The Chicken Coop

The familiar sound of chatting chickens is music to your ears, but as you approach the Egg Collection Pen you feel that the the melody of it is a little off today. You can hear a simmering fervor to it, as if it’s underpinned with sense of worry or dread.

“Girls?” you say as you open step into the pen. The half dozen chicken girls’ heads swivel towards you and you immediately see something is wrong. They’re ruffled. Or they’ve been ruffled. Their usually smooth feathers are unkept and wild looking. Sometimes they would look a bit like that after you gave them a good clucking fucking, but you have only just arrived. They are also sitting a lot closer together than usual, with Bibbi and Bobbin practically wrapped up together. What is most apparent is the anxiety on all of their expressions. Their trembling beaks and watery eyes have you immediately on edge but also urge in you a need to care and comfort them.

Bibbi seems the worst off, her usually neat crest extra droopy and the feathers along her neck looking frazzled. Her dishevelment is… kind of sexy to be honest… but she was obviously upset. The girls all look a little puffy around the eyes like they have been crying.

“What happened?” you ask, perhaps a bit too firmly as the chicken girl instinctively shy back at the volume of your voice, but Bibbi reaches out a wing to you.

“Last...last night…” she begins, a little hoarse through her trembling voice. “A… a fox got in… last night…”

Your fists immediately clench and you rush forward to join the huddle of warm feathers. The girls all coo softly as you stroke them, a small wave of relief washing over them with your presence. You check their feathers, running fingers through their silky softness and check their skin to make sure they’re not injured. They don’t seem to be.

“A fox?” you say, trying to process this information while comforting the girls who instinctively want to seek comfort in the thing between your legs. There’s an odd sort of tense arousal in the air. Gothel (the one with a bright neon pink crest, studded with small blue gems) is already stroking your erection as she squeezes in next to Bibbi who you are trying to talk to.

“The fox… she...she… she snuck into the hen house before dawn… and… she… she wanted our eggs…” explains Bibbi while you caress her cheek and try to smooth out the feathers along her slender neck. You nod and let out a sigh, Gothel’s grip firming around your firm shaft as she works you. More feathery hands are moving over your naked body, which is a little tickly but also feels amazing. You’re not even sure whose hands are where, but you feel downy bodies pressing up needily around you. Soft hands and tits smoosh into your back and you try to focus on Bibbi’s words. You also want to kiss Gothel for the wonderful work she is doing on your cock but she’s starting to nuzzle Bibbi’s chin in a tag-team comfort-cuddle to the young, big titted chicken. “That fox… that fox ... she … she was sneaky… and crept into our nests and… worked us while we slept… when I woke up she was already wrist deep… inside me...”

You blinked at the story… you weren’t sure if you were meant to be feeling mad… intellectually you knew you should be mad… but right now you just wanted to hear more of this story… Gothel turned and looked at you with her sultry gaze, those purple feathers around her eyes fluttering.

“That fox had already gone through three of us by the time she got to Bibbi,” said Gothel, now jerking you faster in her velvety grip. You realised now that you could smell them. There was a distinctly pleasant warm dampness around you that you recogonized was that same smell the chicken coop had after a day’s work with you. Every chicken’s crotch feathers would be soaked from all of their natural lubricants… their juices as they came and laid eggs.

“She was ...looking me in the eyes… her eyes… like diamonds… as she… made me… I was already so wet… she got me so hot… so close… she made me cum… I came all over her hand… she took the egg straight out… stole it...” Bibbi was getting breathless from her own recollections, and then you felt a familiar warm wetness against the tip of your cock. You looked down and saw that Bibbi’s pussy was lined up for you now. Gothel had somehow manuevered the girl into position, basically seating the younger chicken in her lap, and she is still stroking you. Obviously she knows Bibbi needs some deep comforting and you nod to Gothel as she helps lift Bibbi into your lap, thighs spreading for you as her well greased hole is basically slipped over your cock. The welcoming weight and heat of her engulfs your equally hot rod and Bibbi draw her head back, cooing sweetly as you fill her. Her sisters coo lustful in solidarity, their feathery caress still surrounding you, suffocating you with delicate sensations which contrast nicely with the heavy feeling around your engorged stiffness.

“How did this fox get...in?” you grunt as you thrust into Bibbi’s tight wet cunt. Despite the surprise fisting she described she had received this morning it’s still as wonderfully cramped inside her walls as it always is.

