Work Text:
The pounding on the door woke Stella. “Wakey-wakey bitch!” someone called.
Stella groaned, sitting up in the too small bed. It was still dark outside. She flicked on the lamp and looked at the clock, squinting for a moment. These people couldn’t even afford digital clocks? Analogue was all well and good when it was an ornate grandfather clock reminding everyone of just how rich she was, but this thing on the wall was just pathetic.
Finally, she determined that it was just after 5 AM. What the fuck? Stella laid back down, curling her knees up to fit in a bed designed for imps. The only people up at 5 AM were servants.
Someone pounded on the door again. “You got five minutes before I drag your feathery ass out here by force!”
“Five minutes isn’t enough time to do my makeup,” Stella protested.
“See if I care!” A door slammed in the hallway and Stella hauled herself to her feet.
She started on her makeup, going for a simpler look in case that horrible woman was serious.
And apparently she was! The doorknob rattled, and Stella thanked her lucky stars that the room had a lock.
Her luck didn’t hold, as the imp picked the lock and burst into the room. “Get your ass in gear if you want breakfast.”
Stella sighed, capped her mascara, and glared down at her. “Fine,” she snapped. “Let’s go.”
Sally May led her down to the kitchen and shoved a plate into her hand. She grabbed a couple lumps of something and ladled something out of a pot on the stove over them.
Stella peered into the pot, expecting oatmeal or perhaps a porridge. What she saw was off white with lumps of some unknown substance. Her face twisted in horror. “What is this?”
Sally May gave her an unimpressed look. “Gravy. For the biscuits.” She pointed at the mystery lumps.
“Eugh.” Stella looked around the kitchen, hoping for some fresh fruit or at least a multigrain bagel. The rest of the farm family were crowded around the too small kitchen table, and they all had plates of the same slop. Stella sighed, and filled her own.
The matriarch smiled kindly at her. “Coffee?” she offered.
Stella preferred to start her day with tea, but considering it was five in the Satan forsaken morning, she nodded. She drank it black, for her figure.
Stella shoved a bite of the farmer gruel in her mouth and couldn’t help the way her eyes widened in surprise. It was good. Sally May smirked at her and dropped another biscuit on Stella’s plate.
Plates were collected and dishes started, and the farmer began assigning tasks. None of it made much sense to Stella but she followed Sally May out as everyone dispersed.
“We’re hog wrasslin’ today,” Sally May said, grinning.
“Normally I have to be the bait, since those fucks only want to come outta the woods to try’n claim a mate, but your pretty little ass will be much more tempting.
Stella couldn’t help the way her feathers puffed up at the compliment. Sally May led her to a fenced area and hauled open the gate. She strode forward, boots kicking up dust. “Come on,” she demanded.
Stella huffed and followed, struggling to hike up her skirt feathers out of the dust.
“You’ll be up there,” Sally May said, pointing to a raised platform at the center of the paddock.
“How?”
Stella asked, eyeing the platform that was taller than the imp.
Sally May grabbed the edge and shoved her foot in a notch cut in one of the support posts, then hauled herself up. She leaned down, one hand on her hip, and booped Stella’s beak. “Like that.”
Stella tried, genuinely, but she slipped and landed hard on her back in the dirt. As she wheezed, Sally May jumped down, landing easily on her feet.
“If you don’t get up there before the hogs get here, you won’t like what happens,” Sally May told her.
Stella struggled to her feet. “You’ll have to help me.”
“I don’t have to do anything. I’m not a disgraced princess sent to live on a farm as penance for a major fuckup, am I?” Still, she cupped her hands together. “Put your foot here.”
Stella grabbed the platform again and put her foot in the imp’s hands, and Sally May heaved her up to where Stella could scramble onto the platform.
“Just sit up there and look pretty, that’s all you’re good for anyway,” Sally May said, and jobbed out of the gate towards the woods.
Stella huffed, crossing her arms. She should be offended that Sally May thought looking pretty was all she was good for, but she couldn’t help the way hearing the imp call her pretty had gone straight between her legs.
She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together. She’d never thought about a woman in this way before, but now her thoughts turned to the way ‘princess’ had rolled off the imp’s tongue. What might it sound like if it was less mocking?
She was so caught up in thinking of what else Sally May might call her that the thundering of hog’s feet caught her off guard. She tucked her feet in as close as she could and huddled in the center of the platform.
The hogs crested the hill with Sally May astride the leader. She whooped, yanking the rope looped around the beast’s neck to turn it towards Stella. They circled her, a vortex of massive, stinging creatures. Sally May laughed as she leapt from the hog’s back to land on the platform beside Stella.
Except her foot didn’t land squarely on the wood. Her arms wheeled, and Stella didn’t think. She grabbed the imp’s collar, yanking her back. They overbalanced and fell in a heap on the platform, but they were both safe. Sally May looked down at her and her smile softened. “Heh, thanks.”
Stella fought down the feather lifting blush, sitting up and crossing her arms petulantly.
Sally May sat cross-legged at the edge of the platform as her brothers followed the last of the hell hogs in and closed the gate.
“Now what?” Stella complained.
“Now we cut off their balls and fry ‘em.”
Stella recoiled.
“Good eatin’,” Sally May assured her, as her brothers pushed another gate into place, turning the hog vortex into a funnel into a chamber with a complicated looking levered contraption.
