Flattening New Jersey
Disappearance
So when Theo came in and seemed to be a perfectly normal, well-adjusted individual, Shira raised an eyeridge. Hir magic did not come cheap and none came seeking the services of hir kind without something specific and exotic in mind. The ice dragoness wasn't a fool; shi knew everyone wanted something. "What can I do for you, sir?" shi said, respectfully yet mischievously. At just two inches tall, the minidragoness would have been hard to see if shi weren't sitting on the edge of the desk, but from there hir iridescent scales glistened and hir magically-amplified voice carried easily to the lion sitting in front of hir.
"Shrink me," Theo said, without skipping a beat, "So I can take you more easily." The request was unusual, but not unique, as Shira had previous experience with size-changing magic and the unusual lovemaking it allowed. It wasn't even the first time someone wanted to mount hir and such requests were becoming more common as the number of dragons willing to tolerate other species dwindled. Hir curvaceous form only increased the temptation, as shi was quite well-proportioned. The lion was not lacking in appearance either, though; Shira couldn't quite place his origins, but he could easily have his pick of the ladies. It just seemed he was in the mood for something a bit more unusual.
"Just how small do you wish to be, my feline friend?" Shira mused, "Size is always relative, of course. What you consider small would still be dangerously large to me. What I consider small you likely couldn't even see. Tell me, Theo, just what size do you wish to be shrunk to?"
With an ever-broadening grin, Theo simply lifted a paw and brought two fingers together until they touched. The message was clear: he wanted to be as small as the dragoness could make him. It was risky, but shi'd done potentially lethal things to clients in the past and, in every such instance, the sheer volume of magical energy was enough to sustain life through the impossible. "Strip," Shira commanded, "Then climb onto the desk with me. I see no reason to even leave the office if all you want is to see the world from a new perspective." Even as shi continued speaking, Theo started to remove his clothing, gently setting it into the chair he had sat in. As soon as he was naked, the lion climbed onto the desk and onto his fours.
"Good, good," Shira purred, starting to weave hir spell. Hir wings shimmered with color, glowing steadily brighter as shi prepared to reduce his size. Given hir ability to draw energy out of air and use it at will, shi had an unparalleled ability to do what shi wished, regardless of how impossible it seemed. Thus, when shi flapped hir wings and energy started flowing into the lion, his size dwindled rather quickly. Each flutter reduced his size by nearly an eighth, bringing him steadily lower to the desk. The dragoness had to move out from beneath him after a few moments, but shi didn't stop until he was just six inches tall, barely triple hir size. He couldn't get off the desk now without help, leaving him effectively trapped with the herm.
From here, the dragoness' body did all the talking; shi got onto all fours hirself and raised hir tail, grinning back at the diminutive lion. Theo, for his part, wasted no time in running toward hir. Though he wasn't hugely endowed, he was quite thick, which made the dragoness feel that much tighter. Both groaned as the tight, slick flesh gripped Theo's shaft. Being an ice dragoness, the herm's slit was oddly cold, but that just drew more blood to the lion's length and further increased his sensitivity. He bottomed out in hir before he could push the entirety of his shaft inside, though, causing him to grumble disapprovingly. "Smaller," he said.
With a grin, Shira responded by simply rubbing hir wings against him, which allowed the energy to transfer even more efficiently. In a mere second, his size was halved again, allowing him to slide the rest of his shaft into the herm. In response, shi ground hir hips against his, hir wetness soaking into his fur, while his pre helped warm hir body. Slowly, but steadily, shi rocked against him, shifting hir body to allow him to enter hir at a different angle every time. But shi also knew that he wanted to be smaller still and continued to weave hir magic; with every thrust, another fraction of an inch dropped from the lion's height, allowing hir to pull him more tightly to hir body.
Once Theo was down to hir size, Shira slid out from under him and rolled the cat over, allowing hir to playfully loom over him. Shi crouched down over his face, rubbing hir slit against his nose to intoxicate the male with hir scent, driving him into a mad lust. Satisfied that the lion wasn't going to stop until he'd achieved at least one orgasm, shi slid down his body until shi was straddling his length and pushed it into hir once more. With hir on top, shi could simply squeeze him with hir thighs, ensuring that he filled hir completely.
