Stuffing Kelly
The rooster shut the door behind himself, turned his key in the lock, and strode forward as if he owned the place. For the next hour or so he did own it, as well as the services of its occupant: a scantily clad monitor lizard named Shoa. "I expected to see you today, Mr. Kelly," the reptile murmured softly.
"You know I need these weekly meetings," the bird said as he began to disrobe and fold his clothes, placing them on a small end table by the door. "The stresses of being a manager, an important pillar of the community, as well as being the head of a household add up so quickly. I don't think I could ever come close to explaining it all. Not that I don't think you're bright!" Kelly's simple but obviously custom-tailored tunic, trousers and ascot were quickly refolded by the monitor's expert hands as the rooster, naked but still fully covered by his handsome feathers, strutted toward a massage table. "You should be happy to be part of this world, inside these walls...it's like a permanent vacation for you, isn't it?" He settled with his belly on the table, folded his wings under his head and rested his beak on his hands.
"Of course it is." Shoa quickly returned to the table and immersed his rough, scaled hands into a bin of silvery dust. Clapping his hands together, he then reached back in to give his fingers a better coat. "Especially when you're here, Mr. Kelly. I can tell from your voice that it's been a rough week!" He seized the rooster's shoulders, rolling them back and forth through their comfortable range of motion as the bird spread his wings, letting his head sink to the table. "Now you just relax while you're here."
Shoa refreshed the dose of powder on his hands; it was designed to both allow his scaled digits to slip past the bird's feathers without catching on them, and increase the shine of those feathers after touching them; just as a wild bird might give himself a dust bath. "I don't know what I'd do without you," Kelly moaned as the lizard began rubbing vigorously in circles on both sides of his lower back. He spread his legs a little further apart and waved his tail feathers slowly by flexing the muscles in his butt.
By now this was an expected signal between the two of them; Shoa still smiled at how shy Kelly had been in the first few months. It had taken him six visits to ask for anything more than a rubdown, even though it was obvious that he wanted so much more. Now, it was routine. "Just wait a little bit, sir," he hissed as he worked his way back up to the bird's shoulders. "You're so tense! I want you to really enjoy yourself, and trust me...you can't enjoy it fully if you're still sore. You're not in a hurry, are you sir? Please tell me you didn't try to squeeze me into a time slot where we'd have to hurry! I'd be so hurt."
"You just do such good work," Kelly moaned slowly as he spread his legs wider and curled his toes. "I get overeager."
Shoa pushed aside the dusty powder and produced several small tubs from beneath the table. "Shall we start with fingers, or go right for a fist?" He pulled the lid from the first tub and dipped in his hands. They emerged dripping with odorless, slick oil.
"Two fingers to start with," the rooster said as he folded his wings across his beak, as though hiding himself out of bashfulness. "You know I can't handle it too-AHHH! Too...quickly," he whimpered as the lizard began the next phase of Kelly's visit while he had been speaking.
Using his exquisitely trimmed and groomed left hand, Shoa inserted two of his nearly clawless, stubby fingers into the bird's cloaca and turned them slowly back and forth. Kelly squirmed and moaned on the table, and bit himself on the wing before asking "Could you go for three now?"
"Of course, Mr. Kelly." The reptile waited for the rooster's moans to reach a certain pitch and frequency before he advanced to a fourth; his movements became much jerkier and rougher.
"The fist," squawked the rooster. "The whole thing, scaly. Do it!"
Shoa withdrew his hand, made a fist, and after dipping it into the oil he started pushing it past the bird's shivering, clenching cloacal lips. He took his time, perhaps a bit more than was necessary. This was hardly the first time his client had asked for this, and Shoa often wondered if he could just begin their sessions by jumping straight to this. Kelly arched his back and crowed, caught his breath and crowed again as the lizard's hand suddenly lurched deeper.
