Day 1

Sandy is relaxing at a bar by himself, nursing some fruity drink he can't remember the name of and listening to drunks embarrass themselves at karaoke as he scouts the room for snacks. There’s several nice candidates. There’s a big dragon fellow drawing all sorts of looks. A sweet corgi girl enjoying the night with her friends. A cute mouse couple in each other’s arms. He licks his lips in anticipation. The more special and admired a snack, the better it feels going down after all. Any one of them would make a wonderful meal.

Before he can decide, he's interrupted by another patron sitting next to him. She's a petite ferret, dressed in a light blue blouse and a long pink skirt. She has little glasses perched on her nose. Absolutely adorable, no way she doesn’t have a few admirers. She’ll do.

"Hey, you come here often?" She asks.
"Only on days that end in y," he replies. He thinks he's clever. He's not, but she's amused anyway.

The two talk the night away. Her name's Rachel. She's a biology major from the local college on summer break, looking for a good time before heading back. She's not exactly subtle. Sandy strings the conversation along, his mind distracted by thoughts of how that evening will end. Just like a hundred previous folks who found him cute, they'll go back to his place, keep the neighbors up all night with loud, raunchy sex, and then she'll just be another tasty snack sliding down his gullet.

"I know you're thinking about eating me," she says, interrupting a story about her friend Becky.
Sandy is taken aback by this. This was... unexpected. "Really? What gave it away?"
"I was across the street at the laundromat when you binged on the fast food place the other day," she confesses.
"And you still approached me?" Sandy asked incredulously.
"It's why I did. I admit... I'm a little jealous." she says, poking his belly.

It wasn't every day a snack walked up and offered themselves on a silver platter. Especially one as delectable as this. How could he pass her up?

Day 2

Sandy stretches, gets out of bed, and makes himself an extra large plate of pancakes. Rachel was definitely something. She knew she was just another meal, and rather than run away she rode him like it was her last night on earth.

He’d been so used to prey panicking when they finally found out they were food, trying to do anything to delay the inevitable. Rachel… she knew, and her passion was all the more kindled for it. His stomach rumbles loudly as he thinks of her.

Warm fuzzy arms reach around his waist and gave his belly a squeeze. "Aww, is someone regretting not eating last night?"

Sandy places his paw on Rachel's, stroking them lightly. "I never regret savoring a meal."

Day 10

The two visit the bar every other night. Every once in a while, they find some cute fellow interested in a threesome. Once again, Rachel helps work another squirming meal down Sandy's throat, a wriggling otter fellow. This time, she doesn’t let go as the food slips out of sight. She tilts her head back in exhilaration as his gullet pulls on her paws. 

Sandy lays a paw on her arm, gently pushing it back. She gets the hint and releases the otter. He gives her paws a respectful kiss after she pulls them out. “Not tonight. One day though.”

The two of them make out. She can still taste the prey's taste on his tongue. He tasted delicious.

Day 20

Rachel and Sandy snuggle on a lawn chair on the apartment's back porch, beer in hand. She's quiet. Very quiet. Sandy asks if anything's wrong.

"No... just thinking," she says. "You ever think about the meals you've had, where their lives may have gone if they hadn't run into you?"

"I try not to. Why, do you?"

"A little. Sometimes I wonder if you might be swallowing down the next great scientist, or a musician who may enrich people's lives. The thought makes it more arousing... but I do feel guilty sometimes. Still... I like to think at least as often it's someone who'll just go on to have a terrible life. Or hell, someone who'll make lives worse for others."

Sandy considers this for a bit. "Could be nice to do some good for a change. Economy's in the shitter, and the wealthy sure aren’t helping that. Eat the rich?"

Day 21

Sandy pops a bottle of champagne, and the two lovers share it. An hour later, Rachel's bent over the hood of a trophy Lamborghini destined to sit in a garage all its life, getting plowed by the man she loves, the CEO whose mansion they’re in kicking and squirming in the sandshrew's belly. Feeling the squirms fade away makes the moment all the more magical.

Day 36

They spend another long night drinking at the bar. No meals this time around. They walk home together, laughing and singing. They don't notice the large husky trailing them, until he slams Sandy against a wall. He's dazed, and the booze certainly isn't helping. By the time he climbs to his feet the husky has a knife pulled on him and is holding Rachel against a wall. "Stay down shorty. You don't want this getting ugly do you?"

The husky must have thought he was easily intimidated because he was small. Or that she was for that matter. She knees the rapist in the groin as Sandy charges for a tackle. The husky recovers fast enough to bury a knife in Sandy's shoulder. He doesn’t care. He holds the man down, Rachel grabbing his legs to keep him from squirming, and the pair helped slide him into Sandy's stomach. Looks like he got a meal after all.

They don’t quite account for the husky having a second knife. Sandy kneels over with stomach pains as the man tries to cut his way free. The attack causes his stomach to respond by swiftly digesting him without the usual stimulations, but not before the damage is done.

Day 40

It hurts for Sandy to eat. Rachel pleads with him to visit a hospital, but Sandy's not quite sure it's a good idea. He's not quite sure how his belly manages to be bigger on the inside, and isn't sure the result surgery would have. Eventually, she talks him into it. They insist that surgery should only be taken as a last resort, and in the end the doctor decides to hook him up to an IV and keep him monitored in the hospital. Rachel visits him every day.

Day 53

Sandy is let out of the hospital, and told to take it easy. Naturally, the two celebrate by finding a cute hyena boy into bondage to try out how his stomach is doing. It performs admirably, the tied up and gagged morsel rendered down into chyme without pain or issue. Sandy and Rachel make love like it's their first night together.

Day 72

Sandy surprises Rachel with a trip to the fair, followed by a romantic movie, and a candlelit feast.

"What's the special occasion?" she asks him.
"It's the moment you've been waiting for since we met," he says. "It's finally your turn."

After dinner, the two share a final selfie together. She's giving him rabbit ears behind his head. They make love one last time, until they're both spent. Then, finally, he slips her feet into his mouth, and begins to swallow. She scratches him behind the ears and smiles at him as she sinks further down his throat without complaint. Once she's mostly all the way in, she holds his head in her paws and kisses him on the nose one last time. She holds her breath as she slips fully into his throat, he swallows... and she's gone. He can feel her in there, shifting around and getting comfortable. Between the meal and sating his sex drive, his stomach isn't in any rush to process her. He doesn't swallow any fresh air for her either. Eventually, she passes out.

He waits a while after she stops squirming before forcing himself to paw off. He thinks about her, about all the moments they shared together. The life she had ahead of her that she willingly gave up to him. It's more than enough. He doesn't last long, and the closer and closer he gets to climaxing, the more his stomach works to process his lover. By the time he spurts all over his belly, there's nothing left of Rachel. Fully digested, painlessly he hopes.

Day 73

Sandy prints out the photos from his camera and collects them in a scrapbook. All his favorite moments with Rachel. For most prey, he took pride in how casually he disposed of them. He was happy to not even remember their names, to label them as nothing but food from the moment he met them. Not Rachel though. It wasn't every day he came across a willing prey like that.

A part of him misses her, but he doesn’t regret what he did. It’s what she wanted after all, and their romance was all the sweeter for its brevity. His only memories of her would be ones of joy. He wipes away the tears forming at the corner of his eyes, and places the scrapbook on the shelf. Her smiling face from their last photo adorns the side.

He never did forget her. Every now and then he’d pull the book down and relive the time they shared together. It felt like swallowing her all over again, a part of her that would always be around forever.