Wendy McNutter, a 40-year-old single mom of two, was spacing out to ticking echoes throughout her mind, it's motioning as seconds, and minutes go by. Quickly or slowly, the day drags on waiting for the moment when she can finally go home and not have to worry about anything for a few hours while getting a chance to spend time with her kids, not to mention the disabled young ladies that watch over the children when she's not around. It's been a year so far working at this diner called the "Morning Melody". It had been around since the late 80's, and from the look of it and the smell of it, nothing has changed about it, besides the wear and tear was not having many customers. I'm glad to have this job thanks to the kindness of Jim and Jane Henson, who got married at the same time they opened this diner after the death of their first child. It helps out for the bare minimum for her kids along with the government money for her guests; however, the fact that a few days ago Wendy saw out of the corner of my eye, bills that had been piling up, she knew that this place would not last long. Sure it has had names from Elvis Presley to Cab Calloway, not to mention Frank Sinatra, but who cares about them when there are plenty of stars in the media…. Who cares about anyone who lives in the town of Dullsville? In a town that does not have social media or much in the way of power, the only way you can have electricity is by using generators or traveling to a neighboring city that is 3 miles away…..Nothing exciting happens here…. Heck, the only exciting thing that came along was a short earthquake that happened the night before; not to mention along with a colorful meteor shower, all in the same afternoon. Maybe that was a sign for Wendy to be ready for new things to pop up in her life because she was brought back to reality when the bell rang al2arming her that someone was coming into the diner. "Welcome!" She said out of habit, Wendy looked around in her line of sight, she looked around and didn't see anyone, usually Bill or some of the older housewives from church who just needed that time away from their husbands. She looked around until the strangest and impossible thing happened where an anthropomorphic black duck pulled himself onto one of the stools wearing a pink vest with a white button down and white/ black striped tie underneath. It, or should I say he, was looking Wendy dead in the eyes just to order a beer and a cheeseburger with fries. That good-looking duck is me… It's amazing to think of an African American man at the bottom of the barrel who lost everything just to turn into an anthropomorphic waterfowl intergalactic sex appeal and would end up sitting in a diner with only regrets on his mind. You're probably wondering how I get myself in such a situation in the first place? Well my dearest readers if you let me explain and not be a plucking wise ass then I will tell you.
It all happened in a moment.
A moment of love, compassion and naivety.
When would believe that true love conquers all but in this case it only leaves regret when you find out that your partner has been a lier throughout the entire relationship.
[Unknown amount of time ago]
In the largest church in America filled with anticipation for those golden words, that would sadly never come.
We all thought, no I believed that the stunning woman standing across from me wearing an elegant white dress & makeup to the Niles was gonna say "I do"
But what she said was "I don't"
That's what she said….
The whole room was a gasp as she had a look on her face as if she was some self-righteous princess who deserved so much more than the guy who was wearing a cream-colored white suit with a gold tie and not to mention big heavy glasses.
She did this in front of not only my friends, my family, and my coworkers; God, Jesus! Heck, even the family dog Queen was there and even she had to cover herself with her paws by how bad things turned out.
My mother screamed in anger, shouting every curse word in the book towards my bride while I could only hear a loud buzzing noise; thinking that this was all a dream. No way this couldn't be real, I pleaded within my mind wanting this all to be a bad dream. Literally from the day that we met at a community garden event, I fell for her at first sight spending most of my time with her while doing everything I could for this relationship. From working harder and trying to be a supportive partner, to not showing any doubt in a relationship and even working hard to become a better man physically; which meant exercising to the point where I was exhausted & going cold turkey on junk food. I never forced her to do anything that she never wanted to do and I never did anything to try to make it where I wasn't an abusive or mentally demanding person, hell we even promised each other that we would wait until marriage to have sex, even when my libido was reaching its peak leading to overnights at the gym. Truly think about going from being 260 pounds then going all the way to 176 pounds with a body carved with marble, just to find out that all that you've done was for nothing? No love or glory, just nothing.
What snapped me out of my trance was when my bride began running for the doors. Many tried to stop her but she was relentless in leaving; I even reached out, wanting to know why she was doing this out of all days, but my feet felt heavy like they were glued to the floor. Then just like that, she had already run out of the chapel….
….The sound of the door closing echoed throughout the halls, words cannot be said about how I felt at that moment as it was stifling, my body was shaking with an emotion that I never felt before….
Leaving me embarrassed, ashamed, wondering: "What did I do? What did I do to deserve this? Why me? What was the point of all this? What did I do to be treated this way?"
