# How Not To Graduate 6: Pressure

By: TheDragonBoy

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Chapter 6: Pressure

Jack could tell something was up with his girlfriend. Mostly, it was the little things. Her fur bristled every now and then, her ears dipped when she thought no one was looking, and her tail wasn’t wagging nearly as much as it usually did when she was carrying around a full belly like that.

Oh, and the way she planted herself muzzle-first into their bed as soon as they got home, with a weary sigh and a loud, lewd squelch. That made the situation pretty clear. He would’ve felt bad for Sofia, bearing Fiona’s full body-weight as the werewolf flopped down, except he was rather sure -- judging from the wet sound -- that the perky girl was no longer very… girl-shaped.

He walked up awkwardly to the wolf in the room, bracing himself as he addressed the elephant.

“You, um… still thinking about Mrs. Rava’s class?” Jack asked hesitantly. He certainly was.

They’d both visibly relaxed, as soon as their bedroom door had clicked shut.

“Yes,” she huffed emphatically, finally free to speak her mind. She’d been thinking of practically nothing else! How could Mira ask her to do her business in front of the whole class!? How was that a thing here!? And everyone else just seemed to think it was so normal and easy that she’d had to keep her muzzle shut the whole way home or risk some kind of scene. Casually nomming a human was one thing, that was totally fine, but casually letting them out? In front of people!? They would… see! Everything!

Jack sat down on the bed next to her and placed a hand on hers. His sheer awkwardness at the concept in question was strong, but his urge to comfort his girlfriend pushed through it… even if he wasn’t entirely sure what he could do to help. Even so, Fiona seemed to relax at his touch, letting out a breath from deep in her chest and a gurgle from deep in her belly.

“I never thought I’d regret eating someone so tasty…” she muttered. Instantly, several other humans who’d regrettably crossed her gullet ran through her head, Jack himself included. “Erm, I mean…” Her mind raced for a moment as she tried to think of a way to claw back those words.

“It’s alright,” Jack replied, more than able to recognize a thoughtless remark when he heard it; he’d made enough himself. “Don’t worry, Fi, I understand. Well, um, mostly.”

As much as a human possibly can, he thought.

“Sorry…” the wolf muttered. She shifted positions to sit up next to her boyfriend properly. Her belly sloshed and gurgled with every twist and lurch, as her half-digested human meal inside was squeezed like clay. “This whole thing’s just… really gotten under my fur.”

There was a beat, before Jack smirked and replied. “More literally than usual, huh?”

“Jack!” came the exasperated reply, with a roll of her eyes. “I’m being serious!”

“Sorry,” he replied in turn. Another awkward quiet moment passed, which he once again broke -- more hesitantly, this time. “So… you’re not gonna do it, r-right?”

“Of course not!” Fiona blurted out. ““I-I can’t just… show the whole class when I do my… my business! It’s personal, I don’t… I don’t want yo-- the class to see that…” The werewolf looked nauseous, in contrast to her happily gurgling belly. “Ugh, can you imagine me doing that in front of everyone?”

Jack was very definitely trying not to imagine precisely that. Or consider his complicated feelings about it. Even the thought forced him to awkwardly glance away from his girlfriend for a brief moment. “Right, of course not,” he sternly agreed. “So, um… what are you gonna do, Fi?”

“I… I’m not sure,” the wolf admitted, looking down at her rounded belly. Waves of pleasure still radiated from the vaguely human-shaped bulge, but along with that came a twinge of anxiety as she imagined having to ‘release’ what all that tasty human meat would inevitably turn into. On any other normal day, the final release would be a pleasant end to a pleasant meal, but today… “I-I really would like to not have this conversation with Mira. She’s nice, but…”

“Yeah, I don’t think she would get it,” Jack agreed, finishing her thought -- and pushing past the equally confusing thought that someone could possibly not understand the embarrassment of a request like that. “Predators are just… so different here! So much more shameless…”

“The humans too…” Fiona mourned.

But thinking of their vulpine professor, he recalled a bit of her lecture, and how delighted she’d been that the timing of Fiona’s digestion lined up with their class period. She’d said something about… different speeds of digestion? “Could you, I dunno, do something to digest faster?”

Fiona’s ears perked up. “Maybe,” she said, a sudden rush of hope filling her chest. “If I could just, um, you know… take care of business before class, that would solve everything!”

“So, er… can you?” Jack asked. While he did know some things about a predator’s digestive system -- way, way more than any human ought to, in his opinion -- having never digested a fully-grown human himself, there were still plenty of biological details he didn’t know, and didn’t want to know. Things he usually tried not to think about. But for Fi’s sake, he started thinking.

The werewolf looked down at her belly, as it gave a small, involuntary clench. She thought over all she’d learned from not only Mira’s class, but all her previous classes back home… and all her experience with the thousands of humans she’d melted down inside herself, before Sofia. Some had definitely gone faster than others. And the most memorable meals were the ones who…

Lifting one paw, she placed it against the bulge in her belly and gave an experimental push.

*GLURG-sloosh*

Jack watched curiously. He’d experienced the unyielding strength of both predators’ claws and their stomachs, so he could follow her logic. “I guess it could help…?” he offered supportively. He knew her stomach was more than capable of squeezing her meals out of existence all on its own, but surely some extra ‘kneading’ might help speed the process along?

The disappointed look on Fiona’s muzzle told a different story, though. “Maybe, but it’s still just not the same,” she replied, with a frustrated sigh. She caught the questioning look on her boyfriend’s face, and braced herself as she delivered the explanation. “I think the humans that usually go fastest are the ones that…” She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to make Jack think about it, but the look of recognition flashing across his face told her he’d gotten the picture.

“The ones that struggle…” he finished. He glanced away, a little awkwardly, but kept himself mostly collected. It made sense: all that frantic, panicked movement probably helped stimulate Fi’s stomach, produce more acid… He watched Fiona awkwardly push harder, but she frowned.

