# HNTBL 34: Don’t Underestimate The Pack

By: TheDragonBoy

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How Not To Become Lunch: 34 - Don’t Underestimate The Pack

“Come on Macalister,” came a woman’s voice. “Let’s hurry up and get our son home where he’s safe.”

The son in question was holding his mother’s hand, while his other free hand dangled, thoroughly wrapped in medical bandage- a sign that he’d just come from the nurse.

“I’m coming,” Macalister replied. “It’s just, it’s been so many years since I was here. I can’t believe it still looks the same.” He sped up a bit to keep pace with his family, but quickly got distracted again. “I remember the other students being so much bigger when I went here, especially the preds.”

“Well, one of them was certainly big enough to nearly eat our son.”

“It’s fine, mom,” the boy replied. “I fought him off just like you guys taught me.”

“That’s my boy,” his father encouraged. “No one’s making a meal out of our son. Especially not while we’re arou- oof!”

An unexpected impact at his side interrupted his hearty proclamation, followed by the distinct clatter of a small wooden object against the hard floor. He quickly realized as he looked over that he’d accidentally bumped into one of the passing students.

“Oops, sorry,” the werewolf girl said.

He caught a flash of her face before she bent down to reach for something on the floor.

“Here,” she said as she came back up, “I think you dropped this.”

Resting in the open palm of her outstretched hand, was his wand. The impact must have knocked it off of him. Initially he was a bit perturbed that he’d allowed something like that to happen, but he quickly buried the feeling with a smile.

“Thank you,” he replied, reaching out to take it back. Good thing most of the preds around here are just kids, otherwise dropping my wand like that might’ve been a real-

The werewolf’s clawed hand clamped around his own like a Venus flytrap the instant he made contact. There was a muffled snap as she clenched her digits around his, breaking his wand in half against his own thumb. And before the severed pieces could even reach the floor, the girl tugged him forward, sending him stumbling in her direction. And to his mounting shock and horror, he saw the glint of her teeth as her jaws opened wide.

Fiona felt the man’s head enter her maw and swallowed instantly, trapping it within the tight confines of her throat where she could keep a much better grip. She pressed her teeth against his chest; not enough to do any damage, just enough to fix his attention so he was too preoccupied to stop her from grabbing his other arm. As soon as both limbs were in her grasp, she slammed them to his sides and pulled his entire body toward her.

*GULP*!

She felt a rush of excitement, a thrill swirling together with predatory pleasure, as she realized that everything was going exactly as she’d planned. Her throat was stretching almost to its limit, but she’d gotten the man’s shoulders packed in tight. Thanks to her skill, her grace and her strength she’d gotten the adult chest-deep inside her gullet without even giving him the opportunity to react. And now, feeling his head knocking around against the walls of her esophagus, buried deep inside her own chest, she felt the powerful urge to bury him even deeper.

*GULP*!

“Macalister!!” the mother cried in alarm.

Right, the mother, Fiona thought. Shouldn’t be too hard to keep her out of the way while I finish eating.

The woman reached into her purse, fumbled for a moment, and then hurriedly drew out a wand. Fiona’s mood shifted almost instantly. For the briefest of moments, she felt the weight of the realization that she’d acted too hastily. She hadn’t thought things through; hadn’t considered all the angles. But her surprise and uncertainty never had a chance to show, because she just as quickly realized that none of that actually mattered.

“Mom, look out!” the human child yelled. A bit more accustomed to the close quarters of the school, he’d noticed the other werewolf before she did. But regardless they were both far too late.

Arthur cleared his- presently empty- throat.

The mother looked back with a start to see the predator standing directly behind her. On instinct she tried to whir around and face him, but gripping her son’s hand made that difficult, not to mention the distraction of her husband being swallowed alive a few feet away.

Arthur, deft and focused, simply reached out and plucked the wand from the overwhelmed woman’s hand. He held it up and looked it over for a few seconds as the weight of the situation sank in for his prey-to-be. He smiled and ran his tongue along his muzzle. The woman’s eyes went wide.

“Reuben, run!!” she yelled, pushing her son away just a moment before the werewolf’s jaws opened wide, and the human’s head sank into his gullet.

Shoving his knee forward, he knocked the lady’s leg out from under her, forcing her down to her own knees, her hands instinctively racing toward the floor to brace herself.

*GULP*

He beared down with all his weight, shoving her head deep into his throat, his muzzle reaching down over her breasts.

It was at that point that Fiona began to feel something. Something new, yet somehow familiar, instinctually so. Having a human wriggling in her gullet was always an experience. And watching Arthur take a meal was definitely exciting in its own way. But this catch, this had involved both of them. She’d been the distraction, she’d made the opening; he’d jumped right in, protected her, claimed prey of his own. They’d hunted together, like a team, like a pack. And now the mouthwatering meals in their muzzles were theirs to share.

