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Do you want to meet?

The words stood out, black Comic Sans in the chat client, floating in and amongst a sea of fantasy and emoji's. The teasing and storytelling had gotten them both off, and now they'd settled into the friendly banter that had first drawn them together. Jokes about meeting for real had been exchanged before, but they'd been just that: jokes. And now, while she was feeling more than a little high from her recent climax, Elizabet Dominguez had a problem. Working out her fantasies online was one thing, but actually_meeting_ someone could be potentially problematic, not least because she was underage.

Of course, she'd been very careful. She disconnected from the home intranet before logging in, swept her computer daily for spyware and nannyware, and once a month she backed all her files up to an external hard drive and reformatted her computer back to factory. She used a proxy and worked through a client that didn't save records. And even if it had, the records would show an IP somewhere in Russia for this session. The young alpaca had no interest in her family "accidentally" stumbling across her fantasies.

But those two words, "young alpaca" encompassed the problem neatly. Old enough that she wouldn't get someone in trouble automatically, young enough that if her parents made an issue of it, problems could arise. Added to that, she was a prey species. Any blind date was fraught with the chance that she wouldn't be coming home, no matter what her best intentions and precautions were.

Are you still there?

Elizabet flinched at the soft ping that announced the new message. Ophidman3937 had been a wonderful friend and cyber partner for almost three months now. He'd helped her feel normal about her desires, helped her get off, given her a sympathetic ear when she was being bullied at school, listened (and seemingly paid attention) when she babbled on and on about the teenage politics at her school. In turn, he'd offered sound advice, tutored her with her homework, and told her little about himself that she didn't ask. The savvy young lady knew, in her gut, that the man or boy on the other end of the line was a predator.

Biting her lip, she sighed. The only question was, which kind of predator?

Yeah, sorry. Look...I'm a little younger than I let on.

The chat client pinged. How much younger...

Elizabet winced. Sixteen.

Ophidman3937 has gone offline.

The young alpaca stared at the screen in shock. Apparently, her friend had been on the level. And now she'd lost him.

The young girl drifted through the next few days in a haze, going back and forth between feeling betrayed and feeling guilty. What if he got in trouble because of her? She checked daily, but either he was avoiding the chatroom, or had blocked her, because she didn't see him on at any of the times he normally would have been. She had just started to accept that he'd probably never speak to her again, when an email pinged into the account she used for the web alias that had been communicating with Ophid.

Liza,

My apologies for terminating our last conversation so abruptly. I've thought about it for some time, and I've decided that you deserve better than that.

While it's been fun, for obvious reasons I can't afford to continue communicating with you. However, I will leave this account active. Should you choose to do so, when you come of age, we may continue our correspondence.

In the meantime, best of luck,

O.

The young alpaca cried some more after that. But after she dried her eyes, she gently tucked her login info away in her journal on a sticky note. If he still remembered her...

_ ~~~One Year, Six Months, & 13 Days Later~~~ _

Elizabet chuckled as she went up to her bedroom. It had been a decent birthday so far. Mom and Dad had maybe been a little cheesy about the whole cake and ice cream thing, but that's what parents were for. She'd gotten a handful of gifts that she really wanted, a crapton of clothes from grandparents, uncles, and aunts that wanted to break her of her Goth style (the pink underwear had nearly made her gag, but the Hello Kitty ones had sent her into paroxysms of laughter; what was she, twelve?) and cards laden with twenties and gift cards from the relatives that had managed to move past the overbearing herd mentality.

The young woman walked over to her computer, still chuckling over the look on her brothers' and sisters' faces when she'd opened Dad's last gag gift: a matching set of flavored condoms and dental dams, along with a card for a testing facility. Real subtle, Dad. Amelia had been fascinated by the dental dams, which startled no-one; the little tom boy's gaga eyes were reserved strictly for her female friends, though the poor dear thought she was being sneaky about it. And Ramone had looked ill, the poor kid. Then again, at thirteen he was just starting to figure such things out, and the mental image of his sister engaging in such things had probably overloaded the squick filters in his brain. The younger boys and girls had just seemed confused about why the oldest three were reacting weirdly, and why Mom was trying to get her eyebrows off the ceiling.

