By Ventrus Kyarn
Surrounded by hundreds of acres of mostly uninhabited land, a metropolis sat at the bottom of many rolling hills and mountains. Isolated from the majority of the rest of society but still thriving on its own, the citizens who lived there had never been bothered much during their daily lives. And as such, they never had an issue with simply going about their normal day-to-day activities.
There were the occasional whispers and stories told in families about some apparent beasts—titans—of some sort that remained hidden somewhere out in the unclaimed lands, but it was continuously chalked up to nothing more than a shared myth to the locals with unknown origins. The theory was soon to be tested, however, and the helpless civilians were none the wiser of what was in store for them.
The sun rose high in the sky during the early noon of their beautiful city. The light came in abundance and shined on the entire metropolis, bringing light to every corner and showing off the metal jungle’s radiating brilliance. Steel and glass reflected the light far across the land, practically impossible to ignore for anyone able to see it over the height of the elevated and uneven terrain.
Small tremors were the first things anyone was able to feel, and even then, it was barely enough for someone to notice them. There were more important things to focus on anyway, why should they be worried about some minor shaking? But instead of dying down as they expected it to, the magnitude only grew by the second, repeating with quick bursts every few seconds that gradually got stronger.
Within minutes, the cause of the disturbance made itself present. The citizens had already begun to retreat to their homes as they believed something like an earthquake was happening. But as the sun’s radiance became blotted out by a large shadow, the people who remained outside all looked to the sky and saw what–or who–was responsible.
A large avian, a cockatoo with golden patches of feathers to break up the pure white majority, stood dramatically over the smaller buildings along the city’s edge. It was Hyvan, a sulphur-crested bird with an appearance that was almost angelic, especially with the bright sun and sky to highlight his features, but his demeanor was anything but heavenly. He thrived on the possible chaos he could cause and had grown bored of remaining in the hills for so long with nothing to do besides hunt for the occasional prey he could scrape up and rest for the rest of his time in isolation. But on this particular day, he’d managed to spot the metropolis shining in the distance, calling him forward towards it.
The cockatoo treaded through the streets without care, happily squashing anything in his way as the people below scattered away from him. His focus was on the center of the city, where the largest skyscraper there had been recently finished. It was the same reason that he had only now been able to track down the city by its light reflection, and he planned on making the entire city his by marking his territory one way or another right in the center of it.
Though he didn’t purposely sow too much destruction on his path, he certainly didn’t mind leaving an evidence trail behind him. The city streets were left with craters of his talons with every step and he made sure to occasionally graze his large, feathered fingers along the buildings to the sides of him to take out windows and sections of walls. A smug smirk spread across his beak as he heard the small beings scurry below him in every way, clearing a trail for him straight to the heart of the metropolis.
Eventually, his long strides brought him to the central skyscraper of the city. It sat in the middle of a long row of slightly smaller towers, making it easy for him to step right up to it and plot about how he wanted to mark it while propping himself on one of the buildings next to it. The flat top of the tower almost reached the clouds but it still barely even reached up to his chest. He stood close enough for it to almost touch his exposed chest, turning his head down and spotting a little person at top of the roof.
Hyvan leaned his head downwards to get a closer look, scaring the person even more than they already were. They hurried to the roof access hatch but were blocked by one of Hyvan’s fingers quickly moving to cover the area with just the tip of it. With the only means of escape blocked off, Hyvan was free to look and judge the ant of a being. He realized it was some sort of mammal, likely a hybrid of some sort because of its assortment of funky features and odd colors. Hyvan scoffed at the small male, moving his head closer to intimidate him.
“Look at you, running around to try and save your fur,” Hyvan taunted him, keeping both his hands on the roof now to keep the mammal contained.
Beyond terrified of how trapped he was, the little person fell down and kept himself sat down in the middle of his small area. Hyvan pondered for a moment before moving a few fingers to grab them by the tail, laid out as if it were making it easy for him to do so. The person squirmed and thrashed about, but it was no use as the cockatoo’s grip was unbreakable by someone as small and weak as him.
“It took a lot of energy to walk all the way over here. I wouldn’t mind having a little snack,” Hyvan said, his low tone still booming in the air as the suggestion made the mammal freeze up once again. “Not that you’d do much for me anyway…I suppose I’ll just have to gather a few hundred more of you little creatures before I leave.”