*GULP*

Fiona’s throat clenched with a powerful squelch, sucking the man within hungrily towards her waiting belly, bulging out her midriff as his head made its entrance, his waist lurching into her jaws.

A moment later she watched Arthur do much the same. She heard the sound of his throat as he swallowed hard, forcing the woman’s chest into his gullet, bulging his muscular chest against his shirt. Wasting no time, he confidently lifted his hardly-consumed human into the air, her feet scraping the ceiling, perfectly in place for another gravity assisted-

*GULP*

Fiona followed suit, tossing her meal’s legs into the air with a forceful flip of her neck, feeling the weight shift as the heavy adult slipped slightly against her slick throat, a sensation that sent a fresh jolt down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail.

*GULP*

*GULP*

Arthur swallowed again, and Fiona soon after, the two pairs of flailing legs slowly disappearing behind walls of flesh and fur, descending each toward their own gurgling gut where they’d soon be receiving much the same treatment- not just as each other, but as any other food. Though technically separate, husband and wife would be sharing much the same fate: they’d both be a werewolf’s lunch.

*GULP*

*GULP*
*GULP*

*GULP*

Fiona watched the uncanny, mirror-like image of the woman disappearing into Arthur’s body as she felt her own meal slink down inside herself. Filling her belly, stretching her fur, her shirt; his belly, his fur, his shirt. She watched him with wide, excited eyes. He took a deep breath and then glanced up to meet her gaze, with a look that practically set her fur on end.

If it weren’t for the sudden, hefty struggle from the man inside her stomach, who knows how long she would have stared like that?

“Whoa!” She widened her stance to catch herself, but continued to wobble. She’d only ever eaten one other adult in her life, and she wasn’t used to the extra weight, or the extra muscle they had to struggle with. Arthur walked toward her, seeming remarkably stable despite the heavy thudding of his steps.

“Here, let me help,” he said with a little smile.

He reached out and put a hand on both of her shoulders, their bulges touching. Fiona’s tail went stiff and straight- oh man, if werewolves could blush.

“Remember what Mr. Gold taught us,” he coached encouragingly. “Keep your feet out at an angle. Spread your toes.”

“Uh-huh…” Fiona managed to mutter, overwhelmed by both his proximity and the fresh struggles of her generous meal. Still, she managed to follow his instructions and obtain some level of balance. Just in time for the others to break into the moment.

“Well, well! Look at you two!” Mort called.

“You two were great!” Udon added.

“Nicely done,” Chelsie agreed with a nod.

“Going after an adult, huh? Didn’t know you had that in you,” Pyre chimed in.

Arthur backed away a bit, but kept a hand on her shoulder to provide some extra stability.

“I did,” he said confidently, “Didn’t you know Fiona caught a volunteer prey in P.E.? If she’s that good on her own, I doubt any human could do much against the two of us together.”

An alarmed cry from nearby interrupted the conversation.

“Hey! Give that back!”

Fiona, Arthur and Co. glanced over to see a human boy pushing another kid away. But not just any human boy.

“You two! Cough up my parents!” Reuben demanded, tears in his eyes and a wand in his good hand- one which he’d apparently just stolen off a girl nearby. The girl, seeing the situation unfolding, wisely backed off slowly. The angry boy did not.

There was a brief moment of silence as he stared them down and they stared back. But while he was deathly serious, the advanced predators were much closer to amused.

“Well since you’re all full, I think I’ll-”

“Dibs!” Mortimer called out, interrupting Pyre. The toad shot out his elastic tongue, striking the boy’s bad hand and conforming around the length of his arm in the blink of an eye, before jerking back like a pink, slimy fishing line, dragging the unfortunate boy through the air along with it.

“Ahhhhhh!”

*slurp*

The kid crashed into Mort’s mouth with a wet splat and a slurp, the toad’s cheeks bulging ridiculously wide as they enclosed his eminently edible schoolmate. Steadying himself, he furrowed his amphibian brow for a moment as a series of squelches leaked past his lips. The outline of his versatile tongue could be clearly seen as he maneuvered it around his newly acquired meal, squeezing past limbs and joints as it scoured the human it had claimed.

After a few moments, a thunderous *GULP*erupted from within, and the enormous, squirming bulge dropped rather quickly through the toad’s throat and landed with a bounce in his belly.

*gurgle* … *ptooey*

Mort spat out the wand the boy had been holding, now encased in a thick layer of slime, wrestled right out of his hands practically on the way down the predator’s throat.

*UUURP*!

“Hey, I was gonna eat him!” Pyre complained.

“Maybe if you’re quicker next time,” the toad teased.

“Don’t think I won’t get you back for this,” the dragon boy threatened playfully. “Now come on. If you guys can manage to waddle over to the cafeteria, I’d like to eat too.”

And so they continued down the hall, wriggling bellies and all, with Arthur’s hand still firmly on Fiona’s shoulder.

Originally Published: 3-Jul-2021