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Deep within the whispering canopy of the Shadow Woods, Queen Clara ruled her nocturnal kingdom with silent grace. An anthropomorphic bat of dark reputation, she was as lethal as she was majestic. Tonight, the moonlight glinted off her royal attire: tight golden leggings that hugged her dark-furred legs and a matching golden bar top that shimmered against her velvety wings. ​Clara hung upside down from her favorite ancient oak, her wings wrapped around her like a cloak. Her sensitive ears twitched, scanning the forest floor. In her kingdom, anyone—whether a lost human traveler or an unsuspecting animal—who crossed her path became her next meal. ​A soft rustling broke the silence as a clueless wanderer stepped into the clearing. Smiling, Clara dropped from her branch, her wings snapping open. Before her prey could react, she swept them up, tilting her head back to swallow them whole. Her throat stretched to accommodate the meal, plunging them deep into her body. ​Gliding back to her branch, she hooked her feet and swung upside down once more. Her flat stomach now bulged with a heavy, shifting roundness. Clara gently patted her warm, churning gut with a clawed hand, listening to the soft, rhythmic gurgles. Sated and deeply satisfied, the bat queen settled in for the night, her belly full.