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The raven suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, but couldn't quite comprehend his surroundings. The first feeling to set in wasn't panic, or fear, or worry, or anything of that sort; it was simply... confusion. As far as he could tell, he was on his own; shouting out "where am I" or "help" would make him feel kind of stupid.

His talons tack, tack_ed on a smooth, brushed metal floor beneath him - and he turned around a few times, and discovered himself to be enclosed on all sides by a thick, resilient sort of glass, almost as if he were a specimen being studied in a test tube. That's okay, though; he _was a bird, after all. He could fly.

...that is, he'd be able to, if the diameter of his enclosure had been enough to allow him to. Which, it wasn't. So that presented another problem for him to ponder. This glass was way too smooth for him to climb up... and now that he'd thoroughly extinguished all two of his ideas for escape or at least finding out where the hell he was, he could start to feel the panic set in.

But then:

"Ah! You're awake."

Surprised, he spun around - and around again - and then around in the other direction - but couldn't see anything. The somewhat raspy voice had definitely come from somewhere outside his tube, but just where, he couldn't pinpoint...

"Oh, how rude of me... look at little you, all confused... let me... turn on a light..."

A brief moment later, the click of a lightswitch being flicked carried through the air vaguely to his left, and then white fluorescent lights above him buzzed to life. It appeared he was in a science lab of some sort, except everything looked... considerably bigger than what they should be. It looked as if the desk lamp a few feet (was that the right measure of distance?) away from the enclosure stood about as tall as the highway overpass the raven had driven under just the other day... well, he _thought_that was just the other day. Really, he couldn't remember much of anything. He _did_remember, however, a rather vivid dream of a large, scaled predator, holding him down, breathing into his ear...

...and... when he turned around again at the sound of footsteps across tile floor, he saw that very same predator looking down at him from outside the glass. Such a huge, intimidating face and grin so close to him caused him to inadvertently jump and suck in a gasp, which in turn only made that grin widen. The alligator - or crocodile?; to tell the truth, it - he - looked more like a dinosaur - tilted his head, sideways-blinked his bright yellow eyes, and flicked his tongue over his lips.

"Oh," the crocodile breathed. He was the source of that raspy voice, gritty like rough sand on a smooth surface. "Just look at you."

It took the raven a moment to work up the nerve to reply. "...What?" he managed, though promptly blushed at hearing the squeakiness of his own voice. "What about me?"

"What's your name, little one? Now that I think about it..." The crocodile straightened up to his full height, multiple times taller than the bird's little tube enclosure. This reptile wore a simple white lab apron; when he turned to the side to inspect some papers on the table, the bird could see that this was all he wore. Moss-green scales that turned to a more sandy white coursed down the beast's side, from under his arm to his hip around which the apron was tied, and then past that down his leg... "...I don't think I've ever asked you that."

"My... name?"

Those fire-yellow eyes briefly flicked away from the papers and focused on him. The almost physical heat from them caused a shiver to ripple through his body. "That... is what I said, isn't it?"

The bird swallowed. His mouth felt dry; his beak made embarrassing clacking noises when he spoke. "I... Icky. It's Icky."

This time, the crocodile stopped reading and turned his head fully to the raven. He leaned in closer; now, Icky was starting to get a full sense of just how different in size the two were... "Icky?"

"Yeah..." Unfortunately, his growing sense of panic manifested itself in rebelliousness: "Th-that is what I said, uh... isn't... it?"

Blank face, expressionless snout; and then, sharp yellowish fangs in uneven rows, bordering all sides of a wide, moist mouth roaring with laughter. The croc's scales glistened greasily in the cold light, and after a while he reached up to wipe at his eyes. Icky couldn't help but notice the long claws on each of his fingers, which he used to delicately swipe away the tears of laughter. "Ah... that's cute. But, anyway, down to business... do you know why you're here, little bird?"

"Where am I?"

"I'll take that as a 'no'..." The croc scratched something down onto a piece of paper with a pen, held carefully between two fingers out of the way of his claws. "Though I suppose I do owe you some common courtesy, as your host... you are in my lab."

"Your... lab."

