Hey, I figured that we would go back and shine the spotlight on an author we already visited before. Last time I shouted out their stories I was only doing cockvore rebirth shoutouts so I figured we would take a look at some of their really good unbirth stories. We also have a bonus soft vore rebirth story that I will post at the end of the blog.

The first story from Vorecat87 is Photographic Hunt in The Congo

https://aryion.com/g4/view/545882

Commentary: The thing that really makes this story stand out is the lack of dialogue between any characters. Normally this might be problematic in any other story as a story without any dialogue often comes off as more of a caption then a short story but I think Vorecat87 managed to add enough details to the setting and to the actions of the characters to the point that I honestly forgot there wasn't any dialogue until I reread the story right now. I also liked the ironic ending of the protagonist being the one to be photographed, as a giant ape, instead of him being the one to take pictures. I recommend giving this one a read it's a great short story.

The next story is The Horse Girl

https://aryion.com/g4/view/588604

Commentary: I thought the villain character(Eli) was very interesting in this one. It was kind of compelling to see someone who would commit such a cruel deed but act as if such deed was the right thing to do to the prey character. The sex scenes were really really great, and I especially love it when an unbirth pred needs to have sex with someone/something in order to truly kickstart the rebirth process. I think there is about 5 or 6 paragraphs describing the prey character transforming into their new body and I believe this section of the story is where Vorecat87 really flexed their creativity with chronicling the whole process, the way he describes it almost makes it seem like it's almost a real process lol. For the ending I noticed it kind of ended similarly to Photographic Hunt in The Congo, where someone else ends up living the life the protagonist always wanted. I wonder if Vorecat87 likes the idea of someone stealing someone else's destiny via rebirth vore. It might be interesting to see if someone ever writes a story with that theme being central to the story. Anyway, give The Horse Girl a read, it's one of my favorite stories.


Our last story shoutout for vorecat87 this week is Re-Homing

https://aryion.com/g4/view/676903


Commentary: The thing that makes this story shine is the sheer amount of dominative taunting that the pred, her partner, and the original mother give to the prey character. This is one of the aspects of a rebirth vore story I love the most. I love how a pred can inflect such heartless sadism only for that malicious brutality to quickly turn into tender adoring love once the person is reborn as the pred's offspring. I know it feels hypocritical of me to mention I like sadism when I previously mentioned, in a previous shoutout, that sometimes a pred acting sadistic can make me feel angry but that was either because the prey was going to die or someone else in the story was looking for the prey and just never found them. Not that I'm against those kind of stories, I just enjoy them a little less because I'm not sure if I enjoy being horny and angry at the same time. I really liked how the story ended with the original mother contemplating if she should follow the same fate as her son. It's strange, I usually don't see authors give the prey character a motive of simply wanting to live longer in willing unbirth stories, you would think you would see more of that as that would be probably one of the most beneficial aspects to an unbirth victim. Most willing unbirth stories have it where the prey character's motive is that they simply want to change gender, species, race, or they simply want the pred to be their mother. I'm getting off topic again anyway give the story Re-Homing a new home in your mind lol.

Thank you Vorecat87 for all the great stories, you definitely brought a lot of joy to various rebirth vore enjoyers throughout the web.

Vorecat87 does have other rebirth vore stories, that I didn't shoutout, if you are interested in checking them then follow the link below

https://aryion.com/g4/gallery/vorecat87


Our bonus Soft Vore Rebirth Story is...... well its one of those older stories that I have downloaded to my old phone and because of that I don't have the names to the story or its author but I can at least tell you its about giant harpies. As per usual if someone recognizes who wrote this story can you please message me so I can give proper credit.

Whole Story will be posted below

WARNING: This story contains plot! if you dont like Harpies, magical worlds, vore, big stupid oafs falling on their faces, or steaming Macro/micro sex, well...Give it a try anyway, you might find you like it.

The Ascarlin Mountains of Felarya. Majestic spires of stone that reach high into the heavens to the west of the mighty city of Negav. There is great wealth hidden within the depths far below the sheer cliffs and great danger. There are earth elementals, succubi, shadow fish even demons, yet at the mouth of the Great Ascarlin Mines, trade hubs have flourished, merchants exchange goods while mercenaries act as escorts either to and from the city or into the mountain hollows. This is about the only "safe" place on this range.
While most of the stony mountainside is barren, perched far above the cloud line is the colony of Rock Harpies, masters of the air. Their arms and legs match those of mighty birds of prey while the rest of them are that of a beautiful woman. They are massive creatures, with wingspans reaching over 200 feet, which they spread wide to patrol the skies and cliff faces. These voracious hunters make even approaching the mountain passes treacherous, which in turn makes the riches all the more valuable. While there is often little on these barren cliffs, a flash of movement breaks the stillness.
The crunch of loose dirt and stone interrupts the quiet tranquility as a cluster of five individuals, humans to be specific, race down a broad path that winds between the rocks and crevices that scatter the landscape.
The party consists of three men and two women. All of them are dressed in basic rags, more for the sake of "modesty" than anything else as the material is so thin it does hardly any good. The one at the head of the pack is Maven, a slender young man, his tussled mess of dusty brown hair is caked to his forehead from sweat, constantly listening and glancing over his shoulder. Behind him is a woman, Lyra, dirty blond hair tied up in a bun to keep out of the way, light steps barely disturbing the ground she runs on. Further back in the line are the brothers, twins actually, Kaleb and Geb, both with shaved heads, heavily built and just from looking at them, obviously not the brightest. Leading up the rear, is a the other woman, no one knows her name though as she just happened to be at the right place at the right time when these events began to unfold. And one was willing to take the time to learn it as they had more pressing matters in their hands.
"Move faster!" one of the twins grunts angrily, keeping his voice low, "We need to make as much distance between that winged freak and us before we're discovered."
Maven, taking a quick glance behind him finds Geb's eyes are locked on him, "I am not leaving the others behind," he scowls back, "if you want to rush down the mountain so bad then be my guest."
"Good!" Kaleb sneers, pushing past Lyra roughly, "Then get out of my way!"
The twins shoulder past Maven and take off quickly down the trail ahead in single file. The two were obviously never meant for stealth.

