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Not often I get to do eggs, toys, sizeplay, birds, and all the way through stuff. I guess it makes sense that this ended up being over 6k words for a single scene quickie, making it the longest one. And heck, it works as a stand-alone while ALSO leaving room for a sequel!
In this story, Kevin the Raven is practicing for a live sex show he's doing that night when he's caught by his roommate, who offers to help!
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Avian Display Practice
\tKevin was groggy despite it being nearly mid-day. He slept late because he was up working late the night before doing a performance at the Near and Dear. This was a pretty typical sleep pattern for him, he'd work late or even overnight then sleep most of the morning or day. That was the nature of working as an exotic performer in a business that operated all day and night in a city that had a rather large nocturnal population. Kevin wasn't naturally nocturnal but he was able to adjust his sleep schedule to better suit an audience that was a mix of those just waking up and those going to bed.
\tHe danced and did live sex shows for an audience of excitable patrons. Depending on the day, he'd either work with a partner or work solo with toys and he'd started to create a sort of ongoing story with his performances. It was silly and everyone knew it, but it made for an interesting excuse to see repeat audience members.
\tIn the weeks leading up to this day, he'd been creating a story where he was taking fertility potions and trying to get gravid, eventually mating on stage with a dragon friend and co-worker who deposited an appropriately large load in his cloaca, which had turned into an egg. In the story he'd cultivated, the egg was small but growing, as evidenced by the toys he'd left inside himself on the prior events to give him a visible but subtle belly bulge. He had even gaped his cloaca to show the egg!
\tBut this show was meant to be the final step in the sequence, where he had to deal with an exceptionally large dragon egg instead of a more size-appropriate raven egg. So the show was going to culminate in him finally laying that egg on stage and either giving it to an audience member or having his now-destroyed cloaca fucked and fisted by anyone who wanted to see what a sloppy, slack hole like that felt like after passing an egg that big.
\tThe problem was that the egg toy he'd purchased for the performance was a bit too big for him to take with ease. He knew he could handle toys that big, but usually when he had something like that in him it was inflated inside him like a knot. It's go in sleek and relatively slim, then expand to fill his passage, where it could get stuck in place, tying him to the toy. This egg was already firm and its full girth so he was having a hard time getting it in without a large amount of prep work.
\tAs in, he hadn't actually gotten it in yet despite sitting on it for practice after the previous night's performance. He'd come home after a session on stage with a bunch of toys and even had someone go elbow deep in him to feel the smaller egg inside him to verify he was with clutch. It was fun, he loved it, but in the story the dragon egg grows fast and he needed a much larger egg that he could struggle to push out on stage. The struggle was the appeal. Watching him strain, his hole and cock throbbing around the egg as he did all he could to force it out, was the selling point of the performance.
\tBut he had concerns. Friends told him that if he couldn't get the egg in at all, once he did it'd be stuck. That sort of made sense, but the difference is that once it goes in, it can come out. And if his entire body was squeezing around it with only one place to go, it'd come out without issue. He'd had plenty of times when one of those extra large knots wouldn't go into him if they were fully formed before being forced inside, but the same knot could swell inside him and pop out with ease.
\tThe logistics were different. He knew what he was doing.
\tSo as he woke up, all groggy and still a little sore from the prior night's attempts, he rolled over and moaned to himself, kicking off his sheets like a brat before cawwing, annoyed. Checked the time and saw that he had about eight hours before his performance, which meant he had about five hours to practice and see if he could get the egg inside himself. If not, he'd have to go for the smaller one and change the performance and turn it into improv. He wasn't in trouble he just knew what he wanted to do and knew how he was going to do it. If that changed, he'd adapt, but he wouldn't like it.
\tWith a gulp that reminded him of the twin collars on his neck, so he tugged on them and adjusted them to make them more comfortable. It wasn't something he wore often, but he was starting to enjoy it in the right setting or with the right circumstances.
