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Whatever was an old vulture like Vivian supposed to do when such carnal desires simmered deep within her, distracting her from what might otherwise have been a peaceful evening? The matronly bird gazed out over the city from her condo, the faint twinkles of distant establishments making her consider perhaps dressing up and taking to one of the clubs she had been so fond of lately. With the right gaze and a little luck, she had been quite successful at luring in some delicious playthings and preythings alike. Of course, it required considerable effort to groom her golden plumage and pick out the perfect dress to hug around her womanly shapes. And then it was a matter of hoping there was anyone particularly delectable out there so late at night. All that uncertainty, when her urges ached between her feathered thighs, leaving her so wet and warm that she couldn't help but stray a finger down beneath her dress, idly fondling her swollen clit as she thought of all the precious young things she so terribly wished to dominate. And devour.

Masturbating simply wouldn't do the trick that night. She needed someone else, and they absolutely had to be [i]right[/i]. With a sigh, she withdrew that dampened digit and instead reached for a tablet laid out on her coffee table. A surgical tap of her talon across the screen pulled up the internet browser, and she set to work typing out what she knew was a longshot into the search bar.

[i]I want to eat someone.[/i]

The first result seemed like an obvious ad, too good to be true. Still, it drew her eye.

[i]Hungry? Horny? Join Preydater and connect with delicious prey in your area![/i]

Hmm. Unlikely. Almost certainly going to lead to disappointment. And yet, she couldn't help but give a curious tap of the screen. The process of signing up involved some rather personal questions about her appearance, including uploading some flattering photos. A full body nude was easily drawn from her own gallery, but the others were more specific. She stripped from her dress and took to her feet, talons tapping on the floor as she hefted up her gut and took a nice, zoomed-in picture of that belly fat she'd accumulated with her generous appetite. Then she opened her beak wide, making sure to lick along the edges to make it glisten with saliva, and snapped a shot of her open maw. The thought of some cute sub clicking on those pictures and getting all flustered was enough to make her softly smile to herself.

After that, it was simply a matter of filling out her profile. Easy enough. Vivian LaFlamme, 66 years old. Griffon vulture. Female. Predator. Extensive culinary experience. Extensive predatory experience. And then it was just time for a quote. She tapped the base of her beak a few times with a talon, considering. Perhaps something flowery, something elegant, something to properly capture the sinister poetry of her darkest desires. Or maybe it was much better to be as blunt as possible. She smiled more broadly when the words came to her, tapping them out as quickly as she could, too focused to make a single typo.

[i]I want you to pleasure me, and then I want to cook you alive, and eat you. If you wish to be nothing more than fat on a vulture's curves, let's meet. Tonight.[/i]

Perhaps this was all a scam. At least they hadn't asked for any information that was [i]too[/i] personal. No credit card either. She hit 'submit' and watched her images uploading. The profile looked a little gaudy. Such websites often did. But everything was there, and it was merely a matter of watching that little envelope icon in the corner until the 0 turned into 1. Or maybe more. She waited, humming to herself, her eyes fixated to the point she hardly blinked. One minute passed. And then two. By the third she was about ready to set the tablet down and go draw herself a bath in hopes of relaxing and staving off her urges for a little longer, until she heard the distinct sound of a notification. The site had them set up to play an exaggerated 'mmmm!' clip when someone received a private message. Cute. Well, there was no time to waste. She went ahead and tapped on the icon to see whose interest she'd caught.

The cute young hyena had been very thorough. She must have sent thirty-seven distinct selfies, most of them nude, capturing her slim but curvy form from every single angle. Whether that was standing up, turned around, bent over, showing off her pussy, playing with herself, or many many more, every single picture of her was incredibly enticing. Those chocolate chip spots looked so ravishing. Her whole form appeared so fresh, so warm, so innocent and energetic. Just swiping through that gallery was enough to make Vivian's beak wet, leaving her to lick along its edges once more to keep from drooling on herself. She wanted to destroy that cute girl. And to keep her all to herself. If there was any doubt left that she'd found the perfect partner, the perfect [i]meal[/i], the frantically-typed message to go along with that deluge of pictures made it even more clear the young girl's fate was sealed.

[i]Wow hi!! :) :) I'm Keedee! I really love your pictures and it's so hard to find good predators on this site and I have been looking really really hard for one and you're PERFECT OMG are you hungry right now please say you are <3 <3 <3[/i]

Her energy was delightful. The thought of devouring such a lively girl was enough to make Vivian's belly loudly rumble. She tapped out a succinct response.

