Catchow fulfils his purpose
Melina licked over her beak, deciding she had tracked the cheetah long enough. He was clueless as all the other anthros she had eaten before him but unlike most he looked fit enough to be annoying to chase down. So she simply wiggled her hips and pounced on him from behind. The cheetah was as light as he looked. Even before he hit the ground and his air escaped with a shocked cry, Melina knew she would be hungry again in just two days. Chonkier anthros fed her for a week but this one would only keep her sated for as long as he will take to navigate her digestive tract.
“Hello kitty.” She purred with a cold condescending voice. “You are being snacked on. Please do not resist.”
Melina felt some squirming but the little male gave up when her long talons ripped through his clothing. Ever since a pair of jeans had made it all the way through her, Melina has been a fan of stripping her food.
“Please don't hurt me.” The little man begged and the gryphon replied in a dry chuckle.
“I am afraid that is not how digestion works. But I plan to rape you hard enough to let you suffocate quickly when I am done toying with you.”
Her words caused a shudder in the prey under her feet but Melina thought it was from terror, not arousal. When she rolled him over, she ignored the clearly venerating look in his eyes and when her stare locked on his modest sheath with the barbed tip already peeking out she wondered if she was entering her heat again and the scent got him riled up in spite of his well founded terror.
In any case the sparrow hawk - cougar hybrid walked over the chee, pinning him under her forebodingly empty belly and promptly rubbed her warm, previously bored folds over his growing excitement.
“Good boy, get nice and hard for your predator. Let me take some pleasure from you before I take all of your flesh as well.” She groaned as his sharp barbs entered her silky folds, admirably enhancing the effect his little four inch cock had on her.
Melina was expecting a lot of struggling originally but when the cheetah placed his hands on the belly he was destined to fill, she felt a very strange emotion towards her food: adoration.
“You know you will die in there, right?” she huffed as she lifted and dropped her loins, soaking his sheath in her sharply fragrant juices. To her very pleasant and noisy surprise, that mention only caused the cheetah to thrust upwards sharply and pre leaking from his tip.
“You like that?” she asked in aroused confusion. “You are happy I caught you, will eat you, heave up your bleached fur to pad my nest come tomorrow?” she asked while picking up the pace.
“Mrrr~ Yess.” he chirped giddily. “I… I am not looking forwards to, well, perishing, but you are such a wondrous creature. You deserve to feed on people and they should be happy to serve your body.” The chee was speaking from the bottom of his racing heart and whether it was the surprise or the sweetness of his confession, surely enough melina’s folds were clenching on him firmly, throbbing in climax. Thick slimy femcum was soaking his loins as the man eating huntress got off on top of him. When she pulled off, there was a long clear string of liquid connecting her to his tip for a while.
“You think so highly of me?”
He nodded fervently.
“Well then, I am not opposed to getting off a second time before consuming you. Who knows, if you last long enough someone might hear us and walk on my menu and save you. You could just earn to become my pet. Now get behind me and show me your veneration”
“Yess! I would love that.” he replied. Was it for a slim chance to not wake up as bird shit come morning, or just her fulfilling one of his deep rooted dreams before killing him? But his excitement was intoxicating enough to make her already used pussy wink. Just to make sure he got the point, she assumed a crouched feline mating position, hardly believing she was moving her tail out of the way and flaring her well soaked lips to some lean snack of an anthro. Her resolution to devour him was not even cracking, but still she found him so adorable and surprisingly appreciative of her raw demanding nature that she just ended up wanting his semen inside her beyond what her hungry belly had in mind for him.
It did not take long for the cheetah to realise what he was tasked to do and when his small feline cock was pressing into her receptive folds again, they were vibrating with the frequency of his eager purring.
“Mnn~ I have never had eager food before.” Melina purred. “Go and try to breed me. If you do well your body gets to feed your own offspring.” she moaned, enjoying his rapid shallow thrusts way more than she thought she had any right to. His sheath was nearly pushed into her throbbing folds as his hips smacked into her cheeks as he grabbed her short warm fur and really leaned into her.
 
The one and a half felines were a hot panting mess with wet sticky liquid dripping between their feet as Melina chirped out in her second climax, this time feeling her prey’s barbs standing up and gripping her walls as he clearly came as well. She breathed out a very satisfied “Yess~” as they halted, only relishing in their shard clenches and undulations as the cheetah emptied himself into her. It would be wrong to say he was deeply buried inside her thirsty folds, but the anthro was deep enough inside to feel her quivering puffy folds against his painfully emptied balls.
“Are you satisfied, mistress?” he huffed once he could breathe again. And he shivered when her sharp beak turned around and her fierce eyes stared right into his.
“Almost. I just need a little more.” she said sternly as she felt his cock shrinking out of her to hide inside his sheath. “If your cock can’t do it, I will have to make do with your face.” she snickered and pushed her hips backwards, tackling him back on the ground again.
The cheetah had only a second to look at the approaching tailhole which was going to squirt out his utterly digested remains unless a miracle happened. Then his vision was mostly eclipsed by her cheeks and the messy sex landing on his face.
“Try not to drown, I want to feel you squirm in my stomach.” she huffed as she rubbed her soaked folds all over his head.
 