\tIt may have been early but he didn't want to waste any time. Well, it was early relative to his sleep schedule. Most of the rest of the world had been active for hours by now. It also helped that his roommate, Blue, was out this morning. Blue did work online so he came and went at will; Kevin ideally wanted to take care of this practice while he was alone or he'd get distracted and shy.
\tIt was funny to think about that he was so reserved and bashful most of the time, but when he performed he was a star. As long as he was able to divide the raven at home and his persona on stage he was actually quite brazen! It served him well, but it did mean that he was not as adventurous at home.
\tHe opened up his closet door and perused his racks of toys and accessories. Right on one of the middle racks was a whole bin full of different sized eggs, including the XXXL Dragon egg right on top. The next biggest one was about as big as both of his fists put together; big enough to give him a bulge but nowhere near so big it didn't fit. He was quite adept at taking large toys and partners.
\tThere were dildos of every kind in his closet. He had stallions, drakes, wolves, gryphons, and even a human one in there, mostly for the laughs. He didn't often use that one, it lacked the texture of the more interesting cocks.
\tIf he was going to take the egg, he needed some big toys, but most importantly he needed toys that would loosen him up and ravage him so he could comfortably handle the egg. The first one he sought was an exceptionally large version of a buck's cock. He got that one because it reminded him of his roommate. Blue was a deer who was as much a lover of large toys as Kevin, and they'd enjoyed each other's company a lot in the past. Sometimes, Blue would help Kevin with his prep.
\tBut Blue's cock, though very large for his size, was still a buck cock, so it was tapered and long and relatively thin compared to a stallion or the girth of a knot. So Kevin got himself a buck toy that was also XXXL, making it a perfect starting toy for him. It was thin and tapered at the tip, so he could ride it with no prep, but it was also well tapered and very thick at the base, meaning it was the perfect prep toy as long as he could handle the depth. And since he had a cloaca, he could always handle depth.
\tHe put that one on a towel next to the bed, got a couple of horse toys, one flared and one unflared, then finally his custom ordered XXXL Gryphon toy. That one was tapered, too, but it was also knotted and sleek so it fit his body perfect. It wasn't his thickest toy but the girth distribution meant that he could ride it and feel it pop while it was also nice and deep. It was also one of the only knotted toys that felt exquisite sliding in and out of his slit; other knotted toys popped in once and tugged but were a pain to slip in and out. They were about pressure, not about friction. The gryphon was both.
\tThree toys, a bottle of lube, and that gargantuan dragon egg.
\tHis bedroom wasn't exceptionally large, he only had a small space between his bed and his dresser, with the door right next to the dresser. This gave him a small T-shaped area to toy. It was enough but it meant he couldn't really get too adventurous; that was for the performance.
\tHorny, he rubbed his cloaca, coaxing his long, tapered cock from its depths. Since he was anatomically correct to his raven heritage, he had only a single hole and from it came his cock and all his pleasure at once. It was nice for simplicity. The tip of his cock usually just barely poked out like it was a clit, until he rubbed it a bit or he got extra excited.
\tHe was getting excited. Sure, this was prep for work but he also loved it, so the thought of having that deer cock deep in him was making his loins salivate at the idea. That was another excellent part about having a cloaca, his passage was self-lubricating. He still had a bottle of lube to help, though. The size of the toys he took weren't ideal for what he naturally produced. His body could handle partners and maybe even fists if the person was sleek or small enough, but not XXXL toys.
\tKevin pumped a few globs of lube into his palm and smeared it onto and around his cloaca, finishing up by stroking some of his length to coax it out. Another pump's worth was applied to the toy, smearing it down the shaft all the way to its lone texture feature, a median ring.
\tThe toy was massive, of course. It was so tall that the tip was up to his chest when he was kneeling and sitting on his heels, meaning it'd nearly go all the way through him. He actually had to stand if he wanted to take the tip, so he shuffled it on the towel, stood over it as his cock drooled down the toy's length, and guided the tip of it to his cloaca as he squatted.
