Greylag wakes from his peaceful slumber to an alarming sight. Pitchforks and rusty shovels litter the creaky floorboards of a dank and dirty shack. He looks around alarmed and his eyes rest on some dusty looking pillow with white fungus appearing to grow in small crusty patches on its surface. The strange mound moved, startling Greylag.
"The enemy!" He shrieked in terror until he realized it was a sleeping Drake.
Greylag peered closer and memories of last night came flooding back. His gray feathers flushed pink round his face as he realized the white "fungus" was actually Greylag's dried seed from the night's excursions.
Thinking back, Greylag realized Drake had been giving him it all and hadn't really gotten any.
"Oh, guano." He muttered. "I'm a sucker for the billing and the cooing."
Greylag decided to take charge. He carefully extracted a wing from under Drake's sleeping form and waddled outside, selecting a plant and returning to the toolshed.
With ease, Greylag flipped Drake over on his front and propped up his voluptuous bottom.
"Cat tails approaching from the rear," Greylag smirked, and thrust the leafy plant between Drake's feathery buttcheeks.
Drake was immediately awakened, and let out a deafening "QUACK!!" which dulled to a sensual moaning.
"Unh Greylag," He whispered as Greylag rotated the cattail and plunged deeper into Drake.
Drake twisted his head around and his bill met Greylag's. While rhythmically probing Drake's excited hindquarters, they kissed deeply. Drake opened his mouth the groan but was silenced by another sensation in his beak. Greylag ran his tongue along the inside of Drake's mouth, and Drake followed suit. They massaged each other's tongues, and as their passion grew, the urgency of the kiss peaked. Their bills battled, and Greylag slowly removed the plant from Drake and replaced it with his own throbbing "cat tail." Drake moaned loudly, growing to a frantic honking as Greylag gyrated against him.
A passing farmer heard curious noises coming from the old toolshed as he was walking past. A quick glance through the dirty window revealed a gray goose honking at God knows what. The farmer saw the open door and decided the goose would leave when he decided, and carried on.
Little did the farmer know that down below each thigh apropos a propelling.
"Company fall in." Greylag hissed to Drake, who had flattened down at the farmer's footsteps.
"Now, where were w-" Drake suddenly remembered just where they'd left off as Greylag grinder against him.
"OHHH OH GUANO!!" Drake screamed in pleasure, tilting his head back. Greylag wrapped his wings around Drake from behind and began running his feathers up and down Drakes heaving chest. Greylag gave one last heave against Drake and finished inside of him with a thunderous "HHONK!!!" Greylag collapsed on top of Drake and they lay in a panting heap of feathers.
"Peck-peck-peck." came a voice from outside the toolshed.
The exhausted pair looked at each other in confusion, to tired to investigate.
Henrietta peeked her head around the corner, gasping in shock at the view.
"Looks a little but dicky in here..." she muttered, and waddled away.
Greylag and Drake sighed exasperatedly at Henrietta's whack ass antics.
"Well, it takes all sorts to make a world," Drake said, laughing to Greylag.
Greylag leaned over and gave Drake a peck on the cheek and they returned to their peaceful nap.
