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Talking a long, solitary walk in nature had inspired great artists, authors, and poets. Keedee was no exception. She wasn't exactly an artist, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but that didn't mean she wasn't full of ideas. It was during an extended stroll with her twin that a new idea struck her. One that she immediately knew was going to stick in her mind until she did something about it.

It came when she was startled by the sight of a lone mouse scurrying through the grass, only to be dramatically plucked right up into the air by the talons of a swooping hawk. The hyena herself gave a startled little yip when she saw it happen, watching the unlucky rodent being carried off into the sky and vanish. She listened to its frightened squeaks fading into the distance.

Most people, ordinary people, might have considered it a striking display of the laws of nature. Maybe considered themselves lucky to bear witness to such a rare sight. What they definitely wouldn't have done is found found themselves turned on by a predator catching its prey. But Keedee was an unusual hyena, to say the least. A little dip into the zebra side of her gene pool, and she had found herself blessed or cursed with a very confused mishmash of fight or flight instincts. In simpler terms: seeing something that scared her a little had a good tendency to turn her on. Not matter how weird that might have been.

It wasn't because she thought the idea of a mouse getting eaten was hot. Rather, her wild imagination just started to run with it, making her instead picture herself in such a position. Snapped up and carried off by a bird so very much bigger than her. Taken away to be devoured. Possibly whole. It was all such an intense fantasy that she ended up rooted to the ground for a while, just staring off into the patch of sky the bird had vanished into, completely lost in thought. Her twin brother took notice and just chuckled softly, not quite breaking into a full hyena giggle.

"Something catch your eye, sis?" he teased, knowing full well what she was thinking. He'd seen that look on her face plenty of times before.

Kee was briefly dumbfounded, lost in the scene running through her head. She eventually snapped out of it when her brother prodded her on the shoulder.

"Wuh?"

"You were doing the face."

She stuck out her tongue. "Was not."

"Uh huh." He flashed her a big grin. "Just tell me what's on your mind."

She bit her lip, and looked away for a moment, her tail faintly swishing. Then she shot him an intense look, unable to let the thoughts leave her mind. She was fixated on a new idea, a new fantasy, and she wasn't going to be able to stand or sit still until she made it come true. Or at least did something about it. So she just hit him with an abrupt question.

"... Do you know any huge birds?"

He blinked. That would have been an odd thing to ask for anyone but her. So he just shrugged. "How huge are we talking, exactly?"

She spread her arms out as wide as she could make them. And when that wasn't adequate, she just emphasized it as much as she could. "Big."

Kamili nodded. He knew she was turned on, but he was flipping through his phone like it were some kind of business transaction. Totally casual. She needed help when she was this worked up. It was practically a medical condition. But a fun one.

"Okay, sure, but do you mean a beefy bird dude? A chubby lady?" He was already hovering his thumb over a few names that fit those descriptions.

Kee just shook her head. "No. Big! Bigger than me. Like ... they could hold me in their hand. Or their feet, maybe."

Kamili hit back on his phone, returning to the main contact list. "Oh, hm. I don't know a lot of giant birds, exactly. Unless..."

She leaned in so close she almost headbutted him in her haste. "Unless what?"

"Well, there's a guy." He continued tapping through his contacts until he laid eyes on a shiny raven beak." I don't know him that well. But I'm pretty sure he can grow. Or shrink others."

Kee just threw her arms wide again, looking like she were about to pounce her twin. "Well don't stand there! Hook me up!"

He knew better by then than to question her. She was in a mood. So he just hit a few more buttons, and got the process started. An hour or two later, he was back home, and instead, Keedee was sitting on a stump, looking up and down over the sleek feathers of a bird she had never met before. But he was big, shone nicely in the light, and looked smooth enough that she kept catching herself subconsciously reaching out to stroke him, batting her own arm back down. As lean and petite as she was, she wasn't really much for subtlety.

Rocking back and forth, she kicked her legs up in the air, already restless. It wasn't that she didn't think he could give her a good time. But she compared the fierceness she saw coming from that hawk, that merciless, predatory focus to the friendly bird before her, and she just wasn't sure. Not that she wasn't incredibly worked up anyway. Enough that she could hardly actually speak normally.

"So, um... right! Names! I'm already going on about what turns me on and I haven't even introduced myself yet!" She spoke extra quickly, practically talking over herself.

The raven chuckled and gave a soft caw. "Well, I know you by now, Keedee. Kamili's told me all about you."

"All about me?" She broke out in a broad grin.

"Well, maybe not everything." He gave a clack of his beak. "Just that you are a sweet hyena with a very intense sense of desires."

She giggled. "I bet he didn't put it like that though."

That made him grin. "Not exactly. I think he called you a horny bitch. I hope you don't mind."

She waved a hand. "Oh, that's a compliment, between us!"

"I figured! But it's good to meet you, horny or not. My name's Quoth." He bowed his head briefly.

"Oh that is cuuute!" She wiggled a little. Her initial doubts were fading away in favour of just feeling affectionate towards the friendly bird. Even if he wasn't a vicious predator, she was still going to have a good time getting gobbled up by him.

Assuming, of course, he was able. He was only a little taller than her, at the moment. As far as she had seen so far he hadn't shown off any particular ability to grow or change himself. She was lean and could slide down most gullets pretty easily, but she wasn't sure how flexible a beak could be. She hoped she wasn't asking too much, especially of a stranger. Meeting her in full-on thirst mode was always such a strange first impression, she realized. She risked freaking out someone who could have been a friend with her overbearing needs and desires. But the floodgates were already open, so to speak.

