The night on the farm passed quietly for most, content in their sexual favours all being re-payed, only Belle staying out of the sex as she decided it would be best for there to be at least one person who wasn't entirely exhausted on the farm that night.
While most slept however, something strange, something truly unprecedented of on the farm was happening. Though it hasn't been shown so far, the unusual nature of it has been noted... At least in part.
For now though, we join back with Orion and Cara, the love birds, sticking to their stereotype as they're the first to wake up, though one is a little more alert than the other.
"C'mon, c'mon! I hate it when my feathers get wet!"
Her whining voice was the first thing I woke up to, accompanied oh so kindly by the tugs of her beak on my crest of feathers at my neck. I could already feel the light rain coming in from above, with one lazy eye casting upwards to note the gravid grey clouds looming above. Today would be a rainy one that was for sure.
I rolled off of the little green cutie, now quickly rewriting herself as annoying, and felt her stand up, before beginning to peck at me again. Again. And again.
Really?
I looked up at her and saw the way her cheeks were puffed out adorably, her scowl barley registering as annoyed as she was still just as sweet looking as she was the night before.
The kick in the ribs quickly dismissed that.
A groan came from me in response, my eye rolled lazily while the other enjoyed a few more precious seconds of darkness.
I stood up, finally, following her instructions to join her in the barn, so sleepy that my eyes burned whenever they were opened or closed for too long, and I didn't even question where she was taking me so long as it was as dry as she had promised. I think she promised.
As dry as I vaguely possibly remember her promising.
She was right after all, we couldn't just shake the damp out of our feathers. We either got close to a fire or a radiator, or we waited, and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of our feathers rubbing together stiffly.
Just as we got inside somewhere darker and drier and warmer, just as the girl stopped talking, and instead made herself useful laying on my back, giving me a welcome layer of warmth... Just as my eyes closed and I readied myself for a couple more hours of warm dry sleep...
She opened her fucking beak again.
"Belle!" She squawked, and for a moment I was preparing to tell her to fuck the fire bell and take our chances on the soft bedroll.
Then I heard another voice, one deeper and rich with both attitude... And annoyance.