“It’s like tickling yourself, huh? Just doesn’t work…” Jack guessed, reading the answer off his girlfriend’s muzzle.

“Yeah, and there’s only so hard I can push with these.” She raised one paw and flexed her fingers in a wave, letting her claws glint in the artificial light.

“Yeesh,” Jack winced in sympathy. “…And, I guess there’s no one else around here you could shove inside who would, you know, move around more,” he remarked. From what they’d seen of Nomshire so far, even if Fi could manage to stomach a whole second human, they probably wouldn’t react the way her prey did back home.

“Doubt it,” the werewolf agreed. The food around here did seem pretty tasty, but she suspected her belly wouldn’t be getting any proper stimulation until she eventually got back home. There were plenty of lovely things about Nomshire, but she was looking forward to proper squirming meals again! “Though honestly, with the way humans are here, I could probably just ask one to ‘struggle’ from the-” She stopped abruptly, as she realized what she was suggesting.

“…from the outside,” Jack finished once again.

The pair looked at each other, silent for a long and awkward moment.

I couldn’t just… use Jack as a digestive aid! Fiona told herself. That would be wrong on so many levels. But… but what choice do I have? It’s this, or showing up to be tomorrow’s class demo…

“Jack, could you maybe…” Fiona began, at the exact moment Jack went, “Fi, I could, um…”

“I mean, you don’t have to…” she tried again, even as he replied, “No, I-I’ll do it!”

“Okay…!” Fiona managed. Her tail wagged a little. “Um, thank you. I owe you one…”

Another quiet moment passed, still awkward, but now also… tentatively tender, as well. It was easier to share each others’ happiness and comfort and support: they never had to be alone.

(Despite Fiona’s hesitance, there was a certain… excitement, at the idea of Jack’s hands on her belly. Her boyfriend helping her with a meal, sharing that experience together… it sounded nice!)

“So…” Jack finally said. “How do we… do this? I’ve never… done this sort of thing…”

“I think… I think I lay down, on my back? Then you come up on the bed to join me?”

“That… sounds right?” Jack said. “Hold on, lemme try and kneel, to get the right angle?”

“Ow! That was my tail, Jack…” Fiona yelped.

“S-sorry!” Jack blurted out. “I’ve never tried this position before, i-it’s all new to me…”

But with a bit of experimentation and practice, they finally found a position that felt natural. The gentle rocking of the bed settled out and there… There was Fiona. And there was Jack.

Jack gazed at his wolf, laid out beneath him: belly and chest gently rising and falling with her breath, her muzzle framed by the bedsheets. Her gold eyes met his blue ones. Every curve and edge, every strand of fur, was so incredible… So beautiful.

For her part, Fiona looked up at the sight of her human towering over her on his knees, partially eclipsed by the swell of her gurgling gut. A strangely vulnerable position considering their usual arrangement on the food chain, but what a view of him it gave…

Suddenly, Jack was very aware of his position, kneeling between Fiona’s legs. Every sensation was vivid and bright: how soft the fur of her thighs was as it stroked against him, the way Fiona shifted ever so slightly beneath him to get comfortable… and above all, how close he was to her.

Judging from the look in the werewolf’s eyes, similar thoughts were running through her mind… and the two blushed, as they both suddenly became aware of their entwined pose.

The sudden surge of awkwardness drove Jack to move, but pushing past one unavoidably intimate moment led straight into another. He reached his hands toward the swollen dome of her belly but faltered, unable to continue until he once again looked to her golden eyes for approval.

Fiona dipped her muzzle slightly, giving him permission.

Jack slowly sunk his hands into his girlfriend’s fur.

Warm. It was warm. So very warm. He couldn’t help thinking of the many times he’d slipped inside bellies just like this -- and most of all, the brief moment he’d spent inside this exact belly. The unyielding, radiant heat he’d felt inside her, like a physical extension of her being… but this time it was just a gentle whisper, rising up through her skin and her coat to return his touch.

Jack’s eyes were drawn to the spot where he made contact, while Fiona’s eyes widened and lost focus slightly as she was drawn into the sensation. That gentle pressure against the skin of her belly, pulled so taut and sensitive by the meal within. The subtle way his soft fingers displaced her fur, setting their shape into her coat: every touch of Jack’s hands sent a tingle up her spine.

Slowly, she exhaled. Jack felt her belly sink, and Fiona felt his hands falling with it. Then she breathed in, carrying her chest, his warm hands, and the meal inside her upwards once more.

Jack was frozen in awe for what felt like a long moment. It still didn’t feel real: as close as the two of them had been emotionally, he couldn’t ever remember touching her, not like this. He’d never touched Fi in such an intimate way -- not from the outside, at least. For a brief moment, he wondered if any human had ever been this close to a werewolf before (and lived to tell the tale).

With a tentative curiosity, he applied the slightest of pressures, and nudged his hands forward through her plush coat. Her thinly-stretched skin glided by underneath his finger tips, fur parting around his digits, and immediately her chest swelled again as she took a sharp, sudden breath. Against the bedding, the fur at the back of Fiona’s neck rose, and her tail arched in pleasure.

Wow.

Fiona considered herself a connoisseur, when it came to humans’ reactions inside her stomach. Every stage was a delight of its own -- the first strong struggles, when her prey still thought they could get her to spit them up. Then desperation, as it sunk in that there was no escape, that they were destined to become wolf-food and nothing else. And then the finale: their slow, weakening twitches, as her stomach slowly went still, and her body got to work on the hunk of meat inside.

But this new sensation, this moment, with Jack touching her like this? She’d never had a human cherish her belly from the outside, and it felt like she’d suddenly discovered a whole new world.

New, and also strange! Which seemed like a recurring theme, since she’d arrived in Nomshire.

But it was… good. Really good. Especially knowing it was Jack embracing her body like this.