Even now, Shira continued to shrink the feline, who squirmed as he looked ever further up at hir. Each thrust went deeper into Shira's body. Each moment made hir tower ever-further above him. Each second shi rode him harder, using him more as a toy for hir own pleasure than simply treating him as a client. Shi knew he wanted it, evidenced particularly by the thick stream of precum that flowed into hir cunt. He was only half hir size now, but on the verge of climax as he shuddered with need. Shira used hir tail to lift up his lower body, then curled hir legs around his hips and forced him into hir completely, causing him to cry out and release his seed. As he squirted into hir, the herm simply kept his shaft fully inside hir, allowing him to paint the slippery walls with cum until he was completely spent.
Having satisfied the lion, Shira pulled off his body, lying next to him as he tried to recover. "Was that good enough for you?" shi mused, gently licking his nose. Though he grinned, he had only one thing to say:
"Smaller."
It wasn't entirely unexpected, though this was the smallest shi'd made anyone in quite some time. Much smaller than this and there would be risks from even passing air currents; he weighed less than a gram at this size. But, as the cliché goes, the customer is always right. Just in case, Shira began to prepare a revival spell before shi continued to reduce the lion's size. Theo purred and knew he was getting his wish. He lied on his back and motioned for the dragoness to ride him again, a request shi was more than happy to fulfill.
As the lion became smaller, he found himself subject to the dragoness' whims. While he previously could simply thrust into hir, he soon found himself so small that he was completely covered by hir hips and pinned to the table beneath hir body. A few moments later, he was engulfed by hir slit, covered in hir juices, surrounded by hir scent, and shivered from the chill. He was able to stay beneath hir for a brief time, but shi soon pushed him into hir body, allowing hir tight walls to encase his furry form. Shi took great care not to crush him, but as he became smaller the dragoness squeezed tighter, until he was so tiny that he simply became stuck to hir inner walls. He was less than a millimeter in height now and, as shi spread hir legs to allow in light, he saw the micro-herm's glistening blue slit spread before him like a cathedral.
This was as small as shi wanted to make the lion, but as shi tried to cast a stop-magic spell, shi found it ineffective upon the lion. Nervously, shi tried again, putting as much energy as shi could into the magic, but even that was useless and he continued to shrink. Even a growth spell seemed useless; nothing shi did could stop his size from being sapped away. Hir magic would only work on willing subjects, though: did the lion truly want to continue this madness? There was nothing shi could do for him now, though; he was smaller than the tip of hir talon and there was nothing else shi could use to retrieve him from inside hir body. Shira knew that all shi could do for him now was give the lion a show by pleasuring hirself.
With nothing left in effect but Shira's shrinking and protection spells, the lion found himself falling ever-further into the dragoness. His body's cells both shrank and disappeared in perfect proportion; his mass was converted into the energy needed to sustain his existence. He found himself washed over with the herm's fluids as shi fingered hirself, mired in the thick goo that trapped him to the inner walls of hir cunt. Breathing was difficult, not least of which because his small size reduced the amount of space in his airways, but every breath lasted much longer as his body used the air more efficiently.
Once he passed beneath the notice of even the micro-dragoness, things became increasingly weird for the shrinking male. He could start to feel the individual cells that made up the herm's body, giving hir an increasingly rough texture. The once-slippery fluid started to feel like hail, as molecules became noticeable. Breathing was forgotten; his body was running on something other than oxygen, now that O2 itself was too large for him to inhale. His shrinking accelerated as well; he soon fell into the orbit of an atom, too large for him to identify what he was. The herm's body had absorbed him now, not that Shira had any idea what was going on, and the once-noble lion was now twirling around with subatomic particles.
The very components of the universe were laid before him now, as even quarks were now huge compared to Theo, but there was nobody for him to tell. He would never be seen again.
Night on the Town
After a brief hesitation, Shira sent a message to someone on an personals site. It was obvious that the other fur in question wanted nothing more than a one-night stand; that was fine with hir, as shi was in town for only one night anyway. The videos on his profile were quite impressive, too, showing that he certainly had the package of a porn star, even if he didn't necessarily know how to use it. Most of the videos just showed him jerking himself for a few minutes before spurting his thick seed across the floor or his chest, depending on which way he leaned. The dragoness was intent on showing him how to make better use of such a big dick. Shi showed off a few pictures of hirself, posing in all hir iridescent-scaled glory, which was enough to convince the vulpine to come over for the evening.
