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A raccoon, walking down the halls at lunchtime, with her big, gurgling belly cutting a wake through the sea of classmates. She studied the passing students with a flat expression and a predator’s eye, seeing the different ways each kid reacted to her- especially the humans. Most were smart enough to make some distance, but some more than others.
She was only a raccoon after all, and even though she was pretty big for her species, her particular predatory form wasn’t the type to inspire particular fear, like a lioness or a werewolf might. The extra pounds packed onto that ‘form’ didn’t add much to the image either; she had too much chub on her to pull off the sleek, deadly huntress look. Throw in the fact that she was currently sporting a full, sloshing belly on top of that, and you could see why some of her classmates just didn’t see her as the most dangerous threat in the hall.
Plenty of preds would’ve been content with that, especially the full belly part. Or at the very least, they might have proudly taken it all as a clever advantage; looking unsuspecting only made the job of hunting that much easier.
But Roma, she took it as a challenge, and maybe a bit of an insult.
Especially when a trio of girls decided that they didn’t need to worry about her walking up behind them.
She’d spotted them glancing at her a few times, but they just kept laughing amongst themselves and walking at their leisurely pace. They obviously figured she’d just walk around them to wherever she was going, her lunch needs clearly already met.
Once they’d discounted her as a threat, it didn’t take much effort for the raccoon to softly take a few quicker steps and get within arm’s reach of their backsides.
One. Two. Three.
*GURGLE*
“Wha!”
The trio collectively yelped and flipped around as they heard the loud, wet rumble in their ears. Instinctively, each one reached for their wand, but-
“Gotcha,” Roma teased, her smug smirk showing a flash of teeth. She lifted her hands, presenting the three wooden rods she was holding, swiped stealthily from her prey.
The girls looked from her to each other and back in a growing panic. She licked her lips.
“No! Get away!” On impulse, one of them swung around with a heavy backpack and flung it hard in Roma’s direction, hitting the other two in the process. They squealed and stumbled and fell over, just as another loud, meaty sound filled the air.
*SQUARSH*
Roma felt the book-laden bag plow into her stuffed belly, pressing deep into the remains of her breakfast. She staggered back a few steps and scowled. In the second or two her eyes were closed, she heard frantic footsteps, and when she opened them again, the two humans who had been knocked over were in front of her on the floor, and the third was gone.
Roma gritted her teeth in a determined expression, turned around, and sprinted.
The two (objectively easier) meals picked themselves up off the ground quickly, but they’d already disappeared from the predator’s mind. The hefty raccoon charged down the hall, after the sounds of the fleeing footwear, belly swaying audibly with each heavy step.
Despite her biological advantages when it came to strength and speed, all that weight, formerly another whole person, did take its toll. Most preds wouldn’t even consider an all-out chase on a full belly, let alone be able to pull one off. But Roma wasn’t most preds.
The raccoon charged ahead, swinging around corners and weaving through crowds, following the wake of her prey. Her muscles strained under the weight of her body and the bulk of her meal, claws grinding against the floor, but she pushed on with unyielding, stubborn determination.
And it paid off.
“Come on! Open! Open! I have to get my other wand out before-”
“Gotcha!!”
“EEEP!”
She leapt and pounced on her prey, as the girl scrambled frantically with her locker door.
“Ahhh!”
*SQUARSH*
Roma felt the feminine form press hard into her bloated belly as she landed atop the girl, cutting off her scream. The new, firm pressure and newly wriggling limbs against her stomach sent a wave surging up her gullet.
*Bwuuuurp*!
Warm, wet air, thick with the smell of digesting human, rushed from the raccoon’s jaws and straight into the face of the girl pinned beneath her bulk.
“Ugh! Blech! Gross!” the poor human whined. Roma, on the other hand, had a very different reaction.
“Perfect,” she said, mostly to herself, “just what I needed to make room.”
The raccoon focused her eyes on her prey’s face, wrinkled into a tight grimace just below her muzzle. She couldn’t help her lips curling into a little smile as she parted them once more. Much wider.
“No- no no!”
Completely trapped, the girl looked up into the gaping jaws, staring down the very throat from which all that fetid air had just erupted. The very throat she was about to travel down.
