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The first time she said it was when they were six. Sarah's family had just moved to the neighbourhood a few weeks ago, and despite being ravens, they had been accepted by the majority-rodent community and seemed to be fitting in quite well. After all, this was the 21st century, and everyone liked to consider themselves beyond the prejudices and phobias of the past. If the several local cat families could integrate well, avoiding any of the nasty incidents that cats were so often accused of, why couldn't ravens?

As the head of the neighbourhood committee, Ryan's mother had seen it as her duty to welcome this new family, and had been quick to suggest playdates between Ryan and Sarah. At this time, they were playing happily together on the park, with their respective mothers chatting away just out of earshot.

Ryan's power ranger had just knocked on Sarah's doll house door, and was waiting to be let in. But Sarah didn't seem to have noticed. She was looking at Ryan with a slightly odd expression, and just as he was about to ask if she was still playing, she said, "I'm going to eat you when we're older."

Ryan blinked.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm a bird," Sarah said, matter-of-factly, "And you're a mouse. And that's what birds do."

And that was it. They went back to playing and said nothing more about it. Ryan hadn't really understood what she was talking about; he had never seen a bird eat a mouse before. He'd never seen anyone eat a mouse before. Miss Parker at school was a bird, and all she seemed to eat were seeds. He decided later, while he was lying in bed, that it was some kind of joke, and he resolved to laugh loudly next time he saw Sarah.

She didn't mention it again for a few years. It wasn't that it never came up at all, just that she didn't talk about it. Ryan remembered in class once they were drawing pictures of themselves as grown-ups, and Sarah drew a scribbly picture of herself eating another scribble. Miss Parker said it was wonderful, and pinned it up on the wall. But, being Miss Parker, she also gave some advice, because Miss Parker thought that everyone could always improve if they were given advice; She said that food wasn't as big as people, and next time Sarah probably wanted to eat something a little smaller. Sarah seemed confused, but said nothing. When Ryan looked at the picture later, he realised that the scribble was orange. It was the same orange Sarah used when she drew pictures of him.

By the time they were nine, Sarah and Ryan were close friends, and all talk of eating had been forgotten. (Besides, Ryan had seen Sarah eat plenty of times before. The food had never been alive...). Sarah fit in well with the boys, because she liked to wrestle. It probably helped that she was a little bigger than the mice and rats, but she did still manage to beat Bruce once or twice, and as a Rottweiler he was bigger than anyone in the class (Even Miss Parker). Ryan did not like to wrestle, but he also didn't like to be left out, so he pretended he liked to wrestle. This seemed to work out quite well - other boys liked him because they could always beat him, but he didn't get challenged very often because he didn't put up a fight. This was, Ryan worked out, a win-win situation.

Sarah challenged him though. Not just at school. When he went round to her house, one of the first things she would do was challenge him to a fight; the winner got to decide what to do for the rest of the day. Usually that meant playing with Sarah's dolls (Ryan was the only boy allowed to know that Sarah liked dolls as well as wrestling).

One day the wrestle took a slightly different turn. Ryan found himself thrown to the floor (as usual) and Sarah jumped on top of him (as usual), but then she paused, and looked at him in an odd way. At the back of his mind, he seemed to recognise that look. Then, without a word, she slowly opened her beak. She opened it wide. Very wide. Ryan could see right to the back of her throat; a long thin tongue and a pulsing uvula. He felt her warm breath on his face. His heart started to race as he suddenly remembered the years-old threat of eating him, and with a whimper he began to cry.

Sarah closed her beak, and pulled back. Tears were streaming down Ryan's face, and a high-pitched, shaking whine was coming from his mouth. Sarah frowned.

"Why are you crying?" she asked.

"Because..." Ryan sniffled and wiped his nose, "because you were about to eat me."

"Don't be stupid," Sarah responded, rolling her eyes and climbing off of him, "I'm not going to eat you."

"You're not?"

"Of course not," she said, "I'm not going to eat someone who's crying. Tears taste terrible."

She didn't show him her mouth again, and for the rest of the night they played with her dolls.

When they were both thirteen, Sarah decided they were dating. Their friends at school were excited. Their parents were delighted. Everyone said what a cute couple they made.

Ryan found the news quite surprising, but felt it wasn't his place to question it. He didn't really understand why they had to call themselves something different. They continued to do what they had done before (which now involved less dolls and wrestling, but more TV at, much to Ryan's consternation, more make-overs), but there was an added sense of obligation.

"You're becoming a man now," Ryan's father told him over a newspaper one morning, "Having a girlfriend is a big responsibility. You've got to look out for her, treat her well, be there when times are tough. I know Sarah's your friend, but she's not like your other friends now. She needs to take priority."