*GURGLE*

Jack blinked. He’d felt that, against his hands. And she knew he’d felt it. The muscles within, tucked below fur and skin, greedily clenched down around the meal in their grasp, pressing into the softening remains of a once-human form, and pushing Fiona’s meal one step closer to an agreeable pool of indiscernible nutrients for her body to absorb.

For a moment they both shared, in their own ways, the feeling of her hungry belly hard at work.

Work that she’d asked Jack to help her speed up.

Taking a shallow breath, Jack tensed his fingers, feeling the subtle, shifting resistance below. He had no idea what to do, or what it would feel like, for either of them. So he started slow, and soft.

He pressed, lightly and gradually, down into the bulge of his girlfriend’s stomach, until he felt her skin begin to give below his palm, and fold around his digits. Glancing at the werewolf’s face, he saw Fi staring up at him awestruck. He released the meager pressure and her gut immediately returned to a round, taut, stretched sphere. Like nothing had even happened.

“You, um… Y-you can go a bit harder than that,” the wolf told her boyfriend, eyes wide.

(She sounded strangely breathless and eager. Had Fi really liked his touch that much?)

Jack scolded himself. “R-right.” Of course he could. No need to be shy, or afraid of hurting his wolf: he’d seen how hard humans battered away at her belly from the inside, and she barely noticed those desperate life-or-death struggles -- beyond a happy wolfy grin and a wagging tail. But even knowing she could take it, his instincts insisted that he’d hurt her if he pushed too hard.

But this time he did at least manage something.

*squlch*

The supple bulge deformed below his hands, as he pressed a pair of small indents into her fur. The soupy contents within shifted ever so slightly at his touch, with the wet sound of muscle against -- well, what he could presume to be Sofia’s skin, or whatever was left of it.

The moment Fiona felt Jack’s presence nudge the contents of her belly, a familiar spark of joy sent pleasure shivering up her spine. At first it was only as tiny as the miniscule motion he had made, but it was multiplied by the sheer anticipation of the moment, and the knowledge that it was… his touch.

Between Jack’s knees, he felt Fiona’s tail wag gently. He offered his wolf a shy smile, his nerves melting away with the warmth of her face. He pressed his hands deeper, with more confidence.

Something clicked in his mind. For a single second, he felt the shape of Fi’s meal -- the actual form of a digesting human -- fully in his grasp. The way Sofia’s body squelched and compressed as he exerted himself: the sense of control, of dominion over the once-living food which had now been claimed, ready to be broken down at his command. He, just for a moment, felt the tiniest taste of what he thought it must be like to be a predator -- to be Fiona, wielding her stomach.

Awed and inspired, Jack pushed harder.

And then something moved, under Fiona’s fur.

Not a small shift, but something big. Jack felt the mass of digesting human beneath his hands move. Was Sofia actually still alive in there!? Or was this just the morbid movements of Fiona’s stomach finishing its work? That thought, combined with the sudden motion and accompanying SQUELCH, sent a shock through his entire body. He flinched, and lost his balance, and without even meaning to, he came down with his forearms and most of his upper body weight directly onto the squishy bulge of Fiona’s belly.

*CRUNCH*

The full weight of Jack’s body sunk into his girlfriend’s belly, as the marked man froze in shock. He’d felt every detail, as one of Sofia’s last solid bones had shattered under his weight. Even now he could feel little pieces continuing to break, weakened to brittleness by the unyielding acids and enzymes of his wolf’s stomach, as the flesh sloughed off the once-human remains. There was no question anymore: even if Sofia might have been still alive a moment ago, she certainly was not now. He stared down at the round, liquid bulge: had that just been a particularly strong clench, or was it the last conscious movement of Fiona’s latest lunch? Had he just… helped end a fellow human’s life?

“J-Jack!?” the werewolf called, alarm breaking through her sensual stupor.

He looked up over the doughy dome and met her eyes, soft with concern. They seemed to bring him back to reality, feeling all his sudden tension slip away into her to dissolve along with her meal. “I-I’m fine,” Jack murmured, finally pulling his arms out of her bulging belly. He started to feel a bit silly, honestly. In the end, it didn’t matter, and he knew it. Fiona would have digested Sofia either way -- and after all, his job was to help his girlfriend, wasn’t it?

Jack took a deep breath to steady himself, then shifted his weight back onto his knees. Seeing how nonexistent the discomfort had been from his ‘fall’, this time when he pushed down into the gurgling dome, he let his hands sink deep into Sofia, or what was left of her. That once beautiful body and those impressive curves were now reduced to a messy slop in his satisfied girlfriend’s round beach ball of a stomach. Ready and waiting to be added to her body, and to her beauty.

As he slowly became accustomed to the strange, vaguely-disturbing, very-intimate sensations, Jack began to pick up his pace. He fell into a steady rhythm as he got comfortable, punctuated by the gurgles, groans, and sloshes that comprised the symphony of his wolf’s stomach.

Meanwhile, despite the blissful shift and sway of her full belly under Jack’s hands, Fiona felt a little something holding back the happy wagging of her tail. Something besides Jack’s thighs, which she hit at either end of her stroke. A worry persisting in her mind.

“…You… sure you’re alright?” Fiona’s voice sounded uncharacteristically meek for a powerful predator. But she couldn’t keep herself from asking. Her boyfriend was literally massaging the lifeless remains of another human into her intestines. And while every detail felt amazing to her, she was more than a little concerned it might feel much less pleasant and relaxing for him.

Jack considered his answer, as he plunged his hand once again into the Sofia stew. “…I-I… that demo in class today didn’t really prepare me for…” *GLURG* *SQUELCH* “…this.” He was getting a much more hands-on demonstration now than any classroom could hope to provide.

Fiona thought back to the class herself. To the moment she’d first set eyes upon the tasty meal currently being massaged away… and more importantly, the moment Jack first set eyes on her.

