\n\t\t\t\t\tCattonT Featuring and characters belong to their respective owners:
AvenFawn ~ A strange genital slit vagentledeer.
\n\t\t\t\t\tMurnakia//Avon ~ Happily having fun with the marbles and the foxibou.
\n\t\t\t\t\tAvonFaunte ~ Providing behind the couch support!
\n\t\t\t\t\tFaunteAvon and Faunte pounced upon a sleeping AvenFawn [Aven]. Avon sitting down at Aven's paws, placing a large 8 pound bag of glass marbles between Aven's legs. Faunte takes place behind the couch, a warming up a handful of marbles with their hand hooves as well.
Aven on waking up, finds Avon and Faunte each with a handful of marbles and a proposition, or more of a dare.
"We know you love your oviposition, want to see how many marbles you can fit inside of you?"
Aven with a hesitating squirm, accepted the dare from the fellow deer, leaning back down and spreading his legs open and wide, giving Avon unhindered access to his slit.
One by one, Avon slowly pushes a marble against the lips of Aven's slit, the lips spreading which each placed marble. Aven's slit hastily growing wetter and soon leaking from pleasure as the marbles press against his insides, slowly starting to bulge his belly out.
Faunte wiggled danced behind the couch, cheering Aven on as Avon continued to push each marble into the foxibou.
A grin of deep pleasured satisfaction filled Aven's face, biting his lower lip as the feeling of being filled grew ever so slightly, his wings starting to unfurl as if a meter to his excitement.
One by one, the marbles from the bag slipped into Aven, giving him a large bulging outward belly covered with small lumps from the marbles underneath.
Huffing hard, Aven was in full blush as he felt Avon's finger sliding into his slit as he pushed those remaining marbles in deeper into his body.
The furr on Avon's hooved getting wet and matted, drenched with the Aven's vaginal fluids.
Aven's wings continued to expanded out in size, his legs shaking a bit, leaving Avon no choice but to grab a leg as he worked to stuff the last of the marbles into him.
"I'm taking every last marble" Aven moaned out in pleasure.
There was a quiet yet growing concern out of Faunte over the growing size of Aven's belly. "No fucking way!" Faunte exclaimed as the last marble was pushed into that wet slit and quivering belly.
Aven was able to take every single marble, but it didn't last long. With Avon's finger no longer plugging the hole, much like the fable of the dutch boy and the dike, the marbles were soon spilling out.
Gripping the couch, wings at near full spread, Aven shuddered in a deep rosy blush as the wet marbles surged out from his slit, making a mess all over the couch and floor.
Sound for reference: https://youtu.be/6pTpRop3aBE?t=173
Avon could only watch in apprehension as those wet marbles splatter across his legs and hooves.
Faunte looks on in dismay, quietly breathing out the words, "We're going to need a new couch."
In the aftermath, Aven laid there in orgasmic bliss as the occasonal marble popped out, leaving messy wet cluch of marbles between his thighs.