However, the incline of the trail is steep and the rocks and gravel are loose. Geb, who took up the lead, stumbles trying to doge a rock in the middle of the path, his brother, unable to stop in time, slams into his back, the pair toppling over.
With a sickening crack, Geb's face impacts on the dusty trail, the weight of his brother bearing down on him, accompanied by the sound of crunching gravel. Rolling over, his hands fly to his face, blood pouring from his nose, lips and forehead. Crimson streams trail down his arms, as he screams in agony, the cry reverberating around them. The party freezes, their hearts skip a beat.
The entire group falls silent, everyone listening, praying that the scream had not been overheard and for a few seconds there is nothing. Then the sound they all were dreading carries over on the wind, the sound of mighty wings flapping.
"GO!" Maven hisses to the two still following him as they scramble down the trail.
Reaching the twins, Geb still clutching his face, Maven ducks down, mid stride, hooking an arm under the bleeding man's shoulder and hauls him to his feet.
"The cave isn't far, and if we make it, I swear to god I'm kicking your ass," he growls into Geb's ear, the two girls running ahead.
Both Geb and Kaleb fall into step behind, stumbling to get back up to speed, the sound of air rushing over feathers growing louder. Grumbling, Geb spits out a tooth, glaring at the back of the leader.
Moments later, an enormous shadow passes over the party, the sound of a woman's giggle floating down from above, "Found ya! Ya little night crawlers."
Everyone's blood runs cold as the ominous figure of Nylea, the self-proclaimed harpy queen, rushes up from behind them, mouth open.
Maven digs his hand deep into a large bag tied about his waist, grabbing a handful of black powder. Chokedust they called it; derived from the fungus found growing in the darker corners of the harpy caves. Even small amounts caused severe irritation of the airways, and burning of the eyes. Passing the bag back to the twins, they both grabbed handfuls.

Taking quick glances at the fast approaching giant, Maven slows slightly, matching stride with the brothers, "Only throw when I say or she may not inhale enough!"

Both of them nodding, the trio keeps their speed up, at least one of them keeping tabs on the bird at all times. Stealth is no longer a concern as they run, leaping over rocks, their feet slapping on the hard stone. Meanwhile, right behind them Nylea flies low to the cliff side mouth open, ready to grab them on the fly.

30 feet…20 feet…10 feet…

"NOW!" Maven bellows, all three duck their heads, holding their breath as they throw a massive cloud of black dust straight into their attacker's face.

None of them bother to look back, the sound of fluttering wings and a loud cough inform them that their attack hit home. The three of them grin at one another knowing that the powder often renders an individual useless for at least thirty minutes.

However, a calm, chilling voice from above shatters their optimism, "Throwing sand are we?"

Maven curses under his breath; having grown up around the stuff, there was the possibility for immunity among the harpies.

Kaleb snarls from behind, "You said it would work!"

"I said it had a chance to!" Maven spits back, already trying to formulate another plan.

"Well, it looks like your little smoke screen failed," Geb growls, "Time for plan B."

"Plan w…!", Maven feels his feet kicked out from underneath him, sending him sprawling across the ground, shirt shredding.

"NOOOO!" comes a wail from further down the path, having seen the fall, Lyra turns to aid him.

She barely makes it two steps before the brothers run past on either side, Kaleb's arm tucking underneath her abdomen, knocking the wind out of her and hoisting her onto his shoulder.

"You are coming with us!" Kaleb sneers, then raising his hand above his head, he waves to Maven, "LATER BITCH! WE WILL MAKE SURE TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER!" Seconds later the party is gone, rounding a corner, footsteps quickly fading.

Face twisting in anger, Maven scrambles to his feet, his hand going to his hip, and untying an obsidian sword, the base wrapped in heavy cloth. Drawing a small amount of comfort from the fact that it hadn't shattered when he fell, he takes a defensive stance, eyes locking on his oncoming foe.

Nylea smiles broadly seeing the tiny figure, shiny blade at the ready, so pitiful. Flapping her massive wings, she slows her decent, extending her legs beneath her, landing with surprising grace upon the rocky shelf. Clawed talons dig into the hard dirt of the path, the rough birdlike legs extending up to her knees, blending with the dark tan human flesh of her smooth thighs. Like most Felarian predators, she was completely naked, her legs swelling out to wide hips, leading up to a trim waist and tight belly. Her ample bust free to the open air, arms turning to massive wings just below the shoulder, a thin feminine neck with a gold choker leading up to her pointed chin and rounded face. Her yellowish gold eyes stare down with intensity from underneath her short, orangish brown hair.

