“Mark my words, as long as I am your king, we will never submit or surrender to the evil avian scourge that threatens to destroy us!"

The crowd cheered and Waffle sat back on his throne, a grim smile on the mouse’s royal face. He knew the situation was fraught for his tiny kingdom, and that the birds who had been slowly encroaching on their territory were strong enough to wipe them off the map — such is the relationship between natural predators and prey.

But so far, Waffle’s mouse army had done a valiant job protecting the kingdom, and the avians had not shown too much interest in outright destroying the rodent people, content to let them coexist — albeit uneasily — for the time being.

And so Waffle put on a brave face, knowing that the most important thing he could do for his subjects was let them know he’d fight to protect them until the end.

The crowd’s cheering was interrupted by a sudden, distant rumble that shook the throne room. The smile disappeared from Waffle’s face as the sound quickly grew louder and the shaking more intense, one blast after another, almost like… footsteps.

A giant, black, scaled thing suddenly crashed through the tall ceiling of the throne room, and Waffle quickly realized it was a bird’s scuted foot, curled into a fist that dexterously destroyed the ceiling and walls of the room in a matter of seconds.

Rubble and debris rained down on the hundreds of mice who had gathered there and loud screams filled the air as the king looked up in shock to see a massive black eagle with a blue head standing far larger than any bird he had ever seen.

There was no other army alongside the unwelcome guest, so it wasn’t clear whether he was doing this on behalf of the avian kingdom or of his own volition — either way, he was clearly far more than the mouse army would ever be able to handle, and he was so confident of this that he wore no armor. In fact, he wore nothing at all, and the large cock swinging between his legs was far larger than any of the mice themselves.

Despite this, the palace guards lived up to their oaths, charging fearlessly toward the gigantic intruder.

It was a mistake. In a flash, the eagle snatched them up and within seconds they were tossed into his beak and down his gullet, the king’s guards turned into nothing but a bulge sliding down the eagle’s throat before finally disappearing as the huge bird licked his beak.

One not-so-brave guard hadn’t joined in on the attack, and instead turned to flee. The bird spotted this and simply stepped on the mouse, pinning the squirming rodent under his massive sole.

The step brought the eagle directly over Waffle’s throne. The king hadn’t moved an inch, staring up at the muscular avian in shock and awe. The intruder locked eyes with Waffle, and a cruel, hungry smirk curled across his beak. A drop of sweat fell from his balls, landing in front of the king and making a splash that came up to the mouse’s knees. He yelped and jumped back.

“We can do this the easy way, and you can bow to your new King Ahab,” the bird taunted, “or we can do it the hard way.”

Waffle summoned all the courage he had. “I’ll never give in to you!” he squeaked.

“The hard way it is, then,” Ahab said, and he slowly began to lower himself to the ground. Mice fled the area around the large eagle’s paws and where he was about to sit, but Waffle simply stood there, wide-eyed, either in shock or entranced by the looming bird balls dangling closer and closer to him.

A few moments later, they were on top of him, the bird’s heavy sack forcing the deposed mouse king to the ground and smushing him beneath them.

That seemed to break the spell, and Waffle suddenly began wriggling and squirming with all his might to get out from under the oppressive nuts. But it was far too late. The mouse was helplessly pinned. He felt his crown fall off and, as he tried to look up to see where it went, he could see only the dark feathers of Ahab’s balls and the cock looming above them, throbbing hard as it released precum onto the royal steps.

Waffle’s nose twitched and he realized the eagle’s intense musk was beginning to wash over him — a strong, heavy scent that the mouse found almost… enchanting. He wanted more of it, and his struggles gradually shifted from trying to escape from beneath the balls to trying to sniff more of them.

And while he knew his loyal subjects were still watching, and while he knew how humiliating it would be to further debase himself in such a way, he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out a tongue and tasting the eagle’s nuts, before soon lapping up the bird’s sweat.

He heard astonished gasps throughout the throne room as he huffed the avian’s sack, fully captivated in a matter of only a few short minutes.

“Was this your king?” Ahab laughed. “And now look at him, so eager to abandon you all and serve my balls.” The eagle gave a satisfied moan. “Go on then, little mouse, give them a kiss and show me how much you love them.”

Waffled whined and did what he was told, planting a firm kiss on the heavy sack that was squishing him against the floor of the palace that used to be his. Not anymore, it wasn’t. Now it belonged to the avian usurper, and so did Waffle… and everyone knew it.

“Perhaps later I’ll give you to my royal gryphon steed to use as a toy,” Ahab mocked. “For now, though…” he said, picking up the tiny crown that had rolled down the steps, now covered in eagle pre, “…long live the king.”