\tHe let out a caw as he felt the sleek toy slide into him with almost no resistance. He kept a hand on his belly to feel the toy through his abdominal walls, slowly descending until he felt the bulge of the median ring pressing against his cloaca opening and the base of his cock, which was fully exposed but not fully hard yet.
\tThe tapered, prehensile length of it was drooped down, nearly touching the ground as he squatted on the toy, wiggling his hips to feel it stirring his flesh and churning the fluids he produced. The median ring popped in so he shifted from foot to foot until he was on his knees, once again resting on his heels with the toy almost entirely inside him. Its taper ensured that, as expected, he had no issues taking the whole thing to the base. All that was left outside of him was a few digits worth of cock length and the sheath and balls that made up the base.
\tDespite not struggling to take it all, he loved how full it made him feel. Its girth formed a visible bulge up his belly all the way to his chest, and he could feel the subtle stretch of it dilating his cloaca with enough pressure that the base of his cock was squeezed in place. He cawwed to himself and started bouncing on it, feeling its entire length slide in and out with ease, each thrust tenderizing him just a bit, loosening him up, and making him more comfortable.
\tMost importantly, the toy's median ring kept passing over his internal buttons, the ones that milked him and coaxed his seed to leak out the tip of his cock. So he cradled his shaft and pulled it up to his belly, smearing his natural fluids into his feathers and licking up the mess that seeped out while he flexed his leg muscles and slid up and down the toy's length.
\tThe toy was sleek and relatively featureless but the subtle texture and the shape of it ensured that it was still perfectly grinding against his guts along every wrinkle and fold of his inner flesh, the girth of it giving a gentle but significant stretch of his cloaca. It felt so nice having such a sleek toy pumping in and out of him, the median ridge assaulting his inner glands. The fact that it was simple meant he could focus more on bouncing and the stretch.
\tBut it also meant that he quickly ended up on the cusp of an orgasm. Though he had a performer's heart and he could keep going for a crowd even if he finished, at home a climax would put a halt to all of his prep work so he had to force himself to stop and slowly stand up, the toy making an audible squelch as it escaped him. This left him feeling empty, so he quickly moved onto the next toy.
\tHe had to struggle with the giant buck toy to move it, since it was smeared with lube and his natural juices all the way to its base, as were his hands. Once it was out of the way, he got the unflared horse toy and plopped it down in the puddle of mess that had been left on the towel. He collected the lube from the ground, which was a creamy white to emulate seed, and coated the toy in its entirety.
\tKevin's cloaca was still soaked, as the lube he bought when mixed with his natural juices stayed wet and slick for long periods of time; ideal for performance.
\tThe stallion toy wasn't as long as the buck toy, but it was uniform in thickness throughout and its entire length was the same girth as the buck had been at the base. Only the head was a bit bigger, as it was slightly bulbous and had a rim of bumps around it. He didn't need to stand to get this one, he just put in in place and raised one leg, pushing it behind his shaft to have the head probing his cloaca.
\tHe let out a pleasured moan as he felt the bulbous cock head teasing his opening. His slit was tender and soaked, but the bluntness of the head meant it wouldn't pop in without some extra work. He had to roll it, bend the shaft of the toy, and apply pressure by squatting on it a bit of a time until that pop happened. All at once the toy's head burst through his opening and the weight he had applied meant that half the toy plunged into him, once again making a visible bulge course through his belly only to stop about half way up his front.
\tAfter falling into a comfortable kneeling squat, he started bouncing on this toy as well, its girth opening him up deeply. The sensation of the head invading his depths mixed with the subtle texture along the length and the ridges of the median ring and all the veins kept him eagerly bouncing. Every bit was tickling him in a different way in a different place all the way to the base.
\tAnd since the toy wasn't as long as the buck, he was able to sit heavily on the toy, going so low his cloaca actually went past where the cock ended and the sheath began, so he got to feel the sensation of the simulated wrinkles of equine sheath spreading him significantly wider than before.
