Archive-name: JourEntr/j820-159.txt
Archive-author: Elf Matheiu Sternberg
Archive-title: Wings over Rhysh


     I stood out on the southern Terrace on level four of Rhysh castle,
looking out over the valley which held Rhysh village and the surrounding
countryside.  The village had grown some in the past couple of
centuries, and we were now allowing offworlders to visit, if only under
supervised circumstances.  This terrace has a lot of memories for me,
most of them rather pleasant.  I had found in myself a penchant for
scenes done out of doors.

     And, I thought to myself with a smile, quite often those scenes had
begin in much the same way as todays had.  With a note.  This one not as
cryptic as many, in fact far less so.  Borodir had laid out his desires
rather specifically.  I was anxious to be subject to them.

     "I'm surprised you accepted my invitation, Master Shardik," his
deep, resonant voice crossed the terrace.  I smiled at the appellation
"Master."  It was a common courtesy to anyone who was respected as a
top, regardless of what role they preferred.

     "Nonsense, Master Borodir," I replied, turning to face him.  "An
invitation from you is nothing to ignore, regardless of status."

     The huge, black-skinned human smiled wide, chuckling.  "I'm glad
you think that way.  I have brought the equipment necessary for some
initial forays."

     "I called the Reedhons, so I'm correct in understanding that this
is a fully tested technology?"

     "Of course," Borodir said.  "Tell me, Ken, have I ever been a
danger to your life?"

     "Not at all, Borodir.  This is just a new application of a rather
odd sort, and I would like to know what I'm in for."

     "The basics are pretty easy to understand.  You're going to be
getting the non-permanent fixture.  It is, of course, a standard
long-term suspension harness."  He pouted with mock- frustration.  "It
covers parts of you I'd like to have remain uncovered, but c'est la vie.

     I chuckled.  Hearing the language spoken only a few planets, the
nearest about fourteen light years away, coming from Borodir's mouth
seemed comical.  "So, where do we start?"

     "Are you ready for it, Ken?"

     I looked up into his face and nodded.  He reached forward and with
a swift yank grabbed my hair and hauled me to my knees.  Tears welled in
my eyes and I yelped with pain, looking up at him.  "Are you really
ready, Ken?"

     "Yes, sir," I gasped softly.

     "Good," he replied.  He reached back behind himself and pulled out
a small, white-leather collar with his name marked into it with silver
letters, in the possessive.  He slowly pulled it around my neck and
tightened it.  "Stand," he commanded.  I stood up.  "Strip."  I stripped
off my clothes, folding them conscientiously and placing them on one of
the round stone tables.  "Turn around," he directed.  I turned.  I felt
a thick white-leather belt go around my waist, from which I heard
buckles and snaps jangling softly.  More straps were thrown over my
shoulders, and another pair crossed under my armpits.  Borodir moved
around naturally and calmly, ignoring both my impatience and probably
his own, as he attached belts and buckles and zips and occasionally even
a light chain, but that was probably more for decoration than anything
else.  I stood perfectly still, as a good slave should.  Even though my
training was well and truly in the past, it wasn't something I was ever
likely to forget, and Borodir and I both knew that, even if I was never
going to be as heavily 'in the life' as I had in the past, he knew he
could count on me to behave properly whenever we entered into this
magickal relationship that had long existed between us.

     He had me lift my feet, and with just as much care, allowing me to
hold onto him when I needed to, but only for so long as I needed to, he
fitted the knee-high boots to my calves.

     "One last thing, Ken," he said.  "Lean forward a little."

     I leaned forward, and I heard him grunt oddly.  "Little more."  I
leaned more forward, and suddenly I felt a great weight hit my
shoulders.  The harness slowly took up most of it, the 'leather'
becoming rigid as necessary to transfer much of the weight downwards,
off my back and onto my hips.  "It's almost a forty-kilo rig," he said
as I shifted, feeling the weight and becoming accustomed to the balance.
"Power on," he said.