"How's that feel," the reptile asked as he slowly rotated his fist back and forth, buried deep inside the rooster. "It feels good, like last time? I slipped in so quickly there. Please tell me, sir: was that too easy? Are you ready for something more?"
"More?" The rooster tried to look over his shoulder, but didn't quite make it all the way around before wincing and returning to his prone position on the table. "A dildo? Some sort of plug? Bring it on!"
"Something like that," Shoa said as he began slowly pulling out his balled fist. The rooster clucked and winced as Shoa paused just inside the vent. He then yanked out quickly, and wiped his hand clean on a towel. "Something right along those lines." He reached under the table and pulled out a silken bag, held closed by a cord. Deftly tugging the cord and opening the bag, Shoa walked to the head of the table. Reaching in, he pulled out a highly polished stone and showed it to the rooster. It was big enough to fit in his palm and cover it; Shoa doubted he could hold three at once in one hand without being exceptionally careful.
"It looks like an egg!" Kelly's beak hung open for a few seconds, and then he laughed. "A stone egg! Where did you get it?"
Shoa didn't answer; he rolled the rock back and forth across his fingers and shook the bag. The resulting clinks informed the bird that there were several more.
"Why not! Yes, why not. I wish the old hen could see this."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her, sir." Shoa dipped the rock into the oil. "You've said that almost every time you've been here."
Kelly spread his legs apart a little more and shivered; his tail feathers dipped and rose, shaking. "Do it. Put them in, Shoa."
Shoa gave his hands a good coat of the dust to keep them from slipping too much on the oiled and smooth surface of the rock egg, and began to insert its narrower end into the rooster's cloaca. "They're not that wide," hissed the lizard as Kelly continued to squirm. "You're warmed up and ready. But I bet they have no give, no softness in them. No flexibility, like flesh."
Kelly moaned and tensed up; Shoa held the rock in place, not allowing the rooster's contractions to expel the foreign object. The constant pressure was relentless; the rooster's resistance faded and progress continued. "Is it almost in," cried the bird.
"Almost," said Shoa gently. He gave the blunt end a gentle nudge and the rock disappeared, swallowed up by the bird's behind. "There, it's inside. Still wish your gentle lady could see you now, Mr. Kelly?"
"I've got...quite a bit...more respect for her," Kelly panted as he slowly moved his hips left and right, getting accustomed to the heavy intruder.
"And there's plenty more where that came from," said Shoa as he pulled out two more rock eggs and dropped them into the small bucket of oil. He turned the silken bag upside-down, and the rest clinked onto the table by Kelly's taloned foot. "There are five more, Mr. Kelly. Six total, one inside you. Shall we continue?"
"Six of them," the rooster mumbled. "I don't know."
"If you like this, it'd be better for me to know if six is a good number for you, sir. These weren't easy to get." Something in Shoa's tone seemed to linger in the rooster's mind, raising some questions. But it felt very good-just the kind of feeling that he'd dreamed of having, though he was ashamed to admit it even to Shoa, who knew so much about what he enjoyed. Or maybe the lizard understood him very well? After all, the rocks weren't just any shape: they were shaped just like chicken eggs.
"Stuff 'em in," he said, and then squawked as the lizard began to do just that. Again, the narrower end of one of the rocks was placed against the rooster's rear; as though screwing something in place, Shoa slowly rotated and pushed the oiled rock into his client.
The rooster again put up some resistance, grunting and bearing down. His attempt to push back caused the first rock to bump against the current one, making a loud click. Shoa began stroking the back of the rooster. Reaching as far toward the front of the table as he could, he made contact with the edge of Kelly's comb and gently rubbed it between his free hand while he continued working the second egg rock inside. "There we go. It's inside," he said as the cloacal lips swallowed it up. The reptile wondered how this would feel if done to himself. "Ready for number three, Mr. Kelly?"
