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Lukasz hurries across the savanna, the reflective blur of his cloak rendering him nearly invisible save for the space his path carves through the ocean of tall, red grass. At present, he'd be the least interesting part of the scenery even for someone looking for him, a small blip amid a field of fractal debris; coiling bismuth scattered from space like dice.

Not long from now he's supposed to be meeting with his informant, debriefing her about her findings regarding the Archivist station that recently entered orbit, wiping her memory, and sending her on her merry way. For all she knows, this will be the first time they'll have done this but in reality it's been a dozen, maybe more. It's not Lukasz's job to keep count.

Rising just above the grass is a concrete platform, and his destination. It was supposed to be a foundation for a train station that was never finished as this place was left as no man's land so long ago. The greater danger is long past by now, but a mix of superstition and reverence keeps the mild-mannered from venturing out here, leaving it to outland hunters looking to snatch up and devour those who walk too loudly. Which is perfect for clandestine operators like Lukasz.

The okapi eschews the stairs at the side, instead climbing up onto the back of the platform and catching his breath. It takes him a moment to process the other subtle flickering of diffracted light already on the platform with him. Good, she's already here.

"What convinced you to show up on schedule this time?" Lukasz jabs, somewhat uncouthly. In his head he's been doing this enough to have built up a repertoire with his informant; it's easy to forget she's got no familiarity with him.

"Oh, is she usually late?" responds someone else entirely.

"Oh, Yau Fucking Yeng, you again?" Lukasz groans, hand shooting out for the other person, grabbing their cloak and tugging at it, but his wrist is met with a restrained swat, meant more to catch him by its manner than break his hold by force, but it causes him to let go all the same.

"Me again!" The cause of his ire tugs drawstrings on the cloak, retracting it up into neat pleats, flickering back into visibility again as a comfortable orange poncho. Pulling away his veil and hood, the black heron reveals his face, already engaged in that smug expression Lukasz can't imagine him without.

"Do you have nothing better to do, Suyi?" Lukasz asks, deactivating his own cloak in the same manner. It's a common garment in this region of Yalashtei; neither one of them would be surprised if they weren't the only ones passing through, so timing is everything and this counterspy is really throwing it off.

"Well... I guess not, considering they keep assigning me to projects you just happen to be involved in," Suyi explains. "The Archivists reeeally don't like what you're doing, whatever it is!"

"You'd think they'd give it to someone with a better track record," Lukasz scoffs. "I got up early for this..."

"Lots of people get up early," the heron observes. "Most, even. Were you doing something especially strenuous last night?"

Like flipping a switch, Lukasz can't resist boasting to his rival if given the chance. "If you have to know, last night I finally hit it off quite well with a lady I've had my eye on. A hyena, real pretty one."

"Oh, and here I thought we had something special!" Suyi says in mock outrage.

"I mean, we do..." Lukasz almost chokes on his words the moment he realizes they're out, steeling himself. "H-hey, don't you play that card! Look, if you're going to be that way I think I'll just cycle you now and get it over with." The okapi raises his hand, channeling a spell into the divot of his palm, finding his adversary doing the same, predictably.

"In fairness, it could be one of those times I cycle you first, instead," Suyi posits. "Which I might do, if you're not even going to suggest kissing a little this time."

The okapi's cheeks turn bright red. "Are you going to cast or just banter today because--"

"Yes, yes, you're right..." The heron clicks his tongue, and his fingers flex.

What Lukasz expected was a simple point-blank blast of flame, which would have sputtered out the moment his own liquefying bolt made contact with Suyi's brain, but that's not what he got. His own aim goes wide as the floor beneath him erupts into concrete cubes the size of toy building blocks, flying skyward and battering him as they take him with them.

Suyi rests his thumb on his chin as he looks up, watching the spy rise, lose momentum, and then come hurtling back down, his sustained, almost comical scream becoming audible again as he speeds towards the surface. Lukasz hurriedly readies another spell, releasing it as a wave beneath him. Grass wilts and dissolves, as does the ground beneath it, creating a thick puddle of ectoplasm, its surface catching him like a waterbed. Not painlessly, but it's better than fatal.

"Okay, so he's getting creative!" Lukasz shouts, getting to his feet on the uneven, wavy surface. "I guess you're not-- Ah, shit!" He winces as a block of concrete pelts him on the shoulder and immediately he shields his head.

"And his situational awareness remains just the same," Suyi calls in retort. He simply holds one hand skyward, and the cubes bounce harmlessly off of an invisible, projected dome of force.

