Ducky's tale
By Nanten Beoulve
Adam, Amanda, Katie, Tori, and "Ducky" © NB

Adam had just left Ducky's office in the building next to where he used to work. The pudgy white feathered duck, Dr. Howard "Ducky" Duckman, waddled back to his chair and sat with a loud creek. He flipped open his notebook he uses to jot down things Adam brings up. Some of the older notes on this page were just more of the same from before, Adam had a lot of emotional problems when Katie passed away, but recently there has been little need to make notes. Ducky put the notebook away and opened his desk drawer, taking out a brown, leather covered book.

(Begin journal entry)
I’ve been seeing to Adam for the last eleven, perhaps twelve, years now. But even before the first time he walked into my office as a patient I knew him. Before the accident his wife, Katie, was a patient of mine. I remember her coming in almost daily or if not coming here then making a call to the office or even my home number. I rarely give my personal number out but she was a special case. Five years before Adam came to me he and Katie was living the life of newly weds. The law firm Adam worked for had just promoted him to a partner position which was his main reason for asking Katie to marry him, he knew that no matter what he'd be able to give her everything she needed or wanted. At the time Katie worked at her parent's Ma and Pa restaurant a few blocks away from here. She didn't get paid much but she knew if she wanted to move on to a better job her parents had plenty of friends that would help. It was January second or maybe the third when it happened: Katie had just clocked in and was in the back getting some meat from the freezer when she heard shouting coming from the front. Naturally she went to investigate, only to find herself face to face with a gun.

 Some men in masks had forced their way into the place and held each of Katie's parents in a separate part of the dinner. There was one that didn't have a gun that was trying to pry open the register while Katie's mother pleaded for her life. The register drawer flew open at last and the unarmed thief began to shove the money into a bag. The one closest to him that was watching her father had asked where the safe was. I had been there once or twice myself and even I could tell you there wasn't a safe in the building. When he couldn't provide the desired answer the man shot him, not in the head where he had been aiming but the chest. The moneyman ran out to their van that covered the entrance to the store so no one on the street could see in and came back with two cans of gasoline and ropes. The shooter grabbed a chair and shouted for Katie's captor to tie her in it. Her mother was beside herself with terror at this point and screaming until it was silenced with a single gun shot. The first shooter doused her father with at least half of one can while the second poured his can onto the floor and walls. Katie never said anything but I’m certain one of them had to make a reference such as "what a waste of good looking pussy" or something to that sort. Katie usually wanted to stop talking here but it didn't matter, I knew. The papers said the fire was started behind the counter, where her father would have been bleeding to death and spread through most of the room quickly. The fire station wasn't very far from there but anyone that read the papers knew it was the fire that killed her father.

 I can only imagine how terrified she must have felt in that moment.  It didn't take police long to capture the robbers, fate had conspired to have them pulled over for speeding and arrested for drug possession. After that Adam started brining her here for counseling, she had become afraid of leaving the house without him and often times had recurring nightmares of the incident. For a long time I had to prescribe heavy meds just to keep her calm during the day when she would be alone. Over the course of that year she did get better, but she still had the nightmares. In the second year of my treating her she announced to me she was pregnant before she had even told her husband. When it came time for the baby nine months later I twisted his bosses, an old acquaintance, wrist to let Adam have some time off to be with his family. It would seem the baby was just what Katie needed, her nightmares subsided and all her anxiety went away.

After Amanda was born Katie probably only came to see me three, maybe four times, for official visits. The rest were just the proud mother showing off her child to everyone in the office. When I picked up the morning paper thirteen years ago I felt my heart sink, there on the front page was the clearest picture of Katie's early morning crash. Even after all of our sessions Adam won't say why she was out that early on such a bad day. The rain was pretty bad but it was reported to have been much worse at the time Katie would have been on the road. The impact hadn't killed her just loss of blood from the gashes she received after crashing through the window, she had had been taken off by an ambulance but died only a few miles away from the hospital. Either way poor Adam pretended life was back to normal for awhile, he took Amanda to work with him if he couldn't get a sitter. But then came the break down: Adam had been placed on an important criminal case; he had been losing sleep trying to prepare for the court date and taking care of his little girl. After four days he cracked under the pressure of it all and completely trashed his office. It was probably the first time he had cried since Amanda was born.

For a long time he was the same as Katie, so emotionally scarred by what happened I feared he'd never be able to function normally again. I had him on a similar prescription as well as mandatory daily visits. Over time it seemed he was finding new ways to be hurt by the crash but I guess it's because of how sudden it was. This time I didn't need to twist my old friend's arm, he knew life had become too much for Adam. And I think it was only right he was given a "paid vacation" for as long as he needed it. After today I think he's finally back on the road to recovery and maybe when Amanda is a little older, or at least able to take better care of herself, he may return to the firm....
(End journal entry)

Someone lightly knocks on the door then cracks it enough to peep in. "Oh, Tori. I didn't think it was time for our session yet.” Ducky took out his gold pocket watch and compared it to the wall clock. "Well no matter have a seat, we'll just have more time than usual." Ducky strode over to the door and looked out, "Anymore appointments today?" The receptionist looked at the schedule and shook her head. "You can go home early then, I'll close up when I'm done with this client." She quickly packed her things and pranced out, locking the door behind her.  Ducky closed his office door and locked it as well, he turned to find the fifteen year old panda completely undressed and lounging on the couch. "How I wish I had a camera.” Ducky chuckled as he removed his own clothes. He and Tori had been meeting this way for two years now, her father had been killed in front of her when she was younger and she had been brought in for anger management when she was thirteen. But all she had really needed was a man to love her and show her physically. It had started when she proclaimed she was in love with Ducky, he had tried to call another shrink but the little panda had unzipped his fly and popped his avian cock in her mouth before he could even finish dialing.

Tori moved so Ducky could lie on the couch the tip of his dick was already peeking out, but being in his late forties it needed a little help. Tori got on her knees and started licking his crotch. Ducky patted her blue hair and caressed her black cheek; her fur was the reverse of normal panda color, as his cock grew to its full eleven inches of length. Tori immediately hopped onto the fat bird’s lap and rubbed her blackish cunt against his rod. "Your a tease, you know that?” the old bird laughed. "You know I don't like the taste." she giggled, "Besides, you don't last as long if I get you off so soon." Ducky cupped his wings under her ass and lifted her until his prick laid against her slit then lowered her and watched his red penis sink into the dark hole. Tori let out a low moan as her tight sex was penetrated; she pawed at Ducky's feathered balls until he was all the way in. She positioned her legs next to his and started to bounce on his crotch as he grabbed her D cup breasts, "Ooooh... I love it when you squeeze them." Ducky's wings groped and pinched the round furry orbs he held as the slightly chubby girl they belonged to rode his shaft. Tori knew this was his way of saying 'speed up' and started to bounce harder and faster on his pointed meat. She squeezed his smooth prick as hard a she could as she put her feet flat on the couch and rode him from head to base. The duck moaned and groaned before pulling her down by the breasts and gushing his load into her.

When his load was done Tori laid next to him and cuddled, she never cared if she came in the first round. Ducky was the kind of guy that took some time to really get ready, she usually blew him three or four times first before she's let him mount her. But it had been a couple of weeks and she got too eager to have him inside this time. The bird's prick was limp but didn't retreat as he still played with the teens large breasts. "Mmmmm... I love it when we haven't see each other in awhile. Your true sexual nature comes out and I get to enjoy you for hours at a time.” he smiled as she played with him back, waiting for him to get hard again so they could continue their 'session'.