You’re sitting on your couch eating a chicken sandwich. Steel made for it you. When you first walked into your apartment you had asked him to make you one. You half expected him to grab the goggles and turn you into a literal chicken sandwich but, no, he immediately went into your kitchen and got to work. Now he’s standing on the other side of the room staring at you.
“How was your day?” you ask.
“It was fine, master.” was the brief reply.
When you looked through those glasses you pictured the perfect slave. That meant a perfectly obedient slave that was loyal to the death. You guess once of the side effects of that is that he doesn’t have much of a personality. He lives to serve and that’s it.
You also realize that, while you had definitely imagined him to be male, you had not imagined a visible penis. Sure enough, whatever equipment he has is hidden within his feathers. You’re curious what he ended up with. Ordinarily asking someone to just show you their penis would be weird. But is this person in your room really a person? You can imagine that legally he’s your property with a personality to match. His body quite literally belongs to you so why not ask?
“Steel, show me your penis.” You command.
He gives you a funny look. “My penis, master?”
“Yes, show it to me.”
“I don’t have one master, do you mean my cloaca?” he asks. Its weird reading his emotions. His beak and eyes don’t change at all. He’s still giving you the same bald eagle glare that he’s had since the moment you stole his life from him, but his eyebrows definitely show some emotion. Or, at least, they show the confusion that he’s had at his lifelong master seemingly forgetting basic facts about his life and body.
Also, what’s a cloaca?
“Of course, Steel, come over here and show it to me.”
He walks over to you, turns around, bends over and uses his talons to spread the feathers at his taint. All that’s there is a single small hole. You take a finger and stick it inside, probing around to see if anything is there. It feels, well, like a very tight hole. Steel shows no reaction whatsoever to your probing.
“So, this is a cloaca? How does it… work?” you ask.
“Yes master, it functions like a combination between a human asshole and penis. My feces is mostly liquid and for mating I place it against a female’s cloaca and ejaculate into her.” He says in a very scientific, matter of fact way.
Gross, you think to yourself, immediately pulling your finger out.
“Steel, go get me something to clean my finger off with.”
Steel immediately makes for the kitchen.