Liza had beat a hasty retreat from the table while Mom scolded Dad for embarrassing his children, joining the rest of the kids in a mad scatter to get out of the path of Hurricane Mom. She dumped her pile of presents on the bed, the good ones sorted into a pile while a much larger pile formed containing all the things she didn't want. Thank You cards would be going out regardless, but she wasn't keeping that shit even in the_back_ of her closet.

A knock at the door pulled her attention away just as she dropped the last bit of hateful pink into the "Oh God No" pile. The young woman opened the door to find Amelia trying to look nonchalant. She leaned on the door sill, fighting the smile that played over her lips. "Come to pick over the spoils of familial war?"

The younger girl definitely enjoyed pink, as evinced by her hot pink shirt, the dark pink bra strap peeking out from under it, and the view over her shoulder of the pastel pink walls of her bedroom. She grinned sheepishly. "Well, it's not like you're going to wear it, Liz. I'm surprised you didn't burst into flames when Hello Kitty touched your skin."

Laughing now, Liz stepped back and waved her sister into her room. Amelia fell on the pile, rapidly sorting out the things she wanted. "The secret, lil' sis, is to never take the packaging off until you know what's inside. I might've gotten some blisters from proximity, but since there was no real skin contact, my Gothness was safe."

Giggling, Amelia finished cutting the "Oh God No" pile in half. The rest of the pile would go into the communal bin in the basement for when the younger girls got older. Liza watched her sister's eyes flicker longingly toward the dental dams and sighed. "Want those?"

"What?" Amelia jerked guiltily and then flushed a deep scarlet. "I, no, I mean, what would I even do with, you're not serio-"

Liza put her hands on her younger sister's face. "Amelia. Mimi. Meems."

The younger girl silenced her babbling. "W-What?"

"You're almost as subtle as Dad."

"...oh." The younger alpaca hesitated. "You're...not mad?"

Liza flicked her between the eyes. "I'm mad that you think I'd be mad, Meemster. I mean seriously, Dad_gave me lady condoms. _Dad. Did you really think we were going to care?"

The younger teen looked at her sister, wonder suffusing her face. Liza sighed and pulled her into a hug. "Honestly, the way you moon over my friends, it's kinda obvs, Meems."

"Sorry" came the muffled reply from her sternum. Liza rolled her eyes.

"I don't care, although I think you'd go for the friends of your own who are interested back."

Amelia froze.

"What, seriously? You haven't seen how Terri looks at you?"

The younger sister pulled back from Liza with a suspicious look on her face. "You're making fun of me."

Liza stared at her with a deadpan expression. She reached around her sister without breaking eye contact, grabbed the dental dams, and flicked them at the younger alpaca's forehead. Amelia yelped and juggled them for a second before she caught them. Liza cocked an eyebrow. "Now you have an icebreaker. Call Terri, ask if she wants to spend the night, show them to her, tease her a little. Bet you money she won't be able to get her panties off fast enough."

Amelia stared at the box in her hand as though it might eat her. "You really think so?" she whispered.

"Yup. Or, if you want to push things just have her come straight up to your room and wear some of that lingerie Aunt Bindy got me last year."

"What, to boost my confidence or something?"

Liza stared at her younger sister with pity, and then thwapped her on the forehead again. "No, dummy, meet her at the door wearing nothing but. If she's into it, it'll be a come on. If not, well, you're just in between outfits."

Amelia gulped, and blushed again. "How do I, uh..."

"Tell the difference? She'll swallow her tongue like you just did."

The younger teen looked down at the dental dams in her hand. Liza saw the moment the idea took hold, because a devious smile spread across the shy girl's face. "Why not?" she whispered. she whipped around and scooped her booty off her sister's bed and dashed for her room.

Liza chuckled as the fifteen year old paused in the middle of the hallway. "Umm...thanks, Liz."

"No prob, Meemster. Just do me a favor?"

"What?"

"On this, the day of my birth, please keep that maddened squeal of sapphic ecstasy down to a minimum." Liza grinned evilly. "I'm not getting any, and I can't masturbate if I'm listening to my lil' sis lose her v-card."

Amelia choked at that, but managed a nod. Liza watched her tear into her room and slam the door, before closing her own. "Thank you, Dad," she whispered, a feeling of relief flooding her. If she'd had to watch that awkward little crush between Meems and Terri for one second longer, she might had died of diabetes.