She must have been doing a poor job of hiding her feelings of guilt, because he came a little closer and tipped his head curiously. "Is something the matter?"

She shook her head. "Oh, it's just, I don't..." She sighed with a huff. "When I get all worked up like this, stuck on a single idea, it's really hard for me to get over it. And I'm probably really annoying to deal with when I'm like this."

Quoth just swiftly shook his head. "Not at all. I didn't want to come on too strong, myself. But I do want to know all the details. Something about a ... hawk? In truth it was pretty vague over texts but I was interested in meeting you either way."

That seemed to cheer her up. And she still wasn't any less horny through it all, even if she was feeling bad about it. Just keeping it relatively concealed for the time being. As subtle as someone like her could possibly be. "Oh, you don't ever have to worry about coming on too strong with me."

"That's good to know." The raven gave a smirk.

"And it was sort of like that - um." She realized how weird it would have seemed to explain what put the idea in her head to a stranger. So she glossed over that. "I was just thinking about how intense it would be to be, like, snatched up by a bird. Like a mouse, or something."

He scritched beneath his beak. "A hyena's a lot bigger than a mouse. Even if you are a small one."

"Yeah, I was wondering about that. I think Kamili said something about..."

Quoth cut her off by snapping his fingers. She didn't feel anything at first, aside from a shift in the air. She felt a little more exposed, somehow. And then she was falling. Plummeting through the air towards the ground for just a moment. He caught her in one of his hands, wrapping his fingers all around her entire body. It was immensely disorienting for her at first, but it soon became apparent what was happening. She didn't think shrinking could happen that fast.

"About?" he innocently asked, picking right up where she left off as he gazed down at her captive form.

She squirmed. Not because she wanted to get away. The ground was much too far away to want to slip out of his grip, for one. But it also just felt good to be held. To be so much smaller than him. To feel his scaled digits pressed into her bare fur, now that she'd been instantly shrunken right out of her clothes. He felt strong, but he treated her with the kind of gentle care that reassured her. He'd done this before.

When she spoke, her voice sounded a little higher. "Wow!"

She only got out a single word before breaking into a giggle. And then hearing the altered pitch of her own laugh made her break into full hyena hysterics for several seconds, cackling almost violently until tears were running from her tiny eyes. She was writhing there in her grip, finally having to stop because her sides were aching, and she could barely breathe. Gasping, she flailed around a bit, patting her palms over one of his fingers as he clutched her, smiling at the loony display.

"You are a very silly hyena," he mused.

"Comes with the territory!"

He tapped his beak again. "Now, I do believe you were telling me all about your fantasies. Something about being snatched up like a mouse?"

"Y-yeah." Something about the gleam in his eyes made her all stammery. As well as wet. Powerfully so. She was the kind of horny that meant she couldn't' even keep her legs still, kicking out, curling her toes, gritting her teeth all the while.

"Of course, it would be pretty boring if we considered this the end of the hunt already. As easy as it would be to just bring you up..." He lifted her a little higher, drawing his tongue along the edges of his beak, giving it a distinct spit-shine. "And gulp you down in a single go."

With that, he began opening up his jaws wider, giving her a good look at the depth of his gullet gaping there before her eyes. She couldn't do much about it, simply basking in the heat of his sweet breath, feeling herself slowing giving over to those urges in her mind that told her to submit. When a predator wanted her, she couldn't help herself. Her mind might have been sparking with all kinds of alerts and signals that told her to flee, but when she peered into the drool-laden confines of a set of open jaws, it was just like she had found her calling. Nearly a narcotic feeling for her, to simply be in someone else's hands - literally in this case - and know that he could eat her on a whim any time he liked.

Seeing how well the sight was being received, Quoth put on a little show for her. Just a bit of showing off, drawing his tongue all over the details of his beak, inside and out. He let his saliva flow thick, and swallowed it down a few times, letting the sound echo out in Kee's face. And when that wasn't enough to tease her, he brought her even closer, loosening his grip on her as she dangled over his open jaws. One slip, and she would have tumbled right down towards his throat. It even made her stop squirming, for a few moments at least. It was impossible for her to keep still for long when she was that worked up.

Having her close like that, he couldn't help but catch the sweetness of her scent. She smelled like she'd been rolling around in chocolate chip cookie dough. Maybe she had been. Who knew with hyenas! Either way, it all but compelled him to give her a lick. As much as he knew he shouldn't, lest he get too caught up in her flavour to keep from just eating her on the spot. He brought her in, and instead of slurping her himself, he just mashed her over his tongue, letting her get slathered from head to toe. As thoroughly as he could manage, dragging back and forth until she was absolutely laden with his saliva. It was hard to keep from drooling on the giggly little dessert.

Once he'd utterly soaked her front side, he just turned her right over in his hand and got a good slurp over her back as well. He soaked her hair, he massaged at her back, he played with her tail and her feet. And then he just let her sit there a while, tipping his head back ever so slowly, holding her more loosely by the second until he was only faintly grasping at one of her ankles. Gravity had her sliding back towards the undulations of his gullet, making her yip and wiggle in a silly, inefficient manner as she was left to wonder if he was really going to do it or not.

His throat was working so firmly, so eager to swallow her down that there really would have been no spitting her out once he started. She was sliding down, inching towards it until he finally tipped his head forward again. She waved her arms about, looking for something to grasp onto as she rode his tongue right down and out into his palm again, spattering there, soaked in his saliva. She gave a shake of her head, adjusted her hair a little, but it was a lost cause. Her fur was fluffed right up where it wasn't simply matted down with wetness, and she was still snickering as loudly ever.

"How do I taste?" she said brightly, her voice a little shaky.

