I was'nt sure what to draw today, so I wanted to write a short story with a little bit of imagery.

You sit alone in a club, on a leather love seat, staring at the only other couple present, who are happily engaged in discussion. They were here before you showed up, and sat out, as you casually eavesdropped. You thought it'd be rude to interrupt and join in. So you pretended to be not paying attention while listening in to pass the time. It wasn't long till they left holding the door open for a Hyena, and you being the only other patron that night he walks straight up to you.

He is tall and has a muscle gut build to him, blond haired and fierce orange eyes. He has a bit of a confident swagger in his step as he saunters right up to you, standing in front of you while you're seated on the couch.
"You look bored," he says, "why don't you climb in my maw?"

You chuckle. He must be joking, right? Sure he is big, but it's not like you can just fit in his muzzle, and why ask for such a strange thing anyway? You notice his maw, hanging open right above your forehead. Glancing up into it you see the long soft tongue lead back, strands of saliva connected from it to the ridges at the roof of his maw and the soft palette, smooth and slick, leading down past the edge of his tongue. His flesh is a deep blue, like indigo. You don't know why but, it makes you blush a little, thinking about where his throat leads to.

You decide to humor him and you lift your chin, and put the front of your muzzle in his maw. His lips resting on the bridge of your muzzle, nose rubbing against the rough ridges of his roof and his tongue response to you by licking softly at your chin. He grins, and you start to realize that he could fit two more muzzles your size in his wide maw, side by side, cheek to cheek.

Almost suddenly he clasps his paws on your shoulders, breaking you out of what ever weird daydream you had. He also closed his lips around your muzzle and pushing forward, his nose rubbing against your forehead and headfur. Huffing hot moist breaths as he takes in your scent, likewise this makes his breath flow back and forth over your muzzle, his scent being forced into your nose, making you gasp on it before he starts to suckle on you like a piece of candy. His tongue twirling around your muzzle, coating it with saliva as he starts to drool.

You can do little more than squirm as he holds you down in your seat, and he opens his maw wide, giving you a nice glimpse at his throat before clamping it over your head, submerging you in darkness. You can feel the tongue lapping at you, filling your ears with wet slurps as his fangs rests on either side of your neck. You can also feel something warm and slimy rubbing against your nose and the front of your muzzle.

While he savors you, you feel him start ripping off clothes, never keeping a paw off you for a second. Once your shirt was off he'd push himself down on you, feeling his maw closing around your chest as your head pushes down his hot, slick throat. His gullet undulating around your face, coating it with mucus as he gulps hard. Doing the impossible by working your shoulder into his throat. From here on you were easy, your arms pinned to their sides, his maw slowing down over your belly, lapping at your waist while he hastily started ripping off your pants. It was to late to come to the realization that you were only food to him, and it was too late to scream as the thick muscly walls held your muzzle closed, and you held your last breath of air.

TBC, I'll be proof reading this again now for any more errors I missed x3 Otherwise I'll be uploading the conclusion tomorrow.

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