Extra Sexurity: Vol 4

by ExtoPlasm

Terrible things come in the form of the innocent...and the innocent come in the form of terrible things.

4. Chapter 3: Big Bird

The old, red metal door creaked open, bits of compiled rust sprinkling down as its side collided with the other door. The bottom scratched at the floor, not creating enough friction to summon sparks, but enough to leave white marks in the dusty tiles underneath.

The redhead poked her head in, looking past her hand that clung onto the enormous slab of metal. Her bright green eyes focused in on the inside, and she beckoned for her brother to follow her. Stepping in, a string of cobwebs hit them directly in the face. They promptly swatted them off.

The entire inside of the building looked abandoned, with chairs put up neatly on the tables and absolutely no trash on the floors. Stars hung from the ceiling attached to thin, invisible pieces of string.

The place was one big square of a building, all corners visible with the naked eye from the moment you opened the front doors. The stage to the far left of the bar was empty, baring just two slim, metal poles that had an extremely obvious use if you knew what the building used to be before its abandonment. Which the siblings did.

Their shoes quietly clapped at the floor, springing off the walls and bouncing right back to the children. The echos carried on for ages, lingering for much longer than expected. Nothing but their steady footsteps and occasional breaths could be heard within the limited environment, making the atmosphere that much more intimidating in an ironic sort of way.

"Man," Ivy piped up, destroying the silence, "Hard to believe something that's just a few years old could be so decrepit."

"I can believe it," Ned agreed. He was mostly referring to himself.

Ivy's memories of the old building were nearly as rusty as the metal doors, yet she somehow found the fuse box without any trouble whatsoever. Her hands instinctively travelled to and flipped the correct switch, and within moments, the light fixtures flickered and came on. Some blew out and died in a rather extra display of blue shooting sparks and cracking sounds. For the most part, the other light fixtures worked and were in fairly good condition for being neglected for a good number of months.

The stench of the inside reeked of sweetness and salt. It reminded Ned of a dumpster that he and Ivy would walk by when they went out for a stroll years ago. Indeed, the smell could be traced to a bag of garbage left alone in the supply closet. At the very second the odor reached his nostrils, he plugged his nose with tears in his eyes. The smell emanating off the old garbage crawled with so many disgusting elements, all of which combined to form a stench similar to that of raw, untreated sewage. The bag was surrounded by flies, and the moment the door was opened, all of them scattered at once and startled the teen. They all flew about in a collective panic, and Ned quickly slammed the door shut.

"What was in there?" Ivy asked, "Did you find what stinks so bad?"

"Nothing!" Ned lied. He was NOT going back in there.

"Well, if you're not busy, I want you to some check this thing out!" Ivy called from the other side of the building. "Come on!"

Ned swept his bangs to the side and blew out a stressed sigh. He sprinted his way over to Ivy's location, just by a huge open red door. "Ivy?" he called.

"In here!" Ivy responded, "Get in! There's a whole buncha cool stuff in here!"

Ned shook his head, then peeked inside. He gasped. There was an entire room behind the door that spanned about thirty feet back. It was apparently a closet for old animatronic suits and endoskeletons, where employees supposedly dressed up as the main stars of the show. The suits were said to be so complex that anyone wearing them would look as if their whole body had changed into a sexy cartoon character. The rumors were true.

But this room sported an atmosphere different to the likes of the rest of the club; it was neat and looked to be totally untouched by the test of time. Every suit was carefully propped up against their respective areas and the endoskeletons shined like they were brand new. Some fared worse than others; those that were considered in worse condition than the others had odd, crusted material around the pelvic structure of the metal skeleton.

Ned knelt down and picked at it with what little fingernails he had and kept a fascinated eye on it. "Weird," he said, mainly to himself, then turned to Ivy, "What do you suppose THIS scummy shit is?"

"Cum, probably," Ivy shrugged, her gaze pointed away from Ned, "Sometimes the girls working here would have sex with guys for extra tips."

Ned's eyes became wider than saucers and his finger stopped scratching at the crust coating the pelvis. He picked himself up and slowly backed away from it. Expression stiff as stone, he wiped his hand furiously on his shirt.

Another thing about the room: it wasn't very wide. So, in a domino-like fashion, Ned bumped into Ivy's back and she stumbled and fell over. Ned did likewise, and the two collapsed onto the floor while a suit Ivy was observing fell on its side and caused a skeleton to fall off of its rack and clatter to the floor, leaving it in a position that screamed death but was merely a resting upon the red tiles.

"Ow!" Ivy laughed, "That scared me!"

"Sorry!" Ned cried out, "I'm SO sorry! I, I didn't mean to bump into you...like that…"

He turned himself around and planted his hands firmly on the ground to push himself up. Ivy rolled herself over, still giggling about her fall. Her hair puddled onto the floor, looking more like neon orange liquid than it did bangs and pigtails. Her freckled cheeks were pushed up in a laughing smile.

Why? Ned asked himself, Why do I have to have this kind of burden on my life!? WHY IS SHE SO GODDAMN CUTE AND INNOCENT!?

She pushed herself up with her elbows, then smashed her forehead into Ned's face. They both cried out and Ned fell backwards, clutching his nose and bouncing back into the skeleton he was picking the year-old cum off of. The skeleton bent like a sheet of paper, and its head faced Ned's disgruntled eyes at an uncomfortably close distance. Startled, Ned cried out again and pushed himself against the wall, which toppled over more skeletons and caused yet another domino effect in the room. The sound of crashing metal scratched relentlessly against the walls and the ears of the two children. Eventually, once all the skeletons and suits were finished colliding and toppling against each other's weight, Ned uncovered his face to find Ivy clutching her sides in bubbly laughter. Her whole face was pink and tears dripped from the sides of her reddening eyes. Her feet planted themselves firmly onto the floor so she wouldn't stumble, but she rocked like crazy and looked like she couldn't last much longer.

Ned looked away and blushed. His cheeks burned red and he felt all of the embarrassment he had felt in a week strike him at once. Have you ever embarrassed yourself in front of your crush? If you have, you've probably felt the extreme pangs of self-hatred and panic hit you like a baseball bat. That was Ned: a chubby pile of red-cheeked flesh huddled up against the wall, panic-ridden and filled to the brim with self-loathing.

He looked down at his knees, held close to his squishy chest, then gazed up in time to see Ivy's skinny, sun-tanned hand reach out to him. He looked up further and saw Ivy, wiping tears from her eyes and giggling to herself. She sniffed. "I'm really sorry," she chuckled, "Want some help, dude?"

Ned smiled warmly and took her hand in his. His sausage link fingers wrapped around her thin palm and her digits squished into his. Her cool, delicate hand pressing against his was a refreshing yet overwhelming feeling of comfort and reassurance. The touch of another person-especially of one he was fond of-sent warmth rushing through his veins and replaced his thoughts of anxiety and frustration with ones of lust and love.

Not that Ivy could tell.

She grunted loudly as she struggled to pick up her brother, and her face contorted into one of pure might, or lack thereof. Ned tried to help by pushing as hard as Ivy pulled, which resulted in him finally standing after his descent. Ned's feeling of security and love disappeared at the exact moment their hands parted, like they were chain links and their bond snapped in half. Ivy panted, keeping herself steady by placing her hands on her knees. She laughed intermittently through her exhausted gasps while Ned dusted himself off. His blush remained throughout.

Ivy finally got her balance and breath back after a few minutes of recovery. She inhaled once more and managed to speak. "That was funny!"

Ned looked away in embarrassment. His index fingers poked each other on the tip. "Yeah," he hesitantly agreed, "A real riot."

Ivy stopped having so much fun after she caught a glance of Ned's disappointed face. She couldn't even see his eyes, but his cheeks and overall body language screamed embarrassment and pity. Her laughs died into her usual breathing, and she tapped his cheek. Ned reluctantly turned back his head to face her.

"Ned?" she said, "Dude, I...I'm sorry. That was mean. My bad. I shouldn't have laughed, I know how sensitive you are about embarrassing yourself. I'm sorry." She brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, or what little Ned could see now that she was facing the ground in shame.

Ned's heart softened. She was being completely honest. She looked nervous…

...like she realized she just used up one of her shots.

He half-smiled, facing her with just one eye. He folded his arms across his chest. "Now, you know I could never stay mad at you, Ivy," he said, "You're forgiven."

Ivy looked up and flashed Ned a hopeful grin. "Really?" she asked, "Thanks! I'm still really sorry about that, I hope you know I didn't mean anything by it!"

Where was this coming from? Ivy wasn't usually this bent about poking fun at someone. Usually, she was VERY aware that people knew she was just having fun and meant nothing by it. Why was she so insistent that Ned forgive her now?

