# HNTBL 8: Avoid Seasonings

By: TheDragonBoy

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How Not To Become Lunch: 8 - Avoid Seasonings

Sarabeth looked over the cafeteria for a place to sit. The vampire stood tall and straight, holding her trey with her meal. She’d opted for a normal school lunch today, after all she couldn’t go around gorging herself on humans all the time like some decadent slob.

Her attention was caught when she glanced over Fiona. The werewolf’s belly was enormous, bulging out and resting on top of the table. The vampire couldn’t help but stare for a moment, tracing the outline with her eyes.

She was in one of the areas where human students usually sat, just like yesterday, but her table was mostly deserted. Perhaps they had all left when she had arrived. But upon closer inspection of the two or three kids that had been brave enough to stick around, Sarabeth noticed that that one boy she had been with the day before, Jack, was conspicuously absent. She took another look at the werewolf’s belly and gave the smallest of smirks. She started her way over. Fiona glanced at her as she approached.

“It seems you put that boy where he belongs after all,” Sarabeth said. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a human like that one, Jack seemed particularly appetizing. It’s such a shame he thought he could stay safe around preds like us.”

Fiona, who had actually been in the middle of talking, gave the vampire a somewhat irritated stare. Sarabeth hadn’t really noticed, she had been too busy admiring the werewolf’s belly, but she definitely noticed when Jack’s head peeked out from around the bulk of the bulging gut with an even more annoyed expression.

“Hey, I’m right here. Definitely not in my friend’s stomach,” Jack countered.

The tiny smirk disappeared from Sarabeth’s face and she was speechless. He had been sitting next to Fiona the whole time! Eclipsed by the large belly she’d been staring at. What an embarrassing mistake, and she had made a fool of herself right in front of Fiona. She feared she might blush.

“I caught a volunteer prey in PE, weren’t you there?” Fiona asked. Sarabeth scoffed and glanced around uncomfortably.

“Of course not, I wouldn’t be caught dead running around like some primitive beast,” she replied.

“Aren’t vampires sort of already dead?” Jack asked.

Sarabeth’s eyes lit up with a burning rage, ready to erupt with a scathing lecture on vampires, probably accompanied by a number of invitations for him to see the insides of her very alive stomach firsthand. But before she could speak, Fiona began to laugh.

“What are you talking about, Jack?” she asked, her gut jiggling with laughter. “Is that another ‘fact’ you got out of a comic book?”

Jack gave an embarrassed look and thought for a moment.

“Yeah, I guess it was,” he admitted.

“I thought you would have learned by now not to listen to those things.”

Sarabeth stared angrily, not just at Jack but at Fiona as well, the way she smiled at him, laughed with him. Without another word, she grunted angrily and turned away, storming off with her lunch.

“What’s her deal?” Jack asked quietly. Fiona shrugged.

“Not sure. When I sit with the other preds we’re usually at the same table and most of the time she’s pretty quiet.”

They watched her go for a moment, but looked away when Fiona’s belly suddenly gave a loud gurgle, followed by a single, violent wiggle.

“Whoa, he’s still kicking around in there huh?”

“That’s nothing, you shoulda seen when I first got him down. I don’t even think he’s awake now.”

“Move it!” came a rather loud voice from across the cafeteria. They both glanced over and saw Grizz, stomping his way toward the lunch line.

He had just shoved some random student out of his way. The human tried to keep his balance, but ended up stumbling right into a pred who, much like Fiona, had been struggling to walk with his volunteer prey-filled belly. The pred fell over, knocking two other students out of their chairs, who in turn knocked both their lunch treys off their table. All four of them went tumbling into a pile on the ground, along with the two kids’ lunches, covering everyone in a layer of mashed potatoes and pizza sauce.

Grizz looked for a moment and chuckled, a deep, grumbling sound.

“Lightweight; can’t even manage his prey when they’re already inside him,” the bear boy said, watching the gorged pred attempting to get back up.

“They can’t all be like you, babe,” came an affectionate reply from Lily. The frog girl had been walking with him, sticking close to his side. “Maybe you should try to be a bit more helpful, though,” she suggested.

Lily stepped away from him and toward the students who had fallen down. She stopped in front of one of the humans, a girl who was just managing to wriggle her way out from underneath the fallen pred’s massive gut, globs of mashed potatoes falling out of her hair.

“Here, let me help you up,” Lily offered.

“Thanks,” she replied, reaching up her hand. She was probably expecting the frog girl to put out her hand in kind. Instead, she felt her fingers suddenly sink into something warm, squishy and wet, as Lily’s lips parted and her flexible tongue shot out like a bolt of slimy lightning.

“EEP-!”

That was all the girl had time to say before Lily retracted her tongue, tugging the human out from the pile of fallen students and pulling her headfirst into her waiting maw. In two blinks of an eye, the girl had gone from being a student to being a wriggling meal already halfway down the predator’s throat.

Lily’s tongue squished out around her prey’s kicking legs and bit by bit packed the struggling form into her elastic mouth as more of her meal began to slide down her throat. Hips, one knee, the other, legs, feet, and then the girl was gone. One final gulp, and the bulge in Lily’s neck sunk down into her chest to rest in her sizable belly. She let out a satisfied sigh as her gut began to wriggle.

