Chapter 2: Chapter 2
The next night at Clucky's restaurant the restaurant closes leaving Player inside again he was walking around the hall until he saw... Barney Beaverton
Appearance
Barney is an anthropomorphic beaver with a large tail, a pair of sharp buck teeth and several smaller sharp teeth. His attire consists of a yellow construction helmet, safety goggles, yellow gloves and a pair of blue pants with yellow-and-orange suspenders.
Personality
Barney is portrayed as a hard-working, yet energetic and well-prepared handyman. However, his taste for Clucky’s delicious Almost-Chicken seems to be more prominent at times. He seems to be best friends with Roofus Ribbit.
However, it seems that, due to Clucky possibly doing shady stuff involving the Almost-Chicken that makes it irresistible, Barney has developed a horrific hunger for the stuff. He was also promised the player as a meal by Clucky, made possible by the chicken taking advantage of Barney’s aforementioned hunger.
Player was avoiding Barney until Barney found him and pounced on him to the floor
.
"Ow! What's going on, Barney?" Player cried out, surprised by the beaver's sudden aggression.
Barney's eyes glinted with mania as he grabbed the man, pinning him down. "You have to taste the delicious Almost-Chicken, Player! I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"
Player struggled to escape Barney's grip, but the beaver's strength was too much for him. "Let me go! I don't wanna eat your stupid chicken!"
Barney laughed, revealing his sharp buck teeth.
"You can't escape, Player. Clucky has promised me a taste of you, fresh and juicy." he growled, licking his lips as he leaned in close to Player.
Player squirmed beneath Barney's grip, his eyes wide with fear. "Calm down, Barney. There's no need for this. We can discuss-" He was cut off as Barney's mouth had closed over his, his sharp teeth scraping against Player's lips.
Player struggled to pull away, but Barney's grip only tightened.
Player's heart raced as he tried to wriggle free, all the while Barney's tongue explored his lips.
"Leave me alone!" Player pleaded, pushing at Barney's chest. But Barney was bigger and stronger; he wasn't letting go anytime soon. The player's protests went unheard as Barney moved closer, his lips parting to reveal sharper teeth.
"Shh, Player." Barney whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "You can't escape me.
I've been waiting for this moment for so long. You're going to love Clucky's Almost-Chicken, I promise."
Player's heart raced as he tried to wriggle free, all the while Barney's tongue explored his lips.
"You can't escape me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.
"No! Stop!" Player shouted, trying to push Barney away from him. But it was no use. Barney's grip was too strong.
Barney's mouth moved down to Player's neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the skin. Player couldn't take it anymore.
"You can't escape me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.
"No! Stop!" Player shouted, trying to push Barney away from him. But it was no use. Barney's grip was too strong.
Barney's mouth moved down to Player's neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the skin. Player couldn't take it anymore.
"You can't escape me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.
"No! Stop!" Player shouted, trying to push Barney away from him. But it was no use. Barney's grip was too strong.
Barney's mouth moved down to Player's neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the skin. Player couldn't take it anymore.
"You can't escape me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long.
"No! Stop!" Player shouted, trying to push Barney away from him. But it was no use. Barney's grip was too strong.
Barney's mouth moved down to Player's neck, his sharp teeth nipping at the skin. Player couldn't take it anymore.
Barney took off Player's shirt and began licking his chest with his tongue . Player was squirming in his grip, trying to free himself, but Barney was too strong. Barney's tongue moved down to Player's abs, licking and tasting every inch of his skin. Player could feel Barney's hot breath on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
"Stop this, Barney," Player pleaded, his voice shaking. "This isn't right. We can't do this."
Barney looked up, his eyes wild with hunger. "I can't stop, Player. I need to taste you.
I need to know what Clucky promised me," Barney growled, his voice thick with desire. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on Player's skin, sending a jolt of electricity through the man's body.
Player's breath hitched, his resistance waning. "Barney, please... This is crazy. We can't-"
Barney's mouth crashed onto Player's, cutting off his protest. This time, Player didn't struggle. Instead, he found himself kissing Barney back, his hands reaching up to tangle in the beaver's fur.
Barney's tongue pushed past Player's lips, exploring his mouth with a hunger that was almost overwhelming. Player could taste the Almost-Chicken on Barney's tongue, sweet and savory, and something else - a dark, intoxicating flavor that he couldn't quite place.
