“Wow… first day of our mission… aren’t you at least a little nervous, Elder Carver?”
 
 
“Pfft, what? No. If anything, I’m wondering why you’re the one worried. You were the top achiever at the training center, the other elders wouldn’t stop fawning over you!”
 
 
The two young missionaries joked among themselves to calm their jittery nerves, backpacks weighing on their shoulders as they walked down the sidewalk, approaching their first stop of the day: Tulip Road. The aforementioned Elder Carver was a blue jay of dazzling plumage, white shirt and black pants wrapped tightly around his slim, short little body, a light blue tie around his supple neck. His partner, Elder Goodman, was a slightly overweight Australian pelican (in species, not nationality) with a long, rosy pink pouch beak and clean white feathers, his tie scarlet red and his belly pulling his shirt taut. The two had become fast friends after they found out they were both being sent to this quiet college town for their mission, and they were really looking forward to spending the next two years of their life winning converts and dedicating themselves solely to their faith. They turned left to knock on the door of the first house on the street, a quaint little older home evidently rented out to either a student or a graduate.
 
 
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
 
 
“Oh, hello the-oh… sorry, thought you were someone else.”
 
 
The missionaries’ faces turned beet red with embarrassment as their eyes fell upon the homeowner they would be preaching to. An orange-furred vixen of average height with piercing blue eyes and messy brown hair, wearing an indigo and white varsity jacket… ONLY a varsity jacket. At least it covered her breasts decently, although her crotch… they tried not to look down at that. “E-Eh-Uh… no worries, miss!” The blue jay chirped out, very obviously not having been trained for this specific situation. “Um… Elder Goodman, would you mind taking this one?”
 
 
“Not at all.” The fat pelican stepped forward, holding his book in his hands with a confident air to him. “Hello, miss! As you have heard, I am Elder Goodman, and this is my partner Elder Carver. We’re from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.”
 
 
Hearing that made Hannah raise an eyebrow as she leaned against the open door. “...Church?”
 
 
“Yeah! So, we wanted to share this little book with you, just in case… uhhh… y-you, you have VERY colorful eyes, H-Hannah…”
 
 
“Why, thank you…” the vampfox replied. Indeed, her eyes were colorful… a swirling, glowing, hypnotizing pattern, her entire eyes being taken up by bright cyan. The two birdies just… couldn’t help but look into them, their irises soon repeating the shade of luminous cyan. “You’re quite big, aren’t you, Elder Goodman?”
 
 
The pelican started speaking, but his mind was obviously vacant, his words having been fed to him. “Yes, of course… nice and fat, about 190 pounds, to be specific. I’d probably be a nice, filling meal for a hot vixen like you.”
 
 
“Goooooood.” She moaned, face turning a bit red, tongue brushing across her lips. “Well, come inside, then, boys.” She ordered, and the missionaries obeyed, following her precise command like loyal hunting dogs. After looking around and making sure no one was watching, Hannah coyly shut the front door. A few minutes later, the window curtains were drawn.
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CLKK
 
 
Door was unlocked… as was expected.
 
 
The raven slipped inside, looking forward to what was laying ahead inside of her girlfriend’s little house. She’d dressed somewhat well for the occasion, in a purple turtleneck sweater and a pair of very tight jeans, and her feathers had been softened up with shampoo. However, as she took her shoes off and walked down the hall, she was greeted not with the scent of roses and wine, but with the scent of roses and blood… a surefire sign that there’d be an unhappy third wheel along with them.
 
 
“Hannah? Did you bring someone else with you?” Sophie called out.
 
 
BRRRRRUUUUUUPPP!!!
 
 
“...I guess that means ‘yes’.”
 
 
To be fair, Sophie should’ve expected this. Hannah had a real… thirst for the ladies at her college. Men were bigger and often had more to drink out of, but gals… gals, for whatever reason, were like the vampfox’s catnip. The bird had once watched her girlfriend suck a cute 5’6 siamese with double-d tits bone dry in 30 seconds, then slurp her down in half the time. Not that she minded, of course. Evelyn was a massive bitch, and she’d been wanting to take Hannah for herself for a while… maybe she got her wish, in a way.
 
 
So imagine the raven girl’s surprise when she walked into the living room and found the vixen completely nude and absolutely gorged, her slightly-red stomach filled with blood and a prey that was much bigger than the petite hotties Hannah usually went for. Sophie blushed like mad, carefully stepping over her girlfriend’s jacket on the floor as she went and leaned into her soft, fluffy belly, causing Hannah to whine as her stretched gut was pushed slightly inward. “Oouuufff, could you-uuUUUUURRRRPP!!-please get off, babe?”
 
 
“Oh, um, sorry Hannah…” Sophie meekly obeyed, face still red with lust and flusterment. “Sooooo… who’s your catch?”
 
