“Alright, alright, scram, you dumb crows,” Mitchell says, waving away the crows from the cornfield, “Go on, get outta here. Beat it. Get. Shoo. Move it along, ya moochers.” The crows fly away, fearing for their lives at the sight of the scarecrow. He successfully wards off the majority of the murder of crows. But just as he starts thinking he’s gotten them all, something catches the corner of his eye. There’s still someone eating a cob. Aggravated, he storms over to the figure, saying, “Hey, did you not hear me, you stupid crow? I told you to get the hell away from here. Go on. Fly away or something.” The figure turns around, glaring at him. She swallows her mouthful of corn before saying, “I’m a raven, dickhead.” “I don’t care if you’re a whale. Get out.” “What if I don’t?” “Then I’ll have to make you.” “Alright. Go ahead and try it. I dare you.” Mitchell accepts her invitation, approaching her and grabbing her torso. She caws at him, flapping her wings, trying to escape his grasp. He then hastily carries her out of the corn field with her attempting to bite his hands to no avail. Once he gets to the edge of the field, he places her down, saying, “Don’t let me catch you in here again.” She scoffs before turning away, saying, “Whatever.” Mitchell then turns around to get back to work. But before he can even make it five steps, he hears the sound of plants rustling before hearing someone chewing. He turns back around to see her eating another cob of corn, giving him a smug smirk in the process. He walks back over to her, snatching the corn away, saying, “What did I just say?!” “To not let you catch me in there again,” she replies, “And if you hadn’t noticed, I’m nowhere in there. So I’m following your rules.” “Stop eating the corn!” “Yes, sir.” Mitchell turns away again, shaking his head in fury. But once again, he hears rustling of plants. He groans in anger, turning around again to see her dragging her tongue back and forth along the cob. “I’m not eating it, I’m not eating it,” she taunts, still guiding her tongue along the cob, “Ok, now you’re really starting to piss me off,” Mitchell says, “What’s your problem?” “What do you mean? I don’t have a problem. Do you have a problem, Mr. Scarecrow?” By this point, Mitchell is fuming. He palms his face, taking a moment to compose himself. She chuckles at his reaction to her antics before popping the cob in her mouth. Once Mitchell’s calm enough, he takes a breath before saying, “List-...” he opens his eyes to see her mouth stuffed with the cob. He pushes his annoyance to the side before continuing with, “Listen, Ms...” “Cherry,” she says, removing the cob from her mouth and lightly licking it, “Cherry, listen, I’ve got a job to do, ok? I’m supposed to stand in this field and protect these cobs. The more I do that, the more cobs the farmer has to send out to the world. The more he sends, the more money he gets. The more money he gets, the longer we get to live in this house. Understand?” “Yes, basic economics isn’t that hard of a concept. I don’t see what that has to do with me, though.” “Ok, what do you want? What’s it gonna take for you to leave this farm alone?” “What do you got?” “What do you want?” “What do you got?” “How am I supposed to entice you if you don’t tell me what you want?” “How am I supposed to negotiate if you don’t tell me what you got?” Mitchell sighs as his patience dwindles with each sentence. He then takes notice of something in the distance. Two crows are sitting at a nearby pond, cuddling each other. And not too far from them, two doves are kissing. He then pays more attention to Cherry, who’s sucking on the cob, gawking at her bare body. This sparks an idea in his mind. “Cherry,” he starts, grabbing her attention, “Do you have a mate yet?” “Nope,” she says, twirling the cob, “This season’s not that great when looking for hookups. These ravens are kinda jerks.” “What about the crows?” “What about woodchippers?” “Ok, I’m just saying that I have a suggestion for you that I’ll only go through with if you promise to leave the corn alone.” “And what would that be?” “I’ll be your mate for the season.” Cherry freezes in her tracks after hearing the suggestion. She gives Mitchell a look of disbelief. “You?” she questions, “Are you really saying that you, a scarecrow, wanna mate with me, a raven?” “If it’ll satisfy you enough to stay off the field, then yeah,” Mitchell answers, “Why not?” “Well, other than the obvious contradiction, how would that even work? Aren’t you just straws under that cloth?” “That’s actually not always the case. Sometimes we’re made from mannequins, which is the case for me. And let’s just say my manufacturer specialized in the mating field quite well.” Cherry sticks the corn back inside of her mouth, twirling it and sucking on it as she thinks about the idea. On one hand, she’ll finally have someone to scratch her