# How Not To Graduate 5: Biology

By: TheDragonBoy

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Chapter 5: Biology

The classroom was full, and Fiona’s stomach was empty. Students murmured to each other, occasionally breaking the silence -- as did the noise of Fiona’s insistently rumbling belly.

Jack, always hyper-aware of the biological signals given off by predators around him, leaned over towards his girlfriend. “You doing okay there, Fi? You sound hungry…” he whispered.

Fiona glanced away, embarrassed. “Yeah, a bit,” she admitted. Well, more than a ‘bit’, honestly, but she didn’t want to make her poor human boyfriend uncomfortable. “Between classes and homework, I haven’t had any time to hunt since our first morning here.”

Jack had noticed the distinct lack of human-shaped bulges the last couple days (and nights). Given his lengthy experience with her belly’s usual rhythm, he wasn’t surprised she was ready for a new ‘big meal’ by now. Actually, considering how much sleeping with him seemed to speed up that tempo, he might have expected her to have already claimed one by now.

“…Did that last guy put off your appetite?” he asked, pushing past a bit of awkwardness.

Jack certainly hadn’t been thrilled about some dude doing… that, in Fiona’s belly: he could barely imagine how she might feel. Another rumble drew his eyes to his girlfriend’s exposed abdomen: the werewolf had been left with only a thin layer of fat to memorialize her first willing meal. He knew from experience that even that final reminder would soon fade, as her quick metabolism burned it off. Hunting took a lot of energy: each human fueled their pred to catch the next.

The werewolf frowned, trying to put her mixed feelings into words. She was still hungry, but… “Not… really?” she said, then quickly added, “I mean, I sure didn’t like it.”

“Yeah, that was pretty clear,” Jack teased. He could still remember the look of outrage on his girlfriend’s muzzle, and the sudden crunch of her stomach as it had delivered her punishment.

(Sitting nearby, Jamie carefully took note of this exchange and added it to his notebook detailing nearby predators’ preferences. After all, what was the point of having vivid, horny mid-class daydreams if they weren’t as accurate as possible? And, like pretty much every other human in Nomshire, these days Fiona was featuring rather prominently. He wanted to know everything the werewolf liked, no matter how strange or particular, just in case she was feeling peckish…)

“But at the same time, Mrs. Rava is right,” Fiona admitted. “It all does digest either way…”

Jack grimaced a bit, as he tried to forget his newfound understanding that each and every one of Fiona’s male meals did inherently include some ‘additional ingredients’. But predators were probably far more used to the… biological reality of what ended up in their bellies?

“Connie and Rowan said yesterday that it’s a big… compliment here,” Fiona said hesitantly. “I’ll go hunt again soon, I am hungry, it’s just… Well, when I asked Vicky for local hunting tips, she told me to just walk up to the first tasty human I saw and just ask to eat them.” The werewolf’s ears folded back in mortification, imagining the scene. “It just feels… wrong!”

Fiona leaned closer and lowered her voice for that last part, and Jack’s inimitable marked scent wafted to her nose. The werewolf instantly began to drool, despite herself: her stomach rumbled again, even more insistently than last time. She internally sighed. Jack was starting to smell a bit too good again. Fiona really did have to fill her stomach soon, before her instincts filled it for her.

Jack only half-noticed, remembering when he’d been asked that same ‘hey, can I eat you? :D’ question, from the other side. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he agreed. “Though… it does seem like a lot of the humans here would say yes? I’ve had lots of people start hanging out with me, asking if I was going to meet up with you, and whether or not you’d be hungry.”

“Sounds pretty normal to me,” Fiona replied, a little confused. “Back home, I think a lot of your friends tried to steer clear of me and my belly. That’s just normal common sense.”

“No, I mean… These new friends? They hoped you were hungry,” Jack corrected, just as confused. “They kept talking about that video of your last hunt, how they were jealous.”

The werewolf blinked. “Jealous?” she said slowly. “They really want to be my next lunch?”

“I think I might be the only human in this whole town who doesn’t want you to eat me…” Jack admitted, still rather incredulous himself.

Jamie leaned in, nodding enthusiastically. He couldn’t help but interject. “Well, can you blame them?” he told Jack dreamily, blushing a little at the thought. “Any human would be lucky to have someone like Fiona sweep them off their feet and down into her belly!”

The werewolf cocked her head, trying to parse that completely absurd sentence. Both humans had to be mistaken, right? But… but she hadn’t even seen a single struggling meal in her first week here. And Vicky had invited Fiona to teach her pack to hunt this weekend. Did they… not know how?

The werewolf’s half-formed thoughts trailed off as a familiar foxy figure swept into the classroom, tail swish-swaying behind her. “Hey, is that Mira?” Fiona remarked. Both man and wolf blinked, as the familiar fox set down her bag and started writing on the blackboard.

“That’s her alright,” Jack concurred, equally surprised.

Fiona leaned closer toward her boyfriend to continue their quiet exchange. “I knew she was a professor here, but I didn’t think we’d actually end up in her class.”

“Feels kind of funny. I’ve never lived with one of my teachers before,” he replied. “Do you think she’ll be mad, if we’re playing video games instead of working on her homework?”

“Right?” Fiona agreed in a whisper. “On the bright side, though, it won’t be hard to ask her questions if we miss something in her class.”

“Good point. Um, what was it she taught again? I don’t remember which class this is.”

“I think it’s--” Fiona began, before getting cut off.

“Welcome!” Mira said brightly. Clearly, the fox had experience as a teacher, easily grabbing the whole class’s attention, Jack and Fiona included. “It’s nice to see so many new faces in class this semester, and we have a few new guests from our sister school! Say hello, you two!” Surprised by the spotlight, both newcomers waved at the class awkwardly, and earned a chorus of greetings -- some of which sounded distinctly dreamy, as human students got a glimpse of Fiona. “For our first day, I wanted to ensure we’re all on the same page, and all grasped the basics of the subject we’ll be studying in depth this semester -- so I wanted to start with a quick intro demonstration! Now, if I could get a predatory volunteer, please?”

A number of paws went up. Jack noticed Fiona almost raise her paw as well.

“You want to?” he encouraged. “They did ask for a predator -- and I don’t think I’ve ever met a better predator than you. And besides, it’ll help everyone get to know you!”

Fiona smiled at her boyfriend’s unexpected support. And apparently she really was the only one around here who actually hunted for her food, too! Confidence boosted, she raised her hand too, and as it happened, her movement seemed to grab their professor’s eye.

