This story was a collaboration with Zeanlain, who drew the picture above and provided his OC, Flynn.
Flynn’s teeth were chattering as he finally saw the lights of the cabin, just about a hundred meters away. The fox broke into a sprint, desperate to escape the cold.
His friend Ahab had invited him to visit, and while he’d been hesitant at first, the eagle had offered to pay his airfare and host him for the stay. Flynn couldn’t pass up the opportunity to visit a new country for basically zero cost.
But there was one problem. Ahab had warned him that the week Flynn had planned was right in the middle of the coldest season. Flynn foolishly ignored those warnings — it was the only week Flynn had off, and besides, the fox had his fluffy fur coat to keep him warm… he thought.
It turned out Ahab lived somewhere much colder than he expected, and the eagle’s remote cabin was deep in the woods, meaning he’d have to walk about a mile in from where his Uber dropped him off. The fox’s black coat wasn’t used to temperatures as low as this, and while he had a beautiful pattern of fiery colors on his back, it didn’t actually provide any heat.
Worse still, his flight had been delayed, meaning he had to navigate the simple dirt path through the woods in the dark. Fortunately, the path had been cleared of snow, and he was able to use a flashlight to stay on track. But none of that kept him particularly warm on the long hike to the cabin.
Flynn’s hand was shaking as he reached up to knock on the cabin’s front door, partially from apprehension but far more from his uncontrollable shivering. To his relief, the door swung open only a few seconds after he knocked, and he opened his mouth to say hello to… a huge bulge?
As Flynn looked up, straight in front of his face was a massive outline of wrinkles and folds in Ahab’s pants that left little doubt as to what was underneath. The fox could easily make out a pair of nuts that were the size of basketballs, and on top of them rested comfortably the clear outline of a huge, flaccid shaft. The package protruded far enough from Ahab’s waist that if Flynn had been standing directly underneath it, it would’ve settled nicely on his head.
Flynn forgot all about the cold and just stared at it, wide-eyed. The fox was only about four feet tall, so he figured that Ahab would be taller than him, but he had no idea the difference in their sizes was so large.
“Hello, Flynn,” said a low, welcoming voice somewhere above his head.
“I— hi. uh. I, hhhhhhh—” Flynn’s brain was short-circuiting. He felt a strong hand grip the back of his head and tilt it upward.
“I’m up here,” Ahab smiled. The enormous eagle’s blue head feathers gave way to a large, fluffy mane of gray around his neck. Underneath, a dark flannel shirt hung open to reveal Ahab’s well-built pecs and abs. The bird didn’t flinch at the cold, even though he was getting blasted by bitter winds through the doorway. “It’s good to meet you. Let’s get you inside.”
Ahab took Flynn’s bag and easily hefted it over his shoulders. He put a hand on the fox’s back and steered him inside. “Welcome to my home. I know it’s not much, but I hope you find it comfortable.”
The eagle’s cabin only had a few rooms, but they were spacious, befitting a bird of his size. He showed Flynn through the cabin’s kitchen, bedroom and bathroom before finishing in the living room: a simple, open space, with a roaring fire crackling in the fireplace.
“You can sleep on the couch, or I have a sleeping bag you can use, too,” Ahab said. “I imagine you’ll be pretty tired and wanting to sleep soon after the day you had, eh?”
“Yeah…” the fox sighed wearily. “But honestly, I could really use a nice, hot bath first. Is that OK?”
Ahab chuckled as he moved to the kitchen. “Of course. I’ll go get that started for you in a second. Why don’t you sit in front of the fire while I do? There’s a blanket behind you. And here,” — he walked back to the living room with a steaming mug of cocoa — “drink this.”
Flynn happily accepted the drink and wrapped himself up in the blanket, letting out a satisfied sigh as the fire’s warmth seeped into his chilly bones. The mug was a bit larger than he was used to, but he happily sipped away at the hot chocolate while Ahab got things ready for him in the bathroom.
The fox was grateful to have the chance to sit down and relax for a moment, anyway. The journey had been a bit of a nightmare, but Flynn felt fortunate that Ahab had been so kind so far. Flynn leaned back against the couch and reflected on what had led him here. The two had connected online a few years ago, and were soon chatting frequently about some of their shared interests… and shared kinks.
Making the trip all this way was definitely a big leap, but Flynn knew Ahab well enough by now to feel safe about it. Anxiety quickly turned into excitement, especially once he actually saw the big eagle.