"Well aren't you a pathetic little scrap, I should strike you down where you stand," Nylea's spits, but her eyes, however, were not filled with the anger that one would expect to accompany such a statement. In fact it seems more like it was amusement with which she studied the figure in front of her, eyebrow raised.

Of course the traditional harpy dialect was very…unique, and none more so than that of the Felarian Rock Harpies. What might sound like an awful barrage of insults may in fact be a friendly greeting between two close friends, or even loved ones. Having lived amongst the harpies for a little while now, Maven knew Nylea's true meaning, and knew he had not brought about her wrath...yet.

"You will not touch them," Maven hisses through gritted teeth, his grip tightening on the blade.

"Make me beansprout," Nylea chuckles, reaching out with her massive clawed foot, ready to grab the defiant human.

Roaring, Maven brings his sword crosswise over the rough skin of the harpies toe, cutting deep. With a cry of surprise, Nylea jerks her foot away, a small trickle of blood leaking from the wound.

"Hmmm, this beanpole is more like a briarweed," Nylea bites her lip as she fights back a grin, "you dare strike at me?!"

"You will not touch them!" Maven repeats, not allowing the little victory go to his head.

"I doubt that. Where'd you get yer little thorn there?

"Like I would tell you," Maven spits.

To be honest, it hadn't been that hard to acquire. The Ascarlin Mountains are some of the richest mines in the world of Felarya and not just for the Ascarlin that the range was named after, which sells for around ten times the price of diamond. Any mineral that one could hope to find was practically sprouting out of the stone. It just so happened that, protruding from one of the corners of the room the captured humans, nekos and other humanoids were being held, contained a large vein of obsidian. It took months to craft, being forced to wait until there were no harpies within earshot, before digging at the walls with the loose pieces that fell off. It didn’t help that the stones were sharp like broken glass and often cut Maven's hand as he worked. There were two sizable pieces that he found, however, when trying to form the first one, the blade had shattered ruining weeks of work. Taking his time, he instructed the others in his cage to craft the shards into knives, and within a few months he finally had a decent blade. With these knives and his sword his party escaped, cutting through the Ironvine cord that held the bars of their cages in place.

Nylea's eyes narrowed, studying his face, followed by a flash of recognition, "I remember you! You were that glittery little bug from the architectural abomination you called a fortress," a broad grin spreading across her face, "How is your sad excuse for a biped companion, still blubbering like a banshee?"

Anger bubbles in Maven's veins, but he keeps his cool, "Go strut somewhere else and shove it you overgrown vulture."

"Well at least you are somewhat cultured," Nylea scoffs, impressed by the little human's fine diction, "Shove it you say? Careful what you wish for."

Spreading her wings, Nylea claps them together sending a focused and powerful gust of wind down the path, kicking up dust and small rocks in tiny whirlwinds. Maven tries to ground himself, but the force knocks him backwards, slamming him into one of the many boulders on the path. The shock temporarily stuns him, sword flying from his hands, skidding down the path. Scrambling to his feet, lungs burning for oxygen, Maven half stumbles, half runs, trying to make it to his blade.

With the black handle mere inches from his fingertips, he feels the powerful grip of the harpy queen close around him, lifting him high off the ground.

"Let's go find the rest of your dirt crawling party," she giggles.

Flapping her mighty wings Nylea prepares to take off and Maven is forced to close his eyes as the harpy kicks up clouds of dust. By the time he opens them again, the emerald green forest of Felarya lays far below him. He stares down at the mass of solid green as the wind rushes past his ears, several trees shaking violently like something massive just passed between them. Panic fills his heart as he hunts for distractions to slow down the massive predator, giving his accomplices more time to escape. Beside him, the massive gash his blade cut into the harpy's toe still drips blood and he gets an idea. Wiggling in the strong avian grip of his captor, he manages to pull one arm free and drives it into the cut, clawing at the exposed nerves.

Nylea's flapping falters as pain from her toe surges up her body, "OW! You little naga shit!" this time she was legitimately mad, her eyes narrowed at her captive.

Bringing her other claw over, she quickly swaps Maven over, giving him an extra tight squeeze, crushing the wind out of him.

"Now stop being a toe maggot and behave!"

"Bitch," Maven spits.

"FOOD!" Nylea replies with a smirk, Maven falling silent.

With his options limited, the only thing he can do at this point is wait for another opportunity to present itself. In the meantime he decided it was in his best interest, health-wise, to stay quiet.

Riding the warm air currents, Nylea circles high over the mountain passes, occasionally swooping away and out of view in hopes that the party will think it is safe to venture forward. However, they had planned for this and had instructed that if they were spotted, they would hide away for at least a day, harpies hardly had the same patience as other predators. Several passes, of course, led to nothing and Nylea was getting more and more agitated, her grip on Maven tightening in frustration as her telescopic vision scanned the cliffs.