“Ah, Fiona, wonderful! You look like you’ll be perfect for the demonstration!” Mira called, waving for the wolf to come down and join her. “Volunteering on your first day, too? Lovely!”

Fiona’s tail swished as she stood, unexpectedly flattered by the vixen’s compliment. She would admit she was a pretty good predator, but to think she even looked like a perfect huntress?

I’m glad she volunteered, Mira thought as her houseguest approached. It’s almost lunch, so not many students came with an empty belly. Plus, what better way to make sure she has the basics down than showing her firsthand! “Oh, and I’ll also need one human for the demonstration.”

Mira had hardly finished speaking, when many, many eager hands shot into the air. Fiona, not quite expecting a co-star in a biology lesson, seemed confused for a moment, but then quickly looked up toward Jack. He had, of course, been watching his girlfriend the whole time, and his hand went up as soon as he met her hopeful gaze. After all, he’d nudged her into the spotlight -- if she was going to share it with a human, who else would be more fitting than him?

“Oh!” Mira exclaimed. “Well, alright then! Jack, come over and stand here next to Fiona.”

Doing his best to suppress the deeply ingrained discomfort at having so many eyes on him -- many of which were paired with hungry, man-melting stomachs -- he rose from his seat and went to his girlfriend’s side. He knew the teacher personally already, he reminded himself, and he was going to stand next to Fiona. By her side was usually where he felt safest: what’s the worst that could happen here next to her? The two smiled at each other as he arrived and took his spot.

Mira beamed at Jack, then leaned in closer for a private word. "I must say, I was surprised to see your hand go up, Jack. But if you've already decided you're ready to be a lovely meal for your girlfriend in your first week here, who am I to stand in your way?"

Jack froze, his smile disappearing. “I-I’ve decided what?” he hissed, distress suddenly raising his voice above the vixen’s previous whisper. Little jealous murmurs spread through the onlooking pelli students. “She’s so lucky! That new boy smells delicious~”

Standing beside her boyfriend, close enough to hear the whispered conversation, Fiona looked as if she’d meant to swallow a tasty human, but had instead accidentally swallowed a lemon.

“You’ve decided to be Fiona’s lunch, of course!” Mira happily said. “And let me just say, it’s so cute and romantic, seeing you two lovebirds finally decide to take the plunge…”

(Oh god, Jack realized. She sees us as her personal soap opera. And it wasn’t even his biggest concern now, since somehow his host had gotten it into her head that he was… Fiona’s food??)

“There- there must be some kind of mistake!” Fiona protested. “I’m not gonna eat Jack…”

“You’re gonna have Fiona eat someone, in front of the class??” Jack incredulously asked Mira at the same second.

Mira blinked, taken aback by their twin reactions, and her apparent misreading of the situation. “Well naturally! This is a predatory biology class, what did you expect a demo to entail?"

Jack and Fiona shared a glance and both, for the first time, decided to glance at the blackboard behind them to see what their professor had written there as she’d walked in, four words they’d completely ignored amidst their whispered conversation: Introduction to Digestive Biology.

And it finally hit home precisely what Fiona, and more importantly Jack, had just volunteered for.

Thankfully, the kindly vixen could see the brewing dread on her student’s faces. Not to mention that a nervous predator wouldn’t make a very positive teaching example for her class.

“Still, I can see there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m not going to force you to get eaten against your will, Jack -- are there any other volunteers who want Fiona to eat them?”

Every single human hand in the class instantly went up once again -- including Jamie’s, before Vicky pushed it down with rolled eyes and a slightly-jealous, passive-aggressive flick of her tail.

Fiona quickly cycled through relief and then right back into shock, but this time of a different sort. She stood at the front of the classroom, watching every single human she could spot eager to volunteer -- really volunteer, not like the ‘volunteer prey’ she had back home -- and her eyes went wide. They… they really DO all want to get eaten here! the werewolf finally realized. And though she couldn’t even begin to fathom why, she could no longer deny that her first meal had not been an aberration -- Vicky was right, her meals here really weren’t going to run away.

Meanwhile, Mira turned back to the class. “I know, I know, all of you want to get eaten by Fiona, but don’t worry -- there will be other class sections!” The vixen thought for a second, looking across the sea of eager human faces, then smiled. “Ah, Sofia! Since you were our best student last year, why don’t you be Fiona’s meal for today? You’ve earned it…” Mira leaned closer. “Jack, you can return to your seat. Sorry to put you on the spot, dear.”

Jack shared a momentary glance of relief with his girlfriend, before he moved away. As much as he adored being near her, if “near her” also meant “on a silver platter and positioned as her next meal”, he’d be much more comfortable just about anywhere else. Oddly, it wasn't even the usual mortal terror of being eaten -- not when it came to Fiona -- it was more the thought of his best friend choosing to eat him. He didn’t like the notion that Fiona, whom he trusted so deeply, could go through with something like that.

As he walked back to his seat, half relieved and half contemplative, he spotted a young woman in a red dress, blushing and eagerly jumping to her feet. ‘Sofia’ waved a quick goodbye to her friends, then hurried past him. Arriving quickly at her soon-to-be-predator’s side, she just stood there vibrating with eagerness. “I-It’s so nice to meet you in person, Fiona!” the girl said breathlessly. “I-I’m a big fan, I hope I’m a great meal too!” With her eyes fixed on the werewolf in front of her, Sofia had barely even noticed Jack.

But Jack certainly had noticed her. In fact, something about her had grabbed his attention so sharply that he’d paused, lost in memories for a moment. Something about the warmth of her face, the excitement filling her eyes, and most of all the vibrant red dress she was wearing…

Jack felt a sudden sharp pang in his chest.

Ruby…

“Oh! Hi?” Fiona replied awkwardly, having a very hard time pairing her ‘friendly neighborhood werewolf’ tone with her ‘I’m about to devour you’ mentality. “I-it’s, um, nice to meet you too?”

The wolf glanced away, feeling self-conscious -- something very uncommon for a huntress staring at her prey. But it was so hard to settle into her well-honed predatory instincts when there was no pounce, no rush of adrenaline, no struggles or squirms -- just a classroom full of happy faces, and her soon-to-be-lunch eagerly smiling up at her, waiting for her to make the first move.

In her uncertainty, Fiona glanced over towards Jack. Things always felt okay when he smiled, no matter the circumstances. But to her shock, her boyfriend was instead sitting absolutely petrified in his chair, staring at her replacement lunch as if he’d glimpsed a long-digested ghost.