[i]Yes.[/i]

[i]AAAAAAAA that's so good to hear can I come over??[/i]

There was no hesitance on the hyena's part. She knew exactly what she was agreeing to when she offered. Vivian didn't offer any further conversation. She simply spelled out her address and set down the tablet. The hyena would find her soon enough. That kind of excitement meant it surely wouldn't take long. Vivian sat naked on her couch, feathers shining beneath the light as if dusted with gold, her fingers interlocked and resting on her stomach. But it was no time to rest. If she was going to properly prep someone, then she was going to have to do some prep. She rose and moved swiftly to the impeccably-organized kitchen, rustling through cupboards and finding everything she needed in a matter of moments. Laying them out upon a kitchen island, she arranged it all just so, making sure all was [i]mise en place[/i] before she finally relaxed once more. It was as professional a setup as if she were about to cook a dinner for a king or queen. But no, it was all for her. Just like Keedee herself, every second bringing her closer and closer to the vulture's belly. There was no other place for her that evening.

Looking over her handiwork, envisioning how the hyena would look on that platter, that was when the hunger truly hit. She'd been peckish before, ready for a snack or perhaps a small meal, but as those thoughts marinated in her mind, and her prey drew closer out there in the night, delivering herself to her own demise, the vulture's appetite went absolutely wild. She felt as if she hadn't eaten in a week, as if she might faint or even perish if she did not put a living person in her stomach right that very moment as that aching hollowness surged through her, felt all the way up the back of her throat. Only when she took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes a while, slipping into a light, meditative state, did she manage to calm down. That helped the time pass too. It seemed hardly minutes before someone was urgently banging at her door. There was only one person that could be.

Vivian didn't bother to put on any clothes to answer the door. This wasn't a matter of foreplay. They both knew why they were getting together. A click of the lock and she was standing there before the panting hyena, fully in the nude, all her feathers on display, right along with the lingering scent of her own arousal. Keedee was struck utterly dumb by the sight. She went from doubled over and trying to catch her breath to standing straight, stiff as a board, her eyes wide and her jaw gaped as she scanned up and down the towering bird silently presenting herself in the doorway. Vivian's keen senses picked up on the increase in lust right away. It was like Kee had just squirted right then and there, without so much as touching herself in the slightest.

"Oh my god, you're just - huff - you're - huff - I ... so many stairs ..."

Vivian cocked her head to one side.

"There [i]is[/i] an elevator."

"I couldn't wait - huff - for that! I needed to [i]see[/i] - huff - you. And you're so goooood ... "

"And you are very cute yourself. Do come in."

They walked together, the vulture standing a good two feet taller than the hyena and twice as wide, probably outweighing her by several hundred pounds too. And if all went well that evening, then Vivian was going to weigh even more by morning. Keedee eventually caught her breath, the exertion working up her natural scents to be even more enticing to Vivian's senses. The vulture licked along her beak again, this time much more heavily, making a slight slurping noise that quickly caught the hyena's eyes. She looked up with that bright blue gaze, her innocence and youth bringing out the absolute cruellest side of Vivian's desires. There simply would not be anything right in the vulture's wild until she had thoroughly, utterly, [i]annihilated[/i] that sweet young girl. And that meant digesting her, every bit of her, save for that which might serve as a proper trophy. It was Kee's final night on the planet.

"You're even bigger than the photos make you look ..." Kee mused. "I mean that in a good way of course. Just so ... soft. So tall. So deadly-looking. I almost creamed myself when I saw your profile pop up ... never expected to find anyone like you on there, especially so late at night."

"This way," Vivian simply said, curling a finger to beckon the hyena to her bedroom.

That seemed to snap Keedee out of her stupor. She stood up straight and followed the vulture along, staring right at those tailfeathers, tiptoeing along as if she was afraid of disturbing the downstairs neighbours. They had never complained, even when the evening's entertainment got particularly spirited. She moved to sit on the side of her bed, stretching out her arms and tapping her talons on the floor. Keedee froze in the doorway, just taking the time to admire all that golden beauty laid out before her, glittering and sleek. Vivian mirrored the hyena's gaze, glancing up and down those concealed curves. Then she went ahead and pointed a finger straight down, flexing those toes, displaying those curved talons. They were polished to the utmost of quality of course, but they could always use more attention. Keedee got the idea without needing to be told what to do.