Constantly asked myself those exact words in my mind while explaining to everyone that the wedding was off and apologizing to guests who wasted their time, including the bride's family. They all had their heads down as they looked at me as if they wanted to atone for their daughter's absence, but they were more ashamed of how my family and everyone else looked at them with sheer hatred leaving them barely able to speak. They were embarrassed and continued feeling shamed by everyone around them because of their family member's mistake. Even if they wanted to apologize, it was done. I felt like many in the East who feel ashamed for picking such a woman. These people before me were not at fault. I could feel the shame. "The damage is done; nothing can change it." Hearing these words, my parents were even more frustrated, as the bride's family couldn't help but turn a deeper shade of grey. Walking out of the church, needing some air, to see my surroundings that felt gray and misty but the moment I breathed the path of cold air, my phone vibrated, informing me that I had a text message. This custom ringtone came from my private library of songs that I've written but only one song in particular that was made for one special person— it was her. My hands were shaky; turning on my phone, unlocked it, and read the message while people passed me:
Hey Donovan,
I know that this might come as a shock to you, but I no longer love you. Let's face it: you are a loser, and you always will be a loser who follows anyone's orders. No matter how hard you try, you will always be the loser watchdog…. To be clear, I was going to lie and say that we both have a life ahead of ourselves and can find better options, but let's face it, both know that I could do so much better than you. I will always find someone better than you, and you could only dream about someone better than me while you get fat from your so-called depression. I saw someone, call me a cheater if you must, or call me a bitch, but the fact is me and him are leaving for Paris by the time you read this. Just know that the time we spent together meant something. Please don't make it awkward for me and try to contact me, but you will be blocked. Hope you get over this and find happiness elsewhere that is primarily on your level.
Sincerely never yours,
Emily
Immediately after getting the message, my phone started to ping and I opened it to get multiple pictures of Emily's affair with another man, Emily even sent another message before blocking me:
P.S. I took half of everything that you owe me because after all I had to stay with you for so long don't you think that I am being courteous enough to take what's mine? And if you try to go against it I will destroy you in court as I'm just taking what is owed. Have a good life.
If things weren't even more dramatic enough, a mystery number called me, to show me that he won and I lost. this was probably him texting me; It was all clear when I got A text message before she blocked him:
"I'm sorry that things had to turn out like this but just we happy that you realize that Emily is mine now without us needing to hide it or Play around behind your back anymore. Don't even think about trying to get back with her as I'm all the men that she'll ever need and you will just be a thing of the past. Besides, do you really wanna be a cuck that badly? Move on and get a life dip shit."
This was when I realized that this wasn't the first time that they met, this was all premeditated. Every time I wanted to know where Emily was doing something like going shopping, eating out with friends, or something like that; but in reality, Emily had wanted to disappear from my life after ripping the spoils and by another man's side, A man that she truly deserves. Without thinking, my phone dropped from the grip while cracks formed on impact. Truly laughable, such a fool I was…..
I lost everything because of one moment with a woman who tried to ruin me, along with my family taking the hit.
I guess what they say is correct; life has a funny way of kicking you in the ass on the way out. You never know what life will bring you until it happens; luckily for me, the opportunity came when I least expected it. "Come on, Conner, pick up the fucking phone!" I heard a woman trying to whisper but raising her voice in anger. I looked over at her, saying she was a short, chubby woman with her hair done, but the rain had drowned out her hair and made her makeup look all sludged up. It makes me wonder what the rain or her tears are. Either way, from the way that she was dressed, it looked to be that she was to be one of the bridesmaids, but something looked off. As I looked at her, it was starting to make sense why none of Emily's friends were at the wedding and how the bridesmaids were not as attractive or lower down the bar in the way of appeal than Emily. Even still that doesn't give anybody the right to treat someone like shit, so out of respect, I decided to walk over to her, but the moment she noticed me, "What the fuck you looking at? Mind your own fucking business." I didn't like her attitude as she didn't even know my name, and she was cursing me out, and the fact that we were both in a similar situation for the way I listened and heard it in her tone that her boyfriend stood her up. I didn't know if they were broken up, I didn't know if they were an item or just fuck buddies, and I certainly didn't know if they were engaged or supposed to get married like I was. Still, all I didn't realize was the fact that I wanted to make someone else feel my pain, so I slapped the phone out of the woman's hand, stunning her for a moment before rage enveloped her face. "HEY!-" I didn't even give her a chance to get a physical before I kissed her. You can guess how it turned out: she punched me, kicked me, and even bit on my tongue and bottom lip, wanting me to stop, but after a while, she slowly calmed down and let the tears roll down her cheeks going from being irritated to giving up to just wanting the sentiment of being cared for by a man. I gave her what she wanted by kissing her filled with longing and temptation. From our lips clashing like title waves to our tongues swirling around each other like snakes during mating season. She didn't realize that she was at my mercy as my hands traced up and down her body as if the rain was nonexistent. Let's face it, we were both hurting and neither of us were therapists, so the path that we were going was dangerous but neither of us cared since we were in the heat of the moment. So I ended up sneaking into the after-party area where I "borrowed" a bottle of expensive wine and then the two of us went to a hotel that was already booked for my wedding night with Emily.
