It's a quiet day, with not much going on. Bandit sits at the computer in a cubicle, entertaining himself by playing a game of Freecell. He knows there's a low chance of winning, but it's still nice seeing the notification when he does. Little rewards keep him going, no matter how-
"Excuse me?"
The raccoon looks up from the monitor and to his right, giving a calm smile to the grey cat in business casual. "Mhm?"
Samantha blinks, looking at the screen. "What are you doing?"
"Playing Freecell," Bandit replies matter-of-factly.
"I see that, but-"
"Then why'd you ask?"
The cat blinks again, her eyes narrowing as she adjusts her lime-green button-up shirt. "Why are you playing games instead of working?"
Raising an eyebrow, the raccoon answers "I finished all my work."
Sam tilts her head in clear disapproval of the raccoon. "Then find something else to do; you can't-"
"I did find something else. It's called Freecell."
A faint growl builds in the mayor's throat. "Look, I don't know who you are, but-"
"Bandit. Charmed to meet you, Mayor Weltzin."
"Stop interrupting me, please!" Sam blurts out, huffing to catch her breath and collect herself. She straightens her bright red necktie, then shakes her head. "Excuse me… Please find something productive to do, Mister Bandit."
The raccoon smirks and responds in a cliché mobster accent. "You got it, boss!"
"Ugh…"
The feline steps away to her office, shaking her head. Bandit immediately returns to the computer, switching his game to Spider Solitaire.
Several rounds go by, and he does quite well at it! Nearly every game, he wins, and it's nice to be able to-
"Bandit!"
The raccoon turns, now to the left, and gives Sam a gentle smile. "Yes?"
"I already told you about playing games on your shift!"
Bandit shakes his head. "You've got it wrong – I'm not playing games."
"Huh? Then what's that?"
He chuckles. "It's a cognitive reinforcement activity. Keeps me quick-witted. Makes sure I don't end up, say… Working as a mayor for some random town." Bandit smirks. "Can't imagine being unintelligent enough and desperate enough to take a job like that…"
Samantha pauses, her face going through a series of emotions all in rapid succession. Irritated, angry, offended, and more. Eventually, she settles on exasperated, muttering "I'd better not catch you playing games on the computer again, Bandit."
"Then don't look at my screen. Simple solution."
The cat's eye twitches, and she leaves in a huff.
Bandit shrugs and turns off the computer before standing with a stretch. He heads to the break room, walking over to the coffee maker for a drink.
Forty minutes later, the mayor enters the office breakroom as well, asking "Hey, does anyone know where everyone… Is…?"
Trailing off, she sees nearly the entire floor of workers crowded around the coffee maker – And at the machine is Bandit, pressing buttons in a rapid manner.
"What the- Bandit? What are you doing?"
The raccoon taps the timer button, then looks over at Sam. "Playing Doom."
"Huh?"
"Yeah. You said not to play on my computer, so I'm playing it here. It's amazing what will run this game."
The mayor's bewilderment turns to quiet rage as she angrily says "That's it. You need to pack your stuff and leave."
The raccoon shrugs. "Up to you; just means more you'll have to do."
Sam retorts "You weren't doing anything useful!"
But Bandit grins as an idea comes to mind. "Fair enough. But you're saying I'm fired?"
"Yes, now get out."
Grinning wider, Bandit challenges her. "Go on, mark it off in your system and get me my pink slip."
Visibly sick of his insubordination, the mayor turns and leaves, as the raccoon heads back to the computer.
Just before the door closes, he hears an employee ask, "So… How do we get our coffee now?"
Back at the desk, the raccoon neatly packs away the few possessions he has before booting up the computer for another game of Freecell. But it doesn't last long before Samantha interrupts him again.
"Uh… Bandit?"
"Mhm?"
"What, uh… What department do you work in?"
The raccoon chuckles. "None, presently."
She sighs. "What did you work in?"
"You tell me. You're the one in charge, aren't you?"
Sam blinks, narrowing her eyes again, growing suspicious. "That's the thing. There are no records of you here. No employee file, no hiring application – Nothing."
"Huh, funny that."
"Do you have any idea why that might be the case?"
Bandit smirks. "Well, either your staff is completely incompetent, or…"
The cat's eyes widen. "Or… You never really worked here at all, did you?"
"Took you long enough."
"What the- But… Why?"
He shrugs. "Wanted to see if I could, and how long it'd be before anyone noticed. Took you about three days to realize I didn't belong here."
Several seconds pass in silence as Bandit shuts off the computer and stands, stretching his tall, lanky body out again.