When Ryan tried to ask why, his father would only roll his eyes and shuffle his paper slightly.

"Would you believe there are still people who think a mouse and a bird shouldn't be dating? They think your species is all that matters. You're the new generation now Ryan, you've got to show us old folks how it's supposed to be done."

Ryan left more confused than he had started.

In the end though, having Sarah as a girlfriend wasn't too much trouble. He had to spend a lot of time with her outside of school, but he already did that, and they shared most of the same friends anyway, so he still got to hang around with Bruce and Chris and the rest of them. He did have to buy Sarah presents a few times a year, but his mother helped him to pick them out, and Sarah usually got him something nice in return.

And for two years, that was what having a girlfriend was to Ryan. That was until he was invited round to Sarah's house to watch a film, and something changed.

When he got to Sarah's house, he let himself in, like usual. Her parents travelled a lot, and trusted Sarah to look after house alone. Ryan soon found that this meant not needing to knock, even though sometimes he would end up waiting for half an hour for Sarah to get out of the shower and realise he was sat downstairs. He had been thinking about those incidents a lot recently, and had even dreamt of the times she bounded down the stairs dripping wet, clutching a towel loosely around her soaking feathers and smiling at him. He couldn't understand why something so boring would keep springing to his mind, no matter what else he was doing at the time.

That day, though, she wasn't in the shower. She was kneeling in the front room, trying to get her new DVD player to work.

"Just give me a second," she chirped as he walked into the living room, "I've nearly got it."

Ryan sat down on the sofa, and gazed casually around the room. He noticed a small tear in the corner of a painting that hung on the far wall. Her parents wouldn't be happy with that - they'd told Ryan once that it had been painted by Sarah's great-great-great-something grandmother. There was a growing pile of empty cans on the table, too, next to some week-old pizza boxes. Nearby, on the arm of the sofa, the empty DVD case sat, showing what looked like some soppy romance with people kissing in the rain. Ryan rolled his eyes.

And then found himself staring at Sarah. She was wearing a bright red top which rested lightly on her shoulders, and some blue shorts which left most of her legs showing. While she was leaning down to work the DVD player, her jet-black tail feathers splayed upwards, and naturally drew Ryan's gaze downwards to Sarah's backside, which was swaying slowly back and forth. He noticed, for the first time, how round she looked from that angle, and how much it suited her. Her legs below looked firm but supple, and he found himself wanting to -

Sarah turned, and saw where he was looking. She giggled, which made him blush hotly.

"It's working now," she said, grinning. She jumped up and bounded over to the sofa, sitting down close to him. "I've heard this is a good one."

It wasn't. Ryan felt strangely awkward about what had happened moments ago, though he couldn't quite explain it. By the time he settled down and started to focus on the film, he had no idea what was supposed to be happening, or why that Doberman kept glancing across the room to lock eyes with that Chihuahua. An hour in, Ryan began to grow restless, until suddenly Sarah leant in close and rested her head on his shoulder.

He froze. She has never done that before. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He just sat there, letting her lean into him. After a while, he started thinking that it was rather nice. And then, when the film ended, and Sarah didn't move, he realised he was glad.

For a while, Ryan just listened to her steady breathing. Then, and he wasn't entirely sure why, he took his arm and placed it around Sarah's waist. There was the briefest pause in her breathing, and then she carried on as before. Ryan waited for a moment. He moved his hand onto her hip. There was a pause. He moved his hand further still and cupped her thigh, feeling a tightness in his chest. Sarah snuggled very slightly closer.

Ryan debated moving his hand even further. He felt Sarah's soft feathers between his fingers, and the warm leg underneath. He imagined what it might feel like to...

"I've decided when I'm going to do it," Sarah whispered gently.

Ryan's heart skipped a beat.

"Do what?" he whispered back.

"Eat you. I'm going to eat you on my sixteenth birthday."

Another pause. Longer this time.

Ryan glanced over, trying to tell if Sarah was joking, but her eyes were closed. It hadn't exactly sounded like a joke, but it hadn't sounded like a threat, either. Just a fact.

Her head was still resting peacefully on his shoulder.

He took his hand off of her thigh.

Two months later, and the day finally came. Sarah was sixteen, and Ryan had been invited around to her house to celebrate. Her parents were away, and he had been strictly instructed to bring no one. He couldn't stop thinking about her tease... her joke? Whatever it was, he had been mulling it over since that night on the sofa, but Sarah had made no further reference to it, and of course the whole idea was ludicrous anyway. Birds didn't eat mice. Not anymore.

He approached her door, holding his present in front of him like some sort of shield, and took a deep breath. There was nothing to be worried about. He was overreacting. She was just teasing him.

He knocked.

And waited.

No answer.

He knocked again.

And waited.

Still no answer.

