youve brought up sexual dimorphism and my mind immediately went forcemasc with the 141
idk enough about animals in general to add details but the sizes in particular with the seals u just posted. like omg force fed by the team to gain weight bc females are lighter and 'youre clearly not a female'
This but with northern cardinal!reader??
Price taking one look at you, wings a dusky brown, and snorting. A hand reaching out to pinch at feathers and ignoring the way you yelp, "The hell's wing with your wings, kid?"
You furrow your brows, a bit insulted. Sure, you're not the prettiest gal, but by cardinal standards your wings are fine! You hardly get a word into your explanation before Price is frowning, hand coming up to grab your bicep, and the other one pulling out his phone. He sends a text you can't see then looks back to you "no they don't. You think that's what yer wings should look like? Fuckin' poor excuse of feathers is what that is. Cmon, me and garrick will fix 'em"
Which is how you end up here, in the base showers. You should have been more resistant, but you've always been self-destructive. Letting your superiors use you, or that's what you hope, isn't anything new. Call it self-destruction, call it fun. Either way, you don't mind. Sleeping around and hoping you'll finally find what every woman tells you about.
Your clothes had been swiftly removed by Kyle, a fellow cardinal hybrid. He's grinning at you like he's been given a delicious treat, manhandling you to kneel. Looking up to his captain as his fingers tug your wings open. "You need to hold still, okay? Price doesn't have the patience for squirming. The first time he did this he threatened to break my wings, so just- hold still?"
Which only makes dread pool in your stomach. What the hell does that mean? Silently, you are a bit curious. Your body at least seems to have guesses, judging by the way you're dripping, wings shuddering where Kyle touches them.
The only warning you get from Price is a "don't flinch" before large palms are scrubbing right against the dawny feathers at your back. The sudden pleasure arching through you, and thank god kyle switched to holding your shoulders, because his steady hands are the only thing stopping you from collapsing with pleasure.
"What– what are you doing–" you try to peek behind your shoulder, but Kyle grips your chin and forces your lips against his. Prices hands never stop moving, shoving over delicate feathers and lifting layers to rub at sensitive roots.
Just a few passes has your muscles locking up and orgasm rolling through you, quickly building to overstimulation as price just doesn't stop. He grunts when your wings snap closed in an attempt to push his hands away "Garrick, get him on the floor. Kids fighting it too much."
Kyle is happy to oblige, shoving you chest-first into the cool tile. Conveniently at the perfect position for him to grind his clothed erection against your face. God, you can hardly think with prices hands right back on you, mouthing at whatever Kyle wants. Your mind slowly melting away until all you can do is huff and try to stay conscious. "youre doing good. Just let price work, okay?" Kyle coos.
Finally, finally price's hands back away from your wings. Giving your hip a solid pat as he grunts and stands up. You don't try to move, boneless. Wondering what the hell this was all about when cold water suddenly splashes over your feathers and has you squawking indignantly.
Very much awake and sensitive wings screaming, you can only whine as your feathers are doused in ice-cold water. If you were more awake, you'd notice the red seeping into the drain. Presently, all you can do is cry in overstimulation until your vision darkens and you actually do pass out.
You come to in a warm bed, not your own, pressed in between bodies. Your instincts don't seem to mind, and they're usually right, so you let it be. Then the memories, that may have been a dream, of the shower come back and you're sitting up abruptly. Pulling your wings in front of you but– those are not your wings. They're bright red with a smoky undertone and undeniably male.
The body you were just lying on shifts, and Price sits up to watch you. He chuckles at the way you twist and turn to look at your back. "Like them, kid?" He pinches a primary and god– yeah those are your wings, "told you we'd fix them. Now you look like a proper fuckin' man, right?"
What. A man? You shoot up and duck into Price's bathroom. Stand in the mirror for a very long moment. You....you look like a guy. An actual, genuine man. Huh.
You...you actually do like them. Alot.
