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All the hens in the barnyard gathered around the chicken coop. Many of the delectable birds wanted to get a peek at the rooster as he took his morning bath.

The handsome red and green rooster sat in his washtub as two of his daughters worked together in scrubbing him down, washing away the dirt, grime, ticks and body fluids that had collected. He got the attention of one daughter. When she looked up, he gestured down with a smirk forming across his beak.

The young white hen blushed then rolled her eyes up as she took to the job of scrubbing Daddy's main source of income.

The other daughter, hatched from the same clutch as her twin, let out a sigh of relief. He heard that.

"Psst!" He hissed at her smugly before lifting his right foot from the soapy water.

She groaned before she started scrubbing his foot, made sure to get inbetween his toes, under his nails, then did the same when he gave her the other one.

Outside, the hens all waited for him to finish his bath. At the front of the line, a pretty, plain, brown hen awaited. Her thick, juicy thighs clinched together as she waited. Moisture dripped from between her legs.

All the hens' tailfeathers stuck up in unison when they heard him climb out of the tub.

He chuckled while his daughters dried his feathers. He could hear the excited hens outside clucking back and forth with one another in sheer anticipation for his cock.

He pecked one of his daughters, "Let the first one in, Rae, then you an' your sister can go."

Rachel, the daughter who'd been honored to scrub his manhood nodded. "Yes, Pa." She hurried to fetch the first hen, then she and her sister beat a hasty retreat as their father groped the pretty brown chicken who stood before him.

She blushed as he fingered her cloaca in clear view of some of the other hens waiting for their turns.

He preened her neck, "Mmm, the first ticket of the day, what's your name?"

She gulped, "I'm Helen."

"Helen..." He wrote her name dutifully on the check-in list by the door leading into his private love nest. "Step inside please." He held the curtain open for her.

She stepped in and he followed quickly. He grinned at the chorus of disappointed cries he heard once the girls realized they wouldn't get to watch him perform.

Inside, he instructed Helen to crawl on all fours like a dog then lift her tail for him.

She shivered at being ordered by such a barnyard casanova. She got down on hands and knees; her scaly limbs sank into the many plush pillows that covered the floor in this room. She stopped, flagged her tailfeathers up for the rooster.

He licked his beak and stroked his cock. He crawled up behind her then, with no preamble, he mounted her like a wild dog; he thrust hard inside her tight cloaca. She cried out once he went to work, making eggs for the farm, making money to support himself, his hens and his offspring.

...

As one rooster worked hard to make his income, another younger rooster sat up in the farmhouse. He was a red and green, just like his father. He had a piece of white cloth over his right eye. He calmly rocked the restless pup in his arms while he looked out the window at his father's base of operations.

A female border collie walked in with a baby bottle.

He looked up and smiled, "Here's your little one, Amber."

She smiled as she took her son from the young rooster. "Thank you, Denny."

He watched her give the bottle of juice to her pup. "He's startin' to look more like his dad everyday."

She nodded, "Thank you... I do hope Tom's doin' okay. I know things over there can be dangerous."

Denny pulled his legs up onto the small wooden chair he'd been sitting on. "Well, that's what it's like when you're a marine, ain't it? Can never expect a quiet day out there, can you?"

She shook her head while her puppy suckled, "No we can't, but I pray for him every chance I get. And you? Are things any better with your dad?"

He shook his head, "You know they're not. Just like bein' a soldier, there're a few things you can expect from bein' a rooster. He gets jealous with other men musclin' in on his territory an' on his hens. Nothin' ya can do about it." He rubbed the white cloth that covered his damaged eye, "I know it all too well now."

She lifted the cloth to see. "I think it makes you look cooler anyway."

He smiled, "Thanks."

He looked outside again.

That brown hen he saw earlier walked out of the coop, weary and knock-kneed. He laughed to himself. His dad had done quite the number on her. His expression changed when he saw the rooster step out to greet his flock.

...

His mind flashed back to the week before.

His father had already been on his back about him moving out, getting a job, finding his own place to settle. He'd just turned 20. He had graduated from high school but hadn't moved anywhere since. He still stuck around the hen house where he'd hatched and flirted openly with the hens who lived there.

