Chapter 11: Bird Brained

Iro emerged from the locker room, giving his new uniform a final once-over and adjusting the snug collar. The uniform fit him like a glove, each panel of spider-silk fabric hugging his skin and stretching with his every move, showcasing his physique. He couldn’t help but wish he’d had it during his streaming days.

Skalla was already in the kitchen, her domain, and shot him a grin and a wink as he passed by. He blushed at her attention and gave a small wave as he moved into the dining hall.

Cerys was in the foyer, just beyond the dining hall, engrossed in a stack of documents and notes. She looked up as he approached, pushing her glasses up her nose.

“Mister Iro, all ready for the day, I see. And making new friends, too. Mika mentioned some ~activities~ in the showers.”

Iro felt a blush creep up his cheeks, and he stammered, “I, uh, w-well, it wasn’t—”

Cerys raised a hand to stop him. “I don’t care what you do in your free time, just make sure you show up for your duties on time.

“And about your duties, they need to be completed before the end of the day or before any major events, like when Master Zeltaria hosts dinners or parties.

“On those days, the duty list will be longer, and you’ll be ~well aware~ of the need for speed.”

Iro breathed a sigh of relief that Cerys wasn’t upset and regained his composure. “So, what will I be doing today, then?”

Cerys grinned, the kind of grin you give when you’re about to deliver a dose of karma.

“You’ll be assisting Airy with her duties today, as your responsibilities are quite similar.

“General cleaning, organization, waiter service, and anything else Zeltaria might need throughout the day. I hope that won’t be too difficult for you.”

Iro tilted his head and nodded slowly. He didn’t see the difficulty, though his previous encounters with Airy did give him pause.

“That…should be fine? Are you expecting anything, like, exceptional today? Unusual?”

Cerys shook her head and handed Iro a small note. “Nothing at all. Master Zeltaria is still recovering from the ambassadorial meetings over the last few days.

“Just be ready to respond when called upon. Drinks, food, and ~cleaning~ are typical requests on slow days. Just…be ready.”

The sound of flapping wings announced the arrival of Airy, the red-feathered avian, who landed on Cerys’s equine half with a thud, wrapping her feathered arms around Cerys’s torso in greeting.

“Cery! Good morning! Doggy!” She vaulted over Cerys’s head and hugged Iro, clearly excited. “It has been so long since Airy gets new friend, very excited!”

Iro looked up at Cerys past Airy’s excitedly moving body and caught her victorious smirk as she gave the two smaller people space.

“I leave you to it, Mister Iro. Make sure everything on that list gets done!” Cerys called as she retreated up the stairs onto the second floor of the mansion.

Suddenly, Iro understood exactly why he should always be on time for work.

Airy suddenly stood up with a very serious look on her face and leaned close to Iro, squinting at him as he tried to lean further and further back from her.

“You…wouldn’t happen to know any good places to groom your feathers in, would you?”

Iro slowly shook his head. “I…don’t think so? Should I?”

Airy nodded slowly. “We’ll work on it. But for now, let’s go and get some food.”

She spun around and walked past him, headed to the kitchen at a playful march as her taloned feet clicked on the tile floors of the mansion.

Iro, a little bewildered and annoyed, took a look at the list of things to do.

~Clean non-residential rooms, tidy the locker rooms, clean foyer, clean parlor, tidy library, keep an eye on Airy. ~

Iro looked up to see the harpy had vanished. ~Today is going to be way more work than I expected~…

***

Iro collapsed onto the nearest couch as Airy swung upside down from the chandelier in the parlor, her skirt falling up her torso and revealing her tight shorts underneath.

The parlor ceiling extended all the way to the second floor, perfect for her antics, while the plush couch was perfect for Iro to finally take a breather after doing ~most~ of the work so far.

Iro was marveling at the durability of the chandelier when he saw one of Airy’s talons begin to slip off the metal rung.

“W-whoa, Airy…Airy going to f-falllllll!” She yelped as her weight overpowered her weakened grip, and she slipped off the chandelier, falling straight down.

Iro, in a moment of unthinking reaction, leapt up from the couch and slid underneath Airy right as she crashed to the floor, breaking her fall with his own body.