Off to the side, unseen clawtips deftly snatch a cube out of the air a split-second before impact, turning it over to inspect it for a few moments before easily crushing it, risking detection, but for the moment, the third party to this standoff remains unnoticed.

"Look, we're just going to keep bruising each other if we keep this up," Suyi sighs, "by which I mean I'm going to keep bruising you, sooo..."

With his other hand, he unholsters a dart gun, quickly taking a couple of shots at Lukasz.

The okapi holds out a stretched section of his poncho, catching both, the needles passing cleanly through the fabric, but getting caught on the bone marble between them and their fletching. Shaking them off with a flourish, he responds with his own, of the exact same make and model; if it works, it works, after all, and it was high time he got his own.

Suyi tries to throw himself out of the way, a maneuver that only works in movies, but trying to block them with a spell would have been even less productive; that bone component makes sure of that. The second shot hits square in the chest, layers of clothing and feathers reducing it to little more than a sting, but the marble begins to hum and glow white hot as it siphons his aura in seconds. Pulling it out by the fletching before it can ignite his poncho, he throws it aside with a measure of disdain, and turns his attention back to Lukasz.

The same Lukasz who is now mere meters away, bounding up onto the geometrically-cratered platform, teeth clenched, fingers sparking with crimson light, going in for a contact spell that Suyi is helpless to avoid.

The okapi's palm slams into his chest, knocking Suyi down in a burst of black, ectoplasmic mist as his opponent descends on him.

"Got you again, you little shit! Now what are you going to..." Lukasz's sentence grinds to a halt as he realizes he's not pinning Suyi down by any means.

The bird cranes his long neck up from his spot on the platform, a bit dazed from the fall, but nonetheless still wearing that irritatingly placid expression. "Why'd you stop? I didn't say a thing."

Lukasz has dealt with Suyi enough times to both victory and loss that his exasperation quickly overpowers his confusion at being suddenly miniscule on the bird's chest, clothing vaporized along with the majority of his mass. His attempt to shrink Suyi clearly turned back on himself, which was a new one, for certain.

"Suyi, how in the shit--"

"Whoops, were you going to try eating me again?" The heron pulls his poncho out from under Lukasz as if swiftly removing the cloth from a set table, but not quickly enough to not bowl him over, by design. The okapi quickly uprights himself again, finding himself flanked by cylindrical bone studs set into a fitted harness.

"A little something I picked up on vacation to Ystraka," Suyi beams, unbuckling and discarding it. "Single use, so I had to be careful what I let you hit me with. Oh, and before I forget..."

Lukasz tries to react to a talontip coming his way, failing to notice Suyi's other hand, gingerly holding a dart by the needle and tapping him briefly with the marble, eliciting a yelp as it takes the remainder of his radiance.

"There, fair's fair," the bird chides.

"You were going to do that anyway, I learned it from you!" the okapi spits.

"That's usually how it goes," Suyi agrees. "But you've got some fun tricks too, don't you?"

He quickly grips the tiny Lukasz, getting to his feet and hopping back down into the grass.

"Wait, where are we going?"

"That stand of trees over there." Suyi everts his wrist as he holds Lukasz out to show him, before quickly bringing him back in. "The informant I was supposed to capture probably won't be here for a little bit but I'd like the privacy all the same. Remember that thing you did last time?"

"You uh... weren't supposed to remember that..." Lukasz says through his teeth, feeling his general frustration give way to his nerves.

"Oh but I do remember that, Lukasz, and I even enjoyed it a little bit in retrospect! But I have to wonder, is it better from the other side?" Taking a lazy perch on a low branch, Suyi reclines, drinking in the okapi's expression.

Now and again they settled their scuffles by eating each other, it wasn't an unusual thing anywhere in the five systems but recently, Lukasz had decided to spice things up a bit and it was finally coming back around to him.

"You could always just eat me," he tries to bargain, "it's been so long since you've had a win that you probably forget what I taste like, right?"

"Yes, it must not have been that extraordinary then. Luckily..." As Suyi speaks, there comes the sound of unzipping, which quickly draws Lukasz's eyes downward, to no avail; he can't see over the heron's fingers. "...there are other ways to enjoy you, for lack of conversational prowess."