He usually never went beyond groping and flirting, though. He thought if he just sat around and made sure not to touch anyone while his dad was about, he'd be able to stay.

One Saturday night, he'd been out with some other friends from around the barnyard, drinking beer, joyriding, urinating in the neighbors' cornfields... the stuff that young, dumb people like him did when drunk.

They got pulled over. He and a friend were allowed to walk home while his other friend wound up in the clink for driving drunk.

He made it home... right when a hen had been waiting to see his dad for a little late-night mating. He knew his dad, despite being the horniest rooster this side of the west, was also a heavy sleeper. But... it would have been a shame to let such a pretty, black hen go back to the hen house unfulfilled.

His cock did all the thinking for his beer-addled mind at that point.

The next time he gathered his thoughts, he was in a dark room, surrounded by pillows with a tight, pulsing hen pussy on his virgin cock. Rather than think on how he got here, he gripped the black hen's hips as she rode him, then thrust up in her.

From how out of breath she was, she'd probably been at it awhile. He leaned his head up and he preened her plush, downy plumage. He could smell the sweat coming from her. Oh she smelled so good to him, so delicious.

She climaxed and her cloaca clinched his cock.

He crowed loudly and he shot his first fertile load deep inside this young hen.

She fell forward on top of the new rooster, content to let him breed her. And he did, for a solid three extra rounds.

On his last, loudest orgasm, he realized where he had been... and what he had done.

His old man burst into the love nest in a jealous rage. He saw his son in the nest with the young, black hen he'd had his eye on. Everything was a feathery blur after that.

Denny found himself forced out of the coop where he'd been conceived by the very cock that bred him. He was then forbidden from coming around his father, nor even around the hen house to see his mother. To add injury to this insult, his father kicked him square in the face. Those razor sharp talons on his father's foot punctured his eyeball and left him in searing, screaming pain that woke the family who lived in the farmhouse.

Now the half-blinded 20 year-old rooster honestly only blamed himself for where he was. His father was right. He was full-grown now. He needed to move on and make his own living. But, he was still here. The missus had insisted he stay so she could make sure his wound never festered.

"Denny?"

He snapped back from the past then looked up.

Amber petted him on his cock's comb. "You went quiet just now. Bad memories?"

He nodded, "Some bad, some not as bad." He saw the hen from that night.

That black hen he bred, he'd seen her look up at him a few times since then. He didn't know if his seed had made eggs in her, but she was his first. She felt so good.

Amber still petted him while her pup slept. "I don't want ya to dwell too much on the past. That can only leave you feelin' sorry for yourself." She kissed him, then walked out with her puppy.

Denny sighed when she was gone. She was right. He shouldn't think too much about what happened and try to move on.

...

He woke up around noon after dozing off. He tried to get up. It was no good. His whole rear was numb from sitting, who knew how long on this hard chair. He yawned. Then, his ears picked up an odd sound coming from down the hall.

It was a low hum like fluorescent light bulbs.

He waited until he had feeling back in his legs then got up. He stepped out into the hallway. Now he could hear it more clearly. No longer the calm drone of a light bulb, now the sound came to him as an angry bumblebee. He thought he also heard someone whimpering. The sound came from a half-opened door at the opposite end of the hall from the guest room he'd been staying in. It was the bedroom belonging to the lady of the house. He blushed once he realized what those sounds were. At that point if he pushed forward, he could only blame himself. He shrugged, "Oh well, I'm already out here."

He crept quietly. He knew exactly what it would look like if someone were to walk in on him peeping on Amber's mom. The woman had invited him to stay while he got better for crying out loud, now he'd thank her by invading her privacy. Stupid, horny, bird brain, he scolded himself.

He peeked inside and... there she was. The mature border collie lay upon her back, whimpering with need. She was buck naked, spread with her wet, bushy, 48 year-old cunt unknowingly displayed for the young cock fighting the erection in his pants.

In her left paw, she stuffed a thick, chrome, plastic vibrator inside herself. Her right paw mangled and squeezed her mature tits. Denny tried to back out, but the door creaked.