"Delicious. No, that's too simple a word. Scrumptious." He nodded sagely.

"Ooh! I like that one. So, you're... you're into the whole eating thing, then? Obviously! I just worry." She shrugged. "I'm so weird and kinky. I'm so much to deal with sometimes."

"You don't look like a lot to deal with right now. Quite a little to deal with actually." He kept her in his palm, carefully balancing her, while stroking at her shoulders and spine with one of his fingers.

"That's not what I mean!"

He just shook his head. "Don't you worry about it. I think you're a lot of fun. And if I'm interpreting what you said correctly, I think you'd be pretty excited if I just... let you go, for a while. A head start, if you will."

She perked visibly, her ears standing right up like satellite dishes. "You mean, like a chase?"

"Oh, you won't be able to run once I find you." He cawed brightly. "But before that, it's only fair I give you the chance to hide! Then you can see exactly how it feels to be hunted down by a keen-eyed bird of prey. How does that sound?"

He tipped his head at her, wearing a playful smirk. His words made it sound like it was just a casual idea, but he clearly knew full well just how much it was ruining her just to say it. She was so worked up she was fighting down the urge to just start fingering herself right there in front of him. Soaking wet, and certainly not just from his saliva. That was going to make her easy to track. So were her constant yips of excitement, those barely-suppressed cackles. She wondered if she was even going to be able to walk straight when he set her down, or if she'd just collapse under the weight of her own anticipation and arousal.

"Nnnf. And then - and then what will you do to me?" she shakily asked.

"I think that's clear. You'll be a raven's prey." He gave her another caw. Deeper, this time. There was something sultry, maybe even dangerous about it. Or maybe she was reading into it. "As for the details, you will just have to find out. One thing's for certain: you will not be able to hide for long."

With that, he set her back down, crouching to the dirt and letting her hop out of his palm herself. She gazed up at him, staggering at first, but finding her footing eventually. Her voice came softly, almost inaudible.

"How long are you going to give me?"

"That would spoil the surprise. But I've already started counting. I think you had better make the most of your time."

She yipped again, and instantly turned tail to dash off. Though she couldn't help but look back over her shoulder at him as she blindly ran through blades of grass as tall as she was. When she first met him, he seemed cute, friendly. The kind of person she wasn't sure shared the same kind of interest in her own kinky thoughts. But looking at him from that shrunken perspective, he was like a different person entirely. Regal, elegant, and even a little scary. A towering predator. One she knew she couldn't outrun. The only option was to get out of sight, and find some place she might blend in.

Before she could get too far, she was treated to the sight of him stretching out his majestic wings, and taking to the skies. A single flap of those many feathers produced a loud ruffle of feathers, and send a wave of air that reached all the way to the hyena. And then he was gone. Vanished into the air beyond the range of her own vision. He was surely watching her from above already, so she did her best to be tricky. She weaved in and out of the trees, hoping her spotted fur might blend in with the bark. She kept low and ruffled through fallen leaves, alternating between sneaking and sprinting, trying to remain unpredictable. Though in her smaller state, she couldn't cover much distance very quickly.

Eventually she came across a pile of leaves that had fallen some time ago, leaving them dry and crumbly. More importantly, their autumn-like tones pretty closely matched her own fur. So she launched herself into them, burying herself deep and shifting around until she was fairly certain she was hidden as best as she could be. Her legs were getting tired anyway. That was enough running. All she could do was lie there and remain as still as possible, keeping one hand firmly clasped over her own mouth to at least muffle the tiny laughter that was slipping out now and then.

More concerning than the sound was the slight shaking each convulsive laugh was causing, shifting her cover back and forth above her. It wasn't much movement, but she was pretty certain he was using his vision over any other senses to hunt her down. At least, that's what a hawk probably would have done. He was a raven, which wasn't quite the same, but if she had any doubts she needed only think back to the sight of him lifting off, and remember that briefly-glimpsed look on his face. He was a hunter, through and through, and she was weak and helpless prey shaking with anticipation. Maybe even a little nervousness too. She'd never been eaten by a bird before. Gryphons maybe, but that was probably different.

Every muscle in her body was tense, trying her very hardest not to move too much. It was exhausting. She had already given up hope on remaining perfectly still, settling instead on just minimizing her own shakes. She didn't dare look up, and was even breathing in shallow breaths to keep up her concealment. There was no sound but for the natural calls and buzzes of the woods, everything made a little louder, a little more intimidating by how much bigger it all sounded. It occurred to her that something else might well come along and find her first. There were plenty of predators in the woods, and few of them would pass up an opportunity to snap up an easy meal in the form of a silly hyena who thought she was hiding. But surely Quoth was going to swoop down on her at any moment.

That tense apprehension made mere seconds almost unbearable. She knew it couldn't have been hard for him to find her. There was no way her meagre hiding spot had actually fooled him. But as the seconds turned to actual minutes, she was finding herself even more tense. Maybe he had swooped off in a different direction entirely, and her diversion tactics had actually proved successful. Or maybe he wasn't even hunting her, just letting her get lost in the woods in her shrunken form. She had no idea how to grow back to regular size herself - she had pretty much placed all of her trust in his hands, she realized. Which was something she was pretty quick to do at the best of times, really.

Another minute. Then another. She couldn't hold still forever. Her own cackles were building up in her chest, like a volcano of hysterics ready to erupt. He was taking his sweet time. And there wasn't a single sign of him, that she could tell anyway. She couldn't hear him, and her keen nose didn't catch wind of his scent either. There was only forest. Grass, dirt, and dead leaves. She felt so strangely alone. The silence was unbearable. She was horny, soaking, clenching, like she might just orgasm by accident at any moment. And he was nowhere to be seen. Not that she could see much from her hiding spot.