Slowly, he opened the door, and called out "Sarah?".

"Up here," came her voice from the top of the stairs. "Lock the door behind you."

Ryan paused. It was an odd request. But if she was trying to trap him in, why would she let him handle the key? No, she had just been teasing him. If they were going to be upstairs she didn't want anyone else coming in. That was all.

He turned, took the key from the side table and locked the door. Then, glancing around, he dropped the key into his pocket. Just in case.

"Ryan?"

"Coming!" he shouted back, heading for the stairs. "I was just locking the -"

As Ryan rounded the corner, he froze in place. Sarah was stood at the top of the stairs looking down at him, and she was completely naked. His mouth dropped open, and she smiled.

"I know what I want for my birthday," she half-whispered, staring at him with inviting eyes.

Ryan had never seen her naked before. He had come close - when she was wearing a nothing but a towel, or when they went swimming and she wore her tiny bathing suit, but seeing her with nothing at all was something completely different.

Her feathers gleamed. They covered her whole frame, accentuating her breasts and her hips and leading down to end in her tail, which fanned out behind her like a robe. Her legs, bird-thin but strong and sleek, were parted just enough for Ryan to make out what was between them.

He gulped.

"Come to the bedroom," Sarah ordered. He didn't need to be told twice. Ryan took the stairs three at a time, his mouth turning bone dry with anticipation.

When he got there, Sarah was already lying on her bed. Her hips were raised slightly and her wings fanned out to either side, taloned feet set wide apart and propping up her lower body. Now that Ryan was closer, he could make out the dark, wet lips at her pelvis, and even the tight hole below, just above her tail. His eyes ate her greedily, taking in her smooth form, her soft feathers and firm breasts.

"Take off your clothes," she breathed, gently. For the first time since stepping into the room, Ryan looked into Sarah's eyes. They were deep, dark and inviting. She wanted this, he realised, just as much as he did. He placed her present on the nearest surface and pulled his shirt over his head, casting it aside to tug down his jeans. They slid over his wiry tail and his thin legs and landed with a thump on the floor.

There was a pause. Sarah grinned.

"The pants might need to come off as well..." she said, raising an eyebrow. Ryan blushed. Slowly, with trembling hands, he grabbed onto his briefs, paused, and then tugged them slowly down. He felt his stiff member flick up when it was released from the cloth, and Sarah made a noise, though whether it was surprise, arousal or amusement, he couldn't tell. He stood for a moment, then lifted one foot out, then the other, so that he was as naked as Sarah. He felt incredibly exposed, though when he stared into Sarah's eyes and saw that hungry look as she took in his body, he felt a burst of confidence.

"Now get over here," she said.

It took a few uncertain steps, and when he reached the bed he practically fell onto her, but she laughed and brought her beak up to his muzzle, nuzzling him. Another pause. Then she nodded.

He looked down to guide himself in. As he brushed the tip of his penis against her, a jolt ran through him like he'd been electrocuted, and both of them breathed in sharply. Sarah was warm down there, and soft, and slicker than he'd imagined she'd be. He closed his eyes, and lowered himself into her gently. He could feel her heartbeat, or his, or both, and he heard the blood rushing in his ears.

Sarah grabbed his arm and squeezed. He felt her legs tremble, and he buried his nose into her neck and breathed in her scent. He had smelled her many times before over the years, but this time was different. There was something intoxicating about her, he wanted to fill his nose in it, bathe in it. As he sank deeper into her, their hips touched, and he could feel the smooth flesh walls massaging his cock and coating it in her juices. He ran a hand down her side, feeling the feathers ruffle beneath his touch, and traced her thigh, gently squeezing the tense muscle underneath. As he pulled out, Sarah nipped playfully at his ear, and he nuzzled into her neck.

When he entered again, he was more determined. A wave of pleasure ran through them both, and he started to move faster and with more purpose. Her lips squeezed his member, inviting it further in with each thrust. She began to moan, and shortly afterwards Ryan heard grunts coming from his own mouth. Awkward at first, it was beginning to feel natural; the way he bucked his hips slightly after each thrust, the way she clutched the fur on his back, the way he cupper her head to bring them closer together.

He didn't know how long it lasted. It could have been two minutes, or five, or ten. However long it was, Sarah reached her climax first. She let out a joyful caw and ground her hips into his. The sudden tightening inside pushed Ryan over the edge seconds later, and he felt himself release deep into her. He gasped as several waves pulsed through his cock, and the wave of pleasure ran up his spine. The clutched each other tight, and he breathed in her scent once more while his hips rocked themselves in the aftermath.

It was after this had finished that he rolled off of her, and collapsed beside her on the bed. For some time, the two of them lay there, listening to one another breathe, until eventually Ryan looked over to Sarah and smiled.

