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promised I would upload a closer to vore themed story so here it is.\nThere is only a light mention of poop and not a strong focus, hopefully suitable for those not to big on scat who still like a sense of realism. Let me know your thoughts on this as I know it’s a deal breaker for a lot of people. A shorter easier read under 5000 words =3. Please let me know if you find a typo so I can correct it!\n\nMust say tho.. for the love of... inkbunny, [u]why[/u] must you fuck with my formatting.. .. a line break is not a paragraph! Please respect that! O_o;\n\nBut anyway.. enjoy!\nAnd remember fiction is not reality, do not mix them.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Well.. this was long coming.. =3 I promised I would upload a closer to vore themed story so here it is.
There is only a light mention of poop and not a strong focus, hopefully suitable for those not to big on scat who still like a sense of realism. Let me know your thoughts on this as I know it’s a deal breaker for a lot of people. A shorter easier read under 5000 words =3. Please let me know if you find a typo so I can correct it!

Must say tho.. for the love of... inkbunny, why must you fuck with my formatting.. .. a line break is not a paragraph! Please respect that! O_o;

But anyway.. enjoy!
And remember fiction is not reality, do not mix them.", "writing": "[i][b]Disclaimer:[/b] This is purely fictional and should remain that way. Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.[/i]\n\n\n[center][u][b]Frostwing Morning.[/b][/u][/center]\n\nThe ringed moon sets in the frozen sky, plunging the morning into pure darkness and applying an additional hard frost across the already frozen landscape. The merciless grip of the weather would ensure only that hardiest, well sheltered creatures would wake on this crisp morning.\nThe sun slivers from the depths of a pit between two mountain peaks. Waking many creatures that unwillingly remains rooted to the spot huddled together for warmth where ever they may be hidden.\nThe world remains still, motionless and silent on this brutal morning. Only the hardiest of creatures, or perhaps the mad, would be venturing out right now.\nOne said creature would be the well named Frostwing, a great beast of a bird was known for venturing out on such cold and horrible mornings.\nShe was large, even for her kind. Her thick talons crack the ice from a branch as her sharp eyes scan the surroundings. What did she feel like hunting today she pondered before her vast wingspan spreads, effortlessly cutting though the crisp air as she takes off.\nA frozen deer, tempting and not too far from that even an old bear appears to have succumb to the cold after getting stuck in a trap. That was the problem with being ground level in these parts, too many creatures leaving traps hanging about. For all she knew the deer meat was poisoned. She takes the wiser option and continues scouting.\n\nA few minutes pass before eyes suddenly lock together.\nBy chance an anthro lynx looks up as she looks down. For a long hard moment they remain locked onto each other, sizing each other up.\nA large bird, she had killed many lynx before, but this one simply looked well-seasoned and could possibly turn the fight if she did not take him by surprise.\n\nThe lynx meanwhile was looking back, this bird is an impressive beast. He thinks immediately flagging her as a possibly threat. Indeed many including himself, had heard of her appearing in these parts lately and many had fallen to her hooked beak and sharp talons. He felt it and honour to manage to set eyes on this elusive bird. A smile forms and his frosted nose and whiskers twitch in excitement.\n\nHis crossbow swings forth with speed but he does not take the shot, he was just testing. Frostwing would take a very sharp dive for the cover of the canopy, the moment she saw his nose twitching.\n“Well played.” He whispers to himself relaxing his bow and moving forwards at speed. Of course he wanted to hunt it! He loved birds! And he loved a challenge. This one looked to be both of those things.\n\nFrostwing just plays it cool, hopping between branches. She had a distance advantage already, but coming up too early would be a mistake. She had read him well in the few moments they had seen each other. A lynx of that sort would not raze a bow if it did not think it would get the shot. Yet it did not take the shot. This told her that it was a careful creature not one to simply take a pot shot and hope for the best. It had never planned to shoot. This only confirmed what she had felt at first glance. This was no average unskilled lynx, rather it was a master of the hunt, as was she.\n\nEventually, with some caution, she takes the sky once more. Staying as close to the lower canopy as she could to remain concealed and changing directions a lot, should the lynx still be somehow watching from a distance. Perhaps she would take the guy on later, but not while he knew she was about.\n\nA good twenty minutes pass and a good amount of distance on the lynx. She eventually felt safe enough to resume her hunting. She was in a pretty good spot. She came here often to hop from tree to tree, and right now would be no different. Peeking into every little nook that looked like it could possibly house some warmth and a creature within. Soon finding something she liked. She does a fly around checking the area, nothing about, nothing that could climb a tree anyway. And then she strikes.\n\nIt was as if she just kissed the tree and it gave her a gift. Flying right into the thick trunk, a set of talons pierce the dark depths of a hollow, dragging out her victim. She gracefully glides up landing on the branch above looking at her catch. A large and fat squirrel, hardly a full meal but it would suit for the moment. The poor thing didn’t know what had hit it. Ripped from the warmth and darkness, to the sudden blinding light and spine shattering cold of the frozen morning. To then be pinned with sharp talons to a branch laden with a thick coating of ice. The squeal is delayed much to Frostwings amusement, and then cut short as her large hooked beak bends down and squeezes it throat to silence it.