Could it be that she-

"Anyway! Now that we've screwed up this room, we should probably clean it all up."

Oh. Nevermind.

She WAS aware.

Okay.

Alrighty.

Welp.

Ned and Ivy spent the next half hour carefully picking up each metal skeleton and empty, fleshy suit and propping them up where they originally stood. Each suit took at least ten minutes to set back up because they were skin-tight outfits, and they had a strange material on the inside that stuck to skin, and to an extent, itself. So those took the longest to set back up, because they wanted each suit to be in the condition they found them in. The skeletons, they simply stood them up and they reattached to a magnet that had been set up in the wall.

The simple and the complex.

After they had finished putting up all the suits and skeletons and shut the door to the closet, they decided to fuck around and do what they wanted with the place. It was, for the moment, theirs to enjoy. They acted like kids half their age, running around and knocking things over, using their imaginations and totally disregarding the rules anybody had set. Mostly because there WERE no rules now, and beyond their clubhouse in the woods, this was the only place they could go to act like themselves.

Sometime around noon, they thought they heard the front door open, but when they looked there was no one there and the door was shut. Not even a sliver of evidence that it had been used.

Oh, well.

An hour later, Ivy had to use the bathroom. "I'll only be a minute!" she said. The fool he was, overcome with lust and warmth, Ned trusted her and sat at the bar, awaiting her return from the restroom.

Ned's tubby fingers tapped on the bar table to his favorite song. He hummed along, catching the rhythm perfectly to the drum of his hands. He would have tapped his feet, too, although the chair he sat his fat, pasty butt onto held him too high above the ground to do so. So instead, he simply waved them around in the air, dangling from his ankles just an inch above the dusty floor.

Then a loud creaking got his attention. Startled, he darted his eyes this way and that to find the source of the noise from where he sat. He peeked over his shoulder, then resorted to moving his whole body in the swiveling bar stool. "Hello?" he asked, "Anybody there?"

Ivy didn't reply. It either wasn't her, or she just didn't hear him.

"I SAID, ANYBODY THERE?" Ned asked louder. Still no response.

Ned turned back around slowly. He continued to try and relax himself by humming the tune and rapping his fingers, but the tingling sensation that someone was there didn't disappear at all.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "She left without you."

Ned jumped. That was GOLDIE'S voice! But...but how!?

"Goldie?" Ned asked.

"She knows you hate it here."

Ned frowned. "I don't HATE it here!" he argued.

"You hate it now, don't you?"

He gulped. She wasn't lying; on his own, this place was nothing more than a horror show of cobwebs and dusty props. "Y-yeah, so?"

"The exit is close. You have to get out. If you run, you can make it. Hurry!"

Ned gulped. What the fuck was going on? So far, she had been one-hundred percent correct on everything she predicted. This was no time to trust his gut; if she said he was in danger, he fucking listened. No excuses.

Ned began to run as fast as he could toward the exit of the building before a jukebox beside the doors tipped over forward and a living animatronic was revealed.

Fred-bare.

She was alive, and had hatred sewn into her soul.

Clearly angered about nothing in particular, she roared and started walking towards Ned. He gasped, and stood paralyzed with horror.

Goldie gasped, too. "It's too late!" she cried, "Run the other way and find another way out! You know what'll happen if she catches you!"

Ned bolted, terrified of the enormous yellow bear, and slid like a baseball player underneath a table in the middle of the place. He curled up, hoping to stay hidden for as long as possible without being spotted. Pupils dilated, knuckles white and spine tingling, he shivered under the table as heavy footsteps shook the ground beside him.

"No! Get up!" Goldie urged him, "You can find help if you can run past her! You just have to be strong!"

Ned gulped. It's not in me to be strong, he told himself, It's just not possible.

The table was flipped, scattering four chairs and denting the tiles on the floor. Ned shrieked, more out of panic than fear. There were so many things going through his head at once as the monster approached, but nothing that could help him came to mind. He screamed again, and held his hands up to his face to prevent any oncoming attacks from the bear.

He felt the wind get knocked out of him. It released in a huge whoosh of air, directly from the bottom of his diaphragm. He hiccupped, thoroughly fucked up by the experience both mentally and physically.

And then came the hysterical laughter; a cruel reminder of something Ned should have, could have, and would have kept in mind, had he not been so distracted.

The monster ripped off her mask, throwing the lifeless head at Ned and hitting him in the face. He sat up, one leg out, while two other girls appeared from nowhere and joined the maniacal funfest.

"OW!" Ned managed in a squeaky voice, "C-Candy! W-what was THAT for!?"

"Uhh, WHAT did this little fuck just call me?" asked a voice that was CLEARLY not Candy's.

Well, that wouldn't be the first time I fucked up today, Ned thought, clutching his stomach and gritting his teeth. He sucked in a breath through his clenched jaw.

The girl wearing the costume snagged the front of his shirt and pulled him towards her. "I SAID, what did you just call me?"

Now in a state of both panic and anger, Ned shot a furious look at the girl. Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, probably to fit better inside the suit. Her eyes were hazel and her pupils were black holes that sucked everyone bone dry of their joy. Her lips were curled into an evil grin and her yellowing teeth were crooked and fitted with braces. Her skin was flawless, having no acne or scars or what have you. Yet behind that smooth, perfect exterior lied a terrifying monster of a person, the very heart of malice, one of the three heads of Satan's hell hound.

He grabbed her wrist and spat. "I SAID you were my good-for-nothing, sadistic, evil, heartless, malicious bully of a sister! Now get your grubby hands off of me and kindly go fuck yourself in the pit of despair and hatred you came from, you useless, manipulative waste of human resources!"

The girl's mean smile transformed quickly into an enraged sneer.

"Ooh, buddy," one of the other girls laughed, "You've done fucked yourself now!"

The girl holding onto Ned's collar swiftly retracted her arm and plowed it straight into his face. Ned let out a pained cry and fell backwards, because, as the girl punched him, she let go of his shirt. Toppling backwards, he hit the back of his head on the tiled floor. The other girls gasped and cringed at first, then whooped and laughed moments later.

Ned picked himself up. His nose bled profusely, but he felt absolutely nothing. His bottom lip was scratched when his tooth scraped across his skin during the impact. He could still see perfectly; she missed his eyes completely.

But he didn't like what he saw.

"You...you mudda fuggas," Ned hiccupped, wiping his nose and leaving a long, red streak on his arm. He sniffed and licked his lip, tasting pure iron. "I'll...I'm gudda...I'b gudda g-GET you fuh dizz!"

"Eww, he's bleeding all over the FLOOR!" one of the girls wailed, "We oughtta DO somethin' about that!"

"She's right!" the girl who had punched him agreed, "Let's see if we can find a leaky pipe or something!"

"HAB MERCY!" Ned cried, "Maybe duh doileds 're a bedder obtion?"

"What, are you trying to make this EASY for us or somethin'!?" the girl snapped, "Of course not! What do you think this is, some clichéd high-school flick!?"

"To be fair, you sorda AGT lige sub of dose horrible teen agtors," Ned snorted. A fat drop of blood dripped from his chin and splattered on the floor.

"Shut it, asshole!" the third girl chimed in, "I think you've fucked yourself enough!"

Ned hiccupped again. Yeah, he thought, the problem is, YOU haven't!

Suddenly, there was the sound of whistling echoing down the hall from the bathrooms.

Ned gasped. His eyes lit up with hope.

Ivy was coming back!

"IBEE!" Ned yelled with all the force he had left, "IBEE, HELB! HELB ME!"

He listened closely. He heard her footsteps accelerate.

"Shit!" the girl holding Ned snarled, "Let's bail!"

"Right behind you!" the second girl agreed and the other followed suit. They dropped Ned and ran, the one girl stripping off her suit as she bolted out the door. Ned hit the ground with a pained THUD! and he laid there in agony until Ivy found him.

"NED!" she cried, "Ned! Where are you?"

Ned's hiccup rang through the building. It hit Ivy's ear in the form of an echo, and she found a table flipped over. She ran to its location and found her brother with his face covered in blood and his chest heaving wheezy breaths and intermittently hiccupping.

"Oh, no!" Ivy cried, "What happened to you!? Who did this?"

"Caddy's frebbs," Ned struggled to say. His bottom lip was swelling. "Her frebbs did dizz to be."

"WHO did?" Ivy asked, confused. She shook her head and her pigtails lagged behind. "It's okay, calm down. You can tell me later. Right now, we need to get you home. Can you walk?"