 
“A couple of missionaries for some kind of Church stopped by, wanted to give me a book or something dumb like that…” she recounted, patting her complacent, gurgling belly as it pinned her to the couch, feeling like a giant water balloon atop her plush lap. “Of course, I can’t take guys like this too lightly, not since that asshole priest tried hunting me down in the ‘40s. So I hypno’d them into coming in, and a had the fatty pelican guy for lunch. BRRRUPPFF!!... Saved you the other one.”
 
 
 
 
“The other-?... oh.”
 
 
Sophie turned towards the corner near the doorway she entered through, discovering a slender, athletic blue jay man kneeling, a distinctive, thoughtlessly-blissful expression on his face, eyes glowing with cyan. His eyes appeared to be tied behind his back, his trim white belly in plain view of the corvid… admittedly, Sophie was drooling quite a bit. She’d only recently gotten into this whole “predator” thing, helped along by her new vampiric love, and she understood he was intended as a gift.
 
 
“Do whatever you want with him.” Hannah said, still resting her hands on her belly. “You can eat him… or you can bang him. I could wipe his memory so he won’t remember his buddy, it’s no big-”
 
 
“No no, I wanna eat him! He looks yummy…”
 
 
The raven grabbed the side’s of the jay missionary’s soft face, draggin him over to the middle of the room, accidentally causing him to flop onto his gut when she let go. She just chuckled a bit, her voice warming Hannah to her very core, then looked down upon the male bird. “So… wanna see what a girl’s stomach looks like?” she teased, still trying to get the hang of good vorny language. Much to Sophie’s concern and then shock, however, Elder Carver’s eyes started to fade in color, turning into a dull hazel, his facial muscles tensing up, his eyes blinking away the trance…
 
 
“Ooooooouuuuugggghhh…” he moaned, vocal chords a bit raspy after his deep rest. “Wha… Wh-Whuh? What? Where am I? W-Whose house is this? W-Why are my hands tied, l-lemme go!... Where’s Elder Goodman?”
 
 
“Uhhhhhhh…”
 
 
“Don’t worry, I got this.” Hannah said, stifling another burp as she tried sitting up, coming to Sophie’s rescue… needless to say, the jay did NOT take kindly to seeing her. “Why are you naked? W-What’s wrong with your stomach? Just-L-Lemme go! Lemme go, lemme… lemmuhh… haaaaaaaah…” Carver soon lost focus as he accidentally made direct eye contact with the vampfox, his gaze locking into hers like a magnet, unable to let go. His eyes swiftly returned to cyan, and his beak regained its dopey little smile and blush, seemingly failing to register the sounds of the fox tummy breaking down his partner. “I-I mean…” the freshly-hypnotized jay said, turning back to Sophie. “Why haven’t you eaten me yet, cutie?”
 
 
“I d-don’t know…” The raven lady replied, blushing like mad. “Let me help fix that…”
 
 
OMMFF!!
 
GLLLKK!!
 
 
Sophie was not quite used to eating prey yet, and she struggled a fair bit at the shoulders, her gagging as she tried powering her beak forward and lubricating the piece of poultry with saliva providing a source of cheap entertainment for Hannah as she worked on her own dinner. Sophie was slow to work, even if the meal was tied up and complacent. Slowly but surely, that birdie vanished down her throat with a series a steady glks, Sophie moaning as her tongue brushed over his pecs and his gut… before she knew it, his cute legs were poking from his mouth… legs which she sucked down like noodles, the force of her heavy swallows knocking her onto her back on the ground. “Nnyeehh… eheh… ooOOOUUUUUUUURRRRPPPP!!!!” The raven released some gas, more tightly revealing the shape of the blue jay sitting quietly in her belly, chirping softly in his hazy trance. “Oooh… Oh god, I can’t move!” She laughed aloud, practically drunk on meat.
 
 
“Yeah, me either…” Hannah replied nonchalantly. “Guess we’ll just have to sit here and talk until they churn down a bit.” She had a bit of a twinkle in her eye when she said that.
 
 
“D-Do you want to bring them back after they digest?”
 
 
“Nah, I don’t really trust them… besides, I think they’ll be much happier under a more… permanent spell of hypnosis.”
 
 
“O-Ok.” The corvid replied, huffing. “I might go up a bra size after this… probably a pants size too… uuUUURRRRPP!!!”
 
 
“Yeah… you’ll look way hotter as a fat little hourglass though, Sophie. Kinda like that donkey you ate last week…”
 
 
“Huh… speaking of Thea, can I call her over? I like the way the rubs my gut.”
 
 
“Please do…” the vampfox replied, her belly sloshing with blood and seabird as she jiggled it in her idle paws. “I really like it too…”