FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A Predator’s Awakening

Valerion sat in his usual seat, waiting for class to begin. University-level history had a tendency of being quite dense, but thankfully, it hadn’t started yet, which meant that he had a few moments to simply let his mind wander. The drake glanced at his classmates, a mixture of other mythicals like himself – mostly dragons and gryphons, but with a few more exotic species like a manticore in the mix – and a few of what they called terrestrials. The average animals without mythological properties, all quadrupedal like himself and equally intelligent. Well, some more so than him. Valerion, or Val as he preferred to be called, was smart; he just wasn’t quite at the top of the class.

Today’s class was supposed to be about how they all ended up in the same world and the differences between them. Though they lived in perfect harmony, there were still some strange and important differences that they had to wait until university to learn. Only the basics had been taught so far: the mythicals had appeared one day in an event that had seemed quite cataclysmic but hadn’t turned out that way. And that was all he knew; apparently the differences weren’t really significant before they had reached adulthood. That was when the more unique cultural particulars started to kick in.

Valerion didn’t really feel terribly different from the terrestrials, for his part. His friends were mixed across both types. Most of his childhood friends had been mythicals, but since then he’d made plenty of both types. But the differences were, he supposed, what the class was supposed to get into.

He glanced over at Calleis, a gryphoness and one of his earliest friends, who sat a few positions over. She looked focused, her attention entirely on the reading material that Val hadn’t even cracked open yet, and as usual, her outward expression showed nothing else about what she was feeling or thinking. They hadn’t done anything together, but that wasn’t to say he didn’t want to. At least, he thought he did; just looking at her like this made him feel that familiar tingle of arousal and hunger; a stirring in his loins, a little stiffening – that’d quickly progress to his cock slipping out of his slit, fully hard, if he didn’t look away – and salivation. The gryphoness just looked so delicious, and Val felt like he could just eat her.

Figuratively, of course. Though he was aware that people sometimes simply ate each other. That was the whole predator and prey relationship, and the lecture would talk about that too. The idea was quite pleasant, but at the same time, strange.

Just then, the professor walked in. He was an older hippogryph who Val had met a few times, Astraeus. Val didn’t remember him being quite so hefty, though. His belly looked stuffed and swollen, and nearly dragged on the ground as he walked. Val was sitting in the back and still heard his stomach rumble. Either he had some sort of stomach problems, or he’d had a massive meal just before class.

He looked horny, too. His cock was peeking out, as if the professor was doing his best to not let it all the way out. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Val had heard of other places where everyone had to both wear clothes and not show any signs of sexuality. He couldn’t think of a lot of things more oppressive than that.

The professor burped. “Um, excuse me. Yes, so we’re here to…” he began, taking a deep breath. “Talk about the Conjunction, and the differences between mythological and terrestrial culture. Really, do excuse the burping. I might have overeaten ever so slightly.”

To say the least, Val thought. But it was a surprisingly hot sight. Val had always been pansexual, but he’d never thought his professor looked hot. Not until today, with that heavy belly. The drake found himself wondering about just what the hippogryph had eaten. Or who, though it was hard to imagine the mild-mannered Mr. Astraeus doing that.

He began to explain everything, starting with the basics. Originally, the world had been populated only by terrestrials, he told the class. One day, there had been some sort of extradimensional “Conjunction” where two worlds briefly overlapped. Scientists still weren’t sure how, and it hasn’t happened since, but it had left thousands of mythicals stranded in this world. Originally, there had been some conflicts, but they’d quickly learned to live together quite peacefully. Similarly, he speculated, some terrestrials likely ended up in the other world, but they had no way of confirming, and the event predated exhaustively written population records.

By now, his cock had slipped all the way out. Val couldn’t help but get hard too, somewhat shyly touching himself underneath his desk. Masturbating in class was allowed, but it was seen as a mildly embarrassing surrender to lust in a space dedicated to far more cerebral matters, so he tried not to be seen even as his tapered shaft poked the underside of the desk, leaving a wet trail of precum across it. He shifted ever so slightly.

“Now, there are, as you know, certain cultural differences between mythicals and terrestrials. Nothing major, but yet, quite noticeable things,” Mr. Astraeus continued. He seemed to struggle not to touch himself too. For a professor to do it in front of class, that was inappropriate, though not because of the sexual aspect. Rather, because it ate into paid teaching hours.

“Terrestrials often view us mythicals and our lifestyles as hedonistic. I would admit that is true, even if there are, of course, exceptions. We tend to focus more on pleasures rather than material gains,” he explained to the class. “And yes, before any of you ask, that does include sex. Of all types. With anyone who consents to such things. This is the primary reason it’s not told to those not yet of age.”

He took a deep breath, again. His belly gurgled, again. Val found it so strangely attractive, though perhaps not in a way that meant he was attracted to the professor. Rather, he wanted to know how it felt. Eating whatever he had eaten seemed to be quite the aphrodisiac, and his cock throbbed visibly underneath him, tapping against his belly.

