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The two of you were the only chickens at Mr. A's farm.
It would make sense for you—the rooster of the farm—to get along with K, who was supposedly a hen. The other workers all expected the two of you to cooperate somewhat, but the neither of you ever even bothered to do so.
Correction: that's what the others thought. They had never witnessed any interaction between the two of you, nor did the two you seem to even acknowledge each others' existence.
You wouldn't mind if the others knew. It was K who didn't want others knowing about your odd relationship so they could gossip about it all year long.
"Hand me another drink." K ordered, face flushed red from his previous shots.
He didn't like you at the start. To be fair, he doesn't like anyone from the very beginning. It's not until when he gets to know them that he decides whether he can stand them or hates them.
"K, you already had four cans of beer. You can barely handle three." You frowned, worrying for the hen's wellbeing—though clearly not enough as you reluctantly passed him another can.
You two had coincidentally met each other when you had visited A one night, unable to go to sleep. The unpleasant memories at the centre haunted your dreams like every other night, and so you had resorted to your usual drinking buddy, only to find that someone else would also rely on A to drink with.
The two of you conversed for hours and hours that night, finding many similarities and learning to enjoy each others company. From then on, the two of you were inseparable—only at night when alcohol was available.
K grunted as the can clicked open under his talon, and he took a long sip before letting out an exaggerated noise. "Don't care. Whatever gets me to forget. Hey, dollface, mind telling me that story of you at the frat party?" His words began to slur, which was inevitable as K was never one to be able to hold his liquor.
For a moment there, your heart skipped a beat at the pet name. You snapped yourself out of your trance as quickly as you had fallen into it, reminding yourself that it was just a habit of his to call people by pet names whenever he was drunk.
"Again?" You sighed at his request as you chugged down the last bit of your own drink. "That would make it the fourth time tonight." Your gaze reflected your concern for K as he drowned out the memories of his past few days.
"What? Can't a man distract—hic, himself from laying fucking eggs?!" And there it was, K's drunken outburst. You had been dealing with it for the past week or so, and you had eventually grown accustomed to it. The hen continued, "I used to be a nurse, working with children and saving them. But now, I've been reduced to an egg-laying male hen who also can't even handle beer!" He throws a can to the floor, causing A—whom had passed out due to drinking—to flinch.
You shook your head silently, knowing it was time to get K to sleep. K's daily routine the past few days has been; drinking at night, wake up the next morning with a splitting headache, lay an egg or two, repeat.
His routine, unfortunately, had also greatly affected yours as his closest companion. You would drink with him, but only a teensy amount so you could take care of K the same night. You would go to sleep about an hour after him, and wake up in the morning to the hen laying an egg. After cleaning up the egg (feeding it to Fluffy), you would work yourself off at the farm until night came, and the cycle repeated.
Yes, it was a toll on the both of you; mentally, physically, and emotionally. But what could anyone do in this situation? That answer was only ever up for K to answer as this was his very original experience.
As a rooster, your instinct had always drawn you towards the distressed hen and forced your system to feel the need to protect and secure K. He absolutely hated it, but your biology did not care.
"C'mon." You huffed as you stood up, pulling K up along with you. You carried him out of A's room, and started your agonizing 5 minute-long walk to the barn that would mimic a hostel at the farm
For someone lean and not so tall, K surely was heavy. You would dare make an assumption that it was due to his eggs, yet never say it aloud secretly. If you ever did, K's talons would be inches within your skull in the matter of seconds.
Said hen would not stop fussing in your hold, making it harder for you. "K, please." You pleaded weakly as his feet dragged on the floor instead of functioning. "I'm tired," You whispered, not intending for K to hear.
"'m sorry." You heard a raspy reply before K began to struggle. You paused your trudges, watching patiently as K brought him up on his two feet. "I'm sorry," He whispered your name softly, melting away the faintest bit of irritation you felt.
Humming in acknowledgement, you continued to no longer drag but walk with K to the barn. Every other employee and farm habitants seemed to be asleep as no lights were turned on. The air felt cool and crisp, gently blowing away the remaining alcohol in your own systems.