“So before we begin the demonstration, would you like to tell us about your nutritional profile, Sofia?” Mira offered, not noticing the sudden sharp tension between Jack and Fiona.

The young woman nodded eagerly, launching into a monologue about BMI and vitamin contents and fat ratios. Sofia seemed quite proud of her body and the nutrition she would offer to Fiona…

…but Fiona barely heard a single word. She stared into her boyfriend’s shocked, sorrowful eyes, trying to understand what was wrong, until finally the realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

The kind a terrified prey might attempt, in their last panicked moments.

The kind a certain girl had attempted. Over and over, to no avail, as the werewolf’s merciless stomach clenched tighter and tighter around its desperate, doomed, delicious meal. Melting alive in her lovely red dress.

It hadn’t hurt at the time -- those last, weakening struggles had only added to Fiona’s bliss.

Except Ruby had managed to hurt her, if only after she’d melted away. If only by the devastated look on Jack’s face, and the way he’d said her name.

Fiona’s ears drooped and her tail sagged, as the memories flooded back. How could she have not realized!? She felt a flare of self-loathing. Even if she had only actually seen that girl for a few seconds, she had no excuse: Fiona should have been with Jack, as he introduced her to his…

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…my first crush, Jack thought with a pang of guilt.

Images surfaced from the depths of his memory, but a slight movement in the real world pulled him back. Shifting his focus, he blinked at the sight of Fiona, ears flattening, tail drooping to the floor, staring right at him. Their gazes met, and sorrow and regret flowed between them.

Fiona’s expression hardened with determination, and Jack could read her muzzle like a book. She wasn’t going to put him through that again. She wasn’t going to make him sit there and watch. She’d back out, or ask for another human: who cared how awkward it would be to disrupt the class again, or how much this Sofia wanted to end up in her belly, or how very, very tasty she seemed to smell (judging by Fiona’s guilty drooling).

Suddenly all Jack’s guilt and regret seemed to fade into the past -- Fi cared, so much that she was offering to put his comfort and happiness above her own hunger. And somehow that warm glowing feeling in his chest reminded Jack that… he wasn’t in Survivors Anonymous anymore. He closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, steadying himself in the here and now.

This was silly, Jack told himself. This woman wasn’t Ruby! She was just a random schoolmate in a red dress! Returning to the present, he returned his gaze to his guilty, worried girlfriend.

He cracked just a tiny smile, and shook his head ‘no’. It’s alright, he tried to convey. Go ahead…

Fi’s expression instantly changed, head tilting ever so slightly to one side -- not quite enough for anyone else in the room to notice -- with a hesitant question visible in her eyes.

Jack nodded slightly a few times. Yes, really, he would be okay. She didn’t need to worry about him right now. After all, Fiona was hungry and she had a nice (if potentially insane) meal in front of her. What kind of boyfriend would he be, if he didn’t let his predator GF eat anyone?

The werewolf smiled back at him, relieved to see that he seemed to be feeling okay again. Well, if Jack was sure it wouldn’t bother him, she didn’t see any reason not to claim an easy lunch.

And now, having digested her emotions, Fiona’s stomach had finally made room for Sofia.

*rumble*

Mira finished up her ‘interview’ with today’s menu item of choice, and turned to Fiona. “Well, looks like someone is nice and hungry!” the vixen praised. “It’s nice to see one of my students so actively engaged in the lesson…”

Sofia blushed at the implied complement: her predator already thought she smelled good?~

Glancing between them both, their professor idly asked, “Ready, dearies?”

The two nodded at each other -- Fiona hesitant at first, then more confidently, while Sofia just looked eager and almost impatient. Seriously, she’d been standing in front of the class with her pred-crush for almost five minutes and she still hadn’t been eaten??

“Excellent! Sofia, go ahead and toss your clothes in the recycling bin over there, and then we can get started,” Mira instructed happily.

Fiona blinked. For the second time in as many minutes, she was startled -- this time enough so that it took the sight of her imminent lunch undoing the straps on her dress before the werewolf finally managed to blurt out a “Wait, what?”

Now it was Mira and Sofia’s turn to blink.

Mira paused. “Is something wrong, dear?” she asked. Mentally, she had to admit that these exchange students were certainly putting her teaching skills to the test. Good thing that raising Vicky had taught her plenty of patience for when kits have odd complaints at mealtimes.

“S-she’s just going to take off her clothes?” Fiona asked. “Right here? In class?” The idea was so abruptly lewd: the poor werewolf must be having hunger-induced hallucinations, right?

But while Mira’s face just twisted a bit tighter into confusion, Sofia’s lit up with understanding. “Aww, I get it -- you’re shy…” Fiona’s lunch told her, sounding rather unexpectedly charmed.

Shy!? Fiona thought, blushing. Since when is not stripping in front of strangers shy!?

She opened her mouth to protest, to defend her predatory dignity. “It’s kinda cute, though…!” Sofia admitted a second later, interrupting Fiona’s thoughts. She smiled adoringly at the wolf she was about to slip inside of -- from that one video, she hadn’t expected her pred to be so sweet!

“I suppose Sofia’s dress is certified digestion safe…” Mira accepted, still looking confused.

“For sure, I’ve digested plenty of clothes just like that…” Fiona nearly bit her tongue when she realized how that sentence might come off to Jack, but a quick glance revealed him holding back his laughter at his girlfriend’s clear embarrassment. Well, he seemed to be doing just fine…

“Well, I want to do whatever will be most comfortable for you,” Sofia offered with a warm smile, barely holding back her excitement. And whatever got her down Fiona’s throat faster.

“Comfortable for me?” the werewolf incredulously repeated. “I’m not the one who’s about to be squished down into a tight, hot stomach.” She winced even as the words left her mouth, suddenly concerned that she’d terrified her meal with casual cruelty… but instead Sofia seemed ready to eagerly jump down her throat, staring starstruck at the digestive organ in question.

“I’m sure your stomach will be wonderful~” Sofia replied, with a quickly deepening blush.

Fiona finally gave up -- she’d never understand these willing Nomshire humans… but they still slipped down the hatch with no difficulty. Clearly her body understood what to do with them…

“Now, why don’t you climb up on my desk, Sofia, then we can get started!” Mira brightly suggested. “Fiona, you should kneel down and eat her feet-first -- that’ll give her a better view. We wouldn’t want poor Sofia missing our in-class demo, now would we?”

