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Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the mess that was his home. Every nook and cranny of each room, meticulously styled and organized to his liking, was torn apart as if a tornado had gone through. Even his vegetable garden—the first thing he saw once he got home—was in disrepair.
Items that should have been in his shed were scattered across the field and dirt had been dredged into his home. He wasn’t normally one to feel such levels of rage as he lived away from such cumbersome disasters (environment and people alike), but today—no, starting today, his sanity might not make it.
The cucumber within his hand was crushed under his anger. The poor vegetable was going to be wasted anyway, as it had already been nibbled graciously by his latest “visitor”.
“Kim. Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk seethed. His low voice reverberated loudly within the house. Whatever noise that was made in a distant room suddenly stopped, as if knowing that they were in deep trouble.
After a deafening silence, Yoo Joonghyuk finally spoke. “Come down here now or I’ll grab you myself.”
It only took a few seconds before the sound of footsteps came closer to the top of the stairs. Eyes trained upwards to meet the offender who destroyed his home.
Black eyes stared back at him. In an attempt to appear innocent, Kim Dokja blinked a few times before tilting his head. However, that only made Yoo Joonghyuk’s scowl deepen even more, a vein popping against his jaw. Clearly, he was not buying his act of cuteness.
In a blink of an eye, Yoo Joonghyuk flew up the stairs, successfully grabbing at his neck. Kim Dokja squeaked, wings fluttering in an attempt to stabilize his balance. Escape wasn’t an option.
“I said,” Yoo Joonghyuk glared at him, “to come down or else I’ll grab you.”
Kim Dokja trembled slightly under Yoo Joonghyuk’s oppressive aura. Another tight squeeze around his neck made him limp soon after.
“Well,” Yoo Joonghyuk continued, “what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Honk,” Kim Dokja quacked a meek apology.
“And you’ll do what?”
“Quack quack… quack.”
“Good.” Yoo Joonghyuk got the answer he wanted. He dragged Kim Dokja into one of the destroyed rooms and picked up a random shirt. Throwing it at his visitor, he then ordered, “clean up everything inside this house. I’ve already shown you many times before. If you dare to make another mess, I’ll feed you to the wolves. You got that?”
Kim Dokja nodded his head fervently, quacking in between. He had grown too accustomed to living in a home with Yoo Joonghyuk, too comfortable with his patience. He didn’t think he could survive in the wild anymore.
When Yoo Joonghyuk headed back downstairs to put away his long forgotten groceries and other goods, Kim Dokja took the shirt and put it on, wobbling back onto his now-human legs. From what he gathered, this may be his last strike. Yoo Joonghyuk had threatened him before, but this time felt different.
He slapped his cheeks. Now was not the time to fall back into his goose instincts. If he wanted to stay—and if he wanted to eat everything that Yoo Joonghyuk made—he had to make sure that Yoo Joonghyuk liked him enough to see his worth aside from his ordinary eggs.
‘Be a human, Kim Dokja!’, he told himself constantly. He rolled up his sleeves. A home wasn’t going to clean itself!
-
It all started with Yoo Joonghyuk wanting to bake a cake. Not just any cake, but the best cake imaginable. From rare ingredients that he collected himself, such as cake flour from a famous mill to his own cow that gave the best milk, the only thing that he was missing was eggs.
To be more precise, golden eggs. These came from a special type of goose that was hard to find—not because they lived in isolated places or because they were monopolized by others, but because they won the genetic lottery of being able to lay golden eggs. What’s more, a very specific process had to be used in order for these geese to lay golden eggs, one of which Yoo Joonghyuk did not know. All he knew was that the quality and lustre of the egg was dependent on the care of the owner. A very well hidden “trade secret”.
Golden eggs were fabled to have a rich and velvety texture, with a deep orange colour for its yolk. Combined with whatever ingredients, it was sure to create the best harmony of flavours possible, savoury or sweet. Even the shells of golden eggs could be used as a garnish or an incredible fertilizer for soil. Not a single part of the egg was wasted.
Yoo Joonghyuk had tasted such a cake that used golden eggs before—its soft, billowy texture that gave way to an incredibly soft crumble paired well with the buttercream frosting that melted in his mouth. The candied fruits added just enough acidity to the delicate sweetness of the cake overall, leaving him wanting for more. He wasn’t normally a person who liked to eat lots of sweets, but with the golden eggs used to make this life-changing cake, he contemplated deeply about turning into a sweet tooth.
Wanting to prove that he was indeed the best of the best among chefs and to recreate the flavour he had in the past, Yoo Joonghyuk wanted a golden goose for himself.
Thus, Yoo Joonghyuk began his journey.
However, finding such a goose was easier said than done. Most golden geese were found in the wild, which meant that the proper regime to guarantee golden eggs weren’t being followed. Gold egg-laying geese could also produce normal eggs, so Yoo Joonghyuk had to base it off on other factors.
First: appearance. From what he had been told, there was always some way to distinguish such a goose from others. As to what distinguishing factors they were, he couldn’t find concrete answers. For each golden goose, they had something different about them; therefore, an anomaly.
