, landing next to him.
«I only know how to play "Hunt the Prey",» Marahute said to him. Cody's unique ability to understand animals allowed him to hear her almost as if she was speaking to him out loud.
"How do you play that?" he asked, sitting down.
He looked at his torn shirt, frowning a bit. He pulled off the tattered material over his head, leaving on just his expedition vest. Marahute looked at the boy's bare sides as he adjusted his clothing. His bare skin was so soft and pink. If she didn't owe the boy her life, she almost might have found him mouth-watering, but she put any thoughts of ever eating the youngster out of her head. It just wouldn't be right.
But that laughter of his had been magical; she wanted to hear more of it.
«You run and hide, and try to keep me from finding you,» she replied, pausing to preen her wing. «If I don't catch you, I'll take you flying until the sun touches the horizon.»
Cody looked toward the sky. It looked to be a good four hours until evening. Flying through the skies as the sun prepared to set would be incredible!
"Yah! That sounds fun!" he cried out happily.
«But if I catch you, you have to do what I want until the sun touches the horizon.»
Cody's head was back in the clouds, thinking of flying again, like the king of the skies.
"Sure! I'm ready!" he chirped happily.
«Go hide!» Marahute said to him as she spread her wings and leaped into the sky.
Cody ran down the hill, into the sparse brush, giggling as he went. Marahute leaped high in the air and thrust her wings down, launching herself high over the valley. She gained altitude as she peered downward. Her razor-sharp eagle eyesight easily spotted the young blonde boy hiding among the trees. She watched placidly as the youngster did a completely ineffective job of hiding himself from a specialized predator like herself.
Cody giggled to himself as he concealed himself in a wild raspberry bush. He munched on a few raspberries as he hid, convinced that the Giant Golden Eagle would never find him. Suddenly, there was the sound of leaves rustling loudly, and a brusque breeze, and suddenly, he was being pulled up in the air, his arms held firmly in the talons of the great bird.
"Aw! You found me!" Cody yelled; a little disappointed he had lost the game, but excited to be up high in the air again.
«Yes, and that means you have to do what I want until sundown,» she replied smugly swinging the boy in a wide arc that made his feet fly out horizontal for a second, eliciting an exclamation of glee from the young human.
"Okay," Cody agreed amiably; naïvely. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, looking up at Marahute admiringly.
«Laugh!»
Cody looked perplexed, until the bird's sharp talons started digging gently into his bare sides with precision; tickling horribly without ever piercing his skin.
"Na-ha-ha-hat tha-ha-hat again! Hahaha! Hahaha! Noooooooo! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!" he bubbled in that delightful laugh that Marahute loved.
Cody squirmed and thrashed his legs, but there was nothing he could do to stop the great bird from tickling his sides. His laughter spread out around Marahute as the bird flew the boy over the rough landscape.
The blonde youngster was always quite ticklish; something that his parents love to take advantage of. It was fun when they did it, because they only tickled until he couldn't take it anymore. He and Marahute might be able to speak to each other, but what did the eagle know of human reactions, tolerances and endurance? Marahute's long talons were scratching and poking his sides, making the boy laugh and thrash wildly.
"No! Hahaha-hahaha-hahaha-hahaha! STA-HA-HAP! I'm ticklish!" Cody howled.
Marahute looked down at him and grinned, giving off an amused screech.
«Stop? Why? This is fun! You're having fun!» the bird insisted. «You're making your happy laugh sound!»
"No, I'm na-HA-HAHAHA-HAHAHA! STOP!" the hysterical boy insisted, becoming too incoherent to speak.
The giant eagle had been tickling him for several minutes now, and Cody was quickly losing his breath. All he could do was kick and squirm uselessly because his arms were held helplessly out to the side by the bird's powerful talons. When the bird's claws got into his armpit, making the tickling even more intense, Cody flailed his legs about wildly; so much that one of his hiking boots flew off and hit the bird in the chest before falling down to the distant ground below. Marahute looked down at the boy's white-socked foot flailing around alongside its booted partner and smiled. It was fun driving the youngster to such wild animation, and his laughter was very cute.