He had known the bird would be larger than he was, but he never expected anything like the figure that greeted him at the door. More than twice his height, with muscles like chiseled granite, and that package… he couldn’t keep his mind off it, try as he like. He could feel his trousers tenting a bit, and he was grateful to have the blanket to obscure any hints of horniness. There’d be time for that later, he figured, but for now he wanted to make a good impression.
Instead, he let his mind try to go blank for awhile — staring into the middle distance, letting the heat from the flames wash over him, occasional sips of hot chocolate giving him more and more strength after the long journey. It felt good. It felt safe. After such a long trip, and then trudging through the elements, Flynn was happy to be somewhere tucked away from the outside world, with someone who — despite only just now meeting him in person — he had grown to trust immensely.
Flynn sat there for several more minutes, slowly sipping on his hot cocoa and gradually regaining more of his strength. His mug was about half empty when he heard Ahab call from the bathroom. “OK Flynn! Your bath’s all ready.”
Flynn shivered a bit more under the blanket, this time in anticipation of feeling his body hit that warm, relaxing water. He slowly got out from underneath the blanket and stretched. “Thank you!” he called back. “I’ll just leave my mug on the kitchen counter,” he said, placing it there gently before turning to head toward the bathroom.
“Thanks again for preparing the bath,” Flynn said, opening the door to the bathroom. “I’m really ti—oh.” He raised a paw to cover his mouth in surprise. “I th— I— I thought you were preparing a bath?” he stuttered.
Instead of a full bathtub, Flynn saw Ahab looming over him, entirely nude and casually stroking his fully-erect shaft. At full mast, the massive member was almost as large as Flynn was, and the two heavy orbs beneath it appeared to have enough capacity to fit a little fox inside.
And that’s exactly what Ahab seemed to have in mind. “I did prepare a bath for you,” he smirked. “It’s right here.” He groped one of his balls and shoved it toward Flynn’s face, grazing his muzzle. “Get in while it’s still hot.”
Flynn gawked, taking in every detail of the titanic eagle towering over him. The pair had fantasized about this sort of thing together online plenty of times, but Flynn never expected to actually try it in real life — nor did he expect Ahab to be so brazen about it so soon after meeting.
The fox was hesitant, but Ahab was insistent. “Go on, friend. Just give it a sniff.” He reached down and wrapped a hand around the fox, gently pushing him closer. Flynn didn’t resist. He shuddered as the eagle’s masculine scent wafted into his nostrils, his nose reactively twitching.
There was almost something hypnotic about the bird’s musk, the way it filtered through the fox’s nostrils and clouded his brain. It was strong, but pleasant, with even a subtle hint of sweetness that made Flynn want more. He didn’t need the eagle’s hand guiding him anymore — he pressed closer to the bird’s heavy package on his own, wanting nothing more than to inhale his host’s thick scent.
Flynn buried his face in the bird’s enormous balls, producing a pleased rumble from the larger male. The balls might as well have been beanbags to him. He could hear the massive cum tanks gurgling and churning away, and with each second he embraced them, his inhibitions slid further and further away. Ahab gently rubbed the top of the fox’s head as he felt the vulpine nuzzle into the crook between his dick and balls. “Why not have a taste?” Ahab prodded. “I know you want to.”
The fox huffed and reached his tongue out for a greedy lick, then another. Ahab purred as felt the small canine lapping at his balls, knowing full well just how overwhelmed Flynn was. He could feel the fox’s hands underneath his nuts, trying to caress or hold them, but unable to get any handle on them because of just how large they were. Eventually, the fox simply wrapped his arms around the sack, embracing Ahab’s balls like a pair of massive pillows.
But Ahab wasn’t planning to let Flynn rest on his soft nuts, even if he wanted to. The bird gently tilted the fox’s head upward, reminding him that there was an entire cock that deserved his attention too. Flynn eagerly complied, turning his tongue’s attention to the base of the eagle’s gigantic shaft and slowly working his way up it.
Ahab let out a long, low moan as he felt the fox’s tongue run along his shaft, enjoying the attention from his guest. And, it seemed, he wasn’t the only one enjoying it. The eagle smirked as he felt something hard rub against the inside of his leg, and he realized the fox’s own member was fully erect and throbbing. He rubbed his leg back against it, and Flynn immediately responded with a needy moan.