Second: behaviour. They had certain characteristics or quirks that were different from regular geese. If he observed for a while, these characteristics were bound to show up.
Third and lastly: mating preference. Again, from what he inferred, golden geese had a preference to sticking to one partner for life, and they were far more picky in comparison to their counterparts, even the other species that mate for life. His chances would be higher if he chose a goose that was alone in a flock than with another.
Yoo Joonghyuk had brought his more intensive gear along with him, just in case he happened to find a golden goose that had abnormal strength. However, he had confidence in his hunting and trapping skills. He wasn’t known as the “Supreme King” in dungeon crawling for nothing.
His boots bit against the unruly earth as he trekked through a thick forest. Somewhere within this forest there would be a clearing that opened to a small lake with crystal clear water, fed from the mountain streams. It had soft, lush foliage, and foraging foods of all sorts were plenty. He had come across that place by chance when he had defeated a raging beast some months ago, stopping by to rest. If his memory served correctly, there were geese there as well.
It didn’t take too long for him to arrive at his destination. As he was setting up his campsite, he would occasionally peer over to the lake. He was correct in his judgment: there were many ducks, swans, and geese swimming here.
Once he had tidied away his gear, he started to prepare a small fire for lunch. The flame flickered to life quickly as he dropped a dollop of butter onto his pan. Sliced vegetables were added once the pan got hot enough, which was soon followed by aromatic spices and sliced sausage. Had there been anyone else there to eye and smell, their mouth would have been watering.
Perhaps Yoo Joonghyuk spoke too soon. When he was just about ready to plate his meal, a pair of eyes were staring back at him less than three meters away.
Correction—at his food, not him.
A goose had wandered onto his campsite. What’s more, this goose had a feature that Yoo Joonghyuk immediately focused his gaze on.
This goose had a pair of horns. Tiny ones, thin and rounded at the points. Nevertheless, the black horns stuck out against its white plumage. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes widened. Did he suddenly get really lucky? Did a golden goose really just wander within his grasp? Did it have no sense of danger?
The goose tilted its head innocently as it slowly wobbled closer to Yoo Joonghyuk’s plate. Its neck stretched out as it came within reach, its eyes sparkling as if it already snagged a tasty meal under the gaze of some dumb human.
Unfortunately, Yoo Joonghyuk was not some dumb human.
“Honk!” the goose honked loudly when its neck was suddenly grabbed. It flapped its wings with great fervor in attempts to escape, trying with all its might to bite at the cruel human. Yoo Joonghyuk hardly batted an eye as he placed his plate aside to better hold it down.
After five minutes and a net, the goose was subdued.
It laid on the ground with puppy-equivalent goose eyes, hoping that the human would release it. When the human did not, the goose slumped even further onto the ground. Instead of using its glittering goose eyes, it went back to staring at his food instead.
With each bite, the goose heaved a sigh. When his fork picked up another piece of food, the goose’s eyes lit up. When his plate was cleaned up and his dishes were washed and put away, the goose did not struggle to escape. In fact, it appeared that it was admiring his body. Namely, his butt, thighs, and chest.
“Pervert,” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered under his breath.
The goose looked offended and embarrassed at the same time, a half-squawk, half-honk escaping its beak. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know that the goose could hear his mutter, but his reaction was immediate. He also didn’t know how a goose could display such emotions either.
As the day went by, the more Yoo Joonghyuk’s suspicions became certain. This goose was definitely not normal. It had little horns on its head, it eyed his food, it did not attempt to escape when it could, and it understood the term pervert when it was ogling his body. Furthermore, no other goose came up to them, which meant that the goose he caught had no mate.
In other words, he really did catch a golden goose on his first day, in the first hour.
Packing up his camp items was swift and tidy. Readjusting a bag, he placed his prized goose into it, leaving an opening for the goose to peer out as he walked back to the closest town. For now, it was only a matter of time before he’d bring the goose to its new home.
-
“Your new home.” Yoo Joonghyuk introduced the goose to its enclosure. Once free from the net and bag, the goose stretched its little legs and waddled around with curious eyes.
It was pretty luxurious. Whatever effort Yoo Joonghyuk put into this enclosure, he went above and beyond the necessity. An artificial pond was set up with its own tiny cascading waterfall, soft grassy bedding on one side of the enclosure and tall grasses on the other, and a small area of flat ground where it could rest or eat. There was even a little flap door that was just the right size for a goose to go through, leading to an outdoor enclosure.
The goose turned to look back at him, its tail flicking nervously. The look that it gave Yoo Joonghyuk was one of questioning whether he was really going to get all of this or if he was just caging him for the purpose of eating him later. Yoo Joonghyuk arched an eyebrow. For a golden goose, this one was pretty intelligent.
“I’m not going to eat you.” Yoo Joonghyuk clarified. There would be no point in caging such a goose if he wanted to eat him.
Satisfied with his response, the goose turned around to test out the water of the artificial pond. Noting that the water was just right in temperature, it slid in smoothly, closing its eyes.