“…Sofia reminded you of her,” Fiona said quietly. “…right?”

*GLRSH* went her belly, as her boyfriend’s hands slipped from their steady rhythm. He didn’t immediately answer, just frowned.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” she repeated. “…you know, digesting her like this?”

*GURGLE* Her belly gave an impatient little clench all on its own.

“A little late for second thoughts now, huh?” he deflected, indulging in a bit of morbid humor. There was more than enough sloshing audible through her fur to know that this latest pretty girl in a red dress was no longer either pretty or a girl. That beautiful dress hadn’t gotten any more special treatment than Sofia herself, being carelessly tossed into the classroom’s recycling can.

“Well, I-I meant you helping…” Fiona said, a little hesitantly. “…helping digest someone like Ruby.” She spoke the name softly, with the same kind of care she’d fostered for him. “I-I could find someone else to rub, if you’re not… up for it.” But they wouldn’t feel even close to as nice as you, Fiona thought immediately -- though she decided to keep that part to herself. She didn’t want to pressure him into keeping up his pressure on her satisfied stomach.

Jack gave a small smile in return. A weathered and tired, but understanding sort of smile. “No, it’s okay.” He decisively pressed down again into his girlfriend’s warm fur, evoking another wet SQUELCH from the softening ex-human bulge. “Not every pretty girl in a red dress is Ruby.”

“Oh, so you thought she was pretty?” his girlfriend jokingly ‘accused’. Jack chuckled quietly, but didn’t reply: she’d lightened the mood a little, but it didn’t take a wolf’s eyes to see that he was still a bit weighed down. Fiona wished she knew how to reassure Jack, at times like this. She didn't want any weight between them (aside from her meal’s contributions to her figure, of course). She offered her boyfriend a sympathetic look, and he returned her gaze squarely.

“No need to look so jealous, Fi, you’re pretty too…” Jack teased in return, smiling a touch wider, but the sincerity in her eyes deserved a real reply. “Seriously, you didn’t do anything wrong today. And don’t worry about this either.” He sloshed his girlfriend’s stomach for emphasis, earning another wet, meaty noise. “You’ve been gurgling people in front of me for years now. It’s part of who you are, Fi. And I…” Jack blushed as he met the werewolf’s golden eyes, carefully considering his next words. “I’m happy I’ve lived long enough to get this close to you. Even to this part of you.”

With his mark, Jack could have easily ended up nommed and gurgled a thousand times by now. The human currently being mushed up into stew in this wolf’s belly could have easily been him instead. He’d been in there before, felt the strength of her stomach, the heat, the hunger, the power. And he probably would have been, if not for Fiona herself. The kind, loyal, friend he’d held dear for years. The woman who loved him. And the one he loved right back.

“Aw… You two lovebirds are just too sweet! But c’mon, share the gossip, who’s Ruby?”

The two whirled around at the familiar voice, and their eyes fell on Vicky -- busy munching on popcorn and lazily leaning against the door frame.

“How long have you been there?” Jack squeaked.

Vicky shrugged. “Like… ten minutes? You two did leave the door open, you know.”

“No, we definitely closed it…” Fiona protested. “I know we did…”

“Is a door really closed, if it’s not locked?” Vicky idly mused. “Sounds like a question for philosophers. Well I thought the two of you were making out, so I came over to watch, but then you two started having emotions, and I didn’t want to interrupt. But then I got bored listening, I went downstairs to make myself popcorn while I enjoyed the show, and when I came back you were still busy talking, so…” She waved. “Anyway, hi! Who’s Ruby?”

Jack and Fiona both frantically looked anywhere that wasn’t at another person, both practically glowing red in the face. The intimate moment they’d shared, lost in their own little world, had already been more than enough to process on its own. Suddenly realizing that they hadn’t been alone, that they’d been spied on the whole time, was just a bit too much to handle.

“Hmmmm?” the vixen nudged, almost innocently. If she couldn’t have the tasty boy riding the werewolf, she was certainly hungry for their gossip as a consolation prize.

“…She was-”
“…She was-”

Upon realizing that Vicky was insistent on an answer, Jack and Fiona both reluctantly braced and tried to muster their replies, only to have their words run into each other. They shared an awkward glance, over the round, furry landscape of Fiona’s swollen stomach.

“…Ruby was a girl from back in high school. She was special to me, or rather she… could have been special, but…” Jack trailed off. Fiona could practically see her boyfriend folding into himself. He always hated talking about it, especially in front of her. He knew there was no honest way to explain without sounding like he was blaming her. “…it just didn’t work out, that’s all.”

Fiona cut in, trying to rescue her boyfriend from needing to carry her burden. “She had a date with Jack, but before they had a chance to go out together, I, um-”

*GURGLE* went her stomach at the memory, finishing her sentence for her. Her words trailed off. Emotional impact aside, Ruby had been… very memorable as a meal. Her frown deepened for a moment. Jack may not like to say it, but she wouldn’t shirk the blame for what she’d done. If she’d been able to stomach his crush, she’d have to stomach the guilt that came with her.

“You ate her?” Vicky finished quietly. The vixen looked uncharacteristically serious -- her tone was soft and gentle, without judgment. “And I assume this ‘Ruby’ was… not willing.”

Fiona nodded. Hearing the sudden contrast to the vixen’s usually flippant tone, the werewolf felt a pit in her chest. But rather than harsh condemnation, Vicky looked expectant, ready to hear out what her new friend had to say -- which somehow hurt more than the anger Fiona expected. The wolf didn’t want to relive that day all over again, especially not with Jack right there, but…

“All my friends were there… I didn’t want to disappoint them, they were all there because of me. And this guy I thought I liked, he was watching…” She looked away into the darkest corner of the room, mustering the words. “I took Ruby from right next to Jack, I swallowed her right in front of him.” She could still remember the warm fullness of her belly, the smiles on all her friend’s faces even as Ruby’s last, desperate struggles weakened and went still. “We were having such a good time, I-” Fiona’s words caught in her throat for a moment, but she kept going. “…I didn’t even know who Ruby was until the next day, and by then…”

The werewolf’s belly gave an ominous, low rumble.

