Special thanks to
\n\t\t\t\t\thaliaeetus for doing some additional sketches for the format. He'll be uploading higher res sketches of them to his page and I'll link them here too. Special thanks also to \n\t\t\t\t\tWindpaw for helping me with the project, you rock!RompMania will return, below is a written story of the fight for extra entertainment to go with the piece. Comment and cheer below, the more community interaction this project has, the better!
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The crowds were making a deafening cheer of mixed species vocalizations, excitement that always preceded the premier fight to start the RompMania season. Birds from all around, near and far, arrived to cheer their favorites on and get a glimpse of the adult rated action the show was notorious for. In the lockers however, this loud incoherent noise had become muffled and tolerable. Sawyer stood in front of a mirror, preening his brown feathers to levels somewhere between that’s enough and anally retentive perfection. The vocal crowd always made newbies nervous, but Sawyer wasn’t fazed. He was neither newbie or nervous; he was after all, the four-time champion of the series. Not even the fact that he hadn’t trained at all for this season bring any performance anxiety to him. Perhaps the success had gone to his head feeling undefeatable or he wanted to have some challenge for once.
RompMania going on air had certainly attracted new fighters, classes above many previous contestants. One of them was Aetus, leaning against a locker while bouncing a ball repeatedly against an opposing row of lockers. He didn’t have any ulterior motive to prove himself to anyone, but that shiny championship belt sure would look nice on the wall of his aerie. After the initial shock and why-me’s of hearing about who he’d be up against, he had set out to train himself proper. He analyzed Sawyer’s fighting style and moves from previous matches, learning the patterns and ways to work around them. After months of practice, he felt he was ready and thus, confident. In the worst-case scenario, he’d get to enjoy sex with one of the most famous eagles in this part of the world. In the best-case scenario however, that eagle could be servicing him in any way he could think of. Now -that- would be something to write home about. If a postal service existed here, that is.
Sawyer exited the shower area satisfied with the way he looked. Every side was his better side. “what’s the point of putting your feathers into mint condition, when they’ll be all sticky ten minutes from now?” Sawyer heard his opponent say from between the locker row. He looked to his left to see Aetus catch the incoming bouncing ball into his grip without even looking. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ve got a pretty good aim, I won’t be making much of a mess.” Sawyer replied. Aetus scoffed and got up onto his feet, shaking out his wings and tossing the ball away. “I meant when I was done with you. Sawyer smiled and looked away for a moment. “I must say I haven’t fought against a bald eagle in here before, because we haven’t had one in the roster before. Know why? You lot tend to drop at the qualifications. Now catching fish, that you’re good at, so maybe apply for RompMania catering once I drop you out of this season?” Sawyer launched back, seemingly striking some nerve on the bald eagle’s pride. Aetus walked sternly towards the source of arrogance calling itself a golden eagle, stopping a mere beak’s length from Sawyer’s ebony colored beak tip. “You should check yourself before you wreck yourself, if you don’t respect your opponent, it may come back to bite you. Because if I win, -you-, Sawyer, are my price. For a whole week, the rules are very clear on that.” The bald eagle took one further step to bring himself beak to beak with the unflinching Sawyer. “And I’ll be fucking you every… single… day… of that week. I’ll wake up and go to sleep with you kissing my ass. You may walk into the ring a golden eagle male, but when my time’s up, you’ll be leaving my nest as one baldie smellin’ girl. I for one am looking forward to getting to know your every feather.” Sawyer hadn’t even blinked. He raised his eyebrows and gave a little smile afterwards. “You know this is my favorite part and by far your performance of “the speech” is my favorite. You didn’t even crack your voice once!” Sawyer’s smile faded into oblivion in an instant. “Gurgle up some Listerine would you? Your breath’s fishy.” he remarked with a deadpan delivery and turned to walk away towards the arena entrance. Aetus furrowed his eyebrows and cursed under his breath. “Better get used to it…”
Asna tapped his microphone at the commentator’s desk, followed by a glance towards Sorrel, his co-announcer. He took a reassuring glug from his flask and sent some of that freshly gained confidence to Asna with a stern nod of agreement. Asna turned back to his microphone and took a deep breath. “Gooood evening hens and tiercels and welcome to the first fight of the 5th RompMania season!” his effeminate and sugary voice raised above the noisy crowd before the crowd tried to compete with the few thousand Wattages of loudspeakers with loud cheers. Sorrel pulled his mic towards him and continued with a slight mumble “Today we have a highly anticipated match between our long-time champion and a fresh new face. Will this be the season we finally see a new champion on the throne? This match may very well be the decidingfight.” “That’s what we’ve all come to see-” Asna continued, “so lets get our contestant into the ring! To the red corner, please welcome our four-time champion Sawyer!” The crowd bursts into cheers as Sawyer flies modestly to his corner, taking a few hops to slow down as he lands. The stadium was packed full with tens of thousands of beaks. The voice of a scruffy red tail filled the air “And to the blue corner, please give a thunderous clacking to our first bald eagle, Aetus!” The bald eagle flew into the arena and did a lap above the stands and around the arena. Every newcomer seemed to do so and the camera operator interns sure love a panning shot. It just happens that the camera operators were terns. Aetus completes his lap and lands in his corner, shaking out his wings and legs in preparation while his opponent scratches his neck. “Contestants! You know the rules… you fight for domination and until either the loser taps out or we call it. Use of talons in intent to physically harm is not allowed though scratches may happen. The winner price is the loser, so may the best male win!” a few seconds after the sugary osprey voice went quiet, the bell rang and commenced the fight.
