Sistok's Big Bird Hunt

[Zycaneus]

Here’s a written story about the snake character from the Tooniverse that appeared in the “Sistok’s Dragon Hunt” comic strip. Will Sistok finally find a prey to be his meal? Perhaps only time will tell.


SISTOK’S BIG BIRD HUNT
How can a snake learn how to hunt like a snake?

It had been another long day for Sistokensaa when Zookie Chippenstein, an anthro-bodied yellow-furred junkyard dog who was his friend and co-owner of their company they called the Serp-Tech and Stein custom robotics and cybernetics corporation, walked into his workshop. Zookie was wiping heavy grease from her fingers with an equally greasy rag as she came up behind the big purple pythonoid as he used his robotic prosthetic arms and hands to furiously type away at his computer keyboard. After moment of looking past his scaly torso she commented,


"Damned dude, Y'all been working too hard. Three commissions completed in a single day. That's a record there."


Sistok gave his head a shake, flinging his mop of long black hair around. "Indeed I really feel it too. My head is buzzing like a partial electrical short and my stomach is relaying definite signals of extreme hunger. I need a reset."


Zookie playfully slapped Sistok's back with her rag. "Hey guy, Y'all need to go home here. If I remember correctly I haven't seen any new commissions come in for tomorrow. Why don't you jus' take a couple days off fer a change?"


Sistok let out a long hissing sigh. "That does indeed sound wonderful. I feel so empty at the moment I think I could eat a horse."


Zookie started, "Like wow dude, could you really swallow a whole horse?"

Sistok gave a quick sideways shift to his upper vertical torso which was his equivalent to a shrug. "Actually I have no idea. Never had an opportunity to try." Sistok let out another wistful sigh, "And chances are I never will. After all such a huge meal would put my body into a digestive stupor for several days, maybe even a whole week or more. I just couldn't afford to be off work for that long." Sistok gave his friend a sideways grin. "Although that doesn't mean I don't still dream of one day being able to really fill my tummy with a good meal for once."


"Hey man, so why don't jah?" Zookie cheerfully exclaimed. "Take yourself a vacation and git a good meal."

"But what if we receive a really big lucrative commission or contract that needs doing right away? Besides, for me to actually be able to go hunt some feral animal to eat would mean I'd first have to obtain a hunting permit for one of the public game preserves, then hope I can actually find and catch something to eat all of which would take lots of time, and then hope I still have enough time to spend digesting my prey. No I really don't believe I could ever take that much time off from work."


Zookie shook her head, "Hey dude you're a snake! There's lots of wild snakes out there that are hunting and killing everyday. Why you need a permit to do the same?"


"Because ever since I became a legally registered citizen of this country I must abide by the laws of its government."


Zookie huffed, "Well yah know how I feel about laws."


Sistok shot her a hard look, "Yes and I think you take too many chances."


Zookie nodded thoughtfully, then she brightened, "Hey, have you ever been to Ivarr's Pred'n'Prey Cafe?


"Ahhs no . . .never heard of the place."


Zookie almost beamed, "I think it might jus' be what Y'all looking for. From everything I've heard of that joint, they have no end of various species that are jus' looking to git themselves ate."


Sistok was incredulous, "Why would anyone actually want to be consumed? Are there really that many people who are so tired of life they want to commit suicide?"


Zookie shook her head, "Oh no no, you see Ivarr has a way of creating doppelgangers of those that go in registered as prey. Then linking the original body's consciousness to its double so they can experience being consumed, even being torn apart. Then after feeding themselves to a predator, simply walk away in their true forms. Remember our friend Zankeela isn't the only Animancer in town. You could go there, find someone that would fill yer belly for several days and then be back to work on Monday."

Sistok paused to consider this and then said, "Really? Now that sounds really nice. How much do you think they charge for this? And what sorts of prey you think I might find there?"