Only willing to give it a pass or two more, Nylea's grip is almost bone crushing. She had never let any of her captives escape and didn’t want to start now. With her pride severely hurt, and her anger at the human's stall tactic nearly boiling over, she seriously contemplates dropping him into the jungle and letting him fall to his death. That is until she notices movement in one of the shadowy crevices along the path, her scowl quickly turning into a grin. A head pokes out of the rocks, turns, as if to look up and quickly vanishes into the darkness.
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"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Kaleb curses, stumbling back into the cave, "I think she saw me!"

"Way to go dumbass," Lyra grunts from across the cave, "I told you to stay inside!"

"You be quiet!" Kaleb points one of his big meaty fingers at her, "this cave is far too deep and she is too fat."

"AHEM!"

All eyes snap to the entrance as one of Nylea's massive golden orbs looks inside, panic filling the party.

"Move back! Move back!" one of the twins orders, shooing everyone deeper inside.

"Just because I'm bigger than you meals with legs, doesn’t mean you can call me names," Nylea's voice dripping with honey, "Now if you could be a harpy chick instead of a school of shadow fishes, maybe you could come join the beantwig, he is pathetically lonely."

Tears spring to Lyra's eyes, her hands clasping over her mouth, suppressing a sob "No…"

"Eat naga crap turkey!" Geb shouts, going for his knife and chucking it, but Nylea simply blinks, her eyelid deflecting the projectile as it hits, handle first.

"Come out or I will force you out!" her voice calls playfully, she always loved it when prey thought they could hide.

"You…you can't touch us in here!" cries the other woman, though her voice sounding very unsure.

"Don’t blame me for your stupidity," Nylea sighs.

Stepping away from the hole, she takes flight again, making sure to keep two talons around her already captured prey. Circling back around, she latches her claws onto the small ledges of the cliff side just below the entrance. Resting her stomach against the edge, she bends forward, chest to the path, mouth at the entrance. Opening wide, two rows of teeth outlined by pink lips display the gateway into death. The tongue rolls out over the lips, the rosy cavern opening wide.

Lyra and the two brothers know what is coming and grip the cave walls and rocks tightly as a gale-force wind whips through the small cavern, drawing everything towards the gaping maw of the harpy queen. The new girl is not so quick, and before anyone can react she flies, tumbling out the cavern, and into the waiting mouth. The moment she touches the tongue, it rolls her up, the lips closing behind her. The group hears the muffled screams of the woman as she cries for aid, but nothing can save her now. Without bothering to savor the woman's flavor there is a wet gulp, and she disappears down the avian woman's gullet.

"Ok. Now the rest of you!", the mouth opens again, the gale picking back up.

The three hold on as best they can, Kaleb's knife comes loose and vanishes down the throat, harmlessly, never really meant for combat. Frustrated, Nylea pulls back one of her clawed feet and slams it against the cliff side. The small cavern shudders and all three lose their grip, pulled into the massive mouth.

Smiling, Nylea climbs back onto the large shelf, using her wings she dusts herself off, feeling quite proud.

Looking down at Maven, still trapped in her talons, she smiles, "Nah ipf ou ill ekuse ee," she mumbles around her mouthful of food, a couple pairs of feet still sticking out, flailing frantically.

Raising her leg she plants him down in front of her, freeing her foot to handle the new captives. Maven has other plans and jumps to his feet, drawing his knife. However, Nylea was ready and calmly flick it away with a single claw, the blade tumbling over the cliffs. Fixing him with a look like, "really?" she pokes him the chest, knocking him on to his back, and shifts her body forward, pinning him underneath her. Though to be more specific, underneath her exposed sex.

"Thee nah ithn't thith bed'ur?" Nylea sighs with her mouth full.

Raising her foot to her lips, she spits all three prisoners out, gripping them tightly, only their torsos exposed. Staring down at the three of them, she examines each closely, mischief playing in her eyes.

"Now which of you wiggle worms called me names?"

Without hesitation Kaleb points to Geb "He did! It was him ma'am!"

"Tch," Nylea scoffs, her other claw grabbing Kaleb by the chest and lifting him into the air, "Coward with no manners."

As he is raised above the woman's face, Kaleb searches around frantically for an escape, and his eyes fall upon Maven, "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He screams his face contorted in rage, "No wonder she found us! You probably told her where we were going to hide! And now we get eaten while you sit pretty in her SNATCH!"

Nylea shakes Kaleb violently, "You be quiet! He's too pathetic to be worth the dirt between my toes, which is why he is going last" she fixes him with a dark stare, "unlike you!"

Kaleb's arms flail about frantically, unable to gain any purchase as Nylea slowly tilts her head back, mouth open wide, "No! Wait!" he screams in panic

"Shut up!" she scolds, and drops him into her waiting mouth, licking her lips.

Trapped inside, Kaleb turns about wildly, trying to hold on to anything within the hot, slippery cavern. Nylea's tongue turns and rolls him about, soaking his flesh in her saliva, pinning him against the roof of her mouth, sucking on his flavor. Without warning, his world tilts backwards, tongue lifting up, guiding him towards the back of the throat.

In a last ditch effort he reaches for the uvula, hoping to make the predator gag, but just as his fingers make contact, his feet are captured by the woman's strong throat muscles. With a single swallow, he feels his body jerked downward, the world vanishing, encased in her fleshy prison. From outside his muffled cries disappear, along with the lump that slowly passes down into the harpy queen's chest.