Yoo Joonghyuk watched for a bit before leaving the goose to itself. Perhaps rearing a golden goose was going to be easier than he thought.
-
If Yoo Joonghyuk knew that he would have such a thought a few weeks prior, he would have slapped himself. Every time his goose made an appearance at any time of the day, Yoo Joonghyuk would immediately start feeling tired.
Easy to raise goose his ass.
This goose loved to roam. Somehow, he would end up in his kitchen in the dead of night, fridge open. Sometimes, he’d be out in his garden, terrorizing his poor plants. Every meal that he fed the goose consisted of top quality ingredients, but no matter what he did, no matter how much he pampered this little piece of shit, his goose could not lay any golden eggs.
It should have dawned on him the first night that the goose he brought home was in fact not a female, but a male. It took him a week to figure that out with how “shy” this goose was and, in hindsight, he should have checked the day he caught him. However, Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t think of it much because, well, his goose was special in another way. He still laid eggs, despite being a male. Yoo Joonghyuk decided not to question how that worked. In fact, it just further proved to him yet again that his goose was a golden one, with his odd, bodily quirks.
The biggest problem at the moment was how this shit goose managed to get inside his home. He had a lock installed on the door that led into his home. Said lock was well above the height of the goose, and there were no tools readily available to help turn the lock, or pick it. Yoo Joonghyuk had even installed a stronger lock on the other side of the door, yet this troublemaker somehow managed to figure out how to open his front door via the outdoor enclosure. He had to install a lock on that too, but somehow this slimy bastard still managed to slip through.
It was the very next night that he managed to catch his goose in the act.
Yoo Joonghyuk had tried to catch the goose in action before, but like he previously noted, he was a smart goose. He never made any moves in front of him or when sensed his presence. Making it too easy for the goose to exit also put him on guard, so Yoo Joonghyuk went with the next best thing.
This goose had a taste for his cooked food. Sure, the green salads mixed with seed were tasty, but what really made the goose go nuts was his human food. If he had any leftovers, they would be gone by the next morning. Somehow, his gold egg-laying status made him immune to dietary problems, as his smug, tail-wagging butt would waddle itself across his living room floor, heading back to his enclosure.
Yoo Joonghyuk nestled himself against a wall opposite to the direction he assumed the goose would take. This proved to be beneficial, because the moment he heard his door open (which did not make sense at all because there was no sound of struggle), he held his breath.
Instead of harsh slaps against his floor, they were padded. Soft. Careful. Unlike that of a goose. His confusion was quickly answered when he saw his goose enter the kitchen.
A naked human had walked into his kitchen. On his back were a set of small, white wings. On his lower back, equally small, white tail feathers. When the fridge was opened, two little nubs on the crown of his head were revealed. A set of tiny horns.
Yoo Joonghyuk gawked. He quickly put two and two together. This was his goose? Did he actually pick up a magic goose instead of a gold egg-laying goose?
It was just then that his goose turned around, suddenly coming face to face with Yoo Joonghyuk. He had been disappointed that Yoo Joonghyuk did not have any leftovers for today, so he wanted to make a quick escape. Instead, he screamed loudly and attempted to exit the kitchen by smashing through the window.
However, Yoo Joonghyuk was not a pro hunter for nothing. He leaped at his first chance, grabbing at his human-turned goose before he actually smashed anything. Tumbling to the ground, Yoo Joonghyuk grunted when he hit the hard floor. His lightning reflexes grabbed for the goose that was just a human mere moments ago, pinning him with a chokehold.
In the middle of the night, with the only light coming from the open fridge, the two had a heated staredown. The goose’s chest heaved, it’s pathetic legs trying to kick and claw from under. He squawked when Yoo Joonghyuk put his other hand against the torso of his body.
“You are going to turn back into a human and explain everything,” Yoo Joonghyuk demanded. “Otherwise I will throw you out into the wilderness.”
-
The goose had a name. Kim Dokja, he called himself, after observing humans in a nearby village calling each other with unique identifiers. In fact, the goose named Kim Dokja was appalled that Yoo Joonghyuk hadn’t bothered to give him a name.
“It’s the first step to developing a wonderful relationship with your goose, is it not?” Kim Dokja the golden goose exclaimed, putting a hand to his bare chest.
“Would you prefer the name Snowy then?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked back. “White? Goose.”
Kim Dokja made a scrunched face in response, ending that conversation quickly. Maybe it was better that Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t name him something stupid, like Goose. Clearly, he had no naming sense. Somehow, he felt grateful that he was just referred to as “you” back then.
“How did you know you could turn into a human?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“I don’t know.” Kim Dokja had the same thought, many moons ago. “One day, after learning what a human’s body looked like, I turned into one. At first, it freaked out not only me, but the entire flock because I didn’t know how to turn back. Now, I can do it whenever I want. I can even hide my wings and tail if I wanted to.”
“Do you know how to wear clothes?” Yoo Joonghyuk interjected.
Kim Dokja blinked. “I know how they’re supposed to look on a body.”
