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It was a late night at the grocery store. The lights were on but the aisles were empty. Closing time was soon so Derek-- a shorter blue coated pochard-- wandered the aisles, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

He looked across the checkout section to the office, where a businesswoman from corporate was chastising Derek's supervisor.

The middle-aged woman-- a loon of green and white feathers-- was wearing a pantsuit and heels and had her hair cut to shoulder length. The supervisor-- a white duck-- was chubby and just as middle-aged, wearing a tie over a collared shirt. His scaled feet were bare.

"This place is not bringing in as big of a profit as other locations," said Angeline.

"This place is remote," said Roark. "It's not going to get as much traffic as a place in the city."

Taking that as a threat, Angeline crossed her wrists on her hips and flashed a stance, showing off her large chest. "Is that so? Maybe we should close this location [i]down[/i] then."

Roark stroked a hand over his head and sighed. "We went over this with the other guy. Close this place down and you lose out on profit."

Angeline huffed. She had been had but couldn't believe it.

Derek watched the thing. Roark was a decent supervisor but liked to see his supervisor get taken down a notch. It wasn't looking the case, though, but Derek thought the stuck up bitch could have used an adjustment as well.

Derek was ducked behind a corner, cuddling to the aisle where the cereals were. Up behind him came Teri.

"What are you looking at?" asked Teri.

Derek was surprised but not enough to yelp. He looked behind to see his co-worker, the brown-feathered waterfowl still dressed in her apron and her hair back in a ponytail. She was in a pair of toeless sneakers.

"Watching the boss talk with the other boss," said Derek.

Teri cuddled close behind and watched with him.

Outside, the night was quiet. Crickets chirped and owls hooted from the nearby forest. The store, about 60 feet in length, was surrounded by trees.

That night, there was something truly unusual lurking in the trees. It moved through the forest and exited out to the back parking lot of the store. It moved silently, floating about the ground in a hover unaffected by wind, terrain, or even gravity.

It moved towards the grocery store, sensing the life signs inside. When it hit the brick wall, the creature melted into the surface-- unbarred by physical shapes.

Inside, the conversation between Roark and Angeline had ended. Angeline was out of there, but before she left she would do a quick look around to see if there was anything worth complaining about. She saw that some of the signs by the frozen turkeys were crooked but it was late at night and those problems weren't worth mentioning past ten o'clock.

When Angeline walked down towards the main aisles, Derek got busy scanning the cartons of beef broth to look busy. Angeline watched the young worker do his job.

Derek gulped when those sharp knocks of heel came his way. He didn't look up to address her.

"Ahem," said Angeline.

"Uh... hi," said Derek. "Hi boss. Or, uh... boss?"

Angeline drifted her eyes out and took her hands to her side in a judgmental stance. "So you are a stock person?"

"Yeah," said Derek.

"How long have you been here?" asked Angeline.

"Nearly two years," said Derek. "Wait, no... closer to one. Maybe one in a half?"

Angeline sighed. "I prefer one answer, please."

Something was wrong, though. And both of them sensed it. There wasn't a sound they could hear and they didn't smell or see anything, but something was nearby.

Just as they turned to look out the aisle that Angeline walked in from, the creature drifted into sight. It was about as large as a person, maybe smaller. But it floated above the ground with a despicable silence.

Angeline lost herself, stumbling back and so shocked she didn't know what to say. Derek stared at it. His mind assumed it was a crate since he had seen so many crates pass by the aisles. But the shape was rounder.

Before either of them could say anything, the creature turned to look at them. One moment, they had thoughts-- they were confused by what they were looking at and if it was dangerous. The next, their brains were empty aside from basic animal instinct.

Angeline stumbled on her heels. "U-urk?"

She fell over on her butt. It hurt.

Derek's mouth hung open, and he dropped his arm. Then he dropped the scanner, the device hitting the floor with a crack. The boy slouched over, relaxed. He let himself drool and stared into space, perfectly relaxed and not wanting to discover anything.

Angeline looked up at Derek, and smiled. She tried to get back on her feet but the heeled shoes were becoming a problem. She kicked them off and they popped off with little issue, letting out her scaled feet.

Getting up on her feet, she walked over to Derek and tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't respond.

"Arf?" asked Angeline.

Derek chuckled. "A-roo, aroo; argk?"

