"Hmnphff..."
PLOP FBLRRFBLL PLOP SPLCH
A mound of poop and bones grows in the bowl beneath Belle's bunny butthole. The 3-year-old isn't used to using a grown-up toilet, nor is she used to the weird feeling of bones tickling her rear end on their way out.
"Good girl! I'm so proud of you~" the bunny girl's mother says in a sing-song voice as she ruffles the fur of her head affectionately, "Now, do you think you've filled the bowl with your friend?"
Belle gives an embarrassed little nod. Her belly is still ballooned out with the digested remains of her playmate.
"Now, we just-" Belle's mommy pushes down the handle over the little girl's shoulder, "Flush~" The pred-manufactured toilet forcefully flushes down all the contents of the bowl, snapping bones and swirling brown mush down the drain. "And we're ready to make more poopies~"
FLRRSHHLLRFGHLLRRRSHHHHHHHHH...
It was hours ago that the little girl's mother had walked in on her with her playmate halfway down her throat. She thought for sure she was going to get in trouble, but her mother was overjoyed.
It wasn't like she wanted to mulch up her friend; she'd invited the little tabby boy over for a playdate after all. He'd put his hand in her mouth to tease her, though, and she just couldn't help herself. She was hungry, and he was tasty.
Belle's mom had taken pictures and watched with such excitement as the rest of the little boy slipped down her gullet, and she snuggled up to her and hugged her and kissed her all over when the little boy finally disappeared entirely. She was so proud of her little pred.
FBLRRFBLLLRRTLLL PFRRRRRRT FBRRRBLLLRRT
"M-Mommy, it's not coming out!" Belle says, with a clear hint of panic in her voice, as she pushes and pushes on more of her friend's remains. Only gas and a small amount of soft poopie is able to escape her.
"Shhh, shh, it's alright, sweetie," her mother reassures, "It's probably just his pelvis. Here, let me show you what mommy does for that." The mother leans over and gently presses on and massages the bloated gut of her little daughter. With slow, methodical pushes and squeezes, she works the pelvis into a position where it's longways vertically. "Now try~"
PFFRRRR... BLRRBFLRLRLLTTT... PFBLRRRR SPLORCH
With a loud pop and a lot of effort, the pelvis finally escapes and lands in the toilet below.
FLRRRBFLRLLLRT BLLRRRBFLLLRLRLTBLLL SPLRTLATLRRR
A landslide of poopies follows immediately after with the blockage cleared, including the other toddler's entire spine. The bowl is nearly overflowing from it, and Belle's mommy quickly moves to flush for her again.
FLLRRRSHHRLRLLFRHSHHHLLRRRRRSHRRRHSHHHHHH...
In the hours following her first prey, Belle's mother had been positively bursting with excitement. She snuggled her precious baby on the couch and let her watch her favorite shows while she called up everyone in the family as well as a few close friends to tell them all about it. She made multiple Furbook posts, sent dozens of texts, and even printed the photos for the family album.
Finally, she had to call the little boy's mother to tell her what happened. It'd be much easier than facing her at the door when she showed up in a couple short hours to pick up her little one, after all.
RINGGG... RINGGG...
"Hey, this is Bella, Belle's mom," she answered.
"Yeah, yeah, about that, erm, Charlie," she responded to an unheard question.
Bella steeled herself, trying to bury down all the excitement and pride in her voice and holding back on bragging about her little one; now was certainly not the time. "My little girl ate him. He ended up being her first prey. So yeah, you won't have to come pick him up. I'm sorry for your loss."
"Yep, definitely too late. He's already stopped moving in there. Belle's fine, though, at least. Uh-huh, alright, yeah. Mhm, sorry to break the news to you. Alright, have a nice night, buh-bye," she finished the call and immediately returned her attention to her little daughter.
FBLLRRFHBLLRLLRT SPLAT FBLRBFLLRRR PFFRRRRRRRRT
Little Charlie's feline skull plops into the pile of mush in the toilet bowl. Immediately after, another slue of little girl poopies rains down on it, covering it in brown mush that slowly flows off of it into the brown slop below. With a final passing of gas, Belle is done disposing her friend.
"Is that all, sweetheart?" her mother asks tenderly.
Belle gives another little nod.
"Good job~ Mommy's very, very proud of you~" the mother leans in to hug her child while she's still sitting on the pot.
"I'm sure your tushy's gotten real messy from all that," she says, "So how about we take a quick shower to get you cleaned up?"
"Okay, Mommy," Belle says quietly.
"Good~ Can you go get the water turned on for Mommy and get in the tub? I'll join you in juuuust a second~"
Belle obliges and gets up off the toilet with some help from her mother. She makes her way over to the shower and reaches for the handles.
Meanwhile, Bella grabs her phone off the edge of the sink and snaps a picture of the little boy's skull half-buried in her daughter's mess. A final picture from her little one's first prey to be memorialized forever in the family photo album.