A better view? Jack thought incredulously. Why did it matter if Sofia missed this whole ‘in-class demo’? She wasn’t going to be alive for the final exam. And why would any human want to see themself disappear on a one-way trip down a pred’s throat?? In Jack’s experience, a human’s life usually ended with a sudden leap and a single gulp. At least it was over quickly -- well, apart from digestion. Surely seeing the outside world slip away, inch by inch, must be worse… right? The mounting terror and dread, upon seeing yourself buried behind fur and flesh, watching the world disappear right before your eyes… but this ‘Sofia’ didn’t seem scared at all. It was bizarre.

Meanwhile across the room, Fiona’s instincts howled to simply reach out and grab Sofia -- in her experience, as soon as a human escaped arm’s reach, her hopes for a full belly disappeared too -- but instead of fleeing, like any normal and sane meal should have, her classmate clambered up on top of Mira’s desk and eagerly dangled her feet over the edge, biting her lip all the while.

Fiona got down on her knees, her tail swaying uncertainly behind her, and hesitantly opened her mouth. She flicked a glance over towards Mira -- was she doing this whole ‘willing prey’ thing right? -- and got an approving nod in response. Meanwhile, Sofia didn’t share Fiona’s hesitation: the human woman slid her feet into Fiona’s mouth as easily as slipping into a jacuzzi, pointing her toes so they could more easily slip down into the wet, warm abyss of Fiona’s throat.

Surely Sofia would panic and pull away now, Fiona decided, preparing to swallow just in case the human got cold feet rather than warm soggy ones… but instead, her strange classmate just looked… eager and a little impatient to slip deeper? This was all new to Fiona, she’d never seen such willing meals before, so if she didn’t need to run or hunt… why not slow down and explore this new experience? The werewolf slathered the human’s feet in wolf-drool, gradually exploring Sofia’s flavor with her tongue, even as she wondered at the lack of struggles and protests.

Across the room, Jack blinked. He'd seen Fiona eat countless humans, but he'd never seen her eat so slowly before. Nobody else seemed to think this was out of the ordinary, but Jack noticed her awkward hesitance, and understood it -- at least as well as any human could. What must it be like for Fiona, he wondered, claiming a human who was just… sitting there, letting it happen?

Sofia giggled at the very thorough saliva bath, earning a confused half-smile on Fiona’s muzzle, before Mira cleared her throat with an amused undertone. “Not that I want to cut this short, since you two seem to be enjoying yourselves, but we are on a class schedule here…”

Right, guess it’s time for lunch, Fiona thought, looking past her meal’s legs to meet the woman’s eager eyes. Sofia offered her an eager little nod. Weirdness aside, seems like she’ll be nice and filling… the werewolf decided, imagining the sensation of her ‘catch’ stretching her hungry belly.

*gurgle*

*gulp*

With a single, simple flex of her gullet, most of the new strangeness seemed to slip away… even as Sofia’s ankles slipped down into her throat. Despite the unfamiliar circumstances, Fiona knew the sensation of a human sliding downward towards her belly like the back of her paw: every clench and squelch and gurgle was comforting and familiar. To Sofia, though, every instant was new and unfamiliar and exciting, as she enjoyed her downward slide for the first (and last) time.

*gulp*

Fiona stared up into her pending lunch’s terror-less eyes and wondered at her meal’s wonder, as she felt Sofia’s legs slip deeper. It was a bit off-putting to see such an overwhelmingly excited reaction from her prey to being eaten alive, but at the same time, she couldn’t help but start feeling some kind of… kinship; a little sense of the mutual pleasure she was bringing. After all, Fiona hadn’t tasted such delicious feminine human flavor since… She blushed, a slight twinge of guilt breaking through the predatory bliss. Since her last marked female meal. Since Ruby.

As Fiona reached Sofia’s knees, the human’s feet slipped past the entrance to her stomach. The werewolf could feel her meal curiously flexing her toes inside her: it was an odd contrast to the struggling she expected at this point. But as she began to process that new predatory sensation, Mira’s words suddenly reached her ears again, reminding her that she was still in a class, in a room surrounded by other people -- people not in the process of entering her stomach.

“From the moment a predator first sets eyes on their meal, their digestive system begins to prepare itself…” their vixen professor cheerfully narrated. “As Fiona gets her first taste of Sofia, she may notice increased saliva production, dilated pupils, as well as an increase in hunger awareness and prey drive. Meanwhile, her stomach is hard at work, preparing enough enzymes to begin digesting a human of Sofia’s size even before she swallows…”

Dilated pupils, rumbling stomach, increased saliva, desire to hunt… Jack thought slowly. That was familiar. Yeah, that’s pretty much what happens whenever she’s around ME in the morning. He didn’t need a class to teach him how a predator’s biology reacted to the presence of potential food…

Vicky leaned over to Jack with a salacious wink. “See Jack? Even my mum agrees: you’re lucky to have a girlfriend who swallows…” the younger vixen ‘whispered’, loudly enough for the whole class to hear. Jack glanced at Vicky a bit uncomfortably, but lucky for him he was rather too preoccupied to really register his friend’s meaning.

(By contrast, Mira had no trouble ignoring her daughter altogether, thanks to years of practice.)

“Even as the human is only a few inches into the throat, the predator’s saliva is already busy preparing them for their journey…” their vixen professor explained. “Saliva is the first line of digestion: it sinks into the prey’s skin and helps increase acid permeability upon their arrival in the stomach. This helps to speed up how quickly our bodies can digest a whole human’s worth of meat! The prey may experience a pleasant tingle at this point.”

Sofia nodded eagerly. “I feel that, it’s wonderful!” she gushed. And speaking of eagerness…

*gulp!!*

The familiar sound of predatory pleasure resonated through the room, bringing Jack’s attention back to his girlfriend, as her furry throat bulged and her meal slipped deeper. Her unconcerned, still-smiling, happy, eager meal. Under normal circumstances, Jack’s eyes were usually drawn to the jaws, gullet, and gut of the predators around him -- with a twinge of mingled empathy for the unlucky human-turned-lunch, and guilty relief that it hadn’t been him.

But today, the totality of Jack’s attention was captured by that woman’s face. How could she possibly stare down into those parting, creeping jaws with so much excitement, knowing what awaited her? He just couldn’t fathom her reaction, given how much fear he felt every time he was confronted with the same sight… except for Fiona’s, ironically.

