Bring feed to the chickens

Savannah walked out the front door and marched towards the red barn, Hilda following close behind. The noblewoman's pale skin contrasted heavily with the golden brown of her new mistress, making her look and feel more like one of the piglets crying for food elsewhere on the farm. She knew that her new boss had barely enough clothes for herself, much less her charity case of an employee. Besides, feeling like a dirty, squealing piglet wasn't so bad, right?

Savannah opened the wooden gate leading to the chicken coop, where several of the birds were already awake and pecking at the ground. "This is an easy one." She said, picking up a sack of seeds. "Just toss these out to the chickens. Don't worry about the others, they'll be around shortly when they hear the bag opening." Hilda nodded, taking the bulky bag in her arms. Savannah continued. "I'm going to collect the eggs from inside while you work. I'll let you know when to stop."

"You got it, ma'am." Hilda smiled and grabbed a fistful of seed from the sack. Sure enough, the chickens on the ground heard the sound of their food and soon had the hapless woman surrounded. Startled, Hilda dropped the seed from her fist and watched as the chickens clustered together to fill their beaks. She chuckled at the touch of their feather on her bare ankles. Savannah rolled her eyes and headed into the coop as the rest of the chickens flocked to Hilda.

Hilda flung more and more seed into the air, delighting in the frantic movements of the chickens around her legs. It brought back memories of her childhood when she would visit the keep's hatchery. Her family hadn't kept chickens in those days, or really anything you'd find on proper farmland. Instead they had pigeons, peacocks (a ridiculous name that Hilda still couldn't say without bursting into laughter), and the exceedingly rare Flustral Bird. It had been a towering creature of almost 8 meters tall, with resplendent blue wings and muscular legs which could kick straight through even iron armor. Hilda had always dreamed of riding him into the sunset, and as an adult still had fantasies of doing so without the barrier of clothing between her and the beast's soft, downy feathers. All that to say, Hilda felt just like a little girl again feeding the farm's flock.

Still, there was one bird Savannah had neglected to mention. On the fence post just behind Hilda stood the rooster, looking standoffish at the rest of the chickens pecking the ground. The rooster was as stubborn as they come, and didn't like there being a new human around doing the farmer's job. So he'd come up with an idea befitting a nasty cock. He leaned forward and grabbed a strand of the naked woman's hair in his beak, so subtly that she didn't even notice. If he'd had lips, they'd be curling up in malicious joy. But instead, he jumped off the fence post and dragged Hilda's hair with him.

Hilda was sent into a somersault as her head was pulled to the ground. Her butt kicked up a cloud of fresh dust and the bag of feed she'd been holding tightly dumped its contents right on top of her. Her most intimate parts, both lower and higher, were covered with chicken feed. What's more, the rooster was mean enough to shove her head into a water bucket right beside her, soaking her hair and shielding her eyes and ears from everything else. Hilda's muffled yelling couldn't escape the confines of her bucket, so she reached up to try and pry it off.

The chickens, however, had another idea.