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CHAPTER 4:
WET & MESSY
The walk from the park to the pond-side townhouse she called home was a blur for Shirley. Plucky was doing his best to wow her with his conversational skills though Shirley had long-since relegated his voice to the status of ‘white-noise’, which was for the best as far as she was concerned. Plucky could only move his beak so long before he put both webbed feet in it. It didn’t take her more than ten minutes at the party to realize that the longer she listened to Plucky, the more likely she was to hear something that would put murder her mood. So, she made her usual nods and mm-hmms’s, with the occasional ‘Like-Sure’ and ‘Uh-huh’ thrown in for good measure while her attention was focused far away from her body. She called the skill ‘Auto-piloting’. It allowed her to keeping up the appearance of attention while she astrally projected consciousness was focused elsewhere. So, while she walked alongside her date, Shirley’s attention was centred squarely on the antics of two young bunnies.
She didn’t consider it spying, after all they weren’t indoors or anything and those picnic spots were public spaces. It was fair game. Though what was meant to be a quick peek turned into quite the voyeuristic indulgence, and as enthralling as the scene was, Shirley was far from happy. She though Babs would have been content with third base. She was wrong. Meanwhile she was stuck with Plucky, who was too busy listening to his own cheesy one-liners and double-entendres to actually *do* anything.
Shirley pulled the plug on the vision and returned to her own body. If She didn’t need ti see to know what was going to happen after Babs went on her back in the grass. What Shirley needed was to focus her attention on getting her own night into gear.
Thankfully, if there was one thing she could count on, it would be Plucky putting the moves on her. It was pretty much a daily ritual for them, and while she didn’t actually dislike the attention, Plucky was best taken in small properly spaced doses. Still, she found his persistence and devotion to be one of his best traits. Aside from that little deviation with Margot Mallard from Perfecto prep, Plucky never hit on any other girl at school. Plucky had his flaws, but Shirley saw quite a bit to like in her green feathered friend.
“If he’d only stop flapping his beak for two minutes.” she thought to herself. Still, she knew it was only a matter of time before Plucky’s come-on, and from there all she’d have to do is say 'Yes'. So for the rest of the walk Shirley actually listened to Plucky, even firing back a few quips of her own.
It wasn’t nearly as bad as she had thought.
“…Are you-like serious?” Shirley said without so much as a token attempt to hide her disbelief.
"I know what I saw Shirl. My eyes don’t lie. Arnolda was packing heat—if youknowwhatImean.”
“And just how’d you figure that out?”
“Well I was at the drink line with them. I had just generously allowed Arnold to go ahead of me. When Mitzy and Dizzy walk by.”
“Mitzy huh?” Shirley murmured, fixing Plucky with a calm yet ominous gaze.
Plucky was fast enough to read the meaning of her look, “Not what you think Shirl.” he said, waggling his hands defensively, “It was only passing look. “
“Like-Suuuure it was.” Shirley replied, narrowing her gaze. The ice got just a little thinner.
“Hey, my eyes may wander but they always come back to you.” said Plucky as he pressed his cheek to hers.
Shirley laughed, “That—was the corniest thing you’ve ever said to me Plucky,” then she gave the green duck a quick peck on the cheek, “And the sweetest.”
Plucky’s face went from Green to red, but he had a story to finish and that he did. “So, uhm, anyway. Pretty much every guy at the table turns to give Mitzy the eye, So while they were all looking I decided to help myself to some punch. That’s when I notice Arnolda sitting off to the side and she was watching with the Mitzy rest of them.”
So far so Plucky, Shirley thought, “Maybe she-like swings both ways. She does look kinda, you know, butch.”
Plucky nodded as he continued. “Good Guess. That was my first thought. ‘Least until I saw the tent she was pitching in the front of her dress.”
Shirley laughed and Plucky joined her. It may have been Plucky’s imagination but it made for a heck of a laugh, she could just imagine the look on Arnold’s face when he found that surprise package.
“You think Arnold, like, knows?”
“I dunno Shirl but he’ll find out. Then again this is Arnold we’re talking about.”
“Gaw, So I-like wasn’t the only surprised to see Arnold with a girl.” Shirley said. As much she tried not to make assumptions it was hard for her to see the self-absorbed beefcake as anything else.
“Jury’s still out on the ‘Girl’ thing.” Plucky said, snickering just a bit. “I’m thinking if the coin landed the other way Arnold would ben wearing the dress and make-up.”
