A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal Entry by Peppermint_Roo

A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal Entry

Story by Peppermint_Roo on SoFurryOctober 2007~16 min read

Peppermint_Roo, Harsh, Humiliation, Incest, M/F, Mild Abuse, Platypus, Teenagers

My name is Melvin, and I\'m what you would call a troubled individual... No. My name is Melvin Alexander Truefeather, and this is my stor... No. Hello. I\'m Melvin. I\'m a platypus of fourteen years, from the town of [], and I have a few problems. I don\'t know where to begin, how far I will go, or even how honest I\'m going to be with this. But even if I\'m lieing through my beak, I promise that all of this is true. It starts with Clarice. Clarice – my sister, my pure blood platypus same-mom-and-pop god damn sister. Blood, flesh, and... Christ, she\'s my sister. She\'s evil. She\'s the worst thing to have ever happened to me, and she won\'t stop until I\'m ruined. It\'s like you see in the movies, read in a paper, a flame spangled junkie strung out on a path of irrevocable self destruction. I am that junkie, and Clarice is my drug. You don\'t believe me, do you? I\'m sorry. I only write when I\'m upset, and I always end up so damned incoherent. I\'m not bad at writing, I\'m just lacking focus right now. She did it again – tonight, just a moment ago. It\'s the reason I\'m writing this, and the reason I\'ll burn these pages as soon as I\'m done. I guess I\'ve been doing this a lot lately; she\'s been doing it a lot lately. But if I write down the details, I can tell myself it\'ll make things better. Fuck it. Cut the foreplay. This is how things went down. [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. \"Clarice, no... I said no more. This is wrong.\"She moved her beak right up to my ear, so close I could feel her subtle but hot and sticky breath. She whispered in the sweat disturbing tone she saves exclusively for moments like these: \"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.\" My lower body grew numb. Images and thoughts slowly washed over me like a chill on a gloomy day. To deep shame, my member betrayed me ever so slightly, surely aware of what was to come. \"No... not this time. You can\'t do this. I\'m your brother. This is sick and wrong.\" \"You know what, Melvin? I think you\'re right. I\'m a terrible person! I\'m very sick and wrong. We need help, dear brother. So let\'s contact the proper authorities and fill them in on all the disturbing things I\'ve been putting you through. I\'m sure they\'ll be very sympathetic to hear all about how your twelve year old sister has been pressuring you into these nasty, dirty deeds. It\'s simply tragic how you popped my cherry, and there was absolutely nothing you could do to stop it. Poor, poor weak and tragic Melvin, you\'ll be the hero of the day when you gather enough strength to turn me in. Think of how proud dad will be to find out...\" \"Enough, you fucking sadistic bitch! What do you want from me!?\" \"Oh Melvi-boy... you know ex-Act-ly what I want from you, and exactly what I\'m going to get.\" Her webbed claws clamped down on my shoulder when she said this, and her tongue dipped out to lick the side of my face. The beginnings of a teardrop pressured against my lids, and once more I had the distinct sensation of dieing inside. It\'s a feeling that always seems to accompany giving up in defeat, and submitting to the will of my younger sister. I don\'t know how this whole ordeal started, but it\'s a self feeding mechanism. She has me where I\'m vulnerable, and we both know it. If I couldn\'t stand up for myself at the beginning, I doubt I can now. Confident in her power over me, my sister slipped her right paw to the back of my neck and sank her claws in the scruff. Her breath quickened, lapping into a gruff or two, whether she meant it or not. This was her moment of victory, the part I really think she likes best. Anticipation, for the better or worse, is sometimes more potent than the indulgence itself. \"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.\" I didn\'t answer her. I seldom talk during our get-togethers. It probably works out best for both of us that way. But rather, under the guidance of her harsh paw, I arose from my seat, and finally turned to face her. Pink dress, black tights cut off at the ankles, even the faintest touch of eye shadow: she pulled all the stops tonight. This was going to be a rough one. But still... festering with spite as I was, I couldn\'t deny that she was beautiful. My sister is the archetype of innocence and a childish teenage beauty. If Satan himself manifested onto our physical plane, he\'d surely take her form. \"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?\" With that she gingerly grabbed my paw, (not quite able to reach my neck anymore,) and lead me to the full length mirror on my bedroom wall. She stood right behind me, so close I could just about feel the heat radiating off of her. I closed my eyes, swallowed the lump in my throat, and obediently bended to her whims. We were well on schedule now; it was too late for any last hope of resistance. \"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. \"Awwww... did I hurt my pumpkin? I\'m sorry, but I have to discipline you when you break the rules. Just remember, no matter how bad things get, it always hurts me more than you.