Simurgh

To say that things at work have become awkward would be an understatement. Seated on a stone parapet, you chew on some tough steak while you chew on your thoughts. The steak is not for you, mind. It is for the impatiently twittering little chick bouncing around your knees. You are a caretaker of dragons at the Halidom, and today you have been left to babysit for the dragon Simurgh while she is out with the heroes.

Nobody told you how much work it would be. The chick is still too young to digest solid food which means you have to chew everything for her. Since she’s big enough to be knee-height for you it’s been a lot of chewing. You get the piece of steak good and mashed up, then lean forward. The fluffy blue and white chick opens her beak and you spit the piece of meat into her mouth for her to swallow. On the one hand this is kind of disgusting. On the other hand you get to eat a ton of steak on the royal dime with zero calories.

You might as well enjoy it while it lasts because you don’t know how much longer you’ll be on the royal dime. Not since the Prince caught you in the middle of some unprofessional conduct with Poli’ahu. He’s been avoiding you for days and to make matters worse things have gotten uncomfortable with Poli’ahu. It turned out the quick fling you rushed into really was her first time and was more important to her than you thought. You never expected to encounter such human relationship drama in the pursuit of dragonfucking. There is Mercury to think about too. Does she know about you and Poli’ahu yet? Will she be upset?

“You want some advice kid? Never mix work and play,” you instruct the small feathered dragon. She stares back up at you with an expression that asks why you aren’t chewing more food for her. You find you can’t argue with that and put another cube of steak into your mouth, working your sore jaw.

Maybe you should be the one asking somebody else for advice. Ranzal? You doubt he’s ever been in a serious relationship. A relationship maybe, but he has really never struck you as the serious type. Plus he’s too good of a friend. He would just take your side and try to prop you up. The thought crosses your mind, maybe Simurgh would know something that would help understand Poli’ahu’s point of view. She’s an older female dragon too and she has a kid so there must be a father somewhere.

“Bleh.” Another piece of mushy steak spat into the chick’s mouth. This plate is very close to done and for the sake of your jaw muscles you pray to the goddess the chick doesn’t want more. One last cube of steak goes into your mouth.

The sound of the castle gates creaking open interrupts your feeding session and you get up to see who it is, the young dragon skipping along at your heel. You can see Laranoa and her team coming back, which means sure enough Simurgh swoops down from the sky and glides towards you. You finish chewing the last piece of meat and drop it into the chick’s mouth as her mother alights on the parapets you were just seated on.

“Mama’s back sweet precious,” the mother dragon croons. She is unlike many of the dragons you’ve seen here, more bird than lizard. She has a blue crest on her head and two long yellow plumes of feathers hang from the sides of her heads. The undersides of her wings are dabbed with different colors that remind you of a paint palette. The chick waddles up beneath her mother and chirps happily.

Moving over to the next parapet, you sit down again. “I don’t know if she’s had enough to eat yet.”

“Oh it’s quite alright Anon I can take it from here. Thank you truly for looking after her.”

“Just doing my job. Actually, I had a few things I wanted to ask you about. Do you think we could talk later tonight after the little one is put to sleep?”

“Of course.”


That evening as the moon is rising in the sky you meet with Simurgh in the empty courtyard. The warm summer night air is humid and you pull at the collar of your uniform to let it air out. Broaching the topic in a palatable way is harder than it sounds. Simurgh is watching you expectantly so you sigh and force yourself to get started. “I wanted some advice and I was wondering. If it isn’t a bad thing to ask what’s the story of Little Simurgh’s father?”

For some reason you expected it to be a sore subject, but Simurgh just looks bemused instead. “I am sorry to disappoint your curiosity little Anon. There was never any father.”

Now is your turn to be bewildered. “No father? How does that work?”

“It is how our kind is. Each Simurgh lays but a single precious egg when her time comes. So it is that we guard our child so jealously.”

“Does that mean you never had a father either?” you ask, curiosity well and truly piqued now. You never expected Simurgh worked like that.

“No. Only my mother. It surprised me when I was a fledgling to learn that humans and other dragons required two to make a youngling.” As interesting as all of this is it takes the wind out of the sails of your plan. This immaculate conception means Simurgh is another virgin dragon and not the experienced soul you had hoped. She notices you sigh and steps carefully closer, taking you under a wing. “What is wrong?”

“Oh it’s nothing for you to worry about. I was hoping for relationship advice and it turns out you are as new to this as I am.”

Simurgh rubs your back gently with her wing. “Why not tell me about it still? It might help.”

You suppose it cannot hurt. In the quiet moonlit courtyard you tell Simurgh about all of your troubles over the last month. Two lonely dragonesses you thought you were helping when it turned out you were only thinking with your penis and complicating everybody’s lives. Simurgh takes it all in with no comments or judgement.

After thinking on your troubles she proposes, “It sounds like they both expect you to be theirs’. And you do not think that you can be with both. If you go against what your heart tells you it will only make three of you miserable. So you should do the littlest harm. Which of them do you want to be with?”

You think over her question and it doesn’t take long to find an answer. Poli’ahu is beautiful and graceful and it would be easier to do lewd things with her, but you think back to how you felt when you saw Mercury so unhappy. How easily you gave in when she decided to take things further and how glad you were to brighten her eyes.

“You do not need to tell me.” Simurgh speaks softly, crooning over you. “You do need to tell them.”

It was a long day. Simurgh whistles softly while you lean into her soft feathered body, her wing hugging you. You can hear her heart beating inside her, a drum tempo to her gentle song. You soon find yourself drifting off to sleep, cradled in her embrace.