"Yes, in my lab. Not - like - not my pet labrador. That was a while ago-"

"What?"

"-but, can't you see the lab apron?" The reptile's brow furrowed. "...Wait. You can see, right?"

"Yes..."

"Okay, good, that's in order. Tell me, ah... Icky... God, that name's not going to work, not for our purposes - what do you remember?"

The raven tapped at the glass, trying to see if he could crack it all. Instead of ringing like a drinking glass, or vibrating like a window at home, it just... thudded. His heartbeat increased a little. "Look, mister... doctor... just - let me go home, please-"

"Answer the question. Or would you like to be punished again?"

"Again? -Okay, fine, fine, I remember... I remember..." ...in his dream, he and the crocodile were the same size, and... Icky was on his belly, rump in the air, tailfeathers raised - there was a repetitive lurching against his backside, again and again and again, accompanied by low, breathy moans from above him, in the same raspy voice - and suddenly he felt a sharp-clawed hand grip his beak closed, felt his head tilted back, looked up to see that gaping maw again, and then there was a long, saliva-slick tongue tracing up the back of his neck, over his head, around his eyes... it was strange, but it felt like he couldn't move the parts of his neck and face that had been licked, like the muscles had been... deactivated. His wings were stuck in a spread position, and the more he focused on those, the more he felt the same cloying stickiness of saliva...

"Oh. You're putting too much effort into it."

That snapped him out of his thoughts. "What?"

A claw tapped against the glass, directly in front of him; he looked down. Only now did he realize that he was totally naked, and not only that, but remembering that dream had caused his revealed cock to stir and start to stiffen up... embarrassed, he covered himself with his wings.

"Yes, you did seem to enjoy it while it was going on..."

"What? What are you talking about?" Icky raised his voice and tried to press closer to the glass. In response, the crocodile reached his finger back out and pushed the whole tube a short distance back, knocking the bird off-balance; he fell over and landed on his rump, his nude front again bared to the reptile.

After writing some more things down, the crocodile set his pen down and went to pull a chair over. He slid down into it, spreading his legs apart and letting his wide tail hang over the edge. "I guess some doctor-patient confidentiality is in order. Or master-pet... no, master-slave is more like it." He cleared his throat. "You've been here for a while, Icky. You've been my little... experiment. Well, the 'little' part only came recently."

"I don't... follow..."

"Thought not. I'm a neurologist, see, among other things. After getting my hands on you - my claws-" He tapped them together in front of him. "-gosh, was I excited. I had so many things I wanted to try, and now I finally had someone to test things out on! First, I made sure to make some brain scans - you know, in case things went wrong."

"Brain... scans?-"

The crocodile continued talking over the bird. As he spoke, he reached out, picked the tube in which Icky was enclosed off the table, and rested it on his leg; with one hand holding the tube from the top, Icky could definitely tell that either he'd been shrunk, or this crocodile - as well as everything else in the room - had been grown to massive proportions. He shivered with the implications of both of those possibilities (if 'possibilities' was indeed what they were). "And it started out a little... iffy at first, but that was why I took the scans; if I messed something up, I could just plug you into this computer-controlled device probably too complicated for you to understand - back then you were, ah... regular-sized - and it would zap your neurons in a special order outlined by the chosen brain scan, and then wait a few hours, and, bam! Bird back to normal, confused just like when the scan was first taken, memories identical to that time, too."

Those claws tapped rhythmically around the upper part of the glass tube, five in a steady row: t-t-t-tap-tap. T-t-t-tap-tap._They really _were quite long; the reptile continued speaking, though, and held up a claw from his other hand at a distance, as if inspecting a speck of dirt caught beneath it. "Then the real fun started. I tested out my first idea, poked around in your nerves, 'rewrote' some connections, you could say... whenever any sort of saliva - except your own - made contact with part of your skin that head feathers growing out of it... well... you know what?"

He tugged the bird's tube up and turned it over. Icky instinctively put his wings out against the walls to try to stay where he was, but nonetheless ended up sliding out into the croc's waiting hand - and before he could regain his balance or try to move away, he found himself being lifted up towards that scaled snout, lips (or absence thereof; with scaled beasts it was always hard to tell) just barely curling back to again show his teeth in a twisted sort of smile...