Surely, surely, this woman in red had to be some sort of rare aberration, right? But Jack could hear the jealous mutterings of his fellow human classmates, talking about how lucky this Sofia was, and how they’d jump at the chance to take her place and make the trip down his girlfriend’s gullet. And he’d shared a house with Jamie, watching his fellow human dreamily stare at every passing belly full of human meals. And slowly, inexorably, Jack was forced to face the truth.

…it made no sense, but it was undeniable -- humans here in Nomshire were just Like That™.

“A predator’s throat can easily stretch and expand, in order to comfortably contain a full human-sized meal.” Mira told them. “As all of our predatory students know, the pleasure response from squeezing those muscles in tighter as a predator swallows, helps override the incentive to continue tasting a particularly delectable prey endlessly, and encourage their continued descent into the eagerly waiting stomach. Our cave-pelli ancestors didn’t have to worry about humans running away, after initial domestication had taken hold, but they did need to worry about theft of willing meals by other opportunistic predators…”

Fiona had never really noticed that aspect in detail. Consuming a meal had always been sort of a natural and instinctive process for her; beyond a few well-learned early lessons on safety and comfort. But now that Mira mentioned it, she could feel that sensation in her throat, that unique tension: not only the sensation of her muscles keeping her food in place, but the anticipation just at the edge of a moment of sizable satisfaction and pleasure. More than just the urge to swallow, but the promise of the full-bellied reward to follow. The desire to pull her meal deeper, now.

*GULP*

“O-oh!~” Sofia let out a startled squeak as she was pulled off the table. “I-I’m flattered by your interest, Miss Fiona, I’m happy I taste so good. I-I just didn’t expect to go down so fast!~”

Indeed, to the whole class of student observers, Sofia disappeared lightning-quick as Fiona eagerly bolted her meal down: from her knees to her upper thighs in a single enthusiastic gulp. But without a desk supporting Sofia’s plump derrière, gravity took hold, and Fiona was forced to admit that perhaps she’d been a little over-enthusiastic: the classroom heard a muffled “Yeep!” of shock, as Sofia’s dress flared and left the werewolf’s snout stuck under the human’s dress.

The fact that no one could see her embarrassed face was a small consolation, as Fiona mentally scolded herself for such a clumsy blunder. She’d been in her school’s advanced predator class for goodness sake, and this prey had literally been sitting there waiting to be swallowed. She should have taken this woman smooth and effortless, completely in control and with absolutely no surprises -- wait, where was Sofia’s underwear!? And what was that smell!?

Legs firmly buried in hot warmth, and werewolf snout planted firmly up her dress, Sofia suddenly turned bright red in front of her class, as instinctive, inquisitive sniffs from her predator puffed several gusts of warm air between her legs. Each one left behind a slightly cool, spine-tinglingly vivid sensation against her damp, sensitive skin. Damp and dripping down her thighs, despite the fact that Fiona had yet to reach that far.

Oh… wow, the werewolf processed. Living with a canine nose, and being a woman herself, she’d learned certain scents plenty well, but with her meal’s dress tenting over her, collecting and concentrating the aroma, it was very clear to Fiona that her second meal in Nomshire was every bit as ‘eager’ as her first.

Unlike all the various, vigorous struggles from her countless past prey, this olfactory discovery of her meal’s aroused excitement actually made Fiona hesitate for a moment -- if only from shock. But she adapted to her lunch quickly, as was her nature, and regained a hold of herself. After all, she wasn’t about to just stay put in this human’s dress, and she certainly wasn’t going to let this exceptional human delicacy slip away. She’d just… have to hurry past this particular (body) part.

“Oh dear! Are you alright under there, Fion-”

*GULP*

Taking another sizable swallow of her meal, Fiona felt the large, smooth, shapely form of Sofia’s rear slide over her tongue, hips bulging out her cheeks. She was intent on swiftly packing that mouthful away along with the rest of her lunch, paying it no special mind… but it seemed said lunch had other plans. The moment her prey’s slick and sensitive skin made contact with her saliva-soaked tastebuds, Sofia firmly pressed her weight downward, arching her back and letting out a soft moan as she straddled and rode her predator’s tongue, on her journey ever deeper.

(The mortified werewolf blushed. She’d planned to simply eat this girl -- not eat her out!)

The swallow ended a moment later, with the human’s hips packed solidly into the wolf’s throat, but the detailed sensation and sheer abundance of distinct flavor wedged itself firmly into Fiona’s mind. She’d never tasted- or experienced- anything quite like that… and honestly, it hadn’t tasted… bad? The werewolf found herself unconsciously pressing her tongue up against her lunch’s lower back in the aftermath, trying to press the lingering taste deeper.

As Fiona made her way past her meal’s waist, the werewolf’s muzzle gradually re-emerged from under Sofia’s dress, looking nearly as flushed and red as her meal’s own cheeks. The dress folded upwards, slowly joining its owner inside Fiona’s maw, and the hungry wolf realized with a happy tail-wag that her meal’s… unique flavors had soaked into the fabric itself, giving her a last little delightful coda to that intriguing new taste.

Mira looked relieved, and cleared her throat. “Ah! Nice job, Fiona, you worked it out without help. I have the same issue with dresses all the time.” The vixen chuckled. “So, continuing our lecture -- experienced predators know that a meal’s mid-swallowing arousal response is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a healthy, natural, and fun part of the vore process!”

Arousal!? Jack was so flabbergasted by the mere notion that he almost questioned it out loud. As a human who had been swallowed many more times than any human could have reasonably expected, he could not even faintly remember a feeling like that. Terror, sure. Existential dread, definitely. But arousal!? He glanced around the room at the completely unsurprised expressions on his classmates’ faces, and happened to notice several other humans looking hot under their collars. He felt like he was sitting in some kind of strange, alternate reality, but it was all too real.

“Day-um, Jack, are you willing to loan me Fiona for an evening?” Vicky asked hopefully. “If that girl’s expression is any clue, our dear Wolfy clearly knows how to treat a lady right~”

Treat a lady right? Jack thought, puzzled, then suddenly blushed. Oh. Oh! So when Ru--Sofia went down Fi’s throat, she’d… Jack’s thoughts stumbled. Had Fi really… even by accident…?