Within the entire ride, we were opening one of the bottles and drinking it off of each other. I didn't care if she was skinny or obese, I wanted to forget about today just for a little while. When she poured some of the wine on me she thought that I would be mad but I just laughed, leading to her laughing with a little bit of a snort "The suit didn't matter, it's no big deal." leading to another deep kiss between us. I poured a bit of wine on her shoulder making sure I didn't hit the blue from her dress and started licking. From her shoulder to her neck; mixing my movements by licking her sensitive spot & her ticklish spot, hearing her gently moan to slightly giggle. Before anything could get too steamy, we got to the hotel and got out of the taxi. I paid the driver a little extra; that being said, I would not want to ride with that taxi company for a while after the driver flipped us the bird—mainly me. Anyway, we checked into the Hilton and that's where things got heated, from the elevator up to my room to where we were making out like horny teenagers. The alcohol was hitting and clothes were being tugged at as we were just wanting to get into our room so the moment we heard the click sound of my card to the right room, it was on. I knew that there was no time to waste as I ended up putting some wine into my mouth and sharing it in a deep kiss where we shared the taste. Slipped my fingers between her legs while we kissed; it felt erotic because she was already wet. I revealed it to her and she looked away with a sheet of red appearing on her cheeks. I enjoyed the texture of this woman's pussy juices that were visible on my tongue and her facial expressions; then slipped my tongue back into her mouth for a deep kiss and my fingers back into her pussy. Watching her facial expressions go from shivering to gentle moans, begging for me to keep going. "Whatever you're doing, don't stop touching that spot, please don't stop touching that spot!"
I looked her dead in the eyes and smirked before whispering in her ear. "Babydoll, why would I stop? You haven't even had the main course yet."
Nibbled on her earlobe and fingering her some more while her legs slowly began weakening. The moment she hit the bed, the same moment she began to squirt leading to me pulling my figures out which only led to more of her juices pouring out. Her body was twitching just by how good it felt but now it was my turn to feel pleasure. "Oh my god, what the fuck did you do to me?"
The woman was trying to catch her breath wondering what that sensation she just felt, Indeed something told me that there was more to this lady. From her facial expression and how much she came; I guessed that she had probably never had an orgasm that hard before or maybe just maybe her lover never brought her to this stupid orgasm. But nevertheless, I poured wine all over my cock, no matter how cold it was or the stain that I will leave on the rug; today was my wedding day and I was going to go all out, even if it meant taking it out on this woman. "Oh fuck." She was looking down at my cock and it wasn't a look of disappointment or I look that might turn into a laugh but a look of shock and disbelief. I've always thought of myself as someone who was on the "smaller" side compared to those in pornos and movies but by the way, I was big enough, 10 inches long & 3 inches thick is big right? If the case wasn't clear by the glare alone—that woman made it clear; by the longing in her eyes, seductively biting her bottom lip, & opening her legs as wide as she could while laying on the edge of the bed while mouthing "Fuck me.". My mind was off to the races as I poured the remainder of the wine onto her pussy and all over her chest, tossing the bottle into the trash. It was now we're never, sliding my cock inside of her as her wincing turned into groans then ugly moans as I could feel her shivering on my cock. Did she just climax? I thought of her climaxing just by me exerting my cock inside of her was enough for me to just start pounding away hitting deep into her pussy. She looked at me wanting me to say something while grunting. "Fuck this pussy is tight, but don't worry I'm gonna stretch you out for you." Didn't think these words would come out of my mouth but then again neither did I think of fucking the first woman I saw so whatever. Playing with her breast and licking the wine off of her body caused her to shiver once again at my touch and even more so with my cock pushing up against her walls. "Fuck that tongue~, O~h S~~~SHIT THIS DICK!! O~h shit shit shit shit shit!!" Her shouting could be heard from other rooms as I made her climax again, even had points of pulling my cock out just to make her squirt on me; even by tapping the tip of my cock onto her clitoris which left her repeatedly squirting small spells with every time I slapped my tip down. Ended up turning her around which led to her looking back at me with a smile and began teasing me, shaking her ass cheeks In my direction. I got to admit she had a nice ass, shaped as a plum but thick as jello. I gave her a quick slap to the right side of her ass and was even more surprised when I made her squirt on the bed just by a slap alone. But this didn't stop me from slamming my cock deep into her watery guts. "F~UCK!"
Once again she climaxes, "F~uck why does this dick feel so fucking good~?" Just like that, this lady began throwing her ass back letting our bodies collide as I kept my arms behind my back while she constantly was just giving it to me while taking every single inch of my cock. Her moaning and puckering of her lips made me want to fuck her even harder which I did say unfold in my arm from behind my back then grabbed a hold of her waistline then started pounding away at her pussy. I pulled her head back and began tongue kissing her while fucking her like a street walker and making her feel like one while I continuously fucked her with my tongue rolling down her throat. Once the kiss ended the upper part of her body was down while the lower body was up in the air wanting more. "Fuck this pussy is too good, I think I'm gonna cum." When I said that it was as if she slightly sobered up. "Okay just don't cum inside of me, I'm not on birth control, it's kind of risky and I'm not looking to take that chance."
