This story was written to go with the picture above, by Silver
Silver sat up with a start, breathing heavily.
No matter how many times it happened, he never really got used to it. Some huge, hulking beast, usually a bird, would shove the little corvid down their cock and churn him into nutsludge, and then he’d wake back up in his own bed, as if nothing had happened.
It was never a dream; Silver knew that much. He was wide-awake each time, and even afterward, the thick musk of the men who devoured him occasionally still lingered on him. Even after hundreds of times, it was still terrifying to get forced down a behemoth’s genitals and trapped in their balls until he melted into a thick load of his predator’s genetic material.
But that was how this world worked. At least he knew he’d respawn back home, safe and sound.
Except… this wasn’t his bed. Instead of a soft mattress, Silver was lying on something damp and slick. There was no lamp on his bedside table; there wasn’t even a bedside table. The only light he could make out came from what appeared to be a tiny slit, hundreds of meters away. And instead of the pleasant tingling of his last devourer’s scent wafting off his feathers, Silver’s nostrils were utterly bombarded by an oppressive wall of musk that seemed to emanate from every direction.
A deep, low-pitched rumble that sounded a lot like a yawn caused Silver’s entire world to vibrate. And then, without warning, the moist floor beneath the tiny corvid began to shift and raise up into the air!
Silver shrieked in surprise and scrambled for a handhold or foothold, anything to keep him from falling! There were a few creases and crevasses he could grip onto, but as the floor continued to rise, they stretched and smoothed out. Worse still, the pinprick of light seemed to grow further away with each second!
Nervously, Silver looked down. Just as he feared, he couldn’t make out any end to the abyss below. If he lost his grip, who knows how far he’d fall? But it was getting harder and harder to hang on with each passing moment.
Sudden, loud gurgling roared into Silver’s ears, and a rush of something sticky and wet surged past him, momentarily flattening him against the wall he was so desperately clinging onto.
He’d recognize the scent it left behind anywhere — and not just because he’d been engulfed in it not one hour prior.
The “little” spurt of pre confirmed Silver’s worst suspicions: Instead of waking up back at home, he’d woken up halfway down the shaft of one of his most-frequent predators.
“Ahab!” he yelled with all of his breath. “What am I doing in your dick?!”
A low, booming chuckle rattled Silver’s tiny body. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” teased the virile eagle in whose cock he now resided.
“This isn’t funny!” Silver squawked. “Let me out!”
“Oh, you’ll get out eventually — as a few fat ropes, probably,” Ahab smirked. “You just seemed to always find your way into my balls, so I figured I’d make it easier on you and change your spawn point to somewhere closer.”
“I only end up in there because you put me in th— wait, spawn point?” Silver yelled.
Ahab just chuckled again. “You spend more time here than your old ‘home’ anyway, so it makes perfect sense to me. Your days are going to be so much simpler, and mine are going to be so much more enjoyable.”
The eagle let out a satisfied sigh. “Now, if it’s alright with you, I’ve got quite the morning wood to deal with, and you’re going to be an essential part of that load.”
“It most certainly is not alright with meeEEEEEEE—” Silver yelped as a strong force pushed against the fleshy wall and knocked him from his perch, sending him tumbling into the sticky abyss below. The musclebound male was no doubt beginning to jerk off, and there would be no escape for the little corvid now.
Except, of course, as a thick load of bird jizz.