"I'm sure there's some sort of cover charge to git in, especially for the prey that is being supplied with doubles of themselves. After all, I doubt that Ivarr is running the joint as a charity event. But for a predator I think Y'all be able to find willing victims that are all too happy to provide you with a meal. Heck ya might even get lucky enough to get the owner Ivarr's attention. I understand he likes to be eaten as much as eat."


Sistok was beginning to grow excited about this and although he was worn out from the day's work, his anticipation fueled a new feeling of energy within him. To be able to eat a real meal like a real snake for a change instead of the several frozen then thawed turkeys or fish he'd purchased from the grocery stores.


"Yes! Yes I definitely think I'll check that place out. Would you give me the addy please?"


"It's over on the east side, on Thirteenth Street just off of the Trulann highway more or less under the overpass. It's a bit of a rough area of town, in the old warehouse district but usually not too bad. Y'all will see the front entrance in what looks to be a shoddy small doorway to a building between two large abandoned warehouses. But don't let its looks fool you, it's rather spacious inside as the most of the club is actually in the adjoining warehouse."


"All right, thank you." and Sistok shut down his computer and packed up his belongings stuffing most of it in the body pack he wore beneath his arms unit. As he started out the doorway, Zookie called after him;


"Just don't be such a kindhearted sap like ya usually are. Most the people that go in there to be prey want a real predator."


Sistok paused on his way out of the door. Then he did something that no real snake could do, and that was roll his eyes and then close one eyelid to give Zookie a wink. Then he exited the large metal storage container that was his workshop and office.


Perhaps many people wouldn't consider a junkyard filled with unwanted appliances and old wreaks of cars to be the birthplace of some of the most advanced robotics and cybernetic creations around. But the truth is, that to a couple of innovative and ingenious inventor types as Sistok and Zookie, a well stocked junkyard is a gold mine of spare parts. The only difference was that Zookie, who was a true junkyard dog at heart chose to actually live in her junkyard, making her home within a couple of old mass transit buses she refurbished into surprisingly comfortable living quarters. But Sistok preferred to make his abode in the flying saucer that had brought him to Earth and now sits parked on top of the old GMG building. Of course this means he had to commute every day to his job, but instead of having to fight morning traffic, Sistok along with Zookie's help came up with a much better method of transport.

Outside his workshop, Sistok strapped his set of large mechanical wings onto his middle torso. It was an ornithopter that was powered by a miniature turbine engine turning himself into a flying snake. It was a sight that brought many bewildered and astounded stares as he flew over the city. Before lifting off however, Sistok pulled out his small tablet computer and brought up the Tower Positioning Apt or TPA which used a triangulation calculation using the three closest communication towers to locate him on the map on his screen. He then punched in the address of the Pred'n'Prey club and his electronic map showed a route to it. Sistok slipped his tablet computer back into his body pack and flipped open his communicator to see if anyone had tried to call him. When he saw his voicemail was clear, he returned the device to his pack, while wistfully pondering why someone hadn't gotten around to inventing some sort of small device that could do all of that and fit in the palm of one's hand. Ahhhs perhaps one day.

Sistok then fired up the turbine on his back and using the same cerebrally implanted transponders in his head that he used to communicate with his prosthetic arms united commanded his artificial wings to lift him into the air. The flight to the Pred&Prey Cafe only took around half an hour, and when he finally was able to spot the building, he flipped his long tail forward and held it coiled to act as a living spring on which to soften his landing. After finding a place where he could park his wings, Sistok undid the straps and then using a bicycle chain secured them to a parking meter. Then he went inside the club.


He saw in a flash that Zookie had been right about this place. While from the outside it looked about as uninteresting as it could be with only a very small sign hung over the entrance door that read "Ivarr's Place", but open the old rusted metal door and step inside and Sistok found himself in a rather large saloon-like restaurant that appeared to be done up in a medieval decor. The walls had been painted to look like the stonework walls of a castle, which were in turn hung with large medieval-styled tapestries many with scenes of monsters devouring helpless victims. The primary illumination for the rooms were from wall torches which Sistok noted were actually electric lights designed to resemble old torches with simulated flickering fire. The light from these lamps cast a rather ruddy light upon the heavy darkly colored wooden furniture. This left much of the room, especially the corners in shadow. The eerie effects of the often reddish light upon the almost black decor reminded Sistok of the Black room from the story "Masks of the Red Death" by that famous author and poet, a raven by the name of Poe Allen Lee.

