By Ventrus Kyarn
The forest was thick with healthy, green plant life in the region this time of year. While most of the other tribes in the area were already settling into the cold snow of winter, the valley was a geothermal hotspot that made sure resources stayed plentiful and living remained comfortable. Some inhabitants, however, wanted more than the stability and comfort of routine, instead opting to try out the more distant areas of the valley that weren’t inhabited.
Hyvan had heard the old legends of the area since he was a hatchling. Large predators, feral tribes, dangerous conditions; a lot of things that sounded more like deterrents than the truth. And if there was anything out that far in the valley that was worth the trouble of hiding with stories, he wanted to be the one to find it. Several others from his tribe had tried the journey before and hadn’t come back, but he actually had the skills to protect himself unlike them and was fully confident in his abilities.
He left in the dead of night, guiding himself with the dim moonlight over miles of trees and greenery. By the time the sun rose, he was already deeper into the forest than he’d ever been. Compared to the lush area he was used to, he began to see more and more varied scenery. Fallen trees and snapped limbs made it look like something big had come through the area, but he’d never seen anything big enough to reach that high on the trees. He wasn’t frightened yet, but he did make sure to pay extra close attention to every sound he heard around him so that nothing could sneak up on him if there was anything out there with him.
After so many hours of exploring, he found himself in a small clearing that looked like the perfect spot to finally take a small break. He took the time to readjust and dust off his clothing of pine loose thorns and leaves that clung to the clothes on his body. He had purposely dressed light in the off chance he had to make a mad dash or flight back home, which meant a lot of exposed body that acted as a magnet to the little spurs that like sticking to his feathers.
Once he could deal with his appearance, he reached into his satchel and pulled out the food he had packed for himself: an assortment of berries and nuts that were grown in the field near his village. He’d brought a bow to hunt himself something larger to eat, but there’d been a peculiar lack of wildlife ever since he left the area near his home. He didn’t think much of it and assumed that it was just because of his own noise, leaving him mentally at peace as he started popping the small berries a couple at a time.
Branches began creaking just out of his line of sight. The clearing was surrounded by bushes, blocking off his vision from whatever could’ve made the noise. He went for his bow, pulling it from his back and nocking an arrow in preparation to fire at the next sound. His heart began to beat faster in his chest, leaving him wide-eyed as he looked in every direction to follow the sound that seemed to circle him.
Suddenly, he felt a harsh pull on his satchel, causing the strap to hook around his torso and pull his body down with it. He dropped his bow from the force, leaving it just out of his immediate reach as he fell. Once he was on the ground, he had no choice but to look up towards the sky of the clearing but saw only the dark figure standing tall above him, blocking out the sun that came in through the treetops.
Hyvan spun around on the ground and crawled backward on the grass, staring up with his beak hung open in awe at what he was seeing; a large avian unlike any he’d seen before, Hyvan himself only being about as tall as the eagle’s waist. A black body of chiseled muscles that made him stand out against the greens and browns of his surroundings. Blue and yellow balanced out his massive, spread wings that spanned as wide as the clearing itself. Under different circumstances, Hyvan would have been amazed at the sight. But considering that he was this far from home–from help–he was intimidated by the man’s dominant display.
The most troubling part was the huge bird’s choice of clothing, as minimal as it also was. A loincloth similar to his own, only made of pelts from the local wildlife and held up by a string of various bones that looked small against his body. Furs and feathered bracers were around his wrists, making Hyvan swallow hard at the thought of any part of him becoming an addition to the shabby attire.
Hyvan had the thought to try and get up and run despite the fact that the larger bird could easily catch up to him, but the idea was quickly squashed with his own body as one of the eagle’s giant talons pressed down on his chest just hard enough to keep him from going anywhere. He squirmed as much as he could, but it was completely useless as it just prompted the black-and-blue bird to keep his foot down.
While his mind raced as fast as his heart, he remembered a few of the old stories he’d heard. Ahab, a huge bird that dwelled deep in the forest, was known to be a destructive force and a threat to those who invaded his domain. There were countless legends stemming from it, but it was impossible to ignore the truth behind them when the weight of the truth was bearing down on his chest.
Looking down at the smaller bird, the first idea Ahab had was to do what he’d done to most every other intruder: turn them into something more useful, like new clothing or a meal. But this cockatoo was something different, even from the others that he’d seen from the species’ tribe in the valley. Despite the possible outcomes, there was always a way to have fun by toying with prey before he decided on what to do with them.
“Get off!” Hyvan exclaimed desperately, trying to wrap his feathered fingers around the eagle’s clawed talons and move them to no avail.