Still...she walked over and picked up the condoms with a frown. She hadn't been lying. She wasn't getting any tonight, and that frustrated her. She tossed the condoms on her shelf, accidentally knocking over one of her old journals. It fell face down, opening in the process. The young woman rolled her eyes and stooped to pick it up, blinking in surprise when a sticky note, adhesive long faded, fluttered out. She remembered that she used to leave herself notes that way, but she'd moved her journals online months ago...

She set the journal on the shelf and reached down for the note. For a second, the login information scrawled across the note didn't register. Then her eyes widened. "Holy shit. My old online boyfriend."

Tapping the note against her palm, Liza walked over and sat down in front of her computer. She hadn't thought of O in forever. Of course, he might not still be on. Or he might not be interested in rekindling a crazy internet fling. Liza grinned and booted up her computer. Why not? Might as well give it a try...

To her pleasure and surprise, her login info still worked. She had to work to remember where she'd gone in the chat room hierarchy to find O in the first place. But finally, she was in place and idling, waiting to see if her old friend would appear. She briefly considered just sending him a message, however given how thoroughly he'd disappeared all that time ago, she could only assume that he'd blocked her, and might not get such a message even if she sent one.

Liza?

The young alpaca's jaw dropped open. Heart suddenly pounding, she grinned and tapped out, Hi, O. Went and grew up, and found a note to myself to come back. How you been?

Wow. You know, I was starting to wonder if you were ever coming back!

Laughing softly, Liza fell easily back into their banter. They chatted for nearly two hours that night, and again the next night. The relationship came back almost effortlessly, and over the course of a week, they had started edging into the naughtier side again. Liza found herself typing one handed for the first time in a year and a half, a skill she laughingly admitted took more practice than she'd recalled.

In just three short weeks, Liza found herself staring at those words for the second time in her life.

Do you want to meet?

This time, the young woman didn't even hesitate. Sure!

~~~~~~

The young woman waited nervously at the restaurant, a buffet she liked that served a variety of cuisines. Her first date with O had been carefully planned out, but they'd had to postpone a couple of times, and she was starting to wonder if her old flame actually wanted to meet at all. Still, he'd said that this time he'd make it, come hell or high water, and she was hopeful. O had laughed when she'd asked him how she'd recognize him, and said he'd find her.

She jiggled with nervous energy as she looked around and consequently nearly fell out of the booth when a deep voice sounded behind her, "Liza?"

The alpaca whipped around with a squeak and looked up...and up...and up. Towering over the booth was a handsome naga, mottled black and brown with yellow-white banding. From floor to the top of his head, he was seven feet tall, and as she glanced down reflexively, she could see a massive tail curling back out of sight. He chuckled at her amazement, bringing a blush to her cheeks. She looked up at his face to find a cheeky grin gracing it. "Like what you see?"

The alpaca nodded shyly. The big man slithered around the table and seated himself across from her, his tail sliding under the table to coil at her feet. She blushed harder when she felt his scaly hide curling up against her feet. He gave her a broad smile that sent shivers up and down her spine. For a few minutes, they sat there, staring at each other, Liza too shy to speak, O seemingly inscrutable. Finally, he chuckled again. "Hungry?"

Liza shook her head.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to grab me a bit, then? I know it's not quite good etiquette on a first date, but-"

Liza bolted to her feet, shaking her head eagerly. "No! No, I don't mind! Um...are you, uh, an omnivore or, um..."

O grinned at her, sending a bolt of warmth to her core. "Carnivore, actually."

She fought down a nervous giggle, managed a nod, and all but ran for the buffet. She put a pair of plates together on autopilot, and shot back to the table in a daze, stomach clenching nervously. O stared at the plates with amusement as she set them on the table. "Well, you certainly are direct, aren't you?"

Liza blinked and looked down, a blush pouring across her face as she realized she'd grabbed most of a shank of ham, a whole roasted chicken, several sausage links, a _huge_slice of pot roast, and what looked like half a meatloaf. She started to stammer out an apology, but O just reached across the table and placed a finger at her lips, silencing her. "It's fine, little one. I'm only teasing. In truth, this is little more than a light snack to one such as me."

She nodded, still flushed, and looked around swiftly as he reached for one of the plates. "M-may i?" she whispered.

O blinked, and a lazy smile spread across his face. "On the first date, little Liza?"

She grinned sheepishly. "I...well, we used to talk about it all the time..."

He slid out from his place and waved to the seat next to him. Liza scooted out and slipped around to sit on the inside of the booth next to him, hidden from the rest of the diners by his bulk, sandwiched in place. Breathing fast, she picked up a sausage link and lifted it to his lips. Her sigh of pleasure as she watched it vanish, felt his tongue dancing over her fingers, was masked slightly by his own soft growl of enjoyment. Liza moaned and bit her lip, legs squeezed together to contain her excitement at finally living out a fantasy: feeding a willing partner in public.

She wasn't sure why the thought and feel of feeding someone, of watching their belly swell, of seeing the food devoured, made her so incredibly excited. But it had for years, and now at last, she could give her deepest fantasies free rein. She gazed almost worshipfully at his mouth while she fed him another sausage, not noticing his arm curling around her waist, his hand sliding into her lap. She did, however, notice when he touched, ever so lightly, as though seeking permission. She licked her lips, panting slightly, ans she reached into her lap and gathered up her skirt, letting his hand come to rest against her panties.

O snuggled her into his side and began lightly teasing her through the thin material, causing her to bite her lip as she contemplated the plates before her. She scooped up the ham, a haze of bliss settling over her.