Ned picked up his head. He cringed. His neck hurt. "Yeth," he responded, spitting blood.

"Okay, okay," Ivy said, trying to formulate a quick plan in her head, "Alright, let's go. We need to get that nose and lip on ice and FAST!"

Ned hiccupped and sat up. "Ogay," he sniffed. Ivy offered him her shoulder to lean on, but he refused. He didn't want to get any blood on her in case anyone thought she did it.

Getting home seemed to take FOREVER. Ned's lip and nose were constantly throbbing and pulsing with struggled heartbeats and his chest ached from being creamed. He felt like throwing up, too. His pace was also slow and frustrating, as he wanted to get home fast but he hurt too much to run.

Finally, when they got home, Ivy got him washed up and on the couch with a box of tissues and quickly packed a plastic bag with ice cubes from the freezer. She sprinted back to Ned, who had his head back with balls of tissue paper in either nostril. His mouth uttered only wheezes and his whole face was pink. He thankfully took the ice bag and placed it right where he'd been nailed. He startled as the freezing bag touched his skin, then relaxed.

Ivy sat by him, waiting to see if his condition would improve. "Are you okay?" she asked, "Like, are you gonna die?"

Ned momentarily took the bag away. His swollen lip was already going down. "Not from my injuries," Ned muttered, then put the bag back.

"Are you well enough to tell me what happened?" Ivy asked, "Y'know...so I know who to kill?"

Ned chuckled. Even that made his chest ache.

"Well," he sighed, "I was waiting for you to come back from the bathroom, right? And suddenly, I hear...uh, the door to the costume room open."

"Uh-huh?" Ivy hummed, hoping there was more.

"And then I was chased down by Fred-bare. Except it wasn't Fred-bare; it was one of Candy's stupid friends!"

"Oh, that makes fucking sense!" Ivy growled.

"First, they kicked me in the stomach. And I thought it was Candy in the suit at first. But, like I said, it was one of her friends. So she asked me what I called her, and I...well, I insulted her. Like the dumbass I am. And then she punched me so hard in the face that my nose bled and my lip ripped open. And if it weren't for you coming by when you did, they would have drowned me and then beaten me with a leaky pipe."

Ivy's jaw was agape. She turned her head and put her face in her hands.

"Ivy?" Ned asked.

"Yeah, what?" Ivy asked, "I'm not mad at you, trust me."

"Well...how ARE you doing?" Ned asked her.

"I'm PISSED OFF, THAT'S how I am!" Ivy shouted. She stood up. "I'm so ANGRY that these girls keep picking on you and they NEVER get any comeuppance whatsoever! I'm SICK of it! It makes me wanna…!" She put her hands to her face again, then rushed her fingers through her hair while she growled angrily. "And it doesn't help that MOM'S lazy-oh, I'm sorry!-" she put up her fingers and air-quoted while she spoke. "'MOM"'s lazy ass isn't doing JACK SHIT about this! They almost broke your fucking SKULL! How is this happening and nobody's taking your side but me!?"

She sighed frustratedly, then plopped back down on the couch. She bent her head back like Ned, except she was doing it out of frustration. Her angered expression remained for some time before she cooled down and realized she didn't have any need to be mad around Ned. He didn't do anything wrong, and all getting mad would do was freak him out and make him too anxious to talk to her.

So, instead, she reached her hand over to his patted it. Ned looked over, trying not to look nervous. He was succeeding.

"Hey," Ivy said softly, "I just want you to know that...even though these girls think it's funny when they beat you up, I'll see to it that they're dealt with properly one day."

Ned forced a smile. "Thanks, but I think we all know the world is full of shitholes like them, and there ain't a goddamn thing we can do about it."

Ivy slouched with her elbows on her knees. She twiddled her thumbs and played with her hair.

"I don't think you're a shithole," she said.

Ned smiled genuinely. "I don't think you're a shithole either," he said, "I think you've got to be one of the best-"

"Whaddup, dickheads?" Candy asked as she walked through the room. She turned her head and saw the TV wasn't on. She looked back at Ivy and Ned. Ned was fucked up, and Ivy was pissed off. The classic duo.

"Oh boy, what is this, an intervention?" Candy joked.

"YES." Ivy snarled.

"Oh," Candy said, surprised but too afraid to show it.

"What are you doing home so early?" Ned asked, "Weren't you just at work?"

"I got finished early. Mom told me to go home," Candy replied, "And what's this whole 'intervention' thing about?"

"Your asshole friends came over to Fred-bare's Strip Club and BEAT NED UP. What do you have to say for yourself?" Ivy stood up and walked over to Candy, arms crossed in anger. "Why did you beat up Ned?"

"Beats me," Candy replied apathetically, "I don't even know how I did it."

"How could you possibly NOT KNOW how you beat up your own fucking brother!?" Ivy yelled, pink-faced. Now she was getting really mad.

Candy leaned forward and confidently put her hands behind her back. "Because. I. Wasn't. THERE." she answered, punctuating each word. "Does THAT satisfy you, or do you want it in writing?"

Ivy sputtered. "That's BULLSHIT!" she cried, shaking her head, "How co-"

"She's telling the truth," Ned interrupted. He got his sister's head to turn to face him. "It was just her three friends. I was trying to tell you in the...uh, the place...but my lip was too swollen, you couldn't understand me."

She turned around, now only her cheeks pink. "Uhh…" she stammered, "Well...how did they KNOW where he was, HUH!? How about THAT?"

Candy's smile grew wider. "I told them," she admitted without resent, "I didn't feel like doing my own dirty work today."

Ivy watched as Candy moseyed off to the kitchen to prepare herself a snack. She stared at her, mouth open and hands up as if trying to grasp something but she just couldn't grab ahold of it.

She angrily threw her hands to her face and began panting heavily. Her eyes were big and red, and her mouth was torn into a furious scowl. Her face became completely pink again.

"Ivy?" Ned asked, "Are...are you okay?"

Ivy steadied herself and tried not to yell at her brother. "Just...just leave me alone for a while," she said calmly, "I'm going to my room. I'm going to try to cool off. When you think it's been enough time, feel free to come in and talk to me."

"When's the right time?" asked Ned as she began speeding away.

"When you stop hearing things BREAK!" Ivy yelled back. She slammed her door shut hard enough to leave the pictures hanging on the walls shaking and swinging in place.

For the next half hour, Ned could clearly hear his little sister scream into a pillow, unleashing the unexpressed anger of nobody trying to help her or her brother. The helplessness crawled from her mouth, out into her pillow, then seeped like a gas past her door and all the way back to the living room, biting and clawing at Ned's ears.

Meanwhile, Candy came back and switched on the television set, sitting herself down where Ivy was just ten minutes ago. She casually stretched out and made herself at home, trying to ignore her younger sister muffling her lungs out. She also casually ate the yogurt she pulled from their fridge as her afternoon snack.

"Hey," she said to Ned, nudging his shoulder. He gasped, startled that the silence was broken. "Sorry," Candy apologized, "You want some? I can get you a container, if you'd like. You deserve something for toughing up like you did today."

Ned said nothing and looked back at the TV. Even though the images projected onto the screen were captivating, all he could do was sit and listen to the cries of the innocent just a few doors down.

"No, I'm good," Ned politely refused, "Thanks anyway."

"No prob," Candy said, scooping another spoonful into her mouth, "My friends are real assholes sometimes. Okay...ALL the time. So I understand if you're frustrated."

"I'm not," Ned denied, "I'm just...okay, maybe I am. But not at you."

Candy swallowed her spoonful. "At my friends?"

"No, not at them, either."

"Well, who ARE you mad at, then?"

He glanced past the bag of melting ice to get one more good listen to his younger sister. She was just groaning in fury now. Her screaming ceased.

It was difficult to determine when he was supposed to go get her. She told him to enter when he stopped hearing things break, but the sound of his own heart breaking at her rage kept him from checking on her.

Ned put his head back and sighed.

"Me."

. . . . .

Willow came home earlier than anticipated. She didn't say much, and once again dinner was easy to prepare. This time, she didn't look particularly troubled with business, but she had a disgruntled aura that made everyone uncomfortable. Nobody brought it up, of course. Ivy chose to skip dinner that night, and everyone ate in silence, not including when Willow asked them how their days went and why the fuck Ned's nose was bruised.

"Candy's friends punched me really hard in the face," he explained casually.

"That's horrible!" Willow replied, "Why?"

Ned's gaze shifted to nowhere in particular. "Beeeecaaaause...I talked back to them?"

Willow shrugged. "Yeah, that'll do it," she said indifferently. She scowled at Candy. "YOU, young lady, need to find better friends."

