Fuckhouse of Horror II: The Fuckening

“Listen, this is no longer up for debate. Move those out of the shop by midnight, or you’re out of a job.”

It was a quick argument, but as your boss stormed away, and a sigh was all you could muster, you realized you had lost. What could you do, you’d been dealt a bad hand. How were you to know that your joke idea of dipping the menu items in smelted candy corn would be picked as the seasonal specialty? Now you were stuck with the results.

Looking at the rows of taco shells covered in the sweet candy corn only brought you more dissatisfaction. You’d tried them before the public, and apparently your lack of death was a clear sign that they were both edible and enjoyable.

“Welp. Guess I’m fucked.” You picked up a taco shell and start to take a bite, wondering if somehow you missed its hidden potential the last time you and all your peers tried it. Safe to say, you barely got it up to your nose before you had to recoil back.

Even worse was the fact that nobody was gonna be heading to Carlos’ on Halloween night for the food. Every store on the block would be pushing out the tons of candy they’d bought for tonight. He’d be lucky to even get a few customers let alone any that want to eat this abomination.

On the bright side, nobody else was scheduled for food preparation that night, which meant no one was around to scold you when you started shoving the tacos into a garbage bag. You were pretty sure your boss meant that you needed to sell them, but you also doubted he would go digging around in the trash just to prove you wrong.

They wouldn’t all fit, but you grabbed as much as you could and headed out the backdoor. The alleyway was smelly, dirty, and dimly lit by the street a bit away. Unfortunately, you had to go deeper, where it could only get worse.

Before long, nearing the back of the alley, you reached the dumpsters. With almost no light, you had to squint to see basically anything. It was good that there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary to be seen back there.

“Grrhn…” The growl coming from the dark was enough to stop you in your tracks. Your eyesight wasn’t the best, but you definitely heard the sounds of something rustling around in the trash. It was probably an animal, but getting scratched and bit up wasn’t the best thing in the world. “Ugh, my head. Crashing sucks.”

“Who’s there?” you asked, trying to keep your fear from crawling into your voice. “You know you .can’t be back here, right?” The rustling stopped for a few moments, leaving the alley completely silent. “Did you hear me? I said—”

The bags of trash bursted outward. A vague figure dashed across your vision before you were put on your ass. You tried lifting your arms in defense, but a strong grip kept both of your arms down. You closed your eyes shut and turned away, but your heart kept beating hard against your chest.

“OMG, I’m super sorry!” You slowly willed your eyes open, and immediately regretted it. Staring down at you was a pair of glowing purple eyes. “I didn’t think anyone would be back here this late! My b.”

“What.. who...” Your eyes slowly deviated from hers, scanning the rest of her body. She appeared to be squatting on top of your chest, with her… talons digging into the concrete. Her legs were boney, but led up into what seemed to be a normal torso. Though, instead of arms, a large span of feathers spread out in either direction. “Bird?”

“Sorry bout that!” She spread out her arms… wings, and beat them slightly, propelling her back and upward.

“You’re, uh… a bird-person?” Her eyes widened, and they flicked back and forth. She shook her head furiously, then put up her wingtips like she was hiding her face with hands.

“N-No, it’s an out of season Halloween costume! Yeah, nice one me.” Though this creature was sitting right in front of you and you still had plenty of reason to be frightened, that excuse threw you off. “A-Anyway, what’s in the bag?”

“Uh…” You didn’t take your eyes off her for a moment as you lifted the bag up between you. “Taco shells that we don’t use anymore.” Her eyes lit up, and in a single step, she closed the distance. “W-What?”

“Hey, you work at Carlos’!?” She asked, pressing her wing against your chest. The logo of the shop was imprinted there. “That’s like, my favorite place to get tacos from!” She smiled cheerily, then reached for the bag in your hand. You would have pulled back, but she was pretty agile. She grasped the bag shakily with her tips, then simply dropped it on the ground. She bent over, then started sifting through the contents. “Whoa, there’s so many candy corn ones! Those are the best!”

Her face was mostly covered by the bag as she ate. Her position and the sounds of her sloppily eating through those shells somehow put you at ease. She seemed like an animal. Well, given the circumstances, that might not have been too far off.

“Hey, uh…” You called out to her. “Who are you, even?” She looked up from the bag and wiped her mouth.

“I’m Sonata, but my friends call me Sony!” Her voice was so bubbly and cheery, you could almost forget that you were in a dark alleyway alone with her.

“My name’s Anon,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “If you really like those tacos, I could make some proper ones.” If they weren’t before, her eyes started shining like a bulb.

“No way!” she yelled, standing up straight again. She hopped forward, grabbing you in a surprise hug. You prepared yourself to fall back again, but Sonata was extremely light. “You’re the best person ever!”