*HOMF*
Roma wrapped her raccoon maw around her lunch’s head. The struggles intensified against her already stuffed belly, forcing up another little burst of gas that leaked out around her prey’s shoulders. The lingering taste of her previous meal tickled her tastebuds as they surveyed her next.
Still, satisfying as the position was, and as helpful as it was for her digestion, she’d never be able to get down her second human of the day in a position like this. She rocked to one side, then back, then-
“Whoa!” a passing kid yelped as Roma rolled toward the middle of the hall, pulling her meal along for the ride. The raccoon ignored her startled schoolmate, focusing instead on the one at the entrance to her gullet. She grabbed the girl’s arms as they rolled, and wrapped her furry legs around her meal’s. And the moment the predator felt her own back rest on the floor, she took a firm:
*gulp*
Roma pulled her muzzle back upward to make room for her bulging throat, slowly dragging her prey up along her sloshing belly.
*gulp*
She flexed her gullet, testing its growing grip, satisfaction curling the corners of her mouth higher. All that extra stuffing in her gut made this position a lot easier, holding her prey just high enough away from her muzzle to allow the human’s body to fold properly over the drop of the predator’s throat.
With her hold on her lunch’s wrists, she took each arm in turn, stuffed it into her gullet, and gave another firm swallow to seal the limbs in place.
*shlick* *squelch* *gulp*
The raccoon’s neck bulged thicker, prey sliding further along her belly. Her hands now free, she took a moment to adjust her shirt, as her meal’s movements continued to hike the fabric higher. But the pause was brief, and after only a moment the girl in her gullet felt those clawed hands again, this time wrapping around her waist to guide her along on her deepest plunge yet.
*GULP*
Roma felt her prey’s arms, folded at the elbows, stretch her cheeks wide as they passed into her throat. Her muzzle now wrapped against the trunk of her lunch’s chest, she reached down, wrapped her claws around her meal’s rear and pushed in time with another hungry flex of her gullet.
*SQU-ULP*
The human girl’s entire belly slid over Roma’s tongue in a single move, back arching to follow the tight path of the raccoon’s throat. And very noticeably, the girl’s head finally arrived in the predator’s already-swelling stomach, surging forward into the half-digested slop with a thick-
*splorsh*
Struggles redoubled, but one hungry raccoon girl was determined to make sure this particular human wasn’t going anywhere else- not for a good few hours, at least. Roma grabbed the girl’s legs as best she could and used them as leverage, lifting upwards as she tilted her muzzle back, letting gravity help guide the wriggling limbs smoothly down between her jaws.
*gulp* *gulp*
*guuuuurg*
Thighs and knees disappeared into the gaping gullet, as the belly beyond rumbled uneasily, forced to bulge out even larger. Inside, this new human thrashed wildly, very obviously protesting the fact that she was sharing the already cramped space with the semi-liquid remains of the raccoon’s half-done human breakfast. The loud sloshing and splashing filled the hall, along with the squelches and groans of a belly pushed to its limits.
But Roma simply furrowed her furry brow, took on a determined expression, and gave a firm:
*GULP*
*squarsh*
Her swelling gut wobbled as shifting outlines of body parts danced across the surface.
*GULP*
The towering bulge suddenly went stiff, jiggling with little twitches as the outlines suddenly became much more distinct and fixed, pressed unmovingly into place by muscle and mounds of mush.
*gl…urk*
“Ah…”
Roma felt the human’s feet clear her tongue, and let out a long, satisfied breath, feeling the slow, firm descent as her throat worked hard to pack away her new lunch. Her belly grew larger and tighter still, swelling right to the limit, as the last of her lady-meal’s legs finally slipped into their spot, squeezed not-so-happily into the raccoon’s hungry stomach.
“Nice,” the predator said with a smile, patting her huge gut.
With a bit of help from her hands, she pushed herself to sit upright. The movement came with the clear sound of all her stomach contents rolling and rushing over themselves, sloshing wildly as gravity shifted. As liquids trickled and solids tumbled, new pockets of gas burbled up and merged, growing into a rising gurgle that suddenly burst from her jaws a moment after finding her throat:
*UUUURP*
Her fighting meal put all the more effort into her struggles, but there was hardly any room to move, especially after that, and the added vigor made little real difference.