Barney's hands roamed over Player's body, his calloused palms rough against the man's smooth skin. He gripped Player's hips, pulling him closer, grinding their bodies together. Player could feel Barney's hardness pressing against him, and he responded in kind, his own erection straining against his jeans.
"Barney," Player gasped, pulling away briefly.
"We shouldn't-"
Barney's eyes flashed with determination. "We should. I need this, Player. I need you."
Before Player could utter another word, Barney's mouth was on his again, more urgent this time. His hands moved to Player's jeans, unbuttoning them with eager fingers. Player hesitated for a moment before helping Barney push his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them.
Barney took a moment to appreciate Player's naked form, his eyes roaming over every inch of his skin. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
Barney's eyes met Player's, and he saw the same hunger reflected in them. He knew there was no turning back now.
Barney's hands gripped Player's thighs, pushing them apart. He positioned himself between them, his breath hot on Player's skin. Player's heart pounded in his chest as he watched Barney's tongue flick out, tasting him for the first time.
"Oh, God," Player moaned, his head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over him. Barney's tongue was rough and skilled, exploring every inch of him with a hunger that was almost overwhelming.
Player's breath hitched as Barney's tongue found that sensitive spot, his hips bucking involuntarily. Barney chuckled, the vibrations sending shivers down Player's spine.
"Barney, please," Player gasped, his hands fisting in Barney's fur. "I can't-"
Barney looked up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Can't what, Player? Can't take it anymore? Tell me what you want."
Player swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing. "I... I want you, Barney.
All of you," Player admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Barney's eyes widened in surprise, but only for a moment. Then, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice low and husky.
He leaned down, capturing Player's mouth in a searing kiss. Player moaned, opening up to him, their tongues dancing together. Barney's hands roamed over Player's body, exploring every inch of him.
Player could feel Barney's hardness pressing against him, and he reached down, wrapping his hand around it.
Barney groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Player, wait," he gasped, pulling away briefly. "I want to... I want to make this good for you." "Oh, I have no doubt you will, Barney. But I want to touch you too. I want to feel you."
Barney's breath hitched, and he nodded, giving Player permission. Player's hand stroked Barney's length, feeling the velvet softness of his skin, the steel hardness beneath.
Barney's breath came in ragged gasps, his hips moving in time with Player's hand. He reached down, his large hand covering Player's, guiding him, showing him what he liked.
"Like this, Player," Barney growled, his voice thick with desire. "Harder."
Player obliged, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. Barney's head fell back, his eyes closed, lost in the sensation. Player watched him, mesmerized by the sight of this powerful creature undone by his touch.
Barney's tongue darted out, wetting his lips.
"Player, I want... I want to be inside you."
Player's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Are you sure, Barney? I mean, we've never-"
Barney nodded, his eyes intense. "I've never wanted anything more. But only if you want it too."
Player took a deep breath, considering Barney's words. He had never been with a man like Barney before - rough, demanding, and dominant. But there was something about the beaver that drew him in, made him want to explore this new territory.
He looked into Barney's eyes, seeing the raw desire and vulnerability hidden beneath the tough exterior. He made his decision.
"I want it too, Barney," Player said, his voice steady. "But we need to go slow. It's been a while for me."
Barney nodded, understanding. "Of course, Player. I won't hurt you." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Player's lips. "I want this to be good for both of us."
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small tube of lube. Player raised an eyebrow.
"You carry lube around with you, Barney?"
Barney chuckled, a deep rumble in his chest. "A good handyman is always prepared, Player. You never know when you might need to... lubricate something."
Player laughed, shaking his head. "I guess that's one way to put it."
Barney leaned in, capturing Player's mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. His hands roamed over Player's body, exploring every inch of him with a newfound gentleness. Player moaned, arching into his touch, his own hands tangling in Barney's fur.
Barney's tongue delved deeper, teasing Player, tasting him, driving him wild. Player could feel Barney's hardness pressing against him, and he responded in kind, his own erection straining against Barney's stomach.
Barney pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you ready, Player?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Player nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Barney. I'm ready."
Barney smiled, a slow, satisfied smile that sent a shiver down Player's spine. He reached for the lube, squirting some onto his fingers.
Player watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as Barney lubed himself up. The sight of Barney's large, calloused hands stroking his length was almost too much for Player to handle. He felt a wave of desire wash over him, and he had to bite back a moan.
