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As our food arrives, the chitenous lady sitting at the other side of the table pauses in her story. Due to our difference in scale, she was seated upon a miniature stool on the tabletop, with a smaller table in front of her. As varied as our scale is, our pallet is equally distinct. I smile down at the full pizza margarita that's been set down by the server and my dining companion smiles down at an array of wood shavings that have been tossed in some kind of glaze, honey and spices if my nose isn't deceiving me.

The restaurant itself is a cozy affair, only a dozen or so tables with open air at both ends. There's a wonderful view of the Caldera's largest pool, the lake at the center, with the small temple mount sitting out in the distance. Out the other way I can see the boardwalk that we took to get here, winding through the myriad trees.

Taking my knife and fork, I start to cut into my pizza. I feel eyes upon me, and sigh, resolving to start dividing it into wedges. The life of a travel blogger; having to always adjust your customs to your surroundings.

My companion chuckles and concludes the food-initiated break in the conversation. "You must spend quite a lot of time in Europe." This is Isoptera, my guide to the Caldera. She contacted me through the administration here at Hawthorne after the boss put out feelers for this new travel series. I was glad to take the job. I'm getting ahead of myself, however.

I should explain. The Caldera is a predscape; a world located metaphysically within a predator which houses their prey until they are ready to return to the material world after the predator has digested them. (Of course, there are some predators who can put prey into their predscape without digesting, but that can wait for another blog.)

The Caldera resides within a predator named Kee. He's an attractive aardwolf, and a size-shifter. When I met up with him he only stood a foot or so taller than myself, though reports of him being five to ten times my height were common.

Kee had been informed by my bosses at Hawthorne what I was up to before I arrived, but didn't rush right to the point. He was a proper gentleman, making small talk with me until he was sure I was comfortable. Then, as casually as everything else, he turned that corner.

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"May I eat you?" The hyenid smiles, a hint of a blush formed on his cheeks. He is close enough to me on his couch that he can and does reach out and take my hand.

I very carefully make sure to save the work I'd been in the midst of when he asked, and close my notebook with my other hand. "You're sure I'll have access to this once I'm Inside?"

He gently begins to lip and nibble at my fingers, silently nodding in confirmation. I could hear his stomach growl emptily.

At that toe-curling sound of desire, I can't help but scoot over towards him.

Kee releases my hand and reaches to wrap around my shoulders and draw me closer still, while his pink tongue darts out and cradles my palm. Deceptively large compared to his narrow muzzle, the muscle is coated in his particularly sticky saliva. Both are traits of an insectivore.

Feeling the adhesion to my fur and giving a gentle tug, I relax and let my hand be drawn in past his jaws. I can feel how strong his tongue is as it squeezes to make sure it has a grip, until my fingers brush at the entrance of his throat.

I can't stop myself blushing anymore as the practiced predator keeps eye contact with me, his jaws closing around my wrist. He takes a few moments to savor my flavor, the soft muscular insides of his jaws squeezing along my digits, before I feel the hold on my palm loosen. Moments later, his long tongue is sliding out to wrap around my arm all the way to the elbow.

His own cheeks have blossomed into a full blush as well, while his free hand takes a moment to stroke along the side and top of my muzzle. The contact is reassuring, and a scratch behind the ear leaves me off-guard for when his tongue squeezes and he ducks his head a bit.

My arm extends on its own from the powerful pull. It's not so strong as to hurt or startle, but it definitely deepens my blush. I can feel the flesh of his throat conforming to and between my fingers, squeezing, and I can't help ducking my head down and wiggling the trapped digits. As I hoped for, I can see the shape deforming his lengthy neck in time with my movements. Meeting his gaze once again, I twist on the couch to face him more properly, my notebook set aside, and I offer up my free hand to the predator.

Rather than opening up and pulling my arm in to match the other, he takes his time, first lipping at my fingers as best as he can with my elbow in his jaws, then easing his tongue out to twist and curl, constricting pleasantly. I hardly hold in a moan as I watch his powerful tongue drag my other arm to meet the first inch by inch, until I'm nearly muzzle to muzzle with the hyenid.

I feel Kee's hands stroking along my back and sides, one sliding up to cup the back of my head while the other squeezes on the curve of my hip. Down below, the vibrations of his stomach eagerly churning for its doggy dinner ripple up my fingers, meeting the gentle squeeze of peristalsis coming the other way.

He holds me like this for quite some time, the predator's manner always striving to bolster my reassurance in my decision to be consumed. I lose count of the waves his throat dances up my arms in involuntary motions as he holds back his instinctual desire to swallow properly. As I make eye contact again, I feel his tongue snake out once more. The powerful muscle smoothly slides and curls, before making a snug loop around my throat, like a fleshy collar and leash. He gives a gentle scratch behind my ear from the hand on the back of my head, before removing it. And then he gives a gentle tug with his tongue, not a sustained pull. Like a master getting their pet to heel.

I practically melt, and let my eyes fall closed.

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