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Art - [iconname]EmptyInside[/iconname]
Writing - [iconname]runa216[/iconname]
Kevin/Blue - [iconname]Draconicthistle[/iconname]

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

Kevin 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.

He 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.

In 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!

But 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.

The 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.

As 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.

But 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.

The logistics were different. He knew what he was doing.

So 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.

With 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.

It 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.

It 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.

He 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.

There 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.

If 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.

But 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.

He 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.

Three toys, a bottle of lube, and that gargantuan dragon egg.

His 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.

Horny, 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.

He 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.

Kevin 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.

The 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.

He 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.

The 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.

Despite 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.

Most 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.

The 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.

But 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.

He 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.

Kevin'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.

The 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.

He 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.

After 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.

And 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.

That 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.

He 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.

That 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.

On 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.

While 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.

This 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.

Like 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.

The 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.

He 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!

Once 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!

Maybe 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.

He 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.

Distracted 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 text