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Saffron moved through the forest like the wind, both in speed and in sound. She was a rustle of the leaves, the slight shift of a branch, and then she was gone, her lithe form disappearing into the foliage that she knew like the back of her paw. This forest was her home, and no one knew it better than her.

She stopped at a large tree, panting slightly from exertion, leaning against the trunk to catch a breather. She turned her head, her large ears twitching as she scanned the woods behind her.

Though she had put enough distance between herself and her pursuers to prevent her from hearing them, she could sense that she was not yet quite in the clear.


Her body still alert, Saffron put one paw on her belly. Her meal was still squirming quite a bit, and she could make out muffled pleas for help, not that any help would be forthcoming. Saffron had snagged the little mouse from a caravan that was passing through her forest. It was a risky move, but the mouse had lagged behind the other travelers, momentarily isolating herself, and Saffron had been hungry. It had been easy to snatch her quarry and disappear into the trees.

She should have carried her meal further away before eating. The caravan had noticed the disappearance and sent out searchers. She had been spotted post-meal, and now they were looking for her.

Saffron was a fox: she could handle any mouse on her own. If just one of the searchers were to find her, she might have dessert.

If they were to find her as a group? They would probably be adding a fox pelt to their caravan’s supplies.

Not that she was truly worried. This was her home, and they wouldn’t be able to track her here for long. But overconfidence had gotten her into this mess, so she wouldn’t let it sneak up on her again: as much as she wanted to relax, rest, and digest her meal, she would remain alert until she was certain she was safe.

Eventually, the searchers would realize that they couldn’t find her, and they would give up. It would be a shame that they couldn’t rescue their companion, but she, like the others, would have known the risks of traveling. Whatever goals or dreams she had, they were now over, doomed to the same fate as the mouse herself: to be melted away in the fox’s gut. Fearful of the same thing happening to them, they would give up the search and return.

And the caravan would move on, one mouse fewer. Saffron was far from the most dangerous thing out here; it was very possible that this wouldn’t be the only member the caravan would lose. Perhaps they would tighten up their security, make sure to not let anyone stray, so this kind of thing wouldn’t happen again.

Or maybe they would chalk her up as a casualty of the dangerous wilds, here one moment, gone the next. Such things happened, after all. It was only natural.

The mouse in Saffron’s belly let out a muffled, plaintive cry. Saffron responded by giving the bulge a firm pat. She ran her tongue through the space between her teeth and lips, the mouse’s flavor still lingering. Then she vanished into the trees, a fleeting breeze disappearing into the woods.

Judy panted as she leaned her belly against the alley wall. This was turning out to be harder than she had expected!

She was in good shape, but her gut was enormous. She was having trouble moving it more than a few steps. Her pregnancy probably wasn’t helping, either.

And it certainly didn’t help that her meal was fighting up a storm! She had already clawed halfway up Judy’s throat twice, only to be swallowed back down. Judy wasn’t worried about her escaping, but the constant movement made trying to walk awkward. Even if she were able to move, it was going to be slow, and there was no way she could pretend that this was just a pregnancy belly.


She was definitely in trouble. If only she had thought to bring her phone!

Wait: there on the ground. Judy could see something glinting in the light from the end of the alley. It was a small plastic rectangle: her prey’s phone!

Judy took a deep breath, then grunted as she reached for it. With one hand on her squirming belly, she stretched out her fingers, grasping for her potential salvation.

“Gotcha!”

Judy snatched up the phone and turned on the screen. Success: it wasn’t locked! She swiped her fingers across the screen and punched in a number she knew by heart. She held the phone up to her large ear as it started to ring.

“Hello, Officer Wilde here.”

“Nick!” Judy let out a sight of relief. “Nick, I need your help.”

“Judy?” Nick’s voice immediately filled with concern. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do I need to come home?”

“I’m not at home, Nick. I ran out to buy some soda. I…”

“What!? Judy, we’ve talked about this! In your current condition, you need to be careful! What if…”

“Nick, I ate a bunny.”

A few tense seconds passed as Nick processed that revelation. “You what?”

“I ate a bunny! I didn’t mean to! I ran into that same one on the bus again, and she offered to walk me home. I… I couldn’t help myself. The kits wanted her bad, Nick. I took her into an alley and… just kind of forced her down my throat.”

Another few seconds passed. Judy held her breath while she waited for Nick’s response.

