Click.
Walkie jumped as he heard the front door to the apartment open. He knew Ahab would be returning home soon, but he didn’t expect it to be this soon. The little budgie stopped playing with the office toys on Ahab’s bedroom desk and hopped down into his chair, ready to surprise him when he walked in.
“What a day,” Ahab muttered as he walked into the room, the eight-foot-tall bird not opening the door so much as just leaning through it. The big eagle had already unbuttoned his shirt, and he shrugged it off completely as soon as he entered the bedroom, beak in his phone the entire time.
Walkie struggled to rotate the desk chair with his four-inch-tall body. “S— Su—” he started, scooting furiously against the seat.
He lost his balance as Ahab, clad only in jeans and still fully engrossed in his phone, grabbed one arm of the chair and swiveled it to sit down. “Surpri—” Walkie shouted, but the end of the word was muffled as a wall of denim descended on the budgie.
Ahab sat there a few minutes, scrolling idly through Twitter, completely unaware of the small bird trapped beneath his ass. Walkie didn’t seem to mind, either. He struggled a bit at first — this wasn’t the surprise he was expecting — but now he was content to be underneath the eagle’s warm cheeks, sealed off from the outside world.
Ahab finally closed Twitter and turned to open his laptop. Then he noticed. He fidgeted a little, realizing something was off. “Is there…” he said, lifting his butt and reaching a hand to search underneath, “…something…” He trailed off. His hand brushed the budgie once or twice, but he stopped after just a few seconds.
The eagle stood all the way up. “Whew,” Walkie said, catching his breath. “Ahab! It’s me! Down here!” But Ahab still didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them and his boxers all the way off.
“Maybe this will help,” Ahab said, layered with just the slightest hint of a smirk that made Walkie question whether Ahab might be feigning ignorance. Before he could think too much of it, that ass was descending once again, pinning Walkie underneath black-feathered bird butt.
This time Ahab started fidgeting immediately, grinding his cheeks over the part of the chair where Walkie lay in a way that had to be intentional. “Huh. It sure feels like there’s still something stuck down there. But I can’t quite be sure…” He kept going. It was gentle, but still enough to make the little budgie’s head spin.
Walkie couldn’t do anything but lay there as Ahab’s ass rolled over him — not that he wanted to. It was a somewhat humid day and Walkie could tell that Ahab had started to sweat a little on his walk home. Every time Walkie breathed in, his mind fogged up, intoxicated with the scent. He was rock hard without even realizing it, his boner making the smallest of dents in the huge bird butt above him.
Ahab kept going for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes. Even so, it was overwhelming for the little bird, and he quickly reached his climax, splattering budgie cum onto one of Ahab’s ass cheeks.
It’s possible Ahab was too big relative to Walkie to notice even that, but either way, he finally stopped, lifting his rump just high enough to reach his huge hand back down and grab the smaller bird and pull him out before sitting back down and leaning back.
“Oh, it’s Walkie!” Ahab said in mock disbelief, holding the budgie by the tail feathers at eye level. “What a surprise! What are you doing here?”
The little bird shivered as the eagle’s breath hit him for the first time. “I was just passing through and decided to hang out here for the day,” he said. “Wasn’t that hard to slide under your door to get in.”
“Hmm. Maybe being a micro has some perks,” Ahab said, rubbing his beak. “Was this what you expected when you showed up?”
“Not exactly,” Walkie said. “But this is better!”
Ahab laughed. “Glad I can show you a good time. You’re leaking, by the way.”
Walkie looked down and saw the last remnants of his orgasm drip down to the floor. Or, well, they would’ve made it to the floor if not for something else blocking their descent.
“Yeah,” Walkie responded. “So are you.”
Ahab’s member was at full mast, throbbing hard and already leaking a bit of precum from teasing the smaller bird. His beak curled into a smile. “Then how about we take care of that?”
Walkie nodded vigorously. Ahab gradually lowered him until he was able to gently place the budgie on the tip of his dick. It took Walkie a second to get his footing as he got used to its rhythmic twitching, but soon he was able to perch there as Ahab leaned back in his chair. “Go ahead,” the eagle said. “Give it a try.”
Walkie knelt down and took a hesitant lick of the precum that was flowing out of Ahab’s dick. There certainly wasn’t any shortage of it. After taking a small sip, he lifted his head back up to contemplate the taste. It was slightly more sweet than salty, nice enough to prompt Walkie to bend back down and have another taste.
This time, as he approached Ahab’s urethra, he felt a single huge finger push on the back of his head, pressing him right up against the opening. “Go ahead,” Walkie heard Ahab say. “Don’t be shy. There’s plenty.”
Walkie didn’t need the extra prompting. The budgie started guzzling the precum emerging from Ahab’s dick, to the extent that even the eagle himself was surprised.
“Whoa, whoa, OK, maybe be a little shy!” he said. “You’ve gotta save room for dessert.” Ahab gradually dragged the micro away from the entrance to his urethra and down the side of his shaft, the smaller bird licking all the way. “So let’s start making it.”