\tThat tingle got more intense given the texture and ridges and veins, so he knew he couldn't go too hard with this toy, not without adjusting a bit. But Kevin was not the type to be reserved when it came to his orgasms. Once he was lost to the lust, he was less discerning about how he proceeded, so he just started bouncing on the toy from sheath to median ring, the girth of it showing bulges in his belly every time. The head was big enough that he could almost make out the bumps around the ridge through his belly.
\tHe even went so far as to shift until he was on his feet again, hands on his dresser and nearby table for balance as he started slamming himself down on the toy, desperate to get every bit of length in and out of him with every stroke. The sound of his guts churning, the juices spattering, and his flesh struggling to keep up with his aggresive bounces almost got to be too much, so when the toy popped out of him and then popped right back in, his eyes actually crossed and he nearly fell over.
\tThat sensation of having the blunt tip escaping his cloaca then breaching it on the way in not only felt more intense than anything else, it also felt like it was what was gonna do the best opening him up for the egg so he did it again. He lifted himself off the toy fully so the tip just barely came out, then he slammed back down as the girth of it passed through him with a squelch, forcing out the air that was trapped between the blunt head and his gaping slit.
\tOn and off he went, completely swallowing the toy and spitting it back out his hole, completely ignoring his cock. The sensation of the toy coursing through his body gave him the same deep, tingling sensation that usually led to an orgasm, so he stopped by slamming down all the way to the base, nearly taking in the entire toy and losing it to his guts in the process.
\tWhile he was as low as he could go, grinding on the sheath and balls while his cock twitched and leaked down its tapered length, he pumped a few more spurts of lube and started smearing it all over the flared version of the horse cock. That one was the same size and shape, only the head was full climactic size, so it was three times as broad as the shaft that held it, the entire head now like a pair of pillows with the urethral opening in the center. This toy was attached to a tube, so he could 'cum' in himself, applying the lube deeper. He wasn't doing that today.
\tThis would be an excellent test for him. The head of the toy was exceptionally blunt, like the giant dragon egg. If he could get that in, he might stand a chance forcing the egg as well. The problem was that since the flared head was so broad, he'd only been able to take it by coming in from the side and squishing it in; once it was inside it could pass through his guts with ease but going from open air to the bottleneck of his cloaca was a challenge.
\tLike every other time, he started by turning the toy's head on its side a bit, slowly ascending off the unflared version with a plop and letting it flop to the ground behind his tail feathers while forcing the flared tip of the other toy inside him. He was pleased to see that his hole had been loosened enough to take the toy at an angle with ease, his opening slack and tender as he hoped.
\tThe flare inside made an even more distinct bulge in his belly as it coursed through him, the brim of it so broad compared to his torso he could count the little bumps that lined the head through his abdominal wall. He even took a moment to tap each one individually, just to see if he actually could and it wasn't just imagining it. He could, which encouraged him to squat lower, the bulge going up to his chest and disappearing behind his ribcage.
\tHe tried to do the same thing he did with the first stallion, bouncing on its full length to get the most out of every stroke, but when he tried to pull off the flare acted like a plug and refused to come out. Since it couldn't be twisted, it had to all come out at once and that just resulted in his cloaca lips being tugged away from his body, distending broadly before letting the whole thing out with such an audible pop he could have swore he heard an echo!
\tOnce again he nearly collapsed forward, nearly hitting his beak on the side of his dresser. The empty feeling in his guts made him desperate to be filled again so he got back into a squatting position over the toy and tried to stuff it back in, finding the flare popped in easier this time. He still needed to twist it a bit to take it from an angle but it wasn't as intense and it went in easier!
\tMaybe it was time? Maybe he'd loosened up enough to take the dragon egg? The horse flare was just as wide but it was softer and could be adjusted, while the egg was firmer and more demanding but also meant it wouldn't twist or give or bend under him when he sat on it.