“Which means you don’t know how to wear them.” Yoo Joonghyuk should have known a goose wouldn’t know how to wear it. Maybe Kim Dokja wasn’t as smart as he thought he was.
“They look uncomfortable.” Kim Dokja huffed, reading Yoo Joonghyuk’s brooding face. “I’m warm enough as is, even if it doesn’t look like my feathers cover my body entirely.”
“If I have guests over, they will think I’m keeping a madman in my house.”
“You don’t have guests though?” Kim Dokja innocently remarked. “In the past two moon cycles, you did not have a single visitor. I can also turn back into a goose.”
Suddenly, he stood up with his legs far apart. He placed his hands onto his hips, pouting. “Besides, this body is natural, is it not? What’s wrong with it?”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s lip twitched after coming face first with Kim Dokja’s swinging third leg. For the rest of the night, he forced Kim Dokja to get used to clothes, wrestling with his naked body until it wasn’t naked anymore.
“Actually, this isn’t so bad?” Kim Dokja commented after hours of struggle. He felt the fabric between his fingers. Softer than he expected. Smelled nice even. Yoo Joonghyuk on the other hand, could not share the same sentiment.
The sun was going to rise above the horizon in roughly another hour or two, which meant that Yoo Joonghyuk had no time to catch some sleep. His chores would not wait for him. Silently, he prayed that Kim Dokja would not cause any trouble in the meantime. At least spare his vegetable garden.
Thankfully, Kim Dokja was fairly tired from the ordeal as well. The two had a very quick breakfast before Yoo Joonghyuk went to tend to his garden. Once Yoo Joonghyuk was done, he instantly fell asleep on his living room couch.
It was lunch time when Yoo Joonghyuk woke up feeling a little bit more refreshed. He went back outside with a basket in hand, returning with some freshly picked vegetables. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t bother to lock the goose’s enclosure after learning he could use opposable thumbs, so when he reached his kitchen, his goose was already sitting there, waiting with sparkling eyes.
“Put on some clothes or I won’t feed you.” was all Yoo Joonghyuk said as he then ignored the other completely.
-
After the incident of trashing Yoo Joonghyuk’s home for the nth time within the following past three months, Kim Dokja finally got a grasp of his goose instincts. While his urges to wreak havoc within Yoo Joonghyuk’s home cropped up occasionally, he was still able to mind his manners and act more like what a human should be like. However, there were still some major differences that Kim Dokja could not control.
“Joonghyuk-ah! Look at this!” Kim Dokja excitedly ran to Yoo Joonghyuk one afternoon. His cheeks were a little red, his skin glistening with a faint shimmer of sweat. He hadn’t put the effort to hide his horns, wings, or tail, and everything else in between.
Yoo Joonghyuk threw his apron at Kim Dokja’s face before he had a chance to utter another word. His voice was deadpanned, too accustomed to such a slight. “Where are your clothes?”
“Clothes?” Kim Dokja looked down. “Oh, I left those in my room. But that’s beside the point!”
Kim Dokja removed the apron in a dramatic fashion, flinging it as high into the air as he possibly could (the ceiling). It fell to the floor with abysmal effect.
“Look at this!” Kim Dokja said excitedly.
And Yoo Joonghyuk looked. Within his hand was a plain, white egg.
“You have an egg.” Yoo Joonghyuk remarked flatly.
Kim Dokja pouted. “But this is my egg!”
Yoo Joonghyuk perked a brow, unamused. This wasn’t the first egg Kim Dokja had produced. In fact, he had several before this, each time with him coming to show off. Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t surprised anymore that a goose like Kim Dokja could even make them. He didn’t want to think about the process.
“Still.” Yoo Joonghyuk crossed his arms. He inspected the egg carefully that Kim Dokja twirled around for him. “What’s special about this one?”
“It’s the most nutritious one yet!” Kim Dokja finally explained. “Don’t you see the quality of this shell? The yolk will most definitely be delicious. Here, take it. I already feel another one coming!”
And with such an explosive statement, Kim Dokja ran off again naked as ever, his tail flicking side to side excitedly.
Left alone once more, Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the egg with complex feelings. Sure, perhaps male gold egg-laying geese could still produce eggs, but it felt drastically different when it was a naked humanoid handing it to him instead of him just taking it from the goose’s enclosure. In a way, he felt bad that he was eating what could have been Kim Dokja’s offspring (that is, if he was fertile, which Yoo Joonghyuk did not want to know the answer to).
It felt even weirder that Kim Dokja never batted an eyelash when he gave it to him, handing it over without a second though. Even more aghast when he ate a dish which had his egg as an ingredient, complimenting its taste. He brought a hand to his mouth. Was that considered cannibalism?
“Joonghyuk-ah?” Kim Dokja’s voice broke him away from his thoughts. When he looked up, the goose had returned, now wearing a proper set of clothes. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice trailed off. His eyes moved down towards Kim Dokja’s waist.
“Nothing wrong at all.” he muttered.
-
“Boss, Joonghyuk-ah is acting strange.” Kim Dokja whispered in a serious tone. “His stare keeps stabbing into my sides but my wings or tail aren’t even showing. I wear my clothes properly! I don’t even make a mess inside his house anymore. Do you think something’s wrong with him?”