The boy walked off. Angeline held him to stay but he didn't obey. He walked off, looking to see if there was anything to be seen. Angeline watched him walk off but didn't follow. She took the other corner and walked down along the aisles.

Something caught her eyes. It was a package of rice, in shining plastic. She walked up to it and took the package with her hands, trying to rip it open but having no luck. She dropped it, and picked up another. A few tugs on the coating, a clawing at the window, but it didn't open.

She got angry and brought and arm across the shelf smacking a number of the item on the floor.

Roark heard noise and walked towards it from a few aisles over. She saw the business lady, frantically flailing her arms at the shelves.

Roark sighed. "I know that this store isn't the best one in the county, but this isn't helping things?"

Angeline turned to look at Roark and Roark got to see the woman stare at him with crazed eyes. What was her problem, Roark wondered. But as he stared at her feral eyes and her heard low muttering, he knew something was wrong.

"Uhh..." Roark had his arms out. "Now Ms. Angeline, let's get you into the office so you can lay down."

When Roark brought his arms close, Angeline growled-- drool falling down her chin. She held a defensive stance and swiped at Roark's approach. That didn't stop the man but he didn't know what he was going to do anyway. Angeline swiped at him again and then ran-- on all fours-- away, past Roark and into the main floor.

"Wha--?" Roark could believe what he saw but he followed the business woman running on all fours until she split into the aisle of dried goods and he lost track of her.

He turned the corner to see where she had gone but there was a smashing of cans on the floor like she had dove through the shelves to the other side. Roark backed up and checked to see if Angeline was in the previous aisle but couldn't find her.

"Just great!" he said.

Something was around. Roark looked scanned his surroundings but couldn't find anything. Then, some emerged from the aisle with the jellos. A strange creature that Roark couldn't make sense of. It moved through the objects like a cloud, but looked like a physical being.

It was only a few feet away from Roark when it looked at him and sent his mind back to the prehistoric age. The man's posture relaxed. His arms hung down, curving his broad shoulders. His gaze dulled and the man barely recognized the strange creature as it hovered right past him, through some more shelves, out into the main floor.

There was a young girl exclaiming "What the fuck" before her voice was replaced with primal grunts. The strange creature descended into the floor, it's body sinking into the tiles. The floor over took it starting from the bottom and wiping it away all the way to the top before it disappeared and the creature was gone from the store.

Derek walked around some more. He picked up a row of clips off the shelf and gazed at them. They were shining and see-through-- were they food? The duck took a bite of the plastic items and realized they were not edible. He put them on the shelf beside him and kept walking.

A temptation came over him, an urge to release. He stopped, squatted only a little bit, and his bladder relieved. The fullness of his internal bag softened as he let go. Something was wrong. There wasn't a stream in front of him. He looked down and saw some strange wrappings were around his legs, being assaulted by liquid. Wetness was riding down the clothes, leaving dark stains and sweltering drips onto the floor. A puddle grew at his feet. The feeling of warm wetness all over his waist and legs was gentle though.

He had to go number two, too. He relaxed his sphincter and emptied. The boy must have had a big dinner because he fired off huge logs into his pants. [b]*frrrt!* *fffrrrt!* *frrrt!*[/b] was his sound as big waste took to his underpants. Again, he was confused. Where was the poop? He felt a stickiness on his butt and knew there was a problem.

An aisle over, Angeline could hear dripping and smell the aroma from a young wanting man. She sniffed into the air, trying to find where the male was. She looked into the shelves, but the backing wall blocked her view into the aisle behind. She looked down and saw the pissed legs of a man and knew that was her target.

Tearing her jacket on a screw on the shelf, she climbed through to the other side where Derek stared at her climbing out of the bottom shelf with no enthusiasm.

The older woman got on her feet and grunted at the male, her huge breasts sticking out like she was serving coconuts to drink. Those got his attention. He reached forward and rubbed the top of the mounds, Angeline smiled and humming with delight.

Angeline looked at the male. He was shorter than her, and he had pissed his pants like a toddler, but she wanted him. She leaned forward to kiss her beak on his. Derek moaned and reached out to hold the prospect female. First he took her sides, but had to get a grab of those breasts again. They were [i]huge[/i]!

Angeline got tugging at Derek's apron, ruffling his feathers in the process. It hurt him but once Angeline got the apron over his head, he was happy. The apron was tied around his back but shifting around, moving his waist wiggled the apron to the floor where it soaked up some of the pee that Derek needed to release.