She started shedding clothing as she approached, tossing another garment away with every step. Her bosom was even bigger than some of the pictures made it look, bouncing free once she removed that binder. A slender, athletic dancer's body was somewhat hindered by such a juicy bust, meaning she was equivalent to flattening them just to be more mobile. But she wasn't hiding anything anymore. She was bare to her spots but for a soaking pair of panties. Even from afar, Vivian could see the extraordinary dampness on that fabric, and on that chocolate fur all around. Keedee's lust dripped down her thighs already, absolutely drenching her with that enticing scent. It was enough to distract the vulture for just a moment, making her close her eyes and tighten her beak, thinking about just how good that luscious beauty was going to taste once she was all prepped and cooked up fresh. But that was going to have to wait. First she needed her prey to worship her.

Sinking down to her knees put Kee in range of those bird feet. Vivian lifted one right up, then brought it down on the back of the hyena's head, pinning her down to the floor. That stomp might have been relatively gentle, but it was still a firm, commanding gesture to leave Kee subservient before her new, if very temporary mistress. She stayed that way a while, prostrated before the golden goddess, until she finally just turned herself over so those feet could come down right on her face. That meant she could weave her tongue in between Vivian's scaled toes, working down to the crevices in between each of them, slurping up every single trace of taste as if she were cleaning them. Such a service was hardly necessary, given the vulture's taste for grooming and bathing. Her feet smelled sweet and tasted just as good, leaving the eager hyena sniffing and sucking her way up those toes until she had one of them fully in her mouth. Then another, then another, working to succulently savour those fine bird feet like they were the most delicious thing she'd ever had between her lips. Vivian sat soaking in the attention, letting Kee learn her place beneath her for every moment spent worshipping the thick old bird who would be her demise.

Kee worked so thoroughly, giving little giggles and groans as she slathered up those soles, that she hardly stopped for breath. Vivian felt distinctly as if that wild hyena might have kept going until she passed out. She could use such devotion. Reaching down, she withdrew her feet once they were thoroughly coated in a layer of glistening saliva, pulling Keedee up by the wrist as she limply flopped her way into the vulture's lap. One single thick bird thigh was probably near as heavy as the entire hyena, and Kee looked so very small clinging there to Vivian's bulk and fat. The vulture stroked over that fluffy, spotty back, feeling the warmth radiating from that fur, and the skin beneath. There was so much about the hyena that Vivian found absolutely ravishing, and once more she found herself needing to lick around her beak. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep that heavy saliva under control. An impulsive side of her wished to simply tear into the cute creature right that very moment, whole and raw, prep and cooking be damned. Her middle gave a distinct grumble at the mere thought, but that predatory urge remained suppressed, for now.

Instead, she directed those desires into something that would help take care of the wetness between her thighs. Keedee was easy to push around. Vivian might not have been exceptionally strong, despite her size, but that hyena was both lightweight and ever so compliant to every push, every tug to put her into the proper position. Soon Kee was staring up at the ceiling as she got laid out on the vulture's expansive bed. The spotty girl could have stretched all her limbs out as far as they could reach and still not leave them hanging over the bed. The overhead light twinkled in her eyes, reflecting off those shiny blues as she gazed up at the looming bird. Vivian stepped to one side of the bed, then the other, playfully circling, as vultures did. Then she lifted one leg onto the bed, and climbed over to completely envelop the sweet young yeen in the thick fluff of all those feathers, kneeling down on either side of Keedee's head so that she could utterly smother her in richly heated, dripping wet vulture cunt. The entire upper half of Kee's body vanished beneath all that downy heft, and her sensitive nose was soon shoved right up tight against that slick pussy, leaving her to drink in the aromas that wafted from the horny old vulture. She couldn't help but delving deep inside as soon as she got her first taste.

Those deep licks were enough to leave Vivian's stoic demeanour breaking for just a moment. She huffed and even softly moaned out loud, wiggling back and forth, grinding down onto that pointed muzzle, feeling her forceful rubs met with equal vigour and attention. This girl was good. It was almost a shame she was going to end up as nothing more than fat on the vulture's body. She would have made a good pet with such willingness to serve and please like that - but her fate was already sealed. As soon as she showed up at Vivian's door, or perhaps even before that, when she sent along those exceptionally enticing photos, she'd doomed herself to be a great, satisfying dinner. And ever lick brought her a little closer to that untimely end.

"Mm, my. You are among the best I have ever had, Keedee. I do not say that to flatter you. It is the truth."

She pressed down just a little harder, a distinct [i]schlurk[/i] coming with taking a little bit of the hyena's muzzle right inside of her. That made it even harder for Kee to breathe, but she wasn't complaining yet. Vivian went on.

"Such a precious girl like you is going to satisfy my appetite even more than usual. I am incredibly looking forward to eating you, Keedee."