She couldn't stand it. The waiting. The anticipation. The basking in the juices of her own dripping arousal. She needed something to happen. So she couldn't hide any longer. She wasn't a cat! Sneaking was overrated. She'd caught her breath by then, and so she was ready for another run. Slowly at first, then more confidently, she peeked out of the leaves, and began to rise from the pile she'd buried herself beneath. When nothing happened, she cautiously stepped out into the open grass, gazing up into the sky above. She didn't see him. But she could feel him watching her. She was pretty sure it wasn't just her imagination.

A few more steps, and she just couldn't shake that feeling. He could definitely see her. But as much as she scanned the sky, she caught no hint of him being there. Where she originally intended to run out across the clearing, she could only creep. Sneaking along silently, her tail twitching, the occasional whoop or chuckle escaping her lips. Not quite whooping, but unable to keep silent. He had to know where she was by then. She was making it too easy. But he was doing such a fine job staying hidden.

Until she heard a flap of wings, and a rustling of leaves. The entire forest seemed to shift all at once, the branches all spreading out at once to reveal the hidden form of the massive-to-her raven crouching there upon a branch. And he was looking right at her. His wings were spread wide, looking like the could envelop the entire world. But he didn't spare much for theatrics. One swift caw, and he was swooping down right towards her. The grass was laid flat by the force of his wings cutting through the air towards her while she cackled and sprinted for cover.

She didn't get far. He moved so quickly, she barely even got to see him approaching. It was less than a second that she saw him on there on the branch, and the next he was snapping her right up. Not with his beak, or even with his hands. Instead, she found herself solidly clamped there in his toes, feeling his talons pressing dangerously in against her soft form as he snatched her into the air. And then higher, as he gave a whip of his wings and took off once more, this time with her in his clutches. She didn't even cackle as she watched the trees growing rapidly distant, a mere green blur far below as they ascended together. She just outright screamed, a mix of delight and sheer terror as she stared down mostly unblinking at the vanishing ground below.

When they were up high enough that the air turned cold, Quoth finally stopped ascending. She never knew ravens to enjoy such heights, but he flapped his wings slowly, effortlessly, keeping them right where they were as she dangled there in his grasp. He squeezed her a few times, just kneading her between his toes, but he couldn't do much teasing from such a position. So he simply gave a kick of his leg and let go, flinging her up in the air. She couldn't even scream as she went sailing up into the air, flailing all the while, her breath catching in her throat.

Just as her momentum gave out, and she experienced the paralyzing feeling of gravity taking over, he grabbed her out of the air. His coordination was perfect, but even just that brief moment of wondering, of feeling like she was about to plummet all the way back to the ground below left her nearly catatonic for a few seconds. She just started, her expression frozen as she gazed up at him, and then she passed right out, going limp in his grasp for a short time. When she awoke, she blinked away her disorientation and writhed weakly.

Quoth didn't speak, instead just gripping her tightly, playing his talons over her fur. Even his expression was different. Where before he'd been so soft and friendly, now he looked like a fearsome predator. She half wondered if he'd gone and gathered his older, scarier brother to come take his place or something like that. He was already gripping her hard enough that it was hard to breathe, something which wasn't helped by the elevation. She bit her lip, squirmed a little, but she knew he had her. Even if she could somehow wriggle free, which wasn't looking likely, she had nowhere to go but down.

Not that she didn't squirm. Instinct just took over. Plus, it was fun! Something about trying her very hardest to resist someone, only to be easily overpowered just sent a jolt of pleasure right between her thighs. She was aroused to the point she couldn't even tell if she'd climaxed or not yet. The soaking mess running down her legs was enough that it seemed she probably had, but it hadn't lessened her desire any. More than desire - it was an utter need, an absolute necessity as real as breathing air. She needed to get eaten or she was never going to be able to settle down again. Especially after he'd already brought her to such heights of lust there just below the clouds.

Though he still toyed with her for a while. Rubbing her, groping up and down her shrunken form, examining her up and down. His talons did such a fine job scritching at her fur, to the point she almost forgot to struggle. Until he just released his grip again and tossed her, catching her in his other hand, face-down. She blurted out with some whoops and hollers, all of it sounding quite silly even though any hyena in earshot would have recognized it as serious alarm. Practically screaming for help, but only because she was enjoying herself so much.

Staying in the air seemed so effortless for him. He was slowly, almost lazily flapping his wings, but they never seemed to descend. That took that worry out of her mind, at least. She could focus on his looming beak rather than on the massive drop below. He was bringing her towards his mouth, but slowly, probably enjoying just how ridiculous she looked when she was getting nearly destroyed by anticipation. He didn't even have to hold onto her anymore. Opening his palm, he left her sprawled there, rolling about, practically having a seizure as she giggled her way towards his tongue.

Once in range, he pushed her firmly into his slurper, mashing her face-first against it and simply smothering her there a few seconds. She felt his saliva production kick into higher gear instantly. She even heard it, slurking and splurching all down around her, soaking her further. Just as she had begun to dry. His maw was a welcome touch of warmth to contrast the chilly air around them, leaving her lower half outright shivering once the rest of her got used to the heat. She wasn't cold for long, as he forcefully stuffed the rest of her right into his beak with two fingers pressing on her soles. He didn't need to be so pushy, but she appreciated it anyway. He was doing a fine job making her feel like prey.

