Crossing Animals
A Naughty Tale of Duckyberg
By Bahlam

Chapter One - Gold in the Grass

Shanee struck the rock with her shovel. It shattered, sending fragments flying into the surrounding grass. Left lying there was a shiny gold nugget.
“Ha! Yiss,” she said, “I knew that rock didn’t belong there.”
The duck picked up the nugget and kissed it.
“One more of these and I can get another piece of gaudy furniture for my back room.”
She sat in the grass and rubbed the precious metal against her fluffy chest.
“You’re momma’s shiny lil’ one, aren’t you?” she said.
She heard a ding.
“Ugh,” she said to herself.
Frank ran up to her and wiggled, obviously wanting to talk.
“So I heard you had yourself a gold nugget,” he said, “And it so happens I’ve been wanting one of those for so long. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to part with such a thing?”
Shanee looked up at the hulking green eagle looming over her. His physique was quite muscular and from her perspective she could see other attributes. Her eyes were drawn to the fluffy feathers between his legs.
She flopped on her back in the grass, looking up at him from an even lower perspective. She could just see the pink pucker of his cloaca. The duck rubbed the cool nugget of gold against her soft white chest feathers.
“What would you be willing to offer,” she asked, “in exchange?”
Her pointed tongue lingered over the words.
“Well,” he said, looking down at her curiously, “I have 868 bells in my pockets.”
“Silly bird,” Shanee said, “You don’t even have pockets.”
“Um, Mayor” Frank said, hesitating.
“But I can see something you do have from here.”
Shanee sat up and licked the nugget. She looked up at Frank seductively.
“Let’s go down by the waterfall for a… workout session,” she said.
The duck got up and took Frank’s wing.
“Come on,” she said, “and then maybe I’ll let you have my nugget for free. It’ll be like playing games with campers for furniture.”
“Oh, yeah,” Frank said excitedly, “I like that idea.”
Shanee waddled ahead of the eagle, wiggling her tail feathers in a way she knew made her white lace skirt swish and showed off her fluffy hindquarters to best advantage.
She had been keeping an eye on Frank since he first moved to town a week earlier. At first he seemed like a stiff and cranky but she was starting to like him. He had sent her a letter with a Sleek Bed attached. Maybe he was suggesting something, despite the gaudy looking black and chrome furniture set it came from. She thought about her favorite Princess Bed and the fun she’d had in it with Rosie and Julia. The thought of that bird’s warm cloaca made her feel hot and tempted to feather her own little slit.
As she led Frank through the bamboo forest she felt the warm summer air on the curly tip of her cock. She looked back at Frank, who was stumbling clumsily over shoots. She giggled and felt her dangling cock head rub against her feathers.
She waddled right up to the water and unfastened her skirt. She held it in front of herself and placed the heavy nugget in the grass.
“Now take off that silly Aloha Shirt and come in the water with me,” she said.
Shanee tossed the skirt at Frank and hopped in the water. Her buoyant ducky butt bobbed on the surface. She paddled around, her curly cock wiggled in the cool water. She always loved that sensation. But putting it someplace warmer was even better.
“I wasn’t planning on going swimming today,” he said from the shore.
He held the skirt awkwardly, not knowing what to do with it.
Shanee paddled up to the shore in the bubbling water.
He walked up to the shore and sat, putting his feet in the water.
The duck paddled right up between his legs.
“You look so handsome from this angle,” she said.
Shanee reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. She nuzzled his chest with her beak and wrapped her wings around him inside the blue shirt. He smelled so sweaty and  masculine, like he’d been working out in the warm summer air.
“M-Mayor,” he said, “I think I know what kind of workout you want to do.”
“So…“ she asked, looking up at him seductively, “is it the kind of routine you’re into?”
“I-I think it might be good to try…”
The eagle leaned back, exposing the pink slit between his legs.