Nylea shudders slightly, smacking her lips, "I need to make a note to have you bathe more frequently."

Snickering Maven pipes up, "No he just kept sneaking out of it."

"Still talking beanpod?" Nylea raises her eyebrow, wiggling on top of him, her lips spreading over his body. Picking up Geb, she looks him over, "Do you piss yourself around water too?"

Geb's eyes grow wide "Yes! Yes of course, I bathe less than my bro…."

"Yesterday," Maven cuts in, "He bathed yesterday."

"No! I swear I…" Geb stumbles over his words, but is quickly silenced by the heavy lips of Nylea, who slowly sucks him into her mouth with a sigh.

Like his brother, he scrambles around trying to find purchase, but to no avail. The massive organ rolls over his body, licking his face, back and legs, getting as much flavor from him as possible. For fun she pauses, opening her lips just slightly and just like she had hoped, Geb scrambles towards the light. She lets him make it halfway out before her lips close around his middle, terror written all over his face and with an audible slurp he vanishes again, followed by a loud gulp. Nylea sits there for a moment as she feels her meal slide down her body, dropping into her stomach. Inside she feels violent thrashing in her belly, pretty sure the brothers are fighting each other, but their movements only make her enjoy the sensation more. Below her a shadow of a smile plays on the lips of Maven, but sadness fills him when he sees who is remaining.

The harpy raises Lyra in front of her face, studying her, "Your ugly mug reminds me of an ugly mug I have seen before…" she smiles, casting a glance in Maven's direction, "Yes I'm sure I have seen your horrible features before."

"You know DAMN well who she is," Maven's face, red with anger.

"Do I Stickbug?" her lips twisting into a smile, "Well I guess we have no need for introductions then."

Raising Lyra up, the bird woman opens her mouth wide.

"NOOOOOO!!" Maven screams, fighting against her flesh, biting and kicking.

"Mmmmh…" Nylea shudders, eyes fluttering, "Oh that's good. You aren't completely broken after all."

"You. Will not. TOUCH HER!" he snarls.

"Or what? Oh and a little too late to not touch her," Nylea giggles, dangling Lyra between her talons.

Maven's blood feels like it's on fire as he digs and claws pulling on the lips that hold him, trying to drag himself free. All the while, Nylea groans on top of him, her lips swelling, wetness leaking onto her captive, temperature climbing.

Moaning loudly, Nylea lowers her claw, "If you have the endurance to keep that up I might just spare this pitiful creature."

"Why don’t you just consume me already, HUH!" Maven screams, "That’s what you are going to do eventually anyway! My home is gone, my future is gone and the people back in those cages are all monsters!"

"Awwww." Nylea twists her face into a mock pout, holding up Lyra, "No love for little sis? I mean I don’t blame you, but I DO have a proposal that doesn’t sound as stupid as wanting to be eaten."

"Like I would trust you," Maven sneers.

"Well if you stopped acting like Crisis on a slow day and realized that the only other option is death, I would shut your screeching feed hole."

Pausing for a moment, Maven takes a deep breath, doing his best to ignore the throbbing wetness around him, "Fine, what's the deal?"

"Good to see you are only mostly stupid." she grins, "I promise you freedom."

"What's the catch?" Maven eyes the queen suspiciously.

"Your lazy butt has to earn it. You got more fight than a tonorion flipped on its back but how is your endurance?" to make sure her point hits home, she slides her lips all the way up to Maven's shoulders, the smell of her sex filling his every breath.

"So I just have to pleasure you," Maven rolls his eyes, "Well aren't you creative?"

With her wings on her hips Nylea grins "Well if I'm going to lose one of my toys I would like to at least play with it one last time."

"And then I get my freedom?" Maven asks incredulously, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

A mischievous smile creeps onto the harpy queen's face, "Almost."

"What?"

Nylea giggles a little, her chest bouncing slightly, "Then I get to eat you."

"WHAT?!" Maven roars, anger returning, "That’s not freedom! That's death!"

"Shhhhhhh…" the woman shushes him with a massive feather over his face, "I have a potion that you will drink which will take your soul from your frail little body as it is destroyed and transplant it into one of my eggs. We harpies can't breed much naturally and seeing as males are so rare, had we relied on them, our species would have died out ages ago. So we had to create our own methods."

Maven glances glancing over at Lyra, "What about my sister?"

"What about her?" Nylea shrugs, "You won't remember her. But since you are sooooo concerned I will spare her as well, it's been a while since little meatbags like yourselves have escaped."

"And how can we trust you to keep your deal?"

"Your little noggin won't believe me no matter what I say but I will make sure that once you hatch you will be reunited. I am only dealing with her whining only for as long as necessary. Then she is your problem."

Maven turns his head to Lyra, "What about you? Are you ok with this?"

"I…" she pauses briefly, "I don’t know. I mean if she says she is offering both our safety, it is the best chance we have. Who knows" Lyra smirks a little, "maybe it won't be so bad being a harpy. You get to fly around, and don’t have to worry about GETTING EATEN ALL THE DAMN TIME!" she turns to Nylea giving her a vicious glare.

"I see stupid bravado runs in the family, too bad about that mug," Nylea licks Lyra's face.

"Fine! Deal!" Maven calls, trying to relieve his sister from the discomfort of being tasted, beginning to wiggle his body.