“… That’s kinda hot, Carrots.”

If Nick had been within arm’s reach, Judy would have punched him. “Ha ha, very funny, you dumb fox! Look, I can give you all the gory details once you get me out of here. I’m so big I can barely move!” She hissed the words through clenched teeth.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Has anyone else seen you yet?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s only a matter of time.”

“Okay, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going to call Bogo and tell him we’ve had an emergency, and I need the rest of the afternoon off. Then I’m going to go get Finnick and we’ll come with his van. Which alley is it? Is it wide enough to get the van in?”

“It’s an alley off Third, halfway between Wildebeest Way and Snake Street. I think it’s wide enough for the van.”

“Perfect. Just stay put until I get there.”

“Like I have any other choice! Just hurry, okay?”

“I will.”

The line went dead as Nick hung up.

Judy let out a relieved sigh, leaning forward onto her squirming belly again for support. Now that she knew that Nick was on his way, she felt worlds better.

In fact, she was feeling pretty good overall. Her stomach still felt stretched taut, but she found, to her own surprise, that she was kind of enjoying the feeling of the bunny moving around in her gut. It was a completely different experience than the fluttering that the mouse had caused. Was this how it had felt for Nick when he had eaten his first bunny? If so, she could understand why it hadn’t been his last.

She couldn’t wait until she was back home where she could feel safe, maybe cuddled up next to Nick, and really enjoy it. She just needed to wait it out, keep from being spotted, and her fox would come to her rescue.

Judy pressed her paws into her belly, massaging the squirming mass. “Get comfortable in there,” she whispered. “You’re in for a long stay.”

And Judy, for her part, couldn’t wait.

Lindsay is a fairly cautious predator. A lot of prey protect themselves by moving in large groups, and since Lindsay isn’t the biggest, strongest pred out there (though she’s still a lot bigger than most mice), that’s a pretty effective defense against her. She tends to bide her time, waiting for the appropriate moment to single out stragglers, waiting to strike until she knows that her prey is alone and helpless.

However, Lindsay also isn’t perfect. Sometimes she misinterprets a situation, which can make for awkward moments like this.

The cervitaur from my last picture has finally managed to get back to the safety of her family! It seems she may have misinterpreted what her sisters meant, though.

Oh well! All’s well that ends well, am I right?

She stopped, turning her upper body, listening intently. Was that the snap of a twig? Had her pursuers caught up with her?

When she had seen the human camp, she had decided to indulge herself. Her sisters had always told her that humans made delicious meals, and she knew it was difficult to find such an ideal situation to catch one. She could sneak into the camp and have her meal, and be gone before anyone knew what had happened. If she turned down this opportunity, when would she have another one?

Her sisters had been right: the humans were delicious. But she probably should have stopped with just one. The extra weight had slowed down her escape.

Still, even as overburdened as she was, she was a lot quicker on her feet than these humans. She would find a hiding place to squirrel herself away, and then she would be able to digest her meal in peace.

The forest was quiet: the humans that were tracking her hadn’t caught up yet. She pressed one of her forehooves into her bulging, squirming gut, running her tongue across her lips as she recalled the memory of the human women as they slid down her gullet. Then she was on the move again, her belly swaying and bounding with every leap and bound.

She would have to do this again some time.

Would you believe it? Hoodie Fox was just going for a walk when she happened upon this super pregnant rabbit! She could barely move! It made her a really easy snack, and quite a filling one, too. Plus, she had this hilarious shirt on!

Judy had been practicing.

She had started small, with food items that were even smaller than that mouse had been: things like grapes or olives. She would snack on them while watching movies, then pop them in her mouth and swallow them down without chewing.

She graduated from that to eggs, usually hard-boiled. That was a little bit harder, but the slick nature and round shape of the eggs made them easier to squeeze down her throat.

She hadn’t actually eaten another living animal since that mouse that Nick had brought her. But after seeing him eat a rabbit in front of her, she couldn’t get the thought out of her mind. The cravings had come back, insistent and nagging. Part of her wanted to ask Nick to bring her another mouse, but she rejected that idea: while she wanted to understand where Nick was coming from, she wasn’t a predator.

Even if her kits apparently were.


So she made do by swallowing other eggs and grapes, sometimes indulging herself by pretending it was another mouse, imagining it squirming down her throat. That had worked for a while, but the nagging eventually came back. Maybe, she had thought, she needed to go with something a little larger.