“See, now she won’t have to worry about cleaning up,” she said.

“Hehe, very helpful,” Grizz replied sarcastically. “Nice work with that tongue, like always.”

Lily stuck out the tip of her tongue and gave him a wink.

“Hehe,” Grizz chuckled again. The two walked off together.

“Barbarians,” Sarabeth muttered under her breath as she sat down. They go around causing a ruckus and leaving a mess, thinking they’re such top notch predators, but a real pred is one that can take their prey without even a fight, so neatly that it’s like she was never even there.

She looked over at Fiona’s table again and watched her talk with Jack. The vampire scowled. She couldn’t help but remember…

…

“What’s the matter? Don’t you want to try some?” said a young boy’s mocking voice as he shoved his tiny hand into her face.

“Leave me alone, Peter!” Sarabeth yelled, shoving him away. He came back immediately.

“What? Vampire afraid of a little garlic?” he asked. He stuck it under her nose again and she hissed.

“Get that away from me!” the young vampire cried.

“Ha! It’s so dumb that vampires can’t handle a stupid vegetable.”

“Vampires don’t have any problem with garlic you idiot! I’m just allergic! Now go away!”

“Hey! Who are you calling an idiot!?” He shoved both his garlic filled fists back into her face. “I’m smart enough to outsmart you with a garlic necklace! And you’re not even smart enough to stop me! You freaky bat mons- MMFFFHH!”

Sarabeth peeked open one eye. Peter’s grubby mitts weren’t tormenting her anymore, instead his arms were being held to his side by two furry hands. And his head was bending backward… into someone’s mouth! She opened her eyes wider and lowered her defensive arms. It was clear he was trying to struggle, but he couldn’t get free.

*gulp*

The sound pulled her attention to Peter’s head as it slipped down into his predator’s throat. As the lips closed over his neck, Sarabeth got a good look at the pred’s face. Covered in neatly groomed fur, with two pointed ears, eyes squeezed shut as she focused on consuming her prey; a werewolf girl about her age.

*GULP*

She drove her head down and took another swallow, sending Peter’s shoulders solidly into her throat. The boy’s legs spasmed. It wasn’t clear whether he had tried to run, or flail, or even intentionally fall, but his legs quickly gave out from under him. That didn’t seem to cause much trouble for the werewolf though. With a muffled grunt she hefted the remainder of his body upward, flipping him upside down and taking another huge gulp, sending his whole belly past her jaws.

With Peter out of the way, Sarabeth was suddenly staring directly at the werewolf, and the large wriggling bulge protruding from her neck and chest, stretching her clothes and ruffling her fur. The vampire’s mouth fell open as she heard another gulp and watched the struggling boy lurch abruptly through the predator’s insides, his head and chest contributing to a growing lump in her belly.

Peter’s legs kicked aimlessly in the air. The werewolf widened her stance and kept her hands on his waist to hold him steady. With gravity firmly on her side, she swallowed again.

*GULP*

He was in up to his knees now. She could hear him shouting and whimpering unintelligibly from beyond the walls of the furry gut. It stretched perfectly, beautifully, packing him elegantly away inside. She saw the pred’s fists clench as she gulped again, forcing more of the boy’s body into her stomach, her furry throat jiggling as it restrained his flailing legs, leaving only his feet just barely sticking out from her tooth-framed maw.

She heard the werewolf grunt, her face tensing up, and then she gave a firm, audible swallow:

*GULP*!

Peter’s feet, his last visible trace, disappeared over his predator’s tongue. The bulge in her throat quickly slid, squirming as it went, down through her chest as her belly, already many times its previous size, grew even larger.

It had only been a few short moments, but now Sarabeth’s bully had been reduced to a wriggling bulge in a werewolf’s gut. She’d been saved, but by who? Still somewhat awestruck, she stared in silence for another moment. The furry girl examined her bulbous belly as it began to wriggle and let out a few muffled sounds.

“Well that’s what you get for being so mean!” she replied, not that she had really made out what her meal had said. She swished her tongue around audibly inside her mouth for a moment and then smiled to herself.

“Thanks for seasoning yourself, though, that garlic was actually pretty tasty.” Then she looked up at Sarabeth. “You okay?”

The young vampire nodded wordlessly.

“That’s good…” she waited for a moment, but Sarabeth remained silent. “Well, see you around,” she added.

“Um, wait,” the vampire said. Her voice was pretty quiet, but the werewolf heard anyway. She stopped and looked back. “What’s your name?” Sarabeth asked.

“Fiona,” she said with a smile. “Nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand.

“Sarabeth,” came the quiet reply.

“Cool name. See you around, Sarabeth.”

Fiona turned again and walked away. Sarabeth watched her go, her belly jiggling and wriggling as she walked. Luckily, no one else happened to be watching as a light blush covered the vampire’s face.

…

The memory passing her by, Sarabeth continued to stare at Fiona and Jack. So much had changed, but so much was still the same. He said something that made her laugh, and the vampire scowled.

Then she got an idea.

Fiona’s not going to eat him herself, and I’m sure she would be quite cross with anyone else who would make an attempt, but maybe there’s another way I can remove him from the picture. Yes, I just need to find another ‘helpful’ predator, and with how appetizing Jack is, that should be no trouble at all…

Originally Published: 9-Feb-2020