\n\n“Hush now, just give up and you might not feel the cold for so long.” She speaks with an eerie calm and expression as cold as the harsh winter air itself. “My you are a fat one.” she comments, “Rather a good catch for a squirrel if you can take that as a compliment.”\nThe squirrel just wheezes chocking in response, just the little neck nip had already damaged its windpipe crushing it beyond reasonable use. Frostwing did not know this however, nor did she care too much. The silly little creature was being quiet and well behaved, and so she would just dig into the plump little belly.\n\nPerhaps lucky for the squirrel, she had decided to rip it apart before gulping down its twitching form. It would die faster that way at least. She clacks her beak shut triumphantly as the thing settles down in her crop. Time for a quick clean up and realignment of her feathers.\nShe contemplates that lynx, no she shouldn’t go back and hunt it, that fight would be a risk for them both. She tells herself.. but she did like taking risks and if it came to it, she always told herself it was better to go to a good hunter than to die alone in the cold of old age and sickness. She smiles to herself, not that she would let it take her. She clears the thought from her head. It’s not like she would be able to find the thing again anyway.\n\nAnd then she hears that sound no bird wants to hear. The faintest click from below followed by a woosh. Before she can even react the arrow smacks right into the branch she’s on, the tip pokes right through the wood and barely spikes her in the belly. She flaps franticly almost falling on the point and takes to the sky to the sound of that evil little lynx below. \n“That one’s a hello!” \nHe yells out after her.\nHow had he moved so fast! How had he tracked her? She hated how impressed she was by this. But indeed it was too late and the lynx just too fast. She made it past the next few trees, but the lynx’s aim was perfect even at range planting an arrow right into her feathered chest. Her wings lock up suddenly and she watches the ground getting rapidly closer. Flapping resumed painfully but something seemed just not right. She twists in the air landing with a solid thunk on her back into the thick, crisp snow below. She just holds her wings awkwardly curling her toes up rather motionless. Only the shaft of the arrow would remain visible above the snow layer. She couldn’t work it out, she could weakly flap and kick, but she couldn’t even roll herself back up the right way up. Her mind for a moment lost in a fog of confusion, before something snaps, poisoned arrows.\n\nThe lynx approaches with caution from behind. This bird truly was a monster and there was not much difference in size between them, it only made sense to exercise an element of respect here. He sneaks quickly closer to her tail before pouncing, slipping between her thick legs with a paw reaching up to grab that sharp beak. He lays on her to pin her down, but she just didn’t have the strength to fight him off right now.\n\nRather keen, his claws rip five or so pawfuls of feathers from the base of her neck. Her hot skin exposed to the ice cold, the most she could muster at the moment was to move her head in his way, but already held - he simply pushes it back down into the cold snow.\nA warm lick then a sharp sting as his teeth effortlessly slide into her thin bird skin and meat beneath. In one small motion he had exposed her swollen squirrel filled crop, that seemed only to want to pop out and display itself seated neatly in her ruined neck.\nShe oddly makes no sound, remaining still a moment as she processes what he had done. A frantic struggle as a last hope emerges but she had no chance with the weakening poison fresh in her blood. \nLike her neck skin, once exposed, this delicious sight of her rounded crop was short lived. A claw simply pokes in and slides down, splitting it open. Before the lynxes greedy little eyes, bits of the ripped up squirrel, wiggle out in front of him the muscles still warm and twitching. But they would not be going cold as the simple transfer from bird to cat takes place with much haste, until her crop is left empty, spread out as a great hole in her neck. He licks the organ clean inside and right up her throat making her gag suddenly.\n\n“Squirrel good.” He finally announces sitting up looking at her.\n.. Yet she remained calm as if completely oblivious to what had just happened.\n“What? You give up already? I was kinda hoping for some battle scars.”\n\nHer eyes roll a little, such a typical lynx thing to say. She snorts at him her beak still firmly held, making the lynx release it.\n“Well, not a lot of point in fighting it now is there, you have already destroyed my neck. If you just wanted some breakfast you could have just asked you know. But I’m pretty sure you want more than that and I’d rather not die a slow starvation.”\n“Can’t argue that logic I guess. Though your emotionless acceptance of reality is pretty impressive I must say. They are normally still begging me to let them up by now.” He sits up straddling her belly, looking her over but keeping a watchful eye on that beak and talon at all times.\n“Did you actually miss the first shot on purpose to startle me?”\n“I didn’t miss, I poked your belly.” He answers with a smile sliding down to sit on her tail feathers and poking his claw into the small hole his first arrow had poked into her skin. It makes her cringe, her talons stretching out and curling up again. The lynx grins rolling his paws through her belly feathers around where she had been hit.\n“I guess.” She sighs “So what are you planning to do with me? Stroke my feathers all day?”