“I-I don’t think she… meant to… you know.” Jack weakly protested. Judging by the similarly flustered look on his girlfriend’s stuffed muzzle, Fi was feeling just as awkward as he was about this whole situation. “Predators don’t really… do that, where we come from…”

Vicky’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait, she got Sofia that worked up… without meaning to?” Her grin widened. “Oh, that’s even better. I’ve gotta get a taste of all that natural talent…” The vixen offered Jack a playful wink. “Or maybe let Miss ‘Natural Talent’ get a taste of me~”

“I-I… um…” Jack squeaked.

The vixen paused, noticing Jack’s hesitance. “Don’t worry, Tasty, I’m just messing with you,” Vicky assured him. “She’s your girlfriend. I don’t ever want to come between you two.”

“Oh, um… Thank you… for clearing that up?” Jack managed weakly.

Vicky leaned closer, whispering in his ear with an appropriately vulpine grin. “Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’d love to cum between you two sometime. You’re both totally cute!” Her teasing tone turned serious. “But I promise, I’d never fuck or eat anyone without permission…”

Jack opened his mouth, trying to reply, but only quiet, half-syllables emerged as he floundered for words. Luckily, though, Vicky’s mother was around to save him from her daughter’s teasing.

Thanks to Vicky’s distracting presence, by the time Jack looked back to the front of the class, Sofia was nearly gone -- there was a noticeable (and familiar) roundness to Fiona’s stomach, as nothing but Sofia’s head remained outside of the werewolf’s jaws. Mira gestured for Fiona to slow down a little, and the fellow canine (reluctantly) obeyed, stomach gurgling with impatience.

“The next stage of Sofia’s digestive journey is her predator’s throat!” Mira said. “Now, the throat is a special, intimate, one-time experience for any human. I’ll let Sofia describe this next part in her own words -- so what can you tell us about Fiona’s throat, dear?"

A *one-time* experience? Jack thought doubtfully. I *wish* I’d only gone through that once!

…Or, um, on second thought, maybe I *don’t*…

Sofia was short of breath, now -- from excitement and arousal and the tightness of Fiona’s jaws around her chest. “Well, it’s slick and tight and warm, of course, but… I never realized how intimate it would be, to know I’m becoming food for such a beautiful predator. I can feel her throat all around me, I can feel the strength in her muscles: the way she holds me, the confidence as she swallows. It’s so tight inside her throat that it's pulling my dress off, even before I can do it myself. She must have worked so hard, to get a gullet this strong!"

Fiona preened a little. Huh, it was unexpectedly flattering, for prey to notice all her hard work! Her already-wagging tail swished a bit more proudly.

“If I had to pick a single word? I-it’s amazing.” Sofia’s blush deepened. “She’s amazing.”

Mira beamed down at her. “Aw, that’s so sweet, dear! Anything you want to add, Fiona?”

Fiona felt a little touch of warmth in her heart at Sofia's words, a few inches leftward of the literal warmth as the woman's body entered her own. She was quite used to appreciating her prey in terms of taste, but that appreciation had always been… one sided. The idea of prey appreciating her? That was all very strange and new for her. New, but also… nice. With her mouth full, Fiona couldn’t manage much beyond ‘muffled happy wolf noises’, but hopefully Sofia got the message.

Mira proceeded from there to dive into a bit more detail on this current stage of the ingestion process, but the novel-- not to mention delectable-- meal so deep in her gullet kept Fiona’s attention much more firmly. Aside from a couple days ago, when she hadn’t known any better, she’d never eaten a human who wasn’t struggling for their life (aside from one very particular, very unfortunate case).

With said meal so close to (and in fact already beginning to bulge out) her stomach, she certainly felt that powerful, aforementioned urge to swallow and pack her lunch away inside. But she was a predator quite used to holding back her instincts, and in this case she was using that hard-earned skill to savor just a few extra seconds of this girl’s neck resting calmly and comfortably against her tongue. That is, until Fiona’s eyes passed over Sofia’s.

Because of the position in which Fiona had claimed her, the two of them were quite literally face to face, with the human’s head peeking up just over the tip of the werewolf’s muzzle. And at such a close distance, it was as clear as it was shocking just how much of Fiona’s own eager desire was reflected in those soon-to-be-ingested eyes. In another moment, they would never be seeing anything ever again, but in this moment the firm impression they gave off was that they had already seen enough. Sofia was ready, she was eager, she was desperate. She needed Fiona to take that final gulp just as much as the hungry wolf herself. And her sweet, appreciative eyes now simply stared into those of her predator and meekly asked if she could finally slip down forever into the waiting belly she could already feel around her legs.

The corners of Fiona’s mouth turned up, just ahead of the bulge of her meal’s shoulders. She was certainly all for the idea of finishing her lunch, and if said lunch was in agreement, well, who was she to restrain her deepest biological instincts in a biology class?

Hope you enjoy being in my belly, Fiona thought smugly, because it will certainly enjoy YOU.

*GULP*

The sound inadvertently cut off Mira mid-sentence, drawing all attention to the werewolf as her jaws closed over Sofia’s head, finally obscuring her from view, and simultaneously pressing her finally, fully down into the patiently waiting gullet beyond with a loud, powerful squelch.

Fiona’s eyes drifted shut for a second, as her meal slowly, languidly slipped inch-by-inch down her throat. The werewolf curiously sampled the sensation of a submissive, willing human, quietly slipping down her throat to rest in her swelling belly -- she had to admit, the lack of struggles did leave something to be desired in the experience, but this was also sort of nice… in its own way?

“And just like that, Sofia has transitioned from student to snack!” the vixen professor said happily. “At this point, she’ll feel a gradual yet firm pressure, as Fiona’s throat pushes her deeper. Does anyone remember what we call those rhythmic muscle contractions?” Mira asked. “It was in last night’s readings: I’ll give extra credit if you use the scientific term!”

“Per-ish-talsh-ish…” came Sofia’s muffled voice, speaking from experience through an inch of fur and flesh, and Fiona’s fur fluffed up in shock at the unexpected vibration from her own throat.

Mira beamed. “Very good, Fiona! I don’t expect you to answer my questions though, dear: just focus on enjoying your meal, and we can have someone give you notes later…”

As if on cue, there was a loud squelch from the werewolf’s belly as her… unusually eager meal slipped fully inside, followed by a muffled splash. Fiona felt a shiver of excitement run through her food, a far less frightened response compared to her normal diet. She rested a paw on the oddly-still curve of her belly, still not accustomed to the strange sensation of a fully-solid, freshly-swallowed human just relaxing in her stomach, without the slightest sign of protest?? Back home, the werewolf’s meals were always either actively struggling, or morbidly still: both options were delightful, admittedly, but this new and completely confusing reaction was… intriguing.

