Fun at Windfeather Ranch
Thanks to Kreldin for editing this a bit, this was made for a good friend for his birthday! Chocobos belong to SquareEnix, obviously.
The sun was starting to set on Windfeather ranch, a locally known, and highly recommended, ranch and stable. Here, a few furres made a simple living raising, training, cleaning, and renting chocobos. Set on the outskirts of town, where the sounds and smells of such an operation wouldn't disturb the peace for those making a living off of adventurers. The whole town in fact, had been known to be quite a trap for those looking to spend money on supplies, everything from healing tonics to weaponry and armor. However, when anyone had ever wanted to leave to head on with their lives, they'd always come to the stable. It looked simple, like any good ranch should, made of unpainted woods that have been painstakingly nailed together by the owners, and with a large pasture for the chocobos to roam when they wanted, it provided the children of the town something to watch, other than the clouds, to pass the time.
One man owned the ranch himself, and lived there, sleeping there every night within a small little room hidden away within. Known as Otto, he was a finely toned, white-furred rat. What muscle that showed was from years of farm-work, though he always seemed to have an odd air about him, one that the other three major workers never seemed to understand. What little they did know, is that he was constantly around the chocobos whenever he was able to, only rarely leaving them to make sure he had plenty of food for the large birds and those who worked at the ranch. He was always loving to the birds, as he treated them like his children, grooming them, talking to them more than he spoke to any other person. Otto always had strong feelings towards his birds, and soon, he'd have a new story that he'd be keeping to himself.
While the other farmhands had left for the night, returning home to their families, Otto was left to his own devices, having fed all the chocobos that had been in their stables. Now and again, there's be a few missing, rented out to the adventurers who had been too lazy, themselves, to walk or run. A sharp knocking came from a large door on the far side of the stable and the tall rat twitches his ears at the sound and grinned happily. He was always excited to hear that, and he quickly came to the barn doors, quickly opening one of the big wooden doors, his eyes widening at the sight.
Behind the door, a large, yellow chocobo stood, staring down at his owner with a happy gaze. Within moments, the bird moved around Otto with a fluid motion, the rat's eyes staying fixed on the bird's flanks as the muscle beneath moved fluidly. His ears twitched as he came to the far stall, looking back to the biped with a soft chirp. Otto quickly came over to the bird, getting him a feed bag and gently placing it on his head as he smiled warmly, knowing that the chocobo was here to get cleaned up after his recent run.
After unsaddling the large steed, the rat got out a large cloth and brush, pumping a nearby spigot to soak down the cleaning cloth and applying a small mixture of herbs and spices to provide a nice scent to the soaked cloth. With long, wide strokes, the rat started to clean off the chocobo's feathers, the bird's head turning to watch the rat clean him of the filth that managed to get stuck under his saddle, the once murky-yellow feathers of the bird became a more brilliant yellow. While the rat had aspirations to eventually breed him a golden chocobo, this yellow one was his most trusted bird, and he was always happy to see him come home after a job well done. The chocobo had continued to munch away at his food for a few minutes, and after the rat had cleaned him up to a nice shine, giving him the nice glossy look that he adored, he pulled the empty feed bag off the bird's beak, gently hanging it off the side of the shower-stall.
He started to slowly pet along the bird's neck after a moment, the steed letting out a soft warble as he felt the rat's fingers teasing against him. Otter's eyes glanced down along the chocobo's body, his tail feathers slowly rising up as his eyes came to them. The rat's pulse quickened for a moment, not knowing if it was a sign from his favorite steed. He glanced back up to the chocobo's face, and as he seemed to nod and motion back, the rat soon slipping back behind the bird to glance down at him. As he looked under those feathers, he found the chocobo's tailhole to be clenching at the air, pink and warm looking, so inviting to the rat. The warble that come from the bird made his attention snap up to his face, the rat's cheeks turning pink as he noticed the bird's tongue flickering out and licking the air once.
Otto wasn't one to second-guess what the chocobo was up to, or really how he knew such depraved acts. Maybe, the rat thought for a moment, he was simply losing his mind, imposing his own will on the features of the bird, but as the avian chirped softly and raised his hips, the rat decided that he didn't care enough to second-guess himself. He slowly lowered his body, starting to rub softly at the bird's haunches and leaning his head in, taking in a deep breath through his nose. A sharp, dirty scent flooded his senses instantly, making the rat's tail whip about suddenly, the scent catching him off-guard. A musky, strong, male scent nearly knocked him to the ground, the mixture of pheromones and natural filth that sent the rat reeling back.