Candy shrugged. "Trying," she lied.

Willow grunted and went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was dead quiet.

. . .

Ned carefully knocked on Ivy's door. "Ivy?" he called, "It's me, Ned. Can I come in?"

A moment of silence. "Sure," came a weak voice.

Ned took a deep breath and turned the doorknob to her room. He pushed open the door and stepped inside. Her room smelled sweet, like a fresh bar of lavender soap. Ivy was lying down on her bed, hands cupped over her belly button and staring intensely at the ceiling. Her red hair piled onto the pillow, nearly covering her face from anybody coming in.

Ned walked over quietly and sat on the edge of the bed. "May I…?" he asked. Ivy nodded. She shifted and he laid down on the other side of her bed. He looked up at her ceiling and sighed. He wasn't sure what to say.

"You know, I'm not mad at you," Ivy said.

"I do," Ned replied.

"You say that, but you're lying," Ivy argued, "You ALWAYS think you've done something wrong."

Ned remained silent in case the thought was supposed to continue.

"But it's NOT you, Ned," she continued, "You've NEVER wronged me, as far back as I can remember. You don't steal, you don't cheat, you don't bully anybody…" Ivy heaved a sigh. "You're the best person I've ever known. And to see you getting bullied so relentlessly without any help from anybody...it's honestly painful. When I see you get scared, hurt or angry...I feel like it's ME in that situation. Like...like I'M the one being tormented."

She laid her head back down. She sighed in frustration.

"Is that why you feel so strongly about this?" Ned asked, "Because you don't want to see me get hurt?"

"Exactly," Ivy confirmed, "I don't want anything bad to happen to you, but that's all that ever happens."

She released an irritated breath. "But...what you said about the world being a shithole? It's not…"

"Wait, but ho-"

"Let me finish," Ivy said, holding up a finger, "It's not. Because, in my eyes, if you can find at least ONE person that's not an asshole, that you can confide in and trust with your life, that you can get along with and know they'll always have your side, then the whole world can't possibly be against you."

She reached out her hand and it brushed past Ned's. He blushed. "Because I have you," she said, "And I know very well that, as spiritual and free as I am, if I didn't have someone to trust, be with or love...I'd want to die. And I know you feel the same way because you've told me you wanted to die a lot of times, but every time all it took was a good talk to calm you down and collect your thoughts."

"I still think death is a better alternative to having your nose break."

"But it's NOT broken, Ned!" Ivy argued, "You're fine! And so am I! Your nose might hurt, but look at it this way: I'm not dead!"

Ned turned his head to face Ivy. She did likewise and smiled.

Ned half-closed his eyes and sighed. He gave a weak but optimistic smile. "And I'm not dead, either," he recapped.

"Yep!" Ivy agreed, "And neither are you."

Ned felt tingles shoot through all of his veins. This was the most serious, involved conversation he had ever had with Ivy! And she was touching him! Well, his hand. And she wasn't holding it or anything, her hand was just on top of it. But that counts as touching! And she just admitted that she didn't want to live without him!

Ivy sighed. "I hope nobody comes in and sees us like this. Heh...they might think we like each other or something!"

And, just like that, the arrow went right into Ned's heart and split it like a pea.

"Yeah," he groaned, feeling the full impact of rejection all at once. "I...I better get out of here before they realiz-THINK anything."

Ivy felt his hand slip out from under hers. She limply dropped it and sighed. Her smile disappeared. "Okay…" she sighed, "Thanks for the talk."

Ivy's words after that sentence blew right past him. He didn't even remember if he closed her door on the way out. "They might think we like each other." Was that supposed to imply that Ivy didn't like him the way he liked her? Was that supposed to mean that she DID like him that way but didn't want to admit it because she was shy? No, the latter didn't make any sense...Ivy NEVER kept secrets unless they were somebody else's. And she was NOT shy; she was the kind of girl who would go up to any random dude and greet them without an issue.

Ned's shoes dragged across the carpet back to his room across the hall. When he arrived, he lazily opened his door and slugged his way inside. Shutting the door, he went to his own bed and laid down. He watched the ceiling as intensely as Ivy did, all the while thoughts of her delicate touch coming back to him over and over and over and over.

And over…

And over…

And over…

It was all he could focus on. His mind took apart her sentence, looked through the wording and thought about all the possible things she could have meant by using those few words. He thought about her interactions with him, her ways of speaking to him and her use of body language.

Oh, god...her body…

His mind immediately flipped between the bit of her stomach and the delicate but strong grip of her slender fingers. His brain acted as a photo-editing program, taking Ivy's form and erasing all her clothing off. He used what he had to infer what she looked like under all of it, then realized his cock was growing quickly.

He cringed. Was this really what he was doing right now? What a fucking creep!

Ned felt his hand slip beyond his waistband and he heaved a disappointed sigh. He tried to forget all the inner editing he just did. "I guess I'll have to find another girl," he said, taking out his penis.

But he didn't WANT another girl. He wanted Ivy.

But she didn't want him.

Apparently.

. . . . . .

Ned struggled to lull himself to sleep, mostly because his mind kept going back and overthinking his talk with Ivy. Everything conspired against itself and he couldn't get himself to drop it until about midnight where he finally fell asleep from mental exhaustion.

When he finally woke up again, it was from a gentle hand shaking his shoulder. He groaned, hoping to God it wasn't time to get up yet. His body already ached from his encounter yesterday, and all he wanted to do was let it rest and heal. But of course, even in his head, he couldn't even do THAT.

He lifted up his head groggily and his eyes met those of Plushie. She cocked her head and delivered a warm smile. "Well, look who's up!" she whispered excitedly, "Hi, Ned!"

Ned groaned again. He pushed himself off the floor and got to his feet, standing up but slumping over. He rubbed his eyes. "Heya, Plushie," he yawned, "What's up?"

Plushie put her paws to her hips. "You okay, big guy?" she asked, "You look pretty tired for a guy who's asleep."

Ned blinked slowly. He shrugged. "Maybe it's not being tired," he suggested, "Maybe it's my underlying depression eating away at my soul."

Plushie turned away, then came back with the chair. She placed it on the ground backwards and sat on it facing Ned. She crossed her arms over the back. "Alright, kiddo. Tell me what's up."

Ned sighed. "You would just think I was crazy or perverted."

"DUDE, I'm a living sex toy!" Plushie argued, "Do I look better than you? And you, talking crazy! You said so many logical and thought-out things the last time I saw you!"

Ned rubbed his sore neck. "Yeah...I guess I did."

"Right," Plushie said sternly, "Now, what's this thing that's SO awful that you don't wanna talk about it?"

"It's, uh…" Ned really didn't want to talk about this. His cheeks flushed and his hands met his mouth for him to bite the nails. "...It's about my sister, Ivy."

Plushie's chin buried into her arms. Her ears drooped limply over her face in a relaxed manner. "Ivy, huh? What about her?"

Ned took in a deep breath. Here it goes…

"I want to fuck her."

Plushie snickered. "I'm sorry," she said, "The delivery was, just…" she cleared her throat and shifted back into her serious pose on the chair. "So. You're into incest?"

"I guess," Ned supposed, wincing, "But, I mean...if she wasn't in my immediate family, I probably wouldn't be…"

"Okay, let me see if I get this…" Plushie began, "You say you think your sister's hot and you want her over other girls?"

"Yeah," Ned agreed, "That's pretty much the long and short of it."

"And you ALSO say that if she WAS one of those, quote-unquote, other girls, then you would still think she was hot and you would still want her?"

Ned stopped. His gaze shifted away. "I...I don't know…" he said.

"Okay," Plushie continued, "BUT! Since she's your sister, does that make her that much more appealing to you?"

"No!" Ned denied defensively, "I like her because she's nice to me and has been for years! Everyone else just liked bullying me!"

"I think your attraction to Ivy is mainly because she would do anything to keep you safe and to have you as her best friend, as opposed to the majority of people you know. Am I right so far?" Plushie asked. Her eyes were half-closed and her lips were carved into a frown.

"Yeah!" Ned agreed.

"Alright," Plushie said, now thinking hard. "So your problem is that you love her...but not just as a friend. And she's your sister, so that makes you uncomfortable."

"It's not just that…" Ned groaned, "Although, so far you're one-hundred percent right."

Plushie shrugged.

Ned gulped. "My other problem is that I don't think she likes me in the same way I like her! I think she still sees me as her big brother and nothing else! And what if I accidentally let it slip that I want to sleep with her!?"

"I bet that's the case with a lot of people like you, Ned," Plushie explained, "People like you are NEVER certain of what people think of you. For all you know, Candy could be the one who likes you and not Ivy."