Sistok of course didn't have much trouble seeing in the dim light thanks to his snakish heat sensitive vision. Burt before he could fully slither himself completely inside, he was met by what was obviously the doorman who first asked simply,

"Predator, Prey or Swing?"

Sistok was never very comfortable meeting new people and the large grizzly bear dressed in a black leather biker style outfit seemed to somehow come out of nowhere, startling Sistok to where he stammered.


" Uhhs . . .ummm . . .Oh Pred! Predator, yes I'm a predator."

"Very good." The bear replied casually, "That will be thirty creds."

Sistok cocked an eyeridge. "Thirty? Oh well . .. all right then." At which point Sistok pulled out his credit stick and plugged it into the portable tablet computer the bear was holding. After the bear had deducted the amount from Sistok's account, he handed the stick back to the snake and wishing him a good hunt turned and walked away.


Sistok looked about the large room. It had several tables and benches set up in the middle of the floor along with some booths and even large overstuffed sofas along the walls. The sounds of heavy throbbing music which had a strange blending of ancient folk instruments together with electronic synth-pop sounds. But mostly it was very low in tones that were felt as much as heard and more often pulsed like a heartbeat.


Sistok didn't see as many patrons in the room, at the tables as he'd hoped, but then it was a weeknight and most don't frequent any sort of clubs on work nights and it was actually rather early for most clubbers anyway. But still hopeful of finding someone willing to be his next meal, Sistok began to slowly prowl the room. As he did he was suddenly hit by the question of just how one should go about finding out who is willing to so give themselves to him. Should he just go up and introduce himself with; "Hi I'm Sistok and I want to eat you". Or should he just grab whoever looks tasty? There's got to be some form of social interaction that is supposed to take place isn't there? The problem was that in spite of how intelligent he was supposed to be, the one place that Sistok was truly lacking was in social interaction. While he loved making new friends, Sistok was a rather shy individual that suffered from self-conscious ineptness.


Then Sistok saw a being sitting in a booth that looked to be just what he'd love to have for a meal. From a distance at least he couldn't tell if it was male or female, not that it really mattered to him either way. But the creature had a more or less humanoid body, and looked to be somewhat owl like with a white feathered head and large owl-like eyes. It also had two tall tuffs on its head like a Great Horned owl. But its beak was longer then any owl more like that of a hawk. It's most striking and un-owl-like feature however was its body and especially its wings were covered in brilliant iridescent scarlet feathers. Although its two legs were long and covered in white feathers like its head and these ended in heavily clawed feet. The type of feet that are used for killing prey.


Sistok eyed those long sharp talons and the hawk-like beak. And decided this was clearly the weapons of a predator. Sistok sighed and turned away disappointed. But then he caught himself and thought what could it hurt to simply ask if the bird was here to be eaten or to eat. When he thought about actually going up to her or him and asking however, Sistok's felt his mouth go dry and his heart began to beat heavily along his middle. He swallowed and forced himself to move towards the bird person. And then to say hello . . . or something . . . anything.


When Sistok got to the bird's table all his nerves allowed him to articulate was; "Hi?"


The bird person looked up at the Big purple-scaled pythonoid with a discerning eye as though taking the measure of a possible opponent at a glance. Sistok felt that hard unblinking gaze wash over him like a piercing searchlight. Sistok all but shrank back from its intensity. At which time the bird person put down its drink and turned to face the snake.


"All right listen" it began in a casual, if not unfriendly tone. "You probably would make someone a good meal, but I'm not here tonight to be a Pred. I'm looking for a strong and dominant predator to make a meal of me."