Air rushes around the okapi as he's lowered in a single smooth motion, to be pinned against the heron's package, separated only by a thin, soft layer of boxer briefs. Lukasz had forgotten just how overwhelming body heat can be at this scale as he's immersed in it, but the scent is something he's committed to memory after enjoying each other off record so many times. Suyi is someone who takes great care in his hygiene but a slog this far into the grass will bring out anyone's signature, and the bird's is... not altogether unpleasant, though Lukasz would never admit it no matter how many times he'd had his face right here, albeit on more even footing.

Instinct takes over and he decides to get some enjoyment out of his defeat, even if he's determined to scowl the whole time, and he hugs against the rigid thing barely kept from him, which throbs approvingly in response. It doesn't take more than a bit of shifting to find the fly, upon which the entirety of Suyi's shaft slides out, long and tapered without a defined tip.

"Well, let's not keep you waiting any longer, hm? I think you'll find..." He squeezes Lukasz into the soft underside, dragging him up along it until his hooves are positioned right above it, and then pulls back down. "...that I've been practicing just for you."

The okapi's legs slide in with surprising ease, the minimal lubrication resulting from Suyi's anticipation proving more than adequate to claim him. He almost doesn't notice that he's hard too until he's sunken in enough to grind against the rim of that stretching slit.

"Actually, I want you facing this way," Suyi decides, twisting his prey around halfway to face outward before pushing him into his length with a single finger.

Faster than he can even open his mouth to protest the rough handling, Lukasz is completely immersed inside of his rival's penis. It stretches around him easily enough to just contain him, but affords little room to even struggle, though his efforts are greatly appreciated.

Suyi emits a shaky gasp at the first real effort he feels levied, producing a more pronounced protrusion around the general shape of Lukasz, which sinks deeper with every clench, voluntary or not.

"Look on the bright side," the heron offers, "you actually look cuter this way."

Lukasz can feel a fingertip pressing against him, and promptly tries to shove it off, slipping half another body length or so immediately after. He can feel the tube he's in tighten near his ankles, he's about to slip past the base.

While Suyi is making short work of him, comparatively he's not going nearly as fast as Lukasz did when their roles were reversed. If he's not deliberately toying with him, maybe he's just bad at it?

That'll be the explanation Lukasz chooses to believe, to hold onto at least a little bit of pride until it dissolves with the rest of him. For now, all he can do is... grind, he supposes.

Externally, the bulge hiding the okapi appears to slide into Suyi's sac, but he's got a bit further than that to go. Even so, pulling him into the tighter confines underneath his body sends a shock of pleasure through Suyi, pumping out another ampoule of pre to expedite Lukasz's descent.

"I thought it was weird at first," he admits, "but you really were onto something with this, I have to hand it to you. I think I'll take you just like this from now on... or at least until I get tired of it."

He finishes his addendum with a clench, drawing Lukasz up into his prostate.

It's not as tight inside, giving the okapi room to stretch and relieve some of the pressure, but even if the walls aren't so firm, they're still clingy, trying to confirm to his shape and hardly giving him space to breathe, though what little he can muster smells like concentrated libido anyway, every lungful just pushing him closer and closer to his own limit.

Even so, Suyi is probably on his way there even faster; each vigorous thrust of a limb is slamming every button with greater force and precision than Lukasz had ever managed to do before, keeping a healthy stream of, sticky, clear emission coming out in pulses, dripping onto the branch.

"I'm... flattered you're so focused on m-- hhahhhh, on my enjoyment," Suyi manages, "but I'm not... ready to be done with you... So please, just for a moment..."

His pelvic floor tenses up tightly, forcing Lukasz into position like a bullet being chambered, except his trajectory will be one that takes him deeper.

"...settle down!"

Suyi has never been particularly vocal on climax; the loudest he gets now is a series of heavy breaths as his system floods with exhilaration, focusing between his thighs and launching several thick, white streaks into the air. He can't even recall the last time he's gotten off this well, but even so, there's plenty left for Lukasz.

The okapi trades places with the blast, becoming coated with it in seconds as it rolls him over, before the difference in pressure sucks him down an even tighter passage than the last, looping deeper up inside of Suyi's body before plunging down, depositing him into the bird's sac with considerable impact, enough to force another shot out of Suyi that even he hadn't anticipated.

After well more than a minute, Suyi hops down onto solid ground, stumbling on shaking legs and getting himself properly redressed, though as he does so he contemplates completely eschewing pants during their next meeting.

"I've got a question for you, if that's fine," he says. To Lukasz, the words are somewhat muffled and both of them already know a reply is out of the question, but this is all part of the song and dance. "How long is digestion supposed to take? ...Did you ever manage it? I have to admit you did successfully put a few holes in my memory. What if I just keep you?"