“Well, it was too late. I was such an idiot…” she finished, trailing off. She kept her gaze away from Jack, too afraid to see the judgment in his eyes, so the wolf was utterly startled when her boyfriend instead reached out and gently, sympathetically squeezed her paw with one hand.

“I know you would have done things differently if you’d known, Fi…” Jack told her, with a weight in his voice. “But you have done… so much more to make me happy, than you’ve done to make me sad.” He squeezed her hand again in his, and felt her answering squeeze.

“So today, in class… that girl in the red dress dredged up some feelings?” Vicky guessed, breaking the silence after a moment. Jack and Fiona nodded. The vixen sighed. “I get it, Wolfy. Trust me, I get it. That’s what it means to be a predator -- once we eat someone, we can’t take it back. They’re just gone. We’ve all… made choices like that.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a Ruby of your own…” Fiona murmured.

Vicky winced. “Something like that…” The vixen looked over toward Jack’s face, recognizing his expression -- a supportive mask just barely covering his own pain beneath. She’d seen that same look often enough in her mirror. “And you still stuck by her through all of that, Jack?”

He nodded, without even a second of hesitation. Those doubts had been buried long ago.

Vicky looked thoughtful. “Huh. That’s really something.”

The marked human smiled slightly in response.

Collectively, they could all feel the tension leave their air, each breathing a bit easier. But the satisfying, cathartic silence didn’t end, and eventually the moment became nothing more than Vicky standing there (still holding her popcorn), staring at Jack and Fiona lying together in bed…

“Soo…” the vixen piped up out of the blue. “Do you two usually settle your issues via sex?”

“Do we what?” Fiona squeaked.

“Wait-! We- I’m- We’re not-!” Jack protested.

“Okay, okay, jeez… I didn’t mean to impugn your delicate honor, Wolfy…” Vicky held up her paws in surrender, even as a playful smirk danced across her muzzle. “Look, I came in and saw Jack busy between your legs -- can you blame a girl for hoping to join in the fun?”

“Listen, that’s just-- that’s just not what’s happening here,” Jack said flatly.

“I get it, you two aren’t confident enough for a third, yet. That’s fine, no shame!” the vixen told them sincerely. Though perhaps she had a hidden agenda, somewhere between her thighs. “So, like, what is the wildest stuff you lovebirds get up to? You guys tried bondage yet?”

“Wha- No, I wouldn’t-”

“Anal, then?” Vicky tried, interrupting Fiona’s protest.

“No!” came Jack’s very flustered response. Fiona’s rear exit was the last thing either of them wanted to think about, after today’s class.

“Oral?” the vixen posed, starting to sound a little desperate. Surely they’d at least covered that base. This was honestly getting a little spooky, she’d never met such a repressed couple before.

The wolf’s eyes widened in horror. “Definitely not!” she insisted. “Would that even be safe?”

“Sure, that’s what swallowing is for…” Vicky said, idly waving one paw. “Seriously though, please tell me that you’ve at least had vanilla, boring, tab-A-in-slot-B sex, right?”

The vixen offered a helpful set of illustrative hand gestures, which somehow only made the interspecies couple in front of her more embarrassed. Slowly, her expression shifted to horror.

“Oh, goddess, I’m stuck with two blushing virgins. I’ll have to do something about that.”

(Well THAT’S not ominous or anything, Jack and Fiona both thought in unison.)

Vicky pinched her muzzle in exasperation, inconspicuously letting herself into the room. “Well, then, lemme start from the beginning. Now, when a human loves a pelli very much…”

“Oh god…” Jack whimpered.

Fiona nervously squeezed her boyfriend’s hand. “It’s gonna be okay, Jack,” she whispered in solidarity. “We’ve made it through worse together…”

“Have we?” he whispered back.

“…and that pelli has a big full belly, and the human wants to get inside that belly, but is too repressed to admit it, sometimes they both need a demo from a wise, experienced, dashingly-attractive fox-girl sex-therapist who can show them the ropes -- and the handcuffs, and the…”

“I don’t like where this is going,” Jack said, leaning closer to his girlfriend. “Mark my words -- this crazy vixen is gonna start taking our clothes off next…”

“I heard that!” Vicky snapped. “No backtalk during sex-ed class, kids, this isn’t a dialog…”

“We weren’t even having sex!” Jack burst out. “I-I was just rubbing Fi’s belly, it was all new to me. It wasn’t even sexual!” He blushed, and amended, “Well, it wasn’t sexual… at first?”

Vicky froze. “Hold up, you haven’t even rubbed your girlfriend’s belly?” she said slowly, a moment later. “This is worse than I thought. We’ll have to start from square zero. The first thing you need to do, Wolfy, is take your shirt off, so Jack can get his hands on you…”

“I knew it…” Jack muttered.

“Look,” Fiona interjected. “We’re not trying to be, um… ‘intimate’ right now. Not- not that that would be bad! But I just needed Jack’s help digesting my lunch faster, because…”

“Cause neither of us want her to have to… you know. In front of the whole class…” Jack finished. Fiona shot him a thankful look, for sparing her the embarrassment of saying it herself.

Vicky raised an eyebrow. “Honestly? I still don’t get this whole ‘shy blushing virgins’ thing you guys have going on. But messing with my mum’s class? That I get.” The fox smirked deviously -- an extra-unnerving expression on that particular muzzle -- before suddenly shifting to a look of confused disbelief. “Wait, so all that stuff I saw earlier was you trying to help her digest!?” Vicky asked, then continued without even waiting for his answer. “Oh, Jack, honey. Honey, I just… Look, you’re a very nice human, Jack, and I know you’re doing your best, but I just can’t let poor Wolfy go unsatisfied like that. It would go against my honor as a predator -- and besides, at this rate, there’s no way Sofia would be out the back door by morning.” She grinned. “Lemme show you how to help your predator digest properly.”