They laughed but the joke lost it’s edge very quickly when Shirley noticed they were already on her lane. She was running out of time. The night was almost over and the most she’d be able to tell Babs about would be sharing a silly story about Arnold’s date.
It was time to take matters into her own feathered hands.
[***]
To the outside world she was just listening to Plucky chatter on. However inside her own head she was having a very different discussion.
“Okay girls, it’s, like, do or die time. We need a plan.” Shirley said to the other two. One was a haloed version of herself whom she called Annie. The other, who was casually filing her nails, donned horns and went by the name Dee. She was not so naive to think of them as her good and bad sides; they were both good and bad. She preferred to think of them as her inner moralist(Annie) and pragmatist (Dee). In practice the two often contradicted each other. Shirley as herself, was the realist, the centre and typically the tie-breaker.
Dee was the first to speak, “We could just, you know, jump him. Not like he’d mind.”
“And, like, totally bury our self-esteem at the same time.” The Annie responded.
“Yeah I hear you Annie. But if we don’t do something Babs will never let us live it down.” Shirley said with a sigh. She was getting desperate enough to consider Dee’s suggestion.
Annie turned to her, her tone becoming quite soft, as it was when she wasn’t addressing Dee, “Why do we even care about the bet? We have nothing to, like, prove. We should just have our own good time and some junk.” Annie was not wrong, but both Shirley and Dee set a gaze that crushed any hope of that.
“Alright.” said Dee, “What if instead of jumping him we instead put on some feminine charm. You know, say you want to walk a little longer. Blow in his ears. Get him all worked up. Til he jumps you. He’ll feel like a stud and you’ll win the bet.”
“That’s not a bad idea Dee.” Shirley said. She could always count on Dee to keep her eye on the prize.
“But that would be kinda like lying to Plucky and using him. Major negative Karma.” Annie quickly countered, again weathering the withering gazes of her compatriots.
This time Shirley sighed and nodded in agreement. “You’re Right Annie.” Shirley said, “But how do we-?”
“Why don’t we like, just tell Plucky the truth?” The answer was uncharacteristically pragmatic for Annie. Shirley looked to Dee who simply shrugged.
“I’m down for that.” said Dee, “We give him a choice and if he says yes we ride him guilt free.”
Annie quickly added, “With our self-respect mostly intact.”
Shirley thought. “What if he says no?” Now it was her turn to feel the gaze of Dee and Annie.
“As if!” the all chimed in chorus.
They all shook and Shirley snapped back to reality. Not a moment too soon either. Looking around, it didn’t take a second for her to recognise the walkway they were stopped at as her own.
[***]
“...Well Shirl, guess this is where-”
“Hang on Plucky. Something I need to say.” Shirley said, after taking a deep breath.
Plucky flinched, “What’s the matter Shirley? Look if it’s about the Elmyra joke—”
“—Here’s the thing.” Shirley said, cutting him off. “I-like have this bet going with Babs about which one of us will have the hottest after prom story…”
Plucky blinked, stunned in to silence. Not a good sign but once she saw the grin that was slowly spreading across his face she knew he’d made a guess what things meant.
“So we going for third base?” Plucky said; gleefully rubbing his hands in expectation.
“Let’s just say, the rabbits are knocking it out of the park right now. So what’ll it be Plucky? You in this to, like, win or what?” Shirley said, making as much a plea as she was an ultimatum.
Plucky’s eyes narrowed deviously. “How badly do you want to beat those hoppers?”
“I’d honestly consider a threesome with Fowlmouth.”
“Then do I have an idea for you.”
[SCENE WIPE TO WEENIE BURGERS]
Weenie Burgers. Not the most romantic spot in Acme Acres but it was the closest place Plucky could think of on such short notice.
“This is your big plan Plucky? Dinner at Weenie Burgers.” Shirley then sighed and hung her head,, “I should have gone with Fowlmouth.”
Plucky only smiled at her, “Trust me Shirl.”
He held the door open and a minute later they were both seated in what to Shirley had to be the dingiest booth outside a dock-side dive. The table cloth had stains that looked older than she was. She could only hope those were ketchup and mustard stains.
“Leave it to Plucky to pick the worst-” then the thought interrupted itself.