"Not NOW feathers for brains!" Nylea snaps, "I'm not going to have some wiggle worm pleasure my bits on the mountainside," an evil grin spreads over her face., "But you CAN stay in there on the flight back."

Using a single talon, Nylea begins to push Maven backwards, his feet already inside. Slowly his body vanishes between her rippling folds, her eyes closing as she shudders. Deep inside, Maven wiggles as deep as he can go, waiting for the queen to take flight, a plan formulating in his head.

"Now you, ugly mug," Nylea addresses Lyra, "are coming with me."

"You are horrible you know that?" Lyra growls at the giant woman.

"Well excuuuuuse me for sparing both your lives," Nylea stands, patting her belly, "Unless you want to join your friends?"

Scowling, Lyra crosses her arms over her chest, "I'm fine thank you very much."

"See, still smarter than Crisis on a slow day."

Extending her foot "palm" up, she beckoned Lyra over, who complies with much reluctance, still not ready to believe the massive predator. As she steps up, the large claw closes around her like a cage, trapping her but still allowing movement and a view. Turning to face the sheer drop of the cliff, the harpy queen spread her enormous wings, and dives off the edge. Plummeting towards the canopy, Lyra grips one of her toes tightly, trying not to cry out, knowing that is what the harpy wants. Feathers feeling the air, Nylea arches her body, the wind picking her up as she begins to spiral upwards on the drafts.

Feeling the sudden change in movement from inside, Maven knows his captor is off the ground and that this is his chance to torture the giantess. Starting slowly, he hooks his toes on the trench just before Nylea's cervix and begins to slide back and forth, slippery walls caressing his flesh. For the first few moments, his movements seem to go unnoticed, that is until he feels the walls shudder around him. The tunnel begins to swell around him as the blood flow is increased, tightening his already cramped enclosure, fluid leaking all around him.

"Hey!" Nylea grunts, her wings faltering slightly, as she continues to spiral up, attempting to gain altitude, "You got naga dung in your ears? I said not YET!"

Squeezing her muscles, she attempts to pin Maven, but his skin is already saturated with the queen's fluids, and the extra tightness only adds to the stimulation. A smile spreads across his lips as he reaches out with his hands, feeling the walls, driving his knuckles in deep. Wiggling his whole body, he begins sliding further in and out, all around him he can feel and hear the heartbeat of his captor escalating.

"Beanpole is more persistent than Vivian," the harpy mutters under her breath, knowing she needs to make it back to the cave quickly.

Maven's fingers explore the fleshy prison as the rosy walls of Nylea's garden quiver about him. He, of course, had done this before, it was one of the reasons he was still alive, and he took a little pride in his skill. This time, however, he needed to show "her majesty" that she didn’t have all the control. Feeling about, he finds a large, spongy section of the tunnel that doesn’t give quite as readily as the rest. Victory!

Extending his body so that the mass is over his chest, he drives his knuckles in deep, pushing upwards.

"MmmNUH!" the voice booms around him, somewhat muffled as he feels the world do a summersault.

Nylea, feels a shift inside immediately followed by a glorious sensation of pressure pushing up against her engorged g-spot. For a moment her wings collapse inwards, her whole body shaking as she tumbles in the air. Quickly reestablishing control, cursing the tiny human inside her, Nylea realizes she cannot rely on simply circling upwards if she wishes to make it back in time. Finding another upward draft, she flaps her wings hard, rapidly gaining altitude. Her whole body tenses as she fights the powerful convulsions that threaten to throw her from the sky. Her body is not the only enemy, she must also fight to keep her mind clear as the haze of her base pleasures begins to drift across her vision.

Laying on his back, Maven continues to pummel the swollen patch, rapidly punching it, evidence of the queen's excitement flowing around him. Adding to the stimulation he begins to slide back and forth again, always keeping pressure on the g-spot, the harpy woman's breathing becoming heavy.

"Finally!" Nylea groans, suppressing another surge from her core as the roost comes into view.

Flapping hard, the queen makes a bee line for her lair. Banking hard, she nears her cave, several of her daughters waiting hesitantly, seeing the speed with which their mother approaches. Deep inside, Maven braces against the burning walls, not wanting gravity to do its job and shake him out.

"What did you piss off to make your lazy butt move so quickly?" One of them calls out, stepping aside to make way.

Spreading her wings like parachutes, Nylea lands within the cave, taking care not to crush Lyra. Without answering her daughter's question, Nylea extends her claw, depositing her human cargo on a cloth next to one of her daughters, the girl's eyes lighting up.

"Had your fill you fat oaf?" she grins, reaching forward.

"HUP!" Nylea extends a wing shakily between the two, "The spindly grub is unfit for consumption, put her somewhere away from the rest, lest she contaminate them. And if I find her gone, I will claw your eyes out."

"Whatever," smiles the young harpy, nodding.

"I'm off to my chamber. No peeping toms!" Nylea commands, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

The daughters exchange confused glances, but one finally waving off to their mother, "Whatever you say hagface."

Smiling back, Nylea turns the corner, heading deeper into the cavern, her knees shaking. Inside, Maven has renewed his efforts, and she is forced to brace her arms against the walls to keep from collapsing.

