Annie and the wolves
(soft vore, digestion, disposal)
 
Annie was furious. For weeks now hunting in her forest had been annoyingly hard. The usually abandoned prey animals were hard to find and while she still caught the odd boar and such, deer seemed to have vanished almost entirely. This morning she had only gotten a couple of bunnies and the fox that had tried to catch them as well. The only thing she had in spades now were traces of a wolf pack which had recently arrived in the forest. She thought it would be just a new taste for her to enjoy but it seemed they were rather elusive and utterly ravenous. She decided to stop her laziness and dedicate her day to hunting them down.
The three three meter tall eagle walked to a nearby clearing and took off, flying lowly over the forest and trying to spot any traces, listening for betraying sounds and hoping to find her next meal even as her aggravated stomach was churning three smaller forest critters into paste.
Luckily her sharp eagle eyes were able to pick up on some ruffling in the underbrush and some dust being kicked around. She circled over the area and watched a nearby clearing, hoping she would be able to land near all the commotion. Seconds later the barking of her canine prey confirmed she was at the right spot and as she descended towards the clearing, a deer broke through the foliage, followed by approximately a dozen wolves. With an ear piercing screech Annie went into a steep dive and landed not on the grassy clearing but on the two rearmost wolves, with her talons stretched out. The dagger like claws dug deep into the canine’s flanks, while her weight pressed down on them hard enough to break some bones. The sudden crack and their pained yowling got the pack to stop and turn around to face the danger. They froze when they saw the massive avian literally overshadow half of them.
“You are done eating my tasty deers. Time to cut you down to size.” hissed the bird while the snarling canines started to encircle her. She was not impressed however since they all were nicely sized to fit into her beak. But if she wanted to really gorge on wolves, she had to get rid of something first. After a short amount of convulsing and retching, her beak gaped and a meaty pellet of mostly disintegrated bunnies draped as a bony mess around a fleshy spindle shaped body of a former fox that was somehow still breathing. This horrid mess fell into the grass before her, steaming and sizzling with her potent avian stomach acids.
“I am going to make you envy them.” Annie threatened, but before she could commence feeding on the wolves impaled on her talons, another one volunteered. The largest and seemingly oldest wolf in the pack launched itself towards her in a lightning fast pounce, trying to bite into her throat. The massive eagle was too large for him to possibly reach that high, but she happily obliged the canine attacker when she leaned down equally fast. The wolf did not even have time to yap in surprise as he failed to latch onto her throat and instead got engulfed by it. Annie had opened her beak at the last second and the attacking wolf’s momentum had carried him halfway down her gullet. He tried to pull his tail between his legs in fear but failed at that too, due to the hungry bird’s tongue already occupying the space. Annie proudly lifted her head and turned it sideways, making it obvious to all how quickly she had incapacitated their alpha and was now clearly enjoying eating him whole and alive. The large wolf slowly slipped over her firm tongue, accompanied by loud squelching sounds until she made a sort of pecking motion and snapped her beak shut. Their leader was just a wiggling bulge making muffled whining sounds, and it was disappearing in the huge eagle’s chest. When the first wolf entered her hostile stomach it was nothing one could see, but only hear in form of a sudden shift in the sounds her prey made. There was a distinct change from scared to openly agonised whining as she immediately began to digest the wolf who had been poaching in her hunting grounds.
“Next!” She said demandingly before belching up a few wet clumps of fur and licked over the edges of her sharp beak. Luckily for her the wolves were proud and not used to being demoted in the food chain. But that was exactly what was going on. The next one tried to assault Annie, this time trying to move around the giant bird in order to attack her legs and tear her down. But this canine too found out that attacking something as quick and powerful as an eagle several times its size was nothing but a lethal amount of stupidity. When Annie twisted and gobbled up this slightly smaller wolf, she was doing so with apparent ease. Her beak clamped down on her prey, nearly cutting into it before her head lifted high above the pack and a few easy gulps created another whining bulge which slipped down her throat, ruffling her feathers on its way towards her waiting stomach.
“Delicious. Also, if you think of running away, I will return and keep doing this to your pack each day until you are all gone. Now you can pick if you want to become my servants or my shit. Either way you are going to see what my eagle body does to your tasty leaders.”
That stung. They were still growling and snarling a her, but no other wolf wanted to commit suicide by eagle belly. Now even when she rested her entire weight on one of the wolves she had landed on as she pulled the other one up towards her beak. One wolf was completely obliterated under her weight and that of her meals, its chest crumbling, spine snapping and belly bloating out to either side of her large toes, showing that its insides were not at all where they belonged to. Meanwhile Annie was cruelly teasing the lifted up barely conscious wolf with several slow licks across its body.
“Mhhh tasty, I should take more time to enjoy you from here on.” she said with something of a pleased moan while her tongue lapped at the wounds her talons had cut. The whining wolf could only watch as her beak eventually opened again to engulf it too. Warm, acrid smelling air wahed over the sanine’s sensitive nostrils while Annie slowly pushed in her third meal. Resting on her tongue and being pushed on by one talon on its rear, the wolf slowly slid towards the deep dark tunnel of her near insatiable gullet. Heat and saliva encroached it from all sides, matting its fur and making it even harder for it to stay awake. Just a few flinches of tail and twitching of paws showed it was still alive. This time the bird was not quickly bolting down her prey. Instead she rolled it around on her tongue, suckled around it until the exposed paws were dripping long strings of eagle drool onto the floor and the discarded breakfast of the predatory avian.
The pack watched mortified as Annie toyed over one of them with her tongue. Eventually however she seemed to have sucked all flavour from it and she leaned her head back once more, slurping the completely drenched olf down like some sort of overcooked noodle. With a sigh from the mighty eagle and a squelch from her wolf conquering throat, another bulge entered her belly, this time making a noticeable bulge. Apparently it took three canine would be alpha predators to even dent her greedy belly.
 Then she focussed her attention to the other wolf which had died under the crushing pressure of her other foot. She twisted her head a little, picked up the bloody and somewhat soft and limp body. “Yuck!” she exclaimed as she tossed the corpse right on top of the half digested fox which had been trying to worm its way into the forest this whole time, burying it under dead wolf.
“You can have that one. I want good prey, fresh prey, life prey. And I feel like gorging on you tasty furballs today.” she demanded. And apparently managed to trip the next wolf’s fuse.
“We are not some vermin that only exist to feed others. We won’t submit to your dreadful wishes. At least eat what you kill like a real predator.” snarled a seemingly female wolf of the larger variety. She bared her large fangs at Annie, even though stronger wolves were currently busy entering a more liquid state just a few meters away, underneath a few layers of feathers, muscles and stomach.
“Good.” snickered Annie with an evil glint in her sharp eyes. “I want the noisy one. Bring her to me so I can swallow her.” She demanded like a queen who had just been insulted.
“Do you really think you can order my brethren around and make us sacrifice each other? We are….” Her return speech was cut short when a grin curled around the edges of Annie’s beak and the bird nodded violently enough to shake her gurgling drooping stomach and its contents happily. The wolfess started to tremble when she looked to either side and found her packmates closing in on her and herding her towards the voracious bird, just like they would herd the deers they loved to feast on. The other wolves were clearly focussed on their own survival, the sight of having their packmates crushed with ease and the sounds of them being digested alive were enough to completely erode their sense of order and belonging. When the massive bird threatened them with her appetite, it was each for themselves.
 