“Mmmm-meh.” Boss slowly replied. Kim Dokja nodded fervently at her response, giving her more fresh grass to chew on.
“Right?!” Kim Dokja exclaimed, hugging his own body. “It’s almost like he wants to eat me!!”
“Mmm-meh mmm-eh?”
“No, I don’t think he’d go that far,” Kim Dokja pondered. A shiver ran across his body. “But what if he—”
“You can talk to cows?” Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly spoke out loud, startling the goose into exposing his wings and tail. Boss spared the human a glance before going back to chew on her cud.
Yoo Joonghyuk had just finished weeding his garden, selecting some fresh produce. “Did you just call her boss?”
“I’m a special goose, remember? Talking with other animals is nothing.” Kim Dokja managed to squeak out. He pressed a hand against his pounding chest, calming his ruffled feathers. Once his wings laid flat against his back, he continued. “And that’s the name she chose for herself. It’s only polite to call her by the name she wants, and definitely better than you just naming her Cow. Your naming sense is awful. I can’t believe you were this close to calling me Goose too.”
Yoo Joonghyuk clenched his jaw. That was Kim Dokja’s cue to leave. In a flurry of feathers, only his human clothes remained on the ground as he waddled away at breakneck speed.
Yoo Joonghyuk could only stare from his spot as the white blob disappeared into his vegetable garden. He turned to face his cow.
“Boss,” he said.
Boss the cow mooed in response. She blinked her long, pretty lashes, eyes sparkling upon hearing her name. She even stopped chewing. This was the first time she had ever paid full attention to him.
Yoo Joonghyuk was left speechless.
-
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja chided one morning during breakfast. His mouth was full of salad. “If you keep creasing your eyebrows so much, they’ll start to connect to each other!”
“That’s not how the human body works, Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk told him flatly. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the excess dressing from the corner of Kim Dokja’s lip.
“Whether or not your eyebrow hair connects, it’s not good for your face,” Kim Dokja continued. “Don’t ruin it.”
Yoo Joonghyuk stared at the goose. “Do you like my face?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Kim Dokja responded in between mouthfuls of food. “That’s one of the reasons why I’m still here, you know?”
“And the other reason being the food I make.”
Kim Dokja smiled cheekily before devouring the rest of his salad.
Yoo Joonghyuk huffed a soft exhale as he watched the salad disappear from the bowl. Kim Dokja was still in the process of learning how to eat properly, which meant he normally left a mess on his face. Normally, if this were someone else, Yoo Joonghyuk would have thought of it as a chore, a nuisance. In this case, the goose’s stuffed cheeks gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest instead. Endearing.
To think that Yoo Joonghyuk thought that Kim Dokja was cute, in either form.
He was either going to be delusional or that he already was delusional for thinking such a thing. He stared more often at Kim Dokja, analyzing whatever he possibly could.
“You staring won’t make me eat any faster, you know.” Kim Dokja said after his last bite, accepting the tissue that wiped his lips. Smacking them, he continued. “Do you think this variety of vegetables will actually help me produce golden eggs?”
Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. To be honest, he gave up on the idea of having golden eggs. He had tried every single possible thing that came to mind, from feeding him only the best of foods to even giving this goose a full body massage. Whatever he was doing didn’t show any signs of improvement, so he had simply whipped up a salad out of habit for the goose’s usual meal. He didn’t mind if Kim Dokja was just some magical goose at this point. He didn’t realize that Kim Dokja still remembered his original goal.
“My memory is not that awful, you know.” Kim Dokja somehow read Yoo Joonghyuk’s constipated look. He swiftly got up, taking their dishes to the sink. The sound of water flowing from the faucet filled in the brief silence.
“There is one thing you haven’t tried.” Kim Dokja commented as he diligently washed the dishes.
“What?” Yoo Joonghyuk looked in his direction. The goose must have been satisfied with that salad because his tail was showing from underneath his shirt.
“You know, that.” Kim Dokja answered.
“What?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked again.
Kim Dokja cleared his throat. Even though he wasn’t facing his human, a flush had reached the back of his neck.
“You know,” he reiterated, “that. The thing that we all do to have, uhm, babies.”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked. He had thought of the possibility, especially now that Kim Dokja had a human form. He didn’t think the other would suggest it first though. Given his nature, he thought that at the mere mention, Kim Dokja would have turned back into a goose to run and hide away in his vegetable garden. His goose was being proactive and yet so bashful.
“Don’t force yourself.” Yoo Joonghyuk said with a frown. “Just because it’s an option does not mean you have to do it. You should know already that I don’t plan to kick you out or feed you to the wolves.”
“I know that.” Kim Dokja placed the cleaned dishes off to the side, wiping the excess water onto his shirt. He puffed his chest. “Do you think I’m dumb?”
“A little.”
“Hey!” Kim Dokja huffed. He crossed his arms across his chest, attempting to look more intimidating. As intimidating as a goose-turned-human could get. “Well, I have my own pride too, you know? I can handle it. It seems like you can’t.”