Approaching the back wall of the cave Nylea is met with a smooth stone surface, but a single wave over her gold choker and the wall fades away, allowing her to stumble inside. The doorway closing up behind her, Nylea takes a moment to glance about the room.

The walls are a smooth grey stone, some etchings engraved in the corners, many of which didn’t even match. Harpies are not known for their art. Small alcoves are carved into the walls housing glowing crystals, many found in the mines deep below, shedding a soft glow about the room.

The furnishings are very basic, in one corner lies a chest, with fancy clothes for formal occasions…or just making fun of how stupid humans dress. An elegant mirror lays propped on a stone slab against the opposite wall, and a series of shelves, lined with various knick knacks, takes up the entirety of the third. There is also a desk covered in beakers and flasks that are obviously her alchemy supplies where she brews her potions.

Sitting the in center of the room is a massive nest, composed of things like entire young trees, torn cloth, large patches of soft moss and a large blanket with a pillow.

Her mind however only flashes over such things as another surge of ecstasy rips through her. Staggering over to her "bed", she falls upon her back, and with a sigh, she finally allows the fog fully into her mind.

"You…are a little fairy shit, you know that?" she groans, her body quaking as she drags her feathers across her skin and over her breasts.

Maven gives the harpy's moist tunnel a hearty kick to let her know he heard, eliciting another moan.

"Fine! Get out here and finish making your…Uhhhnnnn…point," Nylea grits her teeth, her body rocking.

With a broad grin, Maven now knows he is the one in control, and with such a buildup, Nylea would not be stopping him to seek revenge. Pushing off the back wall of the fleshy chamber, Maven's head breaks free into the open air, the atmosphere freezing compared to the inferno of the harpy queen's gates.

Pulling both arms free, he curls his body, taking hold of the hood housing the clit, which was now pulled back in the excitement. Tucking his knees inside the giantess, he keeps pressure on the swollen patch as he wraps his lips around the engorged bud.

The effect is instantaneous. The harpy's head throws back, eyes clamped shut, back arching as her mouth falls open in an inaudible scream. The fog surges into Nylea's mind like the tides of the Topazial Sea, her wings sweeping across the bed, talons digging into her blanket. The magic of Maven's tongue as it flashes over the tender nub is almost too much to bear, the biting and sucking only tightening the already hypersensitive skin.

Unable to control her body anymore, Nylea rubs the tips of her plumage across her tingling flesh, her legs shuddering, heartbeat thundering in her ears. The time spent trying to hold herself back during the flight had weakened her severely and now everything was rushing back. Her body feels like it's on fire as she writhes upon the mattress, her climax looming over her psyche.

Like the breaking of a dam, the searing waters of oblivion wash over her, all thought replaced with pleasure. Her chest collapses as she screams in ecstasy, mind overflowing. Her tunnel collapses around the small body of the human inside, sweet nectar leaking from her juicy lips.

Wave after wave bathes Nylea in bliss, and she tries to raise her leg to pull her slave free, but all her strength is spent, barely able to move. Before she can stop him, Maven sinks his teeth down into her swollen bit and at such a small size it is just enough to send Nylea reeling again.

Gasping for air, her wings flop uselessly beside her, "Ooh…ok…ok you win. Just….Uooh stop!" Nylea begs, her body unable to handle much more.

Giving the clit one final bite, Maven draws it from his mouth, pushing against the folds, trying to pull himself free. However one of the massive feathers pushes against the top of his head.

"Don’t move beanpole," Nylea sighs, "Mommy needs time to recover."

"Mommy you say?" Maven chuckles as the velvety walls continue to twitch around him, "You sound about as tough as a slug girl."

"You know I could and should squash you right?" Nylea hisses back, the fog slowly fading from her mind, strength returning to her muscles.

"What did I do?" Maven continues to tease.

"You know damn well what, now shut your screechy pit," flexing her muscles inward, Maven yelps in surprise as he is drawn inside, the fleshy cavern silencing him.

Laying still for several minutes, Nylea gathers up her energy, cursing the human for embarrassing her in front of her daughters. Cursing also the fact that he had taken control of a situation that should have been hers, and dammit if that had not been one of the best she had had in a long time, at least from one of her captives. Well a deal was a deal.

"Alright! Stop cowering inside me and get your flightless tail out here," Nylea commands, pushing out to help Maven remove himself.

Pulling himself free, he topples out, landing heavily on the blanket, leaving a wet outline. The smell of sweat and sexual release wafts about the room, invading every breath he takes. Before he can get to his feet, he finds himself picked up by the massive "hand" of Nylea, and lifted level with her face. Looking down, he admits that she is very pretty, her body glistening with a layer of sweat, her face pink as she basks in the afterglow, her eyes dilated. Had she not been a giant voracious predator he might even feel pleased and held her close. But that was not possible, he knew what she was capable of.

"Alright. A promise is a promise, let's get you your freedom," with zero hesitation she flicks him between her lips.

Terror floods Maven's system, quickly overtaken by fury, "OI!" he bellows, doing his best to dodge the tongue trying to tangle around him, "WE HAD A DEAL!"

"Relax, you're acting like a tourist," Nylea's voice rumbles around his head, "I'm prepping your potion and I need my feet. Besides I can't let a dasherbug like you run off again."

Unsure of whether to believe the massive predator or not Maven comes to the realization that it doesn't really matter at this point. Either way he will be consumed.