Barney looked up, catching Player's gaze. "You like watching me, Player?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Player nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Barney's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Good.
Because I love watching you too," Barney said, his voice thick with desire. He reached out, his large hand wrapping around Player's erection, stroking it slowly. Player gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Barney, please," he begged, his voice shaking. "I can't take much more of this." "You can take it, Player. And you will. I want to hear you beg for me." He leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste the precum beading at the tip of Player's cock.
Player's breath hitched, his hands fisting in Barney's fur.
"Barney, please," Player gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I need you inside me. Now."
Barney's eyes flashed with desire, and he quickly lubed up his fingers, slipping one inside Player slowly. Player moaned, his body relaxing around the intrusion. Barney added another finger, stretching him gently, his thumb brushing against Player's prostate.
"Oh, God," Player groaned, his head falling back.
"That feels so good, Barney."
Barney grinned, his fingers moving in and out of Player, his thumb continuing to tease that sensitive spot. "I'm glad you like it, Player. But I want to give you more."
Player opened his eyes, looking at Barney with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. "More?"
Barney nodded, his eyes intense. "Much more." He slowly removed his fingers, making Player whimper at the loss. Barney chuckled, positioning himself between Player's legs. "Don't worry, Player.
I'll make sure you're ready." Barney's voice was low and reassuring as he lubed up his cock, never breaking eye contact with Player. He guided himself to Player's entrance, pausing for a moment to let Player adjust to the feeling of his thickness pressed against him.
Player took a deep breath, nodding to let Barney know he was okay. Barney pushed in slowly, giving Player time to accommodate his size. Player gasped, his fingers digging into Barney's fur as he felt himself stretch around the beaver's cock.
"Breathe, Player," Barney murmured, his voice gentle.
"Just breathe and relax. You're doing great."
Player nodded, focusing on his breathing as Barney inched further inside him. The initial burn began to subside, replaced by a warmth that spread through his body. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Barney's cock as it filled him completely.
"Oh, God, Barney," Player moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. "You feel so good."
Barney chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "I'm glad you think so, Player.
Because I'm just getting started," Barney replied, his voice a low growl. He began to move, slowly at first, allowing Player's body to adjust to his size. Player gasped, his fingers digging into Barney's fur as the beaver's cock hit that sweet spot inside him.
"Right there, Barney," Player moaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably. "Oh, God, yes!"
Barney grinned, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He picked up the pace, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting that spot perfectly.
Player's moans filled the room, his body writhing beneath Barney's. The beaver's hands gripped Player's hips, pulling him closer, pushing him down, controlling the movement.
"So good, Barney," Player gasped, his eyes fluttering closed. "So fucking good."
Barney growled, his teeth nipping at Player's neck. "You feel so fucking amazing, Player. I could do this all night."
Player's eyes shot open, a mischievous glint in them. "Who says we can't?"
Barney's breath hitched, his hips stuttering for a moment.
"You... you want to, Player?" he asked, surprise lacing his voice.
Player nodded, a playful smirk on his lips. "Why not? It's not like we have anywhere else to be, right?"
Barney chuckled, shaking his head. "You're a naughty one, Player. But I like it." "I like it a lot."
He began to move again, his hips picking up the pace as his tongue danced with Player's.
Player's fingers dug into Barney's fur, his body responding to the beaver's every touch. He could feel the heat building inside him, the tension coiling in his stomach.
"Barney," he gasped, pulling away from their kiss. "I'm close." Come for me, Player. Let me feel you tighten around my cock."
Player's breath hitched, his hips bucking as Barney's words sent him over the edge. He came with a cry, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.
Barney groaned, his cock pulsing inside Player as he followed him over the edge, filling him with his hot seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breaths ragged.
Barney was the first to move, pulling out slowly and collapsing beside Player on the floor. He looked at Player, his eyes soft and sated. "That was... incredible, Player. Thank you."
Player smiled, turning onto his side to face Barney. "No, thank you, Barney. That was...
incredible. I've never felt anything like that before," Player panted, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Barney grinned, rolling onto his side to face Player, his large hand reaching out to cup the man's cheek.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Player. I did too," he said, his voice soft and sincere. Player leaned into Barney's touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opened them again, he saw the beaver's gaze filled with concern.