Of course, I was listening, hearing her words in consideration, taking into perspective what she meant by each word; but in the back of my mind, I was more caring about myself, for the first time in my life something in my gut was telling me to skip the middleman and cut loose. My cock began throbbing and I began pressing hard by going deeper. "Hey *Moan* your cock *Moan* is going *Moan* too *Moan* deep." She tried telling me to slow down and pull out but I couldn't do it so she gave up biting onto her hand while gripping onto the bed sheets while I constantly was driving deep into her pussy repeatedly hitting her cervix and making her pussy come over & over, even making it make wet noises from her pussy that added with the slaps. Damn, she was going in and out of pleasure while I was going harder and faster. I try not to laugh but it is the funniest shit you've ever seen especially from the fact that she could barely even talk complete sentences without moaning or squirting all over my cock. "Fuck I'm gonna climax, take *Thrust* this *Thrust* fucking *Thrust* load!" Before she could even say no I had her shouting while giving her one last deep stroke letting my juices fill this woman's chamber. "Fuck this pussy is sucking the life out of me." I had a hard time taking my cock out of her pussy as it took some moving jiggling just to take my cock out and let a spider web of semen leak off my black dick from her creamy pussy. Ladies and gentlemen let me tell you that this woman was shaking like it was -10° weather well I had no idea how much time had passed as the Sun had already gone down & felt like I had jelly licks; but even that was not gonna stop me from going for round two. Suddenly, a ringtone started playing a country love song, leading to me going to look where it was coming from just to find out that it was in her purse. Her phone showed the woman and a man on a call screen with the words above it "Hubby". It was obvious that he had been calling for a while now but the fact that she was with me definitely could tell a story of what could've possibly happened:
Lovers Spat
Neglected Wife
Open Marriage Gone Wrong
He Cheated (leading to her cheating.)
Something told me I was about to find out that answer as I answered the call:
Conner: "Rebecca please please forgive me as I was in a business meeting and my secretary happened to answer your call cause I know that I fucked up in the past please please come home so we can talk about this as I know that I missed your friend's wedding but I promise that I will make it up to you. I promise tomorrow we will go to the courthouse and I'll sign any paperwork or form just so that the two of us can move past whatever I've done but no matter what I love you. Please, Rebecca! Rebecca, Rebecca are you there? Please say something."
I could tell by the way that he was talking that he was panicking and was scared of losing her or just losing face, but I could tell that he was just simply desperate so after a few seconds I decided I didn't care about it either of that as I spoke clearly and directly:
Donovan: "Go enjoy your secretary as Rebecca over here is with a real man, one that's not gonna make excuses, one that's not going to screw her over, and not keep promises, and one that can handle everything that she can offer and more. Fuck you couldn't even handle both at the same time let alone one at a time hahaha!"
I could hear the frustration in his voice as he was indeed going from being panicked to being Close to the same energy as the man who shot down Bambi's mom. At this time I didn't care and even now I feel that he brought it upon himself.
Conner: "Who the fuck are you and where is Rebecca?! What did you do to her?! If you even think of touching her I will beat your fucking ass you-"
Got tired of hearing his words, then tossed the phone near Rebecca's head and lifted her legs up when she turned to see that her phone was on. The moment Rebecca heard her fiancés' questioning tone which filled Rebecca with unimaginable guilt & anxiety thinking about what her family would say as much as what others might say. So before Rebecca could turn the phone off, I grabbed her hand and shouted deliberately at her boyfriend Connor on the other side of the phone:
Donovan: "IM THE FUCKER THAT GONNA BLOCK YOUR BITCHES BACK OUT!!"
With one swift motion, I rammed my cock back into Rebecca's leaking pussy which was now gushing at the moment of impact which led to a scream like a moan from her:
Rebecca: "OH FUCK~!!"
The sound of Rebecca's loud moaning could be heard throughout the halls of the hotel, not to mention The slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh could be heard on the other side of the phone; left her boyfriend or whatever to call out to 5'2 Rebecca wanting to know what was going on while her guts were being rearranged in missionary by 6'1 in height. You're probably thinking how does this make me any better than Emily and her affair boy toy? Well, the way I look at it; this guy is a scumbag and I am just simply the right guy at the right time taking my frustration out on a woman who was supposed to get married on the same day I was, small world huh? I have to admit this guy wouldn't quit as he was constantly calling out to her leading to him trying to video call her which made me even more wanting to tear this man down. Like a second instinct, I grabbed the phone, turned on the flashlight function since we were fucking in the dark, and turned on the video function; letting Conner see his Rebecca being fucked. He was crying while she was trying to cover her eyes with her huge breasts out, while I was fucking Rebecca ravenously, leaving her tongue hanging out and body shaking. I know that this is gonna sound crazy in the situation even though the situation is already crazy as it is but I had to do this. "Rebecca, tell me who is better in bed, Connor or me?"
Didn't think that I would get my answer immediately. "You big daddy, please keep fucking me harder my pussy needs it badly, pl~ease!"
Hearing her say that including her calling me big daddy set me in a different gear while Connor looks like he just aged a couple of years just by those words alone:
Donovan: "Well Connor, the results are in and it seems I'm her daddy now and you're just the guy who messed up his turn, ROYALLY."
Truly hate to see a grown man cry, but Conner was sobbing like a damsel in distress with an Irish man beard. This led to me feeling as if he was a disgrace to men everywhere, shaking my head and luckily he never saw my face. I turned off the phone and went back to drilling Rebecca after tossing her phone onto the couch across from the bed and giving her one night to remember. That night, I put all that training, all those moments of working out to the test just as a result of having overwhelming stamina and a body that could go on for hours on end. Rebecca on the other hand was not so fortunate, going in and out of consciousness, Rebecca wanted to sleep but couldn't because of my overwhelming libido, fucking her in every single direction. By the time the sun came up, I simply lay in bed, satisfied for the time being; Rebecca on the other hand lay there like a lump on a log with cum leaking out of her. It's amazing how you can tell one's personality just by the way that one sleeps or just by the way one wakes up; some people sleep like a drunken sailor, some wake up by simply opening their eyes, and others wake up to find their significant other right next to them sleeping peacefully… However, in her case, she is probably going to wake up to either me lying next to her or Casper because I'm not staying in this hotel for long unless there is aftercare.