“Such pleasure-seeking is, of course, not a positive or negative thing, but simply a variation in priorities,” the hippogryph said. “Terrestrials have always been free to engage as much or as little as they want with that side of our typical culture.”

He took a little pause, watching the class for questions. Nobody seemed to have any, though several of them – including a few of the females – seemed to be squirming too, perhaps fantasizing about having the slowly greying hippogryph mount them. If Val had to guess, anyway. Or maybe it was that belly.

“Now, those pleasures do go beyond sex. As you all know, sometimes we… well, we eat those who wish to be eaten. Or we are eaten. This is the whole predator and prey relationship that I imagine most of you have heard about. Again, all are free to engage as desired, but a few of you are certain to turn out as one or the other.”

“Won’t being eaten mean… we die?” someone called out. Val didn’t see who.

“Well, if you want to consider it in the darkest possible sense, yes,” Mr. Astraeus answered. “But it’s generally viewed as becoming part of someone else. Not a negative thing. Most parents don’t mind if it’s what their offspring choose. A happy ending, free of suffering, and contributing greatly to someone else’s success and well-being.

Val rubbed his cock a little more. He rather liked the idea. He couldn’t really imagine himself doing it, but somehow, it appealed to him. But then, a thought dawned on him; the professor’s belly – had he just eaten someone before class? A student? A fellow teacher? Suddenly Val’s mouth felt dry as he thought of it.

Or would he prefer being prey? He wasn’t, or at least, didn’t feel like, the dominant kind of predator who could just do that. But that was, he knew, how most of his people – the mythicals, not merely dragons – lived.

“If you’re wondering about how you could possibly swallow someone as big as yourself whole, well, it’s one of the unique gifts that we mythicals carry, coming from a different world with different rules. There’s nothing scientific about it; if you want to eat someone, you can. Your maw will be large enough, and so will your stomach. We haven’t entirely figured out how it works, but it’s quite a well-established phenomenon, almost certainly magical in nature.”

He continued his lecture for a little longer, talking about how the terrestrials had learned to accept, admire, or in some cases even desire to be part of their strange customs and culture. Often, though not nearly always, this meant that they’d end up being eaten. And as the professor emphasized, loving it, even considering it an honor. The act was fairly casual, as was sex among mythicals.

“Of course, if none of that interests you, you can also simply indulge in the lesser pleasures. Mate freely as you wish, there’s no shame in that either,” he explained, and then burped again. “My apologies, really. Big meal. But as for our culture, you’d already know that, given that several of you are already masturbating in class.”

That was a little embarrassing. While Val was somewhat hidden in the back, several of the other males nearer the front blushed fiercely, every species from dragons to plain wolves, and Val’s gryphoness friend most of all. She certainly was no prude, and generally what they were doing was acceptable, but it was another thing to let their horniness distract them from learning.

“Right. So, in the future, try to pay attention. You might even decide if you want to be predators, prey, or neither,” Astraeus noted.

He went on for a little while longer, detailing the finer aspects of their differences, and Val zoned out once again, thinking more about everything that had been said. He wasn’t a greatly motivated or power-hungry drake despite his red scales; maybe he’d just be prey, if it came to that. Or maybe he’d just ignore the entire system and spend his time breeding a few gryphonesses instead.

“…and that’s largely all there is to it,” Astraeus concluded, and Val realized that he’d been caught in daydreams for about half the lecture. “Valerion, I’d like you in my office after class.

Oh no. He’d actually noticed that Val hadn’t been paying attention. Well, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, the drake told himself, as everyone slowly got ready to leave the classroom. He packed his things – including the limited amount of notes he had managed to take despite the growing distraction of his horniness – and then left the classroom with them. Only whereas everyone else was heading home after the last class of the day, he followed the hippogryph to his office on the second floor.

Once there, he laid down with a heavy sigh; the kind of sigh someone very well-fed might naturally make once finally off his feet. His belly still bulged.

“So, Valerion. What are your plans for life?” he asked plainly. “In regard to the class, assuming you heard a single word I said given you were grinding against your desk.”

“Um, I don’t really know.” Valerion replied, hesitating with every word. He hadn’t really considered it. Hungry as he had felt during the lecture, he didn’t really have it in him to eat someone, or so he felt at that moment. “I guess I could be prey for someone.”

Being prey was a default, of sorts. That was all the reasoning he had.

“You seem a little aimless, is all,” Astraeus replied. “I’m not judging you, but I’d like to propose something else. Oh, mind if I, as you younger people say, jack off? I need to release some pressure. I don’t mind if you watch.”

“S-sure, I guess,” Valerion said, taken aback by it as the professor began to lazily stroke his rock-hard cock.