The two carried on like that for some time: Ahab teasing the fox as he gradually worked his way up the eagle’s shaft — quite a journey for the little fox, and one that, halfway through, required Ahab to guide Flynn into his bedroom so he could sit down and let the fox reach the rest of it.
Flynn barely seemed to register the change of scenery. Indeed, he’d almost forgotten all about the “bath” he’d been promised, and was simply thrilled to have full access to the eagle’s shaft.
At long last, the fox got to the huge bird’s tip, giving it a long lick that produced a low sigh from the eagle. Flynn’s snout twitched, taking in as much of the pleasing scent as possible while inching closer and closer to the opening.
The fox was in heaven, moaning as he greedily suckled on the bird’s member. Ahab gently stroked the vulpine’s fur, urging him on, while pre began to spill out of his tip.
Flynn was starting to believe that a bath in those balls might not be such a terrible proposition after all — totally protected from the elements, surrounded by that powerful, musky scent, warming up in that hot, thick liquid…
Suddenly, he felt a heavy hand on the back of his head, and in a split second, his snout was shoved deep into Ahab’s cock. The fox whined in surprise, his snout held shut by the bird’s slick, tight walls.
“Nnnf— time for your bath, little fox,” Ahab panted. “Don’t worry, you’ll be perfectly safe in there. Just be sure to — ah! — squirm a lot on your way down, just like that.”
Flynn was squirming, instinctively struggling to get back out of the bird’s cock. But Ahab had a tight grip — and so did his dick — and it was clear there was only one way the fox was going. All his struggling simply produced more moans from the large eagle, while Flynn slid further and further down the bird’s shaft.
Ahab kept shoving the fox deeper into his dick, head first, while stroking it downward. Precum rushed past Flynn’s face, bubbling out of Ahab’s tip around the back half of the fox’s body — legs, tail and butt dangling out of the eagle’s cock as he laid back on his bed to further enjoy himself.
The bird huffed and planted a hand firmly on the fox’s exposed ass. Flynn gasped — Ahab had decided to take the opportunity to casually finger the vulpine. And judging by the throbbing of the fox’s dick against the internal walls of his own member, Ahab had hit the right spot.
Ahab teased the fox some more, toying with his friend while he squirmed and moaned halfway inside the larger bird’s dick, until he suddenly felt the canine shudder and release his seed down his shaft, further lubricating his cock’s walls and eventually dripping into his balls, where it was quickly washed away and absorbed by Ahab’s own sloshing eagle cum.
Flynn didn’t get the chance to enjoy his afterglow, however, as Ahab slammed his hand down on the fox’s butt, forcing him even farther in. With some struggles, the fox’s hind legs were next, leaving only Flynn’s bushy tail poking out of Ahab’s tip — bushy where it wasn’t matted down by avian precum, that is.
Ahab teased Flynn for a few more moments, casually flicking that tail around, before he finally let his dick suck that down, too, fully submerging the fox within his massive, throbbing shaft. As slick as his walls were, the fox was still too large to slide down without some assistance, so Ahab kept stroking downward. Each rub sent Flynn closer to his balls — and sent more precum rushing up past his face.
Before long, Flynn felt the tunnel widen, his face no longer smushed against the insides of a bird dick and instead dangling over a dark unknown. A few more strokes and his snout was brushing against churning, thick liquid, before he suddenly fell all the way in with a plop.
Flynn quickly reoriented himself and found that he was juuuuust able to fit in the eagle’s testicle. He wasn’t able to stretch out, but he could sit comfortably, and the bird’s cum only came up about chest-high. It was as warm a bath as Ahab promised, although far muskier than Flynn had expected. With each breath the fox took, he was overwhelmed again and again by the eagle’s masculine scent… not that he was complaining. It wasn’t the bath he was expecting, but Flynn figured he’d be able to enjoy it just fine. He reached out with his tongue to lick the bird’s internal walls, and purred, pleasantly surprised by the taste.
But while Flynn was ready to relax, Ahab wasn’t. The squirming fox had gotten him all worked up, and the big bird wasn’t going to stop until he got his reward. Flynn was jostled and tossed about inside Ahab’s cumtanks as the eagle began to furiously jerk himself off. The fox was quickly disoriented; all he could do was cough and sputter as waves of avian cum splashed into his face.