"I'll just show you."

Icky felt himself squeeze more tightly together in defense - hell, he didn't know why; he couldn't remember ever being eaten_before - but the hot, moist breath that washed over him, that felt like it moistened its feathers already made him shiver and made all his muscles loosen up... he opened his eyes, looked towards the croc, and again saw a wide-open mouth ringed by sharp teeth, with the long tongue lifting up and flicking around. Strands of saliva connecting the roof of the croc's mouth to his bottom jaw, hanging off the tip of that tongue; one of these was the first to touch his wing, and when it did, he instantly felt that wing freeze up at his side. He tried to move it, but couldn't - and then the tongue itself, an odd texture being smooth and rough, between squishy and firm, but _definitely slick and wet with that dripping saliva, curled up around him, sealed both of his wings to his body... he squeezed his eyes shut-

-and then felt a pair of claws close around one of his legs, yank him out, and hold him upside-down in the air. Relieved, he breathed out a sigh and tried to shake off the sticky drool - but couldn't.

"I made it so that whenever saliva touches you..." The crocodile traced a claw through one of the thick spots of drool on the raven's wing. When he pulled it away, another loose strand linked the two; he flicked it away. "...it essentially tells the nerve connections in your muscles to turn off. Can't have you squirming around on your way down, now, can we?"

"What? Squirming? On my- what are- y-"

"Let me tell you, little bird, before I shrunk you down to this size..." The crocodile lowered Icky to the chair, resting the raven against his leg rather close to his crotch; because of his diminished height, the raven could very easily see up where the apron curved up over his legs... "God, you were... something. At first, of course, you were just like you are now: 'oh, no, let me go', 'I wanna go home, where am I', blah blah blah. But, after a while, after a little bit of conditioning... oh, all I had to do was look at you, or tell you to turn around, and you'd get right_down on your knees, lift your tailfeathers for me _or my dog..."

The crocodile lifted his apron with one hand and brought the bird closer with his other. Icky instinctively tried to turn away, but found he couldn't; the side of his body ended up getting pressed up beside the reptile's genital slit, glistening pink flesh just barely visible inside. "You had a tight, tight rump, I'll tell you that, Icky. Though I had to revise my formula and your nerves on my first test, because... well, with a tongue beneath your tail, everything suddenly froze up, and... that wasn't any fun. Not for me, at least; Rufus, my dog, still enjoyed you. Oh, that reminds me, I tried a different brain scan for this time: tell me, what _was_the last thing you remember?"

While speaking, the crocodile kept one finger beside his slit, rubbing at the smoother, slightly-warmer scales there; Icky could smell the slowly strengthening aroma of reptilian musk, and each time he looked over, saw a little bit more of the crocodile's length slip out from that slit. And, yet, the little raven could do nothing to move away, what with this other sharp-clawed hand holding him there. He swallowed and tried to ignore it. "A... a dream."

"A dream? Is that what it was?"

"About... there was you, and... there was... me..."

"Was I railing you?"

A hot blush warmed his face, hotter than the one that slowly burned because of the knowledge of this crocodile pleasuring himself so close to his face. Icky could already tell that at his full length, the cock next to him would be a bit larger than his whole body... he nodded, unable to say anything else.

"Yes, good. That was the last thing that happened before that scan. So, my first experiment - negating your muscles, blah blah - was a success, so I moved on to my next one, as well as the one after that, since they go hand-in-hand. If something went wrong here, though, it'd be all over - and I didn't really want to be the one to face the consequences... so after setting everything up, after shrinking you down - I could also explain that, but not only would we be here a while, you probably wouldn't understand-" Here, he pushed Icky closer to his slit, out of which had protruded the pinkish length that he know gripped in that hand. It drooled sticky pre just as the croc's tongue had drooled thick saliva. "-and making sure it was all in order... I fed you to my dog."

That sentence... didn't... quite register in the raven's head. Really, he couldn't think of much other than the heavily-scented reptilian shaft slowly being stroked so close to him... finally, though, he swallowed and turned his eyes up to the croc's. "You... fed...?"