The rooster grunted, and so the lizard began to coat the rock in the lubricating oil. While swirling it around a few times, he kept his other hand against the rooster's vent. Sure enough, Kelly tried to expel them again; a nudge kept them from escaping, and then the third rock's narrow edge entered the bird and forced the first two deeper inside. "Mmmmm. Mmmmfff....Oh, Shoa..I don't know if I can do six."
"Let's take our time, sir," said the lizard. Again, there was a strange tone to his voice that bothered Kelly. It was as if Shoa was dead set on getting all six inside. Was it the same attitude that a personal trainer would have, pushing a client to his limits?
But it was hard to think about anything else when his poor cloacal vent was stretched a little further. "What? What's...that?"
"A little bit larger than the others around the middle." Gentle pressure was again applied to keep the rock egg in place against the rooster's involuntary pressure resisting it. "I didn't notice that, Mr. Kelly. I would have saved it for last."
"Should have..rrrfff..used it first," mumbled the bird. The rock stretched him out a little wider, but not painfully so. It disappeared inside soon enough, clinking against its predecessors. "That's halfway?"
Shoa mumbled in agreement and started preparing the fourth. He placed the blunt side first for a change of pace, now that Kelly seemed able to handle slightly larger sizes. The bird noticed the change and groaned, lifting his rump in the air and spreading his legs even more. "Push it in. Oooooh, push it in slowly, Shoa. Be gentle...be gentle."
After some rotation and pressure, the rock egg disappeared. The blunt end seemed better at nudging the other rocks already inside out of the way. However, the tapered end now stubbornly refused to be swallowed up by the rooster's vent. The lizard gave it a little push, making the bird grunt and fidget restlessly on the table. "I'm eager to lay these suckers, Shoa."
"There are just two more, Mr. Kelly. Just two more eggs for you." Again, the reptile put the blunt edge against the quivering hole and let it rest there until he felt the rooster's gut clench, bearing down on the collection. That's when he started pushing in the rock, fighting against the rooster's body. It caused some movement; Kelly seemed to crawl forward as if to escape what was happening, while simultaneously moaning and whimpering about how good it felt. Shoa nudged the tip of the rock further and further inside. "There's just one more, sir. Only one more."
"I can do it," said the rooster in a very weak voice. "Please put it inside with the narrow end first, Shoa. Please."
"Of course, Mr. Kelly." The lizard began the final insertion just as requested, taking his time. The first of the rocks would be very deep inside the rooster, where sudden jabs would move beyond the pain that his client found tolerable, even enjoyable; and the pain that would make him think twice about coming back. It was a fine line. Shoa knew that this was a gamble, but he also knew the ins and outs of all of his clients, and Kelly was really the only suitable choice for this treatment.
"And there, Mr. Kelly, it goes." Shoa kept the back of his hand pressed against the rooster's behind, holding all of the rocks inside while the rooster inhaled slowly, holding his breath each time.
"Just six," he muttered. "Six. Maybe I'd like to do this again." He struggled to right himself, and moaned as the six rock eggs ground against each other, audible even on the outside. "No wonder my hen was so cranky! I'll buy her flowers and chocolate grubs on the way home...ohhh." He winced. "Gotta lay 'em."
He rolled onto his back, legs spread, and closed his eyes. "As bad as I want to push them out, I feel a little afraid of it," he said.
"Sir, it's better to do it here than anywhere else!" He smiled and slowly rubbed the rooster's belly. "I'll be here too."
Kelly groaned and winced as the last one inside slowly reappeared, ready to be the first to emerge. "Building up some pressure, there," he muttered. "Be nice...be nice." More and more of the blunt end became visible, nudging the cloacal lips further and further apart, until suddenly the rock lurched forward and tumbled onto the outspread fan of tail feathers, leaving marks of oil and small red traces of blood.
"I'll dust off your tail when you're done, Mr. Kelly." Shoa was a short distance away, keeping an eye on Kelly's progress while giving the rooster's clothes a quick brushing. "I should have put a towel down over your feathers. If we do this again, I'll remember next time. Too late to do much good now, though." A quick glance at the reddish marks told him it had indeed been a tight fit for Kelly, but any injuries were very minor tears, and they had to be close to the outside. It was nothing to worry about.