Sally May balanced on the top board of the gate and walked over to the contraption, using a lever to open a smaller gate. A hog bolted for it, and she slammed the lever down. Two panels closed around the beast, pinning it. It screamed, thrashing its head. One of the boys slid in next to it with a wicked looking knife, then returned with a pair of bloody testicles in hand.
“Here, Princess, catch,” he said, tossing the balls at Stella. Her title didn’t sound nearly as nice from his mouth.
She saw a bowl she hadn’t noticed before at the side of her seat and dropped the horrible things into it. The boys released the hog, which ran screaming into the woods, and repeated the process.
It took hours, and though all she was doing was putting testicles in a bowl, by the time they were done, Stella was drenched in sweat from the hot Wrath sun, splattered with blood, and exhausted.
As they entered the house, the youngest boy called, “First dibs on the shower!” and Stella wanted to cry. She felt disgusting.
Lin took the bowl of testicles from her and gave her a pitying look. “You can use my shower.”
Stella nearly sobbed with gratitude.
After dinner, where Stella was forced to admit that hob balls weren’t as horrible as she expected, though she hoped she wouldn’t have to eat them again. The boys left with the announcement that they were off to build a bonfire. Sally May stood, cracking her back.
“Well I’m going to go relax for a while,” she said.
Lin shooed Stella off to her borrowed room as well.
She wanted a nap. Stella peeled off her clothes and collapsed on the bed, but sleep didn’t come. The memory of how effortlessly Sally May had lifted her, the way the imp said her title, her long tongue when she’d licked her fork clean at dinner all tormented her.
Stella’s hand drifted between her legs, feeling the slick already smearing her thighs. She dipped her fingers inside herself, imagining they were smaller, impier hands. She bit her other hand to keep quiet, knowing that the imp in question’s room was right next to hers. Still, Sally May’s name slipped out.
She was close, her hand moving faster, head thrown back against the pillows, when the door opened.
She’d forgotten to lock it. She froze, hand still buried in her cunt.
Sally May stared at her, a slow grin spreading across her face. She stepped fully into the room, closed the door, and the lock clicked.
“What have we here?” she purred, advancing.
“I- I-” Stella stammered.
“Tell me, pretty bird, are your fingers doing it for you? Or do you want something better?”
“B-better?”
Sally May shimmied her shorts over her hips, stepping out of them. She wasn’t wearing underwear.
Stella’s eyes widened as she stared at the cock between the imp’s legs. Did all imps have those? Her tongue darted out to wet her beak.
Sally May stalked closer, stopping next to the bed. “What do you say, Princess? Take a cowgirl for a ride?”
Stella swallowed hard. Oh, she had toys, but she’d never slept with anyone but Goetia, and they’d all had cloacas. “Please,” she whimpered.
Sally May slid onto the bed and between Stella’s knees. She pressed the bird’s hand away and replaced it with her own, dipping three fingers inside.
“Already so wet,” she moaned.
Stella flushed, then let out a trill as Sally May’s thumb found her clit.
“That’s it, fancy pants,” Sally May murmured, scissoring her fingers and pressing her thumb harder on Stella’s clit.
When she pulled her hand back, Stella whimpered. Sally May held up her hand, rubbing her fingers together. “Nice and slick,” she said, stroking her cock, coating it in Stella’s slick.
She moved closer, reaching down to line herself up. The stretch when she pushed in was marvelous. Slowly, she sank into Stella until their hips were flush, then pulled back equally slowly. Stella wriggled, trying to encourage the imp to move faster.
“You know,” Sally May mused, not speeding up, “I was pretty ticked when Sis asked Mom and Dad if she could stash some stuck up Goetia bitch here.”
Stella opened her mouth to argue, but Sally May took that moment to increase her pace, and Stella’s complaint turned into a moan.
“But everybody ‘round here knew me when I was a kid, and I’m not most of them’s type.”
“Their loss,” Stella gasped.
Sally May reached between them to rub Stella’s clit again. “Yeah,” she agreed.
Stella tipped over the edge first, coming harder than she had in possibly ever. Sally May wasn’t far behind, and the feeling of her cock pulsing inside Stella was unexpected, but Stella liked it.
Sally May pulled out after a minute and flopped at Stella’s side. “Wanna shower together?” she asked.
Stella groaned. “Sure, if you carry me.”
“Pff. Down the hall for everyone to see?”
“Right. Stella laid there, willing herself to move, to get up and put her clothes back on to go down the hall. She jolted in surprise when a damp cloth touched her cloaca.
“Gotta clean you up a little first,” Sally May told her. “Less you wanna be scrubbin’ my come offa the floor.”
Stella shuddered. “No thank you.”
“Maybe next time I’ll clean you up with my tongue,” Sally May said, and all of Stella’s feathers stood on end.
They pulled on some of their clothes and ran down the hall, giggling like kids. In the shower, Sally May ended up getting Stella off again, and convinced Stella to promise to return the favor next time.
She collapsed into bed that night, sore and exhausted, but not all of it bad. Sally May had told her the next day they might go out in the woods, checking the ranch’s property line, and could have some fun along the way.
Stella still wanted to get back to her home in Pride. But for now, maybe ranch life wasn’t all that bad after all.