She continued plying her sharp talons to Cody's bare sides as she flew. The sun was just beginning its downward arc toward the horizon; there was probably about two hours left before the sun touched the horizon. She tickled the boy's sides, down to his waist, getting extra-hearty screams of laughter and more desperate thrashing and squirming to try to get out of her grip. Cody's eyes were clenched shut, with tears of laughter dripping onto his cheeks, and drying quickly from the wind whipping by. If the youngster opened his eyes, he would have a spectacular view of the mountainside and the green ribbon of river valley below, but poor Cody was wrapped up in just trying to get enough air into his lungs to power his desperate laughter.
He felt a talon dig inside his side, tickling and wiggling up and down on his ribs. He closed his eyes as he began to kick his legs and tried pulling his arms out from the talons, but as he tried to do so, he felt the thumb toe of the eagle quickly wrap around underneath his arms near his elbows, beside his bicep and triceps, trapping and holding them in while the other toe talons wrapped tightly around the outer toe thumbs, squeezing tighter, thus securing his arms and preventing the boy from being able to slip his arms free as he tried to prevent the talon from dancing and squiggling on his ribs and sides. He was unable to defend himself from the tickling attacks, and as he now struggled to free his arms by pulling and tugging, he was only able to rotate his arms about in a circle, causing the bird to see the front of his hand, then the back, as his fingers spread out in all random directions. The more he struggled, the more the talons holding his arms tightened and reinforced their grip on his bicep and triceps, preventing him from pulling out, thanks to the thumb talons holding them in and preventing his elbows from slipping through, with the other outside toes enforcing that grip! While the other toes nearest to his flailing hands pulled back the rest of his arm and flexor Carpi ulnaris and all his flexor and radial muscles after his elbows out every time they tried to reach down to grab the nearest toe; the one that was tickling up and down on his sides! As the boy continued to laugh and struggle, it was very, very clear and evident who was in charge here! As the bird continue to scratch and tickle him, it looked delightfully at its prey, giving a long screech; seeming to smile as it looked at the struggling boy, very satisfied over its advantage. She wasn't about to give that up; as a matter of fact, after she gave her long, mocking screech, it slowed down the claws tickling his sides and ribs just enough to keep him laughing, but for him to open his eyes.
Cody looked up at the bird, clear hurt showing in his eyes as he was being tickled again. Marahute could clearly see the boy's eyes smiling cherubically and begging not to be tickled, but what Cody saw was that the bird's eyes were wide and its beak smiling widely it seemed as if to say...
« Gotcha! »
As Cody closed his eyes and gave an open-mouthed scream, the bird went into his under arms and made circles around them for a time, before switching to other random patterns on his under arms. That drove Cody crazy as his arms violently swayed a lot more. He was clearly a lot more ticklish here! Marahute just made a sound that sounded like. "Nah-uh-uh-uh-ahh!" as it squeezed tighter on his triceps, and simply pulled back the rest of his arms forcefully every time they tried to reach down to defend his poor under arms!
Young Cody had never been tickled like this before — not so much the fantastic situation, but rather, referring to the intensity and duration of tickling. His parents tickled him fairly frequently, but only ever for a few seconds, until he could laughingly squirm away from them. Marahute had him completely captive, though; his arms locked in her talons. All he was able to do was wiggling his fingers and clenching his hand into fists of frustration. The tickling just didn't stop, and poor Cody just didn't have the breath to beg the eagle to stop! The whole time, the bird's non-verbal teasing of his helplessness drive him wild!
After getting his flanks, Marahute's talons curled up and started poking into the boy's armpits. Cody went absolutely berserk! The ticklishness just overwhelmed his mind so much that coherent thought was impossible. A screaming, crazy laugh poured from his open mouth, with him gasping desperately for breath between hysterical bouts of blaring madness. Yet the whole thing sounded so sweet to Marahute. Even that frenzy sounded sweet and cute in the boy's high voice.