Ned raised an eyebrow. "Are you implying that my older sister wants to fuck me more than Ivy does?"

"I wouldn't rule it out," Plushie said bluntly. "The point is, you don't know for SURE that Ivy doesn't love you like that. You reached that conclusion yourself because you were too shy to gather any more details on the subject. See, you're blushing now!"

Ned's blush reddened even more. "I...this is a really touchy subject for me, I'm sorry…"

"EXACTLY my point, Ned!" Plushie stated loudly, "You have a deathly fear of being embarrassed, especially in front of those you love! You don't want her to hate you or think you're a creep!"

"YES!" Ned agreed, pointing to Plushie with both hands, "That's EXACTLY my problem! I can't do or say weird things around people I have a crush on, I worry that they'll think I'm an escaped mental patient!"

"Well, you love me, don't you?" Plushie asked.

Ned put his hands to his side. "I...I guess I do. You were always there for me in my real world, too…"

"And you absolutely dominated me with your cock yesterday, right?"

"I...I did." His blush worsened.

Plushie slid herself off the seat and stood up. She began to stride towards Ned. "You had no problem at all approaching me, did you?" she asked softly.

"No," Ned replied, "Because this is a dream."

"What? You think you don't get stigma in a dream?" Plushie asked, getting close to Ned, "You think this world doesn't have consequences for bad boys who say more than they should?"

Ned gulped. She had a point...Bunnie wanted to kill him for assuming she didn't have emotions.

"This world is as real as you want it to be, Ned," Plushie whispered into his ear, "And sometimes you're as real as the world wants you to be." Her paw tiptoed its way down his chest and hurtled down to his pants. It slipped past his waistband and began fondling his crotch just below the testicles like she did yesterday. Ned moaned through closed lips, feeling his cock harden and push at the front of his pants. Plushie's fuzzy paw raised itself high enough for her palm to settle on the rim of his pajama pants, then leisurely pulled them downwards until his dick bounced out.

Plushie's tongue traced her lips. "Mmm...round two!" she mumbled. She got down on her knees, keeping her paws close to his length and not moving them as she knelt. She grabbed it with her right paw and started the motion she had previously done before, stroking just beneath the head to stimulate him further. The noises he made were erotic and cute at the same time, and it made Plushie increasingly wet and horny. Her other paw dropped from its position and worked its way between her own legs.

"Ahh…" Ned moaned, "Are you gonna gimme another blowjob?"

"Nah," Plushie answered, "I wanna diversify things a l'il bit!"

Indeed she did, as she began moving her paw back and forth on Ned's cock, instead giving him a handjob. Her delicate touch was relaxing, stimulating, and reassuring all at once, and it drove Ned wild. He blissed out not a minute in, which Plushie would have found amusing if she wasn't so blissed out herself. While her right paw jerked off Ned, her left paw worked at her pussy, rubbing furiously in the same rhythm she used for him. She was already dripping, leaving a tiny white stain on the deep blue carpet.

Ned released shaky and shallow breaths. Plushie's careful paw grasped his cock with such gentleness and yet exerted the perfect amount of force needed to get him to cum. Her soft fur rubbed against his skin yet didn't create any friction at all. Her methods were flawless as was her execution. And to top it all off, he got to listen to her moan and swear under her breath as she soaked her panties while she masturbated. She was also having trouble keeping her breaths steady.

Unexpectedly, Plushie was the first to reach her climax, cumming right in her own underwear and heaving a soft cry of pleasure. She stopped masturbating Ned for a moment to catch her breath again and wipe off her other paw on the carpet. Looking down, both she and Ned discovered her panties were ruined; there was an enormous deep pink splotch that ran from just above her clit all the way back to her buttocks. She looked back up at Ned and smiled widely.

"If I can soil my underwear right in front of you and not even elicit a response from you to that, you can definitely overcome your anxiety of embarrassing yourself," she said to him, her eyes half-closed and a pleasured grin spreading like wildfire across her cheeks.

Ned paid no mind to the brief interruption, instead choosing to focus on her words later and on the handjob now. The teen finally reached his breaking point the moment Plushie sped up her pace and began teasing him just beneath the tip with a chubby, fuzzy thumb. In a quick but simple display, Ned gasped, bit down on his lip as though it were an apple, and came on Plushie's thin, furry wrist. Finally satisfied, both of them sat down and steadied themselves.

"Wow...my first handjob!" Ned panted, "I liked it!"

Plushie was momentarily occupied by her panties, which she had swiftly taken off after helping Ned cum. The wet garment was tossed to the side, and she then shifted her focus to the semen on her arm. She glanced at Ned with her tongue licking up his seed, and smiled. "You're welcome, dude!" she said. She swallowed what she gathered and sighed.

"You know, I don't think it would be fair if I kept you all night," she muttered, "You got to sleep really late. I don't think we have enough time for you to fuck me."

Ned groaned. "Man," he pouted.

"It's okay! I'll see you tomorrow night anyway!" Plushie reminded him, "Remember, I'm always here in case you have something on your mind or you just want to bust a nut without puttin' any effort into it!"

"Thanks again," Ned sighed, slowly shaking his head in disappointment. "I, uh...I appreciate that you listened to me talk about my bizarre obsession with Ivy…"

"It's no trouble!" Plushie replied, genuinely happy, "Like I said! I'll always be here for you!"

Ned half-smiled. That's what she would have said.

Plushie finished off her rations and approached Ned on the floor. She hugged him tight, and before he knew it he was back in the bedroom.

He stood up. He observed his surroundings and heaved a sigh. "Dammit," he cursed to himself, "Well, at least I fucked her once. And I got a handjob. What am I complaining about?"

He tore off his pajama shirt and sat himself on the bed, arms placed softly by his side. He winced as he bent his neck to accommodate the position of the pillow. He waited for the throbbing to subside, then simply gazed at the door waiting for a visitor to arrive.

Ned wondered who could possibly be left. Probably Freddie's kids. Or maybe that sexy fox girl. Ned always liked her best; he accidentally saw her strip on a table once. That was the first time Ned ever saw a vagina.

And tits.

And sex.

That last one was cut short because Willow found Ned again and mentally punished herself for a week for letting her young son witness such a thing at his age. Little did she know he spent the next month masturbating over that.

Bottom line, Foxica (the fox girl) was a pretty big part of his life in that regard. Ned would probably have assumed until sixth grade that everybody sported the same genitals because he had never seen otherwise. But this was not true, and ever since age eight he was picturing life the way a boy his age should.

The only issue was, it wasn't Foxica who approached him in the room.

Instead, there was a timid knock on the right hand door, and a different beast popped her head in. She looked around the room, taking in its rather uninspiring details and boring setup until her eye accidentally focused on Ned. She gasped and slammed the door shut, wailing "Sorry! Sorry!"

Ned groaned as he tried to sit himself up with his elbows. "Hello? Who is it?"

"I...It's…" the voice struggled to find words. "I-I'm Chickie! I...I was just leaving! I didn't know you were nak-er, not dressed!"

"Hey! No! Come back!" Ned called after her, "It's alright! I'm not going to be embarrassed or anything if you see me naked."

He heard her gulp behind the door. "A-are you sure?"

"Totally!" Ned replied, "Come in! Don't be shy!"

Wow, Ned thought to himself, Fucking hypocrite.

The door slowly opened again, and an enormous blushing bird strode in. Her whole body was covered in tattered feathers, some resembling fungus and some looking yellow as a fresh cob of corn. There was a mess of feathers that stretched off of her scalp and fell down to the bottom of her chin, concealing one eye and relying on the other to help her see. She had a short, wide beak the color and texture of an orange peel that had rows of sharp teeth lining the edges. She snorted rusty and heavy breaths through her nostrils, which were just two slits ripped into her beak just above its downward curve. She had a pair of thick arms and broad shoulders that looked disproportionate to her slim figure. Her hands were rich with feathers, but her fingers ended in claws that were sharp enough to scratch through diamonds. She had a fairly massive rack, held to her chest only by a bra that looked like it would split straight down the middle at any moment. On it was printed "LET'S FUCK!" in yellow and purple block letters surrounded by confetti. Her body from her chest squeezed into an hourglass figure and once more transitioned into voluptuous thighs and skinny legs. Her feathers stopped just above her knees, and what remained beneath was a sweet pair of orange calves and feet with black, pointed talons at the end of each toe.

She reached an arm across her chest and rubbed the other one as she approached Ned. She couldn't keep her gaze on him, he realized. She must have been feeling really awkward...then again, he would, too, if he was as big as she was and he had to fuck a fifteen-year old.

