The feline smiled and pursed her lips at the reflection looking back at her in the mirror, capping the lid on her lipstick and fiddling for the mascara next, an idle hand resting down on her middle after hearing an impatient huff tickle at the interior of her belly.

“I just don’t get what you see in him!” a muffled voice strained to be heard from inside her, earning an amused smirk and rub of acknowledgment, the hidden figure of the rodent tucked away within felt through the layer of pudge and fur under hand.

“That’s only because you haven’t seen him.” she replied with no small amount of tease to her voice, blinking rapidly to assess the quality of her application before moving to the other eye, the slight trembling of her prey wiggling around in her gut not causing even the slightest of shake to her arms.

“Why even bother getting all gussied up and going out in the first place. I thought you said you only wanted him for his body, not his, and I quote, ‘charming personality’.” She frowned at the disturbingly accurate imitation of her voice at the last couple words, her ears flicking in satisfaction at the muffled squeak of panic that came when she pressed her hand down and squished the inner chamber to smother the prey into a tight wet ball. “H-hey!”

“It doesn’t matter what Food thinks, and the sounds I better hear out of you tonight is ‘gurgle gurgle oh gee I sure am digesting into a nice attractive layer of kittypudge’, got it?” her voice a bit more stern then she perhaps intended for it to be as she gave a final blink and stashed away the make up. She’d intended to do a bit more, but she had to admit the prey had a point - it wasn’t like he was going to be looking at her face all night anyway. She frowned slightly at the silence from her tummy as she pushed away from her station, tentatively prodding at her gut in concern hoping she hadn’t hurt his feelings.

“I just think you could do better...” his quiet voice finally squeaked, making her coo and smile while applying a healthy application of affectionate belly rubbings.

“Aint like I’m gonna marry him. When it comes to fuck buddies, it doesn’t get any better!” she stated with a jubilant twirl, practically feeling the eye-roll from inside her tum. The sound of the doorbell ringing made her perk, a giddy grin painted on her lips as she quickly slipped on her heels and pranced to the front door, feeling her occupant bouncing and yelping faintly from her internals bouncing with every step until she stopped just before the door and composed herself before opening it.

She was met with an eyefull of broad wolfchest, straining her sight up to meet the mans gaze and feeling the slight heat of her cheeks flushing at the way he looked down on her. There was a slight squirming in her gut in reaction to the increase in body temperature, the friction of her morsels movement against her inner walls adding that extra bit of excited tingling to the attraction. “Evening, Stevey~”

He bristled in a blush of his own at the greeting, smiling at her and nodding. “H-hiya Jessica.” She couldn’t help but snicker at the reaction - Steve used to be quite the runt until he hit his growth spurt halfway through highschool and became the star player of the team, but for the small few who he’d counted as friends before that never abandoned the teasing nickname, even if he made her tail twitch in all the right ways now.

After an awkward second he crooked his arm out to her as if to say ‘shall we?’ to which she happily agreed and looped her own around his, leaning against him as they padded down from her front porch and along the sidewalk. The short jaunt to the restaurant was mostly spent with the pair of predators stealing glanced at eachothers midsections only to snap back straight ahead once the tingling got too much. It was just a formality anyway, it wasn’t like either one of them was hungry after all, so the quick stop over was to be used as an excuse to oggle one another and get boozed up before they couldn’t resist anymore.

The place they stopped at catered to preds who didn’t have to worry about being hungry anymore, only having a small drink and dessert menu with the bill paid upfront mostly covering the ambiance. Once they got their table Jessica’s eyes were locked onto the sight before her, her stomach turning itself in knots the more her loins charged up, with the subsequent squirming from the putupon morsel inside only adding to the sensation with every push and grind of his helplessly curled up body against the sensitive inner walls. She didn’t hide from his eyes either, the feline knowingly leaning back in her chair to show off her mid-section and biting her lip through a shudder at the feeling of his eyes staring lewdly at the lump in her stomach.

There was a minimum of talking, but whenever Steve said anything it earned a groan-expressed-through-wiggling from her rodent which was only stemmed by the cat asking a waiter for a helping of ice cream. Of course the only thing keeping her from cringing was the lack of blood flowing to her brain, most of it directed in the opposite direction; he’d always been a runt in more ways then one and he’d been one of those friends you tolerated more then anything, and that hadn’t changed after the testosterone finally hit like a ton of bricks, which had only made him easier to tolerate with the promise of a carnal reward for her efforts now that they’d long since graduated. Once the rodent had asked if he knew the only reason she kept him around was for his body, but she didn’t care if he did or not - in a way this was just another hunt for her, for a man to satisfy a hunger of a different kind. That answer had certainly shut the tasty little smart ass up.

“What was he?” the canine asked, making her perk up curiously, not sure if she’d heard him right. Preds rarely asked one another about their meals, after all they were just food now, it didn’t matter what they’d been or how she got them, only that they were where they were in a belly where they belonged. She didn’t answer for a few seconds, but the longer he looked at her, at HER not her stomach, the more she had to conclude it’d been a serious question.