“S-Sure.” You managed to push her off of you, though she didn’t stop grinning. “Let’s hope the boss isn’t back there.”

A few minutes later (after picking up the shells you left behind), Sonata was darting all over the kitchen area. You stayed posted near the door to the front, on the lookout for any sign that your boss would be returning. Every time you turned back, you could see Sonata messing with something.

“Hey, hey,” she said, tapping you on the back. This time, when you turned, you saw her trying to balance one of the taco shells on her wing. Her control was pretty impressive. “You’re gonna make the taco, right? I really want to try it.”

“Yeah, just keep your voice down.” Now that the two of you were in the light, it was much easier to see her. She was really short, and those piercing purple eyes from before seemed a lot softer in the light. Her face a small and cute, and her chest was… full. It didn’t exactly help that she was all but stuffed into a crop top. Her bottom wasn’t anything better, with her small legs jutting out of a pair of daisy dukes. Sonata either didn’t notice or didn’t mind your longing gazes. “What do you want on it?”

“I can choose?” she asked, sounding pretty excited. You nodded your head, and showed her to the taco making station. She handed you the taco shell she picked out, and you laid it down.

“I guess I should ask before I make it,” you started, glancing over cautiously. “Do you eat chicken or turkey?” Sonata looked at you, confusion clear as day on her face.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” You shook your head, and chose not to elaborate on your question.

“Alright, I’ll make you my favorite taco.” You quickly moved to make two birria tacos, starting off with the goat. As you moved, you felt Sonata looming around, watching silently. Since it’s your job, you finished the tacos relatively quickly, and put them on a plate. “We can sit over there.”

You lead Sonata to the small eating area set aside for employees. It’s little more than a table and a few chairs, but it’s enough for the two of you. After placing the tray down and taking your seat, you expected Sonata to sit across from you. Instead, she slid into the seat right next to you and hungrily eyed the tacos as they sat there.

“Those smell hella good,” said Sonata, barely stopping herself from salivating. She leaned over the table slowly grabbing one with her wingtips, looking pretty accomplished when she finally managed. You raised an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you take off the costume and use your hands?” She averted her eyes, and elected not to answer, then sloppily crunched down on the taco shell. A bit of the meat that was in the taco spilled over onto her shirt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

“Mmmph!” She said, nearly dropping the taco. She waited until she finishes swallowing to continue. “That’s delish!”

“Glad you think so.” She went for another bite, but she struggled to eat it properly. You reached up and grabbed the taco from her wingtips. She turned to you, clearly confused, until you handed her a napkin. “You’re making a mess.”

“It’s fine…” she mumbled, wiping away her mess the best she could. She eyed the taco you confiscated all the while. She gave you the napkin back. “Alright, taco me!”

“I’m sorry?” You asked the question, but when she opened her mouth, you realized exactly what she meant. “You want me to feed you?”

“Duh,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m gonna spill it otherwise.” You frowned, but after a few seconds, complied. You leaned in closer, navigating around her wings, and let her chomp down on the shell. Once she seemed satisfied, you pulled back again.

“Well, this isn’t how I expected my Halloween night to go,” you mumbled to yourself. Sonata, seemed to be having fun, though. Everytime you fed her, she seemed happier. Of course, since this isn’t the most sanitary way of getting food into a mouth, a few of the crumbs from the taco fell into her feathers. After feeding her the remains of the second taco, you spotted a large crumb fall and get stuck in her wings. You rolled your eyes and reached for it, easily pulling it out. “Jeez, you’re still making a huge mess.”

You went from feather to feather, noting how authentic they felt. As your fingers ran through, dispatching the crumbs, you realized that Sonata was shaking. You combed through with your hands, making sure each feather was clean of crumbs

“A-Anon…” she mumbled through gritted teeth. “Cut that… mmph.” A small cooing comes from her lips, before she closed her mouth shut. You continued, ignoring her protests, and brush more crumbs away. You were nearly done, but you realized that she was shaking pretty badly. One look at her red face made you pull back quickly. “Jeez, I told you to stop.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed at how much you were touching her up. She spread her wings out, and smirked.

“It’s ok! I’ll just pay you back.” She leaves her seat and closes the distance between you in a single moment. Her unexpected agility also allows her to fling herself towards your lower body. You spread your legs reflexively, and she slides right in comfortably.

“What are you—” Your sentence died in your throat when she began fiddling with your belt buckle. You feel like you should be stopping her, but your hands stayed stuck near your sides. “Why are you doing this?”

“Cuz you starting touching all my feathers,” she said, looking up with a pout. “You’re only supposed to do that to harpies you really like, Anon.” By now, she’d pushed past your belt and fumbled with buttons. Your underwear was the last line of defense, which was both reassuring and not at the same time. “Woah, you’re packing!”