\n“What would you do with you?”\nShe frowns suddenly as it becomes a little more real. “Oh.. whatever I felt like I guess. I guess I deserve it since I’d only do the same.” she said with a slight concern in her voice.\n\n“Embracing it, perhaps you’re a lynx in disguise?” he chuckles rubbing his paws lower in her feathers until he brushes over a different texture. \nHe looks down at what his doing, finding himself a paw rubbing over her cloaca. He ponders it a moment then rolls a digit around before promptly stretching the area out. She just gives a distasteful glare keeping herself firmly clenched shut. But this would prove to be no match for a probing paw that easily slips a digit in spreading her open and stretching wide.\n“Don’t you dear eat me from there! I’ll, I’ll shit in your face.” she protests aggressively, legs kicking at the air either side of him as she fails to reach him with her talons.\n\n“Oh?”\nIs his only response as he bends down and promptly licks deep into her spread cloaca. Her eyes widen in disgust at the creature, but then she gasps pressing her head back into the cold snow beak open. That rough feline tongue scraping around her most sensitive area taking her rather by surprise!\nThen the feeling stops and she takes a deep breath before peeking her head back up and looking down her body at him. He is there smiling, head resting on her belly licking over his nose.\n“You enjoyed tha..”\n“No I didn’t!” She cuts him off sharply clacking her beak. .. shit she did, she thought remaining motionless for a moment with the conflict of interests.\n\n“Sucks to be you then.” He answers and promptly starts to pluck her belly starting with around that sensitive cloaca. This seems to break her rather quickly as frantic flapping and kicking begin.\n“No don’t stop! I mean stop! I mean! Ahh! Why!?”\nShe squirms about but it’s only to the lynx’s amusement, who in just a few seconds has her belly area and cloaca, more of less feather free. He pounces on her in her confused state, plucking the tipless arrow from her chest and pinning her wings down. A moment passes as she finds herself once more, only now she was more or less bumping noses with him. She looks to one side seeing the arrow now removed, but is quickly distracted by a hot sensation on her belly. It was very alien to the crisp frosty morning air. It rolls down her belly making her think she was bleeding out for a moment, but then this ‘blood’ rolls up the small mound of her cloaca and sit atop of it. She clenches a moment, putting one and two together at the exact moment she feels her cloaca stretching apart.\nHe grits his teeth as his tapered point invades deeply into the birds warmth, slowly forcing her near egg laying width.\n“Oh..” she says, plainly. Certainly not protesting it, but not encouraging it ether and certainly not discouraging it. She did not know how to feel, it was wrong, this was a dangerous creature. But, she enjoyed what he did before, not that she would admit it to herself. She was in such a spot she didn’t even think about the gaping hole that was her neck anymore. And then the lynx begins, slowly but surely pressing them both deeper and deeper into the cold snow. \nShe shrieks out at the sensations she had never before experienced, not like this anyway. The lynx pulls back and plunges deep multiple times, the small barbs on his maleness scratching her inside would very quickly make her body wanting even if she wasn’t ready for it yet. Though his actions were mainly for her benefit, he soon defaults back to the more normal feline way. This seems to vibrate her entire rear end as her talons stretch and grab at the air repeatedly, in no time she’s panting rolling her head in the snow. Her body quickly lubricates the area and a mixture of bird and cat begin to drench the exposed plucked skin and feathers while the two of them make the very snow around them want to steam. But all good things come to an end and she nearly passes out completely by the time his done with her. She remains rather stretched as he leaves her to begin grooming her slightly, ‘agape’ cloaca.\nShe lay there panting, the fact he was hunting her had completely slipped her mind. That is until she feels the sharp prick of claws in her belly skin just above her cloaca that, lift her skin up from her body somewhat. It suddenly all comes rushing back in an instant.\n“S-so soon?” She says with a slight disappointment. But just like her, she knew the lynx had to eat.\n\nA small claw sized blade appears in his paw and she simply braces herself. He presses it into her stretched skin, before he begins to cut upwards. The small size of the blade and her large size, didn’t make the cut easy. Small sawing motions were needed to aid the dull edge up her body, until it finally meets with her breast bone.\nShe flaps erratically and with a new found strength as her belly falls open before her eyes. Her own hot steaming bowels now exposed to the icy air, squirming and pulsating, just doing their job as if nothing had even happened. A sight she was only all to familiar with as it was the way she too liked to present her larger prey before consuming it. She is a wash of strange thoughts, ‘god that smells like good eats.. but, but it’s my own..’ her eyes and head roll back a moment trying to clear the thought. She blamed the poison arrow, but the effects had past and she knew it. She was only trapped here by unwilling choice.\n\nThe lynx moves in lapping over her intestine a few times, getting a good taste for her. She could see his drool already dripping into her open belly and could both feel and hear his stomach rumble in anticipation.