This story was written to go with the picture above, by Essyx.
Ahab was perplexed by the motions of the townspeople below him. It had started out like any other day in the village, but now the tiny furs were gathering near the macro bird’s feet, as if trying to get his attention.
This was all new to Ahab. When a macro friend of his went on vacation, they asked him to watch over the town while they were away. “Shouldn’t be too hard,” Ahab was told. “Just make sure it doesn’t get wiped out by some sort of disaster.”
Still, Ahab hadn’t heard anything about actually interacting with the townsfolk. But there they were, chanting something imperceptible and dancing in unison at his feet.
“OK, how can I help you?” the big eagle said, sitting down to get a closer look at the furs. They kept dancing feverishly. “Is that some sort of rain dance?” Ahab asked. “You want me to make it rain?”
The chanting continued, but Ahab heard some cheering mixed in, so he figured he had the right idea. “Rain… how to make it rain…?” Maybe his friend could make it rain at a moment’s notice, but Ahab sure couldn’t. He looked around. There were only a few clouds in the sky, and none seemed like they contained much moisture. He swatted at one, but the gesture proved ineffective at actually producing rain for the city.
“I’m sorry, guys,” Ahab said, looking back down. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to— oh!” He spotted something that might just do the trick.
Ahab spread his legs and casually began to rub his dick in front of the crowd of villagers. “I guess this would be one way to provide some precipitation,” the bird said, gradually becoming erect.
At full mast, it was nearly as large as the village itself. The micros didn’t seem perturbed by the act, so Ahab kept stroking. If anything, the townsfolk seemed to be growing more excited. Their chants grew louder, and their enthusiasm fed into the big eagle’s arousal, until, finally, he erupted.
“Here’s… your… rain…” he panted, launching thick ropes of cum miles into the air before they showered back down onto the town moments later. Fed by the micros’ encouragement, the macro’s orgasm lasted longer than usual, thoroughly drenching the village and causing the crops in the nearby fields to appear like they were covered in snow. “There… now your farmland… is nice and… fertile, ha,” Ahab said. He sighed and laid down on his back to catch his breath.
He didn’t have long to rest, however, as a loud ringing cut short his break. Ahab grabbed his phone, which had squashed a nearby hill when he set it down earlier. It was the macro friend who was on vacation. “Oh, hey there,” he answered. “Your town’s doing just fine. The villagers are really cute. … Yeah, I think I’m doing everything right,” he said, looking down with pleasure at the flooded city. “No disasters to worry about at all!”