“Well, it’s not like we know what we’re doing…” Fiona admitted, a little hesitantly.

Vicky didn’t exactly stop to wait for a further invitation, walking right up to the bed and cheerfully ordering Jack to “Scooch!” as she climbed up behind him. Very close behind him.

The marked human, half awkward and half alarmed, shot a glance to his girlfriend… only to find a very similar expression on her muzzle. They were sharing much the same thoughts as well: as awkward as Vicky’s enthusiasm was, they did need to get all this meal in Fiona’s belly digested and packed away before class tomorrow… and desperate times called for desperate measures.

By the time they had resigned themselves to the eager vixen’s involvement, Jack felt the fox’s body already pressing up close against his back -- with a now-familiar disregard for his personal space. Her knees popped out on either side of his peripheral vision, her bare thighs cradling his, with their soft, thick coat of plush orange fur. He could feel the vixen’s fur against his back too, exposed thanks to the open buttons at the lower end of her shirt.

Jack felt a jolt run through him, as he realized that he was now sandwiched between two hungry pred-girls, surrounded by their bodies on every side. Fiona’s full, sloshing, swollen belly was in front of him, while Vicky’s flat, toned, empty-but-probably-quite-hungry belly pressed against him from behind. He heard a wet gurgle, but wasn’t quite sure which stomach it had originated in.

A thought crossed his mind -- Vicky did seem quite… horny, and she could easily fit him into that belly he was pressed against. With him out of the way -- literally -- the vixen could have Fiona all to herself. But he quickly shook the intrusive thought from his head. He’d only known the fox for a week or so, but Jack was already certain that Vicky would never do something like that. Still, he gulped nervously, surreptitiously glancing over his shoulder to see what the vixen was up to.

Vicky was… smiling down at him, warm and cheery. Her expression immediately put him at ease (and made him feel extra guilty for that passing thought). Sure, she was drooling in his hair a bit, but she was actively working to wipe away that drool with her tongue -- licking it off her muzzle, that was. It still felt weird to have her this close, not only because of her total lack of boundaries and personal space, but because he’d never… trusted another predator like this, besides Fiona.

Yet, despite Vicky’s somewhat wild and crass nature, he couldn’t quite imagine the friendly fox actually harming him. He could tell his mark was getting to her a bit, her pupils were dilated with hunger, but she was clearly holding herself back. Oddly, that somehow felt more comforting than if she’d tried to hide her predatory instincts. Since he was a kid, every predator had wanted to swallow his tasty marked body, but the only other predator he’d ever seen acknowledge those feelings yet still hold them back was the one whose belly he was currently rubbing.

“Alright -- ready, Tasty?” came the soft (one might even say sultry) whisper in his ear.

Admittedly the vixen’s choice of nickname was still a bit concerning, but he did his best to shrug it off, and managed to sound only moderately shaky as he spoke. “Y-yeah.”

“Good.” With that word, two orange-furred limbs reached out around him and took hold of his hands, lifting them up and holding in the air above his wolf’s burbling bulge. “Now, the key to a good digestive massage is simple. Don’t be afraid to be firm, and then get in real deep.”

With a surprising, almost alarming amount of force, Vicky plowed Jack’s hands straight into Fiona’s belly. *SLORSH-CRUNCH!* Jack’s gaze jerked up to his girlfriend’s face, more than a little worried, but he caught her eyes just in time to see her own nervous expression transform into sudden bliss, and her tail start wagging happily once again between his knees.

Vicky pulled back and then went in for a second round, pressing his hands so far through Sofia and through Fiona that he thought he might have touched the far side of her stomach.

“Wow, Vi. You are good at this,” the engorged canine dreamily half-mumbled. As far as her stomach was concerned, Sofia had instantly transformed from the most placid human it had ever ensnared, to the most delightfully squirming meal she could ever remember. Possibly even better than… a certain memorable, guilty-pleasure meal in a red dress who must not be named.

*GLURGLE*

Vicky grinned, admiring the sounds and sights of her handiwork. “Got a better feel for it now?” she asked her edible pupil. “Go on, your turn. Don’t be shy, just thrust all the way inside.”

Now that Vicky’s demonstration had broken through whatever subconscious limits Jack had been keeping up, he brought his hands up -- with Vicky’s paws still guiding them -- and thrust with both arms as hard as he could, with all the force a human might use trying to escape said belly.

*SHLORP-GLRG!*

“There we go,” Vicky murmured in his ear, her breath humid and warm. “Good boy, Jack!”

That had sounded an awful lot like how an owner might praise their pet, but… clearly the vixen had meant well? Jack decided to just let that go. He already had enough to deal with today.

Massage Expert Rava, having decided she’d gotten the basics through to him well enough, took control again and began the next phase of her instruction.

“Now, Jack, you’ll get the best results if you press your hands in roughly… here.” Vicky wasn’t shy about guiding Jack’s hands wherever she wanted. “You feel that large undigested chunk of Sofia right there? You wanna help Wolfy’s belly soften that bit up. You can even press a little harder if you need to: it takes a fair bit of force to break bones at this current stage of digestion. Then help press the chyme down towards her pyloric valve, like so…”

As she spoke, Vicky casually forced Jack’s hands down through Sofia -- a businesslike motion, pressing her apart like clay, with no regard for the former woman’s former dignity. There was a morbid series of crunches and pops, as various parts of Fiona’s meal broke under the pressure.

And it wasn’t just the food inside Fiona’s belly that was moving. As the vixen-human pair shoved and sloshed at the malleable mound, Fiona lay back in bliss with her eyes closed, letting their hands reposition her… but in the process, other things were inadvertently nudged out of place.

