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The harsh wind blew against her skin as she ran. The air was electric - the beginnings of a brewing storm. The red sky lurked above their heads, gazing down as they cut through a never-ending field of thick gold and lush green. Dust and wind pricked her eyes to tears, but they never fell, only the sensation of it lingered as she outran the likes of her species. How could they even measure up to her extraordinary strength? Their feet - dissimilar to hers in numbers - rushed through the pastures. However, they remained far behind her. Power was a thrill which sprung into her veins and fueled her limbs.

Pants and whines filled her ears as if a drug, infiltrating her bloodstream, a slow invigoration. She huffed proudly and loped away. She was the predator at the top of the food chain. Others ought to cower beneath her divine form. She ran faster yet.

The gust caressed her hair and the weight in her lungs gave way to weightlessness. Lightning struck while the red sun burned brighter. The storm of swirling winds enveloped her form, lifting her into the clouds. Colours danced before her eyes, heat crawled into her body. The air filled with the stench of blood and decaying flesh - and in the distance, a familiar sweetness. She sought it out.

Enemies collided with one another. Magic parried sharp metal; monsters arose from the ground; dead and undead alike crawled through the marred plains; cheers of victories and cries of losses; undefeated, the coyote throbbed with power. Her magic enveloped her in an unbreakable shield. Corpses lay around her feet as if a bloody sacrifice. Her tongue slithered out to taste the remnant of blood - which she had drawn from her prey.

She strode through the battlefield at the speed of lightning. Blood and flesh were all which could be seen. Battle cries rang - deafening - and the coyote snarled as she plunged her paws into her opponent's chest. Skin and muscles parted until she snatched its heart, still warm and pounding as she tasted it. The tang of sweet metallic red did nothing to satisfy her as she discarded the organ to the ground. Her palate craved something else.

Screams of horrors roused in the air and the mighty coyote stared at the pool of blood-filled corpses reaching out to her; their goal was to drag her to their hell. The coyote was untouchable - a god who gazed upon the weak. All that lingered was the piercing shrieks in her tilted ears. The scenery soon faded into the greys of winter. Paws dug prints in the white blanket of snow.

The temperature drop was brisk, rattling her. Her fur felt thicker - a winter coat to keep her warm. Her lithe form seemed slightly bigger as she stalked the white nothingness. From deep within the woods, shadows wandered - hunted. She was quiet and sneaky, a predator whose mere presence frightened the others. As she trotted through the cold, a long coat appeared hanging from a branch. Smooth raven feathers emanated a scent so sweet it sent a bolt of lust through her. She sniffed the air and followed it. Shadows scattered as her strong limbs carried her through the boughs. Howls echoed in the distance and the coyote tilted her head back and growled at the sight of the moon - and, surprisingly, a cottage that peeked from across the prairie.

The silver moonlight kept her fur warm and scintillating, almost as if a camouflage. The royal blue of her hair appeared black as her lithe form darted through dried grassland. Her sight began to blur, colours twirling. Snowflakes and fallen leaves become mere dazzled shapes. The silver coyote was still running. Heart pounding and chest heavy, her legs finally came to a stop. She growled, sniffing the air again. The scent was closer, more pungent and her blood pulsed and sang in tandem with the presence inside the cottage. The door was opened, an invitation to the curious coyote. It was a large cottage, tall and wide as if the dwelling of a giantess.

Once the coyote peered inside the room, the presence took the form of an enormous - blubbery raven. The coyote stared with wide sapphire eyes; her jaws remained lax open in admiration of such a creature. She had never seen a raven of that size before. The corpulent raven was so gigantic in mass that its wings were useless. She had an adorable tail attached to her plump butt, round and huge. It twitched slightly.

The coyote gawked for long moments. One word lingered in her bedazzled mind - beautiful.

She had never laid eyes upon such beauty. Large and swollen with sleek dark skin. She itched for a single touch. It tempted the coyote. Desire burned ablaze. Unblinking, she slowly slid closer - an unconscious movement of her body. She needed to touch the beautiful giantess and feel the softness of her skin or even linger her gaze upon her for longer. If only she could stare at it until the end of time. Yet, she knew her own greedy nature. Watching would turn into touching and from there, she would want to possess the beauty and make it hers.

That would quell her twisted nature. She made a soft sound in her admiration, catching the attention of the raven as she turned her fatal gaze on the coyote. A shiver ran down the coyote's spine. Her fur stood on its ends. If the blubbery raven had been beautiful, her purple eyes were even lovelier - enchanting. A face so gorgeous, the coyote was spellbound the moment she saw it.