The first time she swallowed an entire carrot, she thought that maybe she had overdone it. Nick didn’t know about this, of course, but she had her phone nearby, with a text ready to send, telling Nick to call emergency services and have them come to her place in case this all went awry. And for a moment, she thought it was going to come to that, as the thick carrot had stuck in her throat, making a bulge she could feel on her neck. But then she had managed to force it down, and had felt it plop into her belly.

Of course, the sky was the limit after that. Apparently her lips and throat could stretch pretty significantly. Once she could swallow carrots easily enough, she began moving up, swallow entire oranges, then grapefruits. And just the other day, she had actually managed to stretch her mouth around an entire watermelon, one almost bigger than her. It had settled heavily in her gut, making her feel bloated and heavy. It had caused her belly to bulge out visibly, even with the pregnancy.

Why was she doing this? She wasn’t sure anymore. She told herself that it was to help combat the cravings, but did she really need to swallow something that big? What was she fantasizing about eating?

Maybe she just needed to get some fresh air. She was cooped up all day while Nick was at work, and by the time he got home, he was often too tired to take her out anywhere. She knew that he didn’t like her going out alone in her state, but damn it, he was just going to have to deal with it.

So that was how she found herself on the train. She had put on that stupid “multiplying” shirt (she might think it was dumb, but Nick loved the thing) and had visited a grocery store to pick up some of her favorite soda. Now she was on her way back home. The fresh air had actually been quite nice, and now she could tell Nick that, see, it wasn’t such a big deal for her to run out alone, after all. She just had this train ride and then a short walk back to her apartment.

“Excuse me, Ma'am?”

The voice shook Judy from her reverie. She turned to look at the source of the voice – and froze.

It was that brown bunny she had seen on the train before. The one that had triggered all the cravings in the first place.

She was sitting in a seat nearby to where Judy was standing, wearing an outfit very similar to the one she had seen her in before, with a tank top and jean shorts. She was slender of figure, and looked quite a bit younger than Judy – still an adult, but probably still in school. She was currently pulling her headphones out of her ears.

“Ma'am, please, take my seat,” she said, hopping to her feet. “You shouldn’t be standing.”

Judy took in a sharp breath, her mouth closed, her nostrils flaring. The cravings, which had been a dull burning, suddenly flared up into a raging inferno. Judy felt her stomach rumble, and her mouth was watering.

“Ma'am?”

Judy shook her head, then swallowed her excess saliva. What the hell was she thinking?

“Sorry, just a little distracted, I guess,” Judy said, moving to the now-open seat and sitting down. She had to admit, she really did appreciate the opportunity to get off her feet.

“No problem.” The brown bunny moved to the space where Judy had just been standing, gripping the same rail to maintain her balance on the moving train. “So, I’m Taylor. What’s your name?”

“Um, Judy.”

“Nice to meet you. I’ve seen you on the train a few times.”

Judy forced a laugh. “Heh, y-yeah, I’m probably pretty easy to spot right now, huh? I’ve actually noticed you once or twice, too.”

Damn it, why was this happening? Why did this delicious-looking bunny have to show up wanting a conversation right now?

“Aww, really? I’m flattered,” Taylor said. “I figured that I’m just another bunny, wouldn’t stand out that much.”

“Well, that might be true somewhere like Bunnyburrow,” Judy said, trying to keep her focus on the conversation. “But you don’t see a lot of rabbits this close to city center. What brings you out here?”

“School,” Taylor responded. “I’m going to the university here, and I wanted to live close enough that I wouldn’t have a long commute. I miss the family sometimes, but it’s also kind of freeing to be away from them for the first time. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I do,” Judy said. “I love my family, but they can be stifling. I don’t think you would get lost in the crowd so easily, though. You’re pretty cute.”

Taylor blushed and tapped one foot. “Aww, thank you!”

The train started to slow, and Taylor had to adjust her feet to keep from falling. It stopped, and the doors snapped open.

“Well, this is my stop,” Judy said, climbing to her feet. Thank goodness. Taylor seemed nice – in fact, in any other circumstances, Judy would probably have been disappointed she couldn’t talk to her more – but Judy needed to get away from her. The kits were practically demanding this bunny, and Judy had no way to explain to them that it just wasn’t going to happen. “It was nice talking to you!”