“Me,” Yoo Joonghyuk spat out, “Unable to do something like that.”
“It’s true,” Kim Dokja turned up his nose. “You have never brought another human home ever since you brought me here. Or any humanoid species, really. You probably lack a heart for romance. Impotent. Maybe you have a hidden taste for beastiality? You keep looking at me in a way that makes me think you see me more than a goose. Am I wrong?”
“Impotent.” Yoo Joonghyuk parroted. His voice suddenly turned down a notch. “Beastiality. You.”
“Impotent, beastiality, and me.” Kim Dokja confirmed with a quick nod.
Without wasting another second, Yoo Joonghyuk lunged at Kim Dokja. Grabbing him by the neck, he swung him over to the dining table, slamming the latter against the surface. Had Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed him elsewhere, Kim Dokja would have transformed back into a goose and run away, but his neck was always a weak spot to him. It made him limp and it stuttered his thoughts. Apparently, it also stopped him from transforming too.
“Do you want to prove some facts,” Yoo Joonghyuk said with an ominous tone. The grip around Kim Dokja’s throat tightened. “Both mine and yours.”
Yoo Joonghyuk placed a hand on Kim Dokja’s stomach, teasing the hem of his shirt. With nothing more than a warning tug, his hand slipped under the shirt.
“Hey, that tickles.” Kim Dokja stifled a giggle. His body wriggled underneath Yoo Joonghyuk’s touch.
“Gah—” Kim Dokja screeched. “Where do you think you’re touching?!”
The hand that was on his stomach had slipped into his pants, gliding underneath his briefs.
Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. He gave a light squeeze. “Are you a masochist?”
“What does that mean?” Kim Dokja blinked.
“You feel pleasure from pain or humiliation.”
“I do not!” Kim Dokja immediately replied.
Yoo Joonghyuk gave another squeeze. “Your tiny dick says otherwise.”
“I-it’s not tiny!” Kim Dokja flushed. “If I was in my natural form, I’d be bigger than you!”
“But right now you’re not.” Yoo Joonghyuk countered. The pants were removed in one swift motion, revealing Kim Dokja’s pale legs. Kim Dokja screeched in the process.
“I only touched it for a bit and it’s already looking like this.” Yoo Joonghyuk said as he pressed his thumb against the underside of his small cock, stroking it from base to tip. Precum was already dribbling out, in danger of spilling over.
“Wait—” Kim Dokja stammered. His arms flailed, unsure of whether to try and pry Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand off his throat or stop his other hand from making him come. While the goose’s brain stuttered to think properly, Yoo Joonghyuk wrapped his hand around his cocklet, stroking it with more vigour.
“Stop struggling,” Yoo Joonghyuk grunted. “The faster you finish the sooner you will be let go.”
“Really?” Kim Dokja stopped, looking at him with sparkling eyes.
“Really.” Yoo Joonghyuk lied. Kim Dokja’s whimpers were cuter than he expected. As if he would let go of such an opportunity.
Gullible that he was, Kim Dokja stopped fighting Yoo Joonghyuk. Instead, he clung to Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand and whatever edge of the table he could reach. His legs naturally rubbed at Yoo Joonghyuk’s side when his cock was rubbed in a certain way, leading the latter to continue his pace. His fingers teased his tip, rubbing hard and then soft, fast and then slow. It drove Kim Dokja up the wall, his toes curling at each unexpected move.
It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold back. With a half-gasp half-call of Yoo Joonghyuk’s name, he came. His cock sputtered across his stomach and onto his shirt. His back arched when Yoo Joonghyuk continued to milk out his high until nothing more could come out, the strength in his hand that grasped his neck tightening just the slightest. Kim Dokja’s head spun as he gasped for breath, but for some reason, the lack of oxygen just made it feel better.
Finally, when Kim Dokja was fully spent, Yoo Joonghyuk loosened his grip.
Kim Dokja swallowed large gulps of air as he laid flat against the table. When he touched his throat, he could still feel the phantom touch of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. It was then when he realized that he had sweated more than he thought. It only came to mind that a human’s body would lose heat differently than a goose’s body did.
Kim Dokja’s idle thoughts were shattered when Yoo Joonghyuk pried his legs open, using a bottle of coconut oil that survived the shaking of the table. With expert hands, he opened the jar and scooped up an amount that he thought was reasonable, and lathered it against Kim Dokja’s skin. The heat of his body soon melted the glob, making his skin look glossy.
“J-Joonghyuk!” Kim Dokja screamed. “You… You liar!”
“You started this.” Yoo Joonghyuk responded. As he yanked one leg over his shoulder, his finger was already prodding at his twitching hole. “I said that you’d be let go sooner. I didn’t say at what part. So be responsible for it until the end.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s finger entered in one smooth motion thanks to the help of the coconut oil.
“You really wanted it, huh?” Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but comment. He didn’t face much resistance when he had inserted a finger. When he added another inside, that was when Kim Dokja started to tighten.