Your inner turmoil was silenced when Sonata pulled down your underwear to reveal your dick laying limply to the side. In her wingtips, you could feel just how bony and soft they were. She held you in place, which started to wake up your little soldier. She giggled just before slowly stroking the shaft. Your eyes were boring holes into her head until she met your gaze. Her bedroom eyes turned yours away in embarrassment.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen a dick like this,” said Sonata. She ran the flat of her tongue against it, warming it up with a line of saliva. With the combination of her tongue, wings, and (most importantly) flattering words, your dick was up and ready to go in no time. She smirked, then pulled the tip down and into her mouth. Her mouth felt incredibly wet and warm, and only made your dick feel the same when she went deeper in.

A moan slipped past your lips, which made Sonata look up at you. Her eyes sparkled like she was proud of an accomplishment. Your hand snaked around the back of her head, and pulled her closer. As she approached the base, you leaned forward, making sure that every bit of your cock was covered by her mouth. You kept her there for a moment before letting her go. Surprisingly, she stayed there longer, lapping even the base of the shaft with her tongue thoroughly before pulling back for air. Even though she’d been there a while, she didn’t look pressed for breath. Instead, she smiled.

“Pretty cool, right?” Your embarrassed face was all you could offer at the moment, but she didn’t seem to mind. “Guys always say that I give the best blowjobs.” You smirk down at her, which seems to confuse her.

“You know you just confirmed that you’re a harpy, right?” She looks taken aback, then makes a poor attempt to hide her face with her wings.

“Forget about that,” she mumbled. You chuckle, then reach to her feathers again. She begins to pull away, but once you reach her, her blush returns. “H-Hey! What did I just say?”

“It’s payback for your payback,” you say, continuing your romp through her feathers. She bites her lip, but moves closer to you.

“That’s not, ngh, how that works…” Her voice melted into another cooing sound, and she falls back, using the chair as her backrest. You follow her down to the floor, slipping one hand across her stomach and down her pants.

Any sign of protest was masked by her moans and groans. You found the top of her pussy, and ran a single finger down her curve. She gasped sharply when your first few fingers slipped in. She was calmed by a quick scratch of her feathers. This was certainly a special case of foreplay. She seemed to be getting off more on you rubbing her wingspan that you pushing through her folds.

“Hey Sony,” you whisper into her ear, which seems to pull her back into reality. She pouts, but doesn’t seem seriously angry. “Playing with your wings is super fun.”

“W-Well, not for mmph…” She trails off again, but her eyes narrow and she begins to focus again. “If you keep going, I w-won’t forgive you.” You plant a kiss on her neck, which tenses her up.

“But you’re so close.” You can feel her tightening more and more as you push through. She brings her wings around you, and digs herself near your chest. She doesn’t bother denying it.

A few moments pass before you feel her grasp on you tighten, and a deep cooing escape her lips. She brings herself as close to you as she can for a few seconds, before loosening slightly. You pull your fingers out of her licking what juices you could off them.

You hear a growl from below you, and look down at Sonata’s frowning face. Still with it lit up red, it looked more cute than threatening.

“You weren’t supposed to play with my wings,” she says. “They’re really sensitive.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed,” you say, causing her to punch you in the chest. It’s a really soft punch, though. You stay silent for a moment, but look deep into Sonata’s eyes. “You wanna go further?”

“It’d be really weird if we stopped here, huh?” she says, looking straight back.

“This whole thing has been pretty weird,” you say. The two of you share a chuckle.

You lean in for a kiss, and she doesn’t protest. Soon, you have her on her back, her pants slowly sliding down her legs, revealing her pussy. You slide your own pants off fully, and properly position yourself to insert. The tip has a bit of trouble, but soon, your halfway through to the back. She tries to keep her moans down, but can’t help it once you push in deeper. Her body is shaking pretty bad, so you keep her down to earth with a palm on her cheek and a few pecks against her neck.

“When I said I wanted to pipe a bird, I didn’t mean it literally.” You chuckle, but Sonata seems to be focusing on something else. Her breathing is hard and fast against your ear. “Can I keep going?”

“Y-Yeah,” she mumbled. “Go ahead.”

You pull back and grab her sides gently, pulling out so you can thrust back in. The pumps start out hard, but slow, and Sonata seems to whimper with every push. Her face is flushed red, and her eyes are squeezed firmly shut. You decide to pick up your pace, leaning forward a bit to thrust faster. With each one, the tip of your cock seems to squish against her soft g-spot, threatening to pull an orgasm from you. Sonata, though, seemed to be first up to the plate.