~~~Two Months Later~~~

Liza stepped out of the limo, heart fluttering in her chest. O (whose name, to her amusement, was actually Bob) had turned out to be rich, much to her surprise, and their dates had grown ever more extravagant while she struggled to keep her relationship secret from her family. She wasn't sure how they'd react to finding out that she spent so much time in the company of a predator, much less that she had the best orgasms of her life while up to her elbows in his mouth. For their two month anniversary, he'd planned something special, and she looked forward to finding out what her beloved Master had in mind.

She fiddled with the collar around her neck as she walked up the driveway of his modest mansion (the thought of those two words together always gave her a giggle.) The Master/pet relationship had started about two weeks in, and she had to admit that that she was much happier knowing that she was owned and cherished by the wonderful naga. She stepped inside the door and pulled her dress over her head, hanging it up in the closet in the front hall, before kicking her shoes off to join it. Wearing only panties, she padded softly through the house, headed for O's den, stomach leaping and churning with anticipation.

"Master, I'm he-" her voice failed her, and her jaw dropped open as she poked her head into his den. He was curled up on the flagstone floor beneath the comfort of his heating lamps. Eyes rolling nervously, breath whickering, a feral alpaca, mare, and foal stood in a pen next to him. The sight of the horses was enough to make her weak in the knees, knowing where they were going; but the alpaca, the animal from which her kind had been uplifted, nearly brought her to orgasm right then.

O grinned at her and beckoned her over to him. "Come, little one. I want our guests to enjoy their final hour."

She walked over to him in a daze, pressing up against his warm torso, moaning softly as his hand groped her ass through her panties, as he leaned down and kissed her gently with the mouth that would so soon be filled with living creatures. His tail slid around her and lifted her into the pen, placing her under the colt. Her eyes widened as she realized that both the colt and the mare were tied to breeding posts, and a surge of excitement flashed through her at the realization of the depravity her Master wanted from her.

He slithered into the pen, taking his place behind the mare. His hands slid gently over her flanks, as he crooned softly, "The mother for me, the son for you. You know, these are Arabians? Worth more than some supercars, these two." his smile widened and her sex clenched. "Like eating gold."

The tip of his tail caught her chin and pulled her face into the colt's sheath, forcing her to nuzzle it. Moaning softly, she lapped at the soft flesh, feeling the first stirrings of the young horse's cock peeking out, pressing against her lips. Her eyes never left her Master's as she felt the thick tube of horseflesh grow and expand to fill her mouth, to slide down her throat. O groaned at the sight, his own massive cock sliding forth to writhe in the air for a moment, before being plunged into the mare. The animal whinnied in surprise as she was penetrated, the sound sending bolts of lust through the young girl as she sucked and laved over the cock she was deep throating.

As O began to thrust, she watched his tail slip over and curl around the feral alpaca. Her eyes widened as the creature was lifted up in one smooth movement, it's head buried in her master's maw before it could make so much as a whimper. She sighed with pleasure as she watched him lift the struggling animal clear of his unwitting mate, preventing the mare from realizing what was occurring just out of her line of sight. He reached up and took hold of the creature with his hands, his tail uncurling from it as he tilted his head back. He gulped, and the alpaca's neck slid into his mouth, slurped up like a noodle. Liza nearly forgot to breath as she watched the creature's head make an impression in O's throat, bulging it outward, legs kicking wildly as it fought to escape its doom.