Of course, at the moment, that didn't appear to be too much of a struggle for him at all. In fact, he was going for a whole year lower.

She stopped walking five feet from the bed. Her cheeks shone red in the dim candlelight of the room. She chuckled nervously to herself. "H-hi," she stammered, keeping her eye off of Ned. She looked like she wanted to disappear.

"Hey!" Ned greeted, "What's up?"

Chickie shrugged, hand still slowly moving about her arm like a busted elevator. "Nothin' much," she tried to answer casually, "J-just...hangin' out, I guess…"

"You look really nervous," Ned pointed out flatly, "Are you okay?"

"N-no!" Chickie cried, hiding her face, "I...I don't...I've never been alone in a room with a n-nak...a boy with no clothes on before…"

"That's understandable. I've never been alone with a naked girl before," Ned admitted.

"Th-that's not true," Chickie argued, still facing away from him, "Y-y-you were alone with Bunnie, a-and Plushie! And...well, not Freddie. But you get the idea!"

"I mean in real life, Chickie," Ned corrected, "In real life, I'm too shy to even tell my sister I love her. Even AS a family member, it's difficult."

He sat up. "In real life, I'm as shy and reclusive as you are. I'm scared to go to school. I'm scared to speak my opinion. I'm scared of embarrassing myself. And never have I EVER been alone with a girl, a naked one at that." He shifted. "Can I assume you're the same way?"

Chickie gulped. "Yes…"

Ned scooted closer to Chickie, so close his legs dangled off the bed. Her body was in arm's reach, but Ned refrained from touching her. She still refused to look at him in the eye.

"We're a lot alike, you and I," Ned spoke softly, "We both don't want to face up to our fears to get what we really want."

He rose up a hand and gently brushed aside her bangs. He revealed a broken eyeball that didn't light up like her other one. It faced downward while her other eye rotated, trying to aim her sight elsewhere. Her cheeks remained red.

"Chickie?" Ned asked. She looked at him for a moment, then turned away her gaze. "Do you want me?"

She blinked. Ned could feel how hot her cheeks were with his hand just inches away. She gulped again, trying to gather enough courage to express herself.

"Y-yes," she admitted quietly.

"What was that?" Ned asked.

"I...I want you, Ned," Chickie repeated, her face flushed.

"You want me?" Ned asked again, getting closer to her. He put his hands on the bottom of her head, turning her towards him slowly. He could feel her rapid pulse through the thick layer of feathers and flesh.

"I…" Chickie stammered. She couldn't get her voice loud enough to speak, she was too scared. She shouldn't have been...then again, not being scared was easier said than done. But Ned was so gentle, so slow...so careless in this world. It was...really making her hot…

She opened her beak to try and admit she wanted to sleep with him, but a tiny squeak came out instead. She winced. "I'm sorry," she said nervously, "I-I'm just so...I've never...I don't know what to…"

"Just stop thinking for now," Ned whispered to her, "Let your arousal do the thinking. Allow your passion to be your guide."

He pushed his face close to hers, putting a hand behind her head and stroking her feathers. She got hers close, too, and before either of them knew it, they were kissing passionately. Chickie's hands wanted to explore Ned, to desperately squish against his mushy body, to get a feel for his rough, pale skin. She pulled away for a moment to ask.

"C-can I...touch you?" she asked, shaking. Her breath was warm, yet shallow.

"I'd prefer it if you would," Ned coaxed her, and they returned to their kiss.

Chickie started out slowly, simply rubbing her hands against his shoulders or waist, then escalated into stroking his chubby thighs and grabbing his ass. The whole time her clawed wings met flesh, she felt hotter and hotter. She wanted to burst right away, but she knew it wasn't that simple, and she didn't want to embarrass herself with her request.

They pulled away once more, a thin string of saliva trailing from each other's mouths as they parted. Ned wiped his chin and got on the bed, motioning for Chickie to come with. She hesitated at first, knowing that what she wanted most involved her getting naked. It wasn't bad enough that just the mention of the word "naked" got her uncomfortable, but actually BEING naked was an entirely different story all its own.

But she watched as Ned laid back, his hand meeting his erect penis and stroking it...she wanted that so bad. She gave in to the temptation and stripped off her underwear, leaving her enormous yellow breasts and pussy on show for anyone to see. She felt so embarrassed, pathetic and vulnerable not wearing any clothes in front of someone she just met, but Ned told her to let her arousal do the thinking and she did just that.

Chickie crawled onto the bed, breasts jiggling intensely and making the bedsprings groan beneath her weight. Steadying herself on all fours, her working eye met Ned's and his met hers. His eyes were dark puddles at night, splashing with stray drops in the light of a lamppost. His brown, fluffy hair resembled a neatly combed dead animal; he hadn't had a haircut in quite some time, she supposed. Her eye lowered and fell upon his cock, which she continued to observe for a period of time before she got her head close to it and began licking it with her long, gray tongue.

Ned moaned as he felt her mouth move around his length, trailing saliva over it to lubricate it. While simply spitting on it and rubbing it in was faster, Chickie wanted to take it slow then all at once. Because, while she was timid and reclusive, she was also really rough in bed but she didn't want to kill her first partner. Thus, she refrained from startling him and started slow. She found a good spot in her beak where her teeth were far apart enough, and she moved herself forward and stuck her whole head on his cock. Ned released a sigh like an oxygen tank, bubbling with arousal. Chickie moved methodically, her tongue swishing about and teasing him as her teeth gently brushed around his sensitive organ. She bobbed her head up and down, her one red eye on Ned and her other concealed by her bangs. The one eye stayed in place while she sucked on Ned's length, never leaving his gaze unless she had to blink. She continued to blow Ned for five minutes, in that time accumulating so much spit inside of her mouth that by the end she was drooling all over the covers and Ned's crotch. Not that Ned minded, if he was really honest.

After that long, glorious five minutes, Ned warned Chickie of his climax. She didn't move, instead going faster to try and finish him off while taking all of his cum at once. Indeed she did, for the moment he released inside her mouth, she gulped it all down along with her excess saliva.

Grinning, she looked at Ned. "How'd I do?" she asked.

"Oh, my GOD!" Ned laughed, "THAT was amazing! You know, the fact that you were so careful with your teeth made this all the more interesting!"

Chickie blushed again. "Aww," she said, "Thank you!"

"Now!" Ned stated, clapping his hands together, "How about the main event?"

Chickie tried to hide her embarrassment, but once again allowed her arousal to speak for her. "Um...I...I actually like it really rough…" she said, shaking, "Like...I like it when it hurts, you know?"

Ned shrugged. "Yeah, alright. I can do that. Just don't ask me to slice you up or anything, that's one of my few turn-offs."

"No, no, I won't ask you to do anything like that!" she assured him, "Just...spank me and really make me take it. Make me beg for mercy, but don't give it to me."

Ned sighed and cracked his neck (not like that, he didn't try to kill himself ya dolts), then his knuckles. "Okay. You ready?"

Chickie nodded and turned herself around. She stuck her ass in the air, aiming it at Ned and sneaking her wing in between her thighs to spread her pussy. It was already wet with her juices, so moist that droplets ran down her feathers and plopped onto the bed. Her red eye glowed through the triangle that was her parted legs, staring at Ned upside-down. Her bangs no longer concealed her broken eye, instead simply dangling off of her head and puddling at her scalp.

Ned approached and rubbed his hands together. "So, uhh...how exactly do I do this? I've never...done this sort of thing before…"

"Give my ass a good spank," Chickie hissed, "Then jam your rod in me with all the force you can muster and fuck me HARD. Like, so hard that I cry for you to stop."

Ned gulped. "Can you take it?"

"Probably not, but don't let that stop you," Chickie said, "I have high endurance."

Ned pushed out a long breath. "Alright," he said. He pulled back his hand and whipped Chickie's backside with it. She startled, a gasp flowing into her lungs. She sighed heavily, and settled down only for Ned to hit her again. She began to gasp again, but this time she was stopped midway because Ned took her by the tail feathers, pulled them hard, and shoved his cock deep into her. Chickie squealed, feeling Ned's penis hit her G-spot and continue to force itself in. He thrusted as hard as he could, attempting to go as deep as humanly possible with every penetration.

"Ahh! Ned!" Chickie cried, "Oww! I-it HURTS!"

"I know!" Ned retorted, giving her ass another whack, "You ASKED for this!"

Chickie continued to whine and yell as Ned pounded his dick into her, his balls slamming against her crotch and his right hand pulling her tail feathers. Her insides were wet and oily with her juices and Ned's cock was covered in her spit, making the act a wet, slippery mess with loads of unfelt friction and screaming chickens.