Quite satisfied, the raccoon went through her own effort of getting back up onto her feet, and readjusting her balance to account for the new weight. Though it was more like a familiar, returning weight, really.
After all, they didn’t put raccoons into the advanced predator class who just get by on a few casual catches every now and then. No, only the most proficient predators made it into that class. Like someone who could consistently pack away multiple prey in a single day, and put the entire remainder of her species to shame.
Roma stood up straight and flexed her belly, testing it against the bulk of calories inside. Tight as a drum, just how she liked it.
A few classmates passed by, most of them sparing a few glances her way, and one in particular happened to catch her eye. Another human girl, a total tomboy, walking fast and giving out an especially sharp look in the predator’s direction. Maybe it was because of the delightfully satisfying female now stewing in her stomach, but Roma thought the passing girl looked pretty appetizing.
Maybe I’ll have her for dinner? thought the raccoon.
…
Roma stretched, hiking her hefty belly a bit higher in the air. It gurgled and sloshed happily as the busy muscles flexed, churning the soupy contents within. The large raccoon let out a large sigh as she relaxed, then finally started her walk toward the school’s exit.
It had been another good day. Not that every class had been a breeze, but just about every day was good when you got to walk around this full. Now that school was over, she’d get to lug her prize home- or what was left of it, at least- and show off as she passed all her other classmates. Even bloated as she was, she was already pondering what she might do for dinner. Maybe she’d go out hunting again in a couple hours? Catch a third human to gurgle through the night?
Her belly rumbled hungrily at the thought as she approached the doors.
*gurg*
And then a familiar tomboy caught her eye and, well…
*guuurgle*
Isn’t that the tasty looking one I spotted at lunchtime? Well, lucky me…
The raccoon clenched her belly slightly, feeling up the contents inside. She was still pretty full, but her breakfast was all but gone at this point, and her lunch was well on its way.
Hmmm…I’ve got room, I can snag an early dinner~
As her prey passed through the doors, Roma picked up her pace, quickly gaining ground. She moved surprisingly swiftly for someone so full, but that was exactly the kind of skill that got her into her advanced class. She caught up with her meal-to-be on the front steps, and with a bit of careful footwork managed to close the remaining distance on the way down.
Perfect. The extra height will make it easy, just wait until she gets off the last step… and…
“Wha!!”
A shocked cry broke through the chatter of the school-goers, followed a moment later by a loud *slorsh*! when a certain stuffed belly came crashing down. Everyone nearby quickly turned to look at the hefty raccoon as she completed her pounce.
But the predator wasn’t happily wrapping her claws around a meal, instead she was frantically clawing at her eyes.
“Agh! What the-!?” Roma practically growled, squinting and blinking. There was no squirming human beneath her bulk like she’d planned. Instead, she could see just well enough to make out the little satisfied smirk on that tomboy’s face standing safely next to her. She ran back through the last moments in her mind. Her prey had turned around just before it would have been too late, pulling a hand from a pocket and flinging something right in her face. “W-was that sand!?”
“Yup,” came the simple reply. “Nice try, but I could hear you sloshing a mile away! Go ‘steal’ someone else for dinner, fluffy.”
Roma growled, catching the joke at her species’ expense, but her prey quickly turned tailless-tail and dashed off before the thwarted pred could even get back to her feet. The raccoon girl continued to rub her digits angrily across her reddened eyes, brushing past the characteristic ‘bandit mask’ pattern in her fur.
With her vision clearing up, she glanced around, noticing all the other kids and how they looked at her: The clumsy pred who had just fallen belly-first into the dirt and lost her dinner, not even able to catch a scrawny little human tomboy.
Oh, that does it. That girl is belly fat.
…
Roma hadn’t caught herself a dinner that night after all. It just hadn’t felt right. Choosing another prey felt like giving up on her last one, and she was not giving up. No, she was just waiting. Waiting for the next best opportunity to strike.
Okay, Breakfast, where are you?
The determined predator was standing inconspicuously by the school’s flagpole, with a clear view of the front steps only a short distance away, silently waiting for her quarry to appear. Her belly rumbled greedily as scores of other tasty meals walked by, but she ignored it all. This morning, she only had eyes for-
There you are.