     The weight shifted again as my Internal State Perception circuits
received the information that my center of mass had moved back a few
centimeters.  I staggered to keep my balance.  Oddly, though, I felt
much lighter, as if the weight on my back had become if not negligible
then certainly acceptable.  And I became aware of what was attached to
my back as well, feeling them as if they were a part of me, something of
my anatomy.  I concentrated, and they quivered uselessly.  "Easy, Ken,
take it easy."

     Borodir stood in front of me, stroking my chin.  "We've got all
day.  Now, you want to make them move out, move wide.  Close you eyes
and think about what commands will make them move."

     I thought, feeling the muscles in my newly acquired appendages
slide and shake with demand.  After a few seconds I felt them contract
and expand, over and under, and suddenly I had full extension.  "Very
good, Ken," Borodir chuckled.  "Turn around and take a look at yourself
in the mirror."

     I did as he instructed.  In the mirror set up at the far end of the
stone-built terrace, I looked at myself.  The white- leather harness,
tooled with fanciful shapes and flowing with silver paint in places,
covered my torso but left my groin completely exposed.  The boots about
my feet were made of the same leather, with a small 'mane' of hair
running down the backs of my calves.

     But the wings, oh, the wings... they extended two meters in both
directions, a full four-point-five meters across.  Magnificent white in
color, with the feathers large and evenly spaced, they blazed brightly
in the sunlight.  "The sight excites you, doesn't it, Ken?"

     "Oh, yes sir," I sighed softly.  I felt blood flowing into my
groin, and my exposed nudity made that all the more obvious as I became
erect, my cock throbbing hard before me.

     "Very good," he chuckled, batting at my erection playfully.  "You
still look magnificent."  I carefully kept my mouth shut, but inwardly I
glowed, enjoying my master's pleasure as my own.  "Now, we are going to
practice.  And we are going to practice until you can fly, Ken."

     The next four hours started with intense frustration.  It took me
an hour just to get the wings to work in tandem.  As they moved more and
more at my command, though, they seemed to become more a part of me.  I
began to feel through them; when I banged them inadvertently into the
stone grey walls of the terrace, they hurt.  Borodir just chuckled and
kept at me.

     Suddenly, though, I began to get them to move in tandem and with
power.  Just when I was beginning to reach the bursting point with my
frustration, I began kicking up huge gouts of dust and lifted vertically
a meter into the air in two swings.  I was so surprised I lost control
and fell awkwardly to the ground, my wings splayed around me.  "Ow."

     "That was great, lad," Borodir said cheerfully.  "Just wonderful.
But you look tired; come inside and rest, take something to drink."

     I nodded, thanking him with my eyes.  He hooked a finger through a
ring on the collar and pulled me into the cafeteria.

     After lunch we worked at it again.  Having Borodir watch me has
always been somewhat inspirational, and today we were working
particularly well together.  After a few hours, I was getting the
downswings perfectly enough that I could remain, hovering, without
blowing myself backwards and up against the stone wall, or worse, out
over the castle trellis where I would fall dozens of meters to my doom--
at least, until the gravitics kicked in and saved me.

     He waved me down from a long and sustained hover.  "Come on, Ken,
I've got something I want from you."

     I waited, silently.  "Up on those spires are three balls.  One is
blue, one is red, and one is green.  Bring them to me in that order,
blue, red, green.  Got it?"

     "Yes, sir," I replied.

     "Then go!" he replied cheerfully, slapping my butt.

     I took to the air immediately, realizing just as quickly what
Borodir's intention was in demanding this of me.  I have an incredible
arrogance and an equally strong sense of prowess, and he was letting me
control both so that I would take this search slow.  I ascended up to
one of the six spires that make up Castle Rhysh, found the green ball.
I flew around the spires, drawing eyes and pointing fingers from the
slaves and masters playing their games below me, as I located the other
two balls.  I flew back to the blue one, flew over Borodir and handed it
to him, never setting my feet on the ground.  One thing I liked about
the wings was that they are for show and maneuvering; the suspension is
mostly gravitic.  This allowed to me fly in a slow and majestic manner,
my long dark hair trailing out behind me as I retrieved the red and
green ones.