\nKeen paws slip down ether side, inside of her, leaving her watching with a curious stare. Carefully and slowly, the lynx begins to lift the great pile of intestine from between the folds of her bleeding skin. It comes very clearly into view to her as the both of them inspect the sight with a dedicated interest. Rather an orderly tangle that held itself together firmly. Both the entrance and exit appearing at the top where her larger intestine would then continue to run down her back, towards the workings of her cloaca. Glistening moisture in the cold morning air, was a mouth-watering sight, she just looks at it beak agape as the lynx makes his next move. \n\nHis muzzle lower and he laps around the lower portion before his jaws close around it. Holding carefully, he pulls back perhaps trying to stretch out a loop of gut. But instead the compact pack of guts refuses to move, his teeth would sink in before such a thing would happen. Ripping them a little making them leak out a brownish ooze. He drops it and licks his chops. ‘Messy cat’ she thinks mildly entertained by it all.\n“Such polite manners, your meat will go cold you silly creature.”\nShe clacks her beak at him only aiding the mess that starts to build up within.\n\nHe just smiles at her his tongue poking out a little while she oozed over his paws. Well, if she didn’t mind him being less careful about it.. His jaws open wide suddenly as he lifts her intestine up a little more. Now he would simply stuff the lot right into his mouth all at once. He bites down a bit, intestines now worming their way up and around his nose as he tries to fit her entire lower gut into himself. She gasps, the pressure certainly forcing things back up into her gizzard as well as rapidly increasing the pressure in her large intestine and thus cloaca. She managed to clench firmly just in time to prevent a mess but this lynx seemed persistent! \n\nAnother bite down and then his muzzle manages to glide deeper into her, his neck swelling. Before she knows it, that cute feline nose is right inside of her open belly, nudging at her gizzard. She feels more than a little ill all of a sudden as he stretches his head back, suddenly tugging on all of her organs. It was too much, it made her neck muscles retch with the actions, but with no crop not much would come of it. Her cloaca on the other hand was a different story as she lost the battle over its control. A filthy mess shoots undignifiedly across her tail feathers, making her toes curl up into tight little balls. She looks back at him just in time to see him bite down on the two connecting tubes of her gut, positioned to the side of his mouth. Snipping her gut free, the ends would simply fall right back in. The lynxes own gut suddenly appears very well rounded out, they were after all of a similar size.\n\n“You’re the best burd I’ve eaten in a long time.” He says rather openly honest.\nShe is not sure how or if she is able to respond to that, the shift in her internal organs was significant and it winded her. More so her body seemed to be struggling with breathing anyways. Perhaps it was the cold on her diaphragm, or maybe the blood loss, or simply her body was just going into shock. It did not matter, nor did she care. She just remained determined to watch the lynx who was thinking up ways to easily transport the rest of his meat.\n\nHe gets to work lifting out the rest of her lower digestive track, draping it between her legs as it tugs on her cloaca from the inside. He wastes little time in cutting the skin around her sensitive opening that continues to protest to his actions with cute little clenches and shudders, until he finally has it freed from her. He holds it up presenting it to her curious expression while he puts a claw hole through the side of it, closely followed by a short stick. She is simply baffled by this action, only to be again surprised as a firm grip takes her head bending it back. That small sharp blade digs into her throat making just a careful hole into her oesophagus, which is then widened with a claw. It makes her want to choke as he releases her head momentarily. She was becoming a little dizzy now but was still somewhat aware of what was going on between them. And so snots as sharply as she can in protest when she realises what his about to do. But she could not stop him, the length of her own gut is simply fed into her beak all the way to the back making her swallow. The lynx fishes out the end from the hole he had made and pulls it through. The stick traps her own cloaca in her mouth that squirts whenever it is pulled taut. It leaves the lynx with just enough length as a handle protruding from her neck, to wrap around his paw. Finally standing, he smiles at her with a look of respect before dragging her towards his home. She can do little but be dragged via this uncomfortable throat handle, slowly fading to the taste of her own leaky gut in the snow.\n\n\n~~~\n\n[i][b]About:[/b]\nIt may not portray it to its best, as I wanted to keep this one short and sweet. But she is supposed to be somewhat willing here. The only unwilling part is the ‘when’, but given she had been defeated, she is not all that distressed by her inevitable fate. Willingly unwilling means pretty much that, yet at the same time there is always an element of unwillingly willing as I love adding a conflict of interests.\nI left her alive at the end simply to contradict her previous thoughts of it being better to die to another predator, than to end up going out to simply old age, the cold and likely any sickness that comes with that. The fate of any top predator can be rather abysmal and anti-climactic in the eyes of most people. And she being at the top of the top, feared it, for she was not young or inexperienced with life. But her end was not as swift as she may have hoped as the lynx couldn’t eat her all at once.[/i]\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Disclaimer: This is purely fictional and should remain that way. Stories here are a form of expression and should not be taken literally, nor should they be considered as any form of encouragement as to any kinds of real life activities. Keep art and reality separate. This story does not represent my real world ideals. Now back to the fiction.