“I always knew Sofia would be a lovely treat for some lucky pred!” Mira said, sounding… oddly proud? “I know how hard she worked to be a good meal. It’s so wonderful to see her finally take the plunge in class, in front of all her friends -- so how was she, Fiona?”

The plump and satisfied predator pushed herself back to her feet, using Mira’s desk for help. Her tail began to wag the instant it left the ground, as she felt the weight of her lunch settle comfortably between her haunches. Every detail of Sofia’s body was put on display to the whole class, a solid human-shaped bulge visible under Fiona’s vacuum tight fur -- earning plenty of jealous looks from her classmates, both human and pelli. She took a breath to answer Mrs. Rava’s question.

“Oh! Well, um… Honestly, Sofia was pretty grea--” The compliments caught in Fiona’s throat, as something tickled the far end of her esophagus. “Sorry, I meant to say she was grea--…” Fiona frowned. “Gre… HRRK!” With a gastric surge, she felt something involuntarily rushing back up her freshly cleared gullet… and before she knew it, a small bulge had rushed up her throat and escaped from her muzzle, where it messily splattered out onto the lecture floor.

*uaaaaaaarrpppp… BLECH!*
*splat*

Both Fiona’s paws shot up instantly, trying to cover her embarrassed and drool-covered snout, but it was too late: staring down at the literal mess she’d made, her eyes focused on a soggy, messy, drool-soaked wad of fabric now dripping on the floor.

Familiar-looking red fabric, which had reemerged along with a burst of Sofia-flavored air.

Sofia’s dress… Fiona realized, mortified. I coughed up her dress, in front of the entire class…

(…worse, I coughed up that red dress in front of Jack!)

Back when Sofia had been a satisfying bulge slipping down her neck, Fiona’s throat must’ve finished the job her muzzle started, stripping her lunch’s clothes clean off on its way down the hatch. The werewolf might have stayed frozen for longer, but a subtle squirm from said lunch drew her attention back down to her belly. Feeling Sofia’s slip and slide against her slick, gastric walls, Fiona’s blush deepened: suddenly, the wolf was keenly aware that it was nothing but bare skin pressing against her stomach walls, with her own fur as the only modesty her meal had left.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter if the dress is digestion-proof now!” Mira said with a laugh. Fiona’s attention snapped back to her teacher, appreciating the change in subject. “No worries, Fiona, this sort of thing happens…” the fox assured her. “Anyway, dear, you were saying?”

“I was saying…? Oh, right! About my lunch.” Even as the werewolf spoke, she awkwardly kicked the soggy drool-coated dress behind Mira’s desk, as everyone pretended not to notice. “Sofia was definitely… pretty good? Like, really good, actually. One of the best humans I’ve tasted in a while.” Fiona felt a bit awkward, bragging about her catch in the middle of class -- wouldn’t her fellow predators get jealous? And what would Jack think? But Mira offered her an encouraging smile, and the werewolf bashfully continued. “Well, one thing I noticed -- she was really soft going down? I mean, her thighs felt basically perfect in my jaws. Solid enough to be nice and filling, but also soft enough to just… squish perfectly, sorta? And, well, um, her… chest.” Fiona blushed: she’d started getting lost in the memory, and caught herself on the verge of describing her lunch’s breasts to an entire room full of her classmates and Jack. The wolf instantly went quiet as a mouse… but her belly was happy to fill the silence.

*GLORP*

“Well, sounds like your stomach definitely gave Sofia a five-star review!” Vicky called out.

The squirming in Fiona’s stomach intensified for a moment, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. The werewolf’s tail wagged: wait, was this what happy squirms felt like? It wasn’t like she had a point of comparison -- her belly hadn’t exactly had many happy occupants up until now.

“Sounds exquisite! I’m so happy for both of you, Fiona…” Mira beamed. “I’m sure Sofia is very proud to have given you such a lovely meal -- as she should be!” With that, the vixen turned slightly back toward the rest of her class to resume her biology lesson.

“Sofia really did have a pretty cute butt! It’s a shame that I never got to tap or taste it…” Vicky idly mused, removing Sofia’s number from her phone. “On the other paw, though, I bet Sofia’s curves will look even nicer on Wolfy…” She grinned. “Don’t you think so, Jack?”

Jack choked, caught in a sudden flurry of conflicting emotions. His first thought was of the soft, familiar, beautiful contours of his girlfriend’s body. Yet at the same time, he couldn’t ignore all the members of his own species which had ‘contributed’ to that amazing, lethal body. Ugh, why did that excite him, a tiny bit?! Was he a bad human for daydreaming about his predatory girlfriend?

Jack shyly moved his hands to cover his lap, even as his half-formed reply caught in his throat.

(The vixen offered him an expectant smirk. He wasn’t doing a good job hiding his, uh, ‘feelings’.)

“Aww, poor Jack… Wolfie got your tongue?” Vicky teased.

“I- um- I-I… I mean… I don’t…” What was he even supposed to say to that!? He had definitely noticed over the years how Fi’s ‘larger’ meals gradually added to her curves, and, well… Jack would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate the results of her meals! His girlfriend was hot, and her diet was simply part of who she was! Fiona was a predator, he’d accepted that long ago.

But even so… those meals had been humans! His own kind! Many of the extra pounds under her fur had come from his own friends! They’d died, then become part of his girlfriend’s body…

…and yet, Jack couldn’t deny how utterly enraptured he was by every part of Fi, nonetheless. Every half-glimpsed detail drove him wild. He’d barely been able to sleep at night, next to her.

It was the paradox of dating a predator: the more humans his girlfriend ate, the hotter she got.

So while he couldn’t deny that the mischievous vixen had a point… he also refused to admit it.

Vicky just smirked wider, slyly taking a sniff of the air: his flustered stammering and the rather strong scent of arousal made poor Jack’s feelings crystal clear. She proved to be magnanimous in victory, though, and smugly looked back toward the front of the room, toward Fiona’s demo.

Meanwhile Jack looked anywhere but forward, trying to clear his head. He was in class! The last thing he needed was to explore his guilty-excited-pretending-not-to-be-horny feelings in public… especially when his ‘feelings’ were obvious, thanks to the sweat pants he’d so foolishly worn.