     "Good slave," Borodir said as I landed, panting slightly.  Despite
the wings being a mechanical device, maneuvering still involved lots of
body play, and that still took effort.  "Now turn around."  I turned,
folding my wings behind me.

     Another harness, this even prettier than the last, with a broad
chest piece, was fitted over my shoulders and between my legs.  Borodir
took his time, his patience seemingly endless as he worked over my body.
"Okay, Ken," he said.  "Let's see how you do as a pegasi."  I gasped,
recognizing what he meant instantly as he walked behind me.  I felt his
hand trail down my back, and a cool, liquid sensation as he plunged his
fingers between the cheeks of my ass.  Then I felt the blunt, rounded
nozzle of a plug being fitted there.  I relaxed and let the plug fill my
asshole, sighing with relief as I got past the flare and clamped down on
the fitting.  I could feel the horsehairs trailing down to brush the
backs of my calves.  I wished I could see what I look like.  I felt...
pretty.

     "Over town with you," he said as a whip flicked at my ass.  I
hadn't even noticed Borodir leaving me, so overwhelming was the
fulfilling feeling in my ass.

     With a yelp, I strained at my harness before remembering that now I
had wings.  I concentrated, and they swung in sequence.  With a few
powerful flaps I was into the air, straining at the harness, and
suddenly its weight lightened a little as whatever it was that I carried
was pulled into the air with me.  "Excellent!" Borodir called out.  The
whip struck my ass again, and I recognized it as some sort of buggy
whip-- appropriate, I thought.  "Now, over town and to the Hex.  I'd
like to stop in the restaurant for a drink."

     "Yes, sir!" I said cheerfully.  Now I was more airborne than ever,
the wind striking my face and body.  The day was sufficiently warm for
me as we headed out over town.  I was at least a couple of hundred
meters in the air, and looking down at town from this angle I wondered
how anyone could feel submissive or slave-like.  Even straining at the
bonds of my master's harness, I felt an incredible sense of control.  I
wondered how much of that was because everything but being his pegasus
was the only thing I was concerned with right then.

     "Doing good, Ken," he said as I recognized The Hex from overhead,
even if it's not so much hexagonal as merely circular from the outside. 
I spiraled downwards, enjoying the attention of others as a pleasure.  I
had long ago given up to being fearful of the attention of others; if
they admired me for what my master made of me, then I was happy.  I
found where the pony stop was and slowly brought myself and my carriage
down to that street, landing with caution so as not to blow dust about
too much or hit someone with my wings.  When my feet touched the grown I
suddenly felt exhausted.  I hadn't realized just how much work flying
was, especially now with a carriage to haul.

     Borodir walked up from behind, and his hand stroked my backside,
his fingers teasing at my hole.  "Good boy," he said calmly.  "Good
boy."  He reached up and unsnapped the buckles and straps.  "Go get
yourself some water over at the trough."

     Despite the beauty of my wings and my harness, I was still just a
pony.  I knelt down before the trough and dropped my head into it,
grateful for surcease from the punishing summer sunlight overhead,
soaking my hair and letting it carry water all the way down my back.
Borodir returned eventually, by which time his pegasus had gained a
great deal of attention.

     "Come along, boy," he said.  I smiled, noting that in the presence
of others he wouldn't use my name aloud.  He led me by the collar again
to where his carriage had lain.  A flying carpet?  I almost laughed at
his sense of humor; it was a magnificent carriage, a Persian run of
significant size.  And as loaded to the fibers with nanotech and
gravitics as my wings and harness, I was willing to bet.