"What's wrong, Barney?" he asked, his brow furrowing.
Barney hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Player, I need to be honest with you. This... this wasn't just about the Almost-Chicken. It wasn't just about Clucky's promise."
Player's eyes widened in surprise, but he remained silent, waiting for Barney to continue.
Barney took a deep breath, his eyes searching Player's. "I've had feelings for you for a while now, Player. I see you around Clucky's, and I can't help but... admire you. Your confidence, your charm, your... everything."
Player's expression softened, a small smile playing on his lips. "Barney, I had no idea.
Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Player asked, his voice soft and genuine.
Barney shrugged, a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. "I didn't think you'd be interested in someone like me. I mean, look at you - you're gorgeous, confident, and you've got Clucky." He paused, looking down at his large, calloused hands. "I'm just a simple handyman."
Player reached out, tucking a finger under Barney's chin and lifting his head until their eyes met. "Don't sell yourself short, Barney. You're kind, strong, and incredibly sexy.
And I'm not just talking about the construction helmet and suspenders," Player said, a playful smirk on his lips. Barney chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "You really mean that, Player?" he asked, uncertainty still lingering in his voice. Player nodded, his expression serious. "I do. And I want you to know that this - what happened between us - it wasn't just about Clucky's Almost-Chicken for me either." Barney's eyes widened in surprise. "It wasn't?" he asked, hope evident in his voice.
Player smiled, reaching out to take Barney's hand. "No, it wasn't. I've noticed you too, Barney. Your strength, your kindness, your laugh...it's all incredibly attractive. And tonight, when you...when you kissed me, I couldn't resist. I wanted you just as much as you wanted me." Barney's face broke into a wide grin, his eyes shining with happiness. "Really?" he asked, squeezing Player's hand. "Really," Player confirmed, returning the squeeze. Barney leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Player's lips. "I'm glad, Player. And my best friend Roofus Ribbit saw everything he liked it."
Roofus is portrayed as a tiny bit dopey, as he seems to be always thinking with his stomach. Usually, his stomach craves Clucky’s delicious Almost-Chicken. He seems to be best friends with Barney Beaverton.
However, it seems that, due to Clucky possibly doing shady stuff involving the Almost-Chicken that makes it irresistible, Roofus has developed a horrific hunger for the stuff. He was also promised the player as a meal by Clucky, made possible by the chicken taking advantage of Roofus’ aforementioned hunger.
But as Roofus watched Barney and Player together, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He had never seen Barney this happy, this content. And it was all because of Player.
Roofus cleared his throat, making his presence known. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here."
Barney and Player jumped apart, startled. Barney quickly grabbed a nearby towel to cover himself, while Player simply crossed his legs, unfazed by his nudity.
"Roofus," Barney acknowledged, his voice tense.
"How long have you been there?"
Roofus shrugged, his eyes darting between Barney and Player. "Long enough to see what I saw." He paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And to hear what I heard."
Player raised an eyebrow, unperturbed by the frog's presence. "And what exactly did you hear, Roofus?"
Roofus smirked, leaning against the wall. "Enough to know that Barney here has a thing for you. And that you're not so bad yourself."
Barney's ears turned a shade darker, and he cleared his throat.
"Roofus, this isn't what it looks like."
Roofus chuckled, pushing off from the wall and hopping closer. "Oh, really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you two were having a pretty good time. And I must say, Player, you're even more... impressive in person."
Player smirked, uncrossing his legs and leaning back on his elbows. "Why, thank you, Roofus. I do try my best."
Barney shot Player a warning look, but Player just grinned wider. Barney sighed, running a hand through his fur.
"Roofus, this isn't the time. We were in the middle of something."
Roofus waved a dismissive hand, his eyes never leaving Player. "Oh, I know. And I must say, I'm impressed. I didn't think you had it in you, Barney."
Barney bristled at the comment, his hackles rising. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Roofus chuckled, hopping closer to the pair. "Oh, come on, Barney. You're a big, strong beaver, but you're also a bit... vanilla.
You're all about the nine-to-five, the white picket fence, the 2.5 kids. I didn't think you had it in you to... explore." Roofus gestured vaguely towards Player, a suggestive smirk on his face.
Barney stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "First of all, Roofus, my personal life is none of your business. And secondly, I'm not as vanilla as you think. I have desires, needs, just like anyone else."
