Thick Turkey Hotdog

Oh god. What the fuck are you doing, Anon. No, seriously, how the FUCK did you let yourself get into this situation? To be honest, you're not quite sure. You remember a bar. You remember copious amounts of booze, a flock of very large, fairly liquored up Vox, and you remember something very long, squishy, and wriggly going down your throat at some point. And now, you're lying on a creaky spring bed in a dimly lit dorm room, with one of those birds lying on top of you, half clothed and with his ass rubbing up against certain places that a sober you would probably never let anywhere near the weird bird thing.
	Even now, something in the back of your head isn't quite alright with this, but your second head is telling it to fuck right off. It could be said that you have despair, but also an erection. Before your reluctance allows this to go any further, the big, weird dinosaur-bird thing moves up further onto you and, by extension, your boner, sandwiching the meaty shaft right between it's buns. His - at least, you're fairly sure it's a he - skin is surprisingly soft and almost feathery, providing a smooth, silky hotdogging that only gets your despair-erection that much harder. You can't help but let out a light moan as the Vox gently glides his cheeks up and down your cock, looking back at you with what you think is probably supposed to be a sultry look. For a vox. Really, it looks more like it's deciding whether or not you're dinner; those teeth are pretty fucking creepy looking. While you were discerning the difference between fuck-me eyes and eat-you eyes, though, the Vox was busy propping your cock up against it's tight, slightly oily asshole. At least, you think it's an asshole? Bird anatomy is weird.
	Regardless, you eventually notice where your second head has headed, the fat tip of your cock already slipping into the tight, fat bird ass in front of it. You can't help but thrust upwards, and the rest of your dick slips right in, balls deep within seconds; the bird on top of you probably wasn't expecting that, judging by the loud squawk it makes as you bottom out inside it's asshole. The inside is one of the tightest holes you've ever been in, but still surprisingly slick, squishy, and warm, too. You grab it by it's big, meaty chicken thighs as it scrambles to acclimate to the big, thick asshole invader, and start to lift it back up off your schlong, only to slam it back down, hammering your cock in once again, eliciting another squawk of pleasure from the bird on top of you. Quickly, you find yourself getting into a rythm, hammering up as you pull it down by it's thighs, pounding the big thick bird butt like there's no tomorrow. You plow that Vox ass for what seems like hours; loud, wet slapping sounds combine with the grunts and moans of pleasure, filling the air with the music of drunk, mindless sex. You're pretty sure there's some weird moon-speak word for what his face is doing as you thrust in and out of his bubbly bird ass, but you sure as hell don't remember it.
	You're both close to climax now, with his moans and squawks getting longer and more drawn out, your grunting and thrusting getting more and more forceful as you drive headlong into the ectstasy of orgasm; with a few more aggressive, animalistic thrusts, you climb over the brink; your cock begins to throb and your eyes nearly roll back into your head as you bury yourself in that bird-boypussy one last time, shooting long, sticky strands of jizz deep inside of it, filling it to the brim with virile human seed. Just as you slam home into the Vox, it begins to shudder, throwing its head back and giving one last loud, nearly orgasmic sounding squawk of pleasure as it starts to squirt up into the air, basting itself and you in its own cum.
	You collapse backwards onto the bed, allowing your cock to slip out of the cozy, warm hole it once occupied, a strand of cum following alongside it. The bird likewise falls backwards onto the bed with you, happily cuddling beside you, even though you're both smelly, sweaty, and at least one of you is glazed with his own cum. Despite this, you soon fall asleep with the bird in your arms, your last thoughts - vox jizz tastes pretty good.