     He turned me around and reattached the reins and load- bearing
struts to the back of my harness, then again with the whip.  "Up!" he
cried.

     We were airborne almost immediately.  "Back to the castle, Ken.  We
have a slave for you to train yourself!"

     I smiled and put my back into my flying, willing the wings to
greater speeds and gasps.  As I approached the Terrace from which we
started, I slowed, and landing was as calm and as smooth as I could
possibly make it.  I wanted my Master proud of me.

     "You have done well, Ken," Boridir complimented me.  He seemed full
of compliments for someone so collared as I.  But I know Borodir well,
and I understood what he was saying to me.  I had once been his work of
art, and the ease with which I returned to that state still surprised
both of us.  Of all the people I've ever dealt with, Borodir is still
the one most impressed by the fact that he has "Vatare' Shardik" as his
own personal Rhysh slave, but he handled those feeling so well I trusted
him to be abusive when I needed it.  We played without safewords.

     "Down at the courtyard is a water trough.  Make use of it.  When
you're done, return here.  You will teach someone else how to use such
beautiful wings as yours."

     I nodded, taking back to the air and easily availing myself of the
water trough in the center courtyard.  Immediately, there was a crowd of
unharnessed ponies and other interested observers looking me over, many
with what could only be called 'hunger' in their eyes.  I drank deep,
relieved myself in public on a bale of hay set aside for ponies for just
that reason.  Then I flew back to the terrace.

     I found him waiting with a human female.  "Ken, this is Kevvi.  You
are going to teach her how to fly."  She had the same wing arrangement I
did, and I smiled to notice that Borodir had already given her her tail.

     After noticing those thing about her that weren't human, looked
over her more human parts.  She was a beautiful woman with dark red
skin, a rounded face and straight, black hair.  Her black eyes
glittered, partly with tears it seemed.  I smiled.  "Let's begin, Kevvi.

     The exercise took hours, just as mine had.  Borodir had apparently
chosen her for her ability to learn quickly.  By the time night was
falling, she was dipping and weaving in the air with a skill I openly
envied.  Borodir had repeatedly left and rejoined us, attending to his
business elsewhere in the castle occasionally.  He returned just as
night was falling.  "I have asked Melody to turn up the outdoor lights,
so you should have enough illumination to keep practicing."

     We watched her continue.  She could actually fly on her back for
short stretches.  Borodir hmmm'd quietly.  "Ken, I want to watch you
take her in flight."

     I had anticipated that.  "Yes sir," I said.

     "I see you like the idea," he said playfully, reaching down and
stroking my cock, frustrating me.

     "Yes sir," I said.

     "Then go now, by my command."

     "Yes sir!" I said, kicking off and taking to the air, enthusiastic
swings taking me up into the air as the outdoor lights came to life,
lighting up our sky.  "Kevvi!" I shouted to the woman who lazily swung
her wings against the nighttime air.

     "Ken?" she asked, turning to face me.  We hovered in place, which
turned out more difficult than imagined; our airstreams disrupted on
another's smooth flight.

     I pointed down to the terrace.  "Our Master has given us an order. 
Try to stay calm, Kevvi," I said, slowly dipping downwards to between
her legs.  Out of the corners of my eyes I could see her wings flapping
slowly, lazily. Mostly gravitics and imagery, we moved them strictly for
station-keeping.

     She cooed softly as my tongue found her bare-shaved mound, kissing
her there softly.  "Everyone can see us!" she whimpered.

     "Complaining, Kevvi?  Master would be upset.  She tasted good...
and very sweaty.  I slowly pushed her legs apart, and she kicked my wing

     "Ow!" I objected as I spiraled away from her.  Regaining my
composure and control, I flew back up to where she hovered.

     "Sorry," she said.

     "Just be careful," I said.  She parted her legs a little more
carefully, watching to make sure they weren't within the sweep of my
wings.