“Mmh, just pretty pent up. I ate someone just before class, one of my old friends, and I’m still digesting him” he groaned. “But yes, I think you should- I think you bear all the markings of a real apex predator. I saw how you reacted in class.”

“Y-you mean I should… do what you did?” Valerion asked. His mouth felt dry again. He had never thought about any of this much before today, not beyond a vague disinterest that was perhaps closest to just being prey.

“Mhm. Now with t-that said, I wouldn’t be- begrudge- nnh, f-” the professor groaned, and then came. He came hard, soaking his own chest with what looked like entirely too much cum, drenching himself in warm, pearly white cum with each impressive jerk of his cock. He kept stroking himself throughout it, and once again, Val could hear his belly gurgling, as if he was digesting whoever he had devoured directly into cum.

It seemed like a shame to waste it like that, but Astraeus seemed beyond himself with pleasure, milking his cock and balls dry with feverish, jagged strokes until he finally slumped back down and let out deeply satisfied sigh. His belly looked smaller already.

“Sorry for my lapse in composure,” he eventually chuckled. “Devouring someone always leaves me with a hair trigger… you wouldn’t believe how good it feels. And then deliberately wasting every drop of them. Mm.”

“How could it feel that good?” Val prodded.

“Well, mmh, as I was saying, I wouldn’t begrudge you if you choose to be prey, or even if you don’t engage in that dynamic at all. But I’d highly recommend that you try out being a predator. See how you like it. Remember, if someone wants to be eaten, wants to become part of you for you to use as you wish, there’s no harm done. It’s entirely normal,” he explained, grabbing a tissue to wipe himself dry as best as his largely quadrupedal form would allow.

Val was rock hard thinking about it. And well, perhaps from watching the normally very composed professor erupt like that. It had to feel heavenly. But it wasn’t as if Val had anyone in mind who’d both let him eat them and who he’d also want to eat. Not yet, at least.

“Give it some thought. I do think you’d make for an excellent predator for those who want it,” Mr. Astraeus added, standing back up once he was somewhat clean, or if not clean, at least dry. His belly had already shrunk enough so that it didn’t risk dragging on the floor as he walked. “It might even give you the energy to pay more attention in class.”

With that, Valerion left, making no effort to hide his swollen cock. He’d already been called out on it enough for the day. It was a decision immediately left him feeling flustered when he ran into Calleis in the hallway.

“You look pretty worked up,” was how she greeted him, in her usual playful, chirpy tone, and he could see her eyes briefly focusing on his undercarriage and cock.

“Well, I mean, yeah. Mr. Astraeus gave me a lot to think about,” Valerion replied.

Calleis raised a feathery eyebrow. “Wanna talk about it? Was it about what he said during the lecture?”

“Y-yeah, but maybe not here. A private room?” he asked.

The university had plenty of rooms for classmates to talk with each other, mainly intended for group projects, so there was nothing stopping the two from slipping into one and closing the door behind them.

“So, what is it?” Calleis asked, her purple eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Are you going to be prey?”

She seemed entirely too excited about all of it, to the point that Val was surprised. “N-no, I mean yes, no. I was kind of thinking about it, but the professor said I’d make for a good predator,” he explained, in that pressured cadence of trying to explain a lot in the shortest possible time.

“And do you think you would?” she prodded further. She was standing so close that Valerion could smell her. A gentle, floral fragrance with feminine hints of musk and arousal. “That you’d make for a good predator?”

“I don’t know, but I’m willing to try it, I guess. If I find someone to, um, devour,” he replied, after a moment’s thought. “I’ve never really thought about it, how I'd do it or where I'd even begin, though he said it’d come naturally.”

“If you do, I want to be your first,” the gryphoness exclaimed, much to Val’s shock. His eyes went wide at the proposition.

“You want me to eat you? Just like that?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure. I mean, I know I want to be prey,” she admitted. “Like that’s just going to be my role in life. I was hoping we might get eaten together one day, but if you’re to be a predator, then it’s your prey I want to be.”

That was a lot to take in, all at once. A complete emotional overload that left Valerion staring at her blankly. Yes, he’d always wanted to be with her, and he had hinted at it, but she had never been interested in a relationship. Was it all for this reason?

“You’d be fine with that? I mean, you have a whole education and everything, don’t you have any goals you’d want to reach first?” Valerion asked.

“Not really? I’ve always known my role is to just to be someone’s prey once I’m old enough for it,” the gryphoness shrugged. “I thought you were like that too, but maybe it’s better if you aren’t.”

“How can you just know that? What if you fall in love? What if-” Valerion started. It wasn’t that he wasn’t fine with Calleis’ decision, but he wanted to know for sure.

“I’ve already fallen,” she chirped. “For you. And that’s why I either want to be eaten together, or to be eaten by you.”