Gasping for breath, Otto leaned in again, holding his breath for a few moments before his nose touched under those tail feathers, his tongue sliding out and touching lightly against that pink, clenching hole. Otto gasped for breath after a few moments, that scent from the chocobo making him grip onto his flanks tightly, whimpering deeply in pleasure while his tongue slithered across the dirty tailhole, starting to slowly swipe across the pink, sensitive flesh and work away the filth that had accumulated there. Small, foul flecks sticking to his tongue that the rat put off in his mind as just dirt. The steed Otto had been cleaning was now chirping happily, his talons dragging across the straw-covered ground of the stable, digging through it as his tailhole clenched and tried to grip onto the rat's tongue, the chocobo wanting it inside his tunnel.
The rat's small tongue started to trail down however, starting to lick over where the chocobo's taint remained hidden, his ropey tail slowly twitching and curling back and forth as he gathered up the natural scent there, his nostrils now burning with the chocobo's strong, musky scent. It got harder for the white-furred male to breathe, and as his tongue continued to trail down, he suddenly felt two wide, hidden lumps under the steed's feathers. Otto's eyes slowly widened, and he was rather worried for a few moments before realizing that the chocobo's testicles were hidden there. With long, slow swipes of his tongue, he started to bathe them, a stronger scent beginning to flood his senses, his eyes watering from just how powerful the chocobo's musk was. Mere inches away from his slow-moving muzzle, the chocobo's shaft began to grow into the cool, night air of the stables. One of the rat's hands came up, gently rubbing two of his fingers along the urethral tube of the stallions maleness, each touch making a thick, viscous drop of precum flow to the tip of the bird's length, then slide down to the rodent's digits.
Hesitantly, the rodent started to slowly pull his fingers, and lips, away from the bird. Taking a look at his slickened digits, he saw the steed's precum, slightly slick and sticky all at once, small strings of the preseed clinging to his fingers as he brought them to his mouth. With a slow suckle, and a lewd, noisy slurp, he cleaned off his fingers, blushing deeply at the flavor. The taste was strong, clinging to his tongue and not letting go any time soon, the flavor almost earthy in the rat's mouth. His tail lashed around quickly for a moment as he savored the odd flavor that hung in his mouth. With a lick of his lips, he leaned his head under the bird's body, starting to slowly wrap his lips around the steed's shaft, starting to suckle at the tapered length and drink straight from the tap. The flavor of the chocobo's length was so strong, it makes his eyes wrench shut, a small tear escaping his mouth as he tasted the unwashed, feral piece of cock flesh. His heart pounded hard in his ears, and he felt his sheath stirring, his own length starting to slowly pulse to life.
Suddenly, Otto was pushed off-balance, the chocobo's foot having swiftly planted itself against the white fur of the rodent, and he pushed him down to the ground, pushing him into the straw of the stable's floor. The first thing the rat noticed about the chocobo's taloned foot is that it was grimy, filthy, from his recent run, and as he's pushed into the ground, he couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. He never imagined this was how it would feel to be under the foot of one of his stallions, and as those claws gently pressed into his flesh, the rat groaned out again, his length fully hardened and pulsing, precum oozing out from his tip and onto his belly. The chocobo's eyes seemed to glimmer, and he added a little weight onto the rat's torso, making him gasp and moan out once more, his eyes closing as he started to softly struggle, fearful of the chocobo and his apparent crush-lust. However, the chocobo didn't harm the rat, instead lifting his talons from the rat's pelt.
In the wake of the bird's foot, a green-black stamp of the talons stuck to the rat's fur, reeking of mud, hay, piss, and the chocobo's powerful, masculine scent. The feral bird chirps and tilts his head down, seeming to sniff at the mark he's left in the rat's fur before pulling his head away, appearing to cringe before letting a sudden, loud wark. He scoots over to the side, and used his other foot to push down on the rat's groin, trapping his throbbing dick between his talons. The strong scented, gunky foot pushed down harder into the rat's groin, making the anthro moan out in bliss. The heat of those talons melted through the rat's fur and flesh, making his body feel exceedingly warm to his core. The chocobo's toes curl, smearing some of that natural filth across Otto's length, small rolls of black-green mud and dirt clinging to his shaft, another hot spurt of precum squirting from his cock tip.
A glance from the chocobo's eyes makes the rat think that he might have done this before to a lonely adventurer once or twice, but the thought quickly passes through his mind as he starts to groan in pleasure, the chocobo now using the rat's new-found fetish to his advantage, starting to slowly stroke and squeeze at the rat's meat, squeezing the cock head between his talons and making his talons even messier with the rat's precum. A large drop of the chocobo's own precum fell right onto the rat's belly, splattering hard enough that it splashed away a little bit of the foot-filth that had been trapped in the rat's fur. The bird's length was throbbing and jerking about as he stroked the rat's manhood, becoming quite aroused at the sight of his owner being so helpless under his weight. The large avian leaned forward, adding more of his weight to the rat's groin, softly crushing the rat's dick against his pelvis, making him gasp and whine out nervously before the foot was lifted away, quickly stomping down into the rat's chest and making him cry out.