As Melina rather firmly planted her sensitive bits down on her lunch’s face, she was no longer surprised, but amused all the same to find the cheetah to be reacting very well to his treatment. His barbed tongue could have remained hidden in his maw and he could have tried to bite her, but instead he just lapped at her folds, soon pushing part of his tongue properly into her, thanks to her slit being rather soft and puffy after two climaxes.
“Such a good boy. Here, have a bit of air.” she purred as if she was giving him a great gift rather than postponing his death by a few minutes and relocating the venue to her stomach. Still, the chee happily slurped strings of thick slime off his snout and panted, looking up at her quivering folds and even told her he was ready for her to resume using him.
“You are almost too good to eat.” she huffed as his tongue slipped back inside, its barbs picking up where his cock had stopped.
“Almost” chimed in her prey, nearly making her come again. The fact that he was eager to feed himself to her, or at least pretended it very convincingly was a shockingly strong turn on for the gryphon.
“I honestly hope you knocked me up, the world needs more prey like you.” she chuckled, honestly unsure if she was jesting or not. When she found the little guy starting to press his semi firm sheath upwards against ehr empty belly and grinding on it, it was simply too much. With a huff and a chirp she came on her food a third time, soaking his snout with her juices while pushing back on him nearly violently enough to insert his muzzle. She could feel his nose going in but nothing more and when she was gone, she jumped off her servile seat and looked at him, standing tall, menacing and hungrily before him. Only the long string of clear lust drooling from her slightly gaping folds all the way to the forest floor sullied the otherwise perfectly menacing appearance.
“So, now I am properly satisfied. And I wonder, would you just climb into my beak if I told you to? After all, you seemed to get only more aroused whenever I told you where you were going. Or what my body will turn yours into.”
The cheetah jumped up on his feet, still panting, still cleaning her juices from his face by the time he stepped towards her.
“It would be such a good use of my body to feed yours.” he mused. “Especially if you turn my seed into gryphon eggs. Or me.” he explained, caressing her beak like a lover’s face. He had to look up slightly to see her eyes. They were sharp and calculating as ever but vastly more approving than ten minutes and nearly half a dozen orgasms ago.
“You know it is a horrible way to die, right? Being eaten alive.” She asked. Her curiosity got the better of him now that his actions only determined how fast and in how many pieces he entered her belly.
“But before I perish I get to massage you from the inside and experience just how capable a predator you are. You ate a lot of people right?”
“I like to think so and my nest agrees.” she replied proudly.
“So many lives, so many personalities. Simply digested, absorbed,...”
“Shat out?” she suggested.
“YESS! You simply use us as fuel and I think it's fascinating. My only regret is I can merely feed you once.”
“Go on, then. Destiny awaits.” she chuckled and opened her beak, lowering her front so he could simply bow down to lay his torso onto her firm avian tongue.
 
The cheetah stared, his own comparatively pathetic jaw dropped as he inhaled the foul, acrid smells rising up from his predator’s dark pink abyss of a gullet. He could see right into the oesophagus which had potentially guided dozens if not hundreds of anthros towards a hot, messy, gastric demise. Looking into the gryphon’s beak, he almost felt as if he could hear her past meals cry out from the afterlife, or maybe he was just getting too excited. In any case he took a deep determined inhale, knowing he won’t get anything close to breathable soon and then leaned forwards. Her tongue was so firm and warm. Her body was hotter than his and he could feel the moisture in the gases passing over his face as she breathed around him. A low purr rumbled through her body, sounding like distant thunder as he was face to face with her wide open throat now. He said nothing. He felt strangely at home in her beak, on her tongue. This was the beginning of his final journey and he would not change a thing.
She seemed to agree. Next her beak closed around him, a hooked bill easily capable of snapping his spine like a dry twig was poking into his fur, merely holding him as she lifted him off the ground. Gravity shifted and blood rushed into his skull as he braced for a sudden descent. Then he got a last glimpse of her wide open beak once more as she tossed her head backwards even more and opened up. The back of her maw turned into a pink funnel leading into utter darkness and towards certain digestion. Half of his final clean ish breath was released in a startled chirp. As he fell towards her gullet, his instincts screamed at him for the first time.
“You are going to die. You need to escape.”
He ignored the notion even before her slimy throat flesh engulfed him down to his elbows. It was so roomy around him and as he wiggled around and firm contractions pushed him deeper, he saw red hints of light passing through her spread out feathers and flesh. He was bulging out her crop apparently. The thought of how he looked from the outside, half legs half bulge made his cock slide out of his sheath again. That was all he was now. Food on his way to perform his final duty in the food chain. He could even move his hands a bit and eagerly drew them over the insanely slick flesh he was encased in, purring back at his predator as he felt the vibrations caused by her vocalised approval of his sacrifice. Luckily the crop was roomy enough for him to breathe again, though this time he got a lot more humidity and stale acrid smells than before. He was inside her now. For the most part at least.
Another toss of her head soon sent him along deeper. Her gullet opened up at the bottom of the crop and even while holding his breath, the chee was forced to smell how acidic things were further below. Hot gasses wafted up from her stomach as his head and shoulders slipped deeper. He was being emptied out from her crop even as his hind paws slipped off the back of her tongue. Stretched out and firmly massaged from all sides, he enjoyed the tightness of her touch as her body transported him to her belly. Soon a firm ring of flesh squeezed over his head, then lower towards his tail. It was wringing most of the saliva from his soaked fur, only to have it promptly replaced by stinging digestive juices as he nearly fell into her stomach. She was small enough that he had to curl up to fit into her soon drooping stomach. He felt the deadly sack of flesh expand and sink lower. The thought of how she looked when full of anthro chee got him so excited that he was leaking pre again. Immediately he went back to rubbing the walls around him, finding them even slimier than her crop. He just had to look, but this time all he got was intense blackness. But the sensations were powerful enough to draw him a picture in his mind. Thick winding folds in the elastic walls containing him were housing thick blood vessels which gently pulsated under his paws. Glands in the thick stomach walls occasionally opened up to disgorge viscous juices that stuck to his body and burned on his skin. Their fumes alone were enough to burn in his nostrils and hurt his eyes, forcing him to shut them again. He winced in discomfort even though his heart raced with pleasant arousal. It was just as humbling as he had expected but twice as intimate. This was it, this was her reducing him to nutritious liquid after he willingly gave himself to her. Her mention of his nutrients maybe going towards her next clutch of eggs came back to his mind and for a little bit he secreted some viscous liquids back at the stomach walls rubbing all over him.
 