Speaking of, the two weren't even halfway through yet, and Chickie was already screaming. "S-STOP!" she would cry, "FFFFFFUCK! IT FUCKING HURTS!" But, as instructed, Ned tried not to give a shit as best he could and even became more rough at the sound of her pleas. He noticed she began crying at one point and instead of stopping he chucked a pillow at her and told her to bite on it and shut the fuck up. She did, which calmed her down a little, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying every second of this. Like she said, it hurt so good.

Eventually, Ned forced her to turn around without her giving any order to. As she was flipped, she held onto the pillow the best she could, hugging it to her face to soak up tears and absorb her pained cries. Still humping her harder than he ever thought possible, Ned forcibly grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it tightly. His chubby fingers dug into her feathery breast while he bent forward and bit on her nipple. He continued to suck on it and nibble it, listening to Chickie's tortured cries as though it were a playlist of background music.

Suddenly, Chickie removed her face from the pillow. She coughed and gagged for a few moments, and it took Ned a minute to realize she had bitten and clawed at the pillow so much that she tore countless holes in it and white feathers were flying everywhere. Trying not to be phased by this, Ned maintained his forceful pace and continued to playfully attack Chickie's breasts. By this point, the feathers had found all sorts of moist and sticky places to attach themselves to, and both Ned and Chickie were wiping them off their faces. It was both annoying and hilarious at the same time, however both adjectives were a distraction from Ned's current task, and he didn't want to stop dreaming before Chickie's climax.

Once the storm of feathers cooled down, Ned realized he was about to achieve orgasm. He wanted to wait until Chickie came first, so he sped things up by turning her over again and giving her tail feathers another good tug, along with a massive spank to her ass.

"Look what you did, you naughty girl," Ned snarled, "I oughtta PUNISH you for this!"

"YES! Yes, punish me, Ned!" Chickie cried, tears of joy and pain dripping from her good eye, "I-I've been SUCH a bad girl!"

He allowed her one last forceful spank, and she collapsed in a shrieking orgasm that scratched from her throat and sprang out from her beak, tearing the walls and ripping apart the room. Her head bent back, her spine arched, and her pussy spilled white fluids all over Ned's penis and the bed. She heaved tired and struggled breaths while Ned finished off, still pounding her like a tenderizer on steak. When he reached climax himself, he made sure to cum inside her as an added bonus for being bad.

"There!" Ned panted, "That...that was actually kind of fun. Wow!"

Chickie looked back and rubbed a wing covered in pillow feathers on her ass. She winced, snapping her hand away, and at that moment Ned realized he had spanked her so hard there were red marks in the shape of his hands on both cheeks. She smiled widely and rolled over, releasing a short squeal from her open beak before settling back down. She panted and sighed, scraping up every breath she could. Ned laid down beside her, and she held him close with one arm. He reached around her torso and squeezed her breast again, this time for no reason in particular. Chickie giggled.

"Oh, my god," she panted after a while of relaxing, "I...that was...thank you."

Ned chuckled. "For what?"

Chickie held him closer. "For fucking me, of course!" she flashed a warm smile at him, brushing her bangs back into place. Her bad eye was concealed once more.

"You know...at first I was really scared because I thought you didn't like getting rough. You didn't strike me as a person that would enjoy particularly brutal intercourse, but...even if you weren't, you still did it. And...I appreciate that you didn't make fun of me when I asked you to do it."

Ned shrugged. "I do what girls want," he said, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again until everyone gets my message: If and when I find a girl, I'll do her however she wants me to." He looked down and sighed. "Even if it means not at all…"

Chickie playfully scruffed his hair. "I think that's a really mature way of thinking," she said, "And a really considerate one at that. You're going to meet a really nice girl someday."

Ned sighed again. His smile was gone. "Yeah…" He didn't want to admit that that nice girl was his sister and he was almost one-hundred percent sure she didn't like him back. He'd already done that once and he didn't want another girl's pity.

Chickie went from scruffing his hair to simply petting him. Her delicate feathers felt nice against his head, despite her claws and loose pillow feathers coating her body. "Anyway, I want you to know I appreciate that," Chickie said, "I really expected you to refuse and leave me alone."

"I wouldn't do that to you!" Ned asserted, "Geez, what kind of life do you lead where you expect to get shunned for the smallest offense?"

"What kind of life do YOU lead where you're afraid to tell your own sister you love her?" Chickie countered.

Ned glared, then released a heavy exhalation. "Yeah, you're right," he admitted, leaning into her chest, "I guess I am pretty weak."

Chickie giggled. "Buddy, you had me CRYING! If that ain't a display of strength, I don't know what is!"

"But this is a dream!" Ned argued, "Of course I'm going to have superhuman strength in a world that doesn't exist! Besides, I'm talking about emotional bravery here! The ability to be honest and confident!"

Chickie smiled. "I think you've proven yourself PLENTY audacious, honey!" she encouraged, "You got me in bed faster than even I anticipated! Not only are you brave, but you're clearly able to take risks!"

Ned shrugged. "Yeah, that's what Plushie says, too."

Chickie sat him up and made him face her. He got an eyeful of how ridiculous she looked with all the contents from the pillow latched onto her, but she had a certain grace that made him ignore it. "You know, I think she's pretty smart. She really knows what she's talking about."

"I know," Ned agreed, "So far, she's a fucking genius."

He chuckled. "I guess that makes me the FUCKING genius, am I right?"

Chickie giggled. "I swear, I don't know how you don't attract girls like flies."

Ned laughed. "Why, 'cause I'm a piece of garbage?"

"No!" Chickie said, "Because I think you're young and cute and funny and reliable and… pretty much anything I'd want in someone…"

Ned shrugged. "Thanks, I guess…"

Chickie blushed and looked away. "Ah...you DO suck at kissing though…"

"Tell me something I DON'T know!" Ned yelled, becoming slightly agitated.

"Ah! Sorry…" Chickie apologized, hiding her only visible eye.

Ned stopped. He sighed. "No, no, it's not your fault…I'm just really sensitive about being a bad kisser…"

"Well, I used to be really sensitive about my sexual desires," Chickie admitted, "And, to be honest, I still am, a little...but I'm not so shy about it as I used to be!"

Ned nodded. "I get where you're coming from…" He left it there. It didn't need to be elaborated.

Chickie put a clawed wing on his shoulder and smiled. "Just don't hesitate to take risks every once in a while, okay?"

Ned's hand snuck up to his shoulder and planted itself on her wing. "I won't," he promised.

. . . . .

The sun seeped through a crack between the curtains and drenched a line of carpet with warmth and light. The rest of the room resided in darkness and coolness. Everything beyond the line of sunlight on the floor was dark and cold. Especially Ned's soul.

He woke up tasting a dead rat in his mouth. He hated it when that happened...now he needed water.

Ignoring his morning wood for the moment, he dressed himself and walked out of his room to get some breakfast and a drink. The bulge in his pants was only hidden by his underwear and his oversized shirt. He dragged his lifeless corpse into the kitchen, where he pulled out a glass from the cabinet, stuck it under the faucet, and filled it up with cold water. He took a long swig and smacked his lips, grateful he didn't have to endure the horrible taste in his mouth any longer.

Once he had satisfied his thirst, he grabbed a bowl and prepared himself a bowl of cereal. About ten minutes later, Ivy walked in and made herself some breakfast and a glass of orange juice-with an ice cube, of course. As her toast was being cooked, she took notice of her brother and greeted him.

"Hey," she said, smiling.

"Yo," Ned replied indifferently.

"How're you feeling this morning?" she asked.

Ned stopped munching on his cereal and shrugged. "My nose feels a little better, I guess," he said. His sinuses were still slightly purple, but otherwise he looked and felt normal. He had slept off all of his other symptoms.

"Good! I'm glad," Ivy replied, "Any dreams last night?"

"Just one," he said, "About myself."

"A dream...about yourself?" Ivy asked, "What happened?"

Ned fabricated a story of how he saw himself in a dream and interacted with someone who looked exactly like him but didn't act the same at all.

Ivy didn't know what to make of it. "Hm," she said, shrugging, "I didn't have a dream like that. Ah, well, maybe this just isn't our week."

Ned looked up. "Week?" he asked.

"Yeah, week," Ivy repeated, "You and I usually have more or less the same dream every night, but for the past week you've been having TOTALLY different dreams than me. I wonder what's up with that?..."

Was she getting suspicious? She might have been getting suspicious…

"What do YOU dream about?" Ned asked.

Ivy's expression hardened. "Uh…" she said, clearly fumbling for an answer, "Like...ghosts and shit. Really weird. I can't explain it."