The teasing very much had the intended effect, causing the hyena to give a muffled little moan beneath her. Vivian was warming and tightening, clenching down on that soft muzzle. She probably could have kept riding that spotty sweetheart right to orgasm, but that probably would have meant suffocating, or coming very close. Vivian still had use for all that energy, and so she took her time humping and sliding up and down along that sloppy tongue, spreading her juices into Kee's senses, until she heard those muffled moans start to grow quiet. Only then did she rise up with a stretch of slick fluids snapping off from the hyena's slathered muzzle, leaving Kee to gasp and cough a while as she refilled her lungs with quick, steamy breaths. Those pretty eyes were lightly glazed from the air deprivation, but that grin hadn't dulled in the slightest. Half a minute of drooly panting and she was ready for more. It was time for Vivian to turn her tailfeathers around and make a nest of Keedee's face.

That great feathery rump settled down warmly over the hyena's muzzle, completely burying her in vulture ass. Those heavy cheeks wrapped around Kee's entire head, burying her in fluffy booty, smothering and pinning her beneath all that weight. That meant planting the hyena's lips right up against her rim. Kee didn't hesitate to lay a deep smooch right upon that tight ring, then she was licking too. Slurping, kissing, drooling, making out with the fat bird's asshole, drooling beneath those tailfeathers as she pleasured Vivian relentlessly. For such a small thing, she had some serious enthusiasm. And she could just keep going, and going. Even in her youth, Vivian was certainly never so energetic. That energy was going to be all hers, in time. Rolling and rocking that plump ass down on that sweet face kept her busy for a time, riding the hyena until she was ready to tap out. Vivian let those paws pat against her backside with increasing urgency for a while, let those little 'mmfs' become more concerned as the air drained from the hyena's body. It would have been so easy to give in to the sinister temptation of just staying there, keeping her prey-to-be completely smothered and her twitches stopped. Perhaps another guest might have met such a fate, but Kee was simply too good to waste that way.

This time, the hyena had to roll over to catch her breath once Vivian rose from her face. She came with that rear for a moment, so deeply wedged between those cheeks that she was briefly stuck. Once she slipped free, she struggled and wheezed for a time, her whole body shuddering with those shaky gasps until she was steady once more. Vivian awaited, sitting on the edge of her bed with one leg crossed over the other. She was still plenty aroused, still wet, still slathering juices over the inside of her thighs with every little motion. A little more time and she would have had the release she wished for, but there was so much more to come that would surely give her what she needed. She couldn't wait any longer. Once Kee was breathing relatively normally, she reached over and took her by the shoulder, guiding her from the bedroom to the bathroom. It was time for the next step.

"Hfff ... where ... where are we going?" Keedee softly asked, already following the guidance of her butcher-to-be.

"To the bathroom. That's where the razors are."

"The ... ?"

Despite her hesitation, Keedee went right along without any protest. It was nothing so sinister as it sounded anyway. Vivian got to that expansive bathroom and fetched some shaving supplies, then set some towels down as the hyena just watched it all in silent awe. Now and then she took a lingering glance over to the toilet. It was a sizable thing, one suitable for someone of Vivian's particular heft. Eventually she got caught staring. That made the vulture lightly smile.

"Thinking about where you're going to end up when I'm all done with you?"

Kee didn't answer, but her flustered lip bite was evidence enough of what she was thinking. She flinched just slightly when the vulture gripped her on the shoulder.

"This is the last chance for you to back out, Keedee. If you let me go any further, I [i]will[/i] cook you, eat you, digest you, and turn you into something to flush away. You'll be a part of my body and some weight on my belly, butt, and thighs. How does that sound to you?"

It was all enough to leave Kee a little stammery, her whole body trembling, but not with fear. The scent of her arousal grew so thick as to fill the whole room as she listened to the vulture speaking so decisively of her impending doom. She rubbed her thighs together, squirming where she stood, huffing deeply, then just letting out an extended snickering moan. Her eyes were shut tight, and her whole body was tense, puffed up with one deep breath that she exhaled in a long puff, along with her deeply groaned word.

"Yesssss ... "

"Very well. Then let's get you prepared for what's to come, meat. That is how I will address you, for that is all that you are now."

This time, the rumble from Vivian's stomach was so loud that it seemed to echo off the walls. Kee's ears perked up at the sound, then she slumped down with a dreamy sigh. She was surprisingly calm, at least for the moment. That was good, because she couldn't squirm her way through the shaving process. Vivian was as precise as she was thorough, splashing water over that spotty fur and taking one last glance at it. Then it was time to cover her in a smooth, foamless gel, one that wouldn't get into her skin and ruin her flavour. The [i]skrittt[/i] of the straight razor running over her skin was enough to make her hold her breath, but Vivian didn't miss a single stroke. No cuts, no scrapes, she carefully shaved the hyena completely bare without drawing a single drop of blood. Vivian's hands did not waver or tremble in the slightest. They were always exactly where they needed to be. She towelled off the newly pink hyena, rubbing her down all over, leaving her completely naked and exposed, hardly looking like a hyena any more. Then she took her by the hand and spoke five soft yet striking words.