O's tail curled around her waist in an echo of the way the feral alpaca had been lifted, and Liza nearly came again. The blunt tip of his tail curled up the inside of her thigh and pressed her panties into her sex, using the thin material as a rough condom that teased and tormented her soft lips, drawing a squeal of pleasure and want from the girl. The naga chortled around his mouthful, the feral alpaca's forelegs pressing back against its belly as its shoulders worked their way into the naga's throat. Liza felt his tail tugging, lifting her, and she went limp, allowing him to pull her off the juvenile equine cock in her throat. Panting, she felt herself being turned around, and a second later, the blunt tip of the colt's cock was pressing against her opening. He eyes widened and she shuddered in pleasure as her master used her as a flesh light, sliding her down onto the colt's cock, and keeping her gently suspended over the floor. He began sliding her back and forth, her small breasts jiggling, his tail coiling around her arms to pin them to her sides, using her to fuck the young horse.

She whimpered in ecstasy, turning her head to rest on his coils, luxuriating in being an object for his pleasure, watching as the feral alpaca slid halfway into his mouth, his throat now bulged out obscenely around it. As she listened to the soft, panicked whickering of the mare, the grunting and whinnying pleasure of the colt, and the squelching of her sex around the colt's cock, she felt it flare inside her. A second later, pulses of heat jetted into her womb as the colt's dick locked into place inside her. She cried out, orgasm finally overwhelming her, her body writhing with pleasure. She came back to herself in time to watch as her master gulped down the hock of the feral alpaca, giggling deliriously as she watched her distant cousin slide to its final doom. The colt's cock softened and plopped out of her, and her master backed away from the mare as he pulled her out from beneath the young horse. A second later she was pressed against his belly, feeling the alpaca inside him squirm feebly, watching as the last of its legs vanished.

Her eyes widened as he lifted her up to slurp at the mess in her panties, his long tongue curling around and under them, into her, as his snout nuzzled into her through the wet cotton. She squealed and shuddered, tensing helplessly against the coils that entwined her as she felt O's lips engulf her ass, felt herself slip into his mouth just as easily as her distant relative. He sucked on her like a lollipop for a few seconds, before tugging her free, tongue holding her panties in place so she slid out of them. She squirmed a bit to glance over her shoulder as he liberated the small garment from the tip of his tongue and pressed it to his nostrils, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of aroused girl and musky colt cum. A hand fetched...something, a little cube of white, and pressed it between her swollen lower lips. She found herself being placed in front of the colt, her paramour's thick tail shifting to pin her knees back, spreading her open. Her eyes rolled back as the colt nuzzled into her, thick tongue curling inward to lap at the sugarcube, the salty of its own cum just as alluring.

She heard a frantic whinny, and just barely managed to get an eye open in time to see the mare's back legs being lifted off the ground, powerful hooves sliding into the naga's mouth. Her eyes were rolling in panic, but the faint whickering was being muzzled, a thick cloth gag forced into the horse's mouth to prevent her from spooking the colt, who happily lapped and nibbled at the tender flesh in front of him. Liza was biting back her own cries of pleasure and pain at the rough treatment, both enjoying herself, and terrified of how much she was enjoying what felt like getting eaten. But it was all for her master's pleasure, and so she kept a rein on her impulses and held as silent and still as she could while the colt had his way with her again. As he enjoyed the taste of her, all oblivious, his mother was being slowly devoured ten feet away. The mare was struggling against the hobbles that held her down, fighting against the massive constrictor's powerful body lifting her up. Her flanks had vanished into those ravenous jaws, and her belly was being consumed an inch at a time as O's lips crept up her body.

The tip of O's tail curled away for a second and returned with a little squeeze bottle. The colt whined in annoyance as he was pushed away from his treat, the bottle slipping in to take his place. Liza bit her lip as something sticky squirted up into her, the bottle emptying under the tight constriction of her master's tail, and she caught the scent of honey on the air mixing with her own scent. The bottle dropped and O's tail tip vanished for a moment, while the colt dove back into his private feast. She was gritting her teeth against the intensity of the rough appendage, when something blunt and muscular pressed against her rear opening. She was unable to hold back a squeal when O's tail tip started forcing its way into her, stroking up and inward, pressing the flesh inside her pussy to the fore so that harsh tongue could get at it more easily, massaging her from the inside of milk the honey steadily out of her for the eager colt.