     She was completely bare of pubic hair, and the rich, reddish tint
of her skin blended sweetly into a dark-brown tint to her vulva.  I
grasped her butt with my hands and slid in closer, tasting her.

     How we must have looked from below, her wings sweeping above mine
in a strange, syncopated rhythm.  It must have been very obvious that my
head was between her legs.

     Her cunny was very wet.  I couldn't tell if it was the idea of
flying or of being watched that made her so wet even before my tongue
slid up the gap of her labia, tasting the heavy, heady taste of her
juices.  I licked and nibbled on her lips, letting my teeth gently touch
her clitoris and then plunging down to her opening, tasting.  "Rings,
Kevvi, you taste good," I gasped, looking up at her.

     She moaned softly in reply.  I left her and ascended.  "Let's go
higher," I said.

     Into the dark night sky we rose, and as we did we learned how to
make our wings flap close to one another.  The castle seemed to
disappear beneath us, the lights becoming smaller, weaker, and closer
together.  Slowly, she parted her legs and I maneuvered closer, sliding
my cock into her.

     She moaned.  "Oh, yes."  Her cunt was hot and slick around my
shaft.  She gripped my shoulders, watching my wings carefully as I
grabbed her hips and together we made motion, my cock plunging as deep
as we could managed into her wanting body.  Her whole body was slick
with sweat despite the prevailing cool wind, and she tossed her head.

     Controlling my wings became more and more difficult the closer I
came to orgasms.  She began having to remind me as we made love,
reaching that point of no control, making love like animals.  No longer
intent on just keeping place, we flew hard, flew fast, ascending into
the air, our bodies joined at the hips.  "Oh, Kevvi..." I gasped.

     "Sir?" she replied, equally breathless.

     "I'm coming!" I screamed, grabbing her tight as we lost all
control.  We plunged towards the ground, and panic, thrilling panic took
me as we separated and I spread my wings again, pulling up and flying
free.

     "Kevvi?"  The first thought on my mind was her.  I looked around,
and I found her, flying towards me.  "Are you okay?"

     "Oh, Ken, sir, I'm fine," she smiled.

     "Good.  I worried there for a moment."

     "I'm glad you did.  Let's return to the terrace."  We flew to the
Terrace where Borodir waited for us, settling down to the ground.

     "How are my pegasi?" he asked.  We both nodded and nuzzled each
other.  He held out his hand to my face and I caressed it with my cheek.
"You may talk."

     "Wonderful, sir," I replied.  "Lost control at the last moment
though."

     "Yes, I saw.  Very beautiful.  Kevvi, you know where to return to. 
I'll talk with you in a few moments."

     "Yes, sir," she replied obediently, trotting off down the stairs.

     Borodir reached up and snapped at the buckle around my neck.  The
collar came off.  "So, Master Shardik," he continued, giving the last
little nudge to bring me back to reality, "What do you think?"

     "I think, Borodir, that you have the potential for some very
exciting imagery here."

     "And when the nanotech versions come out?" he asked.

     "That's different," I replied, slowly stripping off the harness and
wings, carefully laying them on one of the tables and dressing.  "That's
body alteration, something a little different from changing one's
clothes.  And those changes are still useless offworld.  These are only
one-world harnesses, you know."

     He nodded.  "And installing the Dragon-tested gravitics under the
skin only works for either Pendor or a planet, but not both."

     "That's because we're not under gravity here, Borodir."

     "I know my physics, Ken."  He grinned as I completed my ensemble.
"But do you think many people will go for it?"

     As we walked back into the castle, I paused at the doorway and
looked up at the night sky.  "Borodir, I think you're new little kink is
going to be swamped with requests."

     "That's all I wanted to know.  Come.  Kevvi needs to be put up for
the night, and I'd like to entertain you with a real dinner."

     "I appreciate that, Master Borodir.  Lead on."

     Down into Castle Rhysh we went.

--
"Wings Over Rhysh"
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