Frostwing Morning.


The ringed moon sets in the frozen sky, plunging the morning into pure darkness and applying an additional hard frost across the already frozen landscape. The merciless grip of the weather would ensure only that hardiest, well sheltered creatures would wake on this crisp morning.
The sun slivers from the depths of a pit between two mountain peaks. Waking many creatures that unwillingly remains rooted to the spot huddled together for warmth where ever they may be hidden.
The world remains still, motionless and silent on this brutal morning. Only the hardiest of creatures, or perhaps the mad, would be venturing out right now.
One said creature would be the well named Frostwing, a great beast of a bird was known for venturing out on such cold and horrible mornings.
She was large, even for her kind. Her thick talons crack the ice from a branch as her sharp eyes scan the surroundings. What did she feel like hunting today she pondered before her vast wingspan spreads, effortlessly cutting though the crisp air as she takes off.
A frozen deer, tempting and not too far from that even an old bear appears to have succumb to the cold after getting stuck in a trap. That was the problem with being ground level in these parts, too many creatures leaving traps hanging about. For all she knew the deer meat was poisoned. She takes the wiser option and continues scouting.

A few minutes pass before eyes suddenly lock together.
By chance an anthro lynx looks up as she looks down. For a long hard moment they remain locked onto each other, sizing each other up.
A large bird, she had killed many lynx before, but this one simply looked well-seasoned and could possibly turn the fight if she did not take him by surprise.

The lynx meanwhile was looking back, this bird is an impressive beast. He thinks immediately flagging her as a possibly threat. Indeed many including himself, had heard of her appearing in these parts lately and many had fallen to her hooked beak and sharp talons. He felt it and honour to manage to set eyes on this elusive bird. A smile forms and his frosted nose and whiskers twitch in excitement.

His crossbow swings forth with speed but he does not take the shot, he was just testing. Frostwing would take a very sharp dive for the cover of the canopy, the moment she saw his nose twitching.
“Well played.” He whispers to himself relaxing his bow and moving forwards at speed. Of course he wanted to hunt it! He loved birds! And he loved a challenge. This one looked to be both of those things.

Frostwing just plays it cool, hopping between branches. She had a distance advantage already, but coming up too early would be a mistake. She had read him well in the few moments they had seen each other. A lynx of that sort would not raze a bow if it did not think it would get the shot. Yet it did not take the shot. This told her that it was a careful creature not one to simply take a pot shot and hope for the best. It had never planned to shoot. This only confirmed what she had felt at first glance. This was no average unskilled lynx, rather it was a master of the hunt, as was she.

Eventually, with some caution, she takes the sky once more. Staying as close to the lower canopy as she could to remain concealed and changing directions a lot, should the lynx still be somehow watching from a distance. Perhaps she would take the guy on later, but not while he knew she was about.

A good twenty minutes pass and a good amount of distance on the lynx. She eventually felt safe enough to resume her hunting. She was in a pretty good spot. She came here often to hop from tree to tree, and right now would be no different. Peeking into every little nook that looked like it could possibly house some warmth and a creature within. Soon finding something she liked. She does a fly around checking the area, nothing about, nothing that could climb a tree anyway. And then she strikes.

It was as if she just kissed the tree and it gave her a gift. Flying right into the thick trunk, a set of talons pierce the dark depths of a hollow, dragging out her victim. She gracefully glides up landing on the branch above looking at her catch. A large and fat squirrel, hardly a full meal but it would suit for the moment. The poor thing didn’t know what had hit it. Ripped from the warmth and darkness, to the sudden blinding light and spine shattering cold of the frozen morning. To then be pinned with sharp talons to a branch laden with a thick coating of ice. The squeal is delayed much to Frostwings amusement, and then cut short as her large hooked beak bends down and squeezes it throat to silence it.