Not that prey couldn't get pleasured. There was far too much flavour for him to resist licking her between the thighs, making her jump as her puffed, sensitive lips got slathered by his tongue. Maybe he didn't have the same sort of sloppiness a canine tongue might have, or the rough texture of a feline's, but his had strength. He could press so firmly, nearly penetrating right inside of her as he massaged her soaked pussy up and down, rubbing from belly to thighs and not sparing a single detail in between. Even with the size difference between the two of them, her entire body smaller than just his tongue, she could feel the tingles that came with him grinding against her clit, sending her surging with pleasure. Her whole body went suddenly rigid as if she'd suddenly turned into a statue, and she just shut her eyes tight, whooping out with her loudest of cackles, nearly deafening as they echoed around the slick confines of the raven's beak. It had only been a few seconds of enduring that devastating pleasure, but that was more than enough to make her cum.

And did she ever. She actually felt him briefly pause once she gushed all over his tongue, perhaps surprised by just how copious it was. If she were make, it would have been an excessive mess. For a female, the sheer volume she sent squirting out all over Quoth's powerful tongue was simply obscene. She was rocking, shaking, even beating her fists against the fleshy surface beneath her as she gushed for him, giving him a hot taste of her lust, steaming his maw right up with the scent of horny, briefly satisfied hyena. But even with that orgasm rattling through her body, making her kick and twitch like she were being electrocuted, she was hardly any less aroused by the time it died down. Though she was nicely drained.

Slumping down, she seemed perhaps to faint for a while again. Or maybe she was just basking in the afterglow, her body nearly paralyzed with satisfaction, limply sprawled there in Quoth's mouth as he sucked on her and swallowed down her offering of juices. He'd drained her, pleasured her, finally made good on all that buildup and teasing to annihilated her with a climax she had so badly needed. But he was far from done with her. And he sought to prove it before she got too relaxed, suddenly clamping his beak down with a firm clack that barely missed her twitching tail, slurping her in deeper and surrounding her in humid darkness as he breathed a little more hotly in her face just in thinking about swallowing her.

It would have been so easy. One simple gulp like swallowing a mouthful of water. Effortless. But she had such a rich flavour, he didn't want to part with it just yet. He needed that tasty dessert-hyena taste smeared all over every inch of his palette, and he went about making that happen with some nimble applications of his tongue. It pressed her to one side of his beak, and then the other. Throwing her around, squishing her against the corners and details of his maw. It might not have been full of fangs, but that just meant he could be even rougher with her, tossing her all about and taking control while he sucked down throatfuls of his own saliva, seasoned with all the flavour he was squeezing right out of her. Practically juicing her.

He didn't rush towards eating her, taking his time with stealing her taste until she was more drool than hyena. Only then did he relent. She flopped down atop his tongue as he relaxed it, leaving her bathing there in his saliva, and her own juices. She was pretty sure she came again, but the whole thing was so pleasurable that climax was hard to pick out of all the sensations. Either way, her heart was throbbing, her breath was rapid, and her sex was drooling as it clenched with delight to be treated so possessively. He really did have it in him.

That brief reprieve was jarringly interrupted when he gave a sudden whip of his head. That tossed her up again, soaring up towards the roof of his mouth, splatting there and coming back down. Then she was sliding, uncontrollably rushing towards his gullet until it finally got its first hold of her. Just her outstretched hands for the moment, but that was enough. She officially wasn't getting away. He tipped his beak back to horizontal, not wanting to finish her off too quickly. Instead of using gravity, he simply began to swallow, using the muscular strength of his gullet to start dragging her down, inch by inch.

Of course she resisted. She wanted to be inside of him, but she wanted to know at every moment that he had beaten her. Not just eaten her because she wanted him to. And the feeling of his gulps overpowering her was enough to send her nearly peaking all over again. Being dragged forward over his tongue, her clit grinding all the way along certainly helped too. She ended up kicking out wildly, ceaselessly, thumping her paws against the inside of his beak while she screamed out in bliss. A shrill, piercing hyena noise among many others, one that actually left her own ears ringing in that confined space. And then it was muffled in his gullet as it overtook her face, smothering her in dark, constricting flesh as she squirted a puddle of hyena juices all over herself and his tongue alike. Erupting just as powerfully as before, her body slumping and twitching as her climax overpowered her and left her nearly numb for a good while.

It was tempting to merely stay like that. Slumped down, sprawled there, being dragged into his gullet. The overpowering sound of gulping coming at her from all sides, and the feeling his his powerful throat massaging its way along her shoulders, and then to her breasts, that only added to the feeling. But there was no way she was going to stop acting like prey. She just put the thought in her head that this was mortal danger, that she was just some innocent preything that totally wasn't into this at all, and certainly had never done this before. That this was her end - even when they both knew it wasn't.

That was enough to get her back into the role, kicking and whooping, doing her very best impression of a terrified meal being swallowed whole. Though her focus was tested when she felt her sex being clamped down upon by his strong swallows, replacing the slurping massage with simply constant, kneading pressure. Maybe she wasn't quite done having orgasms after all, she thought as she felt her sex contracting all over again, heating up despite her current state of hypersensitivity making her flinch.

There wasn't much time left for her to consider it any further. Once her broad hips were over the crest of the back of his tongue, her momentum shifted. There was more of her sliding down his throat than there was outside of it, and the weight of her own body ended up dragging her legs inside much more rapidly than the rest of her. Quoth made sure to slow her descent, squishing her feet up against the roof of his mouth, letting them slide and drag along there on their way back down. When just her feet were left outside his gullet, he held on tight, squeezing, tasting, working his throat all around her, as if to drag her out of his own grip. And when she popped free, nosediving down into the humid confines of the raven, she gave one last little whoop before just moaning out.