Hearing the bird's voice answered two of Sistok's questions at once, first that he was actually here to be somebody's meal and that it was a he after all. Sistok gathered up his courage and announced with all the bravado of a mouse that has its back against a wall challenging a cat;

"Umms, really I'm here as a predator myself."


The birdman gave Sistok a rather quizzical look. Then with not just a small hint of incredulity said; "You?? You don't act like a predator."


"Well I am . . . really!" Sistok said trying to sound just a bit more forceful. Then he added, "And you look really nice."


The birdman looked him over again. Then his beak opened in a grin. "Oh? Nice how? As in nicely attractive or nicely tasty?"


"Both!" Sistok said, then immediately feeling as though he spoke too quickly. Then he asked, "Just how is a predator supposed to act around here anyway?"


The birdman let out a short laugh. Then looking at Sistok with those big unblinking owl eyes of his asked; "Are you sure you're old enough to be here?"


Sistok sucked in his breath, then sounding far more meekly then he had intended answered; "Hey I run my own company. Well half own it. But you really have to forgive me, this is my first time here."


The birdman made a big show of pretending to be shocked. "No! Really? Well I never would've guessed."


Sistok gathered up his nerve and decided to really try to savage the situation because the more he thought about it, the more he was wanting to feel this birdman inside of him. "Look, I haven't had a chance to eat a really decent sized meal for a couple of years now. And I'd really like to eat you."


"You haven't? What have you been living on?" The birdman asked with a bit more of a serious tone.


Sistok relaxed just a little as he answered. "Oh frozen turkeys, chickens, fish or anything else I can find at the grocery store."


The birdman sat regarding Sistok for several minutes, then sighed. "Oh you poor boy." Then after a few more minutes added, "Well you're nothing at all like the big powerful and dominant predator I was hoping to meet, but so far one of those has yet to show up. So maybe I should do you a favor and let you eat me after all."


"Really?" Sistok replied suddenly full of anticipation.


"Yes, and by the way, what's your name? I'm known as Mantoz Foddar and I’m a Pheonix-Owl hybrid."


"I'm Sistok, or rather Sistokensaa of Lalgomalza."


Mantoz nodded, "So you want to eat me, then take me."


"Take you where?" Sistok innocently asked. When Mantoz facepalmed herself with a winghand, Sistok quickly corrected himself. "Oh oh right! I'm sorry. I'll take you now." And with that, Sistok undid the straps to his arms unit and slid himself out of them. Using his radio controllers implanted in his brain he ordered his robot arms to crawl themselves of the way. Then he began to slide himself into the booth around Mantoz. The birdman relaxed into the coils, enjoying the feel of the strong muscled body slowly engulfing him.

"That's better, just do me a favor, stop apologizing." He murmured.


Sistok slowly encircled himself around his prey, enjoying the feel of its warm body in his coils. It wasn't the first time he'd been able to encoil himself around another living being, but that was with his friends when they played their sensual games within Zankeela's playpen. This was different. This time he would soon be feeling this birdman with his soft scarlet feathers inside of him.


When Sistok had his prey completely encircled within his coils, Mantoz cried out. "Squeeze me damnit! Squeeze me hard." So Sistok tightened his coils around his prey until Mantoz threw his head back and gasped for breath. Then he let his prey breathe again as he ungulated his coils about him more or less giving him a massage. Before long Mantoz murmured in amazement.

"Hey that feels rather good. But squeeze me some more. Harder this time."