Looking at the mess I made filled me with joy, so much joy in the fact that I wanted to go again; I don't know why but Rebecca's pussy has its charm. So with a smile on my face, I opened Rebecca's legs but just by a simple touch her body shivered to show Rebecca was still sensitive to the touch but this just made me smile even brighter, even more so still seeing my juices flowing out her pussy lips. I carefully got in position by laying on my stomach; trying to make sure that she didn't wake up and begin the proceedings. The moment my tongue touched her pussy, her body started to jitter almost as if she was having an exorcism being done but it just made me giggle while my mouth was eating her box. Most guys wouldn't want to taste his semen, not even be brave enough to eat out a pussy filled with their man-milk; but screw those guys, whether it's filled or not, I like eating pussy. Despite those thoughts rolling through my mind, I was enjoying tasting this woman; no matter if it was my cum or hers, I was taking my time and loving the moment for what it was—"A Moment". Soon I realized that I was doing something right when I felt fingers roaming through my dreads and forcing my head down deeper into her pussy. The movement caught me off guard and when I looked up to see a closed-eyed Rebecca, moaning with shaky breathing, it didn't take rocket science to know that she was awake, but I was going to make sure that she was not gonna be awake for much longer. Like a gentleman thief in the sheets, I began rubbing her clitoris with my thumb while my tongue did most of the work within her pussy licking against those walls until I cracked the code to find where her sweet spot was. It took a while but once I heard that gentle moan go up a level I could tell that I hit the jackpot then started licking that area while being a little more aggressive on her clitoris. Rebecca continued to play possum as I kept going, letting her juices stain the bed and my face. One would think that this is wrong, but if that's the case I don't wanna be right; I could hear Rebecca's pleas for me to never stop or simply move my tongue in a certain direction, just for her to bite her bottom lip with her eyes closed. "Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck! You and this tongue, oh fuck, I love it, give me more big daddy!" Those words set my tongue into high gear giving her one of my tricks that I saw from a movie once— "The tongue tornado". That made her squirt, forget ugly moaning Rebecca was giving the call of the wild! Let me tell you, her body was shaking like a leaf from overstimulation while mine was begging for more. When Rebecca opened her eyes to look down upon me while her juices ran from my forehead to my chin; I looked up so that we were Eye to Eye, with me swallowing our juices & licking my lips which made her pass out from the sight and being overstimulated. Got up off the bed with a raging hard-on, not to mention Rebecca's wet pussy was wet and looked ready for more. Before I could go back in, I started hearing knocking at the door, figuring it was probably a hotel staff member trying to tell me to calm down 27 times while also hearing a ringing from Rebecca's phone. When I took a peek at her phone it showed that not only did Connor desperately try to contact Rebecca but there were also surprising messages from Emily, both calling her over 39 times that night. "Damn this bitch, I hope she got what she asked for."
Tossing Rebecca's phone to the side not wanting to see any messages from Emily or Connor since it's not my phone nor my problem. I checked my phone to see that not only did I get voicemails, emails, and money from Emily's parents but more importantly invoices for the remaining payment for the wedding, the food, and everything else. I rubbed through my dreadlocks as if a migraine was about to begin. But suddenly, Dad called and that's when all the calls stopped immediately leading to me picking up the phone.
Dad: "Yooooo, how's it going kid~?"
Donovan: "Sup Dad, everything is going pretty good so far."
Dad: "Yeah, I just wanted to see if you were OK, don't worry about the wedding and stuff will get that settled."
Donovan: "That's good, that's good, I love to hear that but at the same time I'm sorry I got you and Mom into this as I wish there was more I could do."
Dad: "I think that there is something that you could do."
Donovan: "OK, what you talking about Dad?"
Dad: ".....I told you once; when the time is right I will explain to you my second business, The same business that got me out of trouble when I was sent to jail in the same business that covered for me window sexual assault allegations came up. Don't worry Dad's got your back on everything to do with the wet but just remember Dad's not gonna be year for you forever so definitely make those right choices and consider this a life lesson that you'll never make again."
Donovan: "I promise that I'll never make the same mistake again."
Dad: "Good but I'm gonna let you go and I'll keep in touch with you but once you get to your home I've left you a little gift along with a plane ticket as you may be hesitant to get married for a bit but at least you have a hotel on the beach waiting for you."
Devonshire: "Alright Dad, love you."
Dad: "Love you too son, alright peace."
Immediately after the call ended I had a sinking feeling in my chest, you know that feeling that you get when your life is about to change forever, yeah that feeling. Put my phone down and went to the bathroom so I could shower just to turn on the light, look at the fancy bathroom with a Japanese toilet, Glass shower & the Golden crested mirror with expensive marble walls. While doing all of this, my eyes landed on my face which felt like the first time in such a long time. Truthfully, I used to hate this face looking at it and seeing that loser that people either picked on, used, manipulated, or simply gaslighted just for their gain.