“We don’t know… we were all a little bit flustered… exhausted… after she plunderd all of us…” explains Gothel breathily, playing with herself as she watches you fuck Bibbi as much as she rides you. You nod understandingly and smile to Bibbi as you feel her feathery arm swipe across your forehead. She’s wiping the sweat from your brow and you kiss her soft beak as thanks. Her eyes squeeze shut and she clucks against your lips, and you feel her clench around her cock. The fox must have really warmed the girls up… You grit your teeth as Bibbi cums on in your cock, her cunt squeezing you, pumping you needily, but you’re not quite ready to give it up to her yet despite really wanting to. Dumping a hot load in Bibbi and seeing her eyes roll back as she feels you fill her up is one of your favorite things, but just seeing her writhe and watching her boobs jiggle as she climaxes is a pleasant consolation. She flops backwards, falling into a sea of soft feathers and soft tits. Your cock slips out of her oozing pussy, slapping wetly back onto your pelvis, but Gothel doesn’t let it lie for long. She’s already holding it firmly by the base and tries to clamber onto you but you have other ideas.

You manage to pry yourself from the chickens clinging to your back, which was easy enough with many of the currently ‘unattended’ sister deciding to comfort each other while they wait for their turn with you. You push Gothel onto her back and down into the wet hay. She obviously doesn’t mind and pulls your neck down to taste your mouth.

“The fox took all of the eggs?” you ask Gothel as you position yourself over her, lining up your hips with her wider ones. She directs your hard wet dick to her aching cunt before she answers.

“Yes…” she moans as you feed your thickness into her. “She took all of our eggs… we won’t be able to deliver today…” she finishes her thought and buries her face into your shoulder. She’s shaking with pleasure and you feel her walls twitch around you just feeling you plugging her.

“That’s okay,” you assure the shivering chicken. “Are you alright?” you pull back slightly, both with your cock and so that you can see Gothel’s face. She nods and smiles.

“A little shock… we’re all just a bit rattled... but it’s not the first time something like this has happened...fuck me please…” she adds, her hands gripping your waist and urging you move them. You start thrusting and she purrs in her throat.

“I’ll do something about it,” you promise, focusing on Gothel’s beak biting expressions as you plunge your cock into her deeply wet cunt. “And… I’m gonna cum in you first…” You intend to keep all of your promises, especially this one. Gothel can only nod now, clucking a little from excitement as she does with prospect of you filling her recent vacancy with your hot load. Her tensing cunt is like a tightening silk sleeve and you feel her thigh feathers are drenched. The sapphic sounds surrounding you as the other chickens work each other to orgasm pushes you to your first of the work day.

“Cluck yes! AHhh! Cum in me! BAWK!” Gothel cries as you unload your first round into her egg hole. Your throbbing cock makes her crescendo and she shudders. Gothel’s pussy milks you. You pump her. Your loads are so bigs now, and you sense yourself giving her a bit extra to help fill the needy void she has. You need to take deep breaths as you spurt inside her feathery cunt, her eyes flutter open, wide with awe as you overflow. Tension leaves your shoulders and you slump over the satisfied chicken, her tits on your chest and her feathery fingers (and probably some others’) caressing your back. “So much cum for me…” Gothel notes lovingly by your ear. She nips at your earlobe with a tender beak and as your strength returns you push yourself up with your arms. You both look down at where your crotches meet which is a bit of a gooey mess.

“I’m next,” another voice chirps in your other ear, and you turn to see Bobbin’s bright shiny smile. She simply lays down next to Gothel, a space somehow opening up for the more matronly of the group. Licking her beak as she watches you draw your cum covered cock out of Gothel you can see the excitement from the rise and fall of her ample chest. Your drag your stiff, still dripping cock over their feathered thighs, drawing a line from Gothel’s pussy to Bobbin’s. She happily accepts you, drenched in your cum and Gothel’s juices. It’s almost like lube, not that the chicken slut needs it. She takes your cock and you’re already firming up to full hardness again, her well trained egg pushing muscles massaging the life back into you so that she can drain it out of you again.

It’s going to be like this for a while at least, as you console each molested chicken to make sure she’s okay. Being a farmer isn’t just about getting produce from the animals, it’s about making sure of their well being too. And you spend a good chunk of it maintaining the wellbeings of the hens.