He clenches around Lukasz again at that, who is reclining, knees splayed, in such a way so as to reserve as much room for himself as possible.

"Do you think your hyena friend would mind?" Suyi continues. "I suppooose she doesn't have to find out."

He gives the internal drawstrings of his poncho a tug, fading from view, but as he does, an ivory-white object thumps against the tree next to him, and he doesn't dare move from his spot in any greater measure than to turn.

It's a long, curved cudgel, contoured to a rock-splitting edge, blunt all the way down save for a sharp point at the tip of the curve for when extra persuasion is needed. Gripping the handle is a suitably large hand, certainly big enough to pick Suyi up on its own, attached to a muscular, striped arm, vanishing off into the folds of a cloak distressingly high up.

As its wearer deactivates it, retracting it up into horizontal pleats, Suyi realizes that the only way Lukasz's hyena friend wouldn't find out is if she was both hard of hearing and possessed the most limited attention span on the planet. It figures she'd be a huntress, too, and a local by the size of her.

"Ah." Suyi drops his diffraction cloak as well, wearing a sheepish smile. "I don't believe we've met."

The hyena drops into a crouch, and as she does so, amid the fluttering of fabric, the heron's eyes dart instinctively and he realizes from just the briefest glimpse of tip that someone here already had the idea to forgo pants first, and she's absolutely packing. By the looks of her, even with her wild, dark mane she's of the striped variety, not spotted, so it's probably genuine.

Closer to eye-level, but still towering over him, as someone five times his size is wont to, she huffs out through her nose softly, scanning him with her amber eyes. Suyi can't deny to himself that either despite or because of her threatening semblance, his heart is racing in a manner that falls well outside of fight-or-flight.

"You have something of mine."

"Oh... you're talking about our mutual friend, aren't you?"

"Friend, I wouldn't say," she corrects. "He and I made a bet. Which he lost. Then he skipped out."

"That sounds like our dear Lukasz, alright. What was the wager?"

"I let him use my bits like a breeding mount," she says plainly, seemingly not shy about it. "If he finished in under five minutes, he would feed them in exchange."

The heron blinks slowly. If the okapi had been courting this one for a while, that would explain where he got the idea in the first place.

"I don't believe he's ever lasted five minutes in his life; if he didn't want that, he made a stupid choice." As Suyi says so, Lukasz kicks hard from inside, to minimal effect.

"But now you find yourself involved. You ate my prey. Hunter code dictates you take his place."

"I think that code could stand some refining, don't you? I'm in the middle of something as it is so maybe I just..." He hadn't decided if he was going to try and excuse himself or not, really, but the hyena sways him by tapping the side of his body with the cudgel blocking his exit. "...stay right here."

He looks around the area for a few moments as his thoughts race, before slowly reaching under his cloak. "You realize I'm armed, right?" he asks, producing his dart gun.

"I won't be unfair. You will get the same chance he did," the hyena explains.

"On second thought I don't need this," the heron consents, dropping his weapon, all pretense that he wasn't at least a little bit excited, vanishing.

Even if he just got his rocks off, that should only work to his advantage in terms of endurance. How tempting the thought was, to outlast Lukasz with the same person he spent so long pining for.

The hyena moves Suyi 90 degrees to the side with the flat of her cudgel and then slings it over her back. Taking one crouching step to turn to him, she rocks onto her knees, and leans her upper body forward. There's a brief moment that Suyi thinks he might be flattened, but she keeps herself propped up on all fours, requiring little more of him than crouching, himself.

What brief contact he makes in that moment gives him the impression of a body as soft as it looks, with "pendulous" being the first word to come to his mind regarding her chestnut brown belly, her breasts not at all supported by a silk sash, and of course, that hefty package just ahead, swaying non-retractably under her hips.

Suyi shakes himself out of his initial stupor, trying to compose himself as he begins to undress down to nothing.

"May I learn your name? It seems terribly tactless of me to take your offer without it."

"Ravvanyenma," the hyena answers, "but save your own until you've either passed or failed. I do not need to acquaint myself with food."

"Very well," Suyi agrees. Nudging his clothes and equipment out of the way, he approaches Ravvanyenma's penis, massaging down around the sides of it, and finding his grip on its thick medial ring to raise its aim more towards himself.

It's almost as long as he is tall, and weighs easily more, but luckily for him, the hunter's body is doing most of the lifting.