“You… me?” Valerion stuttered. He couldn’t get the words out. “But you never wanted a relationship!”

“I’m prey,” she sighed. “There’s no point. Just one moment of pleasure and that’s it. Maybe I’ll be reborn as a predator one day. Maybe not. I’m fine with it either way.”

Val’s head was spinning. He didn’t know what to think, and so he requested that Calleis let him think about it. He knew this was how the world worked, he knew that he felt a growingly familiar hunger when looking at the gryphoness, but he had been daydreaming of a whole life together with her, not just this.

Sure enough, he spent the entire rest of the day deep in thought, wrestling with his instincts and feelings. The thought of eating his childhood friend just like that was confusing, causing hesitation and arousal in equal measures. Initially, anyway. But the more he thought about it, the more that latter emotion grew dominant. If he was a predator, wasn’t it only natural for him to act like one? Furthermore, it wasn’t as if he’d lose Calleis; she’d become part of him to some degree, in a way even more intimate than partnership.

Of course, they wouldn’t be able to talk or mate or any such thing, but maybe that was fine, if it really was what she wanted. He thought about how it’d feel as her body slid down his throat, and found himself growing surprisingly excited by it; a strange hunger-twinged lust welling up inside him. And so, he made his decision; he’d embrace being a predator. He’d ask Calleis if she was sure one last time, and then he’d eat her.

Just like that.

The next day, he met with Calleis again before class. She seemed excited; more excited and animated than Val had seen her in a long time, and not just that; she smelled aroused, like she was truly exhilarated and aroused by the thought of finally becoming prey, as she said she wanted to be.

“You’re still sure it’s what you want to do?” he asked her, one more time while they had privacy before the first class.

“Yep. Easily. No doubt in my mind,” she chirped. “I want it to be you.”

It still felt a little strange to Val that it was such a casual thing, but then, he had felt rather the same before he’d talked to the professor about it. Like he wouldn’t really mind getting eaten given his rather aimless life goals. But now, with his words in the back of his head, Val felt that growing hunger again. He made up his mind.

“I’ll do it, then. After we’re done with school for the day,” he told her, and she gave a happy trill as she heard it, showing absolutely no doubt or hesitation.

With the decision made, she was incredibly affectionate from the moment they sat down to listen to another boring lecture, this one not really anything that either wanted to or could pay attention to, not with Calleis’ paw finding itself on Val’s slit beneath the desks almost as soon as the professor began talking, her blunted talons even slipping into him to coax his cock out. He kept his mouth shut, moaning only under his breath as he began to swell and slip out again.

He had never seen Calleis like this, wild with desire and giving up any attempt at keeping up appearances, but then, maybe she didn’t feel like she needed to. She wouldn’t be attending anything tomorrow, after all, or ever again. And so, she indulged in his body under the desk.

Soon she had her dexterous digits wrapped around Val’s shaft, and she stroked him in tiny little motions, making sure to keep him just aroused enough to stay hard, while not allowing him to cum. The professor – a different one, this time – droned on about mathematics or something else that seemed very unimportant today, and even though Val knew he’d regret not paying attention, the gryphoness was successfully teasing forth a whole different part of him. Something primal, something strong. Something hungry.

She didn’t let up, either. Instead, her talons kept squeezing, pumping, and teasing him until he was right on the edge and leaking over her digits, his eyes tearing up as he tried to at least pretend to keep his attention on the lecture.

“You can’t cum yet,” the gryphoness whispered to him. “But you will.”

Maybe it was her last little play at being dominant, but she seemed to enjoy it all too much, taking the moment to reduce the drake to a trembling, whimpering mess before fully submitting herself to him in mind, body, and soul.

And sure enough, for the remaining two hours of class, she did dominate him until he was quietly begging for release. It wasn’t before the professor finally concluded that she let go of his cock, offering him a sly half-grin as Val was forced to walk out of the classroom with his thick, ridged cock bouncing beneath him.

“What was all that for?” he hissed once they were outside again.

“Just getting you ready. I want our first and last time to be special,” Calleis smiled. “Now let’s go. I’m done with classes for the day.”

Not just that. She was done with classes altogether, having told her parents that she’d finally become prey, and they had, as almost all mythical parents usually were, been happy for her getting to live out her desires. She even told him as much, and so they left for the local park with their tails curled together, and Val’s belly rumbling with hunger in anticipation of what’d soon happen.

It was unusual for any mythicals to have only a single set of parents. Usually, the community took care of the offspring, as had always been their way. Calleis had been raised since birth by only two gryphons, but not much else was different; they were still perfectly alright with her being eaten. It was no surprise, Val figured. In away, becoming part of someone bigger and stronger was an honor, wasn’t it? If not an honor, at least it was a good way to end your days in pleasure.