\" 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. \"Don\'t hesitate now – this is just starting to get interesting,\" Clarice sang as she slipped both paws around my waist, and ruffled my fur ever so slightly. I closed my eyes, chattered my beak, (nervous habit, really,) and brought my paws down to my jeans. I flipped open the button, let loose the fly, and, before I knew it, my pants were intimately acquainting themselves with my ankles and the floor. \"Woah-hoe-hoe! Going commando, I see! Isn\'t this a startling breakthrough in tonight\'s event?\" \"I... just recently got out of the shower...\" \"Yeah, and you just deprived me the pleasure of watching your undies hit the floor. This is going to cost you, boy.\" A deep, glowing blush formed at my cheeks, while my thick round tail lay limply tucked between my legs. My paws still hovered in the region of my genitals. No matter how many times she does this to me, I can\'t get over the shame and the weight it exerts upon my sense of modesty. \"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. \"Dammit Melvin, why do you have to be such a crybaby? You ruin all my fun, you know. I was just getting started, and here you are howling like a dog. Don\'t you have any dignity left in you?\" She paused here for a while, leaving her claw motionless, but still very much inside of me. Seconds, minutes, hell if I know... some arbitrary block of time was spent in pseudo silence, with just my sobs breaking the peace. \"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. \"How delightful... and Dad always says we can never get along. But enough of this. We need to get these silly pants off your ankles, and get you to some place that\'s more suitable. Don\'t you agree?\" Clarice made quick work of my straggling jeans and promptly lifted herself off me. I didn\'t look, but I heard her fixing the tights as she stood aside. It\'s funny ... we\'re both really modest. \"Well get up! We don\'t have all night you know.\" I lifted myself up, but my paws still gravitated towards my loin. I can\'t help it; I always feel so vulnerable when naked, especially around my sister. Clarice didn\'t protest though – I think my shame just gets her off even more. With a paw on my elbow, she turned me around to face her, and put on a great display of looking me over. \"Oh pumpkin, you know that\'s what I like. Have you been working out lately? You\'re looking quite... supple.\" Right in queue, Clarice slipped her left paw into my beak, and rubbed it across my tongue. I bet she thought it clever to have me taste her vaginal juices in key with the word, \"supple.\" As twisted and evil as she is, Clarice is just as big of a dork as I am. My sister has a very peculiar taste – I know well from experience. It\'s like a tangy fruit mixed with the silky butter flesh of a raw fish. (Don\'t knock me down for cliches. I\'m a platypus; I\'ve got fish on the mind.) But truth be told, I didn\'t resist... in any way. I swallowed my pride, and licked her paw clean. I went as far as teasing her webbing with my tongue, flicking it in and out between her paw digits, before I caught myself at it... and promptly stopped. That\'s also about the time I noticed my glans poking out of its sheath. Lead me not into temptation. \"Now you\'re thinking with the right head. If I didn\'t know better, I\'d say you were even enjoying this.\" She planted her right paw upon my milky chest fur, and teased me with a clench of the tips. I couldn\'t help but moan... much to my disdain and her delight. She uttered the most unnerving giggle, and wagged her tail about excitedly. The frills on her dress danced along with her, gleefully making swishing noises against her tights. I don\'t think she could have chosen a more potent gesture to remind me of my own nakedness. \"I\'d have torn your asshole apart long ago if I knew it\'d make you so cooperative, my dear brother.\" Her paw migrated south, batting away my modesty driven flippers, and exposing my genitals at last. My paws retreated behind my back, holding onto one another for comfort, as my cheeks turned a red hot hue of shame. I cast my eyes aside, unable to look upon her as she gawked at the little pink tip emerging from my swelling sheath. \"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. A webbed paw made its way to my cock, just in time to find it half-way out of the sheath. The blessed paw clasped tight. Good God, the grip on that girl is enough to make my member scream. A flick of the wrist, a curl of the digit, a twitch of the claw – two minutes was all it took to get me raging hard. My mind was a cacophony of divergent thoughts at civil war. This is so sick and wrong. This is surely the path to Hell, and we may already dwell beyond salvation. My sister is the worst thing to have ever happened to me. But sometimes... these are the best moments of my life. Eyes were shut tight. A thick and viscous cloud weighed heavily upon my mind. Electricity popped and hissed from within and without. My great orgasm shined in the distance, approaching like the rising sun; pulsing like the face of God. Twisting, pumping, grinding -- I didn\'t even bother to wipe the drool from my cheek. But then it stopped. Her doll face reappeared from beneath my testicles, and with it came a beak that was carved into the most sinister grin. I hoped it meant she was just having fun... I hoped she had humiliated and abused me enough for one night... but I knew better. [The page is torn at the bottom. No further pages have been found on this journal entry.]

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