Originally posted on FA on Oct 24th, 2015 09:25 PM
"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like?"
Stef raised an eyebrow at Lucie. "What what would feel like?"
Lucie pointed, and Stef followed the line with her eyes.
The coffee shop was fairly empty -- it was late enough in the morning that the early risers had already come and gone to fuel themselves for the day. Only a few stragglers remained, those trying to catch an early brunch or those, like Stef and Lucie, who weren't working today and wanted to take advantage of the shop's open atmosphere and central location to use it as a meeting place.
Across from the small but comfortable couch where Lucie and Stef sat, a line of small tables had been installed, just large enough for two patrons to sit together and talk. Lucie's finger pointed at the only of those tables currently occupied.
The lion sitting there would have been interesting enough on his own; the massive male cut an impressive figure, with broad shoulders and a long flowing mane. Though his body possessed a significant amount of heft, especially around the gut area, powerful muscles still visibly bulge beneath his arms, bespeaking a predator who few would dare stand against.
But the fascinating thing was not the lion himself, but what he was eating.
Perhaps the male dog had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps his large gut had made him a more appealing target. For whatever the reason, the canine now found himself halfway down the lion's gullet.
"What?" Stef asked. "Eating someone?"
Lucie blushed. "N-no," she stammered. "I mean, um... being eaten."
Stef pursed her lips, resting a hand on her belly. Unlike the male canine (or at least so Lucie assumed), the possum was actually pregnant, rather than just looking like she could be. "I have to admit that I've never really thought about it, except for the fact that I'd prefer it not happen to me."
Lucie watched as the lion lowered the male further into his gullet, his muzzle squeezing the round gut into his mouth. "Right, right, of course. I just... I've always wondered. To be completely engulfed like that -- no way to fight back, no hope of escape. To know you're going to become part of a big, strong predator... just some fat on his gut, or some extra weight on their hips..."
The lion continued swallowing his prey. He had forced the dog's hands into his mouth, keeping them trapped at his sides, and was currently working on swallowing up the dog's chest. No longer needing to hold his prey in place, the canine released the scruff of the canine's neck and pushed, forcing the rest of him into his mouth.
The lion pulled his own thick fingers slowly from his mouth, as though savoring the taste on them. Then he swallowed, and the bulge moved down his throat and settled in his belly. On a predator of his size and build, the canine only slightly expanded the lion's gut, and would probably not have been visible at all if not for the occasional wiggle.
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