The eagles circled one another around the square ring, staring into each other’s eyes, Aetus seemingly more focused than Sawyer. Aetus took the initiative and charged at Sawyer with great speed, lunging forward with his feet ready to grip. Sawyer reacted, raising his own feet to meet Aetus’ charge, but adding sideways momentum to cause the two to spin. The eagles got locked into a wrestle for over a minute, which Sawyer could easily sustain with his athlete’s stamina. Knowing he couldn’t win in a straight up fight of attrition like this, Aetus mustered his strength and tried to roll Sawyer onto his back on the mat. He was slowly succeeding, getting on top of the golden eagle, but before he could get on fully, Sawyer smirked and used his own strength to get on top of Aetus instead. The birds were panting at each other, huffing and tensing. Hearts beating and saliva dripping, the soft yet alluring scent of feathers mixing and male bravado reaching both of their nares. While it may have looked desperate for Aetus, the fight wasn’t over just yet. The crowd was chanting his name, wanting to see the new comer shake things up a bit. He held out and endured Sawyer’s attempts of tiring him out. He kicked his feet in unpredictable ways, causing Sawyer to lose balance. Using his nimble body, Aetus quickly pushed out from under Sawyer and wrapped his left leg over Sawyer’s upper back while simultaneously lifting himself upwards with his wings, swinging himself chest against Sawyer’s side with his right wing against the ground to his side. Before Sawyer could best react, the bald eagle’s crotch was pressed against his face. He recoiled quickly, but Aetus pulled himself back against Sawyer. “Hnf, no no, you give it a good whiff so you know what a real male smells like!” Sawyer couldn’t help but breathe in, but getting a faceful of male bald eagle scent rubbed against his beak instead. He felt the wettened fleshy lips slide over his nare and slapping against his cheek a few times. Sawyer finally managed to get a foothold against Aetus and properly push him away. He took a proper stance and looked more focused this time. He tried to ignore the wet marks on his beak and face, but every time he took a breath, he smelt the strangely alluring salty sea air flavored musk of a bald eagle. He then heard the crowd cheering Aetus’ name. Combination of all this left him unprepared for Aetus’ charge, which sent Sawyer against the ropes and as he recoiled back, Aetus jumped on his back.
He gripped the golden eagle’s wings with his own and mounted the male with a steady grip. Sawyer bucked and attempted to push Aetus off, but with no success. He could feel the bald eagle huffing his hot breath against the back of his neck “Hnf.. ready to be my trophy, loser?” Suddenly the speech Aetus gave earlier returned to Sawyer’s mind. Losing to a harpy eagle? Maybe. But to a bald eagle? “Grrh, if you think I’m gonna lose to a bald eagle-“ Sawyer suddenly felt the bald eagle bite his neck and pushing it to the ground while sweeping his tail to the side with his own. Sawyer moved his own tail down, not letting the bald eagle get to him. He got himself back up and stumbled around the arena with the bald eagle on his back, only tiring himself out. Sawyer panted, he could feel the bald eagle talons gripping his back while Aetus unceremoniously sat on his mount like riding a horse. “You.. you get your.. fishy feet off of me before-“ Sawyer is interrupted as Aetus slaps and thrusts his tail against Sawyer’s ass, turning his speech into a high pitched squeal as the bald eagle’s wet cloaca lips mush against the golden eagle’s puckering vent “Aaahhh, there you are… buck all you want bitch, you’ll get used to it!”