“Hush now, just give up and you might not feel the cold for so long.” She speaks with an eerie calm and expression as cold as the harsh winter air itself. “My you are a fat one.” she comments, “Rather a good catch for a squirrel if you can take that as a compliment.”
The squirrel just wheezes chocking in response, just the little neck nip had already damaged its windpipe crushing it beyond reasonable use. Frostwing did not know this however, nor did she care too much. The silly little creature was being quiet and well behaved, and so she would just dig into the plump little belly.

Perhaps lucky for the squirrel, she had decided to rip it apart before gulping down its twitching form. It would die faster that way at least. She clacks her beak shut triumphantly as the thing settles down in her crop. Time for a quick clean up and realignment of her feathers.
She contemplates that lynx, no she shouldn’t go back and hunt it, that fight would be a risk for them both. She tells herself.. but she did like taking risks and if it came to it, she always told herself it was better to go to a good hunter than to die alone in the cold of old age and sickness. She smiles to herself, not that she would let it take her. She clears the thought from her head. It’s not like she would be able to find the thing again anyway.

And then she hears that sound no bird wants to hear. The faintest click from below followed by a woosh. Before she can even react the arrow smacks right into the branch she’s on, the tip pokes right through the wood and barely spikes her in the belly. She flaps franticly almost falling on the point and takes to the sky to the sound of that evil little lynx below.
“That one’s a hello!”
He yells out after her.
How had he moved so fast! How had he tracked her? She hated how impressed she was by this. But indeed it was too late and the lynx just too fast. She made it past the next few trees, but the lynx’s aim was perfect even at range planting an arrow right into her feathered chest. Her wings lock up suddenly and she watches the ground getting rapidly closer. Flapping resumed painfully but something seemed just not right. She twists in the air landing with a solid thunk on her back into the thick, crisp snow below. She just holds her wings awkwardly curling her toes up rather motionless. Only the shaft of the arrow would remain visible above the snow layer. She couldn’t work it out, she could weakly flap and kick, but she couldn’t even roll herself back up the right way up. Her mind for a moment lost in a fog of confusion, before something snaps, poisoned arrows.

The lynx approaches with caution from behind. This bird truly was a monster and there was not much difference in size between them, it only made sense to exercise an element of respect here. He sneaks quickly closer to her tail before pouncing, slipping between her thick legs with a paw reaching up to grab that sharp beak. He lays on her to pin her down, but she just didn’t have the strength to fight him off right now.

Rather keen, his claws rip five or so pawfuls of feathers from the base of her neck. Her hot skin exposed to the ice cold, the most she could muster at the moment was to move her head in his way, but already held - he simply pushes it back down into the cold snow.
A warm lick then a sharp sting as his teeth effortlessly slide into her thin bird skin and meat beneath. In one small motion he had exposed her swollen squirrel filled crop, that seemed only to want to pop out and display itself seated neatly in her ruined neck.
She oddly makes no sound, remaining still a moment as she processes what he had done. A frantic struggle as a last hope emerges but she had no chance with the weakening poison fresh in her blood.
Like her neck skin, once exposed, this delicious sight of her rounded crop was short lived. A claw simply pokes in and slides down, splitting it open. Before the lynxes greedy little eyes, bits of the ripped up squirrel, wiggle out in front of him the muscles still warm and twitching. But they would not be going cold as the simple transfer from bird to cat takes place with much haste, until her crop is left empty, spread out as a great hole in her neck. He licks the organ clean inside and right up her throat making her gag suddenly.

“Squirrel good.” He finally announces sitting up looking at her.
.. Yet she remained calm as if completely oblivious to what had just happened.
“What? You give up already? I was kinda hoping for some battle scars.”

Her eyes roll a little, such a typical lynx thing to say. She snorts at him her beak still firmly held, making the lynx release it.
“Well, not a lot of point in fighting it now is there, you have already destroyed my neck. If you just wanted some breakfast you could have just asked you know. But I’m pretty sure you want more than that and I’d rather not die a slow starvation.”
“Can’t argue that logic I guess. Though your emotionless acceptance of reality is pretty impressive I must say. They are normally still begging me to let them up by now.” He sits up straddling her belly, looking her over but keeping a watchful eye on that beak and talon at all times.
“Did you actually miss the first shot on purpose to startle me?”
“I didn’t miss, I poked your belly.” He answers with a smile sliding down to sit on her tail feathers and poking his claw into the small hole his first arrow had poked into her skin. It makes her cringe, her talons stretching out and curling up again. The lynx grins rolling his paws through her belly feathers around where she had been hit.
“I guess.” She sighs “So what are you planning to do with me? Stroke my feathers all day?”
“What would you do with you?”
She frowns suddenly as it becomes a little more real. “Oh.. whatever I felt like I guess. I guess I deserve it since I’d only do the same.” she said with a slight concern in her voice.

