"Perry the Platypus. Welcome back, old friend."
"Can it, Doof. What have you done to me?" Perry looked surprised that they could speak english.
"You have-- I mean I have-- I mean you--" I stuttered. I didn't know what to say. The words caught in my mouth and I found myself flustered. I could already feel myself becoming aroused.
"You look shocked, did you not intend for this to happen?" Perry stepped towards me and I shivered as their appendages bounced slightly. Great googly moogly. "I feel weird, Doof. I feel... aroused in a way where I don't necessarily wish to reproduce. What I want is..."
Perry examined their hand, then slowly ran it down their new body, admiring the work. The art. The spectacle and the miracle. Their hand slowly traveled down to in between their legs, where I watched as they explored their anatomy. They first took a moment to rub their lips, triggering a sudden sharp breathe. Then they moved upwards and found their clit.
"This feels good, Doof."
"I know, Perry." I stepped forward, preparing to help them through this sudden and drastic change. "I know."
Perry looked at me, a look of innocent shock on their bill. However, realization soon set in. Perry began sizing me up, their gaze climbing down my body. They smirked.
"Doof... I know you're supposed to be my nemesis but..."
"Yes, Perry?"
"Do you think, just for the day... we could do something else?" Perry took another step forward and gently touched my chest.
"Oh, I know what we're gonna do today." I smiled.
Perry blushed. Their hand traveled down my chest, lingering a moment above my waistline. They took interest in this spot, pulling up my turtle neck to see my skin. They ran their hand along my waist, before continuing on their journey downwards.
Their smooth, teal hand made it to my slacks, where a hard bulge had formed. They looked up at me, making eye contact. For a moment, I remembered Linda, that night at the drive-in. I remembered how she'd touched my head, gently pressed down, and smiled. As Perry knelt down, I found myself mimicking those actions. I placed my hand on the fedora, making sure to control my breathing as I did.
Perry looked up again, then leaned forward and kissed the part of my pants that had formed outwards. They kissed along the ridge that had been created, starting at the base and then working outward, taking their time to look up at me when they could. Even though my slacks were still on, this felt good. This felt really good.
This was not a woman who wanted to use me for answers. This was not a woman who I'd make feel good for a night and then would never see again. This was what I'd created. The true fruit of my labor. As Perry unzipped my pants, I knew that this was it: my moment. This was my reward for all those nights spent alone and shivering, all those days when I didn't leave the lab for fear of people thinking I was a creep, all those diary entries in which I questioned if I was good enough to be a father. This was what I deserved.
My slacks fell to my ankles, soon followed by my briefs. Perry explored my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs. They ran their hand up the outside of my left leg, then down the right. My penis, now fully erect, cast a shadow on Perry's beautiful, round bill. They took their fedora off and kissed the tip. Just a kiss. I ran my hand down the side of their face, feeling their hair and their ear, their jawline and their cheek. They kissed again, this one a little longer.
I rubbed their cheek, their big, blue eyes staring up at me. Once again, they kissed, but this one on the underside of my shaft. This was followed by another, and then another, running down, until they hit the base. From there, they licked the underside back up to the top. My body shivered. That felt good. My hand returned to the top of their head. The air was abuzz with tension. We both knew what was going to happen, and both of us wanted it to, but there was something holding us on the edge.