A little dazed from the fall and from being landed on, Airy and Iro sat in pained groaning for a moment as they recovered.

Iro recovered first to find Airy had landed face-first on his gut, her short and tight shorts exposed as her skirt had gotten tangled around her waist.

Her taloned feet were splayed out on either side of his head and her tail feathers fanned out over his face, leaving really only her shorts within his view.

And what a view it was. The tight shorts left very little to the imagination and the lack of creases or lines showed that there wasn’t anything underneath them.

Iro could feel his cheeks heating up, but more importantly, he could feel a certain stiffness growing in his spider-silk thong and uniform.

Airy stiffened and shifted awkwardly as she started to regain consciousness, her face dangerously close to his growing arousal. “D-doggy? D-did you catch Airy?”

“I…think so? Can you…get off me?” Iro mumbled, a dull ache spreading through his torso.

Airy’s knees squeezed gently against Iro’s fuzzy head. “Airy…grateful…for doing tasks too.”

Iro felt her unusual fingers begin to fumble with the hem of his maid’s skirt, pulling it slowly up his legs. “W-wait, Airy, n-not ~here~.”

Airy didn’t seem to hear him as she adjusted her position, her knees pinning Iro’s arms down.

He assumed she didn’t do that intentionally, but the fact was she was very securely on top of him.

She seemed to be concussed enough to be interested in fellating him as he felt a breath rush over his member, and his underwear was tugged aside.

“Airy! W-wait….hold up…don’t—GAH?!” Iro exclaimed as Airy rested her feathered ass directly on his face.

The warmth transferred through her tight shorts, and her knees still held his head in place as her mouth took a testing lick of his member.

“Shalty…,” the avian mumbled as she stroked it gently with a feathery grip.

The way she wiggled her behind on Iro’s nose was not helping him get comfortable with the situation, and it wasn’t long before he felt an oddly wet patch on the underside of her shorts.

“Airymf… mff!” Iro grunted as she squeezed him even tighter and wrapped her lips around his member.

Admittedly, it was pleasurable but ultimately undesirable while in the~ very public parlor~ of the mansion.

He was surprised how strong she was and how singularly focused she could be. Maybe he should concuss her more frequently, but only when they were doing ~actual work~ so he didn’t have to do ~everything~.

However, that was a question for later, because right now Iro needed to get the dazed harpy off of him and especially off his dick!

It didn’t seem to do any good, no matter how much Iro squirmed. It only seemed to spur her on as his nose rubbed against her shorts-covered privates, soft moans escaping from the delirious harpy.

She began to sloppily fellate his doggy dick and wiggle her hips on his nose, the wet patch growing as she got wetter with her own arousal.

Iro felt his orgasm approach despite his best efforts. The harpy knew what she was doing down there and, given his recent experiences with the mansion, he didn’t have to guess where she’d picked up the skills.

With an ever-growing pinkish haze in his mind, Iro’s grunts turned to moans and then, with a helpless squirm underneath the horny avian, turned to a prolonged yelp as he peaked and came inside her mouth.

Airy hummed absent-mindedly as she swallowed his reduced load. Iro might have the impressive sexual stamina of a canine, but his sperm production simply couldn’t keep up with the seemingly unending sexual needs of the mansion.

Sagging back, Airy rolled lazily off Iro and tickled him idly with her feathers, giggling in a post-fellatio haze.

Right until a steady and rhythmic clopping of hooves approached the prone pair.

Iro was left looking up at a stern and frowning Cerys, and before he could scramble to his feet, the centaur reached down to pick up both Iro and then Airy by their collars and sat them on their knees.

“One job,” she scolded, “~you had~ one job. Do your tasks. Was ‘fuck the harpy’ on the list?”

Iro flinched as she glared down at him. “N-no, but—”

“No buts! Well, there might be one butt…”

Iro looked up from his shamed position to see Cerys grinning at him evilly and with a somewhat distracted look in her eye. Looking over his shoulder, Iro saw a certain someone who made his blood run cold.

Leaning in the doorway out of the parlor into the back halls of the first floor was the tall, red-skinned, sultry, and scantily-clad demoness he considered his boss and who likely considered him to be her pet.

Iro gulped. This day was far from over…