A Continuation of The Slash Saga: My Funny Friend and Me and Birds of A Feather
By Roaming Tigress
Chapter Four:
The Initiation
"REGGIE!" Steelbeak yelled, instinctively recoiling as his boyfriend was shot down. The bullets had struck the side of his head and in his rib cage area, and a green ooze had leaked out of the wounds and onto his white jacket. It was blood, plant-duck hybrid blood.
"Please, speak to me . . . " Steelbeak pleaded, kneeling down beside him. To his relief, Bushroot was alive, but just barely.
From behind an evergreen tree, Negaduck watched Steelbeak scoop him up in his arms and take off with him. The rooster was moving at a good pace and was too fast for him to go after him in the thick blanket of snow. His legs were too short to plow himself through, and it was then that he came up with a plan to slow him down.
"Nobody tries to get away from Negaduck without getting hurt . . . " He loaded another bullet into his handgun and shot Bushroot's rescuer in the right leg.
I'm gonna kill dat duck! Steelbeak let out a roar of pain as he felt the bullet tear through a hamstring, but he tenaciously kept making his way back to his apartment, dragging his wounded leg. Bushroot was the number one priority; he would deal with his wounds and his shooter later on.
"Lets see you run away now!"
He didn't realize how close Negaduck was coming in on him until it came too late. Following a hard whack to the back of his head with something heavy he was out for the count. From there, Negaduck fastened a rope around his legs and started to drag him off toward the bad part of town. He left Bushroot in to forest for whatever fate would come of him -- death being the most likely outcome.
Spike had been frightened off following the chaotic break and enter, and escaped through the bathroom window where he had been sleeping. He sniffed around the park, trying to find any trace of either his master or his master's companion. There was nothing -- not a feather, not a petal. Dejectively, he made his way back to the greenhouse in hopes that when he gets back there he would find at least one of the avians.
"Hrrf?" Spike suddenly snorted, seeing a drop of Bushroot's blood on the fresh fallen snow. Like a hound on a chase, he tore through the woods, determined to find his owner.
The sound of his loyal friend crashing through the shrubbery surrounding Bushroot caused him to panic. Delirious from the lack of blood, he felt himself slip away. He's back. He's back to kill me! Why didn't you kill me the first time you shot me, Negaduck? Leave Steelbeak alone, take me away instead forever. Luckily for him, a plant enzyme had slowed the bleeding and eventually stopped the flow.
"Oh, just you . . . " He moaned, patting Spike on the head when he came into view. His view was blurry, but not enough to make him not recognize his pet.
As he looked around, he noticed that Steelbeak had gone missing. A feather, a depression in the snow and a splattering of blood was enough to cause his brief panic to return once again. At a moment like this, he wished Darkwing Duck was there to help him, and it was then that he decided to go off and look for him.
At the headquarters of The Fearsome Five, Steelbeak laid unconscious on the cold floor with his shoes and clothes tossed into a corner. He was naked with the exception of his now-torn boxers, and the wound to his leg was haphazardly covered with a piece of cloth. After all the trouble he went through to capture him alive, Negaduck was in no hurry to finish him off now. If he turned out to be a bad lover or a backstabbing minion, then maybe he would change his mind.
The caped king of cruelty had taken advantage of the rooster's state and had preformed sexual intercourse with him. Negaduck watched Steelbeak as he stirred a little, remaining on his hands and knees in a catlike stalking position. He was ready for round two now, and this time, he wanted Steelbeak to be awake for it.
"Five more minutes, 'igh Command . . . " Steelbeak groaned, squinting his eyes the moment he opened them. He passed out again
Not yet, Negs, not yet. Wait to the moment he tries to struggle up onto his feet, only to discover he's not going to get anywhere fast. His drive to make love to the rooster was uncontrollable, but he managed to contain himself somehow. While he remained in his half-asleep state, Negaduck used another piece of rope and a stolen pair of handcuffs to secure his muscular arms.
"Wakey, wakey . . . !"
Steelbeak growled at the sound of his gravelly voice and tried to get to his feet, only to discover that they were tied together. The rope brushed against this bandaged leg, causing intense pain to the wound. As he felt the duck's hundred-pound body pounce onto his back, he tried to buck him off but with no avail. He didn't give up just yet, for he could still use his jaws.
"Unless yas wanna loose both dose arms wit' one nip, I'd suggest youse get off of me!" Steelbeak demanded, baring his teeth and snapping his jaws. There was no fear in his eyes as he made his warning; for now, any fear he had of Negaduck had gone out the window.
Oooooh I'm scared! The big chicken's gonna bite me because he doesn't wanna be molested. Awww, how bad of me. Should I respect his feelings? NO!
Unfazed by his threat, Negaduck hopped off to grab his beak and snap a muzzle on him. "Lets just say it's time for your initiation Negaduck style! There's no use playing hard to get now."
Playin' 'ard to get?! Dat's what 'e t'inks I'm doin'? Well, I'll show 'im a t'ing or two . . . I'll show 'im dat I ain't a boid ta push around!
When the added restraint was taken care of, Negaduck laid his slightly paunchy abdomen ontop of Steelbeak's muscular back. He very firmly held onto the scruff of his neck to secure himself in the event he should be tossed off. Once more Steelbeak tried to do just that, and he held himself on by straddling his legs around his massive torso.
The thrashing ceased for a moment, but then suddenly started up again with Steelbeak becoming all the more violent. He rolled twice, hoping to crush Negaduck under his weight. In spite of his injury, Steelbeak was remarkably powerful and the pain had probably helped to motivate him to strike back. At the end, however, his efforts to escape had worn him out.
Now that the power struggle was over, Negaduck was ready for the next step in the initiation -- the seduction.
When he was certain the rooster had no fight in him, the mallard released his neck scruff hold and slid his body back until his tail touched Steelbeak's. With a sly grin, he slipped a leg under the rooster's abdomen and stretched it towards Steelbeak's crotch were he massaged the target with his foot. For someone who had never seduced another of the same sex, Negaduck handled it like a pro.
"I don't hear you complaining . . . !" Negaduck exclaimed in a half growl, half coo as he intensified the massage with his other webbed foot. He felt the initially tense rooster slowly relax and knew this wasn't out of mere tiredness. He removed the muzzle, but kept the rope tied to his legs and wrists.
"Dat's because I can't complain!" Steelbeak exclaimed with a wide grin, purring ever so slightly as he felt Negaduck's body slide down further. It seemed that for now his loyalty for Bushroot had gone astray; he was enjoying himself too much to spare a second of concern for him.
All characters mentioned in this chapter are © Disney.