Shanee lowered herself, nuzzling her beak into the feathers and sniffing his crotch. His scent was sweaty and inviting. She lifted his legs and took hold of them with her wings. The puffyness of his legs was mostly feathers but she could feel thick muscles beneath.
She licked, running the length of her long pointed tongue over his cloaca, then wrapped her beak around it. She gently probed with her tongue, finding that he didn’t taste like much of anything at all. Julia’s bird hole always tasted of sweet pre-cum until she let loose and came. Her thick peacock semen had a savory umami flavor to it. She made the cutest squeaking sound when she came and always seemed embarrassed afterward.
As she licked, the sweet taste of avian pre-cum reached her tongue.
“Oooh, Shanee,” he said.
His hole loosened up and Shanee probed deeper. The eagle gasped and she tasted something thicker for a moment.
“M-Mmmayor,” he gasped, “I think I’m going to…”
The duck felt the eagle’s hole spasm around her tongue. A flood of thick bird semen filled her beak. She pressed herself against his hole and gulped down as much as she could. Little squirts came out of her nare and one hit her in the eye as her bill overflowed.
She withdrew her tongue and lapped the lips of his cloaca as another spurt came out. She lapped it up and sucked his sticky feathers. The duck licked up all the semen between his legs and rose out of the water. The eagle lay sprawled on his back, his Aloha Shirt spread around him in the grass.
Shanee rose out of the water and kissed him on the beak. She shared the taste of his semen with him and wiped a great glob of it from the top of her own beak where the overflow had squirted out.
“I think you were a bit full,” she said, “How long has it been since you had a good beakjob?”
Frank lay in the grass groaning, his beak open.
Shanee put her sticky feathers in his mouth, spreading his thick bird semen on his tongue. She climbed atop his prone body and kissed him on the neck.
“Now,” she said, “Would my big manly workout partner like to return the favor?”
“Uuh, umm…” he moaned, “What do you?”
Shanee pressed her crotch against his. The tip of her curly duck cock pressed against his opening. As she raised her head she saw a flash of blue fur behind the red hibiscus at the water’s edge. She giggled, realizing that a naughty pussy was watching them.
“Since we’re warmed up,” she said, “We could do some heavy pumping.”
“M-Mayor?” he asked, “I-I thought…”
“Thought I was?” she asked.
“I thought you were a girl,” he said, “Haha, but you’re a twink duck? That’s awesome.”
“Silly boy,” she said, “I thought you were a gossipy bird. Didn’t anyone in town tell you that I’m both?”
“What?” he said, “I didn’t believe it. June told me but I thought she was lying.”
“Why would she?” Shanee said, “She’s seen things and she’s from the islands too. It’s Pancetti who lies about everyone.”
“So, anyway,” Frank said, looking away, “there are no guys in town who are interested. I hit on Julian the day I arrived but he’s straight, as far as I can tell. It’s kind of lonely living in a town with no other guys who want to… work out. But I figured one beak was as good as another whether you’re a girl or not.”
“As far as Julian,” Shanee said, “He isn’t into animals. He clops to human porn. Rosie watches him through the window sometimes. Go figure. And if you’re into guys and don’t mind that I’m a bit of a girly duck we could get a good thing going here.”
“That’s so awesome,” he said, “I didn’t think I’d ever meet…”
“A trans-ducky?” Shanee said, “I’m a true herm though. So watch where your eagle juice goes or I could give you an egg.”
Shanee wiggled her hips, grinding her curly tip against his cloaca.
“So, you wanna breed?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah,” he said, “Now that I know you’re a guy, kinda, and a bird with a cock even. Kissing cloacae is nice but I love feeling a guy deep inside when he cums.”
“Unf,” she said, “Naughty bird. I’m going to fill you up something good.”
She ground her hips against his. Her curly tip pressed into the warmth of his cloaca and she felt the wonderful feeling of letting loose as it sprang forth and drilled itself into his hot depths. It slid in easily, his cloaca already being well lubricated. She pressed their bodies together until the lips of their cloacae met. The soft kiss felt so good. She nearly let loose at once, a little spurt flowing forth.