So, when the brown-furred fox knocked on the hotel room door, Shira answered while wearing nothing but a collar. Shi didn't want to waste time and simply grinned as shi pulled him inside, practically throwing him onto the bed. They had exchanged names online before, but it made no difference to the herm. Even before he could say hello, the dragoness was undoing his pants, then immediately nuzzled against the male's crotch. It had been far too long since shi'd done this sort of thing, too long since shi'd last gotten drunk on the musk of a male, too long since shi'd last had a warm, thick shaft sliding down hir throat.
Not thirty seconds after shi'd pulled the vulpine into the room, Shira was licking around the fox's malehood. Rather than having the more traditional sheath, the fox possessed an entirely human set of bits: a ten-inch long uncut shaft and a heavy pair of testicles dangling beneath, though they were a solid black. While hir muzzle slipped over the mostly-flaccid shaft, hir paw worked underneath those orbs, fondling beneath there, occasionally letting a claw slip back to caress nearer the male's tailhole. As the male's foxhood firmed, the herm simply kept hir muzzle firmly against his crotch, allowing his tip to work ever-closer to hir throat. Shi curled hir tongue around to tease his foreskin, slipping it just under the extra flesh to tease at the male's cockhead directly. While he wasn't perfectly clean, the taste and scent of dried cum lingering upon his flesh just made hir feel even more of a slut and sent a pleasurable shiver through hir body. Shi eagerly lapped at it, slowly removing that thin, slimy, and incredibly potent film.
Once the vulpine's dick was completely hard, the dragoness slowly pulled hir muzzle off his shaft. Shi purred heavily and nuzzled at his heavy balls once again, practically drinking in his scent, before shi turned around and got into a 69 position. "Fuck my snout," shi growled, pulling him atop hir so his maleness would rub across hir muzzle and smear pre upon it. That earned hir a quick response; the male wanted to show his dominance to the supposedly submissive herm and wasted no time in positioning his tip against hir snout. Shira had only a brief moment to admire his flesh before it plunged into hir, making hir moan as it sunk directly into hir throat. Shi tried to swallow around him to pull him even deeper, though he practically lied down upon hir to hilt his shaft in hir.
>From this position, Shira could do little but curl hir arms around the male and hold him to hir. Shi reveled as his heavy, musky testicles rolled across hir nostrils, forcing hir to take in his scent, though it was proving quite hard to breathe with so much foxcock in hir throat. Even as shi gagged on it, hir tail curled around hir shaft to pleasure hirself. Rather than attempting to get free, shi just nuzzled against his crotch and felt his tip pressing around within hir. Once he started to thrust, the dragoness let go of his waist and simply let him have his way. Taking in breath between his movements, Shira tried to move hir muzzle in time with him, nearly pulling out of hir only to hilt within hir body once again. Occasionally, he pulled out too far and his cock slapped wetly against hir snout; the fox responded by rubbing the heavily scented underside of his sac against hir nose before pushing his thick tip inside once again.
When shi wasn't busy choking on his girth, Shira guzzled down as much of the male's heavy precum as shi could. He had a remarkable supply of it, too, as it flowed in a nearly steady stream across hir tongue and into hir throat. As the fox neared, he stayed in hir for longer, electing to grind his shaft against hir instead of simply humping in and out. For hir part, the herm continued to rub his rear, pulling him toward hir every time he did buck his hips and allowing his balls to slap heavily against hir nose. The fox gave an occasional grunt, but the surest sign of his approaching climax were his testicles, which pulled ever-closer to his body and enabled him to slip just a bit further into the horny drake beneath him.
Grunting was the last thing the fox did before he climaxed. He pulled back for a few moments, allowing the first, creamy spurt of his seed to run across Shira's tongue before he rammed his dick completely into hir once more, forcing the taste to linger in hir snout while the rest of his spooge flowed directly into hir belly, warming hir tight throat. The fact Shira was being smothered by the shaft blocking hir windpipe and the testicles covering hir nose just seemed to arouse them both; shi had made sure to mention that kink to hir vulpine partner. Now that he'd cum, he wasn't going to get off hir until shi also climaxed or shi stopped masturbating, even now that he'd come off his peak.
