A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal Entry
My name is Melvin, and I'm what you would call a troubled individual... No.
[A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal Entry]
I was right here, at my typewriter of all places. I was actually doing homework... what are the chances of that? I was in my room, minding my sense. But it doesn't matter - the more private the moment, the more intimate and innocent the circumstances, the more pleasure I witness in those china-doll eyes of hers.
I didn't even hear her coming.
History paper one moment, a gentle hand upon my shoulder next. (It's funny; when you're focused you kind of shut down your peripheral senses. Or I do at least. Fuck if I know how we survived as a species this way.) Then I smelled her - strongly. Peppermint on the tongue, a potent earthy musk on the nethers. I didn't even have to turn around; I knew the exact expression she wore. The curve in her bill, the slant in her eyes ... tonight she would be a predator, and I the prey.
"Oh Melvin, don't be so silly. Your opinions don't mean anything. You know that my love. You simply don't have a choice."
"No... not this time. You can't do this. I'm your brother. This is sick and wrong."
"Oh, you're the sweetest brother I could ask for... always spoiling me. Now get the fuck off that chair before I tear the back of your neck off... pumpkin."
"That's a bit more like it... now if only you were dressed for the occasion. But let's see what we can do about that, shall we?"
"Now I want you to start stripping - slowly - you can begin with that shirt, and ... Don't you fucking look at me! You keep your eyes on that mirror, got it?" With that she grabbed the base of my tail and pulled... hard. I'm sure the neighbors must have heard my yell, (or squawk, or yelp, or whatever the hell it is we platypi do when in immense pain. I don't think there's really a word for it.) The pain shot up my back, leaving a wake of fizzling burning sensations that sort of resembled pop rocks... but fucking hurt.
Sometimes I want to kill her.
Tears afresh in eyes, (more from pain now than shame,) I slowly lifted off my t-shirt, and let it fall to the floor. I could feel her gazing at the hazelnut fur upon my naked back, and sense the soft warmth of her breath. It's not often that I look into mirrors, with or without my sister's assistance, but I did that time. I looked over my milk-tan chest fur, with my conspicuously protruding nipple rings, and felt a growing chill. The thought occurred to me that I never know just what parts of my body Clarice has intentions of violating. I honestly think she just plays it by ear. It keeps things fresher, so to say.
"Woah-hoe-hoe! Going commando, I see! Isn't this a startling breakthrough in tonight's event?"
"Oh Melvin, don't look so mopey, and do try to enjoy yourself. You're a fag, aren't you? I think this might brighten your spirits."
Did I mention I sometimes want to kill her?
One paw caressed and grabbed my tail, lifting it ever so gingerly. The other stuck a claw up my asshole and pushed. The webbing prevented her from penetrating too deeply, but she still made sure it was felt. In fact, I'm still feeling it now. Every muscle in my body tensed up, and I began to whimper. I tried to squirm away, do anything I could to stop the unnatural and painful sensation, but each gesture of resistance was met with a harsher turn of the claw. Before long, I was bent-over kneeling on the ground, in full tears, and begging her to stop. It felt like she was tearing apart my insides. Bolt after bolt of pain shot through my body, carried on transits of nerves, to destinations that I never knew were connected to my tail hole. Twisting and poking and prodding, her claw worked me like a hungry desperate child.
"I wouldn't have to be so hard on you, if you'd only behave. Know your place, do as you're told, and I'm sure you'll see I have a much... warmer side. Oh Melvin, stop that sniveling of yours. You're almost beginning to make me feel bad."
Sweet release.
The claw was out. Call it an overstatement, but in my mind it was a bullet pulled from the wound. I soon felt one paw on the back of my shoulder, pushing me down to "all fours." I gladly submitted, as she shifted her weight upon my back, and rested her beak between my shoulders.
A small moment of clarity; the euphoric breath of air upon surfacing. Just enough time to calm the tears, but not a whole lot more.
I squirmed a bit when the unexpected tongue began to work my back. So warm and wet at impact, so cold and sharp just a moment more. I could faintly feel her shaking near my backside - so discretely, it was like she didn't want me to know. The air plumed with her scent as the shaking grew more vibrant. I don't think I have to tell you she was holding me down with only one paw. My member betrayed me for a second time right then, edging ever so perilously to the opening in my sheath. I blushed once more.
"Well get up! We don't have all night you know."
"Oh pumpkin, you know that's what I like. Have you been working out lately? You're looking quite... supple."
"I'd have torn your asshole apart long ago if I knew it'd make you so cooperative, my dear brother."
"Oh Melvin, I'm so proud of you! You got an erection all on your own this time! I knew you had it in you."
Is it really true? Am I beginning to enjoy this?
Clarice took her paw out of my beak, and placed both upon my chest, pushing me backwards. She walked us to my bed and shoved me onto it with a surprising amount of force. I didn't have much time to think or react. My paws just instinctively positioned themselves in whatever way they thought best to catch the fall.
Modesty be damned.
My inner thighs felt the prickle of her claws before she parted my legs spread eagle. She took a long gander at everything my body had to offer, then planted her beak firmly beneath my testicles, applying pressure. So cold, so strange a feeling. She breathed in my musk, making a whistling noise from the nares on her beak, and giggled some more. My back arched. She moved in deeper. Another moan escaped my shuddering beak.