I'm not exaggerating when I say this; but truly, I did everything to Emily's specifications just to be the best version of me and suitable for her: growing my hair out, getting rid of my facial hair, removing the grime from my teeth and having them whitened since in Emily's that would be considered "perfect". Compared to how they were stained before since I had worked so hard and drank way too much coffee, they were not bad. Regardless of all that, I look damn good, especially with my 10-pack abs and blue eyes; everything on me was flawless besides Rebecca's lipstick stains on my torso, abs & cock along with hickeys all over my neck that would be visible for a week or more, but I didn't mind since my father always told me:
"When it comes down to love, it's almost like a battlefield; but when it comes down to sex it's like playing checkers, you need to be more focused than your opponent because there can be more than one queen."
I never understood those words until now, just like how I never understood why my dad always walked around with a worn-out/tattered bible on him at all times. No matter if my father was writing in it or looking into it, he always had it on him, almost like a promise. Anytime I wanted to look at it or read what was inside, my dad was quick and would make sure that I didn't see what was inside that bible, even if he was using the bathroom. My dad had many secrets and still does to this day but I look at that man similar to my grandfather— a hero in his way. Anyway, I took a shower alone, brushed my teeth, used the bathroom, fucked sleeping Rebecca one last time before leaving the hotel but making sure that Rebecca can stay there for a few more days. Heading back home by getting a Lyft felt almost like a punishment. I got this far by working countless jobs to prove to myself that I could provide for Emily and not rely on my family's money. Sadly her teeth were so expensive that I had to get more than just one job but three and nearly went to a fourth. Breaking myself down countless times in fear of dying but this wedding meant a lot to her so I tried my best but even then that wasn't enough. I realized that once I got to my apartment but with every step of the stairs to my apartment—something felt off. When I looked through the windows I could tell that things were not right and it had to be a joke but when I used the key to open my apartment door, a piece of paper fell as I picked it up and was nearly stunned showing my eviction notice. Every ounce of money that I put into this place was gone and put up for sale in Emily's name. I was being evicted from my apartment having nothing to my name and nothing to show for myself besides how much of a Simp I was for this woman! Everything was gone, from the piano to even my comic book collection this woman took everything from top to bottom, but one thing that wasn't there before…. In the middle of the living room was a black box, it hadn't been touched and probably came after my dad made his call so Emily had no idea about it. It had a combination; If this was Anybody else the code would be difficult to crack, but since this is my dad it was easy to know the code:
From his access codes to his Wi-Fi password it was always his birthday and my birth month, 21 of November, 02 of February.
"Same old dad." Chuckling to myself, I opened it and there wasn't much in the case besides some comics of my dad's favorite superhero "The Blink" One of those African-American heroes that had the ability to teleport change in size and roll like a ball along with having razor-sharp claws with metal skeleton with the catchphrase: "blink & you'll miss it.". I was surprised to find a wad of cash, my grandfather's old lighter, canteen filled with whiskey, then finally a weird metal because I never thought that my dad would be in the army. I ended up passing it off as a toy from a cereal box or something but Instinctively decided to attach it to my wallet, and then finally came a crystal along with my dad's little black book holding many secrets. I didn't have time to read it and I didn't know what this was all about, but I indeed was sure that none of this was going on, especially since it was contained within a jar; there was also a note attached from dad saying "Don't touch it without gloves.". I decided to not take the crystal out of the jar just yet and go to my father's place, however when I got there nobody was around so I looked for him all over until I came upon a study that was glowing out of the crack of the doorway. There was so much going on running through my head and even finding out that not only did my dad have a secret lair/laboratory but also finding out that my dad was the blink. All these thoughts were filling me with an ameliorated anxiety from the loss of my fiancé to the realization of my dad being a superhero who possibly retired but all of this felt so unreal. Things got even more crazy when I took out the canteen that I took a long with, started drinking from it with shaky hands but dropped it onto the ground, but here's where things get crazy. I leaned down to try and pick it up while dropping the lighter with gas leaking from it; to make matters worse, I touched an exposed electrical wire that I wasn't paying any attention to while my hand reached out for the canteen. Electrocuting myself with the gas leaking onto the alcohol led to me setting myself ablaze, grabbing a hold of whatever I could which was the glass in my pocket holding the crystal then smashing it. The contamination by the crystal led to something that I can only pronounce through A jumbled mess. It's later revealed that the crystal was cosmic crystallized whale semen from another dimension which was very unstable but when connected with electricity, making my body electroplasmic, could feel my body stretching & contorting. Felt like I was having a weird weed trip, unable to focus or not knowing up from down; all I wanted was the pain to stop but it just got worse the moment I touched something I shouldn't which you sent me flying up into the sky sending my father's home I believe in me a human rocket soaring into space back first. I felt my body breaking and contorting, including disintegrating with each moment I am shooting through the stars. When you're a kid or even just an adult you always want to see what it's like to be in space but take it for me, not this way. My entire molecule system was being shed taking away what made me—Well, me. Screaming through the galaxy until there was nothing left of me to scream….