The missus heard him and sat up. "Denny! I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

Sweat poured down from his fleshy, red comb as he tried to explain himself. "Uh no, Mrs. Harrison, I wasn't asleep, I was jus'... walkin' by. Thought you were havin' a heart attack or..."

She didn't buy it. "You just wanted see me didn't you, you naughty clucker." She looked at him, though he couldn't tell whether she was upset or sizing him up. "Well, ya got th' preview, honey. Might as well give ya the whole show, come on." The widowed farmer beckoned her young houseguest inside.

Against all better judgement... who was he kidding? He was a rooster, he had no good judgement. He stepped in and closed the door.

Mrs. Harrison helped Denny out of his pants then pulled him on top of her. She admired his lengthy shaft once she saw it nestled in her belly fur. "Oh yeah, you're hung like your daddy."

He gulped, "You've been with my dad?"

She giggled, "When we were both younger, before I met my husband, me an' your pa used to fool around... a lot."

Somehow that did not surprise Denny. "Really?"

She held him and his cock twitched in her grasp, squirted a small glob of pre in her palm. "Mmm, looks like you're ready to go so why not jus' go wit it." She licked his seed from her paw.

He took the hint and after pulling back a bit, he pushed then he was in her.

...

Meanwhile, someone had knocked at the front door of the little, two-story farmhouse. Amber answered, "Oh... hi there, Chazz."

Denny's father, the top rooster of the farmyard smiled as he stood, dressed in his Sunday best. "Mornin', Ms. Harrison. It's Sunday, I've done my uh... business for the farm, an' I was jus' droppin' in to collect my bi-weekly paycheck from yer ma."

"Oh, I didn't realize another two weeks had gone by. Time just flies, don't it?" She smiled back. "Uh, I think Ma's still sleepin', though. She was moanin' somethin' awful bad last time I walked by her room."

Chazz showed genuine concern then, "Oh, well I hope it ain't nothin' serious. Ya know my own pa caught him a case o' that pneumonia in his old age. If it ain't too much of a bother, I could check her for ya."

She kept a straight face, "No, that wouldn't be necessary. I wouldn't want you to catch whatever she's got. Not when you're such a big money maker for us..."

She felt it best not to tell him that some batches of eggs from hens he'd bred with had come back unfertilized. He was already starting to show some grey in his feathers, it would stand to reason he'd start to lose some of that potency after all of these years.

Chazz chuckled at her showing such concern for (in his mind) his well-earned status as this farm's breadwinner, what with her own dad passed on and all. "It's awful kind o' ya to be thinkin' of me like that, Amber, but I can take care of myself." He pushed passed her and walked in like he was owned the house. "Your ma's room is upstairs right?"

Amber tried to stop him... then decided it'd be more interesting to just watch.

...

Right when his father began the trek upstairs was when Denny found himself thrown onto his back.

Amber's Mom straddled the young rooster and continued to ride his healthy cock, even as his first batch dripped from her motherly snatch.

For his part, Denny could mostly just watch and receive from the pretty, domineering farmer's widow mounted on his breeding stock like some kind of sexy cowgirl. He laughed while her tits jiggled right to left, up and down, forward then back. He enjoyed how firm they felt compared to a hen's downy plumage.

She leaned over him and whimpered plaintively into his ear as she rapidly approached another orgasm.

Denny moved his scaly, bird hands from her breasts to her back and he held her closer. He preened her neck and continued to thrust in her as he reached a second climax.

The collie hit hers at the same time as he added another hot batch to her womb. She kissed him on his cheek while the rest of his body went stock still.

"Mrs. Harrison? It's me, Chazz. Are ya alright?" Both heard his father's voice before the doorknob on her bedroom door started to turn.

...

Chazz had already smelled the familiar scent of another... rooster before he picked up the smell of canine heat. In his youth, he'd had his own couple run ins with some mammalian girls who wanted to be adventurous and take a bird dick for a spin. His horny bird brain always did the thinking for him.