"Let's go to the kitchen."

A little shrieking whoop of laughter escaped Keedee when she heard that. She grasped Vivian's hand tightly and let herself be guided along, padding down the hall, feeling slightly chilly without a single scrap of fur left on her body. She took one last look out at the city lights, then turned her attention to that expansive kitchen. Her cheeks got extra hot when she saw Vivian turn the switch on a broad, contract grill laid out on one of the islands. That collection of herbed oils and spices that she'd laid out earlier was ready to go. She didn't waste any time. Reaching over and kneading the hyena's shoulders, Vivian made sure her prey was relatively relaxed before getting to the oil massage. A good smooth rubdown got that shaved piece of meat all extra shiny, glistening with that fine oil. Then she made sure to salt and season Keedee. That young treat might have been a juicy meat all her own, but it was a foolish chef who didn't add at least a little seasoning to really bring the flavour out. While she worked, the grill just kept getting hotter and hotter, the air wavy and shimmering. A tiny drop of oil flecked off the hyena's naked body amid those rubs, splattering onto that hot surface and sending up an intense sizzle. It was ready, and Keedee almost was too.

"Ohhh, it's so hottttt ..." Keedee whimpered. It wasn't clear if she was referring to the grill itself, or the whole situation. "God, I'm ready, I'm [i]ready[/i] ... I want you to do it, I want you to [i]cook[/i] me, and then [i]EAT[/i] me ... I'm gonna taste so good ... nice and marinated ... so tasty ... I hope I'm good, I hope I'm so good ..."

Vivian didn't pay much mind to the hyena's rambling, though she did find it endearing. She couldn't recall the last time she had a meal who was so eager to be part of her. The last step was a matter of tying her up so that she stayed in precisely the right position while she cooked. Vivian picked her up and trussed her with twine, wrapping and looping around her wrists and ankles alike, stretching them behind her, essentially hogtying her. She held Kee in her arms a while, stroking along her body, taking one more chance to inspect that girly body. A squeeze here and there was both admiration and sizing her up, feeling where she was softest, where she was juiciest. She might have been a little on the slim side when it came to flavour, but taste alone wasn't the only reason Vivian wanted to eat her. She needed her energy, her liveliness, her excitement. Such youthful vigour was impossible to resist. She could not rest until she had utterly consumed that hyena. And it was time to start cooking her.

Working with that grill while fully in the nude maybe wasn't the wisest of choices, but Vivian certainly wasn't stopping to get dressed. A slight splatter soared off in her direction, splashing onto her feathers. She didn't feel it. Kee on the other hand, definitely did. The vulture brought her down upon that scorching hot surface, naked and oiled, instantly bringing some steam from her body as she crackled and cooked on contact. At first she gasped out, but her body quickly numbed to the pain. There was simply no processing that kind of agony, allowing all those natural defense mechanisms to kick in and keep her from fully realizing what was happening to her. It was numbing to the point of intoxicating, making it seem like she'd passed out for a moment, her head slumping down and her eyes closing. Those twitches were the best she could do, her limbs bound far too tightly for much squirming. That ensured she cooked nice and evenly, the scent of cooking meat filling the room with a beak-watering fragrance that kept the hungering avian's belly rumbling as her meal grilled up hot and fresh right before her eyes.

Kee was still very much alive even as she got cooked, and no small part of her was enjoying it. That was evident by the juices flowing from her pussy, trickling down upon the grill with thick, flavourful syrup of her arousal. It wasn't just lingering lust from their encounter in the bedroom. She was getting hornier as she became a meal, transforming into the meat she'd always been, getting crisp and evenly browned. Those juices leaking upon that hot surface shot up steam as they loudly sizzled, adding to the juices, to the flavour coming out of that rich piece of fresh meat. Kee faded a little more the longer she cooked, her insides warming to the point they were starting to break down, but there was just enough life left in her to keep her from fainting or dying before she was ready. Though she could use a little more basting.

