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One of the inevitable dangers of living a predatory lifestyle on the outskirts of civilization is you might not always be the only predator out there. As nature often dictates, you’re also unlikely to always be the biggest and most dangerous. If you’re smart you take certain precautions, such as keeping your home well hidden, and always having an emergency plan in case something big, scary, and hungry decides it wants you as a meal.

As far as when you yourself are on the hunt, you just have to be on your toes. Whether you’re crouching in rocks on a mountain summit, stalking through a thick forest, or floating on thermals thousands of feet above the earth, you always have to keep an eye out for predators while searching for your prey. Being my size - about that of an adult human - trying to take on other predators has never been my focus, but being that small does put me even more at risk with the size of some of the predators on this continent.

On this particular day, circling slowly upwards inside a powerful thermal updraft, one of my occasional upward glances happen to catch a glimpse of something brown high above me. Turning my head briefly to the side to focus one eye upward revealed what looked like a dragon which I could already tell was at least double my size plummeting toward me in what any aerial predator could identify as a kill-dive.

Instinct kicked in. Wingover into a split-S, building speed toward the forest canopy below and forcing my pursuer to re-calculate her dive, giving me a few extra seconds of maneuvering room. I held close to the trees, dodging the occasional higher tops as I periodically glanced over my shoulder to see the dragon flapping powerful wings to try and close the distance. I was going to wear myself out beating my own wings at this pace, but unlike her I knew this area and I knew exactly where I was going.

Crossing over a small clearing a startled flock of birds forced me to flare and climb to avoid hitting them, and the few seconds lead I had evaporated almost instantly. As the roar of airflow over my ears diminished I could hear the bass thumps of the dragon’s wings as it approached it within grabbing distance. Without looking to check for it’s position I turned my energy into a loop overtop of it, letting out a brief, pained screech as one claw left a long slash down my left side. It wasn’t very deep, but that just made it sting worse, the endorphins and adrenaline released lending a little more strength to my flagging limbs as I turned too tightly for the dragon to follow, gaining a little room to breathe again before getting back on course to salvation.

I spotted what I was racing toward only moments later, a pair of tall trees providing the first indicator for a fast-approaching clearing. My pursuer was still trying to close the distance, forcing me to drive myself well beyond my normal point of exhaustion to keep ahead of its larger wingspan. As soon as the trees started to thin out, I dove low through the clearing, head turned slightly to see the large brown dragon follow me in, eyes on the prize. With all my flight muscles burning, I still felt a smug sense of satisfaction as I crossed near the tallest tree in the clearing and kicked my left hind-paw into what looked like an ordinary branch, but levered back out of the way in a manner that betrayed its true nature. Another backward glance saw recognition dawning, but by that point it was far too late.

When it snapped up, the snare encircled the dragon’s entire rear half, throwing it to the ground with a loud thump and a grunt of pain. I landed immediately after, just about tripping into a tumble from exhaustion and the still-present sting of the claw wound. I was back up on talons and paws almost immediately, grabbing another coil of rope anchored by a heavy rock nearby and looping it around the dragon’s front limbs while it was still dazed from the impact. The trap’s rope already being taught, the rope around the front legs would keep my former pursuer still. It was already beginning to stir as I finally took the time to get a good look at my attacker.

Head and body shape gave it away as a female, combined with the slightly higher pitch of the groans now escaping from her muzzle as she started to try and figure out what had happened. She was a smaller specimen, but still easily double my size, which only enhanced the sense of pride I now felt at having defeated her. The fur I thought I had seen during the chase was quite thick, covering most of her and thickest over the chest, but all swept back like an otter’s so it wouldn’t interfere with airflow. This close I could now also see the green symmetrical tiger stripes sweeping back along her body from head to tail-tip, which itself was all green on the end like a dipped paintbrush.

My eyes, of course, didn’t spend too long away from where I was almost always looking, and as I looked at the base of her tail I could see a nice, long slit hiding there in her fur. I was obviously going to need to take a look in there, but first I needed to make sure I finished tying her up before she fully regained her senses.