"Was that... was that good for you?" he panted.

"Excellent," Sarah responded, before turning around with a glint in her eye, "but the next part will be even better."

Ryan had barely opened his mouth to reply when Sarah opened her beak wide and lunged forward. Before he could react, Ryan found himself engulfed up to his shoulders in Sarah's wide beak, squashing his face against the moist back of her throat. There was a moment where, if he had struggled violently enough, he may just have escaped Sarah's grasp. Unfortunately for Ryan, his body had responded to the situation by freezing completely, and by the time he started to move, his face was already sinking into the wet tunnel of Sarah's gullet.

"Sar-" was all he managed to squeak before his mouth was clamped shut by the soaking walls of muscle around him.

Ryan's mind raced. She was actually doing it. She was actually going to eat him. His friend, his girlfriend, was going to swallow him alive, seemingly just for the fun of it. His arms flailed wildly, and eventually found purchase on Sarah's beak, where he set about pushing with all of his might.

It didn't help. Sarah was stronger than he was. She always had been.

After a brief struggle, Sarah lunged forwards, and Ryan found his head forced deep into her tight throat, which expanded just enough to accept his form, though he could feel the pressure pulling him inescapably downwards. Her saliva was drenching his body, and her tongue was working along the underside of his stomach.

She thinks I'm tasty, he found himself thinking, one of the only coherent thoughts in his panicking brain. This was shortly followed by another, even more horrific realisation.

She thinks I'm food!

He whined, the only sound he was able to produce with his muzzle sealed shut half-way down Sarah's gullet. The sound echoed around his head, and he became intensely aware of how pathetic he sounded, and, to his own surprise, found himself growing painfully embarrassed about the fact that he was going to die naked. Without thinking, he clamped his legs together as they were lifted from the bed, in some vain attempt at preserving his modesty. Whether it was this that Sarah responded to, or his whine, or neither, Ryan heard a throaty chuckle reverberate up the slick tube he was descending into. His soaked face grew hot with shame.

Sarah gulped, and Ryan suddenly felt himself sink deeper into her throat. His shoulders were following him now, and as he lost his feeble grip on her beak his whole upper-body slipped to the back of her mouth. Only his hands, legs and tail remained on the outside.

This is a joke! He thought, desperately, this has to be some sort of joke! I've done everything for her! I've done everything with her! She can't end it like this!

That was when he felt his legs lift clear off of the bed. Sarah was raising her head back to slide him down her throat, just like she ate her school lunches. Gravity was going to send him right down to her stomach. As he lurched downwards, he felt his arms become trapped by his side in the squeezing tunnel of her gullet. What was more, he felt a draft on his lower body, as his tail draped down across Sarah's face and his backside was presented to the room.

Then, out of nowhere, he felt a feathered hand grasp his ankle. He stopped sliding. The hand held firm.

Oh please! Ryan begged silently, please let her pull me out! Please let this have been a joke! I'll do anything! I'll do anything for it to be a joke!

For what felt like the longest moment, nothing happened. Ryan was in stasis. He wasn't sinking any lower down Sarah's throat, though he could feel the wet tunnel tugging at his muzzle, and he wasn't being pulled out the other way either. He was simply being held in place by the hand on his -

Then he felt her other hand. Sarah had grabbed onto his crotch and was gently squeezing and prodding and feeling it, only to follow the action with another low chuckle. The sensation sent a shiver down Ryan's spine, and he felt his face burn with embarrassment. This was why she had stopped him, he realised. To have one final feel of her first conquest.

Sure enough, when she had grabbed her fill, both hands suddenly released, and Ryan slid down until his waist had passed through the back of her mouth. Now that he was drenched in saliva, there was almost no resistance, and though he grabbed around blindly for something to hold on to, all he felt was a slick, warm wall of flesh.

It was not long before Ryan felt the pressure on his head let off slightly, and he found himself suddenly able to open his mouth. The stomach, he realised. He gulped down the stale air with a mad desperation, while above him, he felt Sarah's beak finally close. Before he could say a word, one final, loud gulp sent the rest of his body plummeting down to meet him, and he was crushed into a tight, squeezing ball, feeling the dripping, pulsating stomach walls pressing into all sides of his naked body. His knees were forced under his chin, and his arms were trapped ineffectually by his side. He writhed slightly, desperate for any kind of escape, but he could barely string together a coherent thought of what to do next. When he felt Sarah's stomach liquids churning all around him, he let out a sad, quiet whimper.

Outside, on her bed, Sarah gave a contented sigh, and rested her head on her still-struggling stomach. Nestling it down comfortably, she opened a single eye to watch the visible bulges that Ryan made as they wriggled and writhed beneath her skin.

She smiled to herself.

"Told you," Sarah whispered happily.