Sawyer gasps with wide open eyes, he jolts forward with each tail slap as the bald eagle begins flapping his wings and rubbing his cloaca around Sawyer’s rear, spreading his pre-cum around and making the golden eagle sticky. Sawyer unf’d and huffed, trying to not lose focus and fight back, but every time he breathed in, he could smell the lips that were now staining his clean golden eagle hind. The bald eagle was excited, his ejaculatory ducts plump and swollen, pushing slightly into the golden eagle’s lips. Aetus felt the golden eagle pucker around him and he noticed Sawyer’s cheeks fluffing in embarrassment. Sawyer wasn’t in control, but his own cloaca kissed and winked against the other male’s lips. The leaky bald eagle was turning Sawyer’s pubic feathers soggy and the sounds of wet lips smacking joined the huffs, grunts and the fwaps of tail slaps. Sawyer wasn’t even moving anymore, he was standing still, leaning against the floor with his face as the other male sat on his up turned ass like a chair. Sawyer could feel the wetness spread, the bald eagle’s pre-cum foaming up and making a stringy web of cum strands between their tails with each audible sloppy slap. “Hnff, that’s it little goldie, wink for your tiercel…” Aetus could hear Sawyer breathe heavy and his breath shivering. He spread his wings wide open victoriously to look big while the golden eagle held his head low. Aetus flapped his wings slowly which wafted forward the smell of eagle sex towards Sawyer’s face, the bald eagle scent sticking to his feathers. Sawyer looked back and saw a strand of thick stringy cum dangling between his legs as the male on his back made possessive grunts. He could feel the bald eagle grip him harder from his wing-shoulders, pulling his head off the ground and causing him to stumble backwards a few steps before stabilizing. Aetus huffed against Sawyer’s back, neither bird saying anything but letting the sounds of soggy tails slapping fill the silence. It seemed to last forever, but soon the bald eagle huffed into words “H-hold still goldie boy.. hff.. hff.. here it comes, hnf!” The bald eagle pressed in against the golden eagle’s rear, his ejaculatory ducts pushing into Sawyer’s cloaca and erupting into a stream of thick eagle sperm. The strong first squirt entered deep into Sawyer’s cloacal chambers, quickly filling them up and the second squirt pushed the seedy load into his rectum, pushing deeper and deeper as Sawyer’s cloaca winked, sucking in more of the bald eagle male’s fluids. Sawyer lifted his leg as the sensation tingled his spine and opened his beak into a moan. His voice quivered as the squirts continued to pump in more thick semen, feeling the wetness run down his feet “Aaahh! Hhnnff! Y-you win, you win! Huuff-f-fuck!” Aetus keeps pushing and slaps against Sawyer’s rear a few times. “Hhaaahhh~ good boy, winky little pucker ain’t ya? You’re my territory now..”
Aetus pushed Sawyer towards the ropes of the ring, pressing him tight against them. He continued to rub and slap his tail around, spreading his gooey semen around those well preened goldie feathers. The voice of a red tail blared through the speakers “Aetus wins! Will you look at that! The champion has finally-“ the voice drowned out, at least for Sawyer who now had a bald eagle huffing his salty breath into his ear, drooling onto his golden nape feathers. He suddenly felt the bald eagle push his toe against his sticky lips and rub around, causing Sawyer to moan and shivers. Aetus gathered up his own fluids onto his talon and brought it up and forced it into Sawyer’s beak. Sawyer protested a bit, trying to move his head away, but couldn’t. The toe oozed the bald eagle’s semen into his beak and onto his tongue. “Suckle on it pretty boy… that’s what a winner tastes like. Hope you like it, coz you’ll be licking my ass… a lot.” Aetus pushed his tail against Sawyer’s and repeatedly slapped his cloaca against his, building another, smaller ejaculation that he unceremoniously squirted against the golden eagle’s lips while he sucked on his toe. It tasted salty and tangy, and he couldn’t hide his arousal of being handled like this, not after getting intoxicated on the scent of it. Aetus sniffed Sawyer’s neck, giving it a deep wiff. “Mmh, you smell like a bitch, Sawyer.. so I’ll make you one.” Aetus pulled off Sawyer, tugging him from the tail, away from the ropes. He lifted his tail for the cameras, showing the mess he made. Sawyer was panting, not quite believing what had taken place, but not wholly opposed to it in his current state either. Aetus strut to the front of Sawyer and stood tall. Sawyer looked up at him with a defeated look. “Kiss. My. Ass.” Aetus said confidently, not able to hide his grin. Sawyer’s eyes look down into the drooly mess of the bald eagle’s ass. He let out a quiet sigh and took a small step closer, then another, till his beak tip was touching between the bald eagle’s ejaculatory ducts. He took in a few whiffs of the male’s sex before pushing out his tongue and giving a long lick from the lower lip, between the ducts and against the upper lip and then repeating, pushing his tongue a bit deeper between the glans each time. The goldie kept lapping at the other male’s lips while holding his head low between his legs. Aetus lifted one of his legs to show some action to the cameras. “Mmmh, not bad Sawyer… you’ll get plenty of practice.” Aetus pushed Sawyer to the ground and walked over him, making sure to drag and wipe his messy tail over his face and back before stepping on top of him, spreading his wings victoriously to the cheers of his fans, old and new. He sat down and gripped the golden eagle. “Alright, giddy up goldie, walk us back to the lockers, I want some privacy with you.”
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Sawyer belongs to me, Aetus is
\n\t\t\t\t\thaliaeetus 's character and Asna and Sorrel belong to \n\t\t\t\t\tWindpaw