K was silent for a few seconds before tapping you on the shoulder with a weak moan. You immediately knew what he wanted and carefully set him down on the floor and began to pat his back as the man held onto your hand with an immense grip.
"Please stop drinking. Your own body rejects alcohol." You frowned yet again as K hurled onto the grass field. K held out a middle finger for you to see before continuing, his face paling with each second. The frown on your face deepened and you forced yourself to look up at the sky, distracting yourself from the sick hen as you gazed at the stars.
"..The stars here never fails to have me in awe." You murmured to particularly no one. K seemed to conclude his session as he groaned and stretched out a hand towards you. You didn't need to look to hand him tissue and a bottle of water that you had grown a habit of always keeping.
"Sorry." K apologized yet again as he gargled with the water, spitting it out before wiping his mouth. He turned to you, looking somewhat more sober as he wobbled up to his feet. "As pathetic as it is, this is what's become of me. I hope you don't resent me, you're a good person." He took you by your arm and began guiding you to the barn.
Your face slightly flushed at his words. Though you were fully aware that it was the influence of K's unexpectedly sweet words, you wanted to blame the tiniest bit of alcohol still in your system. "I could never resent you." You took a bit too long, but replied nevertheless.
K chuckled as he ran his hand through his locs, inhaling exaggeratedly as he took in the fresh countryside air. "I'm grateful for you, then."
The two of you walked in comfortable silence, nearing the other side of the farm from A's little house and the hostel. K cleared his throat after a while, grabbing your attention by the time you two had reached the door of the barn.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot lately." K slowly began, taking his time to collect his words. You didn't mind at all; you would wait a decade if that meant K would talk to you. He brought you past the common room, up the stairs, and stopped in front of his door at the end of the hallway.
"I want to stop giving the centre the satisfaction of providing them S-rated products." K scratched the back of his neck and ruffled his feathers, indirectly referring to his eggs. "So A and I have been trying to find a solution to this whole situation."
You nodded along with every word, shifting at your feet whenever K paused. The tension was palpable, even more so emphasized by the dark, silent atmosphere of the countryside midnight. Your own talons fidgeted together as you anticipated each syllable rolling off of K's tongue. Solution? To his eggs? Like, getting to not lay them at all? Why is he so reluctant?
"..But the whole medication thing is going to take a while to produce. So, I thought that instead of having my eggs torn away from me, I would find an excuse to keep them for myself." K finally finished, but his words hung off like a cliff hanger—something was missing.
You cocked your head. "To keep them..? Have you thought of any excuse?"
K's face flushed a crimson red, clearly visible albeit the lack of light sources. His eyes bore straight into yours as you waited for his answer, more curious than anything.
"Fertilize my eggs."
..Huh? It was your turn to blush. You felt your blood rush everywhere—your head, heart, and straight down.
"W–What?" You choked out after a few seconds of intense eye contact with both you and K glowing the deepest shade of red. You swallowed thickly, struggling to even do so as your throat felt tense.
"I said, fertilize my eggs." K continued, being straightforward despite the waves of embarrassment choking him. "Breed me. I want to hatch our chicks."
Our. The word echoed in your head, clearing out any other thought for a split moment before thousands of words came to your mind at the same time, almost in the form of a headache.
"Breed—?" You could not dare finish your phrase as K abruptly swung open the door to his room and yanked you in, locking the door before you could even protest.
K didn't even bother asking if you wanted it back. He knew you best on the farm, and he knew you wouldn't let go of such an opportunity. "Don't act stupid. As much as you've seen me drunk, I have seen you drunk and running that mouth of yours." Ah, right. You and your poor habits of verbally recreating a broken faucet whenever you were drunk.
The hen continued as he brought your stiff hand under his baggy white shirt, pressing it against his warm skin. You shuddered at the contact, slowly beginning to snap out of your paralyzed state. "You're always mumbling about fucking me in your sleep.." K leaned in, whispering directly into your ear.
"Pervert."