His heart rate finally returning to normal, Maven lies back on the spongy surface of the queen's tongue, a soft sigh rumbling up from her chest.

Glad the boy calmed down Nylea makes her way over to the shelves, picking up a few ingredients and bringing them over to the alchemy desk, dropping several into a little machine. Picking up a clamp looking object, she uses her feet to attach it to her wing, a small bar of magnetic material attached to the end of a small arm. Using her feet again, she attaches another contraption that connects to her "arm" above and below her "wrist" looking like somewhat of a grabber.

Flexing her wing, Nylea makes sure that the claw is stabilized, opening and closing properly. These were "gifts" given to her by Anna, who lives near the Great Tree with Crisis, awarded after threatening her with loosing Vivian oh her tail.

Sitting on her stool, Nylea used her magnetic arm to grab a small metal dish, bringing it underneath her little machine. Pushing on a pair of petals linked to a chain leading up through the table, Nylea powers the grinder, reducing the reagents to a fine powder. Grabbing an ember gem from a little box, she places it in a dish below a small vial of water, quickly bringing it to a boil. Using her claw she scoops a measured amount of the powder out of her metal cup, and adds it to the water. The liquid instantly turns a deep shade of purple, but must boil until it turns crimson.

With a smile, Nylea passes the time, slowly rolling Maven over with her tongue, the taste of his sweat and her cum mixing into a wonderful combination. Maven on the other hand, just waits, letting the harpy do what she wants, because at this point he has no say in the matter.

In the blink of an eye, the violet substance turns a deep shade of crimson. Working fast, Nylea removes the ember gem, returning it to its box, and grabs another small vial, begin careful to only add a single drop. Swirling it around she watches as the liquid crackles a little, changing to the final color of canary yellow.

With a smile, she pours a small amount of this liquid into a little bowl, corking the rest. She really did need to get those ice stones so she could keep things cold longer.

"Soup's up!" Nylea sings, sucking the excess saliva off Maven and putting her mouth level with the table so that he could climb out.

Stepping out of the hot mouth, he is again met with the stark contrast in temperature, and he shivers a little. Seeing the bowl on the table he walks over, studying it with extreme hesitation.

Noticing his hesitation, Nylea pokes him in the back with her primary feathers "Drink up stickbug. You are going in my mouth one way or the other, three is one less that my meal quota."

"What's going to happen when I reach your stomach? I mean will I be awake?" fear creeping into Maven's mind.

"Ugh!" Nylea exhales in frustration, "That’s what the shade leaf is for butt for brains! Now drink, I'm still hungry!"

With shaky hands, Maven picks up the bowl, the yellow liquid sloshing around, a surprisingly sweet odor filling his nose. Taking a sip, flavor similar to that of some sort of fruit mix coats his pallet.

"All of it," Nylea coaxes, "unless you want to grow up a sparrow fart."

It doesn’t take much encouragement from the massive harpy to finish the concoction, as the flavor is wonderful. However, the moment he returns the bowl to the table he begins to feel funny, his eyes droop, body feeling…fuzzy and loosely attached. Thoughts of his sister, who he never actually told goodbye rush to his mind, as he puts his hand up trying to signal the harpy to wait, her head already dangerously close.

"Wait…wait…I…I need you to tell my sister something," his words slurring, The giant head pausing momentarily, "I want you…I want you to tell her, I'm sorry this had to hap..to happen. T…tell her that…that I love her…and…and that I…I will always think…think of her." Collapsing onto his knees, the potion overtaking him, tears spring to his eyes.

Having drunk the potion, the tiny human was now much closer to being one of her own, and Nylea looked upon him with compassion, "Save the water for the fish, Maven. She will be told."

Maven's eyes open and he turns to the giant, surprised by her use of his real name, "Thank you…"

With that, Nylea carefully picks up the tiny human, carefully drawing him into her mouth. With all his flavor basically gone, she doesn’t waste time rolling him around in her mouth. Laying him on top of her tongue, Nylea tilts her head back. Maven feels the strong throat muscles of the enormous predator grip his legs tightly, pulling him downwards, heat enveloping him. Appearing only as a lump in Nylea's throat, he vanishes between her collarbones. The sound of her heart thundering around him and the rushing of air with each breath she takes soothes him as he passes through her body.

The long passageway finally opens up, and he lands amongst the undulating folds of her stomach, the walls much closer than he had expected. With the potion invading his system, Maven lays down, a tingling liquid at his ankles, the walls pressing in. Feeling the warmth all around him, Maven takes these last moments to think of his sister, knowing that they will be reunited in time. With a smile on his face, Maven's mind goes dark, and his soul is whisked away, channeled into one of the queen's waiting eggs, ready to be born again.

END


I'm going to skip doing commentary on this one because it's getting late and it's a really long story, but I do remember liking how the main character gets vored as part of deal. It was something like I agree to become your daughter if you agree to protect my sister and promise not to eat her.


Lastly let's talk about the steam codes. I was thinking that it might be unfair for someone to just come in and swoop up all three codes, so I will give a code to the first three people who can tell me their favorite video game soundtrack below in a comment below. I drive for a living, and I usually listen to the blazblue soundtrack, as it's my favorite, but it would be nice to listen to something new.