“Stop struggling,” the eagle finally spoke with a calm, deep voice that made his words stick in Hyvan’s head. “Just look into my eyes and you’ll be fine.”
Hyvan ignored the order, but didn’t know if he did so out of fear or defiance. Either way, it did little other than frustrate Ahab, who expected nothing other than obedience from anyone who dared enter his territory. He leaned down and gripped the underside of the cockatoo’s head, forcing Hyvan to look straight up at him.
“I told you to look at me, Runt,” he commanded this time, making Hyvan flinch.
With no other choice, Hyvan glared up at the eagle, staring him dead in the eyes as he just hoped he’d be at least spared if he listened. But there was something almost entrancing about Ahab’s golden irises. It reminded him of the same gold as his feathers and his own eyes, but the giant bird’s gaze had a strange feeling of power to them.
In a flash, Hyvan could see a twinkle in the eagle’s pupils. A crimson spark frightened him at the moment, but drew his attention and only made him continue to stare up at the other bird. The longer he stared, the more hypnotic it was, forcing him to not break the gaze and allow his vision to tunnel into a singular focus. He had stopped struggling physically and the fight was all internal now, as he knew something was wrong but couldn’t break himself from it.
The world around him began to almost beautify itself. The trees of the area that had formerly looked dead or fallen over were now all standing and healthy, empty bushes became full of flowers and berries, and the sun’s light began to cast a golden shimmer over everything its rays touched. Even Ahab himself appeared to have a golden aura around, leaving Hyvan in awe for a reason other than fear. His hands fell to his sides and he felt completely at peace with the situation, willingly ignoring the danger he had felt moments ago.
“See? Isn’t it so much easier when you just listen?” Ahab teased, knowing the cockatoo was now under his control enough to at least be a little more pliable.
“Y-yes, sir,” Hyvan stuttered out, trying to resist the words that he couldn’t even control himself from saying.
Ahab released his grasp of Hyvan’s head while admiring the new sparkling in the cockatoo’s widened eyes that showed his little spell had worked over the smaller mind of the tribal avian. Slowly, he lifted his talon from Hyvan’s chest, allowing him to take a full breath. Hyvan didn’t continue to try and escape, however, as his body continued to lay in the grass and wait for the next command or order.
Moving over to one of the thick trees along the nearby edge of the clearing, Ahab sat against it. Hyvan watched him intently, then jumped with excitement as he saw the eagle motion him over with a finger. The cockatoo crawled over on his hands and knees, stopping between the sprawled legs of the superior bird.
In this position, Hyvan couldn’t help but glance down at what was between Ahab’s muscular, parted legs. The loincloth was already bad at covering everything, but the flat surface of the ground spread things out and made its lack of coverage even more noticeable. There was an unmistakable, rounded bulge under the thin rags, the sight of which filled Hyvan’s head with a burst of morbid curiosity to see what was underneath them.
It was easy for Ahab to see where Hyvan’s eyes had landed. He snickered softly, then moved a hand to his cloth, pinching the tattered edge with his fingers before beginning to lift it up. Hyvan was noticeably fidgety as he watched, showing the mixed feelings as his mind and body wanted two different things.
Once the eagle had fully pulled the cloth to the side, however, the part of Hyvan that was still there couldn’t help but allow himself to stare. The girthy length wasn’t even hard and was already more than impressive in size, even in comparison to Ahab’s body size. It was the same, deep black color as the majority of his torso, with a fat set of perfectly-shaped balls underneath it. It made Hyvan’s body tense up with a bit of embarrassment instinctively, as the hold over his mind flooded his head with thoughts about how inferior his internal package was compared to this beast of an avian.
Ahab’s hand fell upon the top of Hyvan’s head, keeping a firm grip as he palmed his skull. Hyvan took the hint and allowed the eagle to maneuver him however he wanted, which ended with Hyvan finding his face suddenly just inches away from the same spot he was staring at. He could already feel the body heat radiating off of the black flesh, heating him up as well before his head was released. He didn’t need to be told what to do; the action made it clear enough.
He lowered his face and closed the last few inches of space. The rounded front of his beak pressed against the heated flesh at the spot where the eagle’s dick connected to his body. Then, another bodily instinct made him inhale deeply, taking in the intoxicating, manly scent of the other bird. One huff led to another, and no matter how hard his mind tried to go against it, he couldn’t stop his body from embracing the musk fully, closing his eyes to focus on its aroma flooding his senses.
Hyvan tried to fight the hold over his mind, but the thick scent of the eagle only clouded his head even more, making it almost impossible to struggle. His thoughts of resisting were drowned out by his body’s actions and the other bird’s own voice swirling around in his skull and telling him to obey. It was too much to fight against and every other part of him was making the thought of complete submission seem easier and easier.