Shira didn't last much longer, though, as shi too came powerfully. Shi aimed away from his muzzle - he said he didn't want a cumshot - though shi did shoot halfway across the room to leave a thick stain on the curtains. It didn't matter much, as shi undoubtedly wasn't the first to do that. Hir subsequent spurts didn't go nearly as far, with the last couple of drops simply dribbling out of hir shaft and pooling near hir maleslit. The male then slowly slid off hir muzzle, leaving hir gasping for breath as shi swallowed the remnants of his cum.
As shi lied there gasping for breath, he didn't even look back; the fox simply put his pants on and left the sated herm behind.
Description - Human Sized Anthro
Just an updated description of myself at a roughly human size to provide an easier artist's reference.
Shira is an anthropomorphic ice dragoness. In hir current form, shi stands roughly 5'10" tall, leaving hir just a hair below "average" size for such creatures. Upon hir head shi has a pair of ears that seem somewhere between equine and feline, with pale-blue flesh within. There's also a fin that runs from the top of hir head down to the small of hir back, showcasing a vibrant rainbow, with faintly iridescent quills to support it. Hir muzzle is roughly like that of an alligator; as shi yawns, you can see the same ice-blue shade that was contained within hir ears, as well as a lengthy, forked, snake-like tongue. Hir eyes show a rainbow of color, changing slightly with hir mood.
As you look down hir body, you notice that shi's completely nude; the herm seems to believe that hir scales are the only protection from the environment that shi needs. Hir overall build is rather slender, but there's a hint of hidden strength, not expressed, yet seeming just under the surface. Though hir scales are predominantly white, there's a glimmer of iridescence just along the edge of each one. Shi has a reasonably sized pair of breasts, providing another smooth curve to hir body without being excessively large or harming hir body's aerodynamics. Hir wings are tremendously large, their span easily double hir height, and sport the same rainbow coloration as hir fin. Shira also possesses a long, whip-like tail, as long as shi is tall, which slowly tapers into a blunted point; shi lacks a tail spade or any similar ornamentation.
Hir hands are mostly human-like, five-fingered, though hir talons have the appearance of small prisms as they refract light in a dazzling array of color. Similarly, hir feet have such talons, though they are four-toed, not entirely humanoid. Perhaps your gaze has awakened hir interest, because as you look back upward, you notice that the hermaphrodite is becoming aroused. Shi uses hir tail to reveal hir femslit, its bluish color matching nicely with hir scales. Hir humanoid maleness needs no help pushing free, the herm considerably larger than average, but not obscenely so. Shi doesn't have any external testicles, nor even any visible bulges where they might be; once again, it seems hir aerodynamics are of top priority.
When Shira clears hir throat, you realize that you've been looking for a bit longer than might be polite. Still, shi smiles, allowing you to make the next move.
Symphony of Words (or Symphony in English Major)
Listen to my voice.
Can you see it?
Even with your eyes closed, can you see the world I do?
The mountains towering in the distance, shrouded in a thin layer of mist?
The small creatures of the earth, scurrying through the evergreen forest in the valleys?
The brilliant evening sun, lazily drifting toward the horizon?
But there is more than mere sight here.
Listen to the birds conversing with one another in song.
Listen to the wind rustling its way through the trees.
Listen to the bubbling stream as has flowed since time immemorial.
Nor are there just the sounds of the flora and fauna.
Can you smell the pine trees, their scent carried by the breeze?
Can you feel the sun's warmth as it embraces you, its long lost friend?
Can you taste the raw magic in the air, the truest of natural beauty?
This is my gift, and my gift to you.
My gift is the power - the art - of the written word.
My vocabulary is my pallette and your imagination, my canvas.
I am not bound by the limitations of reality, nor even those of paint, sculpture, dance, or song.
I am, through my words, capable of traveling the universe, to any time and place.
And through these words, these simple combinations of letters, I can bring you along.
My work is a symphony not for the ears, but for the mind.
My work has the power to create and destroy, even for just a fleeting moment of imagination.
My work possesses a timeless ability to touch all of your senses, if you will allow it.
My work allows reality and fantasy to intermingle as one.
I am an author.
This is my art.
Dominance Through Submission
Having written an essay for Hoshi about my submission at his feet, I started thinking about just what I'm really submitting to. After all, it consists of only doing those things that I already enjoy doing. So who really has control? Here's my take on the subject.