The coyote whimpered as the raven let out an angry shriek. Her entire body froze, captured by the feeling of rejection. A low, sad whine left her as she quickly turned, loping away to escape the room. Her tail was furled as she trotted to the door. Her ears were down as well as she stuck her snout outside the door, sad and regretful.

Just as the coyote was halfway out of the door, the violent, angry shrieks morphed into the sweetest chirps she had ever been blessed with. Pleading and desperate, calling and begging her. The powerful coyote's body was instantly lured back in. Her head whipped back. Sapphire eyes swiftly met mesmerizing magenta ones. In the midst of the beguiling orbs, the coyote found a need - a desire - so intense it rendered her breathless. A soft whine escaped her joining the sweet chirps of her beloved raven.

Amongst the fascinating chirps, a louder one baffled the coyote. The sound was mixed with both treacle sweetness and fiery anger. The coyote shook her head; confusion kept her limbs still, fixing her at the doorstep. She stared, uncertain of what to do - or not to- in fear of angering the majestic creature. She needed to win their approval, to make them hers. A beautiful raven with such fine feathers and a voluptuous, gigantic form could only be hers. There would be none more fit for this unique beast.

Untamed and wild - it dug into the coyote's primal instincts and called forth to it as if a beacon in the night sky.

However, the coyote remained perplexed, even more so as the bird stared down and chirped again. This time, it was more of a sweet rebuke, as if the raven was edmonishing her for something. Tilting her head to the side, the coyote released a soft, placating whine to appease the captivating creature. It was to be expected for such a unique creature to have such a unique temperament. The coyote took a step closer, body stretched out to reveal her lithe and strong figure. Her lush tail flickered, sweeping the air seductively to her prospective mate.

Her claws were sharp and elongated as she gave a slow display of them on the floor, tapping them. What did the creature want? Croaking at her so sweetly that it made the coyote want to burry herself into those warm feathers. The coyote's snout twitched as the same saccharine musk as before filled the air, growing stronger and more irresistible by the moment. She inhaled deeply, letting the scent wash over her senses - intoxicating as if the finest and oldest of wine, and so strong.

It almost knocked the coyote to the ground.

The coyote took greedy breaths and her eyes felt closed as she committed the pungent smell to her memory. Divine. Pure bliss. Her legs quivered; arousal ripe in her lower abdomen as she took another step towards her goal. The enormous bird let out another squawk, enticing the Coyote to open her eyes and be hypnotized once again. The coyote shivered, watching as the scent was so thick it took visual form into a pink fume. It was pretty, just like her giantess. The pink fume drew her steps closer. The coyote broke eye contact with her bewitching raven to stare at the strange coloured gas. It made her curious and for once, she did not feel the need to be on guard. Instead, her muzzle watered, drool nearly slipping through her strong jaws as she let out a huff. She wondered what the fume would taste like - cert it would be delicious, as if the most succulent of flavours. The coyote's lips parted, and a thin line of drool threatened to escape as the bird let out another sweet sound.

The air felt hot and humid as if a storm was brewing on the horizon. Yet, her fur began to feel cold, as if she needed to find a warm place. Behind her, the air began to cool down - the beginning of a winter where she needed to find safe shelter. The bird squawked loudly, pulling back her attention. It seemed angry to not have the coyote's relentless attention for even a fraction of a moment.

This time, however, the coyote felt and understood the meaning behind the delectable sounds. The raven had never meant to reject her. She was merely showing her anger at being denied herself. The bird was asking for an apology while she yelped her displeasure. The coyote had done something to the creature - or the lack of it to the point of making the creature beg for it. That in itself was a grave sin. The coyote let out a series of short high-pitched whines, her mating call to show her overwhelming desire for the enthralling raven.

Return to your den!

The voice said to her as she glanced at the gigantic raven. The coyote seemed stunned for a long moment, unsure what it could possibly mean. She released an inquiring growl, growing frustrated with herself every moment she could not fulfil the raven's wishes.

The raven chirped again and this time, the coyote was drawn to the source of that thick, pink musk. It was emanating from under the raven's plumage, from beneath that heavy, swelling and proudly protruding gut. Lifting her head, the coyote stalked forward, sniffing the air, and inhaling the continuously growing sweet musk until she grazed the sleek feathers. She lingered for a moment, touching and ruffling the delicate skin. Her den!

Her body knew where to go, and how to move; she moved purely on instincts, guided by the sensations that seized her body. The raven's skin felt warm and slick under her paws. Careful, she avoided hurting her mate with her claws. The coyote let out a howl as she lunged forward and began pawing her way under the raven's swollen gut. The dark feathers and soft skin - made of globs of fat - gave way to the wet, warm cavern beneath her. The coyote grew impatient. Huffing and panting, she let out low, excited growls. Her mind was dazzled by the odd scent. It even captured her tastebuds, causing her to thirst for a taste of that sweet nectar. Saliva pooled into her muzzle and she lapped her tongue against her lips with a keen whine as the layers of fat and skin finally come to an end.