As Hyvan continued his internal struggle, it only made Ahab even more amused. His dick slowly rose, throbbing along with his own excitement as it got harder by the moment. Before long, he was completely stiff against Hyvan’s head, but the smaller bird was too distracted to notice, even as the girthy shaft pressed against his face.
His eyes opened wide after he felt something wet against the back of his head. He looked up in a hurry and saw the eagle’s dick above him, wet at the tip with a pre. Hyvan’s mouth watered at the sight of it, finding himself wanting nothing more to make sure the impressive shaft got the attention it deserved.
Starting at the base since he was still there, Hyvan let his tongue run along the underside of Ahab’s length, working his way around it slowly but surely to get the entirety of it slick with his saliva. He put his weight on his knees and used his hands to hold the eagle’s dick still as he traced up it, using his feathered digits to delicately tease the sensitive flesh. The process was methodical and paced, but allowed him to taste every bit of the other bird’s dick and build up the anticipation for when he finally reached the top.
After several minutes of deliberately taking his time, Hyvan was greeted with a new flavor as he reached the head of Ahab’s dick. More pre had begun to drip down and coated his tongue, filling his mouth the intense taste of Ahab’s dominating enthusiasm for the small bird’s effort. Hyvan’s mind was almost entirely consumed with the need to prove himself now, setting him up to finally lift his head up and open his beak as wide as he could manage to.
He took the very tip of the eagle into his beak, letting it rub against the soft, hot flesh of his tongue before it moved slightly deeper into his mouth. The feathers of his head crest began to lift slightly, ruffling up enough to show his struggle and determination to keep going. He managed to get the head and a few inches into his throat through sheer will, even if it made it hard for him to breathe and made his eyes begin to water.
Not wanting to break his new pet so early, Ahab palmed the cockatoo’s head yet again and carefully pulled him off his dick. As he did so, he couldn’t help but let an arrogant smile spread across his beak at the sight of what Hyvan had turned into so easily with just a little mind manipulation. The smaller bird still had his mouth hung open, a mixture of saliva and pre wetting the edges of his beak while his eyes were still sparkling with influence.
“Lay down. Now,” Ahab gave him another command before taking his hand and lightly shoving Hyvan back by his chest.
Hyvan fell back dramatically, propping himself up on his elbows as he kicked himself back a couple of feet to give Ahab space. But that was when something else made itself evident: Hyvan’s own excitement over the situation. His loincloth had been pushed to the side by his own fully hard dick, the same golden color as his feathers and dripping with small strings of pre from the exhilaration at being at Ahab’s mercy.
A red blush came through Hyan’s white cheek feathers, but the sudden shyness was in stark contrast to how much he was apparently enjoying himself. Ahab maintained his confident smirk as he crawled over to the cockatoo, keeping their eyes locked until he was once again looming over Hyvan’s body.
“How cute, I’m sure this is halfway decent where you come from,” Ahab teased, letting one of his fingers rest at the tip of Hyvan’s tapered length.
Ahab leaned down and let his hot breath hit Hyvan’s face, then pushed their beaks together and opened his, causing Hyvan’s to open with it. The eagle wasted no time letting his tongue slip into the small mouth of the other bird, Hyvan tried to match the intensity and wrap his tongue around the eagle’s, but the size was too much and he had to let Ahab do what he wanted. The larger tongue snaked down his throat while Ahab’s hands grabbed onto his wrists, bringing them above his head on the ground and holding them down firmly.
Once both of Hyvan’s arms were held down by just one of Ahab’s spread hands, it let him use his free one to get the cockatoo positioned perfectly for him. His fingers ran along the little bird’s body, tracing from the white feathers of his arm all the way down to the golden feathers trailing to his tapered dick. He took some sort of pity on the tribe for their lacking genitals, but it didn’t stop him from taking a little advantage of what he had to work with. He pushed a finger into the moist embrace of Hyvan’s slit, easily sliding in underneath the little bird’s dick and teasing the inner walls of the pocket.
Hyvan’s back arched and he let out a moan that was muffled by Ahab’s tongue. The eagle took some twisted joy in feeling Hyvan’s stimulated movements and hearing his pleasured noises, motivating him to pull his tongue back into his own mouth to make sure those sounds were able to freely echo through the forest. He pushed another finger into the bird’s slit, already testing the limits of the slit that wasn’t meant to hold anything much bigger than his own shaft.