Flynn could clearly make out Ahab’s grunts and moans of pleasure — low vibrations that rippled through his balls. It didn’t take long before the massive bird reached climax, but before he did, he wrapped his hand around the top of the testicle that Flynn was inside, gripping it tightly.
Flynn suddenly felt the eagle’s nuts tug and tighten, and all around him cum suddenly started rushing upward, but Ahab’s fingers tightened around the base of his shaft and made sure the fox stayed right where he was, keeping him trapped in his balls while the rest of their contents surged upward.
And what an orgasm it was — the bird had been on edge for awhile, saving himself for his meeting with the fox, and his dick exploded at the opportunity for release. The first thick rope of cum splattered against the ceiling, while each successive rope drenched the bird in his own jizz, covering him from head to waist in hot avian cream.
His release went on for nearly a minute. Flynn felt every single throb and pulse as the eagle’s balls emptied. Finally, he began to taper off. Flynn could hear his friend moan loudly as he licked some of the cum off his beak before falling back onto the bed.
Even then, Flynn felt the orbs’ internal walls tighten around him every few seconds as Ahab released some last residual spurts of bird jizz. After a few more moments, Ahab gently patted the bulge in his balls. “There,” Ahab panted. “Now you can enjoy your bath while I churn up some more bird seed.”
The level of cum in his nuts had gotten significantly lower, and Flynn began to hear bubbling and gurgling noises surrounding him as Ahab’s cum factories went into overdrive to produce more bird batter.
It was almost like being in a jacuzzi with the jets on, Flynn mused, and surprisingly pleasant to feel those balls groaning all around him as the level of eagle cum around him slowly bubbled up. Occasionally, he felt Ahab’s large fingers brush against him from the outside, and he could tell the huge bird was idly toying with his balls, relaxing just as Flynn was.
The fox leaned back against the inside wall of the bird’s orbs, a smile across his snout as he finally got the chance to take the bath he’d been looking forward to, even if it was a bit muskier than he expected. A surprise, to be sure, but in the end, a good one. Flynn was even beginning to feel a bit warm in Ahab’s personal sauna.
After a few minutes of soaking in the steadily churning pool of eagle jizz, Flynn’s reverie was broken as Ahab suddenly shifted, the huge bird apparently getting off the bed to walk somewhere. Flynn swung inside the hefty nuts between Ahab’s legs with each step, the heavy pair occasionally smacking into the bird’s legs and jolting Flynn to one side.
Flynn could make out the sounds of running water once the sloshing inside the balls finally calmed down, and he figured out that Ahab was preparing a bath of his own to clean himself off. It had, after all, sounded like quite a messy orgasm.
There was a splash, and Flynn sensed that his own bathtub might now be submerged in another. His suspicions were confirmed when a long, low sigh from Ahab vibrated through his body like a rumble of thunder.
The two friends relaxed together, each in their own bath. Every now and then, Flynn felt Ahab give him a long grope or squeeze as he idly toyed with himself, and Flynn would respond by greedily licking the walls of Ahab’s balls, often producing a slight moan as the huge eagle enjoyed the affection
Eventually, the fondling and jerking around became more rhythmic, and Flynn figured out that the large eagle might be stroking himself off again. The splashing both inside and outside of the bird balls soon made that clear, and Flynn was quickly drenched again by the sloshing contents of Ahab’s nuts.
The grunting and moaning from high above became more and more vigorous along with the stroking. Flynn was jostled around as the huge bird once again brought himself near climax. Like last time, he could feel the balls tighten and tug up around him. But this time, Ahab didn’t use his hand to keep Flynn in place. Flynn could feel himself being pulled upward by the force of Ahab’s onrushing orgasm, surrounded by cum. Ahab could feel it, too, moaning with pleasure as he coaxed the fox-shaped bulge higher and higher up his cock with each stroke, until, finally, the little fox was launched out of Ahab’s dick and into the bathtub with a violent splash.
Ahab wasn’t done emptying the contents of his balls, however. The eagle stood over the fox and let his release continue, shooting rope after rope of thick bird jizz onto Flynn’s face and into the bath. By the time he finished, the bathtub was filled to the brim with a mixture of water and eagle cream, and Flynn was panting just as heavily as Ahab, happily licking strings of avian cum off his face.
Ahab let the last few drops of cum spill out into the bathtub, then sighed contentedly. He ruffled the fur on top of Flynn’s head. “Enjoy your bath,” he said, turning to leave the bathroom. “We’ll have plenty of time for more fun later.”