Imagine this: A squirming, pulsating swan cloaca. It's not something that you just come across every day. It truly takes dedication to catch one of those fuckers in the first place. Tying it down somewhere, while helpful, takes even more skill. But let's get back to the point: A swan, somewhere, has its glorious hole exposed to you. Is it a boy? A girl? You can't fucking tell with swans. They've evolved past the concept of gender. So you got a 50/50 chance you're a wholesome swan fucker (if there is such a thing) and a faggoty swan fucker. But these are odds I can live with.
Fitting in the tip is just the first step. You'll think, ``God, it's so tight, I'm going to explode!" And meanwhile the swan's screaming its head off, flapping its wings like there's no tomorrow. The swan may not know what you were up to before, but now, this fucker definitely knows. There's no way he couldn't. And you just keep sliding your dick into his hole, another inch after inch. It feels like it'll never end. The swan's wings flap in slow motion, and you can see each feather slowly drift down to the ground. Fucking thing of beauty it is. And it grips your dick harder, the more it struggles. She's one of those Chinese fingertraps you used to play with for your dick.
By the time you're half in, the swan's bleeding. This just makes the whole experience more ethereal. Your dick's lubed up just a bit more. And the swan will soon stop struggling altogether, as she enters a kind of trance. Pump, grind. Pump, grind. Let's go a bit faster now. Slowly in, slowly out. Reality begins to speed up. And your member grows even harder and even larger. Pump, grind. Pump, grind.
You're going in deep now. Balls deep. And the swan opens her graceful beak again. But she's not screaming now. Cawwww, the swan moans. Cawwww. She's in a state of ecstasy too. The fucking swan's going to orgasm soon. As you shove your dick in and out of her, she starts moving her hips in rhythm with your own. And the swans moans grow louder, becoming some kind of mysterious swan growl. Carooo, she replies: Carooo. She orgasms, fiercely clenching your cock deep within you. Your cock speaks back to her in terms she'll understand: Splud.
Slowly, slowly now, you take your cock out. Milky crimson film, a symbol of unity between man and beast glistens on it. The magical wonderland of swan fucking is over, your mystical experience fading to the real world. To you, it was a lifetime. To the real world, it was five minutes. But that red cream is a sign that it happened.