“Embracing it, perhaps you’re a lynx in disguise?” he chuckles rubbing his paws lower in her feathers until he brushes over a different texture.
He looks down at what his doing, finding himself a paw rubbing over her cloaca. He ponders it a moment then rolls a digit around before promptly stretching the area out. She just gives a distasteful glare keeping herself firmly clenched shut. But this would prove to be no match for a probing paw that easily slips a digit in spreading her open and stretching wide.
“Don’t you dear eat me from there! I’ll, I’ll shit in your face.” she protests aggressively, legs kicking at the air either side of him as she fails to reach him with her talons.

“Oh?”
Is his only response as he bends down and promptly licks deep into her spread cloaca. Her eyes widen in disgust at the creature, but then she gasps pressing her head back into the cold snow beak open. That rough feline tongue scraping around her most sensitive area taking her rather by surprise!
Then the feeling stops and she takes a deep breath before peeking her head back up and looking down her body at him. He is there smiling, head resting on her belly licking over his nose.
“You enjoyed tha..”
“No I didn’t!” She cuts him off sharply clacking her beak. .. shit she did, she thought remaining motionless for a moment with the conflict of interests.

“Sucks to be you then.” He answers and promptly starts to pluck her belly starting with around that sensitive cloaca. This seems to break her rather quickly as frantic flapping and kicking begin.
“No don’t stop! I mean stop! I mean! Ahh! Why!?”
She squirms about but it’s only to the lynx’s amusement, who in just a few seconds has her belly area and cloaca, more of less feather free. He pounces on her in her confused state, plucking the tipless arrow from her chest and pinning her wings down. A moment passes as she finds herself once more, only now she was more or less bumping noses with him. She looks to one side seeing the arrow now removed, but is quickly distracted by a hot sensation on her belly. It was very alien to the crisp frosty morning air. It rolls down her belly making her think she was bleeding out for a moment, but then this ‘blood’ rolls up the small mound of her cloaca and sit atop of it. She clenches a moment, putting one and two together at the exact moment she feels her cloaca stretching apart.
He grits his teeth as his tapered point invades deeply into the birds warmth, slowly forcing her near egg laying width.
“Oh..” she says, plainly. Certainly not protesting it, but not encouraging it ether and certainly not discouraging it. She did not know how to feel, it was wrong, this was a dangerous creature. But, she enjoyed what he did before, not that she would admit it to herself. She was in such a spot she didn’t even think about the gaping hole that was her neck anymore. And then the lynx begins, slowly but surely pressing them both deeper and deeper into the cold snow.
She shrieks out at the sensations she had never before experienced, not like this anyway. The lynx pulls back and plunges deep multiple times, the small barbs on his maleness scratching her inside would very quickly make her body wanting even if she wasn’t ready for it yet. Though his actions were mainly for her benefit, he soon defaults back to the more normal feline way. This seems to vibrate her entire rear end as her talons stretch and grab at the air repeatedly, in no time she’s panting rolling her head in the snow. Her body quickly lubricates the area and a mixture of bird and cat begin to drench the exposed plucked skin and feathers while the two of them make the very snow around them want to steam. But all good things come to an end and she nearly passes out completely by the time his done with her. She remains rather stretched as he leaves her to begin grooming her slightly, ‘agape’ cloaca.
She lay there panting, the fact he was hunting her had completely slipped her mind. That is until she feels the sharp prick of claws in her belly skin just above her cloaca that, lift her skin up from her body somewhat. It suddenly all comes rushing back in an instant.
“S-so soon?” She says with a slight disappointment. But just like her, she knew the lynx had to eat.

A small claw sized blade appears in his paw and she simply braces herself. He presses it into her stretched skin, before he begins to cut upwards. The small size of the blade and her large size, didn’t make the cut easy. Small sawing motions were needed to aid the dull edge up her body, until it finally meets with her breast bone.
She flaps erratically and with a new found strength as her belly falls open before her eyes. Her own hot steaming bowels now exposed to the icy air, squirming and pulsating, just doing their job as if nothing had even happened. A sight she was only all to familiar with as it was the way she too liked to present her larger prey before consuming it. She is a wash of strange thoughts, ‘god that smells like good eats.. but, but it’s my own..’ her eyes and head roll back a moment trying to clear the thought. She blamed the poison arrow, but the effects had past and she knew it. She was only trapped here by unwilling choice.

