A chirpy tune too quiet to echo down the endless corridors. A pair of sports shoes, light and fit for clawed feet. Jeans, deep blue and tight around the waist. A gray shirt, to compliment the wearer's appearance. And a winning smile, however that worked with a beak.

The harpy eagle went on her business, or lack thereof. With a skip in her step, she basked in the fruits of today. Breakfast had gone smoothly, pun intended, for there were smoothies! She was glad her human was a true omnivore, it made things so much easier on her part.

The activities that followed weren't worth mention; the weekly check-up with the toothy doctor. He was such a strange fool, but he didn't make the human uncomfortable, so she let him be. Lunch was as boring as every other Tuesday. They were renewing the stock as well, out with the old, in with the new.

Then, there were his pastimes; video games, comic books, catching up on news outside the facility. She was a naughty avian, whispering to the human secrets. They didn't want him to know more than they wanted, schemes were the norm amongst the elite class. But she knew what she was doing and he trusted her.

That brought the positivity down a notch. How glad, relieved, and blessed she was to have caught him before he hit the ground. She had to be true to herself and admit she had some fault, but all's well that ends well. Water under the bridge and all that, not like anyone knew, just her clear conscience.

And there was dinner. It was wonderful. She imagined objects that weren't there; a pair of candles, melting at the same rate, sharing the flame. A suited Johnny, she liked that look, the red tie really accented his chin, the only true chin in the animal kingdom. The food was good too, no less for the MVP of the world, though she wouldn't have noticed if it was leftover slop from the army.

When a meal is had with someone, it's always better. And when that someone is special to you? More so. The way a utensil passed his naturally pink, soft lips, how his jaw worked on the bite, chewing and crushing the food before traveling down his hot throat. That got her more bothered, good thing she was done with the day.

The advantage of being a yellow pedant, on the condition that more work equals more pay, is the reward. The clock hadn't even struck ten, she could stay up late and browse the internet, watch a movie, repay lost sleep hours. The last option seemed the sweetest at the moment.

However, she did have one little thing to take care of before she could indulge her lucid dreams once again. And that was just that but in the waking plane.

Having daydreamed during the walk to her room, she unlocked the door before stepping in, making sure to twist the old lock twice and triple-checking its validity. She sighed, there was no chance in the world she had someone walk in on her.

She left the light in the living room off. As she started to take off her shirt, a pang of urge rebounded inside her chest. She was tired, indeed, but that need quickly blew out of proportions and remained stuck at the forefront of her mind. Lightly tapping her pocket, she was relieved her phone was there. She'd need it, after all.

Moving past the kitchen corner, she entered a different room. Flicking on the switch revealed the pristine interior of the restroom; a toilet, a sink, and a bathtub with both a faucet and showerhead. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was their size. She was a big girl, and big girls needed big accommodations.

Only when she was inside, locked that door as well, did she remove her clothing. At first, it was normal, casual, to take care of personal business. But as the bra fell and the belt unbuckled, her excitement ruled and demanded she hurried. In an ungraceful manner the human had never seen, by the end of the process she practically tore off her panties, standing naked as the day she hatched.

Trudging over to the tub, she lifted one leg over the edge followed by the other, lowering herself to a rest on her back. The cold ceramic didn't penetrate her feathery layer, though its texture wasn't completely lost on her.

Then, she remembered the catalyst; her phone. Groaning in displeasure, she exited the tub, grabbed the device, and laid as she was a few moments ago. She felt a little stupid for doing that. Thankfully, no one but god would know. Unlike Johnny's room, hers wasn't fitted with cameras.

Pressing the power button and inputting her four digit code, she was greeted by the home page, a generic default background filled to the brim with generic applications. Zoozle, Zootube, BeastBook, even a shortcut to pawChan. Anonymity was a powerful tool that brought out the best and worst of animals.

Although she frequented the site, she had no use for tonight. No, it didn't nullify her longing for her deleted humie folder. Perhaps it had been rash of her to send hundreds upon hundreds of expertly selected pornographic pictures of human men to the shadow realm, but again, she had no need for an imitation any longer.

Ever since Miya was a little chick, she was fascinated with the abnormal. Genetic mutations, rare attributes, hybridization and other subjects either too taboo or outlawed. Although she didn't know there were terms for her obsessive amber, it still flourished and built the fine female she greets every morning whilst brushing her beak.

Out of the endless oddities in the world, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb who'd won the world tournament of thumb wrestling; humans. Some claimed it was a myth, others pointed to the alleged fossilized, mutated chimpanzees. To her? They were fantastical. With so little information and so much legend it was strange not to dig deeper into the mystery.

For a good decade of her life, she accepted that she'd never get her answers. They were all theories, disconnected threads of the psyche and uncertified factoids. After her discovery of the decade old website widely known for harboring the most tumorous of cancers and edgiest of lords, any hope for her dreams coming true were crushed by the cruel boot of reality.

Until the Arrow happened.

Her hand had snuck up her right breast, squeezing the soft tit, though not too hard, pesky claws. If she had human hands, she could play with herself as roughly as she wanted. Even when the nails protrude well over a centimeter, they were nowhere as sharp as a carnivores'. Hell, even duller than some herbivores'! Smooth, clawless fingers, sliding in and out of her sacred, wet hole. All she managed was to rub the fingertips over her entrance, focusing most of her effort on the tiny nub.