\tHe pushed down on the toy while he knelt there, squeezing it with all his abdominal strength. The toy was forced to bend underneath him, the flared head bursting from his guts as the length of the shaft doubled over. Once it escaped him, the whole thing flung itself halfway across the room, landing with a splat of lube and his juices at the base of the door with a thud.
\tDistracted and on a mission, he cleared his towel and grabbed the giant egg, which was the size of one of his thighs and sky blue in colour. It was a gorgeous work of art with subtle texture all over it. He held it erect with one hand while pumping lube with the other, getting a lot to coat both it and him again. His natural fluids lasted a while but he wanted all the help he could get.
\tReady to take the plunge, he put the egg underneath him, resting his entire weight on its narrow end. The girth of it immediately spread him open but he felt that familiar resistance as its thicker parts met up with his hip bones, stopping immediately. The curve of it and the sheer thickness meant it wasn't moving in any deeper. At least not at first.
\tHe was able to shift his weight, grind on the egg toy, and slip a couple fingers in between is cloaca lips and the shell texture to test and see if he was able to get a bit more girth out of it. He could, but it seemed he had more room from front to back than he had from side to side. He was even able to force a fist up inside his cloaca next to the egg's girth, but only if he did so towards the front, if he tried it from the side he couldn't resist his natural limits.
\tThe toy was absolutely soaked in the milky, slick lube, its thickest part grinding against his hip bones and his wrist as he continued to fist himself. His cock was at full mast, curled up around his belly with the tip dipping in near orgasmic position. He could feel the thickest part of the egg right at his slit, like it was just about to lurch inward when the door slammed open, knocking the flared horse cock toy out of the way. “AH!” Kevin yelped and grabbed the edge of the dresser and table. The shock of it made his body clench, forcing the egg out and ensuring it wasn't going to slip into him.
\tBlue stood in the doorway, looking concerned. “I heard a thump, are you-” He stopped and grinned. “Oh.”
\t“B-Blue! What are you doing home?!” Kevin blushed, barely able to make eye contact. His feathers fluttered behind him and his wings were splayed out in surprise, like he was prey looking bigger than he actually was. “I didn't hear you come in!” It was then that he noticed that Blue was nude. Standing in his open door. Nude. This wasn't uncommon for the deer, but it did stand out as being peculiar, like he wasn't being sincere with his concern.
\tBlue stood up straight, a bleat of amusement caught in his throat. “I got back a bit ago, heard you toying and was gonna offer to help but figured if you wanted me, you'd say so. But then I heard a thump and-” He leaned over to see the flared horse cock toy under the table. “I think I figured it out.”
\tKevin gulped, throat pressing out against the two collars. “So, uh, are you gonna-”
\t“I can help if you ask.” He reached into his sheath, pulling out a small vial from the confines next to his member. “But only if you ask.”
\t“What's that?” Kevin nearly whimpered. He wasn't usually this aversive and shy around Blue in particular but he felt vulnerable since he'd been walked in on instead of inviting his roommate. As he sat on the egg, he felt the thick part pushing out of him, he was going to need to work back up to it.
\t“Potion!” Blue said, tossing it and catching it in midair. He popped the cork with his thumb and motioned like he was gonna pour it directly into his sheath while using his other hand to pry the entrance open a bit. “But you gotta ask.”
\t“Yeah I see that, but what's it do?” He cawwed, not angry but mildly frustrated at the situation.
\t“Ask for help and I'll show you.” Blue once again motioned like he was going to pour the potion into his sheath directly onto his cock. “And what is it we need to do here?”
\tKevin stood up and flopped back onto his bed, cloaca sealing as the egg escaped him and rolled over onto the ground. He used his toe talon to point to the egg. “I need to get that thing in me for a show tonight.” He knew his position resting on his elbows on the bed was enticing but he was actually a little exhausted from the intensity of bouncing on the toys.