Breakfast approached the school from down the road, flanked by two side dishes, another two human girls. They moved quickly and made little chitter-chatter as they went, reaching the steps and then proceeding casually inside the school.
Roma slunk into the crowd quietly behind them, leaving a bit of a margin at first, but slowly closing the distance. She thought back over the previous encounter, what that tomboy had said and what she’d done. The raccoon’s belly was much smaller now, padded only with ex-human flab, rather than that loud, sloshing, ex-human soup that had given her away last time.
No more dumb tricks this time. I won’t even give you the chance.
“Oh, this is us. See you later, Julie.”
“See ya,” the tomboy replied, waving goodbye to her two friends as they split off towards a passing classroom door.
Roma picked up the pace, resisting the urge to grin.
Julie, huh? Nah, I think I prefer Breakfast… Closer… closer…
Only a few feet away, she saw a twitch run through the tomboy’s body. A flinch. Her prey had noticed her. But it was too late this time! The moment Roma recognized the reaction, she rushed forward the final few steps. There was no way this human would be able to outrun her, and this time her hands were nowhere near her pockets and whatever dumb tricks might be hiding within. No, this time, that tomboy was-
In half a blink, Julie’s hand grabbed out to one side, snatching, of all things, a beanie off the head of a passing schoolboy.
Roma’s face scrunched with determination as she shifted forward into her final lunge. What was a silly hat going to do!? Her soon-to-be-meal started to whirl around in an attempt to face her predator, not that the human could possibly have enough time to use that to her advantage. To her credit, the tomboy did quickly lean to one side, just managing to avoid plunging directly into the raccoon’s rapidly spreading jaws, but there would be no avoiding her wide, outstretched arms, claws beared and quickly bearing down on-
Suddenly, blackness. It had been a blur, so quick that even the keen-eyed predator almost hadn’t seen. The human’s hand had shot up and that stupid beanie- Roma felt the thick, fluffy material pressed up against her eyes, the band pulled tight over the back of her head. She fumbled for a moment, bringing her arms together quickly to try and snare her infuriating prey, but her claws found only open air.
“Hey! W- Whoa!” the surprised boy yelled, first noticing his missing hat, followed by the charging pred. Accompanying his cry was the rush of air in the raccoon’s ear as her prey somehow just managed to slip away, followed by the rapid patter of fleeing footsteps growing quickly fainter.
Roma stumbled, catching herself from her failed pounce with a few heavy steps before clawing the swiped headwear off her face. Her eyes blinked open just in time to catch Julie disappearing around a corner at the far end of the hall.
The raccoon girl growled and scowled, clutching the beanie between her claws, a single thought dominating her mind.
HOW did she get away AGAIN!?
…
*sigh*
*plonk*
Julie let out her breath as she planted herself down in a quiet stall of the girls’ room. Classes had just gotten out, but the growing cacophony of the halls was just a faint rumble in the otherwise empty restroom. She took some comfort in the quiet privacy of the moment. For about five seconds. That’s when she heard the outside chatter and clatter grow louder as another kid opened the door to step inside. Figures. Not like she was the only girl who had some business to do between classes.
As the door fell shut, she noticed the rather heavy footsteps filling the hush, as the newcomer picked a stall of their own. It was either the fattest human chick in school, or a predator, if not both. In any case, all the more reason for Julie to hurry up and make herself scarce.
Unfortunately, she’d only just sat down, and biology worked at its own pace. Still, she did her best to finish quickly, clean up and make her way to the sinks. She turned on the water and started to rinse, but hadn’t even reached for the soap before she heard the unmistakable *flush*.
Julie picked up the pace, but just as she started washing off the suds, the stall door swung open and out stepped-
You’ve got to be kidding me.
A noticeably chubby raccoon girl casually strolled out from the toilet and parked herself at the nearest sink, one that was in between Julie and the exit door. The predator turned on her tap, then happened to glance to her side. She did a double take, then held her gaze.
“You,” said Roma, quickly recognizing the tomboy.
“Yup. Me,” the human girl replied. Her voice had a clear hint of recognition as well; it was hard not to remember the kid who had tried to eat her twice in as many days. But she turned the water off calmly and went for some nearby towels. No use scrambling and panicking now.