With a short spasm of her leg and a moan through gritted teeth, her pussy tightens up far more than before, and she shakes violently as she cums. You pause for a moment to let her get her bearings, but it’s not very long before you speed up again.

“W-Wait, slow down!” pleads Sonata, biting her lip soon after. You pause for a moment, slide your arms down to her legs. With your added leverage, you continue pounding as fast as you can. Her moan becomes a shriek for a moment, before she starts breathing hard again. “Too... mmph! Too much!”

“I’m gonna cum…” Sonata’s eyes fly open, and her jaw drops.

“You better not p-pull out,” she stammers, crossing her legs behind you to lock you in. You feel yourself ready to burst, and it shows on your face. You breathe a sigh of relief as you cum, feeling her pussy grasp and squeeze for every drop it can pull from you. It lasts a few moments, but after you’re fully emptied, Sonata’s legs loosen, and you can fall back onto your butt.

Even though you’re breathing heavily, Sonata seems to be silent. Once you look over, you notice her face is twisted in confusion. She sits up, and looks down at her stomach, poking and prodding at it.

“That was totally weird,” she said, still looking down at herself. “I didn’t think getting creampied would be so hot.” She lifted her head to lock eyes with you, and smiled. “Hey, Anon. Do you like eggs?”

“That’s a weird question,” you admit. Still, you sigh and nod your head. Her smile seemed to beam more before she jolted up to her feet. “What about them?”

“I’ll tell you later!” She may seem incapable, but damn if she isn’t fast. In a few blinks, she’s already back to being fully dressed. You feel a bit exposed, so you hurry to get dressed as well. By the time your cleaned up and dressed, she’d nearly out of the window.

“Where are you going?” you ask. She turns back, and with a final smirk takes off into the night. You follow her over, there’s nothing but open sky when you reach. You frown a bit, seeing how quick she was to dash off, but can’t stay upset for long.

After all, she said she’d be back later. However long that would be.

Normally, you’d think that “later” meant in the foreseeable future. Sometime later that day, maybe sometime in the week? Not this later.

This later lasted the entirety of the winter months. Now, the trees were starting to regain their color, and the 6 month chill was finally subsiding to the slightly less harsh chill of March.

You were still working in this shop, with the same boss, same customers, same everything. At this point, you were starting to wonder if the whole Halloween thing even happened at all.

This particular day was pretty slow, as expected for a Sunday. Not many customers would be coming in, especially during midday. Still, there was enough to keep you busy.

A tap on your shoulder brought your attention away from the front. Trying to get your attention was your boss, whose face looked oddly confused and worrisome. He motioned to the back, and you had no real reason to disobey.

Once out of earshot, back in the kitchens, he took a deep breath and turned to you.

“Apparently, your… bird wife is here to see you?” You raise an eyebrow, even though you know exactly who he’s talking about. “She, er, came flying in through the window and demanded to see you.”

“Where is she?” you ask. Your lack of either confusion seemed to startle your boss, but he pointed to the corner. Sure enough, a set of striking purple eyes met with yours. You smirk and begin moving over there, but Sonata vaults out of her seat and tackles you to the ground. Your boss barely has time to move.

“‘Sup Anon?” she says, sitting firmly on your chest. You see her choice of attire hasn’t changed, but her shirt now has a little bear on it. More importantly, there’s something strapped to her chest keeping something in place. “It’s been so long since we’ve met!”

“Yeah,” you say, not bothering to sit up properly. You point to the harness. “What’s that on your chest?” She looks down like she hadn’t noticed before, then blushes.

“W-Well, it’s our egg.” She removes it from its pouch to show it off. It’s definitely a large egg. It looks decorated with all sorts of paint and the like. “I made it look cute for good luck.”

“Wait… you laid an egg?” She nods furiously. It then dawns on you that you did nut into her without a condom. But how were you supposed to know? This was mystical magical sex! “So that’s my child?”

“Yep! I hope it’s a girl.” She hugs it close before putting it back in its harness. “I’ve been keeping it super safe! It’s taking a while to hatch, though…”

“But you just rammed into me a full speed,” you say, skeptically. “And my boss said you flew through the window.” Your eyes grow wide, and you sit up. “What if my bird baby girl comes out weird?”

“N-No problems, Anon!” she said, rubbing the top of the egg. “Harpy eggs are super sturdy. Mine was used as a hammer once!”

“Yeah, no.” You say taking the egg away from her. “My baby bird Paja isn’t gonna be a tool.”

“Paja?” she asks, confused. “You already had a name prepared?”

“Nah, it’s just what came to my mind.” She chuckles, then gives you a peck on the cheek. Her eyes sparkle, and you’re sure that yours are too. Still, when you grin at her, and she grins back, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Paja it is, then.”