Hyvan lifted the mammal up to his beak, then opened his mouth and let out a heated exhale of delight at the thought of what he wanted to do. The person shuddered anxiously as they stared into the gaping beak of the giant bird, seeing Hyvan’s tongue move out to try and take him. He resumed trying to escape, thrashing about as the cockatoo deliberately went slow to draw out his delight with the mammal’s fruitless effort.
Meanwhile, across the vast range of hills and mountains, another being saw the same beacon of light that had called Hyvan to the metropolis. While his mindset was less purposely destructive unlike Hyvan’s, he still had a burning curiosity to investigate the new sight in his self-claimed domain. The titanic beast was Ahab, another, larger avian who had just woken from a long slumber and found himself still in the groggier, more instinct-driven state of mind that came with it.
His wide steps covered large chunks of land at a time, leaving his prints behind in the shape of his massive talons with each one. His approach to the metropolis caused a similar quaking effect, but the entire city had already been thrown into disarray by the presence of one large bird and they weren’t able to even pay attention to or so much as think about the possibility of a second one coming too.
As Ahab reached the outer limits of the city that he was unaware even existed until that moment, he immediately noticed the damage throughout it. A few buildings were smoking or toppled over, with examples becoming more numerous the further into the city he traveled. It confused Ahab for only a few moments, as he was able to mentally connect the dots as soon as he saw the tracks of another avian buried in the concrete ground of the city’s streets.
The mere thought of him being beaten to a new area was infuriating by itself, but to know that he had already claimed this area as his own and now some other bird was encroaching on it? That was something that he wouldn’t even begin to think of simply ignoring or forgiving. Instead, he followed the tracks into the city, picking up his pace to try and hurry with his search of the intruding avian.
With the path being extremely easy to follow, it didn’t take long for Ahab to finally spot his new rival. The white-and-gold bird had his back turned, visibly teasing one of the citizens near his open beak. Ahab grimaced and continued his approach, moving closer at a slower pace to keep his presence unknown until he wanted it to be. Hyvan was too distracted with his own fun to notice anyway, being completely clueless until the sun above him started to darken.
Confused with the sudden shadow, Hyvan put the civilian down and then turned behind him to see what was causing it. He barely managed to turn his head around enough for his eye on the side of his head to spot the other bird who was standing directly behind him and looming higher than even Hyvan himself was. He felt himself get pushed into the skyscraper, his hands moving back to defend himself, but both wrists were clamped down on by just one of Ahab’s hands. The other pressed on Hyvan’s back to keep him pinned against the tower, making the building shake as he struggled to get free from the other avian’s grasp.
“I don’t like little birds in my territory,” Ahab said in a deep, gruff voice that made Hyvan tremble for a moment.
“Let me go!” he yelled back, trying to sound tough but having an obvious hint of shakiness with his tone. “I found this place first, it’s–”
Ahab pulled Hyvan back before pushing him into the building again to make him shut up. He couldn’t help but scoff at the size of the inferior avian, barely up to his shoulders and trying to act like he had any sort of authority over an eagle who could easily overpower him and was already proving so. Then he felt a tickle on his stomach, causing him to look down and see the cockatoo’s tailfeathers fluffed up like a shoddy attempt at an intimidation display.
The giant eagle moved his hand from Hyvan’s back and used it to push away the feathers, revealing more of the smaller bird’s comparatively delicate frame to him. It served to make the situation even more humorous to him as he realized that the little bird was probably just causing property damage to make himself feel big and powerful. But now that he was in the presence of someone who actually held those traits, the cockatoo had become utterly helpless.
As Ahab wondered what he should do to punish Hyvan for intruding, his eyes continued to follow the outline of his body, eventually falling to the light reflection on the cracked windows of the skyscraper. Through the clear but reflective glass, he could see more of the cockatoo’s white and gold feathers, leading down his slender stomach and to the bottom of his pelvis. The feathers moved slightly with the wind, revealing something else golden but obviously not moving in line with the shifting feathers. Ahab raised a brow, then smirked as he drew the connection to what it had to be.
His free hand moved once again, this time landing on Hyvan’s hip before running down and to the front of the smaller bird’s body. His entire body froze up as the eagle’s thick fingers found and prodded at the fleshy opening of his body. The protruding tip that Ahab saw now continued to give away his feelings for the moment, twitching as the eagle’s fingertips grazed over the sensitive end of the tapered tip.