itch that she’s been having since the season started, but on the other hand, she needs the corn so she won’t starve. After thinking it over, she pops the corn out and says, “Alright, you’ve got yourself a deal. BUT!...Only if you set aside twenty cobs for me every week.” “Two cobs and I’ll feed you a chicken that annoys me with them,” Mitchell counters, “There’s more than you’d think. Plus a biscuit from the gratuitous batch that the farmer always makes along with some mashed potatoes and gravy.” “Done.” “Alright, good. Now, meet me at the back of the farm in a few hours. I’ve still got work to do.” Cherry nods before placing the cob in her mouth, biting down on it as she takes flight. Mitchell watches as she flies away, already planning his date for the night. Once she’s out of sight, he goes back to tending the field. Hours pass and Cherry does as instructed, waiting for Mitchell to appear. Not long after she appeared, Mitchell shows up. “Hey, there,” Mitchell greets, “Glad you could make it.” “Just so you know, I’m only doing this for the food,” Cherry corrects, Mitchell then chuckles, noticing her hair. It’s gone from a raggedy ponytail to a kempt ponytail with bangs. “Kinda dolled yourself up just for a free meal, didn’t ya?” he questions, bringing a hand to her hair. Cherry turns her head away, blushing. “First impressions are always important, ok?” she lies, “Also, sue me if I just wanted to spruce up a bit. You could’ve made the effort, too, you know?” “What? You wanted me to wear a suit to dinner? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you thought this was a date.” Her face turns into a deeper shade of red at the insinuation before saying, “Just shut up and let’s get this over with, already. I’m starving.” He chuckles as he walks up to her. He brings his finger to her chin, turning her head to look up at him, saying, “You’re so cute when you’re lying.” He then leans forward, planting a kiss on her lips as he closes his eyes. It starts out light with Cherry hesitating to reciprocate. But after a few moments into the kiss, she finally does so, deepening the kiss and closing her eyes. Mitchell wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as she brings her hands to his chest. After a few minutes of their passionate kiss, they both pull away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes. Mitchell grins as he looks down at Cherry’s face. Cherry looks up at him, unsure of what exactly she’s feeling at the moment. Her body feels hotter and hotter by the second. And the look Mitchell is giving her is making her quiver. Mitchell brings his hand to her soft toned stomach, gently rubbing it. Cherry shudders at his touch as anticipation grows the lower his hand gets down her body. Taking note of the need in her eyes, Mitchell slightly lowers his hand more and more with each rub, earning more shudders from the bashful raven. “Is there something you wanna tell me?” Mitchell questions in a light tone, “Maybe something that you absolutely want?” Cherry turns her head away from him, blushing from his words. But once she does that, Mitchell raises his hand from her abdomen to her torso. She turns back to him, giving him a look of desolation. “A closed mouth never gets fed, Cherry,” Mitchell teases, “If you want something specific, you’re gonna need to tell me. How else am I gonna know? I can’t read minds.” “You’re such an asshole.” “Well, you’re at the mercy of an asshole. And the longer you take to tell me what you want, the longer you’ll have to wait for it.” Cherry starts to say something else, but Mitchell guides his hand back down her body, interrupting her thoughts. He stops right at the top of her pelvis, gently scratching her, earning light gasps in response. “Tell me what you want,” Mitchell whispers. Losing her mind with every scratch, Cherry finally gives in. She looks Mitchell in the eyes, saying in a meek tone, “L-lower.” “I’m gonna need more than a single word,” Mitchell replies with a grin. Cherry groans before saying, “P-put your hand lower.” “Where?” Mitchell asks in a stern tone, “Ju-...just...rub my-...Rub my pussy, ok?” Mitchell snickers at her before saying, “Alright. If that’s what you want.” He lowers his hand to her lower lips, bringing two of his fingers to her awaiting, soaking, slippery slit. He guides them back and forth, earning light moans from Cherry, who’s absolutely melting from the slight satisfaction. She instinctively starts rolling her hips, matching the rhythm of his rubbing and creating more friction from his touch, elevating the pleasure she’s feeling. Cherry is in heaven right now. Mitchell’s fingers feel absolutely incredible to him. And he loves the effect he’s having on her. “So needy,” he teases, “Such a needy pretty bird. You like those fingers on your little pussy, huh?” “Sh-shut up,” Cherry says through moans, “Oh, that wasn’t very