So Sistok squeezed him again, this time so hard that he felt the birdman's joints start to pop. Mantoz couldn't hold back a small cry as he felt the snake's powerfully muscled body compressing him to the point of pain. Then he looked up at Sistok to see him beginning to unhinge his jaws in preparation for the swallow. Far from instilling the fear of an immediate demise Mantoz smiled,



“Yessssss,” He said in anticipation. Nor did he close his eyes as that pink maw descended towards him. Mantoz wanted to witness every moment of it as it sent a thrill through his body like nothing else ever did. As Sistok’s mouth closed around the birdman’s beak he nuzzled the insides of the snake’s maw, his body shivering in pleasure as he did. Sistok’s mouth began producing copious amounts of saliva that flowed around the birdman’s head, soaking the feathers and making it easier to swallow. Slowly Sistok’s mouth engulfs the birdman’s whole head and then he decides to pull his prey out of the booth and onto the floor. There he begins his swallow. The birdman’s body remains mostly relaxed but his toes still clench and unclench with each time he feels himself pulled deeper into the snake’s long maw. Sistok feels this movement and remembering how Mantoz had responded when he massaged his body with his coils, Sistok made a point to again provide the birdman with as much pleasure as he was able. Just as the birdman was now giving Sistok feelings of supreme pleasure beyond anything he’d felt in quite a while. When Mantoz’s head became a bulge within the snake’s neck, Sistok’s jaws were beginning to stretch their way around the birdman’s shoulders. Working and straining to force his mouth to stretch farther and farther, Sistok was beginning to worry if he’d be able to stretch far enough to complete his swallow. Its progress also slowed way down as Sistok found he could only stretch his jaws so much at once and had to rest longer between each swallow for his jaws to accustom themselves to the greater bulk. As it turned out, while the birdman’s head had slid into his maw within several minutes, it took Sistok almost an hour of working hard to draw in the rest of the birdman’s body.


By that time the hour was growing late and the club had begun to fill up with many more patrons. Many of whom had taken to enjoying the spectacle of the big snake swallowing its prey. Some even had started cheering Sistok on while a couple offered to be taken next. Normally Sistok would’ve probably shied away from such a crowd but he had become so engrossed in consuming his meal he barely even noticed them. Instead Sistok concentrated on devouring this wonderful meal which was turning out to be everything he had ever dreamed it might be. As the birdman’s hips were being drawn into his maw the swallow began to pick up speed again. The birdman’s long long legs then slid into his maw with considerably more ease, which became even easier the farther they went. Then as the birdman’s feet were all that still remained outside of the snake, a couple of other patrons actually got down on their hands and knees to try and be as close to the last moments of the birdman as they could. In fact one of them actually started licking the birdman’s feet sensually until the club’s bouncer came along and made them stop, telling them to get their own vore scene. Finally Sistok’s jaws closed around the toes as they disappeared into his maw. Finally Sistok raised his upper body off the floor as he worked his jaws back into place and undulated his torso as he settled his wonderful meal into his long stomach. Only then did he notice the audience he had acquired.


Sistok felt a pang of bashfulness but this was soon overcome by the wonderful feeling of fullness within him. To feel another’s heartbeat within him was more then just a satisfaction of finally being truly full, it was a sensation of utter bliss, and to his surprise one of total dominance over his prey. Then Sistok began to notice the form within him was starting to moan and realized that even then his powerful digestive juices were most likely beginning to burn his prey. Sistok didn’t want his prey to suffer anymore then it had to, so instead of simply allowing the prey to slowly die within him, Sistok found a large pillar and wrapped his body around it. Then using the pillar to brace against he again began to squeeze his prey. Tighter and tighter Sistok squeezed. The birdman’s body began to strongly convulse within him and still he squeezed tighter. Then he felt the birdman’s bones begin to pop and break as his ribcage was crushed. Finally with a great shutter, the birdman when totally still and Sistok could no longer feel a heartbeat within him other then his own. His prey truly belonged to him now.


Once he’d settled his prey far enough down in his stomach, Sistok was able to slither into his arms unit again and secure the straps that held it in place. As he did several of the club’s patrons came up to him and congratulated him for a successful vore scene. By the time that Sistok had replaced his body pack, after having to greatly expand the carry straps, he felt like he’d become the night’s star attraction. Although he did see where a Minotaur-like being was starting a vore scene with a small horseman that was beginning to draw the crowd’s attention away from him. Which was just as well since Sistok was beginning to think that he’d better get home soon before his body went into a digestive stupor which would leave him jus about helpless.