“That was a dirty trick you pulled with that hat,” Roma jabbed, still washing her clawed hands, but with her sharp gaze pointed directly at her stubborn schoolmate.
“Yeah, well, your ‘mask’ didn’t work too well blocking that sand the first time, so I figured you could use something better to cover your eyes.” The tomboy smirked, as an indignant growl rumbled from the raccoon with the wet hands and deathly glare.
“You’re not getting away this time, Julie.”
“Aw, you learned my name,” came the teasing reply. “Does that mean I get to know yours?”
“Grrr-Roma. Let’s see how well I can hear you say it from inside my gut!”
The angry predator suddenly rushed for her prey. The tomboy, only three steps away, with her back literally to the wall, had absolutely nowhere she could turn to avoid the hungry, furry mass as it barreled toward her.
So Julie faced Roma, head on. Much to the raccoon’s surprise, the human just as suddenly started to sprint right at her. It was a surprising burst of speed, and the hefty pred had to react quickly to readjust her imminent pounce to account for the much shorter distance. Her clawed paw came down hard as she shifted her weight forward, baring her teeth. If this scrawny little tomboy thought she could somehow plow through the hungry raccoon, the truth was about to hit her like a quarter ton of muscle, flab and-
Julie, at the last second, pushed hard against one of the passing sinks, shifting her course off to the side and ducking low. Roma tried to compensate, bearing down even lower, but the hyperactive human fell just out of view, and a split second later she felt a sharp impact against her leg.
“No-!” *THUD*
Tripped and knocked off balance, the angry raccoon landed hard on her distinctly empty belly, just before the sounds of the busy hallways filled the girls’ room, a new pair of fleeing footsteps joining the march of students.
“Ugh!” Roma yelled to the now-empty bathroom. “How does that girl keep getting away from me!?” She let out her breath and picked herself up. “I gotta say, that one’s craftier than she looks…” the predator grumbled with notable frustration. But then another thought crossed her mind, and the raccoon couldn’t help growing a little smirk of her own. “Been a while since I’ve caught prey like that.”
…
Any minute now… the hungry raccoon thought to herself.
Her stomach grumbled loudly, impatiently, but she ignored it. She had a noticeable pot-belly now, which was a severe downgrade from her usual state of being so full of prey that no one could notice her pudge. Honestly, even the potbelly was looking on the leaner side these last couple days; all those human lives added to her haunches, all slipping away. She’d practically been starving herself all week- well starving herself of humans at least- but that would all end now. Breakfast was about to be served.
Any minute, Julie’s gonna round that bend, she told herself, watching the flow of arriving students.
Behind her, the steady morning breeze whipped at the flag overhead, and rattled the dangling rope and clips against the tall pole. Distant chatter and tempting scents drifted her way on the wind, as she watched and waited. She knew the girl would be arriving any second now; she’d been learning the human’s routine, studying her chosen prey, and following every bit of advice from her advanced predator class. Julie always arrived at just about this time, from exactly that direction, and Roma was sure she’d be able to pick out the rushing tomboy from amidst the crowd of-
“Oh, hey, Roma.”
The raccoon practically flinched. A person walked by, having come up from behind, now heading toward the steps. She recognized the voice even before the sight.
“J-Julie!?”
The tomboy turned around, but continued to walk backwards, smiling and waving as she passed.
“You think just because you’ve gotten away a few times you can just walk by without-!”
Roma lunged forward, aiming to shove those smirking lips between her own, and satisfaction bloomed in her chest when she saw the human’s eyes grow wider as the raccoon’s jaws did the same.
Julie saw the muzzle splay into a massive gape, as the red, hungry maw sprung forward to cover her view. The ravenous abyss into which hundreds of other kids just like her had disappeared forever. Dozens of teeth that wanted nothing more than to grab hold of her, all framing a gleaming tongue that wanted nothing more than to taste her.
*Hrrrk*!
The pouncing predator suddenly lurched to a halt. The flagpole’s rope whipped taut, and the gaping maw abruptly snapped shut, just inches from the tomboy’s nose.
Roma grunted a few times at the sudden pressure around her neck, before managing to relieve the sensation by slightly backing off.
