# HNTBL 21: Don’t Tease Pups

By: TheDragonBoy

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How Not To Become Lunch: 21 - Don’t Tease Pups

“I saw him in my house,” she scribbled with unrefined penmanship, her tail wagging out the back of her seat. “He was all alone and he smelled really good. I walked up to him slow so he wouldn’t get scared and then I JUMPED on him! He couldn’t get away. He tasted REALLY GOOD. I got him all the way into my belly all by myself.”

The little werewolf paused for a moment, her happy tail hitching as she thought about writing the rest of the story. The problem was she didn’t like how the story ended. She wanted to write that the tasty human happily melted away in her belly like he should have. But of course what really happened was her mom and big sister had forced her to let him go, just cause he was a ‘friend’ or something. She had to admit, Jack was kinda friendly, but he was very tasty, and that was much more important.

Sissy put down her pencil, deciding that what she’d written would be good enough. She raised her hand and over came her teacher. The tall, light-furred lioness stopped at her little desk.

“Did you finish writing your story, dear?”

“Yes Mrs. Pride,” she replied with the strained politeness she’d been taught to show in class.

“Oh good, let me see.” The lioness picked up her paper with a smile and glanced over the handful of words. “…Very good, Sissy,” came the cheery acknowledgment after a moment. “Alright, you can go over and play with the others until everyone else finishes.”

The werewolf pup quickly got up from her chair, holding back her excitement as she left the cluster of desks where her classmates were quietly writing. She tried to keep herself restrained, but by the time she was only a few feet away she was already running, eyes eagerly gazing toward the far side of the room. On that side, there were around a dozen other kids, talking and running and jumping around, their excitement practically calling out to her.

“Look, here comes Sissy!” one of them literally called out; a neko with spotted fur. Two or three others looked in the little werewolf’s direction, another neko and another werewolf pup among them. Their eyes lit up with playful enthusiasm, and Sissy’s did the same.

Sissy dropped down to all fours to close the remaining distance in a hurry. The other pred kids lowered themselves too, smiling eagerly with their twitching tails broadcasting their excitement. When Sissy was only a few feet away, she crouched low and then leapt, letting her momentum carry her straight at them. They met her in midair and became a ball of multicolored fur, tumbling over each other on the floor in a maelstrom of laughter.

They were at it for some time, delighted to release their pent-up energy. Sissy would shove other kids off from atop her, rush after and leapt onto them to pin them to the ground, only to be shoved off herself and then do it all over again.

Out of huddles of wrestling fur jutted wagging tails of all kinds and glints of claws and teeth. Of course the claws were never put to use, with most of the nekos keeping theirs retracted, and the teeth were mainly just visible through smiles, and the occasional, light play-bite which were mostly between werewolf pups.

Leaving the worry of time up to the teacher, Sissy continued to leap back into the fray over and over, up until she spotted Coby walking over from the desks. When she did. she sprang out of the chaos, landing first on all fours, then shaking herself to settle her fur back into place, then rising to her feet to greet him.

“Hey Coby!” she smiled.

“Hey,” the bear cub replied with a matching smile and a little wave.

“Guess what?” The little werewolf’s tail swished excitedly.

“What?”

“My big sis got into the advanced predator class in her school!” she bragged.

“Oh, cool,” he replied happily. But Sissy didn’t think he sounded impressed enough.

“Yup, that means she’s one of the best preds in the whole wide world. And since I’m her little sister, I’m gonna grow up to be a great predator just like her.”

“But the advanced pred class is just for kids her age,” Coby replied in a confused tone. That didn’t make sense to him. How could she be the best pred in the world if she was only being compared to a few of the other kids in her school?

“Yeah, but- wait, how do you know that?” Sissy asked, annoyed that he’d found the hole in her story.

“My big brother Grizz has been in that class for two years now,” he said without a hint of superiority, maybe only a hint of admiration for his sibling.

Sissy was speechless for a moment.

“Hey look! It’s Coby,” called one of the other kids. The bear cub looked past Sissy and smiled excitedly, then glanced back at her.

“Come on, let’s go play!” he said. Then he rushed forward to join the tumbling piles of fur.

…

A few hours and a few classes later, and the teacher had called out “Lunch time!”. Sissy had followed Mrs. Pride and the rest of her class to the cafeteria and joined the line to be given her midday meal. And now she was walking over to a table, where she could see Coby sitting with a number of their other friends, and an empty seat saved just for her right next to him.

She put her tray down and took a seat, smiling at him. He smiled back, then returned to happily chomping away at his lunch. She looked at hers a bit less eagerly.

“*gulp* What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t like school food,” she said in a huff.