“This getting you excited, runt?” Ahab scoffed, purposely continuing to tease the fleshy tip as he could feel it making Hyvan’s entire body match the level of twitching anticipation.
His fingers continued to prod at the area, spending a few moments on every area that earned some physical reaction out of Hyvan. Just over the course of minutes, Hyvan’s resistance had dramatically decreased as he’d begun to succumb to the teasing pleasure he was being given. His tapered dick continued to grow, coming out of the slit and spreading it open more to allow Ahab easier access to the moist front slit.
The eagle pushed his own hips forward, allowing himself to press up against the weakening cockatoo’s haunches. Hyvan hadn’t had the chance to see what Ahab had on him compared to his own tapered length, but it was obvious that it was different once he felt the partly stiffened bulge under his tail feathers. He felt a chill of anticipation run up his back as the thought ran through his mind of personally finding out just how much bigger than him this other part of Ahab was.
Ahab ground his hips into Hyvan, using the cockatoo’s soft rear to harden himself up more and more. As his dick stiffened, it rose between Hyvan’s legs and made its presence impossible to ignore. He could feel the wet heat of the smaller bird’s slit against the top of his dick, giving him the idea that it might be a usable spot. But as his fingers started to actually press inside of it, he realized that there wouldn’t be enough room there to fit all of him. It would’ve been a waste not to use it all, however, and he knew Hyvan wouldn’t stop him as he could tell the bird was happily grinding back on his length as well.
The larger bird continued to tease the smaller one’s body, still thinking of ways to let it be known who had all the power. He already had him shaking in his hands and knew he had the little bird at his mercy, but he wanted to make sure that Hyvan would be put in his place hard enough to never even think about treading into his territory again. That was when his eyes fell to the surrounding city once again, noticing a large number of abandoned vehicles in the streets and the planes streaking through the sky as they presumably tried to flee the city.
An idea finally came to his head, making him snicker quietly as he spotted a plane just barely making it off the ground, trying to avoid the two birds but having to take off from a spot too close to do so properly. The aircraft didn’t even manage to make up to the altitude of his head before he reached his long arm out and snatched it from the sky. He could feel the drag of the plane trying to continue forward against him, but it was now nothing more to him than a little toy for him to play with however he chose.
He brought the plane up to his eyes, looking at the fearful passengers through the windows of the hand-sized aircraft. The pesky hum of the engines on the wings bothered him, so he simply flexed his fingers around the sides of the vehicle and snapped both wings off with ease, rendering it useless as an actual plane. It became long and smooth once he knocked the fins off the back as well, making it perfect for the thoughts running through his head.
With a grip still around the cockatoo’s wrists, Ahab moved the new toy towards the front of Hyvan’s pelvis once again. Hyvan’s eyes had been fluttering and his mind had been racing ever since the teasing started, so he barely noticed any of it going on until he felt steel pressing against his slit and right under the base of his length.
Hyvan looked down and saw what was happening, but found himself only able to whine in retaliation as he didn’t have the will to truly resist it. As much as he knew he should want to escape, something about being physically controlled so easily made him want to stick around and see what else Ahab had in store for him. And that feeling only grew as he watched and felt the rounded tip of the plane push inside of his body.
Slowly but surely, Ahab sank it into Hyvan’s body, letting it burrow deep into the boy’s slit pocket as it made Hyvan’s dick slip out completely. As his tapered tip pressed against the windows of the skyscraper, leaving a trail of pre to run down the side, Ahab took great pleasure in how easily the cockatoo took it. Before too long, his fingers once again met the outer edge of Hyvan’s slit, letting them both know that the metallic toy was fully stuck in Hyvan’s body. The residual vibrations of it worked to send small, constant pulses throughout the area, making Hyvan’s dick throb as the inner base of his dick was teased without Ahab even having to do anything else to him.
Still looking down, Hyvan could see he wasn’t the only one that reached the height of his excitement. Still between his legs was Ahab’s dick, long enough for him to see it and easily thicker than his own. The black color contrasted with the gold of his own length and the white of his feathers, further highlighting the dominant differences between the two of them. He saw Ahab grind his dick under him a few more times, each one coaxing out a spurt of pre that fell the long distance down to the ground and coated portions of the street. Then, Ahab pulled his hips back to get ready for his next idea.