A little walk later and he was all alone with Calleis, in a secluded little part of the park, where a patch of trees hid a pond from view. It wasn’t that any of what they were about to do was frowned upon to do even in public. Val just wasn’t sure how to do any of it, but it turned out that the gryphoness had the perfect idea for how to whet his appetite even further.

“You could eat me first,” she grinned. “You know, eat me out. Might as well end my days with as much pleasure as possible. And looking at you, I think you could use a blowjob.”

She nodded towards Val’s almost painfully hard cock – which was entirely her fault, and she knew it – and before he could reply with anything at all, she pounced on him, a different kind of hunger in her eyes than his. Lust; pure needy lust. She bowled him over with surprising strength and leaned down to nuzzle into his lower mane with her beak, inhaling his musk greedily. It was one of those irregularities of his body that he had sometimes been self-conscious about: a tuft of red fur around his slit. But as it turned out, all those worries had been for nothing.

“Mm, you smell perfect,” she purred, her tail coiling around Val’s neck and her dripping pussy ending up just above his snout. Her breath hitched as she breathed in his musky scent, letting it tickle at her nostrils. “So masculine. I almost can’t believe we thought you’d end up as prey like me.”

He could smell her need, too, with her juices dripping onto the bridge of his muzzle. She didn’t just smell needy, but receptive, fertile, and deeply feminine. For a moment, he wished he could’ve simply bred her instead and filled her belly with his eggs, but this was what she wanted. And beyond that, it was evidently what he was destined for.

Val craned his neck and planted his snout firmly against Calleis’ dripping slit. His tongue snaked out on pure instinct to caress along those slippery lips, and she shivered with pleasure at the touch. At the same time, she parted her soft beak and traced her own tongue over Val’s glans almost worshipfully, tasting the precum slowly oozing out just as he tasted her juices. She was delicious, he realized, or at least her sex was. He wanted her. All of her. His hips bucked up and the tapered head of his draconic cock pushed into her maw, warm and throbbing.

She, in turn, swallowed up every inch, wrapping her tongue around Val’s cock and letting it squeeze around the shaft, every bump and ridge. He moaned again, muffled by the soft folds of her pussy against his mouth. He hadn’t had any sex for awhile now, and already felt like he was going to blow entirely too soon, but he fought it back, wanting the one and only moment he’d ever have tasting this part of the gryphoness to last. He opened his mouth wider and took as much of her entire mound in as he could, working his tongue over her clit and then, into that hot, clenching, and welcoming passage. Her nectar tasted wonderful, successfully kindling the appetite that about half of all mythicals had. Her own mouth on his cock distracted a little from it, though, even as he drooled while licking every inch her insides, tasting and suckling on her stiff little clit, and savoring every drop of her lust.

Soon, they were both trembling with excitement, bodies quivering in anticipation of not only their approaching orgasms, but of the much greater pleasures that awaited in the afterglow. Young and wound up as they were, it was obvious that neither was going to last long. Both were leaking like faucets, Calleis’ pussy was already trying in vain to milk Val’s tongue, and his cock twitched in her mouth as he teetered just on the razor’s edge of his climax. Despite what pleasures awaited them, they didn’t quite want the moment to end, as it’d be the only time they’d ever get to experience it together.

But that was simply how things went. Predators ate, and prey was eaten. And right now, Val was eating. He thrust his tongue as deep into Calleis’ clenching passage as he could, savoring the way her sweet nectar coated and soaked into his tastebuds. She tasted wonderful, just like Val had always imagined, but there was more to it than just sex. There was an appetite, the same one that had been stirring inside him since yesterday, now growing more and more prominent, demanding that he fill his belly.

Just then, the gryphoness’ throat clenched hard around his cock, mirroring what he’d soon be doing to her entire body, as she swallowed. Val screwed his eyes shut as another jolt of pure carnal euphoria shot through him. As much as he wanted the moment to last, Calleis’ teasing had already had him on edge, and now with her tongue dancing over every firm inch of cockmeat that wasn’t lodged in her tight, squeezing throat, it was hopeless to try to resist.

And so, he didn’t try to.

Val let out a muffled roar. Suddenly his pleasure spiked. His back arched, his hips thrust, and the world went blank with pleasure. His ears rang, even, as he came, flooding the gryphoness’ mouth with his seed. She, eagerly, pushed herself deeper onto his cock, letting it slide into her very throat, and the next few warm spurts of cum shot directly into her belly. She rumbled happily around his shaft, ending that vocalization as she reached her peak too, with her juices in turn splashing over Val’s snout and soaking his tongue in her distinctly feminine flavor. Together, they drank every drop of what they could offer each other, trembling and shivering in their little private moment of pleasure, muscles clenching and relaxing in the throes of their orgasms.

Once Val began to soften, Calleis made sure to keep nursing on his cock until every drop of cum had been drained from his balls, and then pulled off with a satisfied smirk, and disentangled herself from him. It was time for what she truly wanted. She hopped off and rolled over onto her back in the warm grass, laying there as she gazed at her lover, and in the same drake, her predator-to-be.

