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Birds come in different shapes and sizes. Some are big, some are small, some are predators, and some are prey. Regardless of their appearance, they are masters of the sky. Looking down upon the world and the feeble creatures that lack their gift. They will never know the glory of soaring through the air and feeling the wind on their tail feathers. Even the portliest of birds can take to the skies as easily as a fish to water.

Such is the case of the rare rotund raven. It descends from the heavens like a fallen angel and rises like a phoenix before impact. It defies the laws of physics and all that dare to impose themselves on it. Anyone attempting to match her speed will find themselves impaled on her talons or flattened under her pumpkin-sized posterior. She is a challenge that many tried and failed to conquer. If she had any competition, they would fear and envy her.

Aside from the rocky cliffs and plateaus, her domain consists of miles of sizzling sand. It would be a picturesque scene if not for the lack of water or life. Anything that dares to call this desert home won't receive any mercy. If the scalding sun does not burn them to a crisp, then it would be eclipsed by the raven's rear as she dives for the fatal blow. Becoming another one of her meals or trophies.

The raven scans the sugary sand from above. Hoping to pluck any blemishes from her untarnished habitat. Waiting for anything to test her mettle and chalk up another victory. The fat raven is not foolish enough to be deceived by mirages but what she spots makes her doubt her impeccable vision. A worm dares to poke its head out from the ground and wriggle its way onto the surface. Worms arecommon victims of hers but this was the first time she has ever laid eyes upon a silver one.

The fat raven descends to investigate this irregularity and study her target from a distance. A closer inspection reveals that this is no ordinary worm. It grows larger as she approaches and it becomes quite clear that this is indeed a snake. One whose silver-blue scales shimmer in the sunlight. It is a treat for the eyes but like the sun, staring too long at it threatens to blind the raven with its beauty.

Such a treasure should not be slithering on the desert floor. It should be hung around her nest so that all avians know that it belongs to her and her alone. Diving down, her eyes lock onto the reptile watching it swerve and bend. Practically teasing the raven and mocking her. The fat raven will not have any of that.

She swoops in and tightens her talons around the snake. Holding with a tight grip and careful not to puncture its hide. It hisses defiantly and writhes in her clutches but escape is futile. Flapping her wings, the raven says goodbye to the ground and lifts the snake into the air. Turning mid-air and heading for its home thrilled to show off its catch.

But then, something unexpected happens.

A sudden shock generates from her nethers causing her to dip momentarily. She picks up her speed and wonders what in the world just happened when another surge rocks her undercarriage. Panting, the fat raven is baffled by what could possibly make her feel so vulnerable. In the sky no less. Looking over her shoulders, there isn't anyone else that could have gotten the drop on her. When the tingling returns, she cranes her neck down and discovers the culprit.

It was none other than her captive! Tracing their tail along her crotch. The snake looks back but unlike her prior prey, there is no fear on its face. Just a smug grin of an opponent that's found their rival's weakness. A devious glint in their sapphire eyes. Shimmering unlike any of the gemstones at her nest. The fat raven is mesmerized until another shiver courses through her and snaps her out of it.

The audacity of the serpent is remarkable. Up until now, her victims had submitted to their fates but this one is determined and inventive. The fat raven rewards her ingenuity with a smirk and glares back at her reinstating her dominance. It is a look that would make coyotes whimper and makes it clear that she will not give up so easily. The snake seems to understand her message but it did not deter her in the slightest.

The raven caws realizing that her reptilian rival is changing her tactics. No longer is she brushing against her vulva but slipping her tail into her. It's been so long since anyone has dug in there that it catches her off-guard. This critter must have a death wish. Why else is it continuing to drive deeper and make the bird sing a sensual song?

It's so hard for her to stay afloat. She almost dropped her prize during that last thrust. It would be simple to end it all right here. All she has to do is release her prey and watch it plummet to the ground. But what of her scales? Surely the fall would dirty her scales and she has no means to wipe them clean. All of her hard work would be for naught.

Her only solution is to persevere and make it to the nest first. Once they reach the nest, the serpent will have no means to safely slink down and must surrender to her superior. Resisting no longer and acknowledging the fat raven as her better. Perhaps she would be allowed access to her nethers if the raven felt generous.

The back end of the tail delves deeper and the raven winces. Even on the hottest summer days, she never panted like she did now. The fat raven refuses to give her opponent the satisfaction of making her sing. Even though she desperately wishes to belt out and cry for joy. She keeps a stoic expression but her true feelings drip out.

Sliding down her legs were pearls of pure pleasure. Her privates haven't received such attention in ages but she would not succumb to her tactics. Especially not now. Watering holes dotted the dunes as water bubbled up from who knows where. If she drops her catch now, the snake would surely survive and escape. Her pride could not handle a loss of any kind.

The cliffs are up ahead. All she has to do is flap like never better and reach her nest. But that's easier said than done. No matter how hard she flaps, the nest doesn't come any closer. If anything, it is drifting farther away. She looks away knowing better than to be deceived by illusions. The raven sneered at her temptress but found her twisting her head to catch the droplets cascading down.

The raven shut her eyes closed and flapped with all her might. She will not give in to the invasive snake or her aching body. She will persevere and claim her well-earned victory. The shade of the cliff drapes over her and she smells the straw from her nest. Opening her eyes, she discovers that her nest is not far away. There isn't a word that can describe the exhilaration racing through her form.

Only a few inches remain. Then she could plant her posterior down and put an end to this madness. It didn't matter what the snake did next. Its fate is sealed. Nothing can stop her now.

And then, the tail strikes a place she did not know she even had. Like a switch being flicked, her brain floods with endorphins. Her blubbery body locks up and she cries out in sheer bliss. This alien sensation takes hold of her and leaves her vulnerable. She cannot move. She cannot fly. All she can do is fall. Fall into the abyss and accept the facts. The raven had failed and the snake had won. And it is time for her to claim her prize.

This was written by Sojaxx

and drawn by indfx