# HNTBL 41: Avoid Public Bathrooms

By: TheDragonBoy

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How Not To Become Lunch: 41 - Avoid Public Bathrooms

Alright, lunch time… Jack thought warily.

More than any teacher in any actual class, his time in these school hallways- particularly over the last few days- had taught him one thing very thoroughly, and that was: what it meant to be careful. An increasing number of attempts on his delicious life, most coming increasingly closer to success, had brought Jack to the point of near constant- and frankly exhausting- alertness.

The poor boy’s breathing was steady, but strained; his hand constantly hovering at the ready to grab his wand- something he’d learned was less conspicuous than actively pointing it at any pred who happened to wander too close.

Walking from his magic class toward the lunchroom and the promise of friendship and protection, Jack’s eyes flicked left and right and left and behind and forward again. He looked over every pred in the crowded hall carefully, no matter how innocuous they seemed: the vixen walking into the bathroom, the nekos chatting around the lockers, the badger carrying his books, the avian coughing down the hall, even the bear with her already-bloated belly- he’d seen how full a bear’s belly could really get.

Good, keep it up. Just a little bit further. Once I meet up with Zach and Ozzy, I’ll be home free- well not really, but I’ll be a lot better off than-

“Gotcha!” exclaimed a determined voice, accompanied by the sound of a door being flung open.

Jack nearly jumped. He felt hands on his shirt before he’d even turned his head- clawed hands. And as he did turn, he felt his stomach drop, his overworked mind having just processed the fact that the bathroom door he’d been passing had actually been just slightly ajar. Now, of course, it was wide open, and reaching out to grab him with a hungry smirk on her muzzle was the vixen he’d noted just a few moments ago.

“Ahh!!” Jack yelled, yanked forward so hard his arms flew backward. The fox turned and flung him inside, a hefty thud marking his arrival on the ground, knocking the wind out of him and cutting off his scream in time to hear the door fall shut behind. He grunted and groped at his bearings as his world spun.

“I hear you have a reputation for tasting amazing and being tough to catch,” the fox girl teased as Jack managed to flip onto his back.

By the time his gaze panned across the toilet stalls to focus on her, she was already lunging at him again, and the next thing he knew she was on top of him, her hands pinning his to the cold floor.

“Well, I hope the first part is true anyway.” Her hungry smile broadened as she stroked her tongue across her muzzle- slowly enough that it gave Jack a far too vivid idea of how its rough, slimy texture would feel against his skin- and her belly gave an audible growl. “Normally I wouldn’t eat food off the bathroom floor, but for you I think I’ll have to make an exception.”

Not wasting a second more, the vixen opened her pointed, toothy maw and Jack’s world became pink and red, and then black.

Jack’s face contorted in fear and disgust against the slimy flesh of the fox’s maw as she swallowed, dragging his head down into her throat with a wet slurp. Fear quickly grew to terror, his thoughts devolving into a blur of half-formed concepts. In just a matter of seconds he’d gone from roaming the halls to rammed down a throat. And having barely even processed that, the realization smacked him in the face like the tongue of a greedy predator: that he was well past the point of saving himself. With his arms pinned, his wand out of reach and - *GULP* - another swallow pulling his chest between the vixen’s jaws, there was hardly anything he could do to keep himself out of the churning pit of digestive juices that he knew lay in wait beyond the dark tunnel of hungry flesh.

Against reason, Jack screamed most of what little air he had left into his predator’s throat, trying and failing to struggle against the fox’s hold. Her only response was another powerful *GULP*, the wet muscles around him surging and squelching and dragging him deeper into their hot depths.

In a desperate bid for hope, his mind went to his friends. But even with only the last fraying bits of rational thought left, he knew it was a foolish dream at best. None of his friends had been around to see him get taken, neither Ozzy nor Zach would be looking for him in the girl’s bathroom, and Fiona… Well, while she was probably off somewhere, busy with Arthur, this vixen’s belly would be getting busy with him.