The mare was almost gone by the time LIza had the presence of mind to look up again, and lust surged through her at the sight of her beloved Master so casually devouring a living creature, a valuable living creature, simply because he could. O was bent over, and she could see the outline of the horse, pulled taut against her hobbles, body extended as though she was in mid gallop. He had reached her shoulders, and with a casual flick of his hand, he popped the bolt that held the hobbles closed, capturing her forelegs in his hands before she could kick him. As Liza felt her second orgasm approaching, O lifted the mare over his head and gulped, forcing her forelegs out straight up, even as her head thrashed wildly. He swallowed twice more, and only her head and the tips of her hooves were outside him, the rest of her so tightly held within his powerful form that it looked as though the mare simply had skin the color of the naga. Two more sharp gulps and the mare was no more, save for a final, truncated scream when he reached into his throat and pulled the gag free, only a split second of sound escaping before he closed his throat around her.

O laid back and watched the colt nurse at her clit and cunt for a few minutes, stroking his throbbing erection as he twisted onto his side. Liza was able to trace the feebly struggling outlines of the alpaca, and the still vigorous fight of the mare in his belly, and the sight brought her to the edge of cumming. Her cunt felt raw and bruised from the colt's eager ministrations, and that harsh tongue just kept dipping into her over and over. Tears were sliding down her face at the pain, but she could barely hold back her orgasm at the lust and hunger on her master's face. A small part of her knew he was looking at the colt, but the rest of her was thrilling to the fantasy that he might simply disregard the colt and devour her. After all, the colt was worth a hundred times what she was worth, and O had hinted that he preferred his prey to be aware of their demise, rather than the simple instinct of the baser animals.

His tail pinned her to the side of the pen as he shifted around. Without any more warning than that, he struck, and Liza screamed involuntarily. His mouth engulfed the flank of the colt, who began screaming and fighting to get away from the predator. O's tail snatched her away from the young animal just before it would have bitten her, and she screamed again as she found herself impaled on the naga's cock, his tail tip still stirring her ass. Honey and horse spit dribbled down her thighs as the heavy snake member plunged into her to the hilt, and she grunted as O rolled back, holding her against him as he began to fuck her. She could feel his two earlier meals thrashing inside him through the gut behind her, and looking up she could watch as the screaming, flailing colt was dragged to its doom. O's tongue flicked out from under it rapidly, tasting his prey as he chewed lightly to get more of it into his mouth. After the appetizer and main course, the small colt was barely a struggle for the experienced predator, and he was halfway through his meal before he'd thrust into Liza more than a dozen times.

Her eyes glazed over as she felt the colt's back hooves against her scalp, straining to kick through the thick predator, barely more that a lump that distorted his outer hide. Inexperienced at fighting, the colt had tired himself out by the time O swallowed his shoulders. Liza came violently as she heard his screams settle down to soft whimpers, felt his body pressing against her from inside her master. O swallowed hard and took the colt deep into his throat, the last of it vanishing with that one harsh gulp. He sprayed into Liza as she convulsed on his cock, the abuse her cunt had been put through in the last hour only making her pleasure stronger as it mingled with pain and subservience.

She came back to herself curled up on her side, O coiled in a loose ring around her, his head resting between her thighs. She squeaked as his tongue flicked out and tapped her clit, and shuddered when she felt it slide inside her to sample the mixture of honey, girl juices, and snake cum pooling within her.

"You know," his voice rumbled through her, reverberating out from her core, "it may have been a mistake to sweeten you up so much. You taste like the perfect dessert."

Liza shuddered again. Without thinking she lifted her foot and placed it at the edge of his mouth. "Then eat your dessert, master," she whispered.

He all but froze, only his tongue moving, and that slipped out to flicker at the sole of her foot, sampling it. "Really?"

Her words caught up with her, and she realized she wanted it. If it would make him happy, she would love to feed her master the most precious meal she could: herself. "If it pleases you," she whispered, smiling.