The scent wafted so strongly, it almost knocked the coyote out. She keened with trembling paws, blue eyes clouded with desire. She pressed her snout in first, inhaling deeply. Above her, the raven squawks - the sound mixed with a tinge of arousal and sheer glee. She knew her mate liked her touch and desired more of it. The coyote parted her muzzle to pant and took one last deep inhale before she wiggled her head under the raven's hot gut. It's sweltering hot beneath - like a furnace - but strangely cozy. The coyote was delighted with her findings, pressing her head further until the tips of her pointy ears could stand up straight. Then, gradually, she wiggled her entire body underneath the blankets of melted fat.

She found another surprise; an instrument hung from the top of the raven's gut. The warm cavern was accommodating to a giant wind instrument. It was an odd design, as unique as her giant raven. The coyote would not have known it was a musical instrument if not for the sounds it was producing. The instrument was of a peculiar but lovely colour. The coyote raised her paws and slid one soft finger to caress along the instrument. A vibration resonated through it and the coyote heard the distant happy chirps of her bird.

A song began to play a strange happy tune. For the first few moments, the coyote was left bewildered. The weird melody was so familiar. She chuffed and tentatively brought her muzzle close to the instrument. She gently blew into it. That weird tingly sensation caught her again, as if some form of nostalgia. It settled at the base of her tail - ticklish. The melody filled her ears and the coyote seemed to know how to follow the pattern of the song. She blew in tandem to the tune. Little by little, she eased into it. Unconsciously, her paws - fingers - reached for holes which had somehow appeared along the instrument. Her fingers grazed over the bumps and dips and, together with her mouth produced a thrilling melody. It was an oddly familiar melody. One which yanked the coyote further into its webs. It was as peaceful as the song of the morning birds; sweet, serene chirps which announced the first rays of sunlight.

However, it rustled the coyote with the delightful sounds of pleasure mixed with it. Moans and pleads, echoes of an enthralling coupling. Scenes flashed in her head - memories - images, they were too quick to follow or understand. The coyote became a slave to the song. A devoted worshipper to the heavenly tune. She would engrave it into her heart and into her mind if it was possible. Perhaps with her powers, she would find a way...

The music rose as if the crescendo of a perfect opera; the audience brought to the tip of their toes, hanging over an expected yet thrilling climax; the entire theatre hall vibrating and resonating with the music. It was the most beautiful thing the coyote had ever heard. The raven had blessed her with beauty of so many kinds. The coyote could cry. All of a sudden, the peak came to an end with a startling wave of nectar. It came like a tidal wave crashing over the shore, sweeping the sand along its violent current. The coyote was instantly taken by the homely blissful taste. It overwhelmed her senses as before she was abruptly jostled awake.

Natasha's glistening eyes opened wide as she slowly gulped another mouthful of her lovely raven's essence. Gradually her body relaxed as she heard her girlfriend's loud and delightful moans above her. She sucked and sucked, lips and tongue lapping at her girlfriend's vagina until the sweet liquid was no more. Samantha cried and shivered, voice hoarse from all the moaning and groaning.

"Oh! Nat - ugh! Eating in your sleep again, you naughty girl!" The coyote chuckled as her girlfriend admonished her. It reminded her of her dream. Her girlfriend was adorable - and unlike her dream - she was all hers.

She licked her lips, using her fingers to tease the lips of that warm, soaked hole. She inhaled the familiar scent - the scent that even her primal side knew was home.

"Just like in my dream."

The hybrid tutted, a smile on her face as she blew onto that sensitive clit, simply to enjoy feeling her girlfriend shiver on top of her.

"You were naughtier in my dreams..." She whispered and licked another stripe along the delicate skin.

The dream had been some sort of euphemism - the plump raven's womanhood calling out to Natasha. They were so in tune now that the coyote's instincts simply knew. Her mate needed to be eaten, pleasured and satisfied - something only the coyote could provide with her fingers and her mouth. She could easily play with her mate's body until it quivered and became overwhelmed with pleasure. Natasha could find no greater pleasure than to constantly serve and satiate her beautiful mate. The coyote had gone down so many times on the happy bird now that the other's wet cavern would seek her out, even in her sleep - and the hybrid could only respond by meeting her girlfriend's expectations. The coyote did not always have nice dreams, but she wished all of them could be like the ones she had had - a dream come true once awakened.

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Written by anon