The lynx moves in lapping over her intestine a few times, getting a good taste for her. She could see his drool already dripping into her open belly and could both feel and hear his stomach rumble in anticipation.
Keen paws slip down ether side, inside of her, leaving her watching with a curious stare. Carefully and slowly, the lynx begins to lift the great pile of intestine from between the folds of her bleeding skin. It comes very clearly into view to her as the both of them inspect the sight with a dedicated interest. Rather an orderly tangle that held itself together firmly. Both the entrance and exit appearing at the top where her larger intestine would then continue to run down her back, towards the workings of her cloaca. Glistening moisture in the cold morning air, was a mouth-watering sight, she just looks at it beak agape as the lynx makes his next move.

His muzzle lower and he laps around the lower portion before his jaws close around it. Holding carefully, he pulls back perhaps trying to stretch out a loop of gut. But instead the compact pack of guts refuses to move, his teeth would sink in before such a thing would happen. Ripping them a little making them leak out a brownish ooze. He drops it and licks his chops. ‘Messy cat’ she thinks mildly entertained by it all.
“Such polite manners, your meat will go cold you silly creature.”
She clacks her beak at him only aiding the mess that starts to build up within.

He just smiles at her his tongue poking out a little while she oozed over his paws. Well, if she didn’t mind him being less careful about it.. His jaws open wide suddenly as he lifts her intestine up a little more. Now he would simply stuff the lot right into his mouth all at once. He bites down a bit, intestines now worming their way up and around his nose as he tries to fit her entire lower gut into himself. She gasps, the pressure certainly forcing things back up into her gizzard as well as rapidly increasing the pressure in her large intestine and thus cloaca. She managed to clench firmly just in time to prevent a mess but this lynx seemed persistent!

Another bite down and then his muzzle manages to glide deeper into her, his neck swelling. Before she knows it, that cute feline nose is right inside of her open belly, nudging at her gizzard. She feels more than a little ill all of a sudden as he stretches his head back, suddenly tugging on all of her organs. It was too much, it made her neck muscles retch with the actions, but with no crop not much would come of it. Her cloaca on the other hand was a different story as she lost the battle over its control. A filthy mess shoots undignifiedly across her tail feathers, making her toes curl up into tight little balls. She looks back at him just in time to see him bite down on the two connecting tubes of her gut, positioned to the side of his mouth. Snipping her gut free, the ends would simply fall right back in. The lynxes own gut suddenly appears very well rounded out, they were after all of a similar size.

“You’re the best burd I’ve eaten in a long time.” He says rather openly honest.
She is not sure how or if she is able to respond to that, the shift in her internal organs was significant and it winded her. More so her body seemed to be struggling with breathing anyways. Perhaps it was the cold on her diaphragm, or maybe the blood loss, or simply her body was just going into shock. It did not matter, nor did she care. She just remained determined to watch the lynx who was thinking up ways to easily transport the rest of his meat.

He gets to work lifting out the rest of her lower digestive track, draping it between her legs as it tugs on her cloaca from the inside. He wastes little time in cutting the skin around her sensitive opening that continues to protest to his actions with cute little clenches and shudders, until he finally has it freed from her. He holds it up presenting it to her curious expression while he puts a claw hole through the side of it, closely followed by a short stick. She is simply baffled by this action, only to be again surprised as a firm grip takes her head bending it back. That small sharp blade digs into her throat making just a careful hole into her oesophagus, which is then widened with a claw. It makes her want to choke as he releases her head momentarily. She was becoming a little dizzy now but was still somewhat aware of what was going on between them. And so snots as sharply as she can in protest when she realises what his about to do. But she could not stop him, the length of her own gut is simply fed into her beak all the way to the back making her swallow. The lynx fishes out the end from the hole he had made and pulls it through. The stick traps her own cloaca in her mouth that squirts whenever it is pulled taut. It leaves the lynx with just enough length as a handle protruding from her neck, to wrap around his paw. Finally standing, he smiles at her with a look of respect before dragging her towards his home. She can do little but be dragged via this uncomfortable throat handle, slowly fading to the taste of her own leaky gut in the snow.


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About:
It may not portray it to its best, as I wanted to keep this one short and sweet. But she is supposed to be somewhat willing here. The only unwilling part is the ‘when’, but given she had been defeated, she is not all that distressed by her inevitable fate. Willingly unwilling means pretty much that, yet at the same time there is always an element of unwillingly willing as I love adding a conflict of interests.
I left her alive at the end simply to contradict her previous thoughts of it being better to die to another predator, than to end up going out to simply old age, the cold and likely any sickness that comes with that. The fate of any top predator can be rather abysmal and anti-climactic in the eyes of most people. And she being at the top of the top, feared it, for she was not young or inexperienced with life. But her end was not as swift as she may have hoped as the lynx couldn’t eat her all at once.
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