“Wh- What the!?” She kept her eyes firmly fixed on her prey, but reached back searchingly with her claws to find the rope and the metal carabiner at the end attached to her- “Did you clip the rope to my collar!?”
Julie’s response wasn’t so much an answer as it was a sound.
“Boop.”
The tomboy quickly reached out and tapped a finger lightly on the raccoon’s nose. An action followed very quickly by a speedy duck to avoid an angry grab from a very embarrassed pred girl.
Julie laughed; a bubbly sort of sound despite its rough edges.
“Sorry, couldn’t resist. I knew you’d be waiting for me by the flagpole and I just had to try it.”
“What!? But, how!?”
“Well, you’ve done it every day so far,” Julie revealed with a shrug. “But hey, at least that means no one was really looking this way to see it, huh?” she offered as consolation. “Anyway, better get out of here before you figure out how to unclip that thing. See ya next time.” The tomboy winked and stuck out her tongue rather playfully, before turning back around and dashing off toward the steps.
Roma, once again, had no choice but to watch her go, as she fumbled around for the release.
Ugh… she got me good this time…
…
“Ouch! Son of a…”
The cry caught Roma’s attention, despite being dull and distant. At first, she didn’t know why, until she placed the voice and then placed her eyes on the source.
Way down the road, that tomboy Julie was hopping on one foot, biting her lip.
“Stupid, messed up…” the distant voice devolved into grumbles as the human glared down toward something in her path which evidently had been in the perfect place for her to stub her toe.
The raccoon smirked and snorted and in passing thought, Hope she’s alright.
…
Wait… WHY do I hope she’s alright!? I’ve been trying to churn her into slop all week!
At that very moment, the predator’s belly gave a loud, hungry rumble. In that entire week, she hadn’t provided a single other human to that churning gut of hers. She’d taken to after-school trips to the mall in efforts to find other interesting foods to satisfy her hunger, refusing to settle for any other human than that one right there.
Screw it! No mall today! This is my chance to finally nom that chick!
*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* *thud*
Julie looked up. At first she’d thought the sound was just her own frustrated hopping, but she’d quickly noticed that the impacts didn’t line up. Looking down the road, she suddenly recognized the big raccoon girl barreling straight toward her.
“Julie!” Roma roared, meeting her eyes. “Hope you’re ready to fill me up!”
The tomboy continued to stare for a few moments as the predator sprinted closer, and then finally lunged, claws and teeth bared in a ferocious display.
Julie took a single large step to the left.
*THUD*
…The rather large raccoon skidded to a stop and then just… laid there, face to the ground. Julie looked down, almost worried, until Roma gave a large, clearly exasperated sigh.
“Geeze, that one was pretty bad for you huh?” the tomboy asked.
“…Tell no one…”
“I won’t tell if you won’t~”
Seeing the other girl was okay, Julie decided to get going before the hungry pred picked herself up and decided she wanted a second try.
Guess I’m going to the mall after all.
…
“Heh, nice,” Julie muttered to herself. She’d just managed to trip up a fox boy who’d pounced on her; got him to run into an open locker. Now she was quickly making her escape, glancing back to admire her handiwork even as she dashed around a corner and out of sight.
If only she had looked forward again a little sooner, she might have noticed the wet floor before she felt her shoes start to slip.
“Shi- Whoa-whoa-whoa! Look out!” she cried as she lost control; a general warning to anyone nearby.
Rather than sharply cutting the corner as she’d intended, she turned a few degrees and then skidded and stumbled out towards the far wall. She caught a quick glimpse of another girl turning away from her locker and spreading her arms wide for a catch, just before the two collided.
“Oof!” the tomboy grunted as she came to a sudden stop. But the chest she’d run into and the arms that quickly wrapped around her kept her from falling over. The embrace was remarkably firm and steady. Catching her breath and looking up with an awkward smile, she offered an appreciative, “Nice save.”
But her words were shaded with more than a little worry. Because the girl who’d so quickly caught her had a furry, whiskered muzzle and little rounded ears.
The otter, at first wearing a startled expression, grew a pleasantly surprised smile. The arms around Julie’s back tightened.
Shit.
