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#Angry Bird Shy Dryad Ship
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Hex awkwardly stepped towards Val with one of her chickens held casually in his mouth. The little animal wasn’t injured at all, for he was holding it gently, but it seemed strange that he even picked it up in the first place.
He proceeded to just stare at her…with the chicken very angrily complaining about this whole situation.
Val heard Hex's heavy footsteps and the squawking of the chicken and looked up from the painting she was working on. And immediately stood up to come over to him.
"H-Hex? Why do y-you have Henrietta in your mo-mouth??" She reaches out her arms for him to give her the annoyed chicken.
"What's g-going on?"
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@frostythots cont. from Meadow
Colorful blooms and tall grasses swayed around them in the summer breeze. Bright yellow sunflowers, white daisies, lavender and magenta cosmos. All splashes of color along the banks of the river that separated the meadow from Val’s pumpkin field.
Hex’s feathers tickled her back as his body overshadowed her. His nibbling on the back of her neck made Val shudder and moan softly. Her dark green tresses spilled over one shoulder and lay across the ground. The crown of her head ringed in a coronet of hyacinth, gladiolus, and the bright red of the pomegranate blossoms that always grew with the rousing of her passions and hormones. The very air was sweet with the aphrodisiacal pheromones' the flowers were expelling. Like the scrumptious flavor of a ripe pomegranate. Made Irresistible for her mate. 
Val’s freckled cheeks were flushed in embarrassment and delight. This was all so scandalous... and wonderous. These sensations she was experiencing. That she'd only ever felt splashes with the few times they had tried necking and fleeting little touches.
Her form rocked with each of his gentle thrusts. Each time his member slid slick against and between her sensitive folds. She'd gasp and her thick lashes would flutter. Eyes a dark blue now. 
"H... Hex.... th-this f-fe-feels good.." she breathed, and reached up behind her with one hand to run her fingers through his soft feathers along his face. As her other hand clenched in the rich earth and grasses beneath them.
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