Frank looked up at her. His tired looking eyes were filled with love and longing. She bend down and turned her head aside and deeply kissed his beak. Their tongues entwined in the depths of his cavernous eagle beak as she humped against him in the grass.
She raised her head and let out a little quack.
“Ooh, uh,” she moaned, “oh Frank…”
Shanee let her cum flow forth. She filled him with her seed and quacked loudly as she came, her hips driving their cloacae together. Overflow spilled onto the grass.
“Frank…” she said, holding him close as her orgasm subsided.
“That was so good,” he said.
“For me too,” Shanee said, is her curly ducky dick slowly withdrew.
She reached between her legs and stroked both their holes as her cock retracted.
The duck put her sticky feathers into the eagle’s beak. He sucked them clean.
“Aaah,” Shanee said, “that was so good.”
She kissed him on the beak and waddled back to the water.
She wiggled her butt in his direction. Cum dribbling from her pink hole.
“You can have my nugget,” she said, “You earned it.”
“Hey, though, Mayor,” he said, “I don’t want to. I don’t want to feel like…”
He got up and took off his shirt.
“How about we trade?” he asked, “My Blue Aloha Shirt for your Gold Nugget?”
Shanee paddled over to him, leaving a swirl of cum in the water in her wake.
“Sounds good to me, sweetie,” she said.
She raised her wings and Frank slipped the shirt onto her.
Shanee swam around in a little circle and sniffed the shirt.
“Something to remember you by,” she said, “Stay feathery, loveybird!”
She watched his bare broad back disappear into the bamboo forest.
The duck took off the shirt and hung it on an azalea bush.
Shanee swam over to the falling water and ducked under it. The water pounded on her back but ran off, not wetting her body. She opened her beak and washed out the remnants of bird cum, letting the water squirt out of her nare. Then she swam back out of the falling water and shook herself.
The duck swam over to the red hibiscus flowers on the shore and splashed water at them.
A cat squealed in her hiding place.
“Have fun wet pussy?” Shanee asked.
“Hey,” Rosie shouted, “You could’ve gotten my phone wet!”
“Don’t tell me you recorded that whole thing?”
“Not all of it. I think I missed you putting your cummy fingers in his mouth. I came so hard I almost dropped my phone.”
The duck put the blue shirt on then turned away and wiggled her tailfeathers.
“That’s too bad,” she said, “We’ll have to do it all over again tomorrow.”
“I hope!” the blue cat said.
Rosie crouched by the water, exposing her bare wet crotch.
“Oh my,” Shanee said, “What do we have here?”
“Hehe,” Rosie said, “I think I drank too much bubble tea.”
“Well,” Shanee said, “at least it’s not coffee. That stuff makes your pee taste awful.”
The duck swam up between her legs and opened her beak.
Rosie parted her lips and let loose. Her stream landed right in the duck’s beak as she came closer. Shanee grabbed the kitty’s hips as she put her beak right up against the kitty’s wet pussy. Pale yellow urine filled her beak and poured down her neck into the water.
Shanee guzzled down as much of the cat pee as she could handle then licked the cat’s wet pussy lips until they were thoroughly clean. She licked her bill lips and kissed Rosie’s clit hood gently.
“Want to play, kitty?” she asked.
“Eeh,” Rosie said, “Maybe later. I’ve been pawing so much I’m sore.”
“That’s okay,” Shanee said, “I think I’m spent for now too. That didn’t take long but it’s always fun breaking in a new resident. He’s going to be leaking duck cum all day.”
The duck hopped out of the water and wiggled her tailfeathers.
Rosie said, “Lets go down to the beach and lie in the sun for a while.”
“Screw that,” Shanee said, “I’m going to the island. Want to come?”
“Do I?”