You lost it then and there. Your hands that were being manually controlled by K for you to feel his body began to move roughly on its own—technically, your consciousness. Immediately soaring up, your hands grabbed a handful of his chest and you slammed your lips against his.
K let out a sound of surprised that was muffled but didn't resist. He only repeated the act of tensing and easing his muscles as you began to slowly back him up, taking careful strides with him until he fell against his bed. "You don't know how much I've been yearning for you." You whispered, practically trembling even though you were the one pinning him down.
The hen chuckled at your words before bringing a hand up to your cheek. You instantly leaned into his touch despite the how rough the skin of his talon felt against your soft face. "Really?"
"Yeah." You gulped as your eyes that you didn't remember closing fluttered open to meet his icy blue gaze. The usual distanced look he held in his eyes was nowhere to be found, his gaze now only reflecting his biological desire and.. what looked like appreiciation—you couldn't quite put a finger on it. You couldn't help but squirm and look away, blushing under his intense eyes.
K caressed the side of your face wordlessly as one of his hands began dragging across then down your body, pressing against the thin fabric between you and your skin. You shivered at the sensation, patiently waiting for K to be satisfied with feeling you up as you carefully took one of his legs and experimentally wrapped it around your waist. As if have been waiting for you to make the first move, K instantly takes the cue and wraps both of his legs around you and pulls you in.
You yelped at the unexpected gesture, face somehow feeling even hotter as your groins rubbed against one another's. "K—" Your whiny tone was cut off as he abruptly flipped the two of you over. It was your turn to lay on your back and K tower over your body. The only difference between the position swap was that instead of simply standing over you like you had been to K, he was sitting on your crotch.
"You're acting like a virgin," K commented teasingly, wearing a clearly excited expression as he pulled his shirt off. Your mouth was hung open as you were about to retort, only to be interrupted by K removing his clothing. It was hard for you to keep yourself in line as he revealed his toned figure, looking so ravishable and breedable.
..Breedable? You caught onto your own shameful thoughts as K removed his pants, then began working on his briefs. I am truly becoming an animal—ooh woah.
Your eyes widened as you stared at the delectable sight of the white feathers covering his skin where there should be pubic hair. The sight alone had your cock grow hard instantly, as if whatever K was doing previously wasn't enough.
Your boner was getting painful, and you yourself were growing impatient as K would tease you, trying to get another reaction out of you.
"You don't seem so eager, you're barely even moving." K began undoing your clothes—having grown impatient himself and wanting to see you—and started with your shirt. At his words, your desperate act of clinging to your rationality snapped.
As soon as K had tossed your shirt to the floor in the pile of his own clothes, you pushed him gently off of your lap and feverishly removed your pants. K watched intensely as you did, chuckling as he found your sudden enthusiasm amusing.
"Stop teasing me," You said breathily as soon as you were fully bare—your figure being dimly lit by the moonlight spilling through the windows, allowing for K to see enough—and turned to said man. K's eyes traveled down and between your legs before they widened a fraction or so. "And.. And for your information," You took a pause as K climbed back into your lap, "I am one."
"One of what?" K's face lit up slightly as he felt your warm skin brush against his, the minimal contact causing his heart to flutter. He carefully took your length in his hand and gave it an experimental stroke, biting back a grin as you moaned and bucked your hips against his touch.
"A virgin." You admit in a whisper. A hand had instinctively come up to cover your mouth as you watched K toy with your sensitive cock, staring intently as his hand barely wrapped around your girth. "K, are we really—ngh, gonna fertilize you..?" You asked, uncertain and embarrassed by your wordchoice.
K rolled his eyes sarcastically as he began pumping your cock for the sole purpose of hearing more of your raw, pleasured voice and noises. "Obviously. I would never let anyone near my pussy if it weren't for that."
You certainly didn't know how to feel about that answer—but an answer was an answer, so you shrugged it off.
"Fuck.. Then can I put it in already?" You tore your gaze away from K's rapid hand, struggling to hold back your pathetic whimpers and moans as he squeezed and jerked you off skillfully. You were ashamed that he had already watered you down into a whore when all he did was touch your dick. ... Okay, a little more than just that.