The storage of sex-related toys and accessories in a kitchen cabinet would have been rather strange for anyone else, but it was simply a practical choice for Vivian. When she needed to keep the juices flowing in one of her meals, there they were. She lubed up a thick canine toy and pushed it beneath the remaining stub that had once been Keedee's fluffy tail. Pumping her ass kept her pussy free to leak and drip, those juices seasoning her and ensuring she stayed deliciously moist all over, even as her skin crackled and crisped up to a firm texture of golden brown. It looked not unlike her original fur colour, if even more appetizing than ever. Vivian pumped that toy in and out of her rump, bringing the tiniest moan out of Keedee's lips as she fucked her rear with the sole purpose of keeping those juices flowing. They loudly sizzled off where they landed on the grill, adding to the juices flavouring her, keeping her extra flavourful all the way until it was time to flip her over. It wouldn't do to cook someone unevenly, after all. If she was going to devour Kee, then she was going to make sure she did it [i]right[/i]. Such a precious girl deserved nothing less.

Vivian's scaled fingers were rather heat resistant, and so she didn't bother with any sort of protective gloves. She took hold of that half-raw meat, pulling that toy from her rear with force, leaving Kee to give a minuscule whimper before she got hoisted up into the air. Her front side, from her thighs, to her belly, to her breasts, were beautifully cooked, but her back was still pink and raw. Vivian soon changed that, turning her onto her back, bending her bound limbs out of the way so that the hyena had full contract with the hot surface. There was nothing to protect her, nothing to keep her from being cooked alive, and yet somehow, she didn't die. Maybe it was that hyena toughness, present even in the smallest of specimens, or maybe Vivian was very carefully applying heat to her meal to ensure Kee's most vital processes remained functioning right up until the very end - if in a rather diminished state. Her heart still pumped, her lungs still drew air, but very slowly, leaving her teetering right on the edge of consciousness, one slip, one gasp too many from passing out and fading to black. But that wouldn't do at all. If she was really going to bring her long-time fantasy to life, the one that left her spending many flustered nights beneath the covers, frantically pleasuring herself to the most macabre of thoughts, to ending up in all sorts of grim situations, then she had to be alive to appreciate it. Even if it was going to be the last thing she ever experienced.

It was already difficult enough to breathe, but Vivian wasn't going to let her off that easily. She moved over to the edge of the counter, just beside the grill where Keedee's shaved head lay, staring up at the ceiling, her features clouded by that cooking process. Her eyes could still see, and they got a glimpse of that feathery rump once more. Vivian certainly had to be careful with such a gesture, given the level of heat just below that hyena, but she was able to position herself just right so that she could sit her heavy ass down on Kee's face and smothered in those fat cheeks that she was going to join. More specifically, she lifted her tailfeathers high and made sure Kee's partly-cooked lips kissed right up against her rim once more. Kee was far too weak to lick or worship anymore, but that didn't matter. The gesture was enough, and she made sure to stay there for long enough to tease her with those final, damning words.

"You know what happens to food, don't you Meat? I'm not just going to swallow you. I'm doing to digest you, absorb you, take your every nutrient and make it my own. I'll add you to my body as weight, as fat, wear you like a trophy. And of course ... " She maintained that dominant demeanour with a slow, deep grind, wiggling her hips back and forth atop Kee's unchanging face. "When I am completely, utterly done with you, when you have taken the full trip through my body - I am going to [i]shit[/i] you out.."

A vulture like her was never afraid to get dirty, and that included with her speech. By the sizzling sound that followed, Kee definitely enjoyed hearing that, those juices flowing all the thicker as she bathed in that firm, blunt teasing. Vivian let that smother linger a little longer, seated firmly in place, rubbing her ass on that young hyena's face before rising up once more to let those shallow gasps escape. A little longer allowed Keedee's bare skin to acquire a good sear, sealing in the juices, leaving her brown on the outside and pink on the inside. So much so that she still hadn't passed on, still hadn't been killed by the process of being cooked. Once Vivian was certain she was done to perfection, she turned off the heat and removed her prey, placing her onto a waiting platter, turned over once more, all stretched out on her face and knees, wrists bound behind her, skin cooked and organs just barely functioning. It was, of course, important to let her meat rest before cutting in, and so Vivian waited with relative patience, taking in the scent of her meal. Pacing back and forth soon became her fully circling, doing laps around that kitchen island where Keedee lay steaming, enacting that vulture ritual without even thinking about what she was doing. It was simply a habit, especially when she was so exact with her cooking that she always ensured to inspect her meal from every single angle before serving, even when she was the only one who was going to eat it. And that was most assuredly the case here. She didn't get territorial often, but no one else was getting a single bite of that luscious hyena. Keedee belonged to her stomach alone.