“Not as comfy as you expected?” chuckled a teasing voice seemingly coming from all around him. Now that he was in her stomach, she sounded like the goddess he treated her as.
“It is amazing!” he chirped in that adorable cheetah fashion. “I am happy I gave myself to you.” He did not get her reply, over the coughing fit he fell into after having emptied his lungs with his speech and inhaling the acidic gases surrounding anything that was not already submerged in flesh and bone melting liquids.
 
 
Melina was properly astonished by her food. She was too occupied with his gentle internal massage to do anything other then stand there and experience the sensations he caused. She was actually afraid that lying down or trotting home would cost her those firm, needy massaging touches which were so different from the already pleasant thrashes and kicks her food usually exhibited.
“Thank you for being so compliant. I hope there are more like you out there. If there are, I simply have to meat them.”
She took the shuddering she felt as assent. Her prey was unable to make any noises except coughs and groans by now. From some prey she had regurgitated mid digestion some time ago, she figured he was at the stage where burnt bits of lung flew from his bleeding maw every time he tried to breathe. But such was digestion.
As expected the massage soon turned into shivers and uncontrolled spasms soon after, telling her that the cute little man who had pleased her so well was indeed gone and only a comparatively light amount of feline meatloaf with an annoyingly big bone and fur content remained filling her noisy stomach. Now was the time to trott back towards her nest and sleep off her meal, after picking up a nicely visible spot to incorporate the expected pellet in.
 
“Such a good prey.” Melina cooed at the softening round lump in her midsection as she was resting in her nest, occasionally licking traces of leftover prey semen and her fourth orgasm off the talon she had used to very carefully massage herself with. She replayed the wonderfully entertaining events surrounding her currently disappearing belly bulge as her stomach mercilessly obliterated the cute cheetah causing it.
While Melina dwelled on her memories, her stomach was almost done scraping the soggy remnants of his skin off his corpse. Grey and red competed for dominance over the thick mucky goop oozing from the nearly hollowed out feline skull haphazardly attached to a floppy fully emerged spine. One of her rather sultry contractions had caused Melina to clench hard enough to pop her food’s abdomen open like a melon dropped from a roof. Still warm cheetah guts spilled into the thick paste pooling at the bottom of her stomach as his conversion to vomit was nearing completion. Still, even though there was hardly anything but liquefied flesh and increasingly acid pitted bones left of the guy, Melina regarded him very highly in her memories as well as today’s menu.
 
By the time she woke up from her digestive nap, the sun was rising once more. Pressing down on her belly with a front paw, Melina felt that she needed to hurry if she was to get a decent enough souvenir out of him, because yesterday’s cheetah snack with benefits was crumbling under her toes. She sat up, appreciating the added weight and heft to her belly and haunches as she stretched her sinewy cougar frame. With her gullet forming a line from stomach to nest already anyway, she stayed in her cat stretch and retched. A second later something wet, heavy and acridly fuming landed beside her nest with a wet plop. She sighed as she realised his skull had been entirely melted, with only some hollowed out tooth shells and splinters of corroded jaw bone to be found. His vertebrae and femurs fared a little better, but those were only good as reinforcement for the outside layers of her next. But what really caught her attention was a bleached collar, like on the pets she so often devoured when their owners eluded her. She playfully flipped the nearly untouched brass tag dangling from it and wiped off some thoroughly bleached fur.
“Catchow? Really? You were actually asking to end up like this.” she chuckled and carefully placed it near the spot on her nest she always rested her head on.
 
Leaning towards her once more flat belly again she talked to Catchow one last time.
“Lets go and shit you on someone’s car. I am curious if I manage to set off the alarm and get a free meal again.”