“C’mon! I had that race won if it wasn’t for that blue shell. You just got lucky, again.” Ahab dropped his controller onto his lap.
Walkie simply chuckled and enjoyed his seventh consecutive victory. “It’s Mario Kart, there’re no rules,” he said, needling his friend.
The two made for an odd pairing — Ahab was nine and a half feet tall, his head pressed against the ceiling while standing, and the weight of his muscular form caused the sofa to sag. Walkie, meanwhile, stood barely four inches tall — already tiny, but positively minuscule as he sat on the edge of the couch next to the huge eagle, tiny controller in hand.
The little bird had invited his friend over to play a bit of the new Mario Kart, because Ahab still didn’t have the newest console yet. And while the eagle was certainly not one to rage, he had pride in his driving skills and seven straight losses had begun to wear him down.
But the nice thing about Mario Kart? There’s always a way to level the playing field.
“Give me a sec, I think I’m just too hot,” Ahab said, standing up. “Guess Mario Kart can work up a sweat.”
The huge bird took a step forward, positioning himself directly between Walkie and the television. With a sly grin, he began to roll his shirt up off of his body, gradually revealing his chiseled back muscles as he extended his arms up over his head. The eagle gave a subtle but unmistakable flex, and Walkie realized the larger bird wasn’t too hot at all — he just wanted to fluster the little budgie.
And it was working.
Ahab didn’t stop with just his shirt. He next began to pull down his pants, baring the splendid ass that he knew Walkie considered the pièce de résistance. Sunlight glinted through the windows and reflected off the eagle’s thick, dark cheeks, thoroughly enrapturing the small blue bird. Walkie’s already-pink face erupted into a full blush as he watched the eagle’s butt jiggle with well-built strength with each minuscule movement.
Ahab stood there for a few moments more after fully undressing, lazily stretching out while making sure Walkie took in every inch of his magnificent body. “Ah, that feels so much better,” he said with faux innocence, finally sitting back down on the couch.
The two had been naked around each other plenty of times, but Walkie never got used to it and Ahab knew it. The eagle had the body of a Greek god and was endowed like one, too. His shaft, still fully flaccid, flopped down nearly all the way to his knees as he took his seat, hypnotizing the tiny budgie with its heft. Walkie’s cheeks turned an even darker crimson as he watched how his friend had to spread his legs to allow his cantaloupe-sized balls space to breathe. It always boggled the budgie’s mind to be near balls that were three or four times his size.
Ahab, meanwhile, tossed his discarded clothes on the other side of the sofa, right next to where Walkie was sitting. The budgie gulped as he stared into the cavernous garments, each many times larger than he was. A light musk wafted off of them, the eagle’s scent having mingled with the clothes over the preceding hours he’d worn them. Walkie fantasized about being trapped inside of them as the huge eagle wore them around. How long would it take before he smelled like that, too?
“C’mon, boot up the next race already,” Ahab said, snapping Walkie back to reality. “I’m definitely winning this time.”
Walkie did as he was told, blush still burning on his cheeks as he tried not to eye his friend’s enormous junk. The budgie was competitive and skillful, so he had no intention of losing the next round, but it was clear the tides had turned a bit. Walkie still kept control of the race, but he had occasional lapses in concentration that allowed Ahab to keep it close.
Walkie took a deep breath as he entered the final lap with the lead, forcing himself to lock in. That’s probably why he didn’t have time to react as something huge, warm and heavy barreled into his midsection, sending his controller flying out of his hands.
The budgie was flattened and found himself pinned and helpless underneath his oppressor, which he quickly realized was Ahab’s enormous cock. The eagle leaned sideways on the sofa, looking down at his tiny friend with a cocky grin on his beak as he pressed down on his dick.
“H-hey!” Walkie sputtered. “That’s not fair!”
“What’s the matter?” Ahab replied slyly. “I thought there were no rules in Mario Kart. Besides, you’re still ahead of me… for now.”
It was true — Ahab had stopped driving to execute his underhanded maneuver. But he soon resumed while keeping Walkie pinned underneath his heavy shaft, quickly passing his friend’s now-idling avatar. Walkie could do nothing but wiggle and squirm underneath the eagle’s mighty member.
“Ha ha! Looks like I finally win,” Ahab crowed as he crossed the finish line. “See, this game isn’t so hard. Ope, looks like you’re having trouble, let me help you out.”
Walkie was relieved, expecting the quite literal weight to be lifted off his chest. But instead, Ahab simply picked up Walkie’s tiny controller and, after adjusting to the minuscule joystick, slowly steered his opponent across the finish line.
“Ahhh, not last! You still beat Wario, good job,” Ahab teased. “23rd isn’t too bad!” The eagle finally relented, lifting his now-hard cock from the budgie and handing the controller back. “That was fun, let’s do it again!”