"Yes. Set you in his food bowl - you were the perfect size! - and then he came along, sniffed at you, licked you across your back... of course, that made you freeze up. He batted you around, lay down with you, and... this is great... held you down between his legs with his front paws, while humping against you. Must've been fun to have a hard dog cock pumping against the front of your body and against your face, huh? You were..." The crocodile lifted his hips up into his hand, then slowly settle back down. His breath rattled out between his teeth in a slow sigh. "...aroused. Once he'd finished - you had a knot about as wide as your body pressed up between your legs, and feral dog cum all streaked across your feathers - he got up, licked his mess off of you, and then... well, grabbed you between his teeth, tilted his head back, swallowed you down."

The fingers wrapped around that cock stretched out, grabbed the raven, and tugged him up closer so that the side of his face grinded against the pulsing flesh - he closed his eyes and tried not to breathe the heavy scent-

"Of course, once that happened, all I could do was wait. Don't get me wrong, I was a little concerned: after all, what if it all went wrong? However, when Rufus scratched at the door to do his business, I let him out, followed, knelt down behind, and... well. There you were, fully intact, not digested. Sure, you were a little... mucked up... but it seemed like you had a fun journey; when the dog was finishing, you never once took your eyes off of his pulsing, clenching tailhole, just a few inches above you. Pup was about to clean you with his tongue and swallow you again when I picked you up and brought you to be cleaned off. I wasn't about to put you_in my mouth after _that, you understand... gave you a hot, soapy bath, just like any responsible dog owner does with their pet's favorite toy, and then decided it was time for me to try."

The crocodile lifted Icky back up to his face, and dragged his tongue up along the bird's side - across where the liquid musk from his cock and his pre had soaked into his feathers. The raven shivered.

"Now, let me tell you: I have a soft spot for cute birds. A few, actually... one here-" he opened his maw wide, held Icky precariously close to his fangs, and pointed at his tongue with his other hand. "...one here-" He lowered that hand back to his front and traced a claw up along the side of his genital slit, still-hard length holding his apron off to the side. "-and then one... here..." And he lifted up a little and pressed a finger under the wide base of his tail, right against the supple, ridged pink flesh of his tailhole. "And, you know what? You fit _perfectly_in all of those places. Rufus, too; he and I like to enjoy ourselves every once in a while, so I'll sometimes take you in my mouth, roll you around, get you all nice and slickened up... and then I'll call him over..."

Icky swallowed. He didn't like it (his mind didn't, at least; his body was still showing a considerably different reaction), but he was remembering something.

"'Hey, Rufe, it's playtime'... and I'll turn him around, lift his tail up - maybe get him nice and lubed, too, with my tongue if I'm feeling adventurous - and then, just..." The crocodile turned and held Icky sideways. "...slide you into him... feral rumps are amazingly supple, you know. You aren't the first toy for him to take, but the ease with which you went into him still surprised me. Almost as if you _wanted_to be there. Ah, sometimes I'll forget where I put you, but then good old Rufus will remind me... or I'll bend over him for a quick release, and instead of smooth, squeezing tailhole around my length, I'll push right up against a wriggling, panting bird lodged under his tail..."

Now, Icky didn't remember any of that, but he did have a strange sensation of knowing what it felt like to have warm, moist walls of flesh squeezing him on all sides, rolling him around, pressing against him...

"Yes, I always made sure to clean you off if you got dirtied up. That's just common courtesy, both to you and to whoever's gonna swallow you next. I kept you in that state of mind for quite a while, Icky - oftentimes before I'd wipe your memories and start over to observe the effects, but... God, you became a real slut for being swallowed, you know? You wouldn't ask to. You never would. But you sure as hell wouldn't complain if I picked you up and held you over my open mouth. You'd pretend-struggle, you'd play at being frightened, but you always hardened up instantly - and _not_because of the saliva thing - and you'd shiver with excitement rather than fear... I guess it feels really good having a tongue curl up around your body, rub against all of your sensitive spots, huh? Feels good to slide down a tight throat, into a warm belly? Or do you prefer getting squeezed out afterwards, knowing it'll be a short time before you're used and reused again? Because - Rufus is always really excited to get his favorite toy and snack back."