Derek took his hands on Angeline's collar and tugged, throwing the lady forward. She grunted in disapproval but Derek tried again. Angeline resigned to holding a firm stance while her lover got those clothes off of her. There was a tear and Angeline suit jacket tore from the top down. Derek snatched the bra along with hands full of shirt and jacket and he pulled down to let two big downy breasts out!

They smiled. Derek saw some huge breasts and Angeline was going to shove them into her lover's face. Derek stared at them, tongue hanging out and a boner building on his wet pants. He looked down and tugged at his tent, getting wetness on his fingers.

Angeline reached down between her legs and rubbed. She wanted it, but there was some barrier on her vagina. She tugged at the fabric.

Derek saw what she was doing and joined in, pulling his pants down, chuckling with delight. There was abrasive friction on his sides but Derek got his pants down, his dick pulled down by the waist of his pants. He tweaked it and let his cock flop out, the thing already at six inches.

Angeline liked the sight of the huge cock. She nearly panicked that she didn't have her vagina free. Getting angry, she took the crotch of her pants and pulled, tearing the garments at the seams. A blow of air touched her vulva and she knew she was almost home-free.

Derek got on the ground and struggled to get his pants and apron off his legs. He skeeted away from the puddle he made and dropped out of his urinated drawers. Standing up, legs bare and cock hard, he stared at Angeline trying to free her pussy.

It took one look at a vaginal lip to get Derek thinking it was go-time, his cock rising to nine inches. With Angeline's pants still on her leg, Derek walked up and stuck his cock into one of the tears on her legs. He had to navigate his rod around some panties, but he poked into her body and the large, long member found a hole to enter.

Angeline moaned. Yes, that's what she wanted. Whatever wrappings were on her body were not enough to keep her from the cock of a handsome male. Derek settled her against the shelf and wrapped his arms around her back as he thrusted. The businesswoman got lost in the thrill of having a big ram drill into her cave.

They moaned and grunted, two dumbed-down duck people that just needed to unleash erogenous fury. Maybe if they were still intelligent, they would do the same thing-- the same place, the same discarded clothes, but maybe Derek wouldn't have soiled himself before the act.

Angeline settled down to the floor and Derek followed her, spreading out his knees while Angeline stretched out her legs in the air in a V. She stretched out her tall legs out like TV attennaes. A hand went down Derek's back and Angeline pulled him closer, wanting him as deep as he could go.

"Urk! Urk!" grunted Derek.

"Oooooh!" said Angeline, "[i]Aaaaahh![/i]"

Their sounds echoed across the grocery store. If one paid attention, they could have heard grunts coming from the other side-- an older man and a girl. The sounds of both pairs was loud enough to overpower the contemporary pop music on the radio.

"Nnnnngh!" said Angeline.

It was coming. She gripped the shelf behind her and stretched out her legs so they were as horizontal as the horizon. Her crotch was wet with her fluids and the fabric only got more soaked when the duck began expelling her lady fluids. They whipped out of her vulva and splashed on the floor and her pants.

Derek's cock was a little burnt by the panties digging into the side of his cock but he took Angeline's cue to cum and let his testes flow, sticking potion bubbling up and racing up his shaft. He groaned as the deluge of cum spurted into the caves of the business woman.

He pumped and collapsed into Angeline's breasts. It hurt because Angeline's breasts were so firm, but the boy enjoyed it. He pumped into his lover as his mouth and tongue danced on a big breast nipple.

They settled their orgasm, Derek's body going limp. Angeline exhaled and held an arm around him. After a few seconds, Derek got up and pulled his dick out of Angeline's pussy. Silky cream hang off of his dick and drizzled the floor. Angeline got up, spiderwebs hanging from her center.

Derek still had his shirt on. He ripped it off. Angeline was still in most of her clothes-- she vanished her shirts and jacket and gave a second round to removing her pants. A lucky pull at her belt dislodged the hooks on the buckle so her belt loosened up and her pant let go, dropping to the floor. Her panties joined them, and the lady was happy to be naked.

Angeline and Derek explored the store, finding an equally naked Roark and Teri fucking in the middle of the floor-- doggystyle. It must have looked like a good position because Angeline got on her hands and knees and proposed to Derek. Derek got behind her and got fucking.

The two pairs switched couples and fucked well into the midnight hours. It was late and they needed to get home but they found a nice distraction...

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