Ahab made the bold move of releasing Hyvan’s wrists, instead putting his hands on the smaller bird’s hip to arch his ass back and give himself easier access under his tail feathers. Rather than using the opportunity to try and escape, Hyvan simply gave in, moving his hands back to the top of the skyscraper to hold onto it and give his body support as he looked back at the superior avian. Ahab commended him silently by using his fingers, still wet from the cockatoo’s overlay excited slit, to head under Hyvan’s tailfeathers and into the unused hole there.
Hyvan twitched at the new sensation but welcomed it just as easily as he had for everything else Ahab had done to him. Ahab could feel the tense, tight squeeze loosen up just enough to allow him to push further, getting the space nice and wet for what he had planned. It had been a long while since he’d found anyone else his size to have some fun with and he planned on taking full advantage of the desperate bird, even if he might’ve still been too small to handle all of him without breaking. Not that it was an issue to either of them now anyway, as Ahab had no problem leaving a broken toy behind and Hyvan was growing continuously desperate to feel every foot of the bigger bird’s cock buried inside of him.
“What happened to all that energy from before? I thought you were some big, strong bird who couldn’t be held down?” Ahab laughed, pressing a few of his fingers down to the knuckles and earning a moan out of Hyvan’s mouth.
Unable to put together any words, Hyvan kept quiet, choosing to stay silent with his embarrassment over the situation as his face got hot and he pushed his hips against Ahab some more. He refused to say it, but he wanted the eagle to know that he had full permission to go ahead and take the next step with him. Ahab took the hint immediately, dragging his fingers out with a wet pop that made Hyvan tremble. The cool winds hit the wetness on his feathers and exposed flesh, making the area even more sensitive as he suddenly felt Ahab’s dick against his ass.
The tip of Ahab’s dick was wet with his own pre, starting to coat some of Hyvan’s rear feathers as he rubbed against them. The smaller bird eagerly pushed against him once again in a fit of desperation and impatience. Ahab was happy to oblige, though, as he kept his grip on the bird’s hips firm as he finally pushed his own hips forward. Hyvan’s body resisted it naturally, but once his rounded head started to breach it, the area gave way and he was able to plunge deep into the cockatoo’s body.
Hyvan’s beak opened and his eyes closed, allowing him to mentally focus on nothing but what was going on inside of him. Ahab didn’t care to go extremely slow despite his large size, deciding to instead go at his own pace and burying himself into the smaller bird as every foot was taken greedily. He let out whiny moans every few seconds, gripping onto the skyscraper tightly and making the steel bend and concrete crack under his massive fingers.
The last bit of Ahab’s cock was the hardest to fit as Hyvan’s body was quickly being filled to its limit. It took some extra force, but then Hyvan’s insides eagerly took it all, allowing Ahab to hilt himself and fully intertwine their bodies. His massive balls came up and tapped the underside of Hyvan’s groin, letting the cockatoo also know that there was no doubt a large amount of mess that was going to be made of him once they were emptied. The mere thought made him dig his talons into the ground excitedly, keeping himself grounded as he readied himself for any sort of roughness the eagle could use on him.
“And here I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle me,” Ahab teased, moving one of his hands to Hyvan’s stomach to press on the bulge.
“Just…shut up and fuck me already,” Hyvan struggled to get out, finally admitting in his own, defiant way that he wanted more.
“Gladly,” Ahab purred back with a deep tone, bucking his hips forward to rock the cockatoo’s body before he began to pull out in preparation for the next thrust.
Hyvan felt his gut become almost hollow as the impressive girth was removed from his body. Ahab was captivated by the sight of his dick glistening wet with a mixture of his pre and the cockatoo’s natural fluid that acted as a lubricant. Strings of it connected the feathers around his dick to those of Hyvan’s rear, delighting him with the knowledge that he was going to make it even messier before too long. He continued pulling out until just his head was still inside of Hyvan’s body, giving him the ability to push back in after a few moments of hearing Hyvan whine with desperation.