By the time her eyes could focus and she started to look around to see where she was, I had ropes staked out around her body leaving her spread-eagle in the grass below the tree, tail included. Her neck wasn’t long enough to reach her lower body, so I didn’t try to find a way to secure her neck without choking her. Her neck had more than enough range of motion to lift her head and see the predicament she was now in, and see me standing quietly nearby, my left flank turned toward her to make sure she could see the long wound she’d left along my side. I could see a little fear in those eyes for just a moment before she composed herself, and I also didn’t miss the slight twitch in the ropes as she tried to test their strength while still not looking worried.

“May I ask what you think you’re doing here?”

“We’re having a conversation without you trying to cut me up or eat me. Today was the first good day for hunting over the past few days thanks to those thunderstorms, and just when I think I can get a good meal after all this time, you try to dive on me out of nowhere. So now I’m hungry, and I’m pissed.”

“So...where does that leave us, then,” she asked after a few moments pause.

“That leaves us with you compensating me for getting slashed up and chased all over the place. And I know just the compensation I want.”

The look I was giving her clearly visible vent clicked almost instantly in her head. She was going to be in for a nasty surprise when she found out what I actually wanted, though.

That was about as far as I got on that train of thought, though, because with an odd sound not unlike a belch rising up from the stomach, her long snout suddenly opened, and a rather long and terrifying column of flame came shooting right at me. Again, instinct kicked in faster than my thoughts could react and I kicked off the round with my powerful feline legs while pounding down with my wings, twisting as I did so and tucking them back in to make as small a target of myself as possible as I looped back over her body and landed behind her head. I quickly locked my arms around her jaw and squeeze, and she immediately cut off the flow of flame to avoid burning herself. I pinned the side of her head to the grass, one talon around the end of her snout, staring at her eye glaring back up at me.

“Well, someone’s a little more dangerous than I was expecting!”

I had to strain to reach out with one of my hind paws to get to the pile of ropes I’d left out after I used them, but I finally got hold of a good length and quickly tied her jaws shut. I could hear her growling, that eye transmitting a very clear murderous intent. As soon as I had made myself safe from further flame attacks, I stood up and stepped back again.

“Well, I can see you think you figured out what I want from you, but you’re actually wrong. I’m a bit too hungry and worn out from this to be trying to mate you while you’re tied down, but I do have myself a nice food source here! Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you like you would have killed me. I’m just going to snack on you a little.”

The righteous indignation I could see in her eyes before her fire stunt when she thought I was talking about using her for my pleasure was now replaced with a hint of fear. This time she wasn’t subtle, and pulled all her limbs in toward her at once, exerting all her formidable strength. Unfortunately for her, the stakes I had used were quite long and angled out away from her, impossible to pull out, and creating a lever action against any attempt she made to dislodge them. I already knew the rope would hold just fine, and I could see the realization that both weren’t going anywhere dawning on her face as I swaggered up to her side, sat on my rump, and flexed my talons meaningfully while looking at her visible vent.

“Just in case you’re worried, this little trinket on my wrist has a bit of magic in it that’ll keep you from feeling any pain or bleeding out. I doubt you would have been able to give me the same assurance if you’d caught me.”

I looked her in the eyes again as the familiar spell rose out of my bracelet at my bidding, wisps of dark-violet energy sinking into fur and flesh, doing their work to prepare me a feast worthy of all the trouble this damnable dragon had put me through. She struggled again at the novel sensation, eyes closing and jaw tensing as she tried again to pull with all her strength, and achieved nothing more than exhaustion. The last bits of my magic disappeared into her body, and I leaned over and sniffed at her, my nares filling with the musky scent of her vent. With a quick lick of my beak in anticipation, I spread her open with both talons to look within.