Roofus held up his hands in mock surrender, still grinning. "Hey, I'm not judging.
In fact, I'm impressed. I've never seen you like this, Barney. It's... exciting," Roofus said, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "But tell me, Player, what's your take on all this? What are you getting out of this... arrangement?"
Player chuckled, unruffled by Roofus' directness. "Well, Roofus, I'd say I'm getting quite a bit out of it. Barney here is an excellent lover, and quite satisfying to be with.
He's gentle yet firm, knowing exactly how to touch me to make me feel good. But he's also a bit... vanilla, as Roofus put it. I can tell he's never explored much beyond the missionary position and some oral sex. And while that's all well and good, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I've always been more adventurous in bed, and I yearn for someone who can keep up with me, someone who can push my boundaries and make me feel alive.
Barney has the potential to be that person, but he's still holding back, still playing it safe. I think he's afraid to let go, to truly unleash himself."
Roofus listened intently, his eyes darting between Barney and Player. "That's interesting," he mused, stroking his chin. "So, you're saying Barney needs a little... encouragement to fully embrace his wild side?"
Player nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Exactly.
And I think I have just the thing to help him overcome his inhibitions," Player said, a sly smile spreading across his face.
Roofus raised an eyebrow, intrigued. And what might that be?"
Player reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, discreet bottle. He held it up, the liquid inside catching the dim light. "This," he said, a wicked smirk on his lips.
Barney's eyes widened, recognition dawning on his face. "Player, what is that?" he asked, a note of caution in his voice.
"I've heard rumors about that stuff, Player. It's not something to mess around with."
Player chuckled, uncapping the bottle and taking a swig. He swallowed, licking his lips, and handed the bottle to Barney. "Relax, Barney. It's just a little something to... loosen us up. Help us explore each other better."
Barney hesitated, looking at the bottle warily. Roofus, however, snatched it from Player's hand, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I've never tried this before.
Are you sure it's safe, Player?" Barney asked, still eyeing the bottle warily.
Player grinned, taking the bottle back from Roofus and handing it to Barney. "Trust me, Barney. It's perfectly safe. It's just a little something to help us both relax and enjoy each other more. Think of it as a... lubricant for the mind."
Barney took the bottle, still looking uncertain. "But what if I don't want to... relax too much? What if I want to stay in control?"
Player's grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Player: Trust me.
Barney hesitate for a moment and drunk the bottle
.
Barney: What should I feel?
Player: Just relax, it will take a few minutes to kick in.
Barney laid down next to Player, his head resting on his furry chest. Player ran his fingers through Barney's fur, feeling the beaver's muscles relax under his touch.
Player: How do you feel now?
Barney: I feel... good. Really good. My body feels light, and my mind is... calm but excited at the same time.
Player: That's the liquor working. It's lowering your inhibitions, making you more open to new experiences.
Barney: New experiences?
Like what?
Player: Well, for starters, have you ever considered trying something... different in bed?
Barney: Different? Like what?
Player: Have you ever thought about being dominated, Barney? About giving up control and letting someone else take the lead?
Barney hesitated, his breath hitching slightly. He had never considered it before, but the thought sent a shiver down his spine. He looked up at Player, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Barney: I... I don't know, Player. I've always been the one in control.
The one calling the shots. But with you, Player, I feel... different. I feel like I could let go, give in to my desires, my fantasies. I've never trusted anyone enough to do that before, but with you... I think I could."
Player smiled, his fingers still playing with Barney's fur. "I'm glad you feel that way, Barney. Because I think you'll enjoy it. I think you'll enjoy letting go, trusting me to guide you, to show you new pleasures."
Barney took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving Player's. "Okay, Player.
I trust you," Barney said, his voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach. "What do you want me to do?"
Player's smirk returned, and he reached out, tracing a finger along Barney's jawline. "First, I want you to undress for me. Slowly."
Barney's heart sped up, but he complied, sitting up and beginning to unbutton his yellow shirt. He took his time, his eyes locked with Player's, building the anticipation. Once the shirt was off, he stood up, unbuckling his yellow gloves and dropping them to the floor.
He then slid his suspenders off his shoulders, letting them hang loosely on his muscular arms. His large hands reached for his pants, unbuttoning them slowly, inch by inch, teasing Player with glimpses of his fur-covered abs.
Player watched, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're doing great, Barney. Keep going."