K hummed, pretending to consider your words before removing his hand from your dick. You subconsciously thrusted up, already missing the pleasure provided by K. "Not yet."
You pouted lightheartedly at his answer, and watched with a racing heart as he suddenly took your hand and brought it between his legs where is hole should be. K then brought your fingers higher and pressed it against his dripping cunt, causing you to gasp and your dick to twitch.
"I thought if I were wet enough I could take you straight away," K spoke as he guided your fingers into his hole. He had to pause inbetween his words at the sensation of two of your digits sliding into his cunt. "But it seems I underestimated you." He referred to your size, eyes briefly flickering down to your rock-hard cock that was now leaking with pre-cum.
You gulped and nodded at his words, afraid that the mere act of opening your mouth will free the moans you had managed to bite back. K let go of your wrist and you took that as your cue to start working on him on your own. You were extremely cautious with your moves, keeping your eyes on K's expression rather than the lewd scene just down below to watch out for any signs of discomfort.
His pussy was so obscene—dangerously so. You felt your cock throb and twitch the more you curled your fingers, the more you slowly pumped his gummy walls. K let out pleased hums and moans often as you fingered him. Despite claiming to be a virgin, you were doing fairly well in K's opinion.
You bit down on your tongue as you felt his walls stretch around and suck you in. They were too slippery and gooey, the warmth of his sex only served to add onto it. His pussy squelched so much even from just your fingers, not to mention how his slick would drool down and leave your palms soaked. "You're so tight," You commented as you struggled to fit a third finger when attempted.
"Ngh—I, I think that's enough." K finally let out a breath he was holding back, panting slightly as he grabbed you by your forearm. His face was flushed, almost identical to the shade of his highlighted private parts. You thought it was insanely adorable and attractive at the same time, and the thought went straight to your dick once again.
You curiously brought your drenched fingers up to your face as K climbed back onto the center of your lap, hovering on his knees as he clumsily lined your cock up with his hole. He had to brace himself when he felt your thick head press against his opening, taking a few seconds to mentally prepare himself.
Meanwhile, you were tentatively sucking on your fingers in a dazed state as your eyes were solely fixated on the faint furrow of K's expressions. His essence was so, so sweet, you couldn't get enough of it. Was it normal for bodily fluids to taste so enticing?
Your frenzied sucking continued until K snapped you out of it. "Fuck, stop sucking your fingers like a child and help me!" He growled, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt from needing help.
Without putting much thought into it, you relocated your hands to K's hips before impaling K on your cock without a warning.
"Oh—fuck!" K's back arched violently as your cock stretched him out painfully despite having prepared him beforehand. For a split moment his vision flashed white and he instinctively clenched hard around your flesh.
The sudden, unfamiliar sensation around your cock caused you to throw your head back and stifle a loud moan. You understood, within an instant, why people were so keen on having sex. You were even disappointed in yourself that you hadn't bothered to experience such pleasure until this very moment.
K's talons dug painfully into your shoulder, puncturing the skin and even drawing blood. You could care no less at the moment—hell, it only ever added to your stimulation.
"You bastard," K managed to choke out after a bit, shaking like a leaf as he sat on your cock. "I—I told you to help me, not fucking try to kill me." He let out ragged breaths, leaning forward to rest his forehead in the crook of your neck.
You let out a soft moan. "I'm, I'm sorry," You stuttered, trying to formulate a proper sentence without babbling on about how sweet K's pussy tasted and felt.
K took another moment to inhale shakily before raising his hips slowly. You were unable to hold your own sounds back as your sensitive cock dragged along his slippery walls, slowly and sensually until only your tip remained inside. As if to get revenge, K slammed back down, causing your hips to jolt up. Your abrupt thrust was punctuated with an animalistic groan from your throat.
He tried his best to look unaffected, but K was also moaning and whimpering like a beast in heat. Though his talons no longer sharply dug into your flesh, they still clung onto you tightly as he began to ride you properly. "Mmgh, K—K." You bit down on your trembling lower lip.