There was no complaining from Hyvan, however, only loud noises of excitement as his natural wetness coated the eagle’s fingers and left his golden dick throbbing, dripping an exaggerated spurt of pre each time Ahab slid his finger in down to the knuckle, hitting the back of his internal pouch. His legs clung to the bigger bird’s waist, trying to grip onto anything he could as his entire body was vibrating with sensation.
But Ahab had no intention of letting Hyvan get off so easily. The little man’s slit was wet enough to provide a generous amount of lubrication, which is exactly what he needed to have some more fun with the cockatoo himself. He slipped his fingers out of Hyvan slowly, exiting with a soft pop and leaving the slit slightly opened as it had been partly stretched around his digits. Hyvan’s own mess was leaking down and resting on his tailfeathers below, practically guiding Ahab to the part that he really wanted to test the flexibility of.
His slick fingers pushed easily into the tight entrance of Hyvan’s ass, though it was already easy to feel the difference in sensation. A little more stretch as he flexed his fingers inside of the little bird, and more muscles gently compressing around them and making it clear that Hyvan’s body needed some attention as deep as his body could handle it; a service Ahab was more than happy to provide as he saw Hyvan’s face continue to blush while whines poured out of his beak.
With his dick still wet with saliva and Hyvan’s ass lubed up with the natural, clear fluid, nothing was stopping him from finally getting to fully try out his newest toy. He lined himself up properly, using his internal grip to lift Hyvan’s ass up to be easily accessible. In a swift motion, he used his fingers, still buried inside the cockatoo, to spread the entrance open. Then, he slipped the tip of his dick into the perfectly-sized space, proceeding to let his fingers slip out around it before he used the wetness to fully push his head into Hyvan’s body.
Instead of a whine or a moan, Hyvan let out a small gasp as his body adjusted to the new feeling. It wasn’t deep in him yet, but the girth was enough to require a second or two as his muscles accepted the pulsing head object inside of him. Ahab didn’t mind giving him a moment, as even just this small amount felt good for him. Hyvan’s body was already warm from being so flustered, making his insides that much hotter and pleasant to feel closing around his dick. But, as soon as Hyvan’s body stopped writhing happily around him, he continued to push himself in.
Hyvan was flexible, both in agility and in the sense that Ahab was exploring. His body put up some natural resistance, but the eagle’s large dick was able to glide smoothly into him. Every couple of inches would require another moment to adjust, but then Ahab was right back to try to see how deep the cockatoo could handle him.
The small bird looked at his stomach as a bulge formed in it, showing the progress of the length being put into him. It started near his waist but quickly came further and further up until it stopped nearly at the bottom of his ribs. Ahab had managed to hilt inside of the other bird, leaving him genuinely surprised that such a small frame could take all of him. Hyvan’s insides tensed around in rhythm, massaging his dick from the base up to the tip as if it were already trying to help coax him into letting loose despite just starting. Their shared heat and pulsing were intense for both of them, but Hyvan had a much harder time hiding it.
Ahab began to pull out, feeling similar resistance on his way out that he did on his way in. Hyvan’s entire body tensed up at the feeling, then quickly made him get desperate as he didn’t like the empty feeling left behind as the inches pulled out of him. Ahab stopped at the flare of his head once again, letting it act as the driving force as he pushed himself inside Hyvan for the second time.
The process repeated over and over again, each time getting easier for Ahab and making Hyvan more desperate for it each time he felt filled once more. His legs wrapped around Ahab’s waist even tighter, his thighs hugging onto the large bird in an attempt to keep him from pulling out too far and just hoping that he’d start keeping the movements more minor so he could keep feeling filled.
Eventually, they both got what they wanted. Hyvan’s guts had adjusted enough to the dick inside of him that Ahab was able to move in and out much easier, which allowed him to keep at least half of himself buried in Hyvan and all times and keep the cockatoo’s stomach bulging. Hyvan’s eyes switched between staring towards the bulge and Ahab’s eyes, then let himself close his eyes so he could just focus on the intense pleasure radiating through his body. It made it much easier for him to enjoy it as Ahab quickly picked up his pace and turned the casual rut into a rough fuck as the minutes went by until Hyvan couldn’t even keep track of how little or how much time had gone by.
Hyvan’s endurance was high for his species, but he was still at the mercy of the bird that spent so much time now pounding into him without a shred of mercy. Every thrust rubbed dominantly against his insides and hit every extra-sensitive spot, leaving him a stuttering, exhausted mess despite doing nothing but lying there and taking the punishment. His own dick had already begun feeling a buildup of another pressure deep inside him, making him twitch as he tried with the last shreds of his free will to hold back.