Reluctant, but even more unwilling to be attacked by her own pack, the resistant bitch walked towards Annie. She could could hear the bird’s fast working belly growl and churn, processing her packmates and seemingly calling out to her, demanding her. It was utter horror to her. But she had no choice but to keep walking. The eagle once more lowered her head, the shift in posture making her drooping belly look even larger. She could only imagine the state the others were already in. She looked to the side at the skinless mess the eagle had turned the fox into and wondered how long her stomach had taken to do so much damage. And when she looked ahead, she found out she was already shoulders deep inside Annie’s maw. The eagle had opened up in the mere second she had been distracted and now chuckled around her as the other wolves were driving her deeper into the gaping beak. Not daring to look back, she halfway accepted her fate and pressed her snout into the loose ring of saliva coated muscle which marked the beginning of Annie’s throat. The squelching sound all around her head made her shiver and stop. This was so wrong! She was a wolf, a predator and a good one at that. And then she felt a firm bite on her tail which sent her kicking, accidentally shoving herself deeper into Annie’s gullet which happily accepted her and started to massage her down. Slowly.
 
On the safe and comfortable side of the bulge, Annie was leaning back against one of the trees, showing off her full belly and the wiggly squirming lump in her throat.
“I will keep her in my crop for a little while. I kinda liked the way she sacrificed herself for you spineless worms. And she was tasty! So, how about you explain to me why I should finish swallowing her instead of any of you. Or all of you.” she chuckled. “Explain with your tongues on my feet, in case you wonder how.” she added and wiggled her toes. One foot was already covered in dirt, blood and some fur sticking to it all, but the other one, the one she had crushed a wolf with, had even more fleshy grime on it and some of it was making strings between her toes.
Utterly terrified of the mere possibility of becoming her next snack, the wolves were all over her. But not the way they had initially planned. INstead they were meekly cowering at her poised up feet, tails drooping and snouts busy rubbing over her scaly feet and toes and claws, licking general dirt and the remnants of two of their own from them. It was even more humiliating than it was disgusting and the Bird was just sitting there enjoying the feeling of being served by her prey.
“You are lucky you are all so good at licking. If you were to take too long, I would be finish digesting your friends and spray you in bird shit so everyone could see who you belong to.” she teased, leaning back and finishing her meal, confident that the remaining wolves knew their place. Under her large feet.
 