Wet, lewd noises filled the room, along with the sound of your skins slapping against one another. Though, such background noises were mostly drowned out by yours and K's moans harmonizing together.
"Yeah?" K took a beat to answer to your calls. He leaned back slightly, angling himself into a position where your fat cock would hit his cervix with no fail every attempt. He began to moan even louder and louder, losing all shame there was left, not caring if any of the workers were to wake up because of them.
You clung onto his hips tightly, holding onto every bit of self control left in your body to not fuck up into him on your own. You knew better than anyone that you could break him easily with the sheer size of your cock and how snug his cunt was. "..I don't think I'll last longer." You whimpered out.
K let out a breathy laugh at that as he began to bounce faster, clenching his walls around you on purpose. "No matter the size, a virgin is a virgin. I haven't even been on you for a minute." He said as if he hadn't cum the moment you shoved your cock into him. Yes, he came at the very beginning, but he wouldn't dare admit to it.
"Fuuuck," Your eyelids were shut tightly together, and you barely even processed his words as you lost more of yourself with more waves of pleasure. "K, I'm sorry." You murmured in a low tone. K's initial thought was that you were apologizing for wanting to cum soon, but he was proven wron the next instant.
You tightened your grip around his hips, planting your fingertips into his plush skin before slamming him back down on your cock. He let out a choked gasp at the unexpected action. Huffing out through your nose, you began to thrust up into him at your own brutal pace.
K's vision quickly faded to white as you had managed to find his g-spot within your very first attempt, although you hadn't even tried to do so. "Holy shit—!" He soon had to cling onto your neck for support as your thrusts had his whole body jerking along with it. He desperately mewled your name as you fucked the previous attitude out of him.
"Fuck fuck fuck, right there. Don't stop, I'm—" K let out a cry as you began speeding up, "—cumming. 'M cumming," He whispered out the last part before finally losing himself, his soul nearly leaving his body at the intense orgasm. K's jaw hung open in an empty scream, choking on his silent cries as the pleasure too harsh to even emit a sound from his vocal chord.
His cunt tightened around your cock, squeezing you vigorously. K's walls milked you as you also followed suit, plunging deep inside him before dumping all of your pent up cum inside of him. The sheer amount of it was inhuman and one would either assume it's due to your rooster mutation or the fact that you hadn't ever gotten laid.
Your own pleasure blinded you for a moment—paralyzed you, even. You held K tightly, face buried against his neck as you came down from your high. He laid limp in your arms; yet to have passed out, but too exhausted to hold himself upright.
K's body leaned forward and into yours. You could hear incoherent words and moans that somehow sounded slurred as he struggled to stay conscious, body twitching from the intense orgasm. Gods, if he knew how good it felt ot be fucked in the pussy by you, he would've done it way sooner.
As you slumped against the mattress, K remained on your body. He dozed off the moment he was laid down on your figure, the only signs of his life or death status being the constant twitch of his walls enveloping your cock and the moans of your name leaving his lips.
You wished to fall asleep there and then as well, too, under the warmth of K's bare body. But you knew your duty was yet to be fulfilled when you realized you had yet to feel your cum seep out of his cunt, indicating that his pussy still had more space to be filled up.
"Breeding K.." You murmured to yourself and looked down at the ravenette sleeping atop of you. Your cock remained hard in his warmth, even twitching shamelessly as your eyes salavged the sight of the usually cranky K so peaceful and fucked out, put into his place.
You looked out the window to find the sky a tad bit lighter, indicating the sun was to come soon.
Your gaze turned back to K before you finally decided; "I'll stop once the sun is up."
"Ngh!" K jerked awake when you rolled your hips, pressing your greedy tip against his bruised cervix. "Fuck." K had underestimated you; despite losing your virginity less than a few minutes ago, you were a rooster for a reason.
..Two reasons. K managed to conclude as he found himself in a mating press by the next half an hour, once again getting his brains fucked out and pussy bred. One, that cock of yours really is that of a rooster. And two, your passion to keep your hen—as well as your coop—satisfied.