“You’re just putting words into my mouth!” Kim Dokja gritted his teeth. The initial shock of something going up his butt didn’t register in his mind under the second finger slid in. Perhaps it was because his fingers were slimmer than the eggs that he popped out that he didn’t know how to react. Whatever the case was, it only started to feel different when Yoo Joonghyuk started to shift his fingers.
Making eggs was second nature to Kim Dokja, so feeling good about it was nothing more than a passing thought. The idea that his butt could also feel such pleasures completely blew his mind. No wonder the male humans looked like they were enjoying themselves so much when he peeped through the window many years ago. He could get addicted to this.
“Pay attention to me,” Yoo Joonghyuk frowned. His fingers prodded directly against his prostate, causing Kim Dokja to twitch and arch his back. “Don’t think about anything else.”
“Wait,” Kim Dokja gasped. His hand grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s. “Wait, I—slow down—”
“No,” Yoo Joonghyuk cut him off. A third finger was added. Kim Dokja’s small cock twitched back to life at the sudden pressure teasing his sweet spot.
When Yoo Joonghyuk stretched him wide, Kim Dokja squirmed. When Yoo Joonghyuk teased his prostate with slow but hard motions, Kim Dokja’s mouth lolled open.
Following Yoo Joonghyuk’s actions from before, Kim Dokja stroked his own cock. He shuddered, feeling too good from both the front and back sides.
Seeing Kim Dokja exposing himself like that turned Yoo Joonghyuk on. Not wanting for the goose to come again, he pulled out his fingers.
“Why did you—” Kim Dokja opened his eyes. He was just getting to the good part—just about to come again. When he looked downwards, his eyes widened, as did his mouth.
“—Stop,” Kim Dokja finished his sentence.
Yoo Joonghyuk had a monster size of a cock. It was stiff as a rod, and when it rubbed against his own, he gasped at how hot it was. Even if Kim Dokja’s dick was bigger when he was a goose, it was nothing in comparison to how thick Yoo Joonghyuk’s was. Dare he’d say that it was as wide as his eggs were at the fattest portion.
“You’re drooling.” Yoo Joonghyuk brought it to Kim Dokja’s attention. He smirked, satisfied that he fully caught the goose’s attention.
“Oh,” Kim Dokja gasped lightly. The tip of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cocked kissed his rim, hot and steady, teasing for entry. When it slowly entered inside him, he couldn’t help but gasp again.
“Oh,” he was left breathless.
It made him feel so full. Full in a different way, the way that it reached farther than he imagined. When Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips were flush against Kim Dokja’s ass, his whole body started trembling again. In contrast to how Yoo Joonghyuk initially started, he was unbearably slow and gentle this time.
After taking a bit of a pause to allow Kim Dokja to adjust to his size, Yoo Joonghyuk slid both legs over his shoulders as he gripped the latter’s hips. Pulling out slightly, he grinded against Kim Dokja’s sweet spot, watching as he bit his lip to hold back a whimper.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t want that. He didn’t want Kim Dokja acting all shy. That wasn’t like him. Tightening his grip, he pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside, slamming it back in with force.
“Agh—!” Kim Dokja cried out. His hands flew to grab Yoo Joonghyuk’s to steady himself. So much for thinking that Yoo Joonghyuk would go easy after almost strangling the life out of him—he definitely didn’t want him to be quiet!
“Ah—” Kim Dokja moaned. With each thrust sending sparks up his back, his mind going blank from lust, there was no way he’d be able to keep his mouth shut for much longer. He could feel himself twitch around Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock as it brushed against his sweet spot, convulsing like crazy at every single grunt Yoo Joonghyuk made. Knowing that Kim Dokja was making him feel this way only served to make him crave for more.
Yoo Joonghyuk was relentless, keeping a demanding pace as he pulled his body half off the table. Kim Dokja clung for dear life to the table as each thrust shook the table, his moans more breathy, his lungs screaming for more air.
“No,” Kim Dokja exclaimed when he felt Yoo Joonghyuk slow down, “don’t stop. Don’t—”
“Your tail is hitting my legs.” Yoo Joonghyuk explained. In one swift motion, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled out, causing Kim Dokja to gasp, his hole gaping and feeling empty. It was only when he was flipped over onto his stomach did he realize that Yoo Joonghyuk was right—not only did his tail pop out, his wings and horns did too.
His shirt was peeled off, freeing his confined wings. Stretching them open, his sweaty back welcomed the rush of cooler air.
“Ngh!” Kim Dokja jumped when he felt his tail feathers being touched. Yoo Joonghyuk only lightly touched the base of his feathers, but that was more than enough to show how sensitive he was.
He could feel Yoo Joonghyuk’s stare bore into his lower back. His tail flickered side to side nervously.
“Pretend you didn’t see that?” Kim Dokja licked his lips nervously.
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed. The goose instantly knew what the human’s answer was going to be.
“No.” Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a simple response. Lining up his cock by spreading apart Kim Dokja’s buttcheek, he slid back inside, swiftly moving his hand over to caress his tail feathers.