In my experience within the fandom, I've found that I much prefer taking a submissive role. As my recent essay for Hoshi suggests, I can quite get into such a position as well. But, perhaps paradoxically, one can be dominant in a submissive role. Ultimately, the "submissive" partner is the person who dictates what will or won't be done, decides the limits on those activity, and has the final word on when enough is enough.
When I am submitting to another fur, I already have a good idea of what I'm getting myself into. While I do have a rather open mind when it comes to things, I also wouldn't take a submissive role with another fur whose interests and mine didn't match. I do the things that a dominant partner orders not simply because it's their order, but also because I want to do those things. I want to be forced into doing those things that I like doing anyway. While the reasons for that are varied and complicated, it can be simply summed in one word: arousal. I – and, in my experience, most other submissives – are aroused by being "forced" into doing those activities that they would enjoy anyway. Likewise, when assuming a submissive position, there's nothing that will force me to do something that I truly do not want to do. In my case, there aren't that many things that I won't do, but nobody would ever talk me into doing them. While a dominant fur would always like to think that they are making the submissive do anything and everything, it's up to the sub to decide what won't happen.
Even with the activities that both the dom and sub can mutually enjoy, it's the submissive's decision to decide to what extent he will submit. For example, while I greatly enjoy being beneath a set of dirty paws, I don't like paws that are completely neglected and would refuse to submit under those conditions. Likewise, a crush fetishist that prefers being crushed with a single step may refuse to allow a dominant fur to crush them bit by bit and drawing out their brief desire into a lengthy ordeal. Another fur may prefer the extreme behavior – completely neglected paws or to be crushed one bone at a time – and refuse to submit to anything less than that. Every person will have their own unique limits, and a dominant has to respect those limits.
While all these things can and should be discussed in advance to prevent a conflict of interests, it still is up to the submissive, who has the ultimate power with one, simple word: no. Even in the most extreme scenario, of complete submission to another, the submissive always has the power to say no and simply stop things dead in their tracks. This is especially true online, where the sub can sign off if the dominant partner won't take "no" seriously; in real life it would require more careful planning, but the result is still the same. If a dominant's demands are unreasonable, or the dom won't respect the submissive's desires or limits, the sub can simply walk away.
Thus, in matters of dominance and submission, it's the seemingly submissive partner who ultimately dictates the manner of playing involved, the limits, and their end. In this way, one actually has dominance through submission.
At the Feet of a Bunny-God
Hoshi asked me to write an essay about "how much you love your god and his powerful paws...the stench and taste...how low and pitiful you are to them...how much you worship them." In a half-hour or so, this is what I came up with. I think I've covered just about everything he asked for. :)
While I may be a dragon, I still am nothing compared to a macro and his mighty paws, especially such a beautiful and powerful being as Hoshi. I love the massive bunny and his feet for their power, even their potent musk and flavor; I am nothing to such paws and worship them freely.
Words seem truly inadequate to convey my desire to spend the rest of my days at the almighty feet of Hoshi. Even the merest twitch of his toes could be fatal; he has a god's power over life and death. I can think of no better way to die than beneath the feet of my god, who towers far into the sky above me; I am no more than a tiny bug at his feet. There is nothing about his feet that I don't love. Even the powerful stench of his sweaty paws after several days or the taste of the filth they acquire is a gift from heaven itself, and I always regard cleaning his dirty paws with my tongue as both an honor and a great pleasure.
I am a mere bug to such a powerful being; I am not worthy of the pleasure Hoshi allows me to experience at his feet. I don't even deserve the joy of being crushed under his paw, to give my life beneath the mighty pads that I long to worship. I'd enjoy nothing more than to spend every waking moment at Hoshi's feet, licking and rubbing them, giving them as much attention as I can possibly lavish upon them, though they deserve far more than I, a tiny, worthless creature could ever hope to give.
Even now, I long to be at – or under – the feet of my master, Hoshi. There is nothing that would make me happier than being allowed to be in his presence, undeserving of it as I am. Even when I sleep, I dream of being at his paws, covered in the toejam between them, half-smothered in their scent, unable to taste, feel, or see anything else. As a mere insect to such a god-like, perfect creature, it is entirely at his will that I may experience this; I long for that moment and never wish to leave the presence of his feet.