Marahute looked down at Cody's flushed face. Every time he opened his mouth to scream in laughter she screeched back at him in an amusing matter, mocking him playfully. She kept this up for about a minute before looking up again and swinging her way around the mountain peaks.
Cody withstood a total of nearly an hour of relentless tickling before he passed out from overstimulation again. Marahute noticed the lack of struggling and looked down. The boy's face was slack, and his head leaning against her ankle with his eyes closed. The rest of his body hung limply. She screeched in amusement, and lowered one wing, swooping to land at her nest on an isolated mountain peak.
Gently, she lowered Cody down into her nest, flapping her wings quickly to hover as she lay the unconscious child on his back. The boy didn't stir. Carefully she landed with her feet astride his lower legs, pinning them down. Cody moaned a bit, and turned his head, but didn't wake up.
Marahute looked down at the youngster's feet, now trapped immobile due to her weight on his legs. She reached down with her beak and took hold of the small bit of slack at the tip of his socked foot. Tugging carefully, she slipped the fabric off of the small foot, revealing the pale skin and five round toes. The bottom of the toes and sole were a powder pink colour, while Cody's arch was pale like the top of his foot. His toenails were well trimmed. As one would expect from such a young kid, his foot was a bit short and wide, and very fleshy. Although Cody was very athletic and active youngster, his natural baby fat still kept the lines of his foot smooth, hiding the tendons and veins.
Marahute drew the tip of her wing up the bare sole, and it clenched and cringed, before slowly relaxing again. Cody's unconscious face smirked for a moment, but then went back to its relaxed state. The giant eagle grinned. She had heard that humans were ticklish on their feet, too; especially children. Cody's bare sides were looking flushed from her heavy tickling before, so his funny human feet were going to be her next target.
She tossed Cody's sock to the side, not caring that it fell off the edge of the cliff, and then turned to using her sharp beak tip to cut the laces off of the boy's remaining hiking boot. With a few snips, and a couple of tugs, that boot was removed, and pushed off toward the edge of the nest. This white sock didn't have any limp slack at the toes like the other, so using motherly tenderness and steely control; she gently nipped the sock in the small gap between his big toe and second toe. With some careful and determined tugging, that sock finally came free. Marahute released it into a gust of wind, which carried it off into the valley below.
Now, with the youngster's feet bare, the giant eagle turned to rousing the boy. Reaching her beak down, she lightly dragged the sharp tip up one of Cody's bare soles. The tiny foot cringed and clenched in ticklish agony, and Cody made a small squeaking noise, followed by a soft moan. She repeated the action on the boy's other foot. The skin was so impossibly soft-seeming to the bird; she understood now why human put protective shoes on their feet to walk. If her feet were that soft, she'd be in pain any time she grabbed prey, or even walked in her nest. Cody's foot again clenched in reaction, and then thrashed about, as if it could throw off whatever had tickled it.
Cody awoke with the realization that he was pinned down at the legs.
"M-Marahute?" he asked, confused.
The large bird's head moved over close to his own, her bright yellow eyes reflecting back Cody's own face. She smiled at him. Suddenly, something soft and wispy slid up the bottom of his right sole, tucking momentarily into his very ticklish toes. He yelped with laughter, and realized in that moment that he was barefoot. His round toes writhed in anxiety.
"Marahute? Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, his eyes wide with apprehension and hurt that his friend would torture him like this.
«Because you're such a cute little human child,» she respond.
The giant golden eagle started running the feathers on the edge of her wing up the boy's soles repeatedly. The thrilling tingles of the light feathers rushed up Cody's legs to his brain and burst like fireworks, making the boy explode with laughter and thrashing.
"NO! Hahaha! Hahahaha! Hahahaha! PLEEEZ, DON'T! Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-HAHAHAHA!" Cody howled, his cute voice quickly rising in pitch as he desperately tried to stop the tickling.
The big bird just sat down across the boy's legs, and lower body, blocking poor Cody from being able to reach his tormented feet. All he could do was laugh wildly and thrash his arms about.
