By darthelwig
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This story is rated NC-17. It involves chickens. Read it if you dare!
The “Chicks Galore” magazine came from the episode “Little Ed Blue”, though I don’t know how he found it. It was under his pillow.
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Ed closed the door to his room, thankful it was bedtime. He was tired. It had been a long day. Eddy’s scams were good, but he always had to work really hard. Then Sarah had found him and the real trouble had started.
He grinned as he threw himself down on his bed, welcoming its familiar Ed smell. He felt something squirming beneath him, and reached down, pulling out a snake and tossing it to the floor.
“Naughty fella,” he said to no one in particular, not really expecting an answer.
He pulled his favorite magazine from under his pillow. He’d found this issue of “Chicks Galore” when he’d had his face in the dirt one day after a Kanker attack. It had called to him, and had quickly become his most treasured possession. He opened the glossy pages and began to drool as his greedy eyes took in the images of fluffy little chicks in various poses.
He began to get that strange, warm feeling low in his belly again. This was far from the first time, but he still couldn’t put a name to it. It just felt good.
His penis began to grow and become hard, pushing against his pants. He knew what to do with that. He had heard Eddy talking about “it” one day and had decided to give it a try the next time it happened. So he opened his pants and pulled out his engorged penis, stroking it lightly. He was afraid at first that it would hurt, since pulling on it couldn’t be natural, but he experienced only an intense pleasure from the act. Like stroking a chicken!
He imagined stroking one of those baby chickens in his magazine, knowing how soft and fluffy they would feel in his hands and against his face. He loved chickens!
His hand was stroking faster now, since he wasn’t focused on it anymore. His grip was also getting firmer, his hand closing into a tight fist. His head fell back on the pillow and the magazine began to be crushed in his other hand. In his head, little chicks were running all over his body, he could feel their tiny feet pressing into him.
His hips were jerking up and down, thrusting into his closed fist. He was panting and moaning; sweat was beading on his skin. Eddy was right, this was fun! He would have to tell him so when he saw Eddy later.
Ed felt the warmth in his belly sort of grow and spread, until his entire body felt like it was on fire. He could feel something coming, some great thing he had no name for. Then his mind went blank as he felt the pleasure suddenly overwhelm him, and his penis started to leak some kind of sticky liquid all over his hand and stomach. He couldn’t stop his body from shaking, and he looked down to see his skin covered in a hot, white fluid. He hadn’t wet himself. That wasn’t what it looked like. He faintly remembered Eddy mentioning something like this, so it was probably okay. He would ask him later.
Ed smiled as he took one last look at his magazine. He had never felt so happy before.
He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
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