Ahab grabbed the budgie with a large talon and held him there as he grasped his cock with the same hand, pushing Walkie into the flesh of his dick. Walkie was overwhelmed in an instant by the eagle’s powerful musk, huffing with satisfaction as the scent hit his nostrils.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ahab said. Walkie nodded vigorously. It wasn’t just the scent — it was a full sensory experience, from the warmth and slickness of the big black shaft to the pulsating of the blood from inside, sustaining Ahab’s erection. Those pulses reverberated through the budgie’s entire body as he wrapped his wings as best he could around the eagle’s cock.
“Comfy? Good,” Ahab said. He began to slide the budgie up and down the length of his shaft, slowly. The precum had made the dick slick enough that, even when pressed into it, Walkie slid along it with relative ease.
He was already hard again, his own erection frotting against Ahab’s far larger one. Ahab noticed, too. He contorted a pinky to reach in and rub the budgie’s boner even as he continued to use the smaller bird to rub his own.
It wasn’t long before Ahab picked up the pace, feeling that he was close. “Hold on,” he grunted, not that Walkie had much of a choice. He was just along for the ride at this point. He could feel the pressure growing inside the larger bird’s cock as well as his own as he was lifted up and down its length, until, finally, he climaxed for the second time, shooting his seed up the side of Ahab’s shaft.
Not more than a split-second later, Ahab erupted as well, launching his load high into the air above the budgie. His grip on Walkie relaxed, and the smaller bird fell backward into his palm, panting.
For a moment.
Then the first of Ahab’s cumshots fell, some of it partially landing in Walkie’s beak and the rest of it splattering across his body. He had no time to react before the rest of the torrent arrived, showering the budgie in thick eagle jizz. Every time it seemed like the orgasm was over, a little more spurted out of the tip of the dick towering above him.
Eventually, Ahab lay back in the chair, completely spent. After a second, he raised his hand and brought Walkie back up to face level. “You’re a bit of a mess,” Ahab said, holding the smaller bird up by the back of the purple hoodie he always wore. “Here, I’ll clean you up.”
His tongue extended out from his beak — an enormous, saliva-covered wall quickly reaching out toward Walkie, who could only turn his cheek before it arrived. Ahab licked the budgie’s cheek affectionately, cleaning the sticky feathers with his saliva. Walkie instinctively turned the other way after a moment and let him do the same to the other side.
When Ahab finished, he held Walkie a few inches away from his beak and blew a quick, tight stream of air at the smaller bird’s face. “There, that’ll dry you off.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be enough,” Walkie said, blinking from the blast of cool air. “You’re gonna have to be more thorough.”
“Oh?” Ahab paused. “A full body wash? Usually I charge extra for that, but today, I’ll give it to you for free.” He opened his beak wide and placed Walkie on the tip of his tongue, giving the little bird just a moment to gaze deep into the drooling maw before retracting the tongue and shutting his beak behind it.
“Please roll up your windows and do not attempt to leave the bird during the cleaning,” Ahab’s voice boomed around him. Then Walkie felt something warm and moist wrap around his body as Ahab began caressing the budgie with his tongue.
Ahab was gentle, but in the complete darkness of his beak, Walkie had no idea where the tongue would reach next. He rolled around on it as best he could, dousing himself in Ahab’s drool and thoroughly cleaning his feathers with it. Occasionally, Ahab would dredge up some saliva in the corner of his beak, and he’d roll Walkie into it. At times, it was almost enough to submerge the tiny bird.
Ahab kept this up for a few minutes, buffeting Walkie with his tongue all around his maw and making sure every inch of the budgie was covered with his drool. But then he paused as his tongue encountered something hard, as opposed to the soft feathers he was expecting.
Walkie was fully erect yet again, fueled by the sensations of being at the mercy of Ahab’s maw. He felt as if he hadn’t ejaculated in weeks, despite already cumming twice in the past hour.
“You’re loving this, I can tell,” Ahab’s voice echoed around the budgie. “Let me help you out with that.”
Walkie’s legs were suddenly pushed apart as the tip of Ahab’s tongue rose upward between them. It gave Walkie’s balls some attention before focusing on the shaft, rubbing it gently.
It took just a few seconds of this before Walkie unloaded for the third time, this time directly onto Ahab’s tongue.
“Ah, delicious,” Ahab said, the corners of his beak curling into a smile. “And the cum tasted good, too.”
Ahab opened his beak a little to let some light back in as Walkie lay back onto the soft, fleshy pillow of his tongue. The two sat there quietly, enjoying the afterglow. “Well,” Ahab broke the silence after awhile, “I can’t say this is how I expected today to go. But I don’t mind in the slightest.” He turned to his desk and opened his laptop.
“Same,” Walkie said, peering at the screen through Ahab’s beak. “What are you gonna do now?”
“Oh, I was gonna do some writing,” the larger bird said. “I wasn’t sure what it was going to be about, but I think you’ve given me plenty of ideas.”