But when Sistok left the club to go outside to where he’d parked his Ornithopter wings, he discovered to his horror that with the huge meal in his belly. He could no longer get the wings unit on.


“Oh no! How the flick am I going to get home?” Sistok began to totally mentally kick himself. Once again, he’d acted without thinking things through. Now he was truly stuck. When he’d eaten Zankeela’s friend the dragon Dremzygarr after the big lunk had pissed him off, he was able to cough him back up and disgorge him before he’d died so no real harm was actually down and Sistok was left without being tied down with a meal his body would have taken over a week to digest. But this time, if he disgorged the birdman, he’d be totally wasting a wonderful meal. Even if it was only a doppelganger, it was still or rather had been a living being. Sistok then remembered his communicator and hoped he could get a hold of one of his friends back at the GMG building where they all lived together. The trouble with that however is Zankeela and his friends tend to usually go to bed rather early and it was already past T2300. Would any of them be awake to answer his call for help? He knew that Zankeela especially tended to turn off his phones when he got in bed.



Sistok was really beginning to worry about what he was going to do when of all people, Mantoz Foddar walked out of the club. When he spotted Sistok he waved and came over. “Still here?” he asked and then flexed his body, now clothed in a pair of colorful pants and a tunic shirt. “I just want you to know that while that hadn’t been the most thrilling vore scenes I’ve ever experienced, it was still a rather nice one. So thank you for that.”


Sistok smiled back. “You’re very welcome and thank you for the wonderful meal.” Then he sighed so mightily that Mantoz asked what was wrong. When Sistok explained his situation, Mantoz shook his head.



“Well you’re really a novice at this aren’t you?” Then Mantoz sighed himself. “All right, come on, I’ve got a car, I’ll drive you home.” He said with a great sense of resolve in his voice.


“You will? Oh that would be so wonderful.” Sistok said gratefully. With that, they tied Sistok’s wings into the trunk rack of her sports car and Sistok managed to squeeze himself into both the front and back seats as they drove away.


“You know” Mantoz said as they rode along, “You might be humorously naive at times, but I’m beginning to think that you’re a pretty nice guy after all. Maybe one day you’ll learn how to be a real predator at that.”


“Maybe I need someone like you to teach me.” Sistok said warmly.

[FodderForGayBirds]

It pleases me to no end how I happened to inspire you in this way. Honestly I never expected such a story to be made (let alone for inspiration to hit twice for you from me) but I truly adore this story a lot. I'm so happy you are enjoying yourself with storytelling and find it fun to belt out a whole thing from encouraging words and an interest in your characters and worlds of this niche kink/interest.

[Zycaneus]

Actually it also had to do with timing as you caught me when I had the extra time to put into these. However, the new story of “Stuffing the Dragon” is a really good example of why I should never post something so hot off the press so to speak. Upon reflection, I’ve realized that the last part of that story got just way too cartoonish for the reality it’s supposed to take place in. Granted, I did give an explanation as to why Seth’s stomach had become so incredibly elastic. Remember that when Mama Lumbey gave him the Potion of the Serpent’s Mouth, she stated to only take a couple swallows of it and bring the rest back. But Seth ended up drinking the entire flask. This was supposed to showcase a couple of his character flaws including impatience and impulsiveness and that he suffered the consequences as a result. But while it actually does occasionally happen in nature that an animal will bite off more then it can chew and end up stuffed so full that it even sometimes results in the death of the predator, what I wrote about the King Fang being able to stand up inside his stomach crossed the line into the absurdly silly. This world of Furmythica, where the continent of Tozma and the isle of Damatania are might be totally ruled by magic, but it’s still not the Tooniverse. If I ever get around to writing a story that includes this scenario that particular scene will likely be dropped.