\tBlue grinned and bleated. “Yeah, I can help with that.” He pried open his sheath and poured the entire contents of the vial into himself then pinched the tip to keep it from dripping out as it was absorbed into him. “I'll take care of you.”
\t“So what's it do?” Kevin asked, not nervous but hesitant. “I was already using some big toys if you think a bit of growth potion is gonna make a difference.”
\t“You'll see.” Blue stepped over the egg to kneel on the edge of the bed, his sheath hovering over Kevin's cock, his balls hanging low and nearly pressing to the avian's cloaca. He rubbed his sheathe to coax out a bit of his length, which was almost the exact size and shape of the buck toy Kevin used earlier, which was impressive because the toy was a touch bigger than Blue was normally.
\tKevin brought his feet up to grip both of Blue's arms with his talons. “You might need more than that. I started with a toy that big and went up from there.”
\t“Toys don't compare to the real thing.” Blue lowered himself so that his snout was nearly touching the raven's beak. He shifted his form a bit, angling himself so that his tapered tip eased its way into Kevin's cloaca, squeezing the bird's cock between their bellies.
\tMuch as Kevin hated to admit it, Blue was right. Toys didn't compare to the real thing. Sure, the size and shape were the same, but the texture was different, the warmth was different, the disparity between rigid core and soft, outer later felt so different, and Kevin could literally feel the pulse of Blue's heartbeat coursing through him. It was not the same, but he still needed bigger for this. He wanted to make a joke, but as he felt Blue's sheath press to his slut, he threw his head back and cawwed happily, arms folded up on his chest and wings twitching beneath him.
\t“See?” Blue said, nuzzling by Kevin's cheek to whisper into his ear hole. He started to buck into him, slamming sheath to cloaca without a hint of hesitation or reservation. He grabbed the bird by the waist to hold him in as he slowly built up into a rut-like, aggressive series of bucks.
\tKevin loved this; feeling the girth of his roommate pounding his entrance was wonderful and the length seemed to worm its way through him to the middle of his chest just like before, but something was different this time. The more Blue assaulted his cloaca, the tighter he felt.
\tHe reached down between them to feel what was happening between them and he was shocked to notice in between thrusts that Blue's girth was far bigger than he was expecting. Bigger than he was usually, bigger than the toy, and approaching the total diameter of the flare of the horse cock toy! Not as big as the egg but it was getting there!
\tWhile rocking and being slammed in the bed he was going to say something when he noticed that there was something tickling at the back of his throat, but only when Blue was pressed sheath to cloaca inside him. He tried to speak, to ask questions, or even to let out a cute caw of appreciation but was cut off and couldn't make a noise.
\tBlue's cock had grown inside Kevin to many times its normal size, the length of it enough to reach from the avian's cloaca all the way to the back of his throat and it seemed to be getting bigger with each and every new thrust. The girth in his cloaca kept expanding, applying more pressure that was not resisted with each thrust followed by the full-bodied friction of the blue buck's every thrust.
\tKevin felt each and every motion throughout his entire torso, like he was being used as a personal flesh sleeve for his partner. That potion was more than just a size potion, it was a hyper potion! Easily! Blue was growing far beyond what should have been possible, and he was doing it while completely holstered inside the bird's cloaca!
\tPart of him wondered if there would be any transfer of the potion's effects to him, perhaps loosening him up or making his guts as pliable and expandable as Blue's cock was. Those thoughts were pretty quickly snuffed out when the tapered cock tip actually curled in his throat, pressing down to the base of his tongue only to be pulled back towards his belly with every thrust.
\tHe tried covering his beak to keep the expanding member from poking out his gullet but it was growing too fast and he couldn't stop it from forcing its way out of him.
\tAn attempt to gulp was made, to see if swallowing would resist the force of the cock emerging from his gullet but it didn't help, at all. And the more it grew, the tighter his collars got around his throat. Not only was the buck's member so long it was coming out his beak, it was growing so thick it was making a bulge in his threat that was only stopped by the leather of two collars.