What I found was a deep-pink cleft, and I was very pleased to see a slightly oddly shaped but quite nicely sized clitoris immediately revealed as I looked inside. It reminded me somewhat of stories I’d heard of what ocean mammals looked like. However, that alone definitely wasn’t going to be enough for me, and for this particular troublemaker I had a different target in mind. This time, I whispered a specific incantation to my bracelet that sunk into my own talon as I rested it on her inner flesh, and also sunk back into her. I waited for it to take effect, the spell causing her internal mucous glands to moisten her insides, and then pushed my talon inside.

My would-be predator convulsed strongly as I pushed talon, wrist, and then a few inches of my forearm into her quite pliable vagina before meeting her cervix. Not to be turned aside by that barrier, however, I steepled all my toes together and pressed against it, my magic having loosened it far beyond what would otherwise be possible and allowing me to sink my arm up to the elbow through what felt like a tight, twisting passage before eventually emerging on the other side to a surprise. Where I was used to finding my talon inside the uterus of my victim, this time my talon bumped into what felt like a thin vertical membrane. Further exploration revealed a pair of deep, muscular pouches on the other side of her cervix, which could only mean one thing. Of all things, this dragon had two wombs like a horse or a cow.

I was grinning with glee at my discovery, at this point, and given how she tried to struggle again with my arm still inside her, she did not like the look on my face at all. She was almost too busy trying in vain to free herself to notice the sensation of my pointer claw poking through her flesh right next to her cervix, but that quickly made her stop and her head come up sharply and stare down at her own belly. I knew she couldn’t feel any pain from what I was doing, but whatever she was feeling clearly just felt wrong, and I could see more fear in her wide-eyed look as she now had to helplessly watch while feeling my talon start to rotate inside her. I ably performed my usual contortions to work my claw all the way around until her flesh was completely severed.

That done, I gripped the cut-off part in my talon-tips and started to slowly worm my foreleg back out of her, a wet sucking sound coming from her folds and canal as she tried to clench down and halt whatever I was doing. Her efforts were in vain, however, and she suddenly stopped and groaned loudly with her eyes clenched shut as her normally tight cervix released my hand but then was stretched around something else, not as wide but seemingly very long. Her eyes were still closed as my wet and sloppy foreleg emerged from her vagina, then my talon, and then the start of something bright red that rapidly divided into two somethings. She didn’t look back up again until that cervix was suddenly bumped into by something much bigger than the long, smooth passage she’d so far been enduring. Her head jerked back up to see what was going on just as that large obstruction cleared her cervix, navigated the strange tight passage beyond, then cleared out of her vagina to follow her fallopian tubes with a wet slurp. I grinned smugly at her as I held up her now disembodied uteruses, fallopian tubes, and ovaries, the whole package glistening in the sunlight filtering down through the tree.

I made sure she was still watching as I held her former wombs right up to my beak and slowly inhaled their meaty, delicious scent. I stuck my tongue out a little and licked the wetness off the one closest to my beak before readjusting the fleshy organs so I could sniff and lick at her ovaries, strangely pale looking and dangling off the end of their tubes. I squeezed one with my unoccupied talon, feeling the pleasant texture of what was inside and what would soon be sliding down my throat. I could see the fear and dismay in her eyes even though she kept growling in what she clearly thought was a threatening manner. She was definitely a strong one, but I wondered how strong she’d be acting when she woke up alone later with all the fresh memories of what she’d just lost.

I had my beak open to make some kind of quip about what I had done, but my stomach growled loudly, and I decided I’d get the point across just as well by just filling myself with my prize. I turned my head to the side so I could keep one eye on her through the entire process, and while holding that eye contact I brought the severed end of her wombs up to my beak and clamped them firmly inside. Then I threw my head back and started the familiar jerks anyone who’s watched a bird eat would expect, her bright red and veiny wombs disappearing into my throat, followed by the thin strands of the fallopian tubes. She started growling again as her ovaries landed in my beak, and I turned back to face her so I could wink before knocking those back too, an obscene bulge showing in my throat as the hefty egg-banks slid down my throat.