Being swallowed was always such a rush. The constriction, the feeling of falling, the waterfall of saliva all around her. All the thrills of a waterslide, but with so much more intimacy. She'd only just gotten to know Quoth, but she was already exploring his insides. Feeling them compressing all around her naked, slathered body as she descended towards his belly. She wondered if his insides might be different from other people she'd been eaten by. It was impossible to tell in the darkness, and she just slid deeper, deeper, listening to his beating heart pass her by, and the first gurgles of his gut below calling to her. She wanted it. Wanted to be inside him, to gurgle and and churn and digest. To become his meal and fuel his very body. A raven's dinner.

Needless to say, she was worked up as ever, though she was actually shying away from any further stimulation. She kept her knees bent, trying not to let her sex grind on the flesh of his gullet all the way down. As unfathomable as it was for her, she was almost sore with how many times he'd made her climax on the way down. She just curled her toes, closed her eyes, and focused more on the relaxing, massage-like treatment instead of the sexy side of being gulped. Though those noisy glurks that came with his throat working over were still making her tingle. So too was the rising noise of his gut gurgling in anticipation of claiming her, leaving her curling up tighter and tighter, practically curling up into a ball by the time she hit that firm stomach sphincter.

It hardly halted her for a second. She'd built up far too much momentum sliding down towards it. That left her sliding right into his humid belly, instantly hit with the sauna-like conditions steaming all over her fur. She'd been in plenty of stomachs before, and they always varied. Some were sloppy and kind of gross, others were relatively pristine. Quoth's had to be one of the most pleasant she'd ever had the pleasure of occupying. Aside from a faint acidity to the air, it was surprisingly sweet-smelling, comfortable, and not too hot. There were a few scattered bits of what felt like grass nestled at the bottom, and as she splashed down into the shallow fluids accumulated there, she realized instead they were a bundle of fragrant herbs. They were steeping there in his stomach acids like a fine tea, cutting through the digestives scents and replacing them with something soothing and fragrant. He must have done that just for her!

As much as she wanted to keep struggling, to keep fighting with him like prey ought to, she was exhausted. She'd done this kind of thing plenty of times before, but it was always such an intense, emotional experience. Especially this one. Getting swallowed by a relative stranger, hunted down and pulled into the sky like that. Getting her own fear so expertly toyed with. And of course, all those orgasms she'd pretty much been forced to have on the way inside. It took a whole lot out of her, leaving her sleepily snickering, just a faint little noise to contrast the cacophony of earlier. She got herself comfy, and dipped her head down, just relaxing, but not nodding off.

Quoth let out a contented caw, one that she felt echoing down through his body to make it sound so much more booming. He could sense the shift in energy, how she changed from struggling prey to simply happy little consumable hyena, and he was happy to calm his approach as well. Kneading inwards on his belly, he could only barely perceive here there beneath the layers. She was a big meal, no doubt. Still a dozen pounds or so in her shrunken form. But not enough to weigh him down, or stretch out his belly. She simply vanished there beneath his abdominal muscles, noisily simmering in his juices.

"Gotcha," he simply said, by means of officially ending their little predatory roleplay.

"Mmmm," she moaned back before gathering her words. "Did you ever."

She felt gravity shifting beneath her, enough that she got her nearly meditative state broken as she got thrown around inside his gut some. It was hard to tell what exactly he was doing, but he was clearly moving through the air. Whether they were descending, or somehow going even higher, she didn't know. All was dark and heated, and she couldn't hear a single thing from the outside. Simply the rising gurgles of his belly stirring to life, sensing meat, and preparing to work over her.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself?" he asked her, as if she hadn't made that evident already.

"Yes. Yes I did." She giggled loudly. "You make such a good vicious predator! I, um. I passed out for a little bit there didn't I?"

He chuckled back. Her laughter was hard to resist. That sound rumbled all around her, feeling like an earthquake as she sloshed and bounced about in the bottom of his belly. "You did! I was actually worried. But I probably would have just eaten you anyway if you didn't wake up."

She grinned. And she couldn't help but indulging with a self-serving question. "How did I taste?"

"Exquisite. Ravishing. Or - what as it? Ah, yes. Scrumptious. Better than I even expected." He said that with particularly wet emphasis, loudly licking over the edges of his beak afterwards, letting her hear all the drool schlicking there, flinging off in all directions. "I am going to have to eat more of your species if that's what you all taste like."

"I'm the tastiest hyena! I have a trophy. Or something."

They had previously ascended nearly a full mile, but in just their brief conversation he'd already made his way back down to the forest from which he'd plucked her. He got himself comfortably perched on a particularly sturdy branch and then gave her a notably sultry caw.

"You do know, of course, what happens now."

Though she was well-subdued, just hearing that was making her tingle again, even entertain thoughts of going for one last squirt before his belly took charge. "Oh, I do. Buuut. Maybe I want to hear you say it anyway."

Quoth licked his beak. In a way he wished he could suck on it. There was still that tasty hyena flavour lingering there. "Very well. I'm not letting you back out, you know. So you're going to digest for me. Going to melt down and become part of me. Fuel my body. Maybe you'll make my feathers a little shinier, who knows?"

Her response was some delighted squirming. It hadn't really started yet, but every sound his belly made was getting her worked up again. No matter how much her body told her to just settle down and relax already, her elation was like an infinite source of energy. She kicked about, splashing in the fluids. A few more sensitive parts of her were slightly tingly, but none of it was uncomfortable. Maybe a little ticklish.

"Your belly is so gentle!" she happily declared.