As this crocodile spoke about these things more, Icky started to recall more shards of memory, and they all made him feel rather strange. Here he was, held in the open air above a crocodile who looked much, much_larger than him, when in reality _he was the one who was much smaller; his wings were stuck at his side simply because they had been licked; and this crocodile had apparently swallowed him before, eaten him, for him to come out perfectly fine - and the same went for his dog. Icky shuddered to think about just where else he'd been put as a toy, though he felt pretty certain that he already knew.

"It's a real pleasure," the crocodile went on, "feeling you get squeezed around down there... you know, deeper than any toy can reach. Any inanimate ones, at least. You? You make the whole course, you love it, and sure, you'd come out a little dirtied, but luckily when it comes about time for that to be done, either me or Rufus would have a full bladder, too, so we'd just... wash you right off. Sure, you'd still stink, but dogs don't really care about that. I at least like to let you breathe for a while, but if I don't watch him... ah, Rufe will come right over, do whatever business he wants - whether that's just marking you as his, or if he wants to empty his balls over you as well - and then pick you up, usually to just snack on you later. You're a tasty bird, you know. That's why I think it's such a shame that you're called 'Icky'... but, I guess that's what I get for never asking your name until now."

"I hardly remember any of that!" Icky was now suspended upside-down by one foot, clutched between the crocodile's fingers. He spun slowly in the air in front of the scaled snout, and every time he came to face him, it looked like he was a little bit closer - and it looked as if the crocodile were slavering a little bit more.

"Of course you don't. All of those happened in different scan files - think about different saves on a video game."

Saves on a video game. That's what Icky was to this crocodile - a game, something with which to have fun, something to enjoy. 'Enjoy' in a few senses of the word; the beast flicked his tongue out over his lips and again brought the bird closer.

"Would you like for me to show you just why you enjoyed being swallowed so much? Sometimes I'll dip you in warm broth, or drizzle you in some sort of sauce... 'cause, lemme tell you, when I get to you sometimes you're soaked in dog piss, or cum, or both, and that doesn't make for quite a good taste. But, I still get hungry. I am right now. In fact, that's the whole reason I came back into here, and then I saw that you were awake! All these memories just went and got me worked up, too..." He lowered his other paw back down to his cock and squeezed it. "But, a snack is a snack, and _you're_today's snack..."

The crocodile leaned his head back and opened his maw wide again, and held Icky over it for a brief moment before dropping him. All the raven could see was sharp yellowish fangs, glistening reddish-pink gums, a long, dextrous tongue continuously flicking and moving around, strands of slick saliva connecting tongue to cheek, roof to tongue, tooth to tooth... and then, just a fraction of a second later, connecting bird to everything else in that mouth. Warm, wet, squishy yet firm; he landed right in the middle of that tongue and wriggled around, but his muscles wouldn't listen to him.

As he tried to pull himself out, that tongue just pulled him deeper down towards the back of the croc's mouth - and then the jaws closed and surrounded him with stuffy, humid darkness. He couldn't see anything, and for a moment, the panic subsided - but then the back of the tongue on which he lay suddenly rose up and pushed him back, and he was pressed against the flesh of the back of the crocodile's throat, which yielded to him, and was then tugged down, down the smooth and contoured esophagus. Icky stretched his head back, tried not to let himself sink all the way down - but soon he felt the walls roll up over his chest, over his shoulders, over his head, and the darkness somehow got thicker...

The crocodile leaned back in his chair and felt the large lump of a bird slide down his throat, like taking too big a bite of food and not chewing well enough before swallowing. Which, sort of, was what happened; it was an odd feeling, sure, slightly uncomfortable, but pleasant nonetheless. He could feel the bird's - what did he say his name was? - struggling weaken, could feel the small vibrations somewhere in his upper chest, and then in his stomach... and he continued stroking his length, already planning out what he'd do with the raven once he came back out.

Maybe he'd clean him off and then slide him right back up under his tail - clenching around the bird caused him to squirm in the most wonderful of ways. Or, as he heard his dog pad into the room from down the hall, they could share in the fun...