“Thank you. A little snack for me too,” she smiled happily, a dazed expression in her eyes, and licked her cum-stained beak as if Val’s cum truly tasted delicious to her. “Now, make me your prey.”

Val clambered onto all fours, panting, and goaded on by her words. He really wasn’t sure how he’d eat the gryphoness, who was almost the same size as him, but with intent came possibility; neither of them were fully bound to the laws of physics the way that terrestrials were. He laid at the gryphoness’ paws and stuck his tongue out, tasting her again, only in a much different sense, this time. For a moment, he stayed like that, teasing Calleis until she was squirming.

But eventually, his hunger and her impatience to be eaten overpowered the young pair. He opened his maw once more, only wider this time, much wider, and swallowed up the gryphoness’ back legs. They didn’t look like they’d have fit, but they did, and she squirmed with excitement as his throat squeezed around them, reassuring her that she’d finally get what she wanted. It felt equally natural to them both.

The drake stopped thinking about how it was possible, perhaps a little afraid that reality would somehow reassert itself, and simply focused on the sensations; swallowing to pull her a little deeper into his mouth with each motion of his throat and licking to tease, pleasure, and reassure her. Not that she needed reassurance; the whole process seemed to be beyond exhilarating for the gryphoness.

His mouth stretched around her calves, and his tongue wetted them with his saliva. Another near-convulsive contraction of his throat brought her in all the way to her down-clad thighs, where Val took a moment to lather them with feathery little licks, leaving Calleis even more worked up as he caressed that sensitive skin beneath the down.

That was, perhaps, the most delicious part of her. One more swallow, and Val's lips stretched almost around her flared hips. While his hunger only grew by the time her back paws began to reach his stomach, Val couldn’t miss the opportunity to softly kiss her pussy goodbye, teasing the already overstimulated slit with his draconic tongue. A clench coated his tongue in her juices, adding further seasoning to the meal that she was quickly becoming.

Val held her there for a good moment or two, simply lavishing her sex, thighs, and hips with attention, before instinct drove him to swallow hard yet again. His maw and throat stretched enough that her hindquarters were swallowed entirely, and she moaned out with even deeper excitement, as if her entire life had been building up to this point. And maybe it had; Val certainly felt himself grow more and more ravenous, with buried predatory instincts all revealing themselves at once.

He could feel his insides clamping down around Calleis now, dragging her deeper with each contraction. His belly rumbled with anticipation, growing more spacious to allow her to eventually be comfortable nestled in there and then turned into part of him.

“Keep going, please keep going,” she squawked. “I want this.”

Not that she needed to say that. Val gripped her waist and pulled her deeper yet, feeling her lower half reaching his belly. It was strangely euphoric, an intense, fuzzy warmth washing over him as he prepared to fully eat her. Down to her belly, now – she wiggled playfully and even let out a chirping giggle as his tongue brushed over it – and deeper yet. The moment seemed to stretch on, just like his body did, and the intensity of the moment grew with each passing second.

How had Valerion ever felt satiated eating normal meals, when this felt so much better? Of course, he couldn’t do it all the time. But this was what he was born to do; the professor had been right, he realized, as his drooling soaked Calais’ feathers on her way down into his increasingly heavy gullet.

Not much left to go. He stretched his maw even wider as her ribcage reached his mouth. He was well past the point of no return, now; there was no real way to get Calleis out even if she started regretting it, but of course, her conviction never faltered. If anything, she moaned as Val’s throat squeezed around her once again. She tensed up, in fact, and shuddered. Was she cumming from this? It felt like she was, though her moans were more like pleased little whimpers with the drake’s body squeezing the air from her lungs. She barely managed to keep her wings close to her body as she quivered with pleasure, already halfway down Val’s stomach.

She’d probably cum several more times before she was gone, and that turned Val on even more too, to the point he had to grind his rock-hard cock against the grass just keep himself somewhat focused. Each time he swallowed, that pressure and need both grew. He was breathing heavily, every part of him working on pure instinct now. Briefly, he wondered how it really felt for Calleis. A pleasant, snug, warm embrace inside him, with every inch of her soaked with his saliva, her back legs already well inside his belly? It definitely didn’t seem to hurt, and her lower body wiggled inside him as she tried to grind her drenched pussy against any part of him that he could.

One more swallow. Only Calleis’ head remained outside now, and it was the last moment they kissed, with Val’s tongue delving into her beak to tangle with her own, one last time. It was a passionate farewell, one that had her squirming again as she disappeared into Val’s hot, humid body, his maw finally closing behind her as she was fully embraced by that slick warmth that she had always longed for. She couldn’t move at all anymore, not with Val’s throat and then his stomach constricting her, but Calleis didn’t mind. She loved it; it was everything she had ever dreamt of, and Val knew it, feeling her curl up inside him and simply wait, shivering weakly, for her breath to run out so she could finally become part of the handsome drake.