Barney nodded, pushing his pants down over his hips, revealing a pair of black boxers that left little to the imagination. He turned around slowly, giving Player a full view of his toned backside.
Player let out a low whistle, appreciating the sight. "Now, turn around and take off the rest," Player commanded, his voice low and authoritative.
Barney faced Player again, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers. He paused for a moment, looking into Player's eyes, before slowly pushing them down. His erection sprang free, standing proud and erect, a testament to his arousal.
Player's eyes widened slightly, impressed by the sight. "You're beautiful, Barney," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Barney blushed at the compliment, his cheeks turning a shade darker.
"Thank you, Player.
I... I'm glad you think so," he stammered, still standing naked before Player. Player's eyes traveled up and down Barney's body, taking in every inch of the beaver's muscular form. "I do think so, Barney. In fact, I think you're absolutely exquisite. And I want to explore every inch of you."
Barney's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly. "Explore?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Player smiled, standing up and walking towards Barney. He stopped just inches away from the beaver, their bodies almost touching. I want to explore every inch of you. I want to know what makes you tick, what makes you moan, what makes you squirm with pleasure." Barney's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving Player's. "And what about you, Player? What do you like?" Player's smirk widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, Barney. I'm glad you asked. You see, I have a few... preferences.
Player gave him a blowjob , taking his time to lick and suck him, making him moan and squirm with pleasure. Then, he flipped him over and fucked him from behind, gripping his hips tightly and slamming into him with a force that took Barney's breath away. He whispered dirty things in Barney's ear, telling him how good he felt, how tight he was, how much he loved fucking him. Barney came undone, his body convulsing as he came harder than he ever had before.
Afterwards, they lay entwined on the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths ragged.
Roofus Ribbit was panting from masturbating to the scene , and his eyes were wide with disbelief. "Wow, Player. I had no idea you were so... skilled."
Player chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow.
Barney rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. "I must admit, Player, I feel... different. Lighter, somehow. Like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."
Player smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of fur behind Barney's ear. "That's the liquor, Barney.
It's still in your system, helping you feel more relaxed, more open to new experiences," Player explained, his voice soft and soothing. "But it's also brought something else to the surface - your true desires, your deepest fantasies."
Barney nodded, digesting Player's words. "I see. So, this... this is who I really am? Underneath all the construction helmets and safety goggles?"
Player chuckled, "Something like that, yes. And I, for one, am glad you're exploring this side of yourself.
It's a beautiful thing, Barney, to discover what truly brings you pleasure, what sets your soul on fire," Player said, his voice filled with sincerity.
Barney smiled, looking down at his hands, which were still trembling slightly from the intensity of their encounter. "I never thought I could feel this way, Player. I mean, I've had sex before, but it was always... vanilla, like Roofus said. It was never like this. Never this raw, this real, this... liberating."
Player reached out, taking one of Barney's trembling hands in his own and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"You're not alone in this, Barney. I'm here with you, every step of the way. And I promise, we'll explore this new side of you together, at your pace."
Barney looked up at Player, gratitude shining in his eyes. For everything. I don't know what I would do without you."
Player smiled warmly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Barney's lips. "You don't have to worry about that, Barney. I'm not going anywhere. Now, how about we clean up and get you dressed?
We don't want Roofus here getting any ideas about joining in, do we?" Player said, a playful smirk on his lips as he glanced at Roofus, who was still watching them with wide eyes.
Barney chuckled, sitting up and stretching his limbs. "No, I think one audience member is enough for tonight," he agreed, standing up and gathering his clothes. Player stood as well, helping Barney pick up his scattered garments.
As they dressed, Player couldn't help but steal glances at Barney, admiring the beaver's muscular form as he pulled on his pants and shirt.
Barney caught Player looking and smirked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Like what you see, Player?" he teased, buttoning his shirt slowly, giving Player a tantalizing view of his fur-covered chest.
Player grinned, not bothering to hide his appreciation. "Always, Barney. You're stunning."
Barney blushed at the compliment, but his eyes sparkled with confidence. "You're not so bad yourself, Player. In fact, I must say, I quite enjoyed our little... encounter."
Player chuckled, pulling on his own clothes. "I'm glad to hear that, Barney.
I enjoyed it too," Player said, flashing him a wink as they finished dressing. "But tell me, how are you feeling now? Any regrets, any second thoughts?"