The flickering bulb above them, the dingy booth, the unwashed table cloth; It looked horrible enough to the eyes, but something didn’t fit. She’d been to this weenie Burger dozens of times. She could easily pick out the window seat where just last week she and her friends indulged in a particularly juicy bout of gossip. At not once, in all those visits could she remember seeing -any- booth or table looking so absurdly disreputable. Looking around, she counted four other booths in a similar state of similar state; a couple were even occupied, though the lighting and angle made only permitted vaguest of details to the casual eye. It almost seemed…
”-what is this duck up to?” she wondered.
The waiter, a freckled and acne-cursed teen whose voice had not yet decided on an octave, came quickly enough and Plucky made the orders. A McWeenie Jr. Deluxe for himself, with extra fries and a large onion cake for himself and a veggie wrap for her.
Shirley didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know there was more going on in that casual exchange than was obvious. Once the pimple faced teen departed, she turned to Plucky.
“Okay Plucky. Like, what’s up?” she asked, folding her arms.
Plucky calmly met her gaze and smiled, “What’s ‘up’ Shirley m’dear, is you going down under. If you get me drift.” he said, waggling his brows.
Shirley’s face lost a bit of colour. She knew what he meant. After all she’d seen Babs give a very good demonstration of it. It sent a shudder of disgust through her.
“Eeeeeww.” she groaned, her face going pale, then a little green, then strangely she began to flush hotly about the cheeks. The idea of being under the table repulsed her, but the thought of what she would be doing under the table…
Plucky grinned, “So whaddaya say Shirl?”
“Like, no way Plucky.” Shirley replied, “I mean we’re in a family diner. There are people here. It’s just-”
“—Just the sort of thing to put you over the top with Babs.” Plucky said.
“Say what now?” Shirley asked, disgust and revulsion roughly shoved aside by curiosity.
“Think about it Shirl,” Plucky began, “Those two are rabbits. You don’t out-hump rabbits. So we out freak them.” He then leaned in, slipping an arm about her shoulders, “Anyone can do blow jobs in a bedroom. Doing it in a diner. Now that’s a story.”
It made sense. Surprisingly good sense, considering who it came from. Babs and Buster had already gone the distance. If she played safe, she’d at best have the same story of what got shoved where, at worst she’d come up with something boring.
She was about to pass the idea to her two inner consultants when Plucky added,
“Orrrrrr. We could just call it a night and leave it at that. We don’t-”
Shirley didn’t didn’t even let him finish before she dove under the table cloth. She was not going to lose to Babs on this one, and Plucky for his part, was not about to waste any time. Shirley only hoped no one notice the extra webbed feet under the tablecloth.
She put her hands on his knees and leaned forward. Plucky was already showing just how much of a grown duck he was. Five inches. He was even bigger than Buster. That’s at least one win in her corner. She took hold of the base of that shaft and steadily worked her fist up and down for a minute before leaning in and flicking her tongue over the swollen bell.
“Gag me with a spoon”
By the time she closed her beak about the head, she was already outside her own body. Much like her auto-pilot, it was a trick she used to get out of physically unpleasant situations. She had complete control over what sensations she actually felt and her actions albeit from a the third-person perspective.
From her astral vantage point just outside the booth she saw herself, just barely, under the table. What was more intriguing was the look on Plucky’s face. Shirley was about as innocent as Babs when it came to such things, she knew exactly what a blow-job was and how much boys loved it. What surprised her was that she was apparently very good at it, judging by Plucky’s expression.
“Is this, like, one of those hidden talent dealies or what?” she mused to herself as she watched; each passing second arousing more than mere curiosity. What did it taste like? What did feel like?
“You know. It’s not going to be much of a story if I can’t-like tell anything.” She recognized the inner voice as belonging to none other than Dee.
It was a flimsy pretext, but it would do Slowly, she her other senses to return to her. The gritty feel of the floor on her knees, the darkness under the table. Then Plucky’s rather overwhelming scent. Not the cheap cologne he’d doused himself with, but his natural scent.
”Why does he ever cover that up?” she thought.
It would be another minute before the combination of curiosity and arousal would coax her all the way back. The taste was, something she could get used to—if she tried. She’d only bobbed her head two more times when she felt Plucky’s body spasm, heard him moan, and tasted something slimy and salty in her mouth. She didn’t need to guess what it was. If nothing else Shirley knew she’d one-upped Babs on cum-swallowing.
Another minute and she pulled herself up from under the table and into the seat beside the panting green duck with a smile.