Finally, Sam speaks up in a low voice. "You do realize you're going to be charged with trespassing on and an illegal infiltration of a government office, right?"
"Charged?" Bandit's tone remains as calm and carefree as ever. "I didn't infiltrate – You saw; I was just dicking around. And you let me stay for three days now."
"You weren't supposed to be here. And the law is the law."
"Hmm… But since I don't work here, I'm not bound by the rules of the workplace, right?"
"I mean… You're bound by the law, so-"
"But not the workplace, right?"
Confused, Sam blinks. "I uh… I guess not?"
"Great!"
Before the cat can react, Bandit lunges forward and grabs Samantha by the waist, lifting the five-foot-four feline up to his height of six-foot-five!
"Wha- Bandit, what are you doing?!"
The raccoon smirks, licking his lips with his deep blue tongue. "Gonna treat myself to a severance gift!"
Sam tries to say something, but Bandit opens his maw wide and stuffs her face-first inside before she can speak! The cat can only struggle, squirming desperately in the raccoon's grip – But he's too strong for her to break free!
"Mmmh! Mmm!" Sam tries to yell for help, but she can't speak in the position he's got her!
"Mmmh~" huffs the raccoon, relishing her taste.
Gllp![/i]
Sam is pushed forward, her muzzle sinking into the tight blue gullet of the raccoon. A second, deeper swallow takes her entire head inside! The thin raccoon's neck bulges out nicely with the shape of the feline's screaming face, and that bulge descends as he gulps again.
He seems to have no trouble working her shoulders inside, barely slowing at all as he crams them into his mouth and then his throat. Even her clothing provides no obstacle as he ingests her at a quick and steady pace. He gives a darkly playful few licks near her chest, but he's mostly focused on getting her inside him.
The wet squelches of the cobalt-blue flesh around her cause Sam to struggle harder, even as she loses range of movement in her arms. She doesn't want to be eaten!
But Bandit does want to eat her. And it seems more and more likely that he'll be the one to get what he wants.
As Bandit shoves the cat's waist into his mouth, Sam breaches through the raccoon's cardia and into his stomach. Immediately, she yells out, screaming for help or for Bandit to stop, but her pleas all fall on deaf ears – If anyone aside from Bandit could even hear her at all. Her face smushes into the bottom of the chamber as she begins to curl up within, and the stomach begins to contract already, eager to make a meal out of the mayor!
The raccoon casually slurps up her legs and tail, sitting in the office chair as he brings her kicking paws into his mouth before unceremoniously swallowing them down as well. The bulge in his neck disappears behind his chest, and his now quite rounded belly wiggles once the esophageal sphincter squishes shut behind the last of his catch.
From inside, Sam yells to him. "B-Bandit! Let me out!"
"Nah."
"P-Please!"
"Nope."
"B-But, I-"
"Alright, fine, I'll let you out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, in about twelve to eighteen hours, in the restroom."
"Bandit!"
"Mhm?"
"You can't eat me!"
"The evidence would point to the contrary."
"N-No, I mean… This is illegal!"
"Oh?" Bandit chuckles. "What's the penalty?"
"A… A five-hundred-dollar fine!"
"I'll leave a check on your desk. Now quiet down, please; you're interrupting my game."
Sam attempts to protest further, but Bandit's belly clenches down on her, tightening the space until she can't move at all. Stomach fluids fill the available space – And soon, the raccoon's eyes widen as he lets out a deep Booouuurrrpp![/i]
From his mouth fly a slimy lime-green shirt, beige slacks, and a red necktie, topped with a pair of oval glasses. Bandit excuses himself, then picks up the eyewear, putting it on.
"Woah… Your eyesight sucks. At least you won't have to worry about that anymore, eh?"
"Mhhf!"
"Yeah, you make a good point. I should finish digesting you. Shouldn't take long; my metabolism is quite fast…"
"Mhh! Mhhfm!"
Bandit pats his belly, rubbing with one hand as he resumes his game of Freecell with the other hand.
Over the next thirty minutes or so, Bandit's stomach falls still, then rounds out, before shrinking in size until it's only a bit bigger than when he started. Once everything's settled, Bandit finally shuts off the computer and stands up, collecting the mayor's clothes and heading out to leave.
Only to pause near the exit as he heaves. He quickly runs to the restroom and hacks, groaning and coughing up a slimy grey furball into the toilet!
He wipes his face and smirks at his handiwork, then flushes the toilet, sending the furball (somehow) down the pipes and out of sight.
On his way out, he takes a moment to put a Help Wanted sign on the mayor's office before exiting the building.
"Man, I could go for a bite to eat…" he mutters.