*NOMF*
It was no more ceremonious than that, and it happened too quickly for the tomboy to do anything about it. With literally nowhere to go, the maw shot open and quickly molded itself over her face. In the blink of an eye, Julie’s entire vision was suddenly filled with the funnel of fleshy, flexing pink that was the predator’s gullet. She watched it tense and twitch before it took hold of her head and pulled her forward with a loud, wet:
*GULP*
No! No no no no! Shit!
Julie quickly pressed her palms against the otter’s shoulders in an attempt to push herself back out, but the deadly embrace gave her no room for leverage, and another hungry swallow took her own shoulders into the yawning maw, restricting her movement even further.
Guts! GUTS!! Julie screamed in her head, half panicking and half scolding herself for making such a stupid, rookie mistake.
The otter’s throat squelched loudly in her ears as her body lurched lower into the predator’s hungry gullet. After all those years of quick feet and slick escapes, it was all coming to an abrupt, quick end down the even slicker throat of a random high school pred.
*GULP*
She wriggled desperately as she felt her chest slip through the otter’s jaws, her head now poking through the entrance to the churning stomach beyond, already warming up to take care of this impromptu lunch. She felt a pair of firm, predatory hands around her hips, claws digging possessively into her pants.
But wait… the otter’s hands were still around Julie’s legs! She could feel them! Then whose claws were-
*SCHLURK*!
“Whaaa- Oof!”
With a sudden, powerful tug, Julie felt her entire body lurch backwards against the hungry pull of her predator’s throat. Her upper body slid completely free of the living vice in an instant, the momentum sending her flying off onto her butt, landing hard on the- ground?
Whatever she’d landed on, it sure didn’t feel like the hard floor of the school hallway. It had way too much give and felt way too… soft.
Shaking the saliva from her eyes, Julie quickly looked up and found herself staring straight up the snout of a raccoon girl. Said snout was thankfully closed, giving her a view of the other pred’s face, rather than another greedy gullet. And the face looked distinctly familiar.
Roma stared down at the half-dripping girl laying atop her belly, meeting the human’s gaze. Julie’s entire body rose and fell with the rapid, heavy heaves of the raccoon’s lungs, as the frantic adrenaline started to fade from Roma’s system.
The raccoon had just been walking to her next class when she’d caught sight of that otter catching Julie, and then… she’d just… acted.
*GUUUURGLE*
The great, starving, empty belly below the human girl rumbled like a minor earthquake. They both glanced down at it, then back up to each other. Roma had been working hard all week to finally get this girl into that belly… The furry muzzle parted.
“…Geeze, that was a pretty bad one for you, huh?” the raccoon asked, sarcastically casual.
“…Tell no one?” Julie replied with a smirk and a shrug.
“I won’t tell if you won’t~”
With that, Roma kindly shoved the tomboy off her chest and sat up, brushing the excess drool from her shirt. Just in time to get an earful from the mouth it had all come out of.
“Um- excuse you!” the otter shouted, clearly more than a little upset. “What’s your deal!? You can’t just run up and steal my lunch! You pulled her right out of my-”
*NOMF*
Julie couldn’t help being a bit startled when she saw the raccoon’s jaws suddenly wrap themselves around the angry otter’s face. There was a clear moment of stunned surprise before the turning tables sunk in, but Roma had already given another quick swallow before the other predator had a chance to start struggling, and from there the relative difference in size and strength did the rest.
Being a particularly large raccoon, with skills enough to earn her place in the advanced class, Roma didn’t show much issue at all working the other, former predator down her gullet, pinning the otter’s arms and pushing them through her jaws for the quick trip to the very eager, very hungry stomach that had been patiently waiting all week for a big, squirming meal.
As the last of her unexpected lunch cleared her throat, Roma finished standing back on her feet, and let out a very satisfied:
*UUUUURP*!
“Phew, I needed that,” the raccoon muttered happily.
Then she looked to the girl who was decidedly not in her belly. The one who was still just casually standing there, shooting her a look. The one whose life she’d just saved. The one who, as she’d just recently come to figure out, she actually preferred being alive rather than digesting- even if she certainly would make a marvelously rowdy meal.
“So, wanna hang out later?” Roma asked. The tomboy smirked and shrugged.
“Yeah, sure. You wanna hit the mall after school?”