Incensed but also intrigued, he put his hand on the doorknob then listened closely to the hushed moans inside. He recognized the female as his boss, the lovely Mrs. Katherine Harrison. The male's voice... was definitely another rooster, but he'd always been such a jealous guy he hardly even spoke with other roosters. He certainly sounded like a young cockerel though.

Of course, that jealous, territorial side of him had to see this other rooster. "Mrs. Harrison? It's me, Chazz. Are ya alright?" He didn't wait for an answer. He turned the knob and opened the door. Both his temper and his prick rose when he saw what was inside.

On the bed, he saw his beautiful employer, naked on top of his son he'd just kicked out of the hen house. His feathers ruffled and grumbled, "You! I thought I told ya to get out o' here!"

Denny gulped, "Dad, I couldn't go... Mrs. Harrison insisted I stay so she could take care o' me."

She sat up on top of him, still winded from the orgasm she'd just endured, "That's right, Chazz, and y'all ain't got no right to yell at my houseguests."

Chazz's face turned flash with anger. "Your houseguest done got one o' my hens knocked up!"

Denny felt some pride at that. His first hen and he got her on his first shot. That's some good egg-making there. "I think ya should be proud, Daddy." He taunted his father. "I was still a virgin before last week."

Chazz huffed, "Still don't give ya no right to sleep with my hens in my house, takin' away my business.

Mrs. Harrison fetched her robe then stood up on wobbly legs. "It was only one hen, and from my understandin' it was her first time, too. I say it was better to get her first eggs from someone her own age, instead o' some old pecker. No offense, but you ain't no spring chicken no more, Chazz, Denny here is the only son o' yours who's stuck around after growin' up; ya need someone to take your place when ya retire don't ya?"

Chazz huffed again, "You're right." Reluctantly, he looked at his son. Only then did he notice the eyepatch his son wore. "Sorry about the eye."

Denny shrugged it off, "Oh it's alright, you only made me look more handsome for the hens."

Chazz sighed. He couldn't stay mad it his own flesh and blood like this. He waved his son over, "Come 'ere."

Denny got up and started to walk to his father.

Chazz stopped him, "Hup... put on some pants first, Son. I ain't huggin' no naked roosters."

Denny laughed. He hastily pulled on some pants, zipped it, but didn't bother to fix the button. He hugged his father.

Chazz still had to resist those ingrained instincts that told him he had to fight every rooster he met. "Eh... I guess I'm past my prime. Kathy's right, I'm no spring chicken. Tomorrow, Monday mornin', I want ya to come down to the coop and I'll show you the ropes. Then, I'm handin' over my clipboard and I'm takin' myself a hard-earned break. I hope you'll be ready then, 'cause some o' these hens love to run marathons."

He remembered that black hen had made him go three more times before she was satisfied. "I got that."

...

A month later...

Denny sat in the hen house with his mom and two of his sisters. The four of them were playing dominos together like they did when he was younger.

Rachel slammed her dominoes on the crate they were using. "I win!"

Denny laughed at his big sister. "Every time, Rae? How do ya do it?"

Outside his mom's room, some of the other hens were peeking in, all wanting to get a look at the new rooster.

In the farmhouse, Amber lay beneath her husband, Tommy as he made love to her. The soldier was only home on leave, but he wanted to make the most of what little time he had with his beautiful wife and his two month-old son. Amber wrapped her legs around his waist and his knot plunged inside, swelled then locked him in. Amber's heart raced with the love she felt for her husband as his seed raced inside of her.

Down the hall from the married border collies, two unwed friends in their late years shared their bodies in a similar fashion. Katherine was on all fours while her old friend, the former top rooster of the farmyard, bred her like they did in their younger days. Chazz whispered in her ears as he rapidly approached another climax, "I think I'm gonna enjoy bein' retired."

Denny was in the middle of another game with his sisters when the black hen walked up and pecked him. He smiled, "What's up, Trina?"

She preened the rooster, "Some pretty hens are askin' for ya outside, Baby."

He chuckled, "Really?" He looked across to his sisters, both of whom looked at him with those silly accusatory stares they would give him if they caught him doing something naughty. "What?" He said with as innocent a grin he could make up.

The End