Urinal Fox
Random Raptor Vore
Since I've been in a vore mood all week and someone found this page by searching for raptor vore stories, I figured I'd indulge myself and the almighty anonymous at the same time by writing this. Just a warning, this contains graphic digestion. Otherwise, enjoy one raptor eating another. Short, quick, and no plot, so shut up and fap. :)
They met at a clearing in the woods. Zed grinned toothily at Ahastar, the two raptors standing about ten feet from one another. Zed had his pouch on his waist and dagger in hand, the green-scaled thief prepared to defend his day's loot from the half-demon before him. Ahastar's nude form exposed his white scales and red belly, but the hybrid had claws extended, ready to lash at the criminal blocking his way. The demon lunged first as he leaped into the air with lightning speed and knocked Zed to the ground, ripping the dagger from the raptor's hand. Gems and other valuables loudly clattered together from the impact, while Zed looked up in alarm at the demon-raptor pinning him to the ground.
Now it was Ahastar's turn to grin, his teeth bared as he hissed at the green-scaled beast beneath him. Saliva dripped hotly onto Zed's face as he looked up into the aggressor's maw. Though the raptor tried to squirm free, the weight of Ahastar's body was enough to hold him to the ground. Ahastar held Zed's left paw tightly, but that still allowed Zed's right hand to reach slowly toward his bag. Zed knew that he'd have only one chance to grab something and only hoped it hadn't broken when he was thrown to the ground. The demon was too busy grinning and savoring the raptor's fear to notice as Zed's paw wrapped around a cold, glass object and carefully lifted it free. It was intact, Zed noted, grinning softly as well. Ahastar took that grin to be a peaceful surrender to death and lunged forward, his teeth ready to dig into Zed's neck.
In a flash, Zed pulled a flask forward and pressed it right against Ahastar's muzzle.
With a stunned screech, Ahastar bit into the glass, shattering the bottle's neck. The demon's surprise allowed Zed to roll over and push Ahastar to the ground, allowing the flask's contents – a cold, bitter, blue fluid – to roll directly into the demon's throat. Most of the glass bounced harmlessly against their scales, but some shards embedded themselves in Ahastar's mouth, making the demon try to cough them free. But Zed firmly clamped the demon's muzzle shut with both paws, forcing him to swallow the fluid even as the glass tore against his throat.
The demon felt oddly weak as he tried to get the raptor off him after he swallowed, but the weight seemed to be more than he could move now. Indeed, the raptor seemed larger upon him, his scales thicker, his teeth increasingly threatening. Growling and making one last desperate effort, Ahastar tried to buck his entire body against Zed, but the green raptor just smiled coolly as the demon only exhausted himself trying to push out from under his chest. Zed stood up after Ahastar was too tired to move, but instead of merely standing a few feet higher, he seemed to tower hundreds of feet into the sky! Ahastar shook his muzzle to try and clear his vision, but then he noticed other things around him: the grass that he'd ignored earlier came up to his chest, flowers loomed over him like trees, and pebbles that have otherwise gone completely unnoticed were now large enough for him to curl up on to sun himself.
Seeing the changes around him, Ahastar could think of exactly one thing to do: run and pray that his tiny size would keep Zed from following him. But his white scales stood out clearly against the brown dirt and vibrant green grass, and all Zed had to do was lean down and set his paw in front of Ahastar, as Zed's green scales blended in well with the grass. Ahastar ran into the paw without even seeing it, and Zed clenched his fist tightly around the half-breed, causing another nervous screech to come from the shrunken creature. There were no words exchanged; the raptor just lifted the tiny being to his muzzle and grinned again, flashing his teeth dangerously. Each of those razor-sharp teeth was larger than the hybrid's entire body, and Ahastar could already imagine their sharp points piercing between his scales, tearing into his flesh, ripping his muscles and bones apart violently.