“Oh! This is my stop, too!” Taylor said, grinning widely. She took Judy’s arm and helped her down the steps off the train. “Hey, maybe I could walk you home! I could help you carry that.” She pointed at the bag holding Judy’s soda.

Oh, sweet cheese and crackers, this was bad.

She should just say no. She should just say no. It wasn’t that far to her apartment; she could easily make it herself. She shouldn’t spend any more time with this intoxicatingly delicious bunny than she had to.

And yet, when she opened her mouth, the sound that came out was not “no,” but instead: “Sure.”

Taylor smiled, reaching out and taking the plastic bag with the soda bottle from Judy. “Okay! Which way?”

“Um, this way,” Judy said. She walked out of the train station with Taylor walking along beside her, the younger rabbit practically skipping as she did her good deed for the day.

As they walked, Judy couldn’t help but start to fantasize. Would Judy even be physically capable of doing it? Taylor was only a little bit shorter than her, but she was significantly more slender (especially now, with the pregnancy.) And that watermelon that Judy had swallowed had been pretty big.

Judy could overpower Taylor, too, if it came to that. She hadn’t been letting her physical abilities atrophy during the pregnancy. She had been exercising as best she could, and Taylor didn’t look particularly strong.

Judy was fairly certain that, if she wanted to, she could actually eat this bunny.

Of course, the follow-up question to that was “should she?” And obviously the answer was: “no, of course she shouldn’t!” She was talking about devouring another member of her own species, here! They lived in Zootopia: this was supposed to be a better place, a more civilized place! Animals didn’t just eat random animals, especially ones who were as kind and helpful as this bunny!

But part of her started thinking back to the story that Nick had told her. How he had devoured the young bunny alive, felt her squirm and kick in his stomach. What would Nick think if she did the same? What would his response be if she told him that she had actually eaten another rabbit herself? Would he be horrified? Impressed? Would that shared experience bring them even closer?

Plus, there was the issue of her kits. Given that they seemed to keen on Judy catching this bunny for them, it seemed likely that they were going to be predators, too. Shouldn’t she have at least some experience with being a predator herself? Otherwise, how could she relate to the kits once they were born? How would she raise them? She couldn’t just rely on Nick for everything.

No, this was all foolish. It was impossible, anyway. She shouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t do it. It was wrong, it was stupid, it was unnatural, it was risky.

And yet…

“Um, turn here,” Judy said, indicating a small side street.

“Sure thing!” Taylor responded, happily turning the corner.

Judy followed Taylor into a fairly long, narrow alley that stretched out between two of the apartment buildings. It was rather dingy, being too narrow for vehicles to pass, and there weren’t any windows on the sides of the buildings. The light from the street could only penetrate so far from the edges of the building, too, making it rather dark.

Taylor had made it about a third of the way down the alley before she realized where she was. She started to turn around to face Judy. “Um, Ma'am, are you sure this is the right… ah!”

Judy heaved herself bodily into Taylor, pushing the slender bunny back and pinning her between Judy’s large belly and the brick wall. She slammed both paws into the wall on either side of Taylor’s head. The plastic bag with the bottle of soda fell to the ground with a clunk.

“M-Ma'am?” Taylor’s eyes were wide with fear and confusion. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry,” Judy said. “But I can’t stand it any more. I have to feed my kits.”

“What do you… mmmph!”

Judy leaned forward, her belly and chest still pinning Taylor to the wall, and opened her mouth wide. In a smooth, practiced motion, she slid her lips around the bunny’s entire head, pushing her tall ears backwards.

Judy let out a soft “mmmm.” She could feel the fur of Taylor’s chin on her tongue, feel the bunny starting to squirm and try to pull herself backwards. Judy brought her paws down and gripped Taylor’s arms just below the shoulders, holding her in place.

Of course, the head had been easy. Getting the rest of her down would be a different story. Would she actually be able to do this? Too late to turn back now: she was going to find out, one way or the other.

Judy gripped Taylor hard, pushing her in and swallowing. She felt her throat bulge out as the bunny’s head entered it, and her lips wrapped around her shoulders.

Taylor was really struggling now, and Judy could hear her screaming, but her throat was muffling most of the noise. The bunny was, understandably, not happy. But as Judy had predicted, she couldn’t overpower the older, more experienced rabbit. She wasn’t going anywhere but down.