“Not bad Plucky, but I, like, gotta powder my beak a little.” she said before easing herself out of the booth; a sultry sway added to hips and playful wink over her shoulder. Once she was out of sight, she hurriedly fished a pack of tic-tacs from her purse. It’d be empty before she set foot in the bathroom.
She would never get used to *that* taste.
[SCENE WIPE TO BATHROOM]
‘Powder my beak’ she’d said. More like scour her beak. Three mouthfuls of water and a pack of tic-tacs weren’t enough to dislodge that cloying aftertaste. She liked the taste of Plucky’s dick just fine, but the cum…
“How Fifi does it I’ll never know.” she muttered to herself.
“Oh come off it. You enjoyed it” said Shirley-Dee, appearing as an apparition to her right in the mirror. “And just so you know, denial is just lying to yourself and will totally mess with your chakras.”
“Okay, Okay. I admit it. That was kinda…well, Hot. But the taste.” she said, and her self-honesty was enough to appease the spectre that Dee. It wasn’t like she could even lie to herself with a straight face, not with her panties as wet as they were. Just thinking about what she’d done; the very idea that anyone who turned their heads could have seen her brought a radiant flush if red to her face.
Then, as she was rummaging through her purse for another mint, she felt Annie’s psychic tap on her shoulder. “Just so you know, Plucky’s sneaking up behind you.” the inner voice said with a playful titter.
She turned and came beak to beak with Plucky, He was grinning ear to ear. She on the other hand, was was considerably less pleased about the situation.
“Plucky!” she gasped, then hushed her voice down to whisper, “What are you doing in here? This is the girl’s bathroom.”
“I had another great idea of course.” he replied, slipping his arms about her.
“Well go outside and wait I’ll be-mmmph-” Shirley started to say before Plucky sealed her beak with his.
It wasn’t the sloppy sort of kiss he usually tried to push on her. No, this one was different; twice the passion, half the drooling, and a lot more tongue. He squeezed her breasts; thumbing over her nipples through the sequined fabric of her dress with surprising care. He’d been practising. That much was certain. Then, his hands roamed over her hips; pulling up her slinky gown. Shirley had long guessed at Plucky’s plan and she again found part of herself eager for the forbidden thrill, even as it repulsed her every moral fibre.
When he pushed her up and back onto the sink counter she parted her thighs around his waist. His hands were already under her groping and caressing over her smooth thighs and feathered derriere. It didn’t take him long to find the surprise she’d lept for him; tt was enough cause a startled double-take before painting a sly expression over his face.
“Why Shirley T. Loon, are you wearing a thong?” he said.
“What if I am? You, like, gonna to do something about it?” she whispered in a sultry voice—or at least her best imitation of one. She was not as practised with such things as her friends.
Plucky’s answer came as a sharp tug that tore the scandalous underwear away. The slippery thrust came after, sending a shudder through her body. It felt bigger than it had in her mouth, but it was an easy entry. His dick was still spit-slick and she was wet. It was not how she imagined her first time; in the bathroom of a restaurant, on the counter no less. But the raw thrill of it was electric. The heat, the excitement, the fear of discovery…it was all an intoxicating combination for Shirley.
She wanted him to hurry and yet at the same time wanted to savour every minute. Then came Annie’s inner voice. “Incoming!”
“Plucky!” she whispered urgently, putting a hand over his beak.
He stopped listened and pulled her off the counter staying firmly inside her and stumbled backwards. Shirley, wrapped her legs tightly around Plucky’s waist and, with a little telekinesis, opened the door to the nearest stall and aimed her stumbling boyfriend towards it. Luckily, the seat and lid were down.
[***]
They had only just shut the stall door when they heard the creak of the restroom door followed by footsteps, and lastly, voices. Female voices of course; teens if she was to guess. Shirley clapped both hands in a vice-lock around Plucky’s beak. She herself scarcely daring to breathe. They heard the foot steps. There were at least three, judging by the voices, one of which sounded a lot like Mary Melody. She would have died three times over if Mary, of all people, caught them; the girl was the biggest blabbermouth in Acme Acres; an unfortunate combination of a chatterbox with delusions of journalistic integrity.
Quietly, Shirley pushed Plucky back and turned to place her ear against the stall door. It was a stroke of luck she’d gotten the warning when she did. The three were none the wiser that one of the stalls was now a double occupancy. They would just have to wait quietly for a few minutes and then they would be able to sneak out. It was a thought that gave Shirley considerable relief. And then Plucky pressed close against her back.