Ned decided to leave it at that. "Okay," he replied. He tried not to inflict any suspicion in his tone.

He didn't fully believe Ivy was telling the truth. She sounded like him when he was lying about the dreams he had, except she wasn't as quick as him and nearly panicked. She made a quick but weak recovery, which had to do for now because A- it was too early to be fussing over bullshit like this, and B- he didn't want to force her into a situation she was uncomfortable with.

Then again, who was to say that she didn't just momentarily forget what she dreamed about and tried to come up with an answer before she was interrupted? She could have been totally innocent.

Well...she WAS totally innocent. There wasn't a rule-breaking, sexualized, toxic bone in her body.

Oh, god...her body…

NOT THE TIME! Ned internally screamed at his boner.

They both startled as the toast popped out, and Ivy plucked it out and ate it while sipping at her orange juice. She sat at the table opposite of Ned, as per the usual.

As Ned finished off his cereal, he picked up his head and stared at Ivy. "So, what did you wanna do today?"

Ivy shrugged. "Y'know, usually I'M the one who asks YOU that," she said, mouth full of toast crumbs, "But...today, I wanted to go back to Fred-bare's Strip Club. Or hang out at our oasis in the backyard." She swallowed and bit off another crunchy piece of bread.

"What did you feel like doing more?" Ned asked.

"Well, I wanted to go back to the Strip Club first," Ivy answered, "Wanna come with?"

Ned scratched his chin. No, the other one. "I dunno...last time I went with you, I was ambushed."

"I know," Ivy huffed, "I'm still a little miffed about that. By the way, I hope you can forgive me for my outbursts yesterday. I'm not usually like that, I don't know what got into me…"

"It's okay, Ivy," Ned assured her.

Ivy sniffed. "Anyway, I think it'll be better this time for two reasons: One - they won't expect us to be in the same place twice! They might think it's too easy!"

"That's a bit too optimistic for my taste," Ned replied, "What's number two?"

"Okay, well, two - if you just stick with me the whole time, They might not attack you!"

Ned put his hand back on his chin. Okay, yeah, THAT one. "That's...actually not a bad idea," he agreed, feeling his cheeks beginning to grow warm, "So, like...I just have to stay close to you while we're there just in case they come back?"

"Exactly!" Ivy confirmed, "You got it!" She finished off her toast and took a long swig of her orange juice.

Ned smiled. "I...Yeah, I think I'd like that. Let's do it!"

Ivy plucked out the ice cube from her glass, popped it in her mouth and crunched on it for the next thirty seconds. She swallowed and realigned her attention to Ned. "Great! What time should we shoot for?"

"I'm thinkin'...noon?" Ned replied, glancing at the clock. It was currently twenty past ten. "Nah, eleven sounds better. Then, when we come back, we can eat lunch and go back out to the backyard!"

"Love it!" Ivy agreed, "Okay! So we have our day planned out. Awesome!" She got up and placed her glass in the sink. She turned to face Ned at the table. "You know...I feel like you've been coming outside a lot more often lately. Any reason why?"

Ned shrugged. "I told you, a little sun might be good for me."

Ivy smiled warmly. Her freckled cheeks pushed up and her green eyes twinkled. "Yeah, I can tell. You're a lot more chipper than you were a week ago!" She planted her hands on the kitchen counter. "I like it!"

Ned rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm really liking this new me! Feels like I'm a kid again…"

Ivy giggled. "You ARE a kid, Ned!"

"Not a little one!" Ned laughed back, "And even if I WAS, I have the mind of an adult!"

"Give me a break!" Ivy chuckled, rolling her eyes. The vibrant greens seemed to swish together like water as they spun around. "You still bust a gut every time someone says 'sixty-nine'!"

Ned stifled a laugh. "That's fifteen-year-old humor, and you KNOW it!" he argued, pointing at Ivy and trying hard to hold back a laugh.

"Yeah, but it doesn't help your case you're turning sixteen in a couple days!" Ivy countered.

Ned didn't stop smiling, but he knew Ivy was right. The party he was about to have was at Fred-bare's Strip Club, a choice he made because it would be the last event held there before the building was shut off for good and it held memories for him since he was eight.

Nobody forgets a sexy robot fox's ass that quickly.

Or at all, if you were Ned.

Besides that, this would be the last party he ever wanted to have before he got too old for that sort of thing. Of course, the only people he invited anymore were his family, but it was still kind of ridiculous he was having a birthday party at all. It wasn't even technically a party; they were just going to show up there and eat cake. And they could have done that anywhere. Ned didn't even ask for any presents, he was perfectly content with what he had.

Well...sort of.

His mind came chugging back to reality station. His smile hadn't faded at all. "Yeah, I guess you're right," he said, "Then, in that case, it's SIXTEEN-year-old humor!"

"Oh, and THAT makes it okay!" Ivy laughed, "So it's immature if it's FIFTEEN-year-old humor, but not if it's SIXteen-year-old humor! Okay!"

"Exactly!" Ned joked, "You nailed it!"

Ivy held a hand to her mouth as she laughed. "How did we even devolve into laughing at sixty-nine!?"

"I don't know!" Ned replied, throwing up his arms, "YOU'RE the mature one here, apparently!"

"Don't even!" Ivy snickered, "I still giggle like a schoolgirl whenever someone says 'penis'!"

"OH!" Ned laughed, standing up from his seat, "Well, let me TEST this CLAIM, shall I?" He walked up to Ivy, swinging his arms wildly and shouting "PENIS!"

By this point, he had her hanging onto the counter just to keep herself steady. Her eyes were clamped shut and her chest spasmed with giggles and wheezy laughter. Ned, too, was affected by her contagious, bubbly laughter and cracked up himself, hanging onto his knees to stop himself from falling over. They continued to laugh for a minute before Ned tapped her shoulder.

"Hey, Ivy!"

"What?"

"PENIS!"

Ivy erupted back into laughter, her freckles turning invisible to the pink coloring taking up her entire face now. She barely held onto the counter anymore, instead holding on with one hand and hoping she didn't fall onto the floor. Her other arm cradled her stomach as her wheezing laughs stomped from her belly. Ned, too, was cracking up, and was banging his fist on the table with his face down on it. His body quaked with deep, booming heaves of air, making his torso shake underneath his shirt. Both siblings crippled onto the floor, eventually settling down but still giggling to themselves.

"Oh, yeah. We're TOTALLY siblings," Ivy chortled, wiping a fat tear from her eye, "We even have the same sense of humor!"

"Sixteen or fifteen-year-old?" Ned asked.

"Sixty-nine!" Ivy retorted.

Ned snickered and slapped his knee. "Nope! Nope, not losing to a sixty-nine joke!"

Ned realized that, in having this conversation, his nervousness around Ivy had proven to be...nearly non-existent. Joking and teasing each other like that, they seemed just like they were little kids again, when thoughts of sex and lust were totally absent from their lives. It was plain old fun, like they had at the concrete clubhouse and the strip club when they did what they wanted and had no fear of what happened next. It was nostalgic and awesome, yet at the same time a cruel reminder that Ivy was the same playful girl she always was and Ned had transformed from a chubby, innocent little boy into a gross teen with rashes under his arms and an uncontrollable lust for his own sibling.

Quite the difference in development.

The two mucked about, not really sure what to do for the next thirty minutes. Then Ivy thought of something.

"Hey! Ned," she said, a hand lightly tapping his shoulder as he passed, "I need you to come into my room for a second! It's really important."

Ned's eyebrows went up. "Uh...okay?"

"Trust me, I'm a little nervous about sharing this, but...I know I can trust you with this." She had a concerned expression laid plainly across her freckled face.

Ned put his hand in his pocket and adjusted his rapidly growing dick so it didn't show. He gulped. "Y-yeah, alright," he agreed. He followed behind as his sister led him to her room, shutting the door behind her.

"Good. I think we're alone…" Ivy whispered, "I hope no one else can hear me…"

Ned's heart picked up speed. Was this...was she...was she really about to confess her love for him? She looked so nervous, like she was afraid that whatever she was about to say was the most important thing she'd ever told anyone.

"Ned?" she asked, trying to grab his attention. Her voice was soft and quiet, smooth as greased butter. She gulped and tugged on the collar of her orange T-shirt. She took one more glance at the door before taking a deep breath and attempted to relax herself.

"Get behind the bed."

Thus ends another chapter! Thanks for reading! Chapter four is coming next Saturday, so stay tuned! Also, as always, feel free to message me a question or comment because it's highly likely I'll reply! Thanks again, and I hope you enjoyed!