Instead, Zed threw Ahastar into his mouth like a mere piece of candy, letting the shrunken scalie land upon his thick tongue. The atmosphere was already warm and humid, but became significantly moreso after Zed closed his muzzle. Though the half-demon was used to the heat of hell, the thick air within a raptor's muzzle was uncomfortable, hot enough to sap his energy and make him feel weaker still. In frustration, Ahastar tried to dig his claws into the tongue, but as soon as he heard the deafening roar from the raptor he realized he'd made a mistake. Only a few drops of blood dripped from the wounds, but the raptor could taste it and felt he needed to punish the demon. Not by chewing him – no, that would be a quick death – but by something even more painful, something that would last for much longer. Zed grinned to himself as he came up with a perfect idea and slid Ahastar toward his throat, feeling the saliva-slick miniraptor slip backward.
Once the half-breed was at the very back of his muzzle, Zed opened his muzzle, and gave Ahastar a look directly down the raptor's throat. It was a glistening, pink tube that quickly faded into darkness, even though Ahastar knew exactly where that tunnel led. The smell of the predator's stomach wafted up, which stung the half-demon's nostrils and made him recoil in fear. He turned around and looked forward, out of the raptor's snout, to look out at the world again. The view of the trees was still framed by teeth, tongue, and muzzle, those pink surfaces shimmering as if covered in gems. The demon tried to climb forward, but Zed simply tilted his muzzle back further, which caused Ahastar to slide back against the throat. Several moments later, the green raptor chuckled coldly, closed his muzzle again, and swallowed the tiny creature whole. The sound reverberated around Ahastar as he was pulled into the raptor's tight throat, the muscles immediately gripping him with crushing intensity.*
Ahastar desperately tried to climb free, digging his claws into the rippling flesh around him, but Zed only swallowed again and the wave of muscle crushed his hands flat. The demon roared as his his once-deadly paws were rendered completely useless as they dangled from his wrists, all the bones shattered, blood dripping from a few cracks in the skin. The throat continued to give the hell-beast a tight grip, such that his chest and ribs nearly collapsed with each peristaltic movement, each squeeze forcing air from Ahastar's lungs. Under the increasing pressure, the demon could just barely breathe, and the stench of Zed's stomach grew stronger with every breath he took. The rhythmic thud of Zed's heartbeat and steady churning of his stomach were all that Ahastar could hear as he slid down the slimy throat, natural lubrication clinging to his scales.
It was several minutes before the demon descended into the final circle of hell within Zed's body: the stomach. The sphincter opened up steadily around Ahastar's tail, and though he made a last, desperate attempt to jump free and cling to something, he was rudely forced through and feel free for several moments before landing with a splash in the raptor's stomach acids. The demon hissed in pain as the digestive goo splashed against his scales, coating him in the deadly fluid. Some of it splashed right into his muzzle as he cried out in pain, swiftly dissolving his soft tongue and leaving him no way to speak at all. It flowed into his cloaca and tailhole as well, starting to burn him from the inside out. The fluid also seeped between his scales, starting to burn them away at the root, causing them to fall away from his body. The stomach's steady churning washed fluid over Ahastar's snout again and again, covering his face, burning his eyes, singing his nostrils, and causing his once-proud red feathers atop his head to fall away in ruin.
There was no light within the large, green raptor's body, but Ahastar didn't need to see his body being digested, not that he could once the acids burned his eyes out of their sockets and left him permanently blind. In another few moments, the demon-raptor's olfactory nerves were also destroyed, mercifully taking away his ability to smell the acids around him. But the rest of his body could still feel and the burning and stinging grew continually stronger as his flesh started to burn away from his muscles. The fluid splashed down his nose and into his lungs, slowly stripping away the demon's ability to breathe. Across his entire body, pain receptors peaked, then burnt out entirely as they were dissolved, the wave of pain steadily moving up Ahastar's body, then fading away entirely. Blood soon started to leak through his flesh, his very life energy draining into the predator's stomach. Ahastar continued to struggle, but without his senses functioning and his muscles starting to burn away, his movements became weak, erratic, and rigid. It was still enough movement to create an air bubble, causing Zed to belch loudly, the sound echoing loudly around the half-digested creature. It was the last sound Ahastar heard as the acids burned through his eardrums, leaking through the gap into his brain.
Soon, the acids burned through to Ahastar's heart and dissolved it, leaving no blood flowing through the raptor's body. That was finally enough to bring his life to an end. Zed's body continued to digest the afternoon snack, gaining a few calories and minerals from the once-sentient creature. By now, Zed had completely forgotten about the attack; his only memory of Ahastar was just a pleasant feeling of warmth in his stomach as he went on his way.