…

Fiona let out her breath, staring at the closed door to her bathroom stall. As she sat there, slumped over in silence, she did her best to relax and let nature take its course.

From deep in her guts came an audible little gurgle. She glanced down at her belly. It was almost back to its normal size again. She could still see a little extra volume, and maybe a bit of fresh paunch she’d have to work off, but seeing as she was in the process of disposing of what should be the last of yesterday’s lunch, she figured pretty soon no one would be able to notice. Really, it was probably already well past the point of catching anyone’s attention; while she could recognize the remnants on herself, to anyone else it probably just looked like your typical, empty pred belly.

She wondered, in the back of her mind, if Jack would be more comfortable talking to her now. The image of that anxious glance he’d given to her belly the other day flashed through her mind. Even during homeroom he’d seemed a bit more distant, though she hadn’t exactly been eager to walk up to him at that point herself, knowing she’d still had a bit of a bulge left with an annoying habit of gurgling when she’d rather it stay silent. The last thing she’d have wanted was for it to make some loud, hungry-sounding growl and frighten him.

Her ears pulled her attention back to the present as she heard another student enter the bathroom. Realizing what she’d been dwelling on, she shooed the unwanted thoughts away with a flick of her muzzle, mildly angry at herself for even thinking them. She remembered back to what Jack had told her:

‘I think it’s cool that you’re such a great pred. You’re my friend. You’ve been my friend for years and nothing’s gonna change that.’

It had only been a week since he’d said that to her. But so much had happened since then that it almost felt like months.

She sighed, the shifting pressures in her body drawing out another burbling groan from her belly.

“Gotcha!”

The sudden exclamation and the loud slam on the bathroom door gave Fiona a jolt. She felt a flash of indignant anger, but it was quickly washed over by a new emotion when she heard a growing scream enter the room, followed by the thud of a body against the floor. Reactively, she drew her legs in close away from the stall door. That had definitely sounded like a boy’s scream.

…Wait…that sounded like-!

“I hear you have a reputation for tasting amazing and being tough to catch,” came a feminine voice.

Oh no! Jack! Fiona thought to herself. She heard another little thud; what she could only assume was the predator outside getting into a more favorable position. The werewolf felt a pang of anxiety, but held out hope for a moment that he might be able to free himself and make an escape- without ever knowing she was there.

“Well, I hope the first part is true anyway,” the hungry predator teased. Fiona bit back a growl, still listening intently; it was so uncomfortable to hear another predator teasing Jack about his taste. “Normally I wouldn’t eat food off the bathroom floor, but for you I think I’ll have to make an exception.” A moment after those words were spoken the werewolf’s heart sank, as she heard the wet smack of a maw wrapping itself greedily over a meal.

Terror overriding her embarrassment for a moment, she leapt up off her toilet in a flash, about to crash right out of her stall, but forced herself to stop when she realized her pants were still around her ankles. She couldn’t rush out like that! Not with Jack out there!

She scrambled to bend over and grab hold of the fabric, but realized halfway through that she couldn’t very well pull everything back into place without wiping her fur first. She dropped her pants again and grabbed for the toilet paper.

The squelch of a loud, very eager sounding gulp filled the room, no doubt spurred on by the delicious taste of Jack’s marked flesh.

Ugh! Hurry up! she told herself as she finished cleaning with one hand and reached again for her clothes with the other- nearly missing at both in her haste.

*GULP*

That girl out there definitely sounded quite keen on getting Jack into her belly.

Come on! Come on! Fiona screamed silently in her head as she struggled to get her tail into her clothes, doing her best to stay quiet. If she gave herself away now, Jack’s predator might get spooked and run off with him; she did not want to have to choose between possibly losing him or having to chase after them with her pants down.

*GULP*

Ouch! Fiona nearly yipped as she yanked out a few strands of fur, pulling her tail through with more than a pleasant level of force. Come on! Stupid button! she thought furiously as she fought with her pants to secure them in place, wriggling frantically- almost like Jack. Teeth bared in frustration, trying not to accidentally tear holes with her claws, she finally heard the tiny little click.

