"I'd... Love to get to know you a bit more."
You respond, a slight hint of redness filling your cheeks, feeling rather strange around the avian before you, an odd sense of comfort and warmth. Ryan tilts his head slightly at your response before chuckling lightly, a warm smile stretching the edge of his beak.
"Well aren't you a sweet one! I shouldn't be too surprised, however. It's why I like you, after all."
His response sends your heart aflutter, feeling as though you have butterflies nesting within your stomach, only able to nod at first, the raven grinning a bit more. The conversation starts out rather light at first, as you find it rather difficult to concentrate, trying to process all of the emotions starting to filter in. The mutual nudity doesn't quite help either. You feel incredibly self conscious, the cool air nipping at your exposed flesh. Throughout your meal you find it difficult to take your eyes off of him. You've always had a fascination with birds, and the raven before you is certainly a rather cute example of his species. Sleek and lithe, yet covered in a coat of soft, glossy feathers, rather neatly groomed and preened, though they seemed to have fluffed up a bit, seeming rather inviting and adding a bit of a cuddly look to his graceful avian physique. A pair of feathery, seemingly angelic wings jut from his back, still somewhat noticeable despite being folded up, the foreign limbs adding to his mystique for you. Large, soft eyes look out over his beak and under from a bit of downy floof resembling hair, the spheres seeming largely human-like, readily displaying his intelligence, and even hinting at a mischievous streak.
Your date quickly turns out to be just wonderful, however. Soft and tender in his manner towards you, and he never fails to amuse, reminding you of what drew you close to him during your prior months of online contact. The night goes wonderfully, too. You find yourself coming out of your shell, beginning to feel as if Ryan was the best of friends, someone who you've known your whole life. You share a lot of the same interests, and you have plenty to discuss, your interaction with him taking precedence over the dinner, happy that you can relate to him so well in most avenues. The flickering sparks of attachment begin to grow in strength, finding yourself completely engrossed in him.
"I'm curious, though... All of the other stuff on your profile. Is it... True?"
You immediately feel rather silly for asking, yet at the same time you are insatiably fascinated by him. So much of it seemed so unlikely, yet... His species turned out to be correct, so who would know what else could be true? The raven lets out a soft snrk, his eyes showing a brief flicker of something... New.
"You must mean the vore. Of course. As I said, I have little reason to lie. I'm a predator, after all. I love finding new ways of consuming others. It's one of the most invigorating ways to dominate another... Having them entirely at my mercy as I devour them, helpless against the inner workings of my body... It's quite a treat indeed~ And I manage to find quite a few who would love nothing more than to just disappear within me. Even though I don't look much the part, do I?"
He laughs a little. Indeed, he seemed too thin, and all of this is at odds with your first impression of him. He narrows a brow slightly, seeming a tad confused.
"What's with the sudden interest? You never talked to me about this before."
You blink, silent for a moment as you feel your blush deepen ever so slightly.
"Well, I also didn't know you could actually do that until now."
"Touche! It's not everything I ever hoped for, though. Often I just grab my prey up, slurp them down, or up depending on how I take them in, and that's it. No lasting fun, no relationship even. Just a meal. A good, squirming one mind you, but still just that. It gets disappointing after a while, really."
"Why still do it?"
"Because it's still a good bit of fun, and they are still willing to feed me, so why refuse?" He grins, sticking his tongue out."But in all reality it doesn't sate me as much as I want. What I really want is to make someone a part of me, but it seems that it's hard to find anyone willing to commit to that."
Your head spins for a moment as you try to comprehend what he just said. "...A part of you?"
He stares at you for a moment, looking as though you just expressed surprise that the sky is blue. He smiles, raising a scaled hand over his beak as he giggles softly.
"You mean you don't know? Yeah! I can transform someone into a part of my body. Most of us can do all sorts of things like that, actually. I'm surprised you don't know! Not too many do it, though. If I was to do something like that there would be no going back. They'd be a part of me for good, and it seems that there aren't many out there who feel like living out the rest of their lives as a piece of bird meat."
This is already taking you for a spin, but the last line in particular hits you hard.
"Lives? Huh? How does that work?"
"Yeah, lives. Their body would merge into my own, reshaping into some piece of my anatomy. They would still be fully aware though, and even retain most of their senses and a bit of control over their new form."
This revelation brings out all sorts of new feelings for you. You can't help but to ponder what it would be like to exist solely as part of another being's body. As he returns to his plate you look over Ryan again. You find yourself thinking about what it would be like to become a part of your new friend, to be fed, used, and share in his pleasure, to be owned by him so completely and devote yourself entirely to serving him...