“Why not?” asked Coby as he took another big bite.

Sissy had happily wolfed down her school lunches on a number of occasions, without a word of complaint and with considerable eagerness, but some days, like today, she had a different mood.

“I wanna go hunt my own lunch. If they’d let me out to hunt, then I could catch a real lunch, something fresh and wiggly, not like this.”

She pushed her trey away distastefully. Coby frowned thoughtfully as he chewed.

“Yeah, I wish I could hunt for myself,” the cub agreed. “Then my big brother wouldn’t have to worry about getting me money to buy lunch.”

“Your big brother gives you money?” she asked, surprised. Fiona never gave her any, only their mom.

“My family doesn’t have a lot, so Grizz has to help. He hunts for himself almost every day. He catches humans for his lunch, but he takes their money before he eats them so he can give it to me.”

He stopped to take another bite, and once again Sissy was speechless. Coby’s big brother catches humans every day!? Fiona didn’t catch humans every day, only sometimes!

“Sometimes, he even eats two humans, so he can skip dinner too.”

TWO HUMANS AT ONCE!? Sissy tried to keep her cool.

“Well, my big sis is a great predator and a great teacher. She’s been teaching me to hunt for a long time.”

“Like you hunted that bird,” teased another kid.

If werewolves could blush, she might have.

“I’m a great hunter!” she yelled indignantly. “I’ve even caught a human before! All by myself!” she declared.

“Yeah, right,” came another kid.

“It’s true. He was a teenager, and I caught him and swallowed him all on my own!”

“No way! You’re not old enough to eat a human yet. Definitely not a teenager.”

“I am too!”

“Are not!”

“Oh yeah!?” Sissy stood up from the table abruptly. “Just watch me! I’ll prove it!”

Her eyes snapped angrily towards the human tables, where furless boys and girls her own age sat happily chatting and munching away. As far as Sissy was concerned, for one of those kids, their lunch wasn’t going to amount to much more than stuffing for her own tasty meal.

Her sister had taught her quite a bit about hunting, even a few tips on catching humans, but presently the indignant pup was ignoring just about all her advice. She stormed toward the table, blatant and bold. A number of kids- more with every step- noticed her, abandoned their lunches and ran for cover.

But just as Sissy was ignoring her better judgment when it came to hunting, there was a human child who was ignoring his own better judgment when it came to being hunted.

A boy looked around at his classmates, fleeing on all sides. Following their fearful glances, he found Sissy. He smirked. Three other boys and a girl sat near him, looking rightfully nervous, but he relaxed and whispered to his nearest friend.

“Everyone’s scared of her? She’s just a little girl; she’s not a real predator yet. No way she can eat any of us.”

That move alone showed how little the boy understood preds, for Sissy’s lupine ears heard him, and she gave a low growl. Other predators insulting her was one thing, but she would not be insulted by her prey. The girl sitting near the smug boy heard her growl, saw the look in her eye, and then darted away. That gave Sissy some satisfaction, but she was about to get a whole lot more.

The little werewolf walked right up to the boy, he turned around on the bench to face her and held his smirk teasingly. One of the other boys bailed. He opened his mouth, probably to tell her the same thing that he’d whispered to his friend, but she never gave him the chance.

*NOM*!

Sissy opened her mouth as wide as she could, and planted it firmly over the boy’s head.

“MMMMPHHH!” he cried out in muffled panic, but all that did was tickle the pup’s tongue as it ran across his shocked face.

His arms shot up, almost instinctively, to pull his head free. But Sissy grabbed them both, just like Fiona had taught her. It was a bit of a struggle, seeing as she was unpracticed and her prey was just about her own size, but her predators’ strength allowed her to gradually overpower the human and pin his arms to his sides. And once she finally had, she took her first swallow.

*GULP*

It certainly took a bit of effort, but it had felt natural, fulfilling even. Sissy felt her prey’s head squeeze into her throat, her neck bulging out wide to accommodate. It was a rush! It reminded her oh so sweetly of the time she had swallowed Jack. And while this wasn’t nearly as good, it was definitely better than a school lunch.

She felt a joy blooming in her chest, in her belly, but then she felt something else there as well. The boy’s feet came up and pressed against her shirt, not so much a kick, but a push. He held them there and stiffened his back, trying to use her own body as leverage to force himself out.

Sissy felt her grip starting to loosen, but she was not about to give up her meal. Holding his arms against his sides, she lifted the boy clean off his seat. Picking up a human her own size would have normally been a bit hard for the pup, but at that moment, with the way her heart was thumping, her prey felt almost weightless.

