Truth in Punishment

By: PointyEdgesofaSign

A/N: I own nothing. Done to sedate Vachir and his wish that the truth be told. I did not write this, I merely was the conduit for his words. Review if you think he should continue, and please say more than just 'yes' or 'no'.

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You persist? I am, admittedly, impressed. Hopefully your intentions are as pure as I now perceive them to be. I'm beginning to believe they are.

As soon as I heard his name, I knew I had to have him. Zeng was the weak being, frightened and pure, that I knew I had been training for so long to protect, to exist for. He stood before me, clad in the colors of royalty and luck, and all I had to do was reach out to him.

"Zeng," I repeated, adoring how the name formed upon my lips, the single, short, sweet syllable leaving the faintest tingle drawing itself along my lips. "a good, elegant name. Pleasure to meet you, Zeng, but what brings you to cold Mongolia?"

He chuckled lightly as the tinkling of bells as he answered, nervously shifting from foot to foot, "Grand Master Oogway has sent for your help."

Grand Master Oogway? I could barely believe my ears. The creator of Kung Fu wished for my help, and had sent this beautiful, heavenly being to relay the message. I could feel the blush that crept onto my face burn my cheeks with a passionate flame.

"Vachir, he requests you take the Anvil of Heaven and carve into the mountain's side a prison strong enough to hold Tai Lung captive. Are you up to it?" he questioned softly, touching my hoof with a feathered wing.

By the gods above, I felt all the blood in my body race to my cheeks as I realized I was being touched by an angel. His nervous smile and quite nature filled me with such a desire to protect him, to hold him close and never let go, to hide him away deep within the mountains, just he and myself, and to never let him out for fear the light of day could sear his feathers, the air cause him chill, the ground scrape his feet.

Now is the time you begin to think of me as mad. I realize you are becoming concerned for the beautiful goose that stood before me, and perhaps you feel there is good reason, too, but I assured you before that I was not culpable of those depraved acts you so often depict me performing, and I am not. Please, do not jump to the conclusion before you have read the story.

I wasn't sure what exactly I said, and I still am not completely certain what happened, but the next thing I knew, my lips were against a smooth beak, tongue delving into every nuance and crevice of his perfect mouth, a moan resonating within my mouth that was not my own.

And then it was over. The angel, Zeng, had pulled back, his expression fearful, nervous, as he breathed, "I-I'm sorry, I can't."

And like that that, he was gone.