Anonymous >> #401946
Posted on 2015-04-19 08:57:12 Score: 9 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

what????? is that paint? an enema paint to a bird....

Anonymous >> #3164206
Posted on 2020-06-02 12:21:54 Score: 12 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Ill do this to my bird.

Anonymous >> #4591798
Posted on 2021-01-30 08:45:57 Score: 4 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

So I got like an egg vibrator and now i taped it to my birds ass so it cant shit or anything and then i give it a paint enema and honestly just wait til it dies and get another one

AnonymousFML >> #15094555
Posted on 2023-08-02 23:01:09 Score: 0 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

This is the story that was attached to the image. Not sure what the character limit on comments is, we'll see.

This is a story of a long time ago, when earth was still young and deities used to roam the earth.
It happened that, when painting the sky, the goddess of lawlessness got into a discussion with the god of the winds, whether the clouds shall be moved by his streams or be left to wander to their own will, free to curse any land they wanted with their storms or their total absence.
The discussion went on for several days, and when they finally came to an agreement, the goddess came back to her brushes, wanting to finish her due.
The wind got to move the skies, but the creatures that inhabited it would be free to move at their own will.
Still thinking about the conditions, she noticed that her brushes had been taken away, while most of the colors she prepared for the skies where missing, consumed by some uninvited guests, leaving back only blue, red, black and white.
Angry for the loss of all the pigments the goddess started walking, searching for her brush, and heard a sparrow singing. She looked at the bird, and found out that it had used her tools to make its nest, so she asked to its own shadow to grab it, and bring it to her.
Little could do the bird when darkness wrapped her wings to her body, removing the whole nest from the tree it was resting upon and bringing it on the desk of the goddess. As the shadow returned to her usual place, the sparrow found herself restrained, and looked with fear at the entity in front of her, a being with deep blue eyes with no pupil, and a red mark over her face. How dare you steal my brushes? Dont you know who I am? The bird just limited herself to tremble, as she looked at the deity, her heart beating faster and faster, and her breathe trying to keep up. I am Dysnomia, goddess of lawlessness, and those brushes where intended to paint the sky. The sparrow looked up at the half colored sky, then back at her angered gaze. Speak, creature, and tell me how sorry you are. At the command of the goddess, the sparrow started chirping: I didnt know those where tools. I just wanted to make my own nest. Dysnomia glared at the poor creature, and then grabbed her: I didnt ask for reasons. The scared creature shivered, her chest moving faster and her eyes searching frantically for a help she obviously wouldnt be given. So youre telling me all you were thinking about was reproducing, when you stole those brushes? Then I shall release you from your urges. The goddess took one of the brushes and inserted it into the sex of the creature in front of her. The response was pain, more than pleasure, as a piercing whine revealed. Here. Now you have what you where searching for. Are you happy? The bird replied in tears: Please, stop, that hurts! Here, let me help. With a movement of her hand, Dysnomia sent a stream of light into the sparrow,and soon its body began to accept the intruder with a completely different feeling, a burning itch that made her whole world collapse into a tiny spot between her legs. A feeling that made her scream, building pressure as her muscles contrapted, in an attempt to swallow more and more of the handle into her. Her body tensed, and her mind shut off, as the first and strongest orgasm of her life stormed her being. Oh, you seemed to like that. Commented the goddess, looking at the sparrow. The bird just nodded, taking back control over her body. Too bad this has to be the last time your kind gets to try something like that. From now on male sparrows wont have a penetrating organ anymore. This way no more of you will become thieves in order to get one of them. Her phrases roamed the earth, bending reality to her will and bringing truth to her words. Now tell me, what happened to my colors? The birdie explained to Dysnomia that once she made her nest, she started singing. Many birds arrived, attracted by her joyful chirps, but none of them was a male of the same kind of her. This made her sing more and more, attracting more birds, which eventually found the paint and used it to decorate themselves. The only colors left were just enough to paint the sky as it is nowadays. The story angered again the goddess, so she grabbed the last of the spares she had for the lost colors and returned to the table. Since all of my colors where wasted, might as well waste the last of my paint. The bird looked confused in her eyes, and then felt a sting as the head of a color tube was forced inside her back. Dysnomia pressed the paint inside her, emptying the tube and filling her bowels with a red thick paste, and then took an orange one, ready to repeat the act. The bird pleaded her to stop, though the goddess just ignored her, and proceeded at injecting her with the new pigment. Soon the orange tube was empty, and it came the turn of yellow, green, blue and purple. The creature looked really in heavy suffering as Dysnomia pulled out the last, violet tube. She examined the sparrow: her legs were shaking, her eyes closed and her beak strongly shut as she tried to endure the pain inside her. Despite the soft tears and the whimper, she was still trying not to make a show of herself. The goddess admired how much endurance the bird was showing, so she ordered the paint to stop hurting the poor thing. As the sparrow opened her eyes, Dysnomia said: Since by singing you got my paints stolen, now you shall sing those colors out Following the order of the goddess, the bird started to chirp, and stared in awe as she looked at the notes of her song turning in the sky into the very first rainbow this earth had ever seen. The result pleased Dysnomia, so she ordered: From now on, youll be my brush, painting the sky with my colors. This way the terms of the pact with the god of the winds were still respected, yet the goddess of lawlessness got a way of drawing something in the sky that wouldnt be moved by the wind, but just by the will of the sparrow. When the god of the winds learned this he tought he had been cheated, so he took his revenge by ordering the rain to follow the bird wherever she would go, trying to erase the blasphemy she bringed with her. This is why rainbows always appear with rain, stand still in spite of the wind and vanish rapidly.