At least, Judy hoped she was going down. Swallowing a live, furry, wiggling bunny was entirely a different matter than a smooth watermelon. And she needed to do this quickly, too: the alley was fairly secluded, but all that needed to happen to make this all fall apart was for another prey – or, perhaps worse, a predator – to look down the alley at just the right angle.

So she shoved and swallowed and gulped, using her hands to force Taylor in deeper while pushing her own head down. The rabbit’s slender chest slid into Judy’s gullet fairly easily, but then she reached what she knew would be the real challenge: Taylor’s hips, easily the widest part of her.

Judy unbuttoned Taylor’s jean shorts and slid them off – they’d be likely to get caught on her teeth, so leaving them on would be tempting fate. Then she lifted her meal’s kicking legs up, grasping her by the ankles and positioning her bottom against the wall. Judy braced herself, then pushed her muzzle forward, using the wall as leverage to try to shove Taylor’s hips inside.

At first, Judy seemed to be stuck. Her lips hurt as they strained to open wide enough. But then, suddenly, Judy slid forward, and her nose bumped the brick wall. Taylor’s hips and fluffy tail popped into Judy’s mouth, and the bulge in her gullet moved down further, starting to disappear behind her chest and swollen belly.

Judy’s jaw ached, and she was fairly certain she had split her lip, but she still felt a twinge of relief. She had done it! With the largest obstacle passed, victory was assured. Judy braced herself against the wall with one hand, bringing the other hand up to her throat as she started to slurp Taylor’s kicking legs down. She could feel the bulge moving as Taylor wiggled, gravity now helping to pull her down faster. Judy’s lips slid over her thighs, then her knees, then her calves. Finally, she used her hand to push the large, wiggling toes past her teeth. She tilted her head back, and with one final, huge swallow, felt the massive weight in her gullet shift downward, settling in her gut.

Judy dropped to her knees, partially supported by her belly. With both the litter and a full-sized bunny inside her, she was absolutely enormous. Her belly was bigger than she was, and she could see clear imprints of Taylor’s feet, hands, or face as she struggled and fought within, muffled screams and shouts penetrating the layers of fur and flesh. Her skin felt tight as a drum, but thankfully didn’t seem to be at risk of breaking, still managing to stretch with each push and kick from her prey.

She had done it! She had actually eaten a whole bunny!

Judy assumed she would probably feel guilty about this later, but right now, for whatever reason, she just felt extremely satisfied. Maybe the kits were happy with her offering; maybe this would finally quell that craving.

Or maybe, after she’d had a week or so to digest this bunny, she was going to need to have Nick bring her another one.

The thought was perverse, crude, but it made Judy smile. She ran her paws over her squirming gut, basking in the sensation of the frenzied movement within. After a few minutes, Judy was sure that the struggling would die down, and her apartment was just around the corner. She would be able to drag herself the rest of the way home, and if anyone saw her, she could probably still pass for pregnant – albeit verypregnant.

The only potential problem would be if someone else came down the alley right now, before her meal had a chance to settle – but honestly, the odds were in Judy’s favor. After all, no one had come down the alley so far.

Judy felt a bubbly sensation start to move up her throat, and she opened her mouth and let out a small belch. She giggled, covering her mouth. She couldn’t wait to see Nick tonight and see what he thought about the new Judy.

Judy woke up with a start. She immediately hoisted herself into a sitting position, her large ears twisting every which way.

She thought she had heard something.

She had been napping on the couch, where she had fallen asleep while watching a movie. Nick had been with her, though he was gone now, and judging by the dwindling light coming through the front window of their shared apartment, she had slept through the entire afternoon.

Had she imagined it? The sounds of a scuffle? Labored breathing, a muffled noise. Had she been dreaming?

Then she heard a loud thump, like something had been knocked over.


Judy’s heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed hard. Had someone broken into the apartment? They would have had to walk right by her to get into any of the other rooms, but that wasn’t impossible: since the pregnancy, she was tired a lot, and sometimes would sleep very deeply. If there was an intruder, she would be mostly helpless: despite all her police training, she wasn’t really up for a fight in her current gravid state.

That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try, of course.

Judy slid off the couch, adjusting the large shirt of Nick’s that she was wearing to make sure she was decently covered. The she crept back towards the bedroom, where the noises were coming from. It definitely sounded like a fight of some kind; she could hear muffled voices. Was Nick fighting with the intruder? Would he be okay?