“U-umm, what?” she finally replied, scooting in her seat a bit, even feeling a curious squirm from inside as if to punctuate the confusion. The wolf didn’t seem to realize there was an issue though and merely shrugged as he sipped his drink. 

“Just curious. Realized I never asked before.” Her brow arched and her jaw hung in barely restrained befuddlement. Of course he’d never asked, no one did!

“A, uhhh... A squirrel. Why do you want to know?” She added after answering quickly, remembering her prey had once been something besides mere stuffing in her belly making her the slightest bit uncomfortable, the somewhat excitable wigglings he was making at the interest her beau was showing in his existence.

He shrugged in response, sipping at his drunk to finish it off before leaning over across the table, gazing at her. “Wanted to have the appropriate image in my head of what I’ll be smothering down into a little ball of pudge when I’m ripping into you once we get back.” Her eyes widened a bit and she felt the movements in her belly cease just as quickly, the warm shower of arousal trickling down her spine at the words. “You have no idea how hard it makes me feeling them struggle to move at all under my hand while I’m pounding away. Feeling the spank of the pudge they padded out on your ass with every hump, seems only fair to return the favor ya know?”

Her claws dug into the bottom of her seat and her toes curled at his words, a worried shiver from her prey adding to the feeling wonderful, not even trying to stop a mew of a moan from slipping out. He grinned and leaned closer but she leaned in and pushed her lips against his before he could continue, feeling the groan of his breath fill her mouth as they fought against the table to get at each other, finally pushing away from where they sat and leaving the chairs to fall back as they rushed out of the place and back to her home. She was too hot and perhaps a bit tipsy to really pay attention since before she recognized they were even there he was pushing her onto her bed. Must have been that they stripped down on the way in as well since she looked up and found his leaking member throbbing before her.

With a growl he straddled over her, his hands coming down on either side of her head while he pushed his shaft against her gut, making her giggle and softly whine at the feeling of his hot flesh pressed down through layer of fat and fur to rub against the trapped body within. It earned a muffled “oh come on!” from her stomach, making them both chuckle in amusement and arousal once he started squirming back at the intrusion, the preds hitching breath at the stimulation of the prey squirming furiously feeling amazing against the sensitive nerves lining her belly walls as well as against his cock.

That and the short restaurant visit was more then enough foreplay for them and without a word she spread her legs just as he pushed down to line up their hips, her lips puffy and leaking inviting natural lubricant that whetted his tip as he pushed it against her entrance. She squealed as he pushed in, not bothering to go slow since primal predatory instinct was driving their actions, her legs wrapping around his waist once he buried himself in to the hilt, the two shuddering and embracing close enough for their bellies to press together while her tight tunnel squeeze over his length. Her mind exploded into fireworks when she felt his prey wiggling furiously inside of him, the movements making it through enough to imprint against her own, the rodent in her own stomach feeling it just as much as she was and causing him to squirm even fiercer, causing quite a feedback loop that only brought the preds to moan and push closer together and further smothering their respective meals locked away in the core of their being. Simple sex when you were running on empty was still sex, but the embracing of a predators natural place on the food chain by hunting and devouring a prey topped that, but nothing compared to the carnal mind shattering bliss of fucking with a full belly, the dual pleasures of their organs being stimulated by one another and the helpless rodent wiggling furiously within unmatched by any other high life had to offer.

After a full minute of nearly climaxing just from the embrace alone the wolf finally growled and leaned back, pushing his hands down over her gut to balance himself as he started rocking his hips wildly into her. And feeling him live up to the tease of squashing the squirrel in her belly down to a tight pudge ball struggling to breath let alone move against the squeezing confinement of her inner walls while he thrusted away was beyond anything else. And even as her eyes started to cloud over from the orgasmic pleasure she could see his own morsel struggling with much more freedom of movement in his own gut, the sight adding to the selfish carnal glee of feeling her prey tremble in crushing suffocation until her legs tightened around the canines hips while she mewled in orgasm. The tightness of her pussy clenching and splattering around his shaft brought the wolf to his own climax, howling and erupting into her. Her tail twitched like a lightning rod for the sparks shooting down her spine at the feel of his hot sticky cream pelting her insides, the pair tense and strained before collapsing into afterglow, panting and shivering on an prolonged fading high thanks to their prey wiggling in recovery once they’d finished.

He wrapped an arm around and pulled her against him, making her giggle as he licked her cheek and playfully nipped at her shoulder, the feline purring and cuddling back into his strong muscled form feeling the slight lump of his tummy against the small of her back while his hand wrapped around and rubbed at the trapped squirrel in her middle. The rodent pushed back against the feeling of the same hands that’d crushed him earlier, the feeling of his kicking making her yelp in shocks of overstimulation, the males hand pushing down to stifle the movements and causing him to squirm in resistance in a much more soothingly comfortable fashion that brought the kitty into a wistful sigh. She was sure the poor abused squirrel would have some stern words for her come morning, but for the moment she was quite content to drift along the coast of sticky aftermath. A hiccup escaped in a squeak from her lips, making her flush and hide her face into a pillow at the sound of Steve snickering at the preys final revenge.

“H-heheh, e-excuse me.”