Day 21) Stalk
#21 of Voretober
Featuring the bestest owl Drewburd whom I love a whole bunch! This was a very fun day to write for! Day 21 of Voretober...wow so close to the end of the month. Time really flew by. Speaking of flying, its hard to escape such a big bird when they know how to keep up with you. My tiger learned that but he can't complain much. ~
cws: Hypno, M/M , Oral Vore, Mawplay, Endo, Drool
Pizza © Me
Big Owl (Drew) © DrewBurd
It was a pitch black night for the city. The sidewalks barely illuminated as the yellow-furred tiger traversed them. Pizza was returning late from flying around the city. His wings folded against his back, the tiger's weary head bobbed up and down. The night felt already hazy from deprivation of sleep. Energy at an all time low for the large cat. Soon he heard a noise. Fluttering in the air, as if there was a massive beast in the sky. The tiger rubbed his eyes, there was no way there could be something that big flying around. But what he heard sounded massive from the sheer wind it produced.
It got even louder each step he took, the tiger knew he was being watched, perhaps followed from above. His head tried to look at the ground pretending he didn't notice the gargantuan gusts of wind blowing around him. He heard the clatter of what sounded like razor sharp talons piercing the concrete.
It became impossible to ignore, he KNEW that he was being followed! The tiger jolted a full one-hundred and eighty degrees, a plump, gargantuan figure masked by the darkness of the poorly lit street. An orange hue illuminated from the beast's eyes. Yet the tiger wasn't feeling a shred of fear all of the sudden.
No, he was slipping, back and forth. His mind was growing hazy. The noxious allure of those glowing orange eyes made the tiger's eyes flutter wildly. Pizza eased into the swirling sensation rattling within his mind. His darkest desires bubbling to the surface. The massive, blubbery, behemoth of an owl unveiled into the dim light of the streetlamp that had managed to stay on. A deep creamy, cushiony, pillowy, plump, gut bounced and sloshed around. The deep guttural howl of the owl's paunch pressed against the tiger's face.
"Hello there, my you look rather delicious. Your smell, I can taste it from here. You're quite plump too. You look rather filling." Each word grinded the soft plush stomach against Pizza's face. Each sloshing sound brought more of those woozy thoughts bursting at the seams.
"S-Sir, I am more like a meager meal to you. Are you sure I am worthwhile? A meal deserving of such a grand gut?" Hesitation, doubt, not all those bubbling thoughts were positive. The tiger's words wobbled just like that gut did against his body.
A soft affirming hoot, that sounded more like a boom of sound from the massive owl. The noise echoed through the tiger's ears and wrapped around his head like a reassuring pat to the head. The behemoth of a bird used his massive hands to affectionately massage the tiger's weary figure. Pizza whimpered with delight as he sunk deeper into the owl's fingers like a malleable putty. "It's okay, boy. I've got you, everything is okay. You deserve my affectionate squeezes. My beloved belly. You want that plush, soft, all encompassing hug. Don't you? No tricks, no more confusion. Cradled gently within me. There won't be posters of you, nobody will look for you, it will just be you and me. Doesn't that sound nice? Wouldn't you love to be inside me?" Each word was like a lovingly sweet treat to the tiger's hypnotized addled brain. Suggestion forming into desire. A desire that had been buried so deep. No, it was more like it had always been there, right at the forefront of his mind. Someone, something, that genuinely wanted him. Only him. That greed, that passion.
Pizza gazed into that open beak. The saliva infested the humid, wet maw. Strands of drool spilled onto the tiger's face matting his fur. Smothering him in the thick warm globs. A curious hand explored the bird's vast, welcoming, warm tongue. That wide appendage slathered over each digit. Slickly sliping and stroking around the tiger's arm. Pizza moaned gently as the orgasmic sensation of being savored had him climbing on top of the bird's pudge. Eager to go inside that welcoming maw.
The thick fluid continued to dampen Pizza's body as he put his other hand inside those jaws. The massive owl didn't move a single muscle beyond that tongue delving between the tiger's hands. Massaging, suckling, savoring every last drop of flavor from his savory morsel. The tiger pushed his body into the depths of the bird's gullet, ever the more eager to be inside that bellowing stomach. The groans and grumbles calling out to the large cat. His body bulged outside of the bird's thick throat. The owl eagerly guzzled down his delicious meal.
Soon enough that tiger vanished into the tight squelching confines of that compact gut. Yet comfortable and spacious enough for the tiger to nuzzle within the clutches of the fleshy walls. Pizza's weary woozy mind easing into a peaceful rest as the sloshing stomach lulled him into that deep slumber. The massive owl cooed affectionately, hands exploring over his meal so diligently occupying the depths of his insides. Nothing more intimate, nothing more profound than soaking in the closeness of that very moment. The massive owl flew into the night carrying along a peaceful Pizza.