"I hope so! This shouldn't be at all unpleasant for you. Especially if you've done this before." He patted his middle a few times, sending some bass-heavy thuds in Kee's direction. They echoed off the fleshy chambers around her, making it sound like they were getting faster until they just faded entirely. Quoth went on.

"I'd tell you to relax, but I don't think you're actually capable of doing that."

Keedee chuckled mildly. "I'm not always like this! Getting eaten just makes me wild. Or being teased about getting eaten. Or just generally thinking about it. You know. Regular normal people stuff."

"Well, if you're excited by digestion, then you'll have a lot to enjoy any minute now."

Quoth began to knead his gut, feeling the movement within. Though she still wasn't visible, hidden there beneath his feathers and muscle, sloshing away. His rubbing helped stir his stomach activity up, bringing a quiet, modest belch from his beak and reminding him again of just how good she tasted. He was going to remember that flavour. And probably need more of it once she was back. But in the meantime, it was going to feel incredible to render down that tiny ball of spotted glee until she finally went silent.

Those cackles were becoming almost constant as things got noisier around her. At first it was just the gentle jostling of liquid back and forth with his every movement. But the walls were closing in, literally. Starting to squeeze, to make the chamber tighter. She still had plenty of breathing room, but the tighter space meant she had to stand up to keep her head above the surface as those fluids began to bubble and roil. Like a slow boil, though she wasn't even very hot. His insides were cooler than others she'd visited, and it was more like a soothing sauna than anything. Maybe even as good a massage as his throat had been.

Even when she was actively digesting, she could hardly tell. She felt something, certainly. Tingling at first, but it was more than just that. More like something tugging, or grasping at her fur. Making it feel like her coat was simply growing thinner. Smooth bits of her skin itched a bit at first, but after they were stripped bare, she instead found herself feeling rather soothed instead. Like she were being given a good rubdown, or a washing, leaving her silky-smooth even as her fur tumble out in great wet clumps to gather up around her feet, or float to the top of the rising fluids.

Acids might have been the word for them, but they didn't feel anything like such. Even once they were up to her neck, they didn't bother her any. Some people would have found such a claustrophobic experience to be horrifying, barely able to keep her muzzle above the surface. But it was her perfect state. She was finally calm, finally relaxed, submitting to his belly's whims as it worked her over from all sides. The churning mess splashed up over her features, even overtook her whole head for a few moments, starting to work on her very face, but she knew well enough by then to shut her eyes tight and seal her lips when that happened.

Not that it was too big a worry. Even starting to work past skin and get beneath to her more vulnerable parts, she wasn't getting those usual stings. She was used to them by then, and her body had a good way of just going numb when things started to hurt, but it wasn't even necessary. He was being very gentle with her. Still digesting her, for sure. Quickly, too. But there wasn't a single moment inside of him where she had anything to feel regret about. It was intense, noisy, messy, but somehow or other he was taking control of his own digestive process to make sure she had a nice time. Or maybe that was just how birds worked.

Either way, she was collapsing in on herself without even noticing. It just felt like she was getting sleepy, like her muscles were relaxing one by one when in fact they had simply stopped working. She was picturing herself intact and just slipping off to a blissful slumber in that slimy gut, when she was actually barely recognizable as a hyena anymore. He'd worked right down to the bone. She might have been a small, cute girl, but she was still as resilient and stubborn as any other member of her species, staying conscious while only partly there anymore, long after most people would have passed out. But the gory digestive details were lost on her. All she needed to think about was how content she felt, knowing she was about to join with the bird. To belong to him, at least briefly, until she was herself again.

There was something else she always felt near the end. Some sort of climax, though not in the sexual sense. It was more like a peak of her own contentment. Of supreme submission and satisfaction, finding her place at the bottom of a predator's belly. Of completely letting go and giving in to the natural process of becoming food. She was the complete opposite of her overly excited state from earlier. Finally satiated, finally fulfilling that burning need, she had nothing left to do but drift off to the deepest, most carefree sleep possible. Except, it wasn't just sleep anymore.

Quoth felt that telltale final twitch, and then there was nothing. He could hardly believe how long she held on. She really was an expert. If someone could be said to be an expert at getting eaten. Either way, he relaxed on his branch, stretching his wings out one more time. Then he curled them around himself, tucked his head down near his knees, and let the sound of one tiny, adorable hyena digesting lull him towards a nap of his own. It was still bright out, but it was a warm and cozy evening, perfect for basking in that post-meal glow. Especially with the taste of cookies still on his tongue.

***

Napping right through sundown, Quoth was awoken by the bright moonlight shining down upon him. Those inky feathers of his looked best under a full moon, all but glowing as he roused with a sleepy caw. He hiccuped, catching a faint taste of Keedee once more. As sugar-sweet as ever. But what was rest of her was hardly so pleasant anymore.

After a mere few hours inside his belly and beyond, she'd reached the end of her gurgly journey. Everything she had to contribute had become a part of the raven's body. And he really did seem shinier. Whether that was her doing, or just the moonlight, it was hard to say. All Quoth knew was that he felt fantastic. More than just nourished. Eating that cute giggler was leaving him with a lingering sense of contentment, like there was something special about her. Or maybe she really was just good at being eaten. However that worked.

Of course, being digested didn't mean she simply disappeared into nothingness. He couldn't use every part of her, though his system was certainly efficient about things. Much more so than any ordinary raven, for certain. He wasn't exactly normal or mortal. Yet even he was subject to the whims of natural processes, and it just so happened he was in the perfect position up in that tree to deal with the increasing feeling of pressure working through his lower body. Nothing uncomfortable, not even a moment's indigestion. Just enough pressing to let him know that it was time to relieve himself.