O grinned wide and she trembled at seeing that maw between her legs, knowing he intended to make good on his occasional tease. His head whipped to one side and captured the foot she'd offered him, then the opposite to claim the other. She bit her lip, and slid her hand down to touch her aching cunt, hissing slightly at how raw it was. But she wanted, needed to go out with a bang. She brutally forced three fingers into herself and screamed at the explosion behind her eyes, a wave of pain filling her that somehow made her wet. She grunted and sobbed as she jerked and stabbed at her aching flesh while the heat and wetness of his mouth engulfed her ankles and began to slurp up her calves. It was a nightmare, it was a dream, it was horrifically exhilarating to watch her master eat, knowing that it was her body satisfying his hunger.

He growled around her knees and his mouth worked, forcing her legs together, threatening to trap her hand in place between them. She panted, starbursts exploding behind her eyes and between her legs with every shift, so oversensitive was she. She locked eyes with her master as his lips crept up over her thighs, and moaned, "E-eat me, M-master," a throaty tremble shaking her voice as she shivered in terror and lust, "ea-eat m-me all u-up l-like a g-good f-food s-slave."

He chuckled around her, and his mouth engulfed her cunt, trapping her hand inside her, his palate pressing down and grinding it into her roughly. Her eyes rolled back and she screamed again at the bolts of agonizing pleasure crashed through her. As his tongue forced its way into her alongside her hand, stretching her already gaping cunt out further, she came, flooding his mouth with honey, both girl and bee. He an appreciative noise and swallowed twice to get it all, sucking her in up to her breasts in the process. Liza's vision cleared momentarily when his lips reached her shoulders, but the steady squeezing of his throat was forcing her to fuck herself wit her hand, and it was all she could do to whisper, "Thank you, master," before he engulfed her. Sliding down his throat, she was forced to another painful climax as her air started to run out. As the blackness rolled in, hypoxia redoubled its force and length, and Liza was ejected from life on a symphonic explosion of pleasure, pain, and oxygen deprivation.

O managed to force himself to locate the remote and stop the cameras recording, the film he'd intended to be the other half of her present now a trophy of and memoriam to the girl he'd enjoyed so much. Groaning, wanting to sleep after such a massive meal, but knowing his responsibilities, he slowly slithered to the front hall closet. He fished around in her purse and pulled out her phone.

It was locked.

Sighing, he scooped up the whole purse and made his way into his den again, chuckling at his bulk, unsurprised that his sprightly little playmate would find a way to keep playing even after making the ultimate gift. He looked up her phone model.

Her phone didn't support the PreyFirst.Gov app's "emergency unlock" feature.

He rubbed his temples and started rooting around in her phone. Then he went back to the front hall closet and searched the rest of her clothes. No wallet, no emergency ID.

O leaned against the wall and groaned. Great. No way to report her eaten using the normal channels, no way to make a paper report to the cops without some form of ID, and she'd been notoriously grumpy about even letting him take her picture. He slipped back into the den, feeling both annoyed at Liza for the care she'd taken to be untraceable, and at himself for allowing her to do so. He scooped up her panties and slithered over to a cabinet. Opening it, he hung them on a hook extending from a plaque. He'd fill out the rest of the information for the trophy later.

He stared at the cameras for a moment. Nah, he'd just fuck with the footage, in the morn...footage. Picture! He had a picture!

Two hours later, he'd edited and uploaded Liz's first and last porn film to over a dozen porn sites, all with the heading, "Do You KNow Liza?" and a blurb explaining his predicament.

Satisfied that he'd done all he could, O gratefully slipped off to curl up for a week.

~~~Two Months Later~~~

Amelia Dominguez cuddled with her girlfriend, surfing the web aimlessly. Her family had fallen into the pattern of hunting for her sister everywhere, and she was Googling randomly. Not because she expected to find anything, to be honest; after two months, they were fairly sure her sister had been the victim of an inconsiderate snatch and grab. They didn't really think they'd ever know what had happen-

What was this?

Terri sat up and stared at her screen in interest. "Porn, Meems? You really think your sister is off doing porn somewhere?"

Amelia stared at the video for a few seconds, then clicked play. Ten minutes in, she and Terri both were squirming as they watched the feral alpaca being devoured while the alpaca girl, who certainly looked like she could be Liza, was being fucked by a horse. Suddenly, the camera angle shifted, and they got a clear, close-up view of the alpaca girl's face. It was Liza.

Unable to help themselves, the two girls watched the entire forty minute video.

Play again? it asked. Both girls were uncomfortably wet, and struggling not to touch themselves. Terri leaned over and quietly bookmarked the video, which finally snapped Amelia out of her daze.

"Mooooooooooom!"