nice.” Mitchell slows down his fingers, to Cherry’s dismay. “If you wanna feel good, you’re gonna have to be good,” Mitchell says, “Ok, ok, fine, I’m sorry,” Cherry concedes, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Now, please go faster.” “That’s better.” He quickens his pace again, earning moans from Cherry. He then guides her to the barn wall, pinning her against it as he rubs her faster. Cherry moans louder from the faster movements, savoring the various feelings. “Tell me you’re needy for my fingers,” Mitchell whispers, Cherry doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t want to give in that easily. But taht changes as Mitchell pushes harder against her, making her moan louder. “Say it,” he demands, “I-I’m so needy for your fingers,” Cherry obeys, “See? That wasn’t so hard, right?” “Mm-mm.” “Yeah, it isn’t hard at all to tell me how much of a needy little birdie you are, huh?” “Mm-mm.” “Say it.” “I-I’m a needy little birdie. I’m so needy for you. Now, please don’t stop. I’m almost there. It feels so good. You’re making me feel so good.” Upon hearing this, Mitchell decides to elevate the feeling even more. He slows down his movements again, this time positioning his fingers against her entrance. Before Cherry can voice her disapproval in his lack of rubbing, he slides his fingers inside of her, making her moan even louder. Not wanting anyone to wake up, Mitchell covers her mouth with her free hand as he starts sliding his fingers in and out of her tight pussy. “Shshsh,” Mitchell says, as she moans in his hand, “You wouldn’t want us to be interrupted, would you?” All Cherry can do is shake her head at the question. “Right. So keep your voice down for me, ok?” She nods her head at her request, trying to quiet herself down. “Good girl.” He pushes his fingers deeper, making it even harder for Cherry to stifle her moans. She tilts her head back, arching her back as Mitchell speeds up his movements. He feels her tighten more and more around his fingers, indicating that she’s reaching her limit. He then leans in her ear, whispering, “That’s right, baby. Cum all over my fingers. Yeah, be a good girl for me and cover my fingers in it. Come on. Let it all out.” After a few more moments, she obeys his command, squeezing her eyes shut as she practically screams in Mitchell’s hand, releasing her essence all over his fingers. She rolls her hips, riding out her orgasm as her body lightly spasms. Cherry feels like she’s been reborn. She’s never felt anything like that in her life. Throughout the few partners she was able to be with, not one of them made her cum like that. She feels so warm and complete. Mitchell gives her a moment to catch her breath as he slides his fingers out of her, observing the warm, clear, sticky mess she made on his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, licking them clean of her fluids. Loving the taste and wanting more, he decides to taste it straight from the source. He kneels down in front of her, hooking his arms under her legs before latching his mouth onto her pussy, making her moan as he collects more of her delicious juices on his tongue. Cherry’s just drunk with pleasure. She can’t even form the words to tell him how good it feels anymore. After collecting the rest of her fluids and lubing her nether regions with his saliva, Mitchell figures now is as good a time as any to give her what she’s been needing since the start of the season. He lowers her down to the ground, helping her to stay on her feet as her knees feel like jelly. He then stands up and helps her to a nearby hay bale, lifting her onto it and spreading her legs. After rubbing her little pussy for a bit, he removes the straps of his overalls, sliding them down to the ground and kicking them to the side, exposing his lower half. Upon seeing his exposed member, Cherry’s desire for it grows tenfold. She’s practically salivating at the sight of it. He’s surprisingly so much bigger than her previous mates. He grabs his shaft and guides it to her lower lips, grinding himself on her, making them both moan. He gives her a few more thrusts before positioning himself to the entrance of her pussy. He manages to push the tip of his cock inside of her, making her squeeze the hay as she moans. He then brings a hand to her thigh, spreading her legs apart even more as he pushes deeper inside of her, stretching her out after a few inches. Cherry squeezes her eyes shut, moaning even louder from the feeling of his cock pushing deeper inside of her, prompting him to stop so that she can adjust to his size. After moments of getting used to his member being inside of her, she gives him a nod, letting him know that she’s ready to keep going. Mitchell then starts slowly sliding his shaft in and out of her, adoring the tightness of her pussy as he continues his slow and steady pace. With each