Wet Breakfast
By Bahlam

Themes: pee play & drinking, anatomically correct equine and duck genitals, gelding pony, oral, beakjob, cloacalingus, urethral penetration, oviposition, underwater, eating eggs, kissing

Shanee turned in bed and pressed herself against Leonard’s back. Her crotch was still moist from their play the night before and her feathers rather out of place. She nuzzled his ear but he didn’t seem to respond. Outside the window, the sky was starting to brighten.
She tickled his belly with her wing and he moaned a bit.
“That’s as good as a yes,” she whispered to herself, so quietly he wouldn’t hear.
She wriggled down under the sheets and nibbled his sheath with her beak. Her tongue slipped into the tight opening and caressed the head of his thick equine cock.
The pony moaned and rolled over. Shanee found herself on top and nearly straddling him now so she put her leg over and did it properly. The tip of her tongue found his urethra and slid in easily. She tasted sweet precum, probably left over from the night before.
The little white duck pressed her wings on his lower belly, feeling a noticeable bulge. They had had so much cider to drink the night before during their pee play session and she was hoping to get another taste. The pony groaned in response.
“Don’t do that,” he pleaded.
“Hmm, okay,” Shanee mumbled, not taking her beak from his sheath.
She stroked his sensitive perineum and ran a feather along the scar where his balls had once been. The head of his flaccid cock flared for a moment before subsiding. 
The duck, encouraged, drove her tongue deeper into his urethra and stroked her cloaca with her free wing while massaging the pony’s perineum with the other. She knew it was sensitive and loved to feel the pulsation there when he came. 
His cock slowly grew, pushing itself out of his sheath and into her beak. The rapidly growing head made her choke. Her tongue withdrawn, she grabbed the expanding cock with both wings, one already wet with her juices.
“Oh Shanee,” Leonard said, “I really need to pee right now.”
“Mmph,” the duck responded, now rapidly licking his shaft with her pointed tongue.
The covers fell away from the two as his cock grew. Shanee straddled his body, her own spiraling duck cock extruding from her wet cloaca. Leonard grabbed her hips and pressed his muzzle against her ducky butt. His prehensile lips spread it wide and his tongue probed inside.
“Wak!” Shanee quacked. Her cloaca contracted involuntarily, squeezing the pony’s thick tongue as her cock surged out onto the soft white fur of his belly. She pressed herself back against him. His tongue found something solid inside. He suckled her pink aperature and caressed the little egg deep inside.
Shanee panted, her hot breath warming the head of the pony’s cock. She felt her orgasm come close, then back off. Her cock was wriggling and looking for a place to go. Looking at the rapidly flaring equine head in front of her, she got an idea.
The duck put the pony’s cock between her legs and guided the head of her curly cock into his urethra. As a wave of pleasure overtook her, the slippery appendage surged and drove itself deep inside.
Leonard gasped, momentarily withdrawing his tongue from her backside. 
Shanee squeezed his flare with both wings and humped his cock, pushing it deeper and deeper. The pee hole was so tight but the pressure felt good. Her body convulsed as she felt an egg slip from her cloaca and onto the pony’s chest.
The pony’s flare pressed against her crotch asd her cock drove itself further until it encountered great tightness and a bend, then suddenly popped past it and into something warm and liquid.
Leonard let out a loud whinny as the duck’s cock burst into his bladder.
“Uhn, waaaak!” Shanee quacked as her release came. Duck semen spurted inside, swirling into the warm urine. Her cock spiraled deep in the pony’s urethra as his own orgasm came, lubricating the corkscrew with sperm-free gelding cum. It spilled between her legs and onto the pony’s chest, covering the freshly laid egg. She felt the waves of contraction running along his urethra as he came from the inside for the first time as they massaged her pulsing cock. It was a sensation she’d never felt before and it drove her orgasm to continue, spurting again and again inside the overly full bladder.
“Oh, uh, ohhhhhhh.” she moaned. Her cloaca pulsed, pushing out another egg.
Leonard licked her cloaca again, sending another wave of pleasure through her body but she didn’t squirt again. Her cock began to withdraw, completely spent. The pony’s cock was going soft too and Shanee caressed it with her wings. She watched as the flare subsided and her own cock withdrew from it with a tiny pop, followed by a little glob of semen.
She wasn’t sure whose semen it was but she held the softening head to her beak and gently licked it off, probing the now-slack urethra with her tongue.
“Uhh, that’s a bit sore now,” the pony whispered, his voice hoarse.
Shanee leaned back, squishing the eggs she’d just laid into the pool of pony semen on Leonard’s chest. 
“Wak!” she asked, “Did I do that?”
“Mmm,” Leonard responded.
He squeezed her hips and licked her cloaca, which elicited a louder quack.
Her cock had fully withdrawn and stayed put this time. By now the pony’s cock was soft but still hanging out of his sheath.
“I really need to go now, Shanee,” he said.
“And I need breakfast,” she said.
The duck rolled out of bed and grabbed the warm cummy eggs from the pony’s chest. She led him down from the sleeping loft and out onto the little dock built into her floating cabin. The pony’s soft cock wiggled and cast off droplets of semen as he walked down the stairs and out into the cool air.
In the pale morning light she licked the eggs clean in the most suggestive way she could manage without giggling. Then she surprised Leonard by nipping off the pointed ends of both with her beak and sticking them in her mouth. She slurped the contents of both at once and spat the empty shells into the water where they floated and slowly spun.
“Bath time,” she announced and hopped into the water. She bounced and floated on her buoyant duck butt. She gestured for the pony to follow.
His cock withdrew and his sheath tightened as soon as it hit the cool water. He slid in slowly until he was floating among the flowing foxtail and cattail stalks. 
Shanee rolled forward in the water, putting her ducky butt in the air and her head and the rest of her body below. Her beak found Leonard’s sheath under the water as he grabbed her hips. She wrapped her wings around him and suckled the tight opening of his sheath.
The pony felt the warmth and moaned. His cock slipped from its tight enclosure again but didn’t get hard, even in the warm duck’s beak.
“Shanee,” he said, “I’m about to…”
But she was in no position to hear him. She knew what he was about to do.
A flood of mixed semen and pony pee flooded into her beak. Curls of yellow and white swirled from the openings of her nare and the sides of her beak as it overflowed into the water. She swallowed as much as she could but there was far too much. His cock jerked and slipped from her beak as it subsided, a stream of yellow still flowing from it into the water. Tiny fish, disturbed by all the activity, fled from the spreading fluids.
Leonard gently kissed her cloaca.
Shanee tipped back up, floating there and grinning.
“Did you like that?” she asked.
Leonard whinnied and said, “It was definitely interesting.”
She stroked his wet mane and looked into his eyes.
“We’ll have to do that again,” she said and kissed him.