As you dare to look up at the heat-radiating raccoon ass looming above, you find that the well-oversized dildo I've just finished shoving you down is the least of your worries. A loud, threatening gurgle escapes my gut through my spread asshole, moments before its hot, damp darkness engulfs your terror-stunned mug. 

Unimpressed - rather, tantalized - by the girth the rest of your body thinks it's threatening, I plunge my plump cheeks down to the hilt for the first of many full-length *plap*s, effortlessly bringing all your struggling to a muffled halt within my mercilessly humid and constrictive walls. 

It's a good, long hour of unabashedly noisy riding that sees the floor splattered with sweat and precum, full of sadistic jeers at your place on the food chain. My words resonate easily down my thick, powerful carnivore's body and into the ears of its latest meal, a fact I'll never get tired of abusing for as long as it adds a little something special onto my victims' suffering. 

Finally, I find a sufficiently deep thrust to linger on while I wallow in my own pleasure and blow glob after creamy glob of raccoon batter across my floor. My anal orgasm forces rippling waves of ravenous squeezing and churning all the way through my asshole and down the inherently weak, and now thoroughly tenderized, pack of meat you used to call your body. Suffice it to say, it's mine now.

Knowingly, I relax my clenching and let my body take over as I catch a breather - a luxury I've thoroughly enjoyed permanently denying countless squirming snacks. Acting on that routine as much as on hunger and instinct, my asshole slides its prey off the dildo like meat off a skewer with what might otherwise be an audible pop and begins to swallow. 

I indulge in a little jerking, entertaining the idea of a quick second orgasm as I think on the sight of my own freshly-gaped asshole and the imminent fate of the prey currently disappearing into my gut. Knowing it would still be heard for a little while longer, I toss another taunting rebuke toward my meal onto the pile - this time for thinking a weak little creature like it could possibly serve any other purpose.

My asshole feels somewhat empty with nothing but the dildo to gnaw on with its idle flexing, but I sigh contentedly knowing my gut, gurgling ever louder as it gets to work, is anything but. I stand up and off the toy with a wet *schloop*, letting it flop about as a thin rope of lube, my prey's last tie to the world outside a satisfied raccoon's fat jiggly ass, falls to the floor.