By this point I felt quite pleasantly full, and the earlier chase and evasion was becoming a distant memory as the need to take a nice-long nap to digest my huge meal started to nag at the back of my mind. Before I did that, however, there was one more part I wanted. My favorite part.

“That was great! There’s just one more thing I need from you, and then I’ll let you go. We’re almost done here…”

I reached back over to her vent with my already wet talon, spread it open with my right one, and carefully rubbed one toe over her clitoris, making sure not to accidentally scrape anything with my claws. I had considered retracting them with my bracelet, but this way would work just fine thanks to her anatomy. I could have just taken it as it was, but this attempted hunt of her’s just happened to have occured in the middle of spring in this region, and I was hoping that would work to my advantage.

Just as I had hoped, as much as she was still growling and trying to fight the ropes, a slight flesh was appearing on her flesh, semi visible under her brown fur. Her breathing started to pick up, and as I watched, her clitoris began to swell and darken in color as my gentle massage had its intended effect. I could feel myself getting hard as well, my average sized length sliding free of my sheathe, though I could worry about that later. First, I was going to have my dessert.

As soon as I had judged her fully erect, I gave that long ridge of flesh a teasing squeeze, and then a moment’s thought I pulled my talons away and just spread her more widely open. I was going to take this one the “traditional” way.

I leaned my head down, grabbed her swollen clitoris tightly in my beak, and pulled. Her growl got something like a keen mixed into it at the wrongness of the sensation that caused, her pleasure button stretching out from her body before the base attached to the inside of her vent came loose, leaving the head of her “worm” firmly in my beak as I kept up the tension, drawing on what was still hidden inside her. Against her own will it seemed, I could detect a slight shake of her head as I leaned back harder, and with a muffled snap from inside her I rocked backward as a long, dark-red, fully engorged and veiny shaft quickly slurped free from inside her and dangled from my beak. Whereas most of the ones I’d yanked out were about half shaft and half roots, this one was almost entirely shaft and had a small group of four roots at the end, kind of in pairs. It looked very exotic, and to me, absolutely delicious.

The look in those angry green eyes was quite enjoyable as I kept the tip of her former clit in my beak, and grabbed the other end in one of my talons, stretching it out so I could get a good look at it, my eyes crossing slightly. Having harvested quite a few of these, I was always curious as to the differences, and whereas the numerous mare ones I’ve taken had a thick glans topping a slightly narrower shaft, this clitoris was a uniform thickness all the way back. Thanks to my trusty bracelet, it was preserved at full engorgement as usual, veins visible all along the surface from the blood still trapped within, warm and dripping fluids. I took a deep inhale, readying my palette for the treat I was about to consume as my victim let out a muted roaring noise and yanked at all her bindings again, making no progress once again. I knew she could see the mirth in my eyes as I dropped the roots, letting her former pleasure worm drop back to dangle limply from my beak.

I deliberately took my time slowly swallowing this treat, just tilting my head back and allowing it to slide back on my tongue until it reached the back of my throat, swallowing it little by little until the roots disappeared into my beak and then it was gone, dropped into my stomach to be food for me, never to give its former owner that pleasant tingle she enjoyed so much. In fact, without her wombs or ovaries, her days of breeding were completely at an end, whether for reproduction or for pleasure.

I almost had a prance in my step as I got up, slight bulge showing in my belly as I walked around behind her head, picked up a thick length of branch, and gave her one sharp strike to the temple to render her unconscious. I made sure to check her to make sure she wasn’t otherwised harmed, and when I found her to be breathing normally I started the process of untying her from all the stakes, which would then be followed by the thankless and arduous process of dragging her heavy body far enough from here that she wouldn’t be able to track back to my home.

The pleasant fullness in my belly had me whistling a tune as I worked, though, willing to endure a bit of exercise now that I was so well fed. That trusty escape snare had served me well once again, though with how filling this dragon only twice my size had been, I found myself thinking about enlarging it to catch larger prey. One of these days I was probably going to bite off more than I could chew - no pun intended - but until then I was going to keep hunting the big ones while they foolishly thought they could hunt me.