Things like clothes.

As Jack looked down over his girlfriend, diligently working at his task, he just could not help noticing how all the artificial struggles of her late lunch were pushing her shirt a bit higher up her chest, and the waistband of her pants a little further down her hips. It wasn’t much. After all, this was high-quality pred-wear, hand-sewn by the Eten family: it was designed to handle rowdy prey. But it wasn’t impervious to Rava-level belly rubs -- from his position, pressed in so close to Fiona’s body, Jack was keenly aware of just how much of Fiona’s ‘chest’ he could see when he shoved her belly down, and of the growing sliver of underwear (thin yellow fabric, against thick brown fur) peeking out when he rolled her belly up and out of the way.

He blushed, hoping she wouldn’t question it, or might maybe be too enthralled by her digestion to even notice. At first he tried to look away, but he had to watch what he was doing… right? And, well… part of him wanted to see. Like, really, really wanted to. He caught his eyes lingering for long moments, but each time he eventually forced himself to look elsewhere. He didn’t want to see too much… not before Fiona was ready to show him.

Vicky chuckled in his ear. She hadn’t missed Jack’s ‘interest’… nor, for that matter, the scent of lupine ‘excitement’ hanging in the room like a haze, clear as day to her sensitive nose. It was time to move on to the next level, and really see how far she could take these lovely lovebirds -- while still staying within their fragile little comfort zone, that was.

“Now, for this next part, just trust the rhythm of Fiona’s body. Her belly knows what it’s doing -- so let her guide you. You want to push down whenever she pushes down.”

He really could feel the guidance of Fi’s belly, shifting and clenching under his fingers as he got to work. As Jack got more comfortable, his initial hesitance faded: he started kneading harder and harder, his motions resonating with the hypnotic rhythm of her gut. Vicky released Jack’s hands, and she instead shifted to help rub Fiona’s belly from another angle -- the three friends working together, to help his girlfriend’s body digest her big meal. It was oddly… domestic.

The more weight Jack brought to bear on Fiona’s stomach, the more clearly he could feel the contours of what was resting inside, as his hands worked tirelessly to pack the churning pool of digestive slop down into Fiona’s intestines. Jack took a sudden, startled breath as his hands hit a solid mass, shaped undeniably like the upper half of a rib cage. A flash of what Sofia’s upper body used to look like passed through his mind, but his next thrust came with a thick, rough *CRUNCH*. The shape he’d felt before was now nothing more than indistinct slush, with the last few lingering clumps of solidity quickly melting into the surrounding soup.

(Fi’s belly-fur vibrated around his hands: she let out a pleased huff, her tail wagging a bit faster.)

…this was what digestion felt like to Fiona, wasn’t it? The contours of a human pressing against her stomach walls, squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter, gradually disintegrating amid the endless onslaught of her powerful digestive system. Melting away into nothing, into her.

Jack couldn’t help thinking back to when he’d been in this exact stomach. This is what would have happened to him if he’d stayed in there, if Fiona hadn’t had her change of heart. This is what he would have felt like, to her, breaking down -- bit by bit, bone by bone, melting, churning, deforming into fuel and nutrients and pleasant little hums and tail wags.

For an instant, he wondered if Arthur would have rubbed her Jack-filled belly, in another life.

But Fiona, for her part, wasn’t thinking about her mangy flea-bag sorta-ex at all. The werewolf was entirely enamored and enthralled by Jack, and Jack’s hands -- and to a lesser extent, Vicky’s. For a human who hadn’t struggled at all, when she’d briefly and regretfully had him packed away on the inside of her belly, he sure was doing a good job at it now.

But it was more than just the deep massage, stimulating her stomach and filling it with a flurry of warmth. It was Jack’s hands. On her. Rushing through her fur, kneading against her sensitive, taut skin, pressing into her. The thought and feeling, the sheer connection she felt with him, as his scent mixed with her own, and he worked furiously alongside her own body to churn and gurgle her latest, delectable meal. The closeness she felt. She honestly wasn’t quite sure if the flurry of warmth in her chest outshone the one in her sloshing stomach. But in that moment they both shone together, filling her completely, from snout to claws, with inexorable pleasure and satisfaction, her tail fluttering wildly as she melted into the bed, almost as thoroughly as the human within her melted into her intestines.

A human whom, by the way, was rather thoroughly digested by this point. As more and more of the ex-girl was pumped deeper with every thrust, she felt the last solid bits of Sofia shifting back and forth against her stomach walls, like tides within a messy sea of chyme. Her belly clenched and clenched, groping hungrily at the remains -- she could tell Jack noticed them too, reaching and reaching through her bulge with his hands but never quite managing to get them.

Under normal circumstances, she would just have to wait for her digestive system to do its job, gradually whittling down the last of her catch and siphoning the last dregs down into her guts. But this time her body had help. She had help. She felt Jack start pushing harder and harder, rougher than she’d ever seen him, excitingly rough. But his hands still couldn’t quite manage to-

With an audible grunt, Jack plowed his entire body weight into the werewolf’s belly, coming down hard with his forearms -- a bit like he’d done accidentally when they’d first started. The blow carried all the way through Fiona’s stomach, smashing the last brittle remnants of what was once Sofia into utterly indistinct pulp, and finally freeing those final traces of trapped breath.

*SLORSH-CRUNCH*

“HUUAAAARPPP-ooohh~” Fiona’s muzzle flew open as the burst of gastric air shot loose from deep within, the coarse belch giving way to a relatively tame, utterly satisfied moan, as she felt her belly slosh and settle, complete in its task. It let out a last, appreciative gurgle and went still.

Jack took in the acrid stench, wafting heavily up over the shrunken dome of his girlfriend’s gut. The scent of death and digestion, of a young woman now reduced to nothing but mush and slop… and also of a werewolf well satisfied, and a girlfriend freed of all stress and anxiety.