«Laugh for me, little human boy,» Marahute said as she grinned at her captive.
A sensitive as his sides were, Cody's feet were his most ticklish spot, sensitive to the lightest feather strokes, just as Marahute was bathing his feet in now. Stoke after stroke, squeezing hyper bursts of hysterical laughter out of the young boy. He wiggled his toes, and tried to cross one bare foot over the other for some small level of protection, but eventually, the tickling sensations on one foot would become too unbearable, and he'd have to switch to crossing his feet the other way, only to have to switch again in time. Cody beat his small fists against Marahute's body, but they felt like light taps to the huge bird. Marahute's large body blocked Cody from even seeing his feet, so he had no idea what was happening to them other than by the tickling sensations that enslaved his soft soles and toes. Marahute chirruped and squawked at him, almost like she was indulging in a teasing monologue toward him. Even the special connection between Cody and the giant golden eagle portrayed a sense that Marahute was mocking him about not being able to stop her from tickling him berserk.
« Your little toes are begging me to tickle them! I think I will! »
In that moment, Cody felt light, tickly feathers run between his toes, making his scream so loud in laughter that his voice echoed off of the nearby mountain peaks. He pulled at his long hair, desperate for something to do with his hands, since he couldn't reach his feet, and hitting Marahute was next to useless.
Desperately, Cody tried to look over the side of the nest to see where the sun was situated in the sky, but the side of the nest blocked his view. For all he knew, the time that he had to be Marahute's little tickle toy could be over, but guessing from the deep blue of the sky and the lack of red tones, the sun still wasn't near the horizon yet.
A quick sob blended with Cody's squeals of laughter as he realized that he likely had a long time to go. Little did he know, but Marahute wasn't content with just torturing his feet, though. With careful precision, the eagle poked his beak into the boy's belly, sliding, evoking a different kind of tickling. Desperately, he tried to push her head away, but she was much stronger than he was, and he was held anchored under the bird's weight. The end result was a steady stream of bubbling giggles, punctuated by trills of higher-pitched, more frantic laughter as the wing edge was drawn up his tender soles yet again.
"Ma-ha-harahute, PLEEEZZ!" Cody howled, his mind afire with the tickling sensations dominating his trapped little body.
He didn't think such a small boy could possibly withstand such a huge amount of tickling, and the fact that his friend — the creature that he had saved from the poachers and had protected the eggs of — would be so mean to him. The feathers constantly running up his feet and occasionally slipping between his tiny toes were forcing endless laughter out of the youngster. Cody closed his eyes as the tears of laughter kept leaking from the corners, and just wished over and over that the tickling would stop soon!
Finally, the little boy just couldn't take anymore and he passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation. When the laughter stopped, Marahute looked into Cody's face again. She gently nuzzled his tear-drizzled cheek, making a soft cooing noise. She carefully stepped off of the human child. In his thrashing, Cody's had lost the vest he had been wearing. His shorts were the only things he was left wearing.
As much as Marahute wanted to keep Cody up here in her nest to tickle again, she realized that the time period was about to expire; the sun hovered just barely over the horizon. Her time to tickle him was up. Besides, he'd never survive the cold on the mountainside with so little clothing. And she'd be sure to get him for more tickling fun soon enough! Carefully, she arranged the boy with his arms spread straight out, and then with the tenderness she would show any of her chicks, she gently gathered his arms in her talons. She leaped into the air, and flew toward the valley, with her precious cargo hanging limply.
The shutters on Cody's house banged loudly as if a sudden wind had blown up. The woman inside rushed to the window to see what was happening. There, a dozen meters from the house, lay Cody, cushioned by the grass. She hurried outside, and picked the boy up. From the look of what little of his clothes remained, it looked like her son had an adventure in the wild today. She was cross that he had lost so much of his clothing, but he looked too cute right now to be angry with. She walked into the house, ready to put the tyke to bed so he'd be rested for more adventures tomorrow.
End.