“Plucky! Are you insane? they’ll hear!” Shirley whispered.
“Not if you keep quiet.” Plucky replied.
“Wha-mmph” she began only to have Plucky quickly stuff something into her beak; she didn’t even need a second to figure out it was the torn remains of her own underwear. She could taste herself on the damp cotton.
Again she felt Plucky’s hands roaming under her gown, pulling the back of the slinky thing up as he went. She didn’t stop him; arguing would only make more noise, plus, the idea was not without merit either. Doggie-style in a bathroom stall. Plucky was right about that much at least, this was something Babs would never do. She kept her cheek pressed against the stall door and listened to the girls outside while she braced her hands against the stall door and widened her stance as much as the tiny cubicle allowed and waited.
He took his time. Five seconds, ten seconds, a whole thirty passed. She could hear him behind her, moving about. She wished he’d hurry up and stuff her snatch already. But it wasn’t her snatch Plucky was aiming for.
It happened so quickly. She didn’t have time to protest. One second she felt that Plucky’s dick pushing between her feathered bum-cheeks, and the next he’d thrust himself three inches deep. Three thrusts later and he all the way in. Had the panties not been clenched firmly in her beak she would have blown their cover for sure; as is it was her muffled grunts and squeals was enough to catch the notice of at least one of the girls outside the stall.
“Did he have this planned from the start?” she wondered. But that was impossible. Annie and Dee both agreed on that point. There’s no way he could have known she’d say yes to the blow job, or anything that came after. Though she was very glad she had. It was painful, uncomfortable, humiliating, and, to she was loving every second of it. Every thrust, every buck, every smack he gave her rump. She loved it all!
Snaking a hand between her legs, she toyed with her clit while Plucky continued to poind in and out of her slick ass. She didn’t know how Plucky was keeping quiet but she was glad for it. The girls were certainly taking their sweet time. Then it happened. A sudden, powerful thrust. Her own climax followed shortly. She had to cram a fist into her mouth along with the panties to stifle her moans and squeals that time.
There were a few more thrusts after, but it was clear that Plucky was done, and when she was finally able to hear something other than her own pounding heart she noticed it was quiet. Quiet enough that she dared open the stall door to peek around. The restroom was empty.
[***]
By agreement she was the first to leave the bathroom. Her legs were still shaky and she ached in places she could never mention in polite conversation, A glance in the bathroom mirror showed her a positively disreputable portrait of herself. It took great effort to walk without so much as a hobble or wince as crossed the restaurant’s dining area in a straight line for the door. She waited outside in the cool night air for five minutes before Plucky joined her.
An hour later, Shirley approached the walk to her house for the second time that evening. The similarities between past and present were subtle but profound. Her hair was a mess, as was her dress. Plucky was no better; his was tux in seven kinds of disarray. The both looked like they’d been through a ringer of a night. But it was the sort of ringer that they’d be smiling about; even if Shirley’s smile was broken by the occasional wince as she walked.
“Well here we are Shirl.” he said, nodding to her walkway. “Some Deja Vu huh?”
Shirley nodded and took two steps down the walkway before turning, “Say Plucky. You Uhm-like, wouldn’t happen to have anymore ideas kicking around would you?”
Plucky stroked his beak his beak as he pondered. Shirley could practically hear the perverted gears grinding away in his head.
Then he answered “Well, there is one thing I’ve been dying to try, but it’s a bit kinky.”
“Plucky.” she replied, “You just butt-fucked me on the toilet in the ladies bathroom of weenie burgers———in the ladies bathroom.”
They both laughed. and Plucky nodded.
“Okay. Just remember, you asked for it. We’ll need a rubber hose, forceps, latex gloves, and some ice cream.” Plucky said, counting the items of on his fingers.
Shirley’s brain did a mental back-flip.
What in the name of the seven moons of Rygol did any of those things have to do with each other. Curiosity more than anything else sparked her interest. The more she tried to imagine the more she felt a familiar tingle between her thighs.
“Got everything except the ice cream. Would frozen yogurt do?” she asked.
Plucky again paused to think. “Yeah it could work. but I’m gonna need a ping-pong paddle as well then.”
Shirley laughed and held the door open, “We got one of those around here.”
[SCENE DISSOLVE TO PRESENT]
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