It's truly amazing how one moment you're looking at your universe right before your eyes, unable to breathe, unable to speak and the only thing to do is scream while the air leaves your lungs then the next, darkness.
Truly thought that this was the end for me until I started feeling as if I was suffocating. Surrounded by water while a red light surrounded my vision, I slowly began to move.
Trying to find a way to get out of this prison that I was stuck in as I felt cramped, trapped and pushing the best that I could so the light would hit me. Using my arms that were now weak to use my legs or what I thought was legs seemed soft. Realizing that nothing was working I finally began using my mouth, realizing that I had something attached. Truly felt a light overall taking me as bits and pieces began to become visible through my newer eyes. Finally connected the dots I was hatching. Yes, I hatched; like a bird of some kind & when I realized who or what was above me, I had began to cry for the first time in my new body as my parents were anthropomorphic duck creatures while the doctor, that helped birth me into the world, was an anthropomorphic rooster and the nurses anthropomorphic chickens. Yes, I am now a plucking duck and with new parents giving me my own little plucking origin story which means a new name & new identity, "Devo Theodore Duck" or simply, Devo Duck.
And that, my dear readers, brings us back to the present where Wendy couldn't help but look at the duck sitting in front of her. On her name tag it says Wendy so I figured letting it slide was the best answer but she gave me a confused look as I ordered A burger and fries along with a beer but she says, "But you're a duck."
"I see your eyes are working", I replied to her,
"And you talk!" exclaims Wendy ready to alarm the old couple of what was going on but I replied,
"I see your ears are working", I sarcastically said, continuing my order. "Now can I have my beer and my cheeseburger with fries, please?"
Wendy looked at me with wonder, "Oh wow wow." She replied with a smile and continued, "This is definitely the first and the most exciting thing since the earthquake yesterday." Wendy was so excited, maybe even too excited that she forgot where Wendy was. Luckily for me, after a few minutes she'd finally remembered that she was supposed to take his order. "Oh right, the order, I got ya, you want it dressed?" Asking me while still thinking it was odd for a duck to eat meat but she didn't say anything but still stayed in disbelief since I was a talking duck at her diner."Yeah, uh-huh, I would like that burger well cooked with everything on it, extra cheese and possibly a bottle of ketchup for my fries," I replied, Wendy was writing down my order while I tried to shake the water out of my feathers since it was raining outside; Wendy however had to covered herself with her notepad and giggled. Once the water was out of my ears and feathers I continued to speak. "Where in the U.S. of plucking A am I anyway?" Wendy with a smile got me a beer, put in my order to the cook, Bernie, then came back to not only open the cold beer & give it to me but also tell me about the small town of Dullsville. Not too much goes on as there's barely any tourism and the only way many people get business is by going to other places throughout upstate New York, where Dullsville is located, but you can't find it on any map. Hearing this I can only say a little, "You guys got your work cut out for you, especially if you all only have about 50 or so people living in this small town." I wasn't trying to be mean or maybe I was just trying to be honest instead of lying but I always felt that being blunt was the only way to go instead of creating white lies that didn't need to be plucking brought up but I didn't think she would ask me this question. "Are you just passing through?" Wendy noticed everyone watching me as she looked over the people that usually came in as there was usually not many but today was the Elementary school baseball game so the Henson's usually pay for a diner pizza to be made for them; but now they had a different surprise seeing a duck walking and talking and even drinking. This made Wendy blush nervously since she wasn't used to being the one in the spotlight, usually everyone else meeting celebrities or going on to be famous and the only thing she was known for was her videos on TikTok but now everyone was watching her talk to me. After a few gulps of the cold beer that I really feel I needed, I placed it between my legs & gave a pleased duck sound. "Honestly, I don't have anywhere else to go so definitely I am probably gonna stay here for a bit." Took the second beer that was in her hand, used my beak to pop the cap and drink from the bottle with pleasure. I didn't notice until I turned my head in Wendy's direction then looked at who she was saying just to notice people staring at me. Do you know that feeling that you get when you're plucking perverted jerk off of a boss has been staring at you ready to attack you sexually if you make the slightest move when your guard is down or when you're at the zoo and you wonder what it's like on the other side of the fence? Yeah that's how I felt and I didn't like it; so out of seer instincts, I slammed the bottle down onto the counter, smashing it and yelling at them. "What the pluck are you all staring at?! You're acting like you've never seen a 3 foot tall anthropomorphic waterfowl before." I angrily stated then went back to drinking The beer I pulled from between my legs. Yeah I have an anger management problem, doesn't everyone? Yeah yeah go pluck yourself. People were still amazed, but quickly looked down knowing that the duck was angry; Wendy giggled as she watched me drink with an attitude almost like one of her kids having a tantrum, cute in a looney type of way. She felt that things were definitely going to get interesting in Dullsville. "Ummm we've never seen a walking, or talking duck like you, um Mr. Duck, honestly you are definitely bringing excitement to this small town."
Wendy smiled and with a few chuckles replied, "Oh and that burger will be up in a minute ok, i'll be back." She turned around to grab the coffee pot and started the rounds of refills.