The rat's eyes went wide as he thought the chocobo was about to crush his chest in, but as he felt those talons lovingly press down and squeeze at his flesh, he smiled a bit. The strong, bitter scent of the chocobo's foot was so close to his head, he couldn't get a single breath of fresh air at this point, but he was too far gone in his lust to care. One of his own feet came up, the rat stretching up his leg until his toes teased along his feathered stallion's dick, watching the shaft bounce at the first tickle of his toes, only to push up and realize just how heavy that breeding meat was. The rat's toes were considerably cleaner than the bird's, and he left no trace of his stroking against the bird's throbbing, pink flesh. Back and forth, he stroked along the chocobo's heavy tool, milking out more precum to mark his belly, squeezing at the urethra again before slowly stroking back to tease at the lumps near the base of his shaft. The rat's back arched, the chocobo's foot running harder against his dick once again, squeezing and pulling along the needy tool. A moan of pleasure grows louder from the rodent, his dick starting to twitch as he came closer and closer towards orgasm.
The chocobo's talons grip down on the rat's dick one more time, making a tight seal around Otto's cock, and before long, he's starting to quickly thrust his hips up into the gap between the bird's talons, his eyes wrenching shut as his orbs bounce quickly. His breathing is quickly growing erratic, and his paws grab large fist-fulls of straw. His muzzle opens wide, and he lets out a sharp cry of pleasure, the chocobo's foot quickly lifting and shoving a digit of his filthy foot into the rat's mouth. The taste is sour and bitter all at once, a gunky flavor crossing the rat's tongue as he breathes raggedly. His hips pump upwards, and within moments, his dick is throbbing, twitching, squirting thin ribbons of his lust across the front of his body, just barely missing the chocobo's foot claws as he releases his pleasure. His tongue curls around the chocobo's talon a few times, gathering thick balls of nasty, bitter filth onto the wet organ. The nastiness has an odd, sticky, and fuzzy texture all at once, his throat clenching as he gags a few times at the flavor.
As Otto was coming down from his orgasm, the chocobo seemed to get a wicked smirk, lifting his talons off the foot-stamped rat, slowly straddling his chest and slightly grinding his needy dick forward, the hot, heavy piece of meat throbbing and leaking precum as he did. Each thrust made him shudder and groan as the rat's fur tickled the chocobo's length perfectly, causing more precum to fall off his cock head, dripping onto Otto's face and marking his cheeks with slimy, warm preseed. Otto's lips parted at last, and the chocobo's length funneled into his owner's mouth, pushing deep into his warm, wet muzzle. The rat's eyes opened a bit wider, his chocobo's familiar flavor flooding through his mouth as hot precum leaked into his throat. His ropey tail flicked back and forth quickly as the chocobo started to fuck his mouth with little regard to the anthro's comfort, diving into his throat time and time again. The overwhelming pleasure of the throat-fuck making the large bird moan and chirp with pleasure, his tail feathers lifting up quickly.
Then, all at once, the chocobo's pleasure spilled over, his dick ramming deep into the rodent's throat, pulsing and spurting thick, gag-inducing cum into the anthro's throat, pushing wave after hot wave of feral, virile seed into the rodent's gut, his tail feathers twitching and fanning out as his hips continued to rock forward. The rat's throat clenched and gripped, pushing and milking along the thick chocobo dick, trying to milk it of all of it's seed. The wet, fleshy tube that the chocobo had plowed into did more than enough to get him off, causing him to pour more and more seed into his owner's gut, making his belly feel heavy with his cum. Each wave of seed managed to slightly backwash into Otto's mouth, the bitter fluids making him gag even harder around the chocobo's length.
At last, the chocobo pulled away from Otto's muzzle, the rodent having a glazed look about his eyes, half-passed out from the chocobo's orgasm. That throbbing, pink cock twitched harder than before, letting out a few last hot globs of cum onto the white rat's pelt, staining him with his scent and marking him as the bird's. The rat's body shivered and shuddered subconsciously, and his tail flickered a little bit more before the bird slowly settled down next to his new 'mate' and draped a wing over the rat, letting him rest and recover. When the rat finally became conscious enough to realize what had happened, it was nearly two in the morning, and he slowly cuddled closer to the large bird, looking across those yellow feathers for a moment before burying his face into them. He starting to drift off once more, the owner all too happy to sleep with his favorite chocobo, letting out a happy sigh as he relaxed, a quiet coo coming from the bird in response as the two slept through the night together.