\tHowever, the extra tightness in his crop by the collars mixed with the quivering flesh of Kevin's cloaca around his base seemed to tease Blue to near climax. But instead of leaning back and shooting his seed everywhere like a buck would do when rutting normally, he leaned down to press his snout to Kevin's beak, kissing the bird and bucking hard to force his own member out of the avian and into his own throat.
\tBlue offered only a few more thrusts before bleating around Kevin's beak and slamming his hips erratically, his massive twin orbs – both of which had swelled to the size of the egg – clenched up to his body and forced litres upon litres of his buck seed through Kevin and back down his own throat, bloating his belly to press himself down lower, pinning the avian's cock between them.
\tHe offered a few more bucks, every bit of his length throbbing through the avian's body, forming a distinct bulge through the torso and throat, the girth of it when ejaculating nearly snapping the twin collars.
\tKevin whimpered and tried to vocalize again but couldn't do a thing with cock emerging from his throat. He instinctively gulped when Blue started to pull out, like he was swallowing the mass of buck cock as it disappeared down his throat. He got only a brief taste of deer seed as the tip passed over his tongue, still leaking.
\tAll at once, Blue pulled out, leaving Kevin feeling hollow as the tapered toy wormed its way out backwards. At a point, his bowels stopped closing shut, remaining gaped in the buck's absence.
\tBlue stumbled a bit on his hooves, nearly stepping on the egg. “Whoa, okay, yeah, that much all at once really takes it out of me. I'm feelin' a bit dizzy.”
\tNow able to speak again, Kevin gulped to make sure there was nothing left in his throat. His voice was a little hoarse but it wasn't too egregious. “Can you help me with the egg?” He asked, one leg stull up and hole still gaped. The roof of his cloaca remained with a ridge along the inside, the portion of his cock that had sucked back in next to it once the hyper cock pulled out of him. As he breathed, his walls collapsed and expanded without ever sealing shit.
\tAfter getting his balance, his cock still full sized but soft with its tip resting on the ground, Blue nodded. “Yeah.” He reached down and cradled the giant egg with both hands, nearly dropping it due to it being covered with lubricant and a mixture of both his and Kevin's fluids. Once he had it under control, he pressed the narrow end up to the avian's cloaca, forming a seal between lip and shell before pushing and forcing it in.
\tHe had to use one hand on the butt end of the egg while using his other hand on Kevin's shoulder for leverage, but Blue was able to get the egg's thickest part to breach the restrictive confines of Kevin's hip bones. He stopped when he felt the lurch was about to come. “You ready?”
\tAll Kevin could do was nod slowly, his toe talons curling and his hands folded on his chest.
\tThey shared a glance, then Blue leaned into him with all his weight, forcing the egg into Kevin's cloaca with an audible squelch as the raven's slit clenched and sealed shut around his fist.
\tKevin cawwed, but then belched loudly as the air that was trapped in him from the gape escaped his beak. He slapped both hands over his cere and blushed, then the two of them collapsed on top of each other, laughing at the sloppy juicy sounds coming out both ends of the avian.
\tBlue rubbed the round belly of his now-gravid roommate. “So, now that you can get it in, let's get this out and we can try again?” He pointed to Kevin's beak to indicate he'd be going in orally.
\tKevin shook his head. “Nah, that's not how the show is gonna go. The plan was to lay it on stage, so it stays there until I'm ready to lay it, preferably right into someone's lap.”
\t“Oh, really now?” Blue raised an eyebrow then bleated when he lipped the plumage that stuck out from between the two collars. “I should definitely come and watch though. Just in case something gets stuck and you need something big to dislodge it.” He grabbed his cock and slapped it on Kevin's belly right next to the avian's own member.
\tThey both laughed again before rolling off the bed, with Kevin waddling like a gravid hen as they cleaned up the toys and the session mess.
\tThat show was going to be quite fun for both of them.