A sheath was certainly more common equipment among mammals, but this one lacked one, instead sporting a flattering foreskin, leaving just the slightest bit of head visible. Well, comparatively, anyway. Without exposing any more of it, it was larger than Suyi's face; he had no doubt he could fit inside, and the slight, stretched gape of it indicated that his devouring wouldn't be a special occasion.

Her heavy, fluffy balls are suitably massive as well, large even in a proportional sense, not unlike the kind of thing one might use to assist with exercise. It was probably exercise enough, he thought, lugging those things around, prey-filled or not.

He looks down at his own length, slightly swaying in time with Lukasz's continued pouting, and gently grips it to aim at the slit ahead.

"So, I just..."

"Yes," Ravvanyenma confirms. She slides forward even further, lowering her body into the grass too quickly for Suyi to exclaim about before he's sandwiched between her shaft and belly, held firmly in place by the weight. "Once you start, don't stop."

Squeezed in as he is, Suyi is past the point of having any other option, pivoting forward and immediately realizing he's made a terrible mistake. This feels incredible.

The inside is perfectly slick, warm, and even as he initially begins pumping his hips, she's already experimenting for the right level of tightness, with each tentative clench causing the heron's hips to slam against that smooth tip, adjusting him to her own rhythm.

Hugging her cock tight against his body, Suyi inches forward until there's no room left, beak pointing back against himself, the top of his head pressed firmly into that soft mound just beneath her stomach like a pillow. He tries his hardest to pace himself, but every single flex from that railroad tie of an endowment physically sucks him back into top speed.

In his head, Suyi curses his rival for his ongoing sabotage, struggling up a storm in his ball but in truth, it's not even intentional. Finding it impossible to stay braced, Lukasz is tossed around, coated from head to toe in white as he slips and slams against every surface in the confined space. It's soft enough that if he was at a non-zero risk of injury, it surely would have happened by now, but he's going to be quite dizzy by the time this is over.

Which likely isn't that far away, if the occasional, erratic squeezes of his little prison are anything to go by.

Pre drips off of Suyi's sac and runs down his thighs, and it's not even his; in just the time elapsed, Ravvanyenma has pumped out enough to soak him from the waist down, every shot meeting with a weighty impact before spreading out through his feathers.

Admittedly, the act of penetration is hardly doing a thing for Ravvanyenma, but the friction of Suyi's body vigorously rubbing up against her velvety glans is just what she's looking for. She drops as low as she can, such that most of her body is flattening the red grass, with her tree trunk-thick thighs and calves acting as spacers to give Suyi just enough clearance not to be crushed.

He's not so worried about that, presently, feeling a climax he simply can't stave off creeping up, asserting itself through twitching convulsions in his groin that tease his endurance to capacity.

Resigning himself to the fact that he will not be completing his mission today, he squeezes the massive cock beneath him into his chest, hilting himself in it and tensing up. The experience he had had just minutes ago paled in comparison to this one in every way, his thoughts scrambling in the wake of his climax; as amazing as it felt, he barely even processed the fact that Lukasz was now shooting back up his length and into the hyena's, which clenched him down its two-meters-and-change pulsing girth without effort.

The heron doesn't keep track of how long he spends holding that pose, breathlessly, reacting with some delay to the huntress's hips gaining elevation and pulling away from him. By the time he collects himself, he is staring down the drooling barrel of her cock beneath it at an angle, and it plunges down on him with a noisy slurp, engulfing him down to mid-chest in a single thrust and squeezing tight.

His alarmed shout is almost completely muffled by the thick flesh, and his hands provide no leverage against the suction, sliding between the slippery head and its sleeve of foreskin, which on its own has a heft to it like a weighted blanket.

"Pity," the hyena says, getting back into that low stance, "I guess I don't need your name, after all."

Positioned over her prey, she starts thrusting, not particularly quickly but with enough force conveyed by its smooth motion to make up for it, the twin mounds of her rump sounding out a lewd, rhythmic clap with every lunge. To an observer, it might look like she's rutting someone, but the total apparent absence of a partner in the moments following would dispel that. Suyi takes even less time than he lasted during his wager to engulf, tail feathers and talons slipping into that carnivorous slit as easily as if it had been natural.

Granted, Ravvanyenma had been doing this for so long, with such frequency, that it may as well have been natural to her. Every catch made the next one easier to the point that using her teeth felt like a chore. This was more fun, anyway.