"Yeah yeah I get it, nobody has ever seen a walking talking duck before but come on, at least buy me a drink before staring a hole through my plucking soul." I replied feeling much calmer than A few minutes ago; nearly finishing my beer while beginning to smell the scent of a nice burger and fries. In the meantime, Wendy was refilling the coffee cups changing her frown to a smile when coming back, almost laughing as she put the pot down, and grabbed the ketchup. After a while & just as promised, my plate came and placed it in front of me, Wendy even generously grabbed me another beer. "Here's your beer hun, so I can stare, right?" Wendy playfully chuckled, she went over to deal with the check for the baseball team's coach but she ended up looking over her shoulder to tell me, "Oh & welcome to morning melody."
I gave her that look only an anthropomorphic duck could possibly give, confusion. "Um, thank you very much." call me anything you want but Wendy in my opinion was a good looking woman she didn't have big tits or an hourglass body, hell she was not even Dolly plucking Parton; Wendy is—eh, that's it, what do you think I was going to say? Did you think I was gonna say that Wendy is the hottest piece of ace that I couldn't find on the south side of LA or a runway, hahaha keep dreaming, but I would smash her once— no no not worth it, talking to her is literally like listening to a Evanescence's song Missing on speed dial. As you know I went to her concert multiple times with Emily and it was not worth it. But I can honestly say the only thing similar to Wendy and Evanescence? They both have a nice A- Anyway, before adding ketchup to the fries, I said a prayer thanking the heavens for this scrumptious looking greasy meal then chomped down on a nice juicy burger; it was easy to tell that was enjoying every single bite with the grease & the sauces running through my fingers which left me in tears running from his eyes. "So plucking good." Seeing my face filled with joy left Wendy unusually giddy and not only that defenseless to my answer on how good the burger was, no one could predict her laughing up a storm. I probably have been off earth for too long as her laugh sounded like a cackle and a pig snorting all at once. "Sorry about that because your reaction was just too funny, that was our regular. I know that you hate to hear it but definitely this has been an odd day."
Paying no mind to Wendy acting weird, then kept eating and sampling the fries that made the taste of the cheeseburger even better but Wendy continued to stare at me as I felt that this could be considered customer harassment and pointed the burger at her, informing her why I enjoyed my food so much. "Trust me, where I come from you could only dream of a cheeseburger.."
Wendy looked at me confused so I gave a soft sigh before taking out a bag from my vest and showing off a fish burger wrapped in tinfoil but instead of it being silver it was bronze. "Couldn't eat meat, chicken, goat, lamb or pork, only fish."
My words didn't fully process with Wendy who looked at me more than the sandwich. The cook even came out, took the sandwich, unwrapped it then began eating it as he was hesitant at first but the more he ate the greater the texture. "What the pluck?" Jeez, I understand that we are all hungry and by the look of the cook he seemed famished; however the silence, the stealing homeworld food from my feathered hands without even asking was very weird and rude. I shook my head in disappointment for the route but this didn't stop Wendy from commenting as if a lightbulb went off in her brain. "Wait, where are you from?! Wow! Are you an alien?"
Gave a soft side before going back to eating my fries and explaining which also led to many getting close so they could hear my story:
"Yes I am an alien, but it gets weirder than that let me tell ya. I was originally a man born on earth and was a rich man who was supposed to get married; just to find out that my girlfriend was having an affair and sold off all my priceless possessions before leaving for Paris with said lover. Luckily, she didn't take everything as my dad left me something leading to me going to his house and finding his laboratory for me to go check out my dad's laboratory. Ended up being sent across the galaxy & turned into a duck. And not a full grown duck; oh no no no, the universe believed that would be too easy for me. I started off as an egg, then hatching, learning how to waddle duck, etc. I had to work my way back to my original age which is 30. Somehow, I was able to find my way back to this universe by using technology. I was shot across the galaxy and found my way into the forest. Comedically while I was crossing through the stars, I saw something shiny and grabbed a hold of it. It was my wallet with my father's hero badge. I'm just glad to be back but I'm stuck in this waterfowl of a plucking body. Worst part is I can't swear, every time I do I end up, you know."
Wendy nodded her head while giggling as if she knew what I was talking about but I simply rolled my eyes at her since I seriously couldn't swear like my grandfather before me; no anthropomorphic bird-like creature from planet Bironx and probably any being from that universe can; I think it was a default in the anthropomorphic codex, swearing was almost a curse where my peeps can only quack or squawk. Wendy's jaw dropped & the customers all listened along with the cook since I spoke loud enough, to everyone this seemed crazy and bizarre, probably something out of a sci-fi movie like ST or SW. Luckily I was sitting right before them with their very eyes so they had to believe it, no need for me to lie. "O~ooooh wow~, that's a lot."
Couldn't help but chuckle, realizing how easily excited people are especially when it comes down to aliens, but hey I couldn't hold it against Wendy "You don't even know half of it," Saying this, I went back to eating my food and drinking the remainder of the cold beer, however, within those 30 years I have become smarter but it didn't turn me into a saint, what I'm saying is not everything that I said was true. Yes readers, I know what you're thinking; I need to explain what I lied about and what I didn't lie about? And my answer is by telling y'all to calm the pluck down! Geez, I am only one duck so give me a break. For this I will have to go back to how I made my great escape.