Thinking that knowing the difference between the plumage of a male and female oriole, you quickly select the picture of a male. At least he's better off as a boy than a girl bird, you think to yourself, hoping to spare your twin from the reality of his gender change.
You hear the familiar sounds of the air vents opening and the room fills up with a mist. You don't even bother holding your breath this time, feeling yourself go light headed. Moments later you're completely out.
You don't know how much time has passed when you finally come to. Your vision starts to come back and it takes you a several seconds before the fuzziness washes away and your remember everything that has happened to you and Mike. Unfortunately this isn't a dream. You try to move your arms only to realize that once again you're tied to a chair. You legs, same thing. In front of you is a stool, just a foot or so in front of you.
You start to yell out, to be cut short by your own gasp when you see a yellowish bird lying ontop of the stool before you. Awkwardly the bird that was once your brother is lying on its back. Her wings are held wide open, the tips tied down with string wrapping around the stool top. Even her little legs are held wide open, also tied down by string. Mike is literally in a spread eagle position, just like the bald eagle on the presidential seal. The little bird is completely unable to move, only able to turn her head side to side. You two make brief eye contact, only to be distracted by the loud metallic sound of the door that led Mike into your room closing.
Then you hear another sound, a small doorway opening in the corner of the room (just like the one that'd let the snake into Mike's original room).
You hear a flutter, as an orange and black blur buzzes into the room. For several seconds the other bird flies around frantically, confused and looking for a way out. Finally it lands on the ground, hopping around finding that the original doorway it came through is also closed. It looks glances around for awhile before jumping up onto the stool. It looks around, then at you, as if to see if you have any bread. Then looks at the less colorful bird lying next to him.
By its coloration is clearly another oriole male. As you watch it staring curiously at Mike, the horror dawns on you about what is about to happen.
After a couple curious hops closer to the female and several more moments of glancing around than back at her, as if to make sure there isn't a trap, he finally seems to make his decision. With a determined chirp (or as determined as a chirp can sound), the male seems to make its decision and positions himself at the tail end of the odd-ly positioned female. With a flutter of wings he jumps onto her. She can only scream with her shrill bird voice as he penetrates her with his penis. For a brief moment you catch a glimps of his little penis spreading and penetrating through the feathers between her legs
You try to look away, but that doesn't drown out their mating cries and the loud flutter of his wings. It seems to last for several minutes, with you being helpless as your brother is raped by the orange and black bird.
Finally the male is satisfied and jumps to the ground and begins to preen his feathers. You look at the female bird in front of you, noticing her slightly parted feathers showing the lips of the cloaca hiding beneath them.
You again hear the familiar sound of the small doorway opening up, followed by more fluttering as in flies another bird. Orange and black. Another oriole, another male.
After not too long you're watching helplessly as another male pounces on Mike.
Then the screen flicks back on to life, with the usual 20 second countdown
"CHOOSE:"