Kim Dokja’s wings fluttered as his hole tightened under the intense shivers that ran across his body. His hole having already been used, his inner walls had already memorized the shape of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, accepting him readily. His hips shook, greedy to accept the rest of his cock.
One hand gently circled the base of his tail feathers while the other traveled up his back and in between his wings. Soft gasps and moans escaped Kim Dokja’s lips when he felt the cock inside of him move again, his butt raising higher with each shock of pleasure coursing through his body. He didn’t even know when it happened, but he came again. The ministrations against his back and inside of him had sent him over the edge, all without him touching it. Yoo Joonghyuk grunted in response when he felt the other tighten, his legs stuttering as he rode out his orgasm, his ass still plundered by Yoo Joonghyuk’s fat cock.
“Legs, can’t,” Kim Dokja managed to say after he could come no more. His legs couldn’t hold him up. His hips were too tired from wanting more.
“Tsk,” Yoo Joonghyuk clicked his lips. Nevertheless, he moved to grab at Kim Dokja’s hips, stabilizing his balance. “So demanding.”
Despite saying that, Yoo Joonghyuk was also close to finishing as well. His grip became bruise-inducing as he sped up his pace, feeling how Kim Dokja’s inner walls tightened around him as if knowing he would come.
Kim Dokja’s arm grabbed Yoo Joonghyuk’s the moment he felt him trying to leave.
“Don’t,” Kim Dokja demanded between gasps, “don’t leave.”
The look on Kim Dokja’s face told Yoo Joonghyuk that he wanted it, that he wanted it now, and if he didn’t get it, he’d ransack his whole house, goose style. Who was he to deny his surprising need for his come?
So he came inside, filling up his little goose, enjoying the satisfied moan and sighs from the latter.
It was only hours after he cleaned the both of them up (and his kitchen) did he start regretting his decision. Belated post nut clarity finally hit him just when he was about to sleep. Was this really the process to get golden eggs? He was ashamed his dick won over his rationality, to his humanoid goose no less.
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“See!” Kim Dokja exclaimed. “I told you it would work!”
As it turned out, Kim Dokja really was a gold egg-laying goose. Within his hands was the golden egg that Yoo Joonghyuk had been painstakingly waiting for. It had a soft, glamorous glow, evidently shined before being presented. When it hit the sunlight just right, a faint, sparkling glimmer ran across the surface of the shell.
Yoo Joonghyuk took the egg. Its size was no different to other eggs that Kim Dokja made, and its weight was roughly the same. Still, he was surprised. It had only been a day since they had done the deed, and Kim Dokja already managed to produce one.
No wonder he was never told what the process was for getting golden eggs. He had asked before to all owners, only to receive hums and haws and awkward coughs in response. As he watched Kim Dokja take back his egg to admire it, the more that Yoo Joonghyuk realized the similarities between golden goose owners.
Some owners had golden gooses that were already mated with another goose. The others, however, were often single despite their appearances or talents. He never asked the owners whether their goose was male or female—he had made the false presumption that all of them would be female. If they had to have sex in order to have golden eggs, that just meant the eggs themselves were a form of… offspring.
He didn’t think they’d be so perverse, falling to such animalistic behaviour. Especially those that partnered with their goose. Now he was one of them too.
“Joonghyuk-ah? Are you feeling okay?” Kim Dokja pressed a hand to his forehead. “You don’t look too well. Is the egg not to your liking?”
“It is to my liking,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied, shaking his head softly as he grasped Kim Dokja’s hand into his own. “Just… conflicted.”
Kim Dokja tilted his head. “Conflicted about what?”
“It’s personal.” Yoo Joonghyuk answered. His mental state. His life choices. An existential crisis.
Kim Dokja hummed before pulling back to re-admire his egg. He lifted it next to Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, as if to compare something.
“It looks just like you.” Kim Dokja smiled brightly.
Yoo Joonghyuk felt like he just got stabbed in the heart. “It’s an egg.”
“Yes of course it’s an egg,” Kim Dokja rolled his eyes. “But they have your features! Don’t you see it?”
No matter how hard Yoo Joonhyuk looked at it, he couldn’t see any resemblance. Only his distorted reflection stared back.
“I do.” he simply said, unwilling to hurt the goose’s feelings. Kim Dokja apparently did not take his awkward, long pause to heart and held the egg up high, performing a little twirl.
“You’re going to taste so good,” Kim Dokja told the egg. Thank the gods that eggs did not have feelings. Kim Dokja rubbed his belly. “And you won’t be the only one!”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s expression changed subtly. Between looking at the egg and Kim Dokja’s stomach, a new question popped up within his mind.
“Do you have a semen pouch?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“Yeah! What of it?” Kim Dokja tilted his head innocently. “How else do you think birds are able to make clutches of eggs? I thought you knew this.”
‘I do know, just not with male golden geese.’ Yoo Joonghyuk rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Now he’ll bear witness to a constant flow of golden eggs, a shining reminder of what he had done with his goose.
Just like those that came before him, he was never going to tell anyone how they were made.
Let them learn how he did.