The rhythm was somewhat slow but remained steady for a long while. Each time Ahab pulled out, Hyvan could feel his insides tense up, searching for the dick that he no longer felt complete without having it press against the lining of his stomach. The plane from earlier was still nuzzled deep in his slit and the vibrating effect had only become even more intense now that it was paired with the constant hammering of the eagle into every other sensitive spot inside of his body.
While Ahab was better at not showing it, he was fervently enjoying himself as well. No other form of self-pleasure could come close to beating out the chance to break in another person who could take him. And to his surprise, the other bird’s ass eagerly accepted his dick with every thrust, welcoming every foot of his impressive length inside over and over again, only putting up some resistance when he tried to pull out after every thrust. Whether Hyvan knew it or not, he made the perfect toy for a bigger, better avian to take advantage of.
Neither of them wanted to quit, taking short breaks every few seconds when the building tension inside of them started to get anywhere near too much to handle. The constant edging served to make them both more desperate over time, making the thrusts harder and faster while the smaller bird’s entire body began to go slack and more pliable for use. He’d given up fully, surrendering every part of him to the eagle that was deep in the process of mating him in the middle of the metropolis.
Eventually, as the afternoon passed into the evening over several hours, the onset of the setting sun became an even more beautiful light source to illuminate their less than graceful action. A large puddle of pre had formed beneath their talons, most of it belonging to Hyvan as Ahab’s had mostly remained inside of the cockatoo or just barely leaked out past the eagle’s girth to wet the black feathers of his balls. Each thrust was wet and came with a loud clap as they slapped against the underside of Hyvan over and over, echoing through the city streets as most people had already fled and left the birds to have free reign over the place.
Hours of constant teasing and edging were hard for anyone to bear, especially two large avians with throbbing dicks that were begging them for release. Hyvan didn’t know how much longer he could last as Ahab’s pace had become less rhythmic and more sporadic, showing obvious signs that he was feeling the same way. Ahab made it even more known as his own moans and grunts became more frequent, allowing himself to enjoy it openly as he knew he was on the verge of marking his new property.
Ahab gripped Hyvan by the thighs and lifted him off the ground, leaving the cockatoo to continue holding onto the tower as his lower half was fully treated like nothing more than a heated, oversized fleshlight. Ahab lifted the cockatoo’s thighs to be around his hips, giving him all the leverage to really pound into the smaller bird with all of his fading energy. Hyvan’s dick was now aimed right at the ground, letting him freely drip pre down below as he thoroughly enjoyed the rough usage. But as he felt the eagle spreading him open even more, mixed with the now complete loss of control, it quickly became too much for him to hold back against.
Hyvan’s whining and moaning continued in a higher pitch like music to Ahab’s ears. The cockatoo’s body shook for him, tensing up from the inside out and making it apparent that he’d already reached a point of no return. In response, Ahab continued to drill into his body as quickly and roughly as he could, though it also meant that the sensation quickly became too much for him to hold back against as well.
Despite their shared pleasure, however, Hyvan was doomed to be the first one to succumb to it due to him being unable to hold out against the dominant force that was Ahab. His cock twitched from base to tip, aided by the dying vibration of the buried plane that was on its last fumes of fuel to burn through. A spurt of pre erupted from Hyvan’s dick, immediately followed by the first rope of his own cum. The shot came down hard, aided by his elevation to crack the ground it hit and leave a crater in its splash zone.
The first was powerful by itself and was followed by many more, splashing onto the ground and adding to the puddle by Ahab’s massive talons. The small waves and ripples across the street made the ground shake as much as it did when he was stepping through the city, only now leaving much more of a mess to go along with the damage it caused. Hyvan couldn’t stop himself from moaning with each rope, draining himself of every drop in his little body in one of the final signs that he’d officially been conquered by a superior avian. But even as his own orgasm faded out and left him with a spinning head, he was still at the mercy of the giant eagle, who was luckily right on the edge himself.
Once Hyvan had finished, his entire body spasmed from the inside, trying to massage and milk Ahab’s dick as he continued to thrust in and out. He tried to hold out, keeping his fingers tight enough on the other bird’s hips to leave marks under his white feathers, but nothing could prevent the inevitable anymore. As his balls twitched below him and his cock pushed him farther along, he had to surrender to his own desires and allow himself to finally mark the end of his fun with the other bird.