Suyi squeezes down her shaft, nearly parallel with the ground, sputtering on the facefuls of liquid anticipation gushing against him as he's swallowed. It's tighter than Lukasz had made it when he did this, but that's hardly owed to the size dynamics at play, and almost entirely to just how forceful every single flex is, sucking him along expediently. The tight shape of him starts to emerge behind the huntress's sloshing seed reservoirs, outlining him in her perineum and drawing him up in the direction of her deep, clenching tailhole, before his tightly-wrapped impression submerges into the depths of her body just south of the rim.

Ravvanyenma's tongue droops involuntarily out of her mouth as she packs Suyi into her prostate with another squeeze, ejecting enough volume to have drenched him where he once stood, and it's still all just pre. Beginning to stand, leaving a gleaming trail with the turn of her hips, she braces herself against the nearest tree with one hand, and begins to stroke with the other, her eyes half-lidding in ecstasy.

Suyi struggles to flip himself right-side up, lifting his head out of the pool and gasping for hot, heavy air, already out of breath as it is. As sure as he is that Ravvanyenma could toy with him like he'd taken to, but it seems that she's more interested in efficiency.

He jolts as the walls behind him soften, causing him to suddenly tip back, and the moment he's in line with either of the tubes that will take him to the end of the line, she squeezes tight, forcing him in.

It's even hotter in this new space, rising up somewhere in the vicinity of her belly, but he doesn't have to weather it for long; his path tilts down again and gravity and peristalsis team up to pull him down into the hyena's balls.

She growls pleasurably as he arrives, pulling her scrotum taut with just the strength of her pelvic floor, and letting it drop with a gurgling bounce.

Suyi slides into the expanded tube, adapted to solid cargo and so far the roomiest package any of the three involved have got, even ignoring proportions. It could be mistaken for a stomach if one were to wake up inside. Well, if not for the abundance of ball batter present to define it, swishing about at approximately low chest height.

Suyi feels something solid bump into his chest and grab on, bringing its sticky coating with it.

"Well, looks like you couldn't last five minutes either," Lukasz taunts, hauling himself out of the pool to catch his breath.

"Oh hush, if I had, you'd be all alone in here," Suyi dismisses, grabbing the little okapi up and dropping him back in.

"You're about to be," Lukasz retorts, fighting to stay above the surface. "You feel that heaving? She's gonna cum any second now and I'm so tiny she probably won't even notice me sliding back out."

"You're right, she won't," Suyi admits, his defeated tone noticeably theatrical, "because you're staying right here."

"Dooon't you fucking da--" Lukasz begins, but unfortunately for him, Suyi does fucking dare.

The heron snatches him quickly and dunks him under the surface, quickly shoving him into his cock once again. Lukasz would have let his filter go entirely if he had any air to berate his rival with, but he goes in with nothing but a barrage of bubbles rising to the surface.

"And keep squirming just like that," Suyi adds smugly.

"Keep squirming, just like that," Ravvanyenma pants, oblivious to their conversation.

She couldn't care less about whatever they're doing in there as long as it feels this good.

Feeling the pressure rise in her loins, she squeezes her eyes shut as tight as her jaw, rumbling out a triumphant snarl as she hits her orgasm. One final shot of clear, followed by a torrent of white, pumping out in thick, opaque eruptions, striking the bending tree with audible impact before flowing slowly down the side of it, urged onward by the added volume of the next shot. It takes almost no time to bury Suyi's things under a shallow pool, disguising any trace that he was ever even there.

Not that she intended that. It was common knowledge already that she ate people on the regular, it wasn't going to stop her. Some small part of her hoped these two bozos had nothing important going on for the next month or so, at least. But of course, even if they did, she didn't care enough that she would go out of her way to burn off the remainder of their nutrients and put them back in the regeneration network any more quickly.

Stepping back, she tugs the strings to drop her poncho to full length again and activate it, but that massive erection still aches with hunger; she's got a whole other ball to fill to even herself out, after all. Groaning to herself quietly, she pulls down the silk sash beneath her breasts, tightening it around her belly to secure her length in place, and cloaks up to resume the hunt.

Not far away at all, a hare clambers up onto the concrete platform, taking note of its ruined surface and wondering to herself what must have occurred here. And more than that, where the spy she was supposed to meet with was.

As she removes her veil to catch her breath, the hyena's trained eyes dart in her direction, the slightest glimpse of her all she needs to confirm her presence.

Through no aspiration of her own, the hare is about to have her question answered.