Barney shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No, none at all. Actually, I feel... liberated. Like I've finally let go of something I've been holding onto for a long time. It's a strange feeling, but it's good."
Player smiled, pleased with Barney's response. Remember, there's no judgment here.
Everyone has their own desires, their own fantasies. And there's nothing wrong with exploring them, as long as it's safe, consensual, and makes you happy," Player said, his voice gentle yet firm.
Barney nodded, looking down at his hands, which were now steady. "I know. It's just... it's all so new to me. I never thought I'd be the type to... to enjoy this," he said, gesturing vaguely between the two of them.
Player reached out, tilting Barney's chin up with a finger. "There's no 'type', Barney.
Not when it comes to sex or pleasure. Everyone's different, everyone's desires are unique. Hell, even I have my limits, my boundaries," Player said, his expression softening. "But I want you to know that I'm here for you, every step of the way. We'll explore this together, at your pace. And if something doesn't feel right, or if you want to stop, just say the word."
Barney nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I know, Player. And I appreciate it.
I really do," Barney said, his voice filled with sincerity. Player smiled, giving Barney's chin a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Good. Now, how about we get out of here? I don't know about you, but I could use some fresh air after all that."
Barney nodded, following Player as they made their way back through the dimly lit halls of Clucky's. Roofus Ribbit trailed behind them, his eyes still wide with disbelief. "So, what now, Player?" Roofus asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you and Barney...
Player: No we were just helping a friend in need.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Roofus: Oh come on Player, I saw the way you two were looking at each other. There's something going on there.
Player: (smirking) Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. But it's none of your business, Roofus.
Roofus: (pouting) Fine, fine. I won't pry. But if you ever need a third wheel, you know who to call.
Player: (laughs) I'll keep that in mind, Roofus. Now, let's get out of here. I'm starving.
Barney: See you around.
He left with Roofus, leaving Player by himself in the dimly lit halls of Clucky's. Player let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He leaned against the wall, his mind racing with thoughts of Barney and their encounter. He had to admit, he felt a strange connection with the beaver, something he hadn't felt in a long time. But he also knew better than to get too attached. After all, their relationship was built on a lie, on Clucky's manipulative games.
Suddenly, a voice echoed through the halls, making Player jump.
"Player, my boy! I've been looking for you." It was Clucky, his cheerful Southern drawl filling the air. Player rolled his eyes, pushing off from the wall and heading towards the sound of Clucky's voice.
"Clucky," Player acknowledged, finding the anthropomorphic chicken in his office, surrounded by stacks of papers and empty Almost-Chicken buckets. "What do you want?"
Clucky looked up, his derpy eyes widening in innocence. "Why, Player, whatever do you mean? Can't a friend just want to check in on another friend?"
Player raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Cut the crap, Clucky. What do you really want?"
Clucky chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Alright, alright. I must admit, I do have an ulterior motive. I've been hearing some... interesting things about you and Barney."
Player stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?"
Clucky waved a dismissive hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, come now, Player. You don't have to play coy with me. I know all about your little... encounter.
I didn't think you had it in you, Player."
Player crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "And what exactly did you hear, Clucky?"
Clucky grinned, steepling his fingers beneath his chin. "Oh, just that you and Barney were getting... close. Very close. And I must say, I'm intrigued. I never pegged you for the type to get involved with one of my employees."
Player shrugged, nonchalant. "People change, Clucky. Besides, it's not like we're in a relationship or anything.
It was just a... physical thing," Player said, downplaying their encounter. Clucky raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "A physical thing, huh? Well, I must say, I'm impressed. Barney's always seemed so... vanilla. I never thought he had it in him to get down and dirty like that." Player bristled at Clucky's words, feeling a sudden urge to defend Barney. "Don't talk about him like that, Clucky. He's not some piece of meat for you to objectify." Clucky held up his hands in surrender, a smug smile on his face.
"Woah, woah, woah. I didn't mean any harm, Player. I just meant that it's nice to see Barney stepping out of his comfort zone, that's all. And you, of course, are the one who helped him do that."
Player uncrossed his arms, his expression softening slightly. "Yeah, well, it's not a big deal. It was just a one-time thing."
Clucky leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Is that so? Because from what I heard, it sounded like quite the... experience.
Clucky pressed a hidden button and Player fell through a trapdoor ending the chapter.