"Messy, messy process this is...laying eggs," muttered the bird. He began looking very pleased with himself, and rubbed his pubic area. The fifth rock to be inserted was next in line. It emerged with the tapered end pointing out, which was much easier on the rooster. More and more of it slid out, until at last it tumbled down in an almost leisurely way. Shoa picked up the two rocks and polished them with a towel.
The fourth egg in became the third egg out; it was much easier to push them out than it was to push them in, and this was especially true when the tapered end was the one that poked through the cloaca first. Kelly became somewhat giddy as he began to labor on the next one. "That...that's...rrrff.....halfway," he clucked. "Whew! Three more to go." He squawked and spun around, almost standing on the table before settling into a crouch. "Dust off my tail feathers now, Shoa."
"Of course, Mr. Kelly," answered the lizard. He dusted his fingers and combed through the fan of feathers as the rooster grumbled and giggled to himself. Just beneath the base of the feathers, the next rock emerged from the cloacal vent, hung there for a few seconds, and then dropped with a clunk onto the table. When they came out with the blunt end first, there seemed to be no progress at all until a critical part of the curve was reached; then they almost shot out of the bird. Shoa made a mental note about that for future reference.
"Almost done!" Kelly crowed. "Just two to go. Two eggs to lay." He shuffled his feet around and grunted; almost immediately the polished rock dropped onto the table and wobbled its way to one of the bird's feet. "Ah. This is getting easy. I take it back-my wife just doesn't do this often enough! One more."
Shoa stood back and let the rooster squat and push. Kelly flapped his wings, grimaced and groaned with enthusiastic effort. The rock appeared, dropping slowly as the bird labored to reverse all that had been done. Kelly nearly leaped to his feet and crowed with delight as the last rock left his body. "Whew! Oh my. That was definitely a new experience. Not something that happens every day, is it. Oooooh, that felt good."
The rooster rubbed his backside, then felt carefully around his tail feathers to check on the job Shoa had done dusting and cleaning them. "And only the memories remain," he said with a wink as he hopped off of the table.
"As always, Mr. Kelly." He began putting the rocks back into the silken bag, and nodded toward the end table by the door. "Your clothes are ready."
Kelly sang and hummed to himself, dressing and unlocking the door. "Be seeing you in about a week, you scaly stud," he said as he left.
"I look forward to it, sir," Shoa called after him just before the door swung shut. Shoa stood still for a while, watching the door.
Behind him, a curtain moved and a figure slithered out from behind it. "He was perfect," hissed a much deeper reptilian voice than the lizard's. "You do know your clients well. It went just as I had hoped; just as we needed."
"I guess I shouldn't have worried about you being here, Links. You were very quiet." Shoa turned to face a long, sinuous asp man, who coiled himself up and took the bag from the lizard with great excitement. "I have to say, that was the strangest request I've ever had; I don't run into that many actual voyeurs. When someone says they want to watch, it usually just means they want to look for the best time to jump in."
The snake seemed offended. "I only watched for what was necessary," he said. "This was no mere pleasurable outing! It provided a much needed element for a...a certain religious ceremony." Links opened the bag and gazed at the rocks, hissing and chortling to himself. "You used all six, correct? And you're certain this rooster, Kelly, is of the correct age?"
"Of course. And rock eggs stuffed up the slit of a rooster? I find it hard to imagine what kind of religious ceremony requires those. What the hell are you snakes going to do with them? Is there a deity that gets off on this kind of thing?" He laughed. "That'd explain why my friend down the hall sometimes gets priests visiting him."
Links regarded him for a moment before answering. "It's for a deity to use," he said. "A deity who will grant us a gift, the king of serpents." He said no more, and slithered through the door.