As the story went, her life was changed forever. She was given the most important job in the world. Yes, it was no less than that. She was to teach the human they found and accidentally awakened their tongue and culture. That sounded batshit crazy! Straight out of those fan fictions about the childish cartoons based on humans.

In spite of everything she was told, dreams do come true. When? How? Asking her would do nothing. She herself didn't know what god blessed her with the one and only human in the world, the only known one. She hoped with all her heart there were other vessels out there, that the human race wasn't dragged to the end of eternity with that star.

Rigorously teasing her entrance, she spread her legs a little wider, massaging the left tit. She needed that. But it could be better. Releasing her breast, she opened her gallery at the speed of light, tapping on the album of captured photographs. She didn't scroll down, her sauce was right at the top. Expanding the image, her gaze locked onto the pair within, her arousal climbing higher.

Two animals stood next to each other, she wasn't sure he was one, an arm lazing over the shorter's shoulder. It was taken by a third party by the distance between the camera and them. It didn't click for her.

Swiping left, she found another one of the pair; a selfie. It was a sweet moment, a little ice cream on the upper lip of the shorter. Still, it wasn't enough either. She was a particular bird with particular tastes.

A dozen photos later, she found one that could scratch her itch. The room was dark, if not for her night vision and the exclusive brand that manufactured her favorite cellulars, the moment would have remained in her memory. It was no longer satisfactory, she needed visual stimuli.

In the picture was a bed, the covers pulled off completely to reveal a body. Splayed out and in the middle of snoozing, the unsuspecting human hadn't awoken to the opening door or removal of his sole protection from the AC.

She had done some things she wasn't proud of, things that would be buried with her. Corruption, manipulation, blackmail, there wasn't a tactic off the table in Miya's game. She didn't mean to, really, she just had to. It was her obligation as a psychiatrist to help her patients however she could, even if it meant deceiving and gaslighting them into happiness.

He was happy, she assured herself, pushing her knuckles inside her. She remembered how his chest rose and fell, his ribcage barely visible under his vulnerable, soft flesh. She liked the feel of his skin, it had some similarities to a pig but lacked all the downsides. It stretched nicely, it was smooth and clean, it had a pleasant salty tang, it was so… human. And in her eyes? Perfect.

Just thinking about his qualities got her engine revving, she wasn't one to let an opportunity slip. After touching herself for a good minute, she felt a climax encroach. However, she needed something more… fulfilling.

Swiping a couple more, she found a picture that would get her locked up indefinitely. On the same night, she had dared herself and captured a selfie depicting herself nipping at the human's neck. She hadn't actually done it, but it sure looked like it.

"Mmm… yeeeah," she bit her tongue, suppressing her moans. She could never be too safe around other carnivores, she knew she wasn't the only one with eyes on the prize.

But she had the best chance. She was the closest, she made it happen. He had no one else but her, no one else to love him as he were. He had his rough edges, nothing she couldn't iron out with more love and white lies. It made her feel a little guilty. Fortunately, her arousal overrode her morals in the heat of the moment.

Then, she saw it. A future, their future. He was of legal age by their laws but he didn't consider himself as such. That was alright with her, she could wait a year or three. It was so wrong of her, there was a term for it, one that slipped her mind as she teased a nipple, vigorously rubbing her outer folds.

Was it so wrong? She pondered. It wasn't her fault the human was so wonderful. Exotic wasn't even the start. He was annoying at times with his crude humor and apathy but again, she was working on it. Her greatest regret was letting him dip too low. She thanked god it turned out better than she expected. To think he wanted to…

She focused on the image. A quivering Johnny beneath her, shedding tears of joy as she rode him to ecstasy. She heard it, his voice, calling her.

"Hmm… J… Johnny…" her legs were shaking, a steady stream becoming a shallow puddle in the tub.

Perhaps it was so wrong. The age gap was quite a problem; she was in her late thirties. The law wasn't an issue for various reasons and yet…

She damned it all. She wanted him. She yearned for him. She loved him. In the end, she did indulge her imagination, the phone lying dangerously close to the pooling lewdness. What was a hopeless female to do in a godless, manless world? This internal war was a long one, as she had discovered, a single decisive battle wasn't enough.

"J-johnny… a-ah… mine… m-miiine…" She felt it, her release. She was almost there, just… just… "m-mhmm… c-cum… inside… mommy…" She pushed the button, and that sent her over the edge.

Spraying a cup's worth of femcum, the eagle huffed in relief, basking in the afterglow of a deserved session. Whether the rumors about the forty year old virgins becoming witches was true or not was coated in dust. Their case was special, he was special, and she knew he loved her as much as she did. He just didn't know it yet.

"Mmm… mm… Johnny…" She smiled, her shut eyes mesmerized by false memories, memories that could become if she succeeded. Considering how much she sacrificed? There was no going back for the lovebird.

Once she regained herself, she removed the phone from the bathtub, sliding it across the floor towards the piled clothes. Using the showerhead, she waited until the water ran warm before cleaning herself.

He needed her, she believed. And she needed him. Even if he didn't love her as she did, he would. She'd make sure of it. She wasn't disgusted by her degeneracy in the post-clarity, she was enlightened, determined to make her fantasy a reality.

One day, she vowed, Johnny will be mine. All mine. And I… will be his~