He was up pretty high in that tree, and so he made sure to check below for anyone or anything who might have been wandering beneath. They probably wouldn't have wanted to be there in the next few moments. Then he simply lifted and fanned his tailfeathers, crouching down a little lower into a proper squat. A little caw of surprise came when Keedee made her reappearance. She wasn't exactly solid anymore. Bird that he was, he'd reduced her to a thin, mostly liquid state that soon was squeezing from him down to the grass below. A crude finale to what used to be such a delightfully cute hyena, but digestion was digestion.

The initial spatter of off-white was thick, and grew thicker with a few dark solids amidst the mess. It was largely inoffensive, scentless, marking down the ground below until it had puddled out broadly. Still a pretty humiliating thing to be turned into, though there was no sense teasing someone who couldn't hear him. He simply focused on disposing of her as smoothly as possible. Even though she was an entire person, she didn't give him a single moment of discomfort. Not a single cramp or ache, perfectly agreeing with him all the way through right up until the messy ending.

Quoth sighed and spread his wings, taking off from his branch when he was done dumping her off. She was a serious mess there, even for her small size, but she'd join the soil soon enough. A bit of fertilizer for the grass, and the roots of the tree he'd been perched upon. He didn't take to the skies, instead just flapping over to a shallow lake where he could bathe himself. That blissful feeling was still there, like a cool liquid being poured within him, making him feel like his nap had been a full week of sleep. She wasn't the first person he'd ever eaten. But she might very well have been his favourite.

Before he could relax for too long though, it was time for her to return. Other predators might have been content to just let their prey linger as food for a while, but Quoth wasn't into that kind of thing. It was always about mutual pleasure for consumed and consumer alike. So he simply focused on the shoreline, summoning up thoughts of her sweet face, and concentrated for a few moments. It was fairly easy for him. He hadn't yet revealed his true nature to her, but that could come later. A little murmuring, and a snap of his fingers, and there thudded a slightly disoriented hyena, back to her full size. And yelping slightly as she fell to the ground from one inch or so above it. His aim was slightly off, but she was otherwise perfectly intact as if never eaten.

Once she got over the initial confusion, that shock of returning to life after being eaten, her first instinct was just to start laughing all over again. Of course it was. Then she turned her head and located the bathing raven, not even hesitating to get to her feet and rush over to join him. Her stride was slightly wobbly, but the water supported her as she waded in up to her waist, and then swam in his direction. He was all too happy to stretch out his wings and pull her close, wrapping her up in wet feathers and keeping them both afloat.

"Well?" she asked abruptly, her voice full of expectation.

"Well what?" He smirked, and rubbed his talons through her hair. Nothing odd about being a little affectionate with someone he just ate. There were few things more intimate than turning someone into calories.

"How waaaas I?" She certainly wasn't hesitant about affection. Though she was smaller than him even at full size, she could give one impressive hug. Her arms wrapped tight around his chest, squeezing a caw right out of him.

"I was going to ask you the same. But since you asked first." He smiled, and leaned down to peck her on the cheek. In the literal sense. "I'm being perfectly honest when I saw I can't remember a meal that felt so good to digest. You're not somehow magical are you?"

"Nope! Just delicious! I'm glad you liked me! We can do it again right?" She worked her way through all those words in roughly a single second. "I had so much fun. That thing you did with your feet. And, and, when you were just keeping me waiting! I thought you were lost or something. Like maybe I'd just lay there all night and have to find my way out by myself and maybe it was all a prank or something. But then I came out and SWOOP."

She made a grand gesture, swinging one of her arms and clapping her hands together in her best approximation of his attack.

"You're fun to toy with. You have the best reactions. Such emotions! I mean that in the best of ways, of course." He clicked his beak and nodded. " And certainly we can do it again. As many times as you like. A tasty one like you, and I couldn't possibly be happy just having you once."

She squeezed him even tighter in her excitement. "Eeeeeee."

They remained right where they were for the rest of the evening. It wasn't like either of them needed sleep. He'd had his nap, and she, well she'd 'slept' in one sense of the word. Coming back from digestion always left her in such an oddly rejuvenated state. She swished her tail through the water, giggled here and there, and rubbed her whole body against the bird's wet feathers while he simply stroked up and down her fluffy form. They were content, intimate, but someone like her couldn't stay relaxed for long.

Soon, she was outright grinding against him. Practically humping him. Though it was hard to tell underwater, something told him she was wet again. Probably getting worked up by her own thoughts. As for him, well, he dipped his beak down and started nibbling through her wet, mussed hair. Then he gave her a slurp, and there was that fresh, tasty scent coming back to his senses. She was just somehow inherently sweet, she hadn't even had time to prepare before rushing over to greet him again! He couldn't understand it, but he certainly wasn't going to question it.

Just having her close like that, shamelessly rubbing against him, starting to giggle again, it was making his belly rumble again. He'd just had a satisfying meal, certainly. But just the thought of tasting her again, of feeling her excited squirms sliding down his throat. He opened his beak to propose going for another round, but he stopped himself before he said anything. Though he had only just started to get to know her, he felt like he had a pretty good idea of what she was into.

So he didn't give her any warning, and did his best to conceal that he was even thinking about it as he began plotting. How to surprise her, how to thrill her, how to toy with her and get her to the absolute height of her own excitement. Something told him he didn't have to hold back when it came to having his fun with her - she was going to love every single idea he could come up with. Were all hyenas this fun? And moreover, this crazy? Well, he was going to enjoy finding out just how far her lust for danger really went. But for the time being, on that moonlit evening, he was happy to wetly cuddle and kiss, listening to the discordant song of her constant, happy giggle letting him know how he'd made her feel.