*THUMP*!

The werewolf burst out of the bathroom stall with a snarl, so sudden and fierce that it caused Jack’s predator to flinch and recoil, stumbling against the wall for support. Fiona locked eyes on the fox, human legs flailing from her muzzle. The vixen glared back at her with a heavily annoyed gaze, as if to scoldingly say What was that for!?

“Cough Jack up right now!” Fiona demanded through an angry growl.

The fox’s expression cooled and hardened into one of spite and bitter frustration; the look of a predator who knew they’d be giving up their meal and wasn’t happy about it. Her tongue came out from beneath Jack’s chest, out into the open, and deliberately licked a wide swath across his belly. Fiona’s growl spiked for a moment in harsh warning, but it was clear the other predator was only stealing one last good taste of her fancied food.

*SPLECH*

Out came the saliva-soaked Jack with thick strands of clinging drool, severed by the vixen’s tongue as she licked her muzzle clean, scavenging any lingering flavor in the process. Fiona’s growl ceased, but she shot a warning glance as she walked over to them.

“You must be the other half of his reputation,” the fox girl muttered, disgruntled. But she stepped a few paces back, clearly surrendering her catch. She might have headed for the door, but with the freshly regurgitated Jack now blocking it, she instead turned to walk toward the sinks.

“Are you okay?” Fiona asked, taking a knee beside him and propping his back up with one hand despite the unpleasant slime.

“I- uh… ugh…” Jack was still far from his bearings- everything had happened so fast, and the vixen’s body had not been gentle- but he felt some clarity coming on as he recognized her voice. “Fi?”

“Yeah, Jack, I’ve got ya. You’re alright.”

The sound of running water came and went as the fox tidied herself up a bit. Jack blinked her drool from his eyes, feeling immense relief at the sight of his friend’s face, but as he started to take in the rest of his surroundings, the feeling slowly started to fade. He seemed to be in a bathroom… with girls… with Fiona. Social alarm bells started ringing in his head. Even before he could fully remember the situation, he started thinking up an exit line, but a certain unexpected sound yanked his attention like nothing else could.

*gurgle*

Jack’s head snapped toward the vixen by the sink. Fiona glanced over as well, giving another sharp, warning growl (and inwardly feeling a wave of relief that her own belly had decided to stay quiet).

“What!?” the vixen barked back. “He’s marked and I had him in my mouth! I’m hungry; he’s tasty! You look me in the eyes and tell me he’s not tasty!” Far from a rhetorical retort, the aggravated fox girl stood there with a fixed, expectant stare. It caught Fiona a bit off guard.

“Well- um- yeah, of course he’s tasty,” she admitted, glancing at Jack awkwardly, unable to justify making such an obvious lie. “But- but that’s not the point! He’s not on the menu!”

As if things hadn’t been bad enough. Now Jack felt twice as awkward. Except now he couldn’t just leave. If he blurted out some stupid excuse now, Fiona might think he was trying to get away from her. Besides, seeing the uncomfortable expression on his friend’s face, he couldn’t just abandon her.

“Yeah!” Jack added with forced confidence. “I’m a marked human. It’s only natural that a predator would think I’m tasty!”

The vixen just grunted and rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just get your boyfood out of the girl’s bathroom already.” She turned and headed toward an open stall.

That last statement seemed to remind Fiona that her friend wasn’t exactly where he should be. And with the vixen headed toward a toilet and any other girl liable to walk in at any moment and see him in there- with her- the werewolf felt it best to hurry things along.

“Jack, um, maybe you should go to the boy’s room and get cleaned up,” Fiona advised.

“Yes- right- of course,” Jack agreed as he failed horribly to keep his composure. He stood up and forced an awkward smile as he stepped back towards the door. “Um, thanks for the save, Fi,” he threw in clumsily, before opening the door and rushing out as quickly as he could, hoping dearly that no one would notice him leaving. As he fled, he heard a shout from the vixen he’d left behind:

“Yuck! You didn’t even flush!”

Originally Published: 28-Sep-2021