Walkie could only pant as he tried to recompose himself, feeling overwhelmed and mildly musk-drunk. Ahab took it upon himself to set up the next race, flipping through the menus as his tiny friend caught his breath.
“Get ready, little bird!” Ahab said. “The next one’s starting already!”
Walkie steadied himself and focused back on the screen. Time for some payback. Lakitu’s countdown began: 3… 2… 1…
Everything suddenly went dark as Walkie felt a tremendous weight smother him. “Mmm,” Ahab purred. “This seat is much better.”
From the heavenly scent and the soft tuft of feathers brushing against the small of his back, Walkie pieced together that the huge eagle had flattened him underneath his colossal nuts.
The backbreaking weight lifted briefly before returning, giving the budgie brief moments of respite as he gradually realized his oppressor was stroking himself off. It was humiliating enough to be pinned underneath another man’s balls, but to be relentlessly teabagged as he jerked off? Walkie let out an embarrassed whine that was engulfed by the lewd sounds of Ahab’s masturbation and the punchy sound effects of the video game.
But Ahab wasn’t done with his friend-cum-toy — far from it. Walkie felt the tremendous weight on his back roll over him as Ahab shifted himself forward on the couch. A deep sigh rumbled from above as the eagle settled his perineum on top of the overwhelmed budgie.
“Keep squirming down there, pet,” Ahab teased. “You feel amazing.”
Walkie didn’t even mind the shift to a more dominant tone. He simply did what he was told, wriggling beneath the huge bird’s taint while giving it tiny licks and kisses.
Neither budgie nor eagle gave much thought to the video game anymore; this was way more fun. Both birds devoted their full attention to the pleasures they were feeling, with Ahab only pausing once to ask “Did you have the rumble turned on on your controller?”
Walkie wasn’t exactly sure what Ahab meant by that — and was buried too far underneath bird taint to answer affirmatively — but he would find out soon enough.
The weight temporarily lifted from the budgie’s chest, and before Walkie’s eyes could adjust to their sudden re-exposure to light, a massive wall of a hand swept along the cushion and snatched him up.
Ahab’s fingers nimbly manipulated the budgie until he was no longer wrapped in the palm of the eagle and instead pinched between his index finger and thumb. Then, without lifting himself off the couch more than the bare minimum, he slid his tiny friend along his perineum until Walkie found his beak pressed up against an unmistakable opening.
The heavy scent of the eagle’s musk blasted the budgie’s nostrils as the larger bird began to gently push his toy against his entrance. Despite their size difference, it was a relatively tight fit, but the folds of Ahab’s anus spread just enough to engulf its tiny prey, allowing the eagle to easily slide Walkie inside.
A low moan rumbled through Ahab’s body, causing deep vibrations that made Walkie’s entire form reverberate. The anal walls quickly folded back in on the budgie, giving him little room to do much beyond squirm.
And squirm he did, both for his own pleasure and the pleasure of his captor. A jolt ran through the tiny controller that was still pinned under his belly as something hit his kart in the video game, and Walkie realized why Ahab asked if his controller’s rumble feature was on. Ahab clenched with a huff as he felt the extra vibrations pulse through his prostate.
And then Walkie felt himself pushed even further up the eagle’s anal canal as the big bird forced his finger deeper. The pleasant musk and the feel of the slick walls flexing around his body were simply overwhelming for the tiny bird, and he completely gave in, allowing himself to become a toy completely at the whims of the larger male. Deeper and deeper he went, not resisting at all, until he felt himself bump against the eagle’s prostate.
“Therrrrre’s the spot,” he could hear Ahab purr. The budgie began to dutifully massage and lick the prostate — barely a walnut compared to Ahab, but somehow even larger than Walkie himself. The lewd squelching he could hear outside left little to the budgie’s imagination about how much the eagle was enjoying this, but Walkie suspected that he was having just as much inside his friend’s body.
Every movement and squirm he made elicited a huff or moan from the large bird, and often a corresponding clench that squeezed the budgie’s entire body. Both avians lost themselves in ecstasy, completely giving in to their lust and forgetting everything else around them.
This continued for minutes, until, finally, Walkie felt the anal walls around him clench hard as a mighty moan reverberated through the eagle’s body. He couldn’t see the thick ropes of bird jizz that his friend was undoubtedly squirting out, but he could certainly hear them as they impacted the walls and furniture in his living room. That would be a mess that required thorough cleaning, but neither bird was interested in worrying about that for now. The two let themselves savor the moments of bliss, both panting in afterglow and residual lust.
After what seemed like eons, Ahab finally spoke. “I don’t know who won…” he said, “…but I do know I’d love a rematch.”