thrust, Cherry starts getting more and more drunk with pleasure. He feels so good inside of her that she’s losing her mind. “D-deeper,” she moans, “Go deeper. Please go deeper. I wanna feel it deep inside of me.” Mitchell wastes no time, granting her wish and pushing more of his shaft inside of her, making her moan slightly louder as she squeezes tighter on the hay. He then slightly speeds up his pace, earning more noises of approval from the raven. The look of growing satisfaction on her face and the noises that he’s making her do are turning Mitchell on more and more. He wants more. She wants more. Mitchell pushes the rest of his cock inside of her, leaning down to meet her face as he speeds up his thrusts even more. The two stare into each other’s eyes, moaning in pure ecstasy as Mitchell continues his quick pace. Cherry can’t believe he managed to make her like this. Her heart is beating a million miles a second. Her body feels so hot. She’s making such lewd noises and saying really perverted things. She never thought anyone would have this effect on her. And she likes it. She’s never felt more alive. She wraps her legs around Mitchell’s waist and brings her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. He brings a hand to her face, caressing it as he reciprocates the kiss. She then pulls away, saying in between moans, “I-...I wanna ride it...I want you to watch me-...Bounce on you-...Please-...please let me ride you.” Mitchell smirks at her before saying, “Whatever you want, pretty bird.” He switches their positions so that he’s sitting on the hay with her straddling his lap. He then brings his hands to her hips, guiding her up and down his length, matching his previous momentum. Cherry moans louder as she rides his member, not caring about being caught anymore. The feeling is mutual with Mitchell as he basks in the sounds of her enjoyment, watching as her perky c cup breasts rise and fall along with her movements. “Such a pretty bird,” Mitchell groans, slightly tightening his hold on her waist, “Sing louder for me, baby. Let me hear how good it feels.” He then starts thrusting his hips, reaching even deeper inside of her. Cherry obeys his order, moaning even louder in pure bliss as she tightens her arms around his neck. He’s hitting the perfect spot for her. She feels like she’s about to explode. “Yeah, that’s right,” Mitchell groans, “Let me hear those adorable little moans. Tell me how much you love it, pretty bird.” “I-I love it-...I love it so much,” Cherry moans, “It’s so deep. You’re so-...you’re so- agn~...You’re so fucking huge. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t-...Fuck! Keep looking at me. Watch me. Watch me while I ride you like this...I-...I-...” She’s interrupted with the powerful surge coursing through her body again getting stronger with each thrust. She moans louder and louder as she squeezes tighter and tighter around Mitchell’s cock. Mitchell’s not too far behind her. His body’s tensing along with hers with his cock twitching more with each descent. After a few more minutes of ecstatic enjoyment of both sides, both reach their respective orgasms with Cherry burying her head in Mitchell’s neck as she releases her fluids on his shaft, lightly spasming from the effects of her orgasm. Mitchell then follows behind, shooting his essence deep inside of Cherry, flooding her pussy. As both ride out their orgasms, Cherry rolls her hips, ensuring she squeezes every drop she can from her mate. Once they’ve both calmed down, Mitchell loses balance and falls back on the hay bale, embracing Cherry in his arms as both catch their breath. With each passing second, the realization of what just happened hits Cherry like a truck. The things she’s said are flooding back in her mind along with what exactly she just did. She just gave herself to a scarecrow. And she liked it. But she’ll be damned if she lets him know that. So in an attempt to dissuade any potential thought that he might have on the matter, she clears her throat and says, “Th-...that meant nothing. It also didn’t change anything either. I’m still just using you for food because I don’t wanna die of starvation. You know that, right?” “Sure, sure,” Mitchell says with copious amounts of sarcasm, Cherry pouts at his response, saying, “I mean it. That didn’t change my mind about our agreement. Don’t forget, your end isn’t fully fulfilled. You still owe me dinner.” “I know, I got it,” Mitchell replies with a laugh, “You have my word. As long as you hold up to your end and stay out of the corn.” “I already said I wouldn’t, didn’t I?” “Yeah, but now you need to make it official.” “What do you mean?” “Just a single word will do.” “And what would that word be?” “Eh, you know. It should be something you’re pretty familiar with. I mean, it’s nothing you haven’t said before. After all, to quoth the ra-” “Oh, shut the fuck up.”