Five minutes was all she was going to get. Vivian took the time to dress herself once more at last as she awaited the perfect moment to cut into that expertly-cooked hyena. She was less than medium rare, just a slight bit raw where it counted most, but of course, a vulture's digestive system could handle her just fine. Vivian could have dug into her fully whole and uncooked without any sort of grievance, but it was so much better to give her the treatment she deserved. She laid her out as a beautiful centrepiece, lit some candles, and basked in the scent for just a little longer. But it simply would not have been acceptable to let her get cold. Pulling the platter close, she set out her plate and took hold of a carving knife and fork, and from there it was a matter of slicing off the most tender pieces so she could finally get her first taste.

She started with a breast, slicing it off with a single, smooth motion of the knife. The blade was of course sharpened to a frightening degree, but it wasn't just the knife itself that made it so easy. Keedee was tender to the point of nearly falling apart, the meat of her left breast coming off with ease, the knife gliding through her as if through butter. Her juices were sealed in perfectly, ensuring she didn't bleed, even as she got sliced into. A breast and a thigh was the starting piece Vivian needed. She took the meat off that leg with her knife, and sat down to eat. The only sound in the room was the faint scraping of cutlery against a plate, and the vulture's steady gulps. She ate slowly, but steadily, swallowing down beakful after beakful of tender hyena meat, polishing it off and then leaning in for more. As polite as she had been, despite the audience of one who could only just barely see her, she could not resist digging in, indulging those most ravenous instincts. No one was going to know but Keedee herself. And that wasn't going to matter soon.

That meant leaning across the table, not bothering with utensils as she seized hold of that partly stripped leg. The bone was showing, but there was still plenty of meat clinging to it. She pushed her beak into that soft meat and began to strip it clean as only a vulture could. A hyena like her surely appreciated the efficiency. She picked that limb clean, from the hip to the thigh, to the shins, pecking and tearing. It hardly took any effort at all. Just closing her beak around another juicy chunk of flesh, all she had to do was hold on and pull her head back, and she ended up with another good piece. Her appetite was unending. For every chunk of Keedee in her belly, she ached for more, as if eating her was making her even hungrier than effort. Working until she'd polished that bone nearly white, licking the lingering juices from her bare shinbone, she leaned in and wrapped her beak around it to crunch down and drink the cooked marrow from within, sending the heavy snapping sound ringing through the room, resonating right up to Kee's skull. The faint moan escaping Kee's trembling lips did well to say what she thought of getting devoured, piece by piece, bite by bite.

"You have a pretty skeleton, Meat. Strong. Tasty. Perhaps when I am completely done with you, I will clean and polish your skull, and find somewhere to hang it." She softly chuckled to herself, two notes of laughter at most. "The bathroom will do nicely. Then you'll be able to watch as I get rid of you."

Kee was limited to the weakest of moans, utterly unable to move, and surely dying by then. But she put in a solid effort to keep the sound going, showing her approval with every single moment as Vivian turned the platter around to take a look at that well-cooked rump. She patted Kee on the bare backside a few times, then slipped a knife up between her thighs, lightly brushing over the lips of that crispy, juicy pussy. Just the crackling sound of those sizzled folds along was enough to get her clacking her beak with hunger.

"I have been wondering how your cunt will taste, Meat. All those juices, all that youthful lust made for such a marinade."

That was enough to make the hyena erupt at last. Though her body was inches away from death, most of her muscles unresponsive, her mind barely functioning, there was enough left inside her to make for a truly explosive orgasm. Such a thing shouldn't have been possible for someone cooked alive, but she [i]squirted[/i]. Those juices poured out upon the platter as she breathed a little heavier, pouring out every single sensation, every single ounce of pleasure she could possibly still experience. Her body rattled just a little, faintly twitching as the very last of her muscles worked overtime to flex out that gushing femcum, her pussy bulging and clenching with the force of it all. The growing pool upon the silver surface beneath her mixed in with the juices leaking from that cooked meat, mixing up into a particularly potent blend of flavours. Vivian was going to have to make sure to mop up every last drop of that with those tender pieces of hyena meat. She let the girl finish off the last climax she'd ever have, simply observing with amusement and approval, silent. Then she set to cutting into the most precious part of that gorgeous meal.

With a swift move of the knife, she sliced off a wet pussy fold and let it fall to the platter with a distinct [i]schlop[/i]. It was plenty crisp on the outside, but beneath that firm layer there was warm, soft pussy meat. An utter delicacy. Vivian scooped it up with her fork, barely able to hold it as it wobbled there on those four prongs, and brought it to her beak. An extended moan escaped her at that taste. She couldn't help herself. For all her stoicism and composed front, even she could not deny the pleasure rushing over her as she devoured that cute girl's cunt, bite by precious bite. She ate every single piece, from her clit to her folds to her cervix, carving it out of her body with a precise application of those utensils. It was all enough to give her pause, sitting back in her seat and dabbing her beak with a cloth napkin, kissing her finger tips and sighing. Her eyes were closed for just a few moments, as if taking a three-second nap in the middle of her meal. But the wafting scent of cooked hyena never stopped igniting her appetite, and there was so much more to eat. She had no desire for leftovers.