The last wolf for this lunch was slowly pressing her way into the eagle’s stomach. Not that she wanted to be there, but the clenching throat muscles left her no choice. Completely drenched in saliva, her fur did nothing to impede the steady slide through the spreading sphincter to the avian’s heated and acid filled chamber. The first thing that greeted her was a nose burning acrid fume, followed by something firm but very slimy writhing against her. The bitch panicked completely when she noticed the semi solid thing was one of her pack mates. The eagle’s stomach had already softened the others up in just a few minutes. “Let me out of here! Heeelp! It burns!” she screamed among the other, further digested and less talkative wolves.
Sadly for her, any wolf who as much as looked at the noisy belly bulge instead of licking feet was getting a stern look from Annie, maybe the eagle licked her beak too, as a final warning. And then everything simply continued. Defeated sounds were made, bits of fur and flesh were pulled and licked from increasingly clean feet while Annie’s stomach processed its contents.
In the meantime the bitch had been completely dumped inside Annie’s stomach, which had swollen just a little more to form a nice round dome which rested down on her thighs. The wolfess was the only one left that was still able to thrash and kick, helping the acidic organ to process the others and to kill her. Thick flash laden chyme that still burned coated her fur, made her skin soft and soggy. The fur on her paws and snout was first to go since those appendages were rubbed and massaged over the most. Sometimes the slimy stomach folds engulfed them, sometimes they were just pressed into her decomposing pack mates. She was forced to feel how her helplessly drifting body was the grinding stone that tore off a former packmate’s flesh or on which another one’s half dissolved belly burst open upon. But with the incredible speed of the massive eagle’s digestive system, it was only a question of time before she too would be reduced to a slurry of semi connected flesh and tissue with loose bones drifting around inside of it. The last thing she felt before the stomach choked the life out of her was a jet of fresh hot acid shooting from a gland in the stomach walls directly into her maw, since the face which should have stopped the liquid was mostly gone already.
 
On the outside, Annie occasionally rubbed over her quickly shrinking and softening belly with her long feather’s or had a wolf knead it to help her digest their tasty little packmates. Luckily for the other wolves they did manage to make her feet sparkling clean before the huge bird was finished digesting four of them.
“Good work puppies. And that is your new name from here on, you are my tasty little puppies and do what I say.” she snickered as she got up on her feet again. The wolves were reluctant but had seen how quickly she could turn them into mush and knew she had room for more now.
“Now be good puppers and take a look under my tail. This is your reward: You will not end the day looking like this.”
 Annie lifted her tail feathers so the canines could have a good look underneath. They might know what was coming or they might be oblivious to it, the eagle did not care. She only knew she had to fly back to her nest soon and needed to take a dump first. Her cloaca opened and instinctively the bird clenched. With a soft sigh Annie released a rather thick viscous stream of bright grey, almost white waste. The mostly liquid remains of four adult wolves which had been on a hunt just two hours ago. Now “they” were splattering on the grass in several squirts of steaming warm runny mess which splattered the tall grass in a wide radius behind the bird.
“Not done yet.” she huffed as the orifice gaped wider still. She was not sure of it was her unique anatomy or diet which caused this, but following the typically avian waste soup was a goopy but still far more solid waste. Brown logs lines with clumps of bleached fur and crumbled bone were dropping from her rear, breaking off at short length and falling a good meter down to form a smooth heap on top of the puddle of her earlier release. It kept piling up higher and wider as more and more processed wolves were leaving Annie’s extremely fast but somewhat wasteful digestive tract. The excrement she pushed out after eating four wolves was enough to form a single new one if it was not of a fairly useless composition. The wolves stared at the growing pile in shocked silence, each of them horrified of the display and simultaneously glad they were not part of it. As the bird was nearly done lightening her load, the excrement took on a greyish shade as it was increasingly composed of ground up bones and with a final sloppy squelch, the last bit of eagle waste landed before the wolves.
“Don’t run off just yet, puppies. I am sure you want to look your friends in the eyes and thank them for sating me in your stead.” she snickered. With a well practiced choreography the eagle convulsed, clenched her stomach and heaved. Seconds later a streamlined soggy pellet fuming with stomach juices and containing four canine skulls wrapped in bleached fur fell down right into the mushy pile of shit.
“Perfect.” commented the eagle with an almost purring voice and took to the air, leaving her new servants to deal with their new place in the food chain.