With one last push, Ahab hilted inside of Hyvan and immediately began to unload himself. Each shot hit strongly against Hyvan’s insides, leaving them both to feel the added wetness and heat as his cum flooded the little cockatoo’s guts. Hyvan could feel his stomach swell up slightly with the impressive volume, but once it had reached its limit, it took the next available path and gushed out past the girthy plug of the base of Ahab’s dick.
The thick, white mess coated their feathers, running down in large amounts to show off that Hyvan was that full already. He hated even mentally admitting it but he loved every bit of it, from the intense throbbing of the eagle’s dick that was plugging him up to the warm rush on his ass and legs as it flowed out of him and to the ground below.
Even once they had both finished, it took them a long while to break apart. Ahab released one of Hyvan’s legs but kept a firm hold on the other, leaving Hyvan spread wide open as his solo, trembling leg struggled to support him at all. But he didn’t need it for now anyway, as the eagle’s hard dick kept him up like a beam of support. That was until Ahab had regained enough energy to remove himself and leave with his goal accomplished.
Ahab dragged himself out slowly just as he did with his fingers earlier, making sure that Hyvan’s body would be left yearning for him once he was fully out. As his head popped out, there was nothing left to plug the small bird’s gaping hole, allowing him to freely gush the excess mess that wasn’t flooded too deep inside of him still. Through the copious amount of creamy mess, he spotted something jutting partly out of Hyvan’s slit, making him chuckle as his fingers reached for it.
Hyvan whined quietly as the piece was removed, revealing itself to be the plane that had been firmly stuck in place for so long. The tightening of his body’s muscles during his orgasm had naturally edged out the foreign object, leaving it now free from his body but coated in the natural wetness of the cockatoo’s internal pocket.
After rubbing his dick dry on the cockatoo’s back and tailfeathers, Ahab dropped Hyvan’s other leg, making him support himself clumsily. Without having to worry about Hyvan’s body anymore, Ahab was able to carefully place the damaged aircraft on the ground below, setting it down on the street and watching as it slowly moved along the deep puddle of their shared cum. The plane had already served its purpose very well, as obvious by Hyvan’s drained body, so the least he could do was thank them for their assistance by letting them down without any extra hassle.
“Come back to my city ever again, and I won’t go as easy next time,” Ahab threatened the weakened bird, scoffing as he stood back up and stroked his dick to the sight of his defeated, pathetic excuse for a rival.
“Y-yes sir,” Hyvan stuttered out through desperate gasps for air. He didn’t have the energy to fire back with anything snippy anyway, and all he could think about was how weak he felt now that he had the other bird’s seed pumped so deep into him.
Hyvan kept his weight propped against the top of the building, his trembling hands supporting most of him as his legs felt too unstable to help him out. The roof was cracked and broken, but the rest of it remained strong enough despite the heavy punishment it had just taken. His chin rested at the top, allowing him to keep his beak open to take some deeper breaths to try and regain the slightest bit of the energy that had been sapped out of him.
A soft noise caught his attention, distinct from the chaotic scene down on the city streets as people continued to flee from the scene of where the giant birds flooded the block with a new river of thick, white fluid. His eyes opened up and focused on the only thing that wasn’t made of concrete: the same little person who he’d taunted earlier
The small person had wide eyes and was sitting nervously on the far corner of the roof. He froze up completely once the bird’s eyes locked in on him, noticing him sporting a little bulge in the crotch of his pants like he’d enjoyed the show he got an up-close seat to. The sight of him made Hyvan upset, reminding him of the embarrassment that came with the realization that countless inferior people witnessed him be made into an even bigger bird’s toy.
Hyvan let out a low, guttural growl that made the building shake with his voice. The tiny mammal hopped to his feet and scampered across the rooftop. He hopped over one of Hyvan’s fingers and struggled with the door to a roof access hatch. All the action had bent the structure of it, making him hurry and strain to pry the thing open to slip through and speed down the stairs to finally escape the area.
The cockatoo turned his head around just enough to spot the eagle with one eye, now walking away with a normal strut like nothing had happened, leaving a trail of talon-shaped craters that purposely covered over the ones Hyvan had left walking through the city himself. Hyvan was still hot in the face and embarrassed that he had been used so openly, but he could feel the even more embarrassing realization that he was already debating on venturing back to the city sometime in the near future to find out if the eagle’s promise of further punishment would be just as fun as this case.