There was no ceremony, no grand sendoff when Keedee finally died. Vivian ate her, piece by piece, until she was no longer moving. She settled with an extended sigh, and finally ceased her moaning. By then, Vivian had opened her chest cavity up, exposing her still-fresh organs, capturing a glimpse of the final beats of her heart, or the last puffs of her lungs. Of course, it was important to get to those before they sat for too long, and so that was precisely what she did. Cutting into a heart that had been beating mere moments ago produced plenty of blood, but she didn't mind one bit. She lapped up those juices with a finger, licking that digit clean as she stripped the hyena down, one bite at a time, to little more than a skeleton, scraps of meat clinging to her remaining bones. And while Vivian was plenty full by the time she'd devoured the hyena girl's flesh and innards alike, she didn't hesitate to crush a few of the prime, most tender, partly-cooked bones in her beak, swallowing them down with the rest of her, joining her body in that belly-stuffing weight deep down in the vulture's body. There were only the tiniest scraps and stains left on that platter by the time Vivian was done - that and that bare skull, stripped of all meat but for that final treat lingering in those eye sockets.

In truth, Vivian had admired those pretty blue eyes from the very start. They were still intact, largely sheltered from the cooking process. It was perhaps a cruel delight, but it wasn't like Keedee could feel anything anymore. Vivian was free to be a vulture, digging her beak deep into those juicy eyes, making them burst under the pressure of those sharp edges. The juices ran down that skull as the bird pulled them out, smashing them up with a squirt of fluids as she chewed on them. Such a lovely pair, such a fine shade of blue, but they were utterly ruined by the vulture's hunger, pecked clean out until there wasn't a trace left in those emptied sockets. Vivian swallowed them down one by one, treating them like a dessert of sorts, or perhaps more an after-dinner mint. The empty sockets stared up at the very satisfied bird as she patted her heavy belly and relaxed, settling into what could have been a nap right there that very moment.

Instead, she got herself washed up and refreshed, and retired to her own bed for what remained of the evening. It was late by then, much later than that old bird ever tended to stay up, and so she slept deeply into the later morning, leaving that skull right where it was as she rested off her meal. All through the night she digested and claimed that hyena, pound by pound, adding her to her bust, her butt, her thighs, and also just padding out her belly itself with some extra weight that would certainly take some time to wear off. She awoke refreshed and thicker than ever, already feeling that extra weight before she rose. Sitting up was smooth, if slightly burdened by the extra heft jiggling on her form. Keedee had been very much smaller than Vivian, but she was still an [i]entire person[/i]. Cooked, eaten, and polished down to the very last by the ravenous vulture. But for that trophy.

Vivian took her time cleaning and polishing up that skull, making sure it shone nicely and that there weren't any stray traces of meat left on it. That hollowed cranium once housed the hyena's brain, but it was empty now. Vivian had eaten that too. Nothing was spared, no matter how intimate, including the bits that many chefs and wild animals alike might have cast aside as inedible or undesirable. That certainly didn't stop a vulture. Keedee was sitting well, leaving her feeling nothing but satisfaction as she added the last of those nutrients to her body. No more hyena. Just vulture fat. And something else. Vivian worked to get her reminder looking right, those deadly jaws still an impressive side, even cleaned out like that. She brought it along to the bathroom and removed a decoration there, using the remaining nail to hang that skull right where it could watch her dispose of all that remained of its former owner.

Of course, there was nothing left of Keedee that was remotely aware of such a thing. But it was the thought that counted, and Vivian was certainly thinking plenty about how that excitable young girl would have reacted when she sat herself down on the toilet seat and settled in for what would surely be an extended stay. All that meat, and there was plenty that even a vulture's body couldn't use, and she took her time squeezing it out as little more than a sizable amount of waste. Down the pipes went all that remained of Keedee, that skull adorning Vivian's bathroom wall an enduring reminder of her enchanting night spent devouring the eager girl. She was quite certain, even now, in those crudest moments, that Kee wouldn't have had any regrets. She was born to be digested, worn, kept, and to have someone bigger shit her out and flush her away, never to be seen again but for the fat on a predator's body. It had only been a matter of time before [i]someone[/i] claimed her. It just so happened that Vivian got to her first.