She thrashed back and forth and back and forth, until his legs flew off her chest and flung out behind him where they belonged, waving around like doll’s legs as she whipped her head around. Then she bellyflopped him down onto the lunch table, so his feet could no longer reach her. And now he was dazed, and in the absolute perfect position, which were both good things because Sissy’s next move would be the most difficult of all. She stretched her jaws even wider and strained her throat.

*GULP*!

The sound seemed uncharacteristically powerful coming from such a cute little form. But there was no doubt about it. Her neck bulged twice as wide, as the shoulders of her human prey were squeezed down her throat. He jerked forward across the table, pulled closer by nothing but the overwhelming, hungry force of the young pup’s gullet.

He started to panic again, but Sissy held him firmly against the table. If he had been hoping for his other friends to rescue him, he was out of luck, because they had all fled. The werewolf had been left all alone at her new table with her new lunch.

*GULP*!

She swallowed again, and the boy jerked even closer, further inside her hungry body. His head was poking into her stomach now, and she could feel it. Her young vocabulary couldn’t begin to describe it. She thought back to when she had swallowed Jack, then remembered how it had felt to let him go, and the memory spurred her on fiercely. She was not going to do that again! This human was hers! And she was going to eat him. He would go inside her belly and he would stay there. And she would digest him the way she should- like she should have done with Jack.

*GULP*!

His hips were past the tip of her muzzle now, his belly resting on the edge of her tongue where it dropped down to join her throat. Inside that throat his torso was firmly wrapped, his heart thumping frantically. And inside her torso, her stomach was beginning to grow, with a bulge beginning to form in her midriff, deforming her shirt.

*GULP*!

*GULP*!

She felt something shift, some instinctual signal in her predatory instincts. He was so far inside now, far enough that getting him out would have taken immense effort, and sending him further in would require almost no effort at all. And her body screamed at her to finish the task; swallow him up, claim him, envelope him, devour him. She answered the call of her instincts with great joy.

*GULP*! *GULP*! *GULP*!

She watched his feet slip closer and closer to her eyes, and then disappear into her own muzzle. Wide-eyed and wonderstruck, she felt them trace their way down her throat, into her chest and then finally into her stomach.

Mouth agape, breathing heavily through a growing smile, she slowly looked down at her belly. A huge, roughly rounded bulge of fur stuck out, cutting off her view of her own legs. Suddenly, it wriggled, and then wriggled again even more forcefully. She put a foot out to widen her stance, her toes just poking into view around her prize.

“Sissy!!”
“Sissy!!”
“Sissy!!”

An uncounted number of other kids ran over to her, excited, awestruck, incredulous or otherwise. They all called her name, singing her praises or gawking at her gut. She turned around, away from the table, to give them a better look.

*gurgle* it sounded.

A chorus of amazement rose up in reply. Kids huddled closer to get a better look, even a few humans, gazing with a mixture of fear and intrigue at what had become of their former classmate. One cheeky pred even stuck out a furry finger and poked at her taught skin. She felt it deform her stomach within, and then a sudden pressure struck her throat and before she knew it-

*UUUUUUUURRRP*!

*GURGLE*

Another chorus of delight came from the kids, this time accompanied by raucous laughter.

“Sissy! Sissy you did it!”

The werewolf pup turned to see Coby, worming his way through the other kids. He had a huge grin on his face, almost as big as hers.

“I know!! I mean- Of course I did! I told you I’m an amazing predator, just like my big sister. And I can hunt anything, even a human.” She rocked her torso proudly, causing her belly to jiggle back and forth before settling back into place, only to be disturbed once again by even more struggling from her new meal.

Maybe ‘school lunches’ weren’t so bad after all.

…

Sissy couldn’t even begin to focus on her classes for the rest of the day. And anyone who might have expected her to, would have been a fool who didn’t know better. Even her teacher seemed to be giving her a break, faintly reminiscing to herself about her own early days as a young pred.

But Sissy hardly noticed her teacher’s disposition, or the jealous looks of other students, or the ticking of the clock as seconds blurred into minutes. All of Sissy’s attention was completely devoted to her belly. She stared at it almost unblinkingly with an ever-present grin, taking in every detail. And she felt it from the inside, the way it kneaded and worked at their meal, and held it tight and close- as close as could be. And she listened to it, every gurgle and glorp and plop and groan. And all these sensations intertwined; a firm, heavenly contraction visibly disturbing the surface of the plump bulge and releasing a wet, warbling gurgle for her ears.

The struggles had been unnerving yet enthralling. Something shifting inside her own body with enough force to throw her balance had been strange and borderline scary. But she had mastered it quickly, with the aid of a newly discovered natural instinct. And beyond that mildest of fears was an unknown trove of pleasure and delight.