His struggle was easy to see, and Ahab refused to let him resist the deep desire to give in. With his free hand, he suddenly gripped Hyvan’s dick, easily wrapping around the thin shaft and making it almost completely disappear into his palm. He could feel how much the cute little bird was throbbing for him, just begging for something to push him over the edge.
“Make a mess for me, pet,” Ahab said in the same low, rumbling voice that had made Hyvan listen in the first place. “Let me know exactly how much you love being used like this,”
Hyvan’s own bodily needs were too much for him to fight against anymore, The solid grip on his dick, mixed with the continuous and rough fucking he was getting, was impossible to hold himself back from. He felt that buildup of pressure quickly run up his dick, stopping at his tip for a split moment as he tried to tighten the muscle to no effect. Just seconds after the eagle’s command, Hyvan was shooting ropes onto his own chest.
The streams of white matched his feathers and left strings across the golden trails on his torso. He couldn’t stop himself either, making more of a mess than he could remember ever making for any reason. Whether it was because of him being pent-up or just the rough treatment of his guts, every drop of cum inside of him shot out, turning every bit of stress and restraint he felt into nothing but another rope that drained out of him and onto his body.
Ahab watched with pleasure at the cockatoo releasing so easily and so much for him. By the time Hyvan finished fully, his dick was still twitching as the last strings of cum dripped from his tip. Hyvan had painted his own torso with an impressive amount for his size, but it was still nothing compared to what Ahab could do with the massive balls that were pounding against Hyvan’s ass with every thrust.
Hyvan looked at the bulge in his stomach, watching it move rapidly up and down. And then, as Ahab drew close to finishing, he could see and feel it as the movements became slower but rougher. Ahab pushed himself as deep as he could into the small bird’s body one last time, pressing his hips against Hyvan’s feathered ass just before he felt his balls twitch with a satisfied signal that he was ready to finally mark the inside of his new toy.
As the first spurt erupted into Hyvan’s body, both of them showed off their enjoyment of the feeling. Ahab grunted, letting himself release fully and waiting to see how much the little bird could hold inside of him. Hyvan could immediately feel the warmth spreading deep inside of him, each pulse of the eagle’s dick making his body flinch and filling his gut with single spurts almost as big as his entire load was. He could feel it quickly spreading down as the thick liquid searched for somewhere to go since Ahab himself had already plugged up most of the area with his length and girth.
In just a few seconds, Hyvan found himself already at the point of overflowing. The gush had him looking at his own raised hips excitedly while Ahab’s expression showed that he expected it. The thick mess ran down the front and back, coating Hyvan’s tail and pubic feathers as it spread, leaving the rest of him feeling just as claimed by the eagle’s abundant supply of cum.
After a few more minutes had gone by, he could feel Ahab still throbbing inside of him, but couldn’t tell if he was still getting filled or not. His stomach had already swollen a little to store what it could, but his lower half was a dripping mess that made him feel sticky, and loved it. His deep, rapid breaths helped him stop feeling dizzy and regain a slight bit of energy, but not enough to move under the massive weight of the black and blue eagle still on top of him.
“I’m surprised you didn’t break yet,” Ahab taunted, flexing his still-hard dick inside of Hyvan’s exhausted body.
“Yet?” Hyvan replied with a stutter as he continued to try and catch his breath.
“You didn’t think I’d actually let such a good toy leave, did you?” the eagle mocked him with a laugh, then used his hand to once again grab Hyvan’s head and keep the pretty bird still.
Hyvan couldn’t resist before, and he especially couldn’t resist now with his body properly locked against the other bird from the inside now. He looked right into Ahab’s eyes and saw that same sparkle from earlier. There was no flash of nausea or dizziness like earlier, only an enhancement of his current feelings. His exhausted body was suddenly reenergized and the colorful aura of his surroundings grew more intense. The control over his senses was almost welcomed this time, as his body was eager to accept as much influence from the beast of a bird as it could.
“You belong to me now,” he growled out, feeling Hyvan’s body tense excitedly at the sound, “understand?”
“Yes sir,” Hyvan agreed again, lacking the same restraint he showed last time. He was confident in his answer this time, even if he couldn’t fully process why.
Ahab smiled at him, making Hyvan feel accepted by the superior male. That bliss was quickly replaced with another sensation as Ahab shifted, making his dick flex again and swell against Hyvan’s internal walls. Despite already having shot out everything he could, Hyvan felt his own dick twitch at the sensation, then felt his senses flood him with desire once again. The eagle hadn’t softened in the slightest and his body was already as slick as it could be on the inside, basically primed to help his apparent new owner work out the rest of his appreciation for his new property. And all Hyvan did was relock his legs around the other bird’s waist to let him know that he was ready for it.