He slumped down onto his side, taking in just how overwhelming the moment was, letting the feelings wash over him like a tidal wave. He felt fierce, and yet, he was so full he could barely move. Calleis was gone, of course, and by now his stomach was loud as it worked on digesting her, on making her forever part of him. From what Astraeus had told – and shown – him, it wouldn’t be long before he was unfathomably horny, and he already felt it. Not only had the act turned him on, he could feel his balls slowly swelling up with cum like they never had before.

Was that really how it worked? Was whoever he ate digested to make him more potent, more virile? It felt like it. Val made a mental note to ask Mr. Astraeus about it next time he saw him, but for now, he could only gasp and wheeze as certain parts of his overstuffed body felt fuller yet.

It was all he could do to not stroke himself right then and there, and most of the reason was that he couldn’t immediately reach his cock, not before his stomach shrank a little. It rumbled again, happily.

And so, he simply laid there. With his first prey eaten, Valerion didn’t know what to do. He felt, all at once, fantastically good, even euphoric, and yet with a bitter sting of saudade, sonder – a nostalgic longing for his childhood friend, now gone and part of him. A sense of being perfectly aware of how the whole cycle of society worked. Some were predators, others prey. It was simply the way of things, and everyone consented to it.

Yet of course, he was also horny beyond belief. The sadder feelings were slowly fading; after all, she had wanted this. If not him, it’d have been someone else. That, and his bloated, gurgling belly felt amazing. At first, Val only wanted to lay down and enjoy digesting his friend, but then, he remembered that it was a Friday. Friday meant gaming and movies – usually porn – with his friends, and he was already a little late!

Thankfully, they gathered in a bigger dorm room not too from the park, right next to his own, and so, Val got up again with a groan, waddling towards where they’d be. Feeling his stomach slosh and drag felt strange, but definitely not unpleasant. Heavy, to be certain. By the time he had finished the short walk over, he was panting, nearly wheezing with exertion.

His three closest friends were naturally already there. Aethel, a green dragon, Nessus, a hippogryph, and Lucine, another gryphon, much like the one he'd just eaten, except that he was a male like the other two. They’d known each other since childhood too, and when Val walked in, it was to the sight of them watching porn together, all three of them leaned back and stroking themselves. As usual, really. Ah well, beats trying to focus on a game in this state, Valerion thought.

“Hey, look at you. Had a bit too much to eat, did ya?” Lucine laughed the moment he saw Val enter. “Hell, ate an entire restaurant by the looks of it.”

“W-well, kinda,” he admitted.

“Wait, wait, you… you ate some_one,_ didn’t you?” Aethel exclaimed after a moment’s observation. “How was it? Who was it? Come on, tell us all the details!”

Before Val could reply, his belly rumbled loudly the instant he laid down. And of course his cock was rock hard, to draw even more attention to himself. “S-sorry about that,” he groaned. “Just… sorta how it gets, I guess.”

“Naw, don’t be sorry. I mean, we’re all predators, I think. You’re just the first to actually do it,” Nessus laughed, in his squawking tone. “And that’s kinda cool as hell, honestly.”

“The details!” Aethel insisted. “Yeah it’s cool but I want to know how it feels. Does it really make you that horny?” he asked, nodding towards Val’s painfully hard shaft.

“Y-yes, it does,” Val replied. “It’s sort of like… I dunno, it’s like they’re digested into cum or something, I feel insanely pent up.”

“Wow, that’s pretty interesting. You look like you’re pent up, I mean, just look at those balls,” Aethel chuckled. He reached out to cup Valerion’s balls casually, and they were substantially larger than they had been, almost the size of tennis balls, clad in the single patch of fur on his body as always. Val blushed a little at that, though he certainly felt like an alpha, a true apex predator just like his professor had told him.

He could also understand why Mr. Astraeus had been so eager to stroke his cock that he couldn’t even wait for them to finish their conversation. Oh, he could understand it alright. It was just about impossible to resist with how horny he was in the bloated, gurgling aftermath of his first foray into vore.

“So, who was it? Anyone we know?” Lucine asked, his friends quickly growing impatient.

Val realized he’d just have to tell them. “Remember Calleis?” he asked the others. “She was my first.”

“Calleis? That gryphoness? Goddammit, I wanted to fuck her,” Lucine exclaimed. “Dammit. I guess I gotta be faster.”

“She didn’t really want to fuck, just thought of herself as prey,” Val told him, working up his best, masculine bravado. “Though she did suck my cock before I devoured her.”

“Oh, that’s interesting. I can’t imagine wanting to be eaten, but I guess it makes sense if some of us want to eat them in turn,” Aethel shrugged.