Once she’d sat down, she’d refused to move- or do anything else- until the struggles had stopped. Not from fear of having to walk, but from the utter fixation with which she watched the little bumps dance across her fur. The feeling of her prey wriggling around, rubbing up against her stomach walls, practically melting into them even before such a thing began to happen in the literal sense. She’d heard her mother talk about having her as a pup, and how amazing it had been. And while of course she was still young, Sissy couldn’t imagine it being any better than this, though it was quite the opposite proposition- with her belly taking life rather than giving it.

As the struggles had begun to slow, the little werewolf pup had cherished every last one, counting the lengthening seconds between them until her prey had finally fallen still. She couldn’t help the little twinge of mourning that had come over her when she felt what she knew was her meal’s final movement- not mourning for her prey’s life, but for the loss of that new, indescribable sensation that it had provided.

But now, some while later, that trivial distress was well passed. Presently, she was in awe once again as she marveled at her belly’s sheer ability to claim her prey. It was only slightly noticeable from the outside- the more irregular contours of her bulge becoming just a bit rounder- but inside she could feel it all. Every little press and prod from her gut encountered less and less resistance. Digestion was still in its early stages, but already the once stiff joints which held her prey’s form so rigidly were going soft, allowing her stomach to squeeze and compact her meal tighter and tighter.

The struggles that had once made loud sloshes were gone, replaced by a much quieter symphony of little gurgles and drips and the occasional glorp as some trapped bit of gas escaped, rising through her throat occasionally as a happy belch. When she moved, she could hear the waves of her acids and enzymes washing around her meal, exceptionally clear in the quiet of the classroom, but she preferred to remain still, as somehow the sounds that came without her having to cause them- the ones her belly was intent on making seemingly of its own volition- were far more enticing. It was perhaps the stillest and quietest the pup had ever been.

During free times and recesses, many other kids would come stand around her and gawk, most of whom had been itching to do so even during class. They would cheer or gasp whenever an exceptionally loud sound or large contraction would come, and Sissy found that she could sometimes bring them on intentionally. She felt no urge to go off running and jumping like she’d done that morning, not with such an interesting toy now right at her disposal.

Most of the human kids stayed far clear of her, but a surprising number did just the opposite. It could have been a lot of things: naive innocence, curiosity- morbid or otherwise. They could have been trying to prove their bravery, or just plain dumb, or maybe smart enough to know that the plump, sated werewolf would be far too full to eat another of them so soon. Sissy didn’t care, she’d take adoration from pred and prey alike.

As the classes rolled by, she watched her belly begin to shrink. It was very slow, but it began much more quickly than she had expected. She was young and her metabolism fast. Her body craved the hard-earned nourishment to grow her into an even stronger, more powerful predator capable of taking even larger meals. Though she was a bit sad to see her bulge going, at the same time she was practically cheering her stomach on, delighted at how quickly it could work to reduce tasty humans to nothing but meals and memories; a power she knew she would have to put to use again soon.

…

Eventually, the school day came to an end. Mrs. Pride let the students out into the yard. Sissy walked there slowly, her belly swaying with every step, and sloshing much more loudly now that some of its previously solid contents were beginning to liquify.

It wasn’t much longer than that before she spotted Fiona, walking idly down the way to pick her up. Sissy’s ever-present grin widened. She ran up to her big sister as best she could, forced onto all-fours to keep her balance.

“Fiona, look! I caught a human for lunch today! I ate him all up! He’s all goopy now! Look!” Sissy thrust her prominent bulge upwards for display.

Fiona was silent, staring off into the distance. Sissy frowned for the first time in hours.

“FIONA!!” she whined.

The older werewolf shook herself and looked down.

“Oh wow! Sissy, look at you! Did you eat a human!? That’s great! Good for you! Oh and they’re going goopy already.” She crouched down low. “You must have made quick work of them, didn’t you?” she asked cutesily as if speaking directly to her little sister’s stomach.

Sissy was a bit confused. She was more than happy to hear Fiona’s praise, but why hadn’t she noticed her right away? And why did she seem so… weird? Even now her tail swayed happily back and forth in a sort of disconnected bliss- not that Sissy could have put that to words, but she could definitely notice it.

“Fiona? Are you okay?” the pup asked.

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”

“You’re acting kinda funny.”

“Oh, I just met someone new at school, that’s all.”

“What kinda someone?” Sissy asked, hoping it wouldn’t be another human she wasn’t allowed to eat. Fiona smiled for a long moment before replying.

“His name is…”

Originally Published: 29-Nov-2020