“Da-yum, girl!” Vicky said appreciatively. “Seems like Jack did a number on ya there, Wolfy. You look like you’re melting into a puddle even faster than Sofia~”

Fiona, blinking, realized she’d just blown the final remnants of her human meal directly into her human boyfriend’s face. And she might have had a much larger, more embarrassed reaction, if he hadn’t done such a good job of getting her entire body so completely and thoroughly relaxed. In the end, all she ended up mustering was a slightly awkward, very spaced-out “…Sorry.”

Despite the morbid implications, and the less-than-pleasant scent, he couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that all he was smelling was a bit more of Fiona. A bit from deep inside. A bit he’d just helped. Ironically, despite his lot as a marked human, he felt what might have been some echo of the predatory pride she often felt, having gurgled away another massive catch. Not because he had any pride in that himself, but because of how happy he was to share in hers.

“…Don’t worry about it,” Jack replied with a warm little smile, sharing in his wolf’s satisfaction.

“Can… can you do that again for my next meal?” the werewolf asked her boyfriend dreamily. Already Fiona was craving an encore, more of Jack’s warmth and love pouring into her body with every touch and caress of his hands. “Please? Pretty please with a human on top?”

The werewolf was a bit too euphoric to carefully consider her choice of words, not that the human on top of her slowly-shrinking stomach seemed to mind much.

“Um…” Jack lifted one tired hand and rubbed the back of his head bashfully -- accidentally knocking against Vicky’s knockers in the process. He blushed and quickly glanced away, much to the vixen’s amusement. “…Sure, Fi. I-I can do that, if you want.”

Vicky fondly gazed down at her two endorphin-drunk companions. “I can take a hint, you two sappy lovebirds deserve some alone time! You are just so sweet…” She winked, a wicked look back in her eyes. “Do feel free to knock on my door if you ever want a third, though~”

“T-thank you, Vicky…” Jack murmured. “That was… amazing.”

Fiona let out a happy wordless sound of agreement.

Vicky smiled at Jack’s words, and the accompanying happy wolf noises. She got up, stretched, and finally stepped off the bed. At that moment, her belly chose to let out an impatient gurgle.

The vixen laughed. “For some strange reason, seems like having my muzzle pressed up against a tasty human has gotten me a little peckish. Gasp. Who could have guessed?”

“I can tell, it’s like I took a shower in fox-drool…” Jack sassed back. “I’m gonna have to wash my clothes now, you know!” Still, his tone was more amused than annoyed.

“Y’know, speaking of your clothes, Jack…” Vicky mused, looking thoughtful… and hungry. “Do you have a spare shirt I could borrow? Well, less borrow, and more digest. I’m gonna go out and grab a quick bite to eat, dress them in your shirt, and pretend they’re you.”

“Um… I-I…” That request took him a moment to process, especially in his current daze. He still wasn’t use to friendly predators being so open about wanting to eat him. He also wasn’t quite sure how comfortable he was, with the idea of Vicky churning some guy and fantasizing about it being him, but… He did owe the vixen a favor for all the help she’d just given -- not to mention the whole ‘not eating him alive’ thing in general. And he did always pack extra shirts wherever he went -- there was nothing worse than successfully surviving a predator ambush, then having to go around town half-naked for the rest of the day. He’d learned that lesson the hard way.

“…Yeah, sure? Here, uh-” He began slipping his arms out of his sleeves, and pulling the fabric over his head. “This one’s got enough of your drool on it, it might as well go all the way.”

Without thinking, he stripped off the soggy shirt… and only then realized he’d gotten shirtless in front of two attractive and hungry predators, both of whom were somewhat guiltily gazing at him like a prime rib. He tossed the forfeited clothing awkwardly over to the hungry vixen.

“Thanks!” Vicky said happily, snatching the shirt out of the air and -- he should have seen this coming -- brought it straight to her snout, filling her lungs to the brim with his marked scent.

“Ahhhh~” the vixen breathed, with a full-body shiver. A concerningly sensual sound, if Jack was being honest. And the excited, lascivious little wink she gave him afterwards didn’t help either.

*gurgle* went Vicky’s belly, more impatiently. The vixen rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay, you greedy thing…” Vicky chided her belly. “I’ll go fetch you your fake Jack, since the real deal isn’t on offer. Hey Wolfy, ya feeling peckish? I could grab a neighbor on my way back real quick, since you’ve opened up some room now.”

“No, I’m good,” the werewolf muttered dreamily, then yawned. “Thanks for the help, Vi.”

“Hey, Vicky… Before you go, could you open the window?” Jack asked, a bit sleepily now that the rather intense moment was passing. That spot on the bed next to his smiling werewolf girlfriend was looking pretty cozy. Maybe showering and washing up could wait until tomorrow?

“Sure thing, Tasty~” Vicky promised, but there was no answer: Jack had already curled up and gotten comfortable next to Fiona, resting his head on the wolf’s chest like a soft, squishy pillow.

Vicky paused for a moment, looking at the two entwined lovebirds, already halfway to snoring in each other’s arms. Fiona’s tail was still wagging, only slowing down as she drifted off to sleep, and Jack let out a happy sigh and sleepily pulled one of Fiona’s arms over him, like a warm and fluffy wolf-fur blanket. The vixen trotted over to the window: Jack and Fiona made a cute picture, but more importantly, Jack had… trusted her. She’d had to sleep with the window open in her room too, to prevent the risk of sleep-nomming her own pet. It was the only way Jamie had stayed undigested this long, in the face of Vicky’s own instincts. Jack knew the risks, curling up with a predator and her freshly-emptied stomach, and the normally-nervous human had put his safety in her paws. Without even thinking twice.

The vixen opened the window, then tip-toed out, careful not to disturb the sleeping couple. Vicky clicked the light off, offered her two new friends one last fond glance, and slowly shut the door.

Originally Published: 27-Dec-2024