'Swallowed'
This is just a quick piece of weird smut I felt like pumping out. It's an attempt to kick start my muse into actually cooperating, since I've been wanting to start writing naughty short stories for quite some time now. Let me know whether you'd like to see more and please give me ideas for things you'd like to see in the future.
Be warned, it's pretty fucking weird.
Jas trudged wearily up a particularly steep hill towards the top of a respectably large mountain, his legs burned and his thick vulpine tail dangled limply behind him from the exertion of having hiked so far. He had foolishly decided to continue with his planned hiking trip despite his friend dropping out at the last minute.
"That damned cat, ditching me for some new bird! Feh." He huffed, slowing to a stop and leaning against a mossy rock face for a brief respite. So far he had seen little evidence of any wildlife, yet the mountain path he scaled was fairly lush with plenty of foliage, so where were all the animals? He dismissed the thought and reluctantly pushed himself upright, taking in a deep breath before continuing his laborious journey. A mere 10 yards further up the trail, Jas noticed a shadow obscure the sun momentarily; he quickly wheeled his head around, flicking his eyes from place to place and scanning for the elusive source. However, he could see nothing out of the ordinary. He cautiously returned to his trek before a sudden force struck him in the back, something so strong it knocked him straight onto his face and elicited a sharp yelp from the fox.
After shaking his head in a daze he found his feet and settled into a crouch, raising his head and blinking, only to be greeted by the piercing glare of an enormous hawk! Jas froze; the hawk was so close his beak was nearly resting against Jas' nose. The two remained like this, Jas' heart was thumping madly and his eyes were held wide open in terror. The moments seemed to drag on until, out of pure foolish fear, Jas bolted backwards away from the fearsome avian, retreating down the mountain trail as fast as his exhausted legs could take him.
Spurred on by adrenaline, Jas managed to cover a fair distance back down the trail. Thinking he had perhaps lost the predatory bird, he took a quick glance over his shoulder: the hawk was gone. Jas lowered his pace whilst still maintaining a fair jog, praising his luck and congratulating himself for having escaped such a life-threatening experience. His relief was short-lived however as out of nowhere a huge pair of wickedly sharp talons grabbed hold of him by his shoulders, fumbling with him for a moment before wrapping firmly around his stomach.
Jas screamed, his cries echoed throughout the mountainous valleys accompanied by the rhythmical thumping of the hawk's enormous wings. After a few minutes of constant yelling and screaming Jas resorted to desperately pounding the firm talons which encompassed most of his torso, failing to even scuff the tough skin. Completely drained of all strength Jas fell limp, dangling from the clutches of his captor whilst panting for breath. He saw the ground zoom past far below him, his head spinning as the adrenaline began to wear off. This, accompanied by the rhythmical buffeting and rocking of flight, caused Jas to flicker in and out of consciousness, before finally succumbing to oblivion.
Jas was abruptly plunged back into consciousness by a sudden jolt and immense weight bearing down on him. The hawk had landed and was now pinning Jas beneath his great talons. The leathery skin pressed harshly against the relatively fragile vulpine frame, a single digit moving to smother his face; much to the distress of the poor fox. After toying with his prey for a moment more, the hawk did something Jas could never have anticipated; he leaned backwards and rested his large feathered bulk against a rock face, his legs splayed with Jas still firmly gripped and suspended in mid-air. With dexterity unbecoming of typical feral avians the hawk angled Jas towards the lower half of his body, steadily lowering the helpless fox towards the fleshy featherless opening that was the hawk's cloaca. It didn't take long for Jas to catch on to the Hawk's intent and he quickly redoubled his efforts to escape, squirming, flailing and thrashing madly in a futile attempt to rid himself of this malicious avian. The hawk merely tightened his grip on the frantic fox, squeezing the midsection of his prey in a cruel gesture of dominance, Jas could simply yelp in pain as his ribs were compressed harshly, panting for breath and falling relatively still for fear that the hawk may decide that dead prey is as good as living prey.
Jas' face neared the peculiar opening, he knew little of avian anatomy but understood that this was the hawk's only lower orifice, everything had to come through here at one point; the idea revolted him. The moment Jas' cool nose touched the firm flesh of the hawk's opening a piercing shriek filled the air and Jas' face was shoved firmly into the warm depths of his captor, the hawk wasting no time in introducing the vulpine to what was to become his new home.
Inside the avian Jas had his eyes screwed tightly shut, his nose was wrinkled and his teeth were bared, a fierce scowl of disapproval on his face. Outside the hawk had his beak agape as he displayed his uncanny dexterity once again, twisting and manipulating his new toy as it wriggled in protest. As Jas was used to somewhat loosen the hawk's cloaca he found himself being eased deeper into it, with every twist the fleshy walls loosened and he was driven further inside, the warm opening claiming more and more of the fox as he slowly disappeared into it's moist depths.
By this time the hawk had released his stranglehold on Jas, letting his exposed lower half hang limply from his cloaca, merely giving a gentle shove from time to time to hasten the fox's descent. Inside Jas had finally opened his eyes, only able to see vague outlines of fleshy folds in the darkness. His fur was matted down with goodness knows what fluids and the noises which filled his ears did nothing to comfort him. What little air there was inside was musky and humid yet he was forced to gasp for it.
Once the poor fox had been consumed up to his waist he felt an enormous pressure grip his hips, his descent was halted and his whole world was shaken leaving him disoriented. The hawk had gotten off his back and was now standing up, a pair of fox legs and a tail still protruding out of him. The avian was taking rather ragged breaths as he shuffled to widen his stance, his face was contorted, his beak held tightly shut and his tail feathers were splayed. Finally with a deafening shriek the hawk flexed his cloacal muscles and 'swallowed' what was left of Jas, the fox disappearing up into the avian's cloaca in an instant. The hawk's wings were outstretched triumphantly and his eyes were closed, he savoured the panicked thrashing of his smothered prey, slowly folding his wings back and straightening his tail feathers once the protests began to die down.
Inside the hawk Jas had trouble working out which direction was up, his world had been shaken up by the hawk's repositioning and the grip on his hips showed no signs of loosening, despite his attempts to wriggle free. Jas' environment was getting unbearably warm, his body was liberally coated in a slimy substance and the fleshy walls surrounding him were hugging him in a tight embrace. After being held like this for a short while longer he felt the grip on his hips tremble slightly, his relief was short lived however as moments later his entire slimy prison gripped hold of him firmly and dragged him upwards, submerging him in vast amounts of the mucus and driving him deep inside the avian; sealing his fate.
Jas was almost drowning in the slimy mucus of the hawk's digestive system, he flailed his arms and kicked wildly, acting purely on instinct in an attempt to escape. This protest continued until the lack of appreciable oxygen and buildup of the slimy mucus forced him to stop, he could only slump back between the fleshy folds of his tomb and whimper pitifully as the realisation of his fate caught up with him. He had been devoured. Humiliated and consumed be a species higher in the food chain than himself, he would likely be discarded shortly after his demise, his remains desecrated and left in a pile somewhere. It wasn't long before the fox's vision begin to flicker as he dozed in and out of consciousness, suffering from severe oxygen deprivation before closing his eyes for the last time; lost within the the bowels of the predatory bird.