“So, porn, then? I wonder how much you’ll cum,” Nessus asked, impatient as always and already trying to stroke himself to the paused movie. It seemed like little more than an average sex-flick, with some dragoness currently getting mounted by various species, but that was all they needed, full of raging hormones as they were.

And nobody needed as little as Valerion, who found himself moaning out loud the instant he touched his cock. His professor had cum pretty damn quick, and it with was with a bashful embarrassment that Val realized that he wouldn’t need much longer either. After that meal, he turned out to have such a hair trigger.

But did he really want to “waste” the cum that had, or at least he thought it had, once been Calleis? Wouldn’t it be a better way of remembering her if he pumped it all into some other gryphoness and knocked her up? That way, her legacy could at least live on. Yet, despite that brief doubt, the hedonistic drive of the mythicals was strong, even overpowering, and so the dragon, with feather-light little touches, pushed himself towards an inevitable climax.

He came almost immediately, without even having to look at the movie. Val let out a groan as his entire body tensed up and his cock throbbed heavily, even as he blushed at just how quickly it happened, in just a few firm strokes.

“Wow, you’re cumming already?” Aethel laughed, but what followed was impressive enough that all three roommates turned their attention to him rather than the movie.

A massive rope of cum erupted from the tip of his draconic cock and splattered over him. Then another, and a third. It was so voluminous – easily three times more than he’d normally pump out when masturbating – and both thick and warm where it soaked his scales. Amidst the waves of pleasure surging through his body from his jerking, bucking cock, there was a brief sense of guilt at “wasting” the load, but it felt far too good to worry about. In fact, it felt fantastic to let it all out, and he kept moaning shamelessly as he stroked, throbbing again and again. With each spurt of cum, his belly shrank a little again, as if Calleis had indeed been turned directly into wonderfully potent, rich cum. Cum that he was now painting himself with in a display of utter wanton hedonism rather than putting it where it belonged, deep inside a fertile dragoness.

One gush of it landed on his snout, and Val instinctively stuck his tongue out to taste it. He was no stranger to tasting his own cum, but it had always tasted fairly bland. Now, it was suddenly intense. The flavor was hard to describe, but was closest to a kind of carnal, primal muskiness. It tasted like virility itself, in a strange but incredibly hot way.

By the time he had fully emptied his balls, Val realized that all of his friends were staring at him. He shrugged, tasting another lick of his wasted load.

“W-wow, yeah, I guess if it feels that good,” Nessus gasped. All three of Val’s friends were somewhere between dumbfounded and deeply impressed. “Came like a horse. Or a firehose.”

“Smells pretty strong too. Like, all musky,” Aethel noted. “I guess eating someone really supercharges your virility?”

“Should’ve put it inside someone,” Lucine butted in. “Kind of a shame to waste it like that.”

“Maybe, super hot to watch though,” Aethel replied. “So kinda worth it.”

Val was a little surprised as he found himself exhausted but not going soft. In fact, he remained almost as horny as he had before, with his belly gurgling and rumbling as it worked on digesting whatever remained of his friend. “I don’t think I’m done either,” he chuckled weakly. “It’s kind of amazing, I guess Mr. Astraeus was right.”

“Oh, he told you to be a predator? That explains a lot,” Aethel replied. “I always thought you’d end up as prey.”

“I thought so, too. But now… well,” Val said, taking a deep breath. “I could get used to this. You guys should try it.”

They all nodded somewhat in unison. The three of them were just as hesitant as Val had been at first. They all nodded somewhat in unison. The three of them were just as hesitant as Val had been at first. Of course, it was entirely possible that some of them would be prey instead. Val didn’t know, maybe he would end up eating one of them some day, and as he thought about that his cock shot back up to full hardness again, almost compelling him to stroke it once more. This time, though, he had a little more self-control, able to lean back and watch the movie, imagining himself in place of the drake on screen mounting a dragoness and pumping every last drop of his cum inside her.

Maybe that’s what he’d do next, when the next prey volunteered. Oh yes, the fantasies swirled in his head again. He’d use that increased virility to breed someone, to rut them full of his cum and ensure that their belly swelled, while also leaving some offspring to, in a way, remember his prey by.

Someone’s paw touched his rumbling, bloated belly, rubbing it. He didn’t turn to look which of his friends it was, but simply accepted the touch as a kind of admiration, purring happily as he quickly stroked himself to another orgasm, and this time, one by one, the four males came, each splattering themselves with cum in the throes of their fantasies of breeding and eating. And then, they did it again. By the end of the night, Valerion’s belly had almost returned to normal, though a little bit of soft chubbiness remained, perhaps as something for him to remember Calleis by.

In spite of that, he felt hungry again. Maybe, between his friends and classmates, word would spread – hopefully quickly – and more would offer themselves to him. The drake couldn’t wait to fill his belly again.