He should… he should focus on the lecture! Yes, he should focus on Mira’s words. Not how Fi might look, when Sofia was digested, when they got into bed together and he tried not to peek.

“So! Continuing our demo, now that Sofia is tucked away nice and cozy inside Fiona’s stomach, what’s the next step in her digestive journey?” Mira asked the class brightly.

Oh, Jack knew this one -- he just had to focus on the lecture, to not think horny thoughts about his girlfriend’s… assets expanding during that digestive process. He muttered the answer under his breath, drawing on years of first-hand experience. Mira’s ears swiveled in his direction, and she beamed at him. “That’s correct, Jack! But would you kindly speak up for the class?”

What the heck, was this vixen half-vampire? Jack thought, looking nervous -- back home, his survival in class was directly tied to not bringing attention to himself… not that it usually worked, but still! “Um…” He blushed, he’d been trying to keep his mind off his girlfriend’s digestive tract. “Now that Sofia is in Fiona’s stomach, she’ll… she’ll be covered in digestive enzymes?”

Mira nodded. “Then what?” the vixen said leadingly.

“Um, she’ll… she’ll be kneaded by Fi’s belly, those fluids pressed into her skin… and gradually liquified, and converted into chyme for later absorption.”

Mira looked proud. “Wow, you’ve really been studying, Jack! I know you’re not ready to be Fiona’s lunch yet…” (Jack twitched.) “But I think you’re definitely ready for the exam…”

No, Jack thought: I’ve just been in there, and watched several of my friends take that journey…

“So what next?” Mira asked. “Once Sofia is fully melted, where will her chyme travel?”

“She’ll be pumped through Fiona’s small and large intestine!” another human said eagerly.

(Huh, now that Jack’s eyes were somewhere other than his girlfriend, a lot of the other humans in class really did look oddly eager to watch this whole demonstration. What was up with that?)

Fiona started rubbing her paws awkwardly, below the shadow of her belly. Having the bulge of her meal on display was one thing -- that was just part and parcel of being a predator. A human in your belly was something to take pride in: fresh-caught prey was a trophy to show off to your peers! But even in her pred classes back home, Fiona had never felt quite so… exposed. She’d never had an entire class of said peers taking detailed notes on her internal anatomy for an exam!

“Excellent!” Mira praised her latest correct student, who’d identified the role of villi in absorbing nutrients. “Now, you may be wondering: how long will Sofia get to enjoy time in Fiona’s belly? Digestion speed can vary quite a bit depending on a pred’s individual metabolism -- tell us, dear, how long does it usually take your body to fully digest a human?”

About a day, Jack thought in reply. He’d watched it happen more than often enough. The large, solid, human bulge in her belly shrinking away into a sloshing sphere… then nothing but a thin layer of fat, as Fi’s body sucked away all the nutrients it could claim, preparing for her next meal.

Fiona had to ponder the question for a second or two, never having made a habit of timing her normal bodily functions. “About a day?” she answered, echoing Jack’s thoughts. “Yeah, that sounds right. About a day, from eating a human until… well, you know. Until they leave.”

“So twenty-four hours, more or less, to make her way through your body?” Mira asked.

“Yeah, pretty close?” the wolf girl replied after a further moment’s thought. “I mean, I could digest her quicker if I tried, or if I did a lot of running around? But otherwise I’ll probably start getting my appetite back around this time tomorrow.”

“Perfect!” Mira beamed. “Sounds like you have a nice, healthy digestive system -- and a punctual one too! So in tomorrow’s class, you can show us the final disposal process.”

Fiona’s happy tail-wag stopped dead, mid-swing. “E-excuse me? I’m sorry, Mrs. Rava, I must have misheard, because I thought you said…”

“Oh, don’t worry, you did such an amazing job showing us the ingestion process, you’ll do great!” Mira assured her. “Just come up here to the front of the class again tomorrow and show us how Sophie looks coming out. We’ll all watch and take notes. No big deal.”

NO BIG DEAL!? Fiona screamed internally. If she weren’t a predator, practiced in keeping her composure on a hunt, it very well might’ve come flying out her muzzle like a certain soggy dress.

“B-but I…-- You want to watch me… You want to watch me take a dump!?”

Fiona instantly clamped her claws over her muzzle, thoroughly embarrassed. I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT! Her cheeks were bright red through her fur. She probably sounded like a complete idiot: she must’ve misunderstood the request, and shamed herself in front of the class. There was no way this college professor would want her to… to use this classroom like a toilet!

“Well of course!” Mira said with a laugh. “How else would we study the excretory system? Classroom demos are how students learn! And there’s a lot of valuable insight to be gained about a predator’s digestive tract from what makes it through to the other end.”

Fiona choked. Nope, that was it. The poor werewolf had reached her limit. Humans that walked up and tried to strip and serve themselves to you, who pleasured themselves in your belly, was one thing… but this? This was just more culture shock than her canine mind could comprehend.

“It’s okay, dearie,” Mira soothed, sensing some kind of unease. She leaned in and lowered her voice. “You don’t have to worry about any of that until tomorrow. You’ve done a great job so far, why don’t you just head back to your seat and let your stomach work on Sofia?”

With a gentle nudge from her teacher, Fiona began walking back in a trance, as she returned to her seat. She slumped down next to Jack: his familiar, soothing presence helped, somehow…

“Oh, but do try to hold in most of Sofia until tomorrow’s class section, okay?” Mira called as an afterthought. Fiona winced, the whole class had heard her shame now. Mira didn’t bother waiting for a reply, and instead jumped into the next topic. “Now, who can name all parts of Fiona’s descending colon, and which parts of Sofia will be absorbed where?”

Fiona tried to be a good student and take notes as their vulpine teacher continued her cheerful lesson. The exam wouldn’t care about her feelings… but she just couldn’t keep her mind on the lecture. Her focus kept wandering back to her stomach, to Sofia within… and to the inevitability of her digestive process, and what would come after. The werewolf whimpered under her breath.

Jack leaned over. “You can copy my notes later, Fi, if you want?” he whispered. “Seems like you’ve got a lot on your mind. Why don’t you just zone out and recover, okay?”

Fiona’s tail wagged once, weakly. She nodded. Subtly, she leaned closer, to press her shoulder up against her boyfriend. He helped anchor her to reality, to dispel her swirling doubts and fears.

They’d made it through so many tough times together. They’d figure something out… right?

One thing was for sure: as long as she still had Jack with her, she could survive anything.

Originally Published: 24-Dec-2024