Judy took a deep breath and eased the door open. She poked her head inside… and froze.

Nick was in bed with another bunny.

She looked a lot like Judy, actually, though perhaps a bit smaller and more slender. She had similar grey fur, and was wearing a blue sun dress. She was lying on her back on the bed, and was desparately trying to squirm her way out of Nick’s grip. Her legs were kicking wildly, and the lamp that was normally on the bedside table lay askew on the floor: that was probably what Judy had heard fall earlier.

Nick, for his part, was on his knees, hunched over the slender frame of the other bunny. He had his shirt off, though he still had on the pair of jeans he had been wearing the last time Judy saw him. He had one paw clamped tightly over the bunny’s mouth, muffling her attempts to scream, and he was holding her down with the other, trying to keep her from squirming away.

“N-Nick!” Judy exclaimed.

Both Nick and the bunny froze in surprise, both turning to look at her, Nick’s paw still over the bunny’s small mouth.

“Judy!” Nick responded, his eyes wide. “You… I, I was trying not to wake you… I went for a walk after you fell asleep and this bunny just kinda… showed up…” Nick swallowed hard.

Judy pushed the bedroom door the rest of the way open, stepping gingerly inside and closing it behind her. “So you went for a walk, saw a bunny, thought she looked tasty. You were close enough to home to bring her here without trouble. It was the perfect opportunity for you to… grab dinner.”

“Mmph!” The bunny said.

“More or less,” Nick said. “After what we talked about the other day… I had kind of been craving rabbit.”

“Well, I can understand that,” Judy muttered.

“Anyway, this was stupid of me. Of course I shouldn’t have brought her here. I’m sorry, I’ll let her go.”

The bunny, still held down by Nick, nodded vigorously at this suggestion.

Judy scrutinized Nick’s face. He looked embarrassed, but behind that, there was just a tiny trace of fear. Judy took a deep breath. “No.”

“Huh?”

“What I said was: no. I told you the other day that if you were craving rabbit, you could indulge, and I meant it. I’m not going to suddenly take it back now. I just have one request.”

“Anything, of course,” Nick said.

Judy hesitated, took another deep breath. “I want to watch.”

“You want to what!?” To say Nick sounded surprised would be an understatement. The bunny expressed a similar, albeit muffled, sentiment from beneath Nick’s paw.

Judy walked towards the bed, stopping at the edge and leaning forward, bracing herself against the bed with her paws. “I told you that I accept you for who – and what – you are. But you don’t really believe it, do you? It’s not that you don’t trust me, it’s just that no other prey animal ever has. Am I right?”

Nick bit his lip. “Yeah, that sounds about right, Carrots.”

“Then let me prove it to you. Let me stay. I want to see it for myself – to prove to both of us that I really can handle this.”

Now it was Nick’s turn to hesitate. “Are you absolutely sure about this, Carrots?”

Judy smirked at him. “I think it’s a little too late for second thoughts at this point.”

Nick chuffed and returned her smirk. “Yeah. I mean, I know what I said, but I couldn’t really let her go at this point. Alright, well… enjoy the show, I guess.”

Judy leaned against the bed, watching as Nick turned his attention back to the rabbit.

First, Nick tore off her dress – literally, his claws shredding the fabric as he yanked it from her slender body. This move surprised Judy at first, but then she realized that it made sense – Nick wouldn’t want to eat that much cloth. He left the rabbit’s undergarments where they were, possibly for modesty’s sake or because she was squirming up a storm and Nick needed to move forward with this. Still pinning her down to the bed, he lowered his mouth and opened his jaws.

Judy’s heart pounded against the inside of her ribcage as she watched. He was really doing it. She was about to watch a bunny – a bunny not that different from herself – be eaten. A bunny just like that one she had seen on the bus.

Nick’s lips peeled back, revealing long, sharp fangs. Judy had gotten plenty of good looks at those fangs, but she imagined they looked entirely different to Nick’s prey, who was staring wide-eyed into Nick’s maw. Flecks of drool dripped onto her face, causing her to wince.

Then, in one smooth motion, Nick slid his hand off of her mouth and pounced. The bunny just barely had time to get a small scream out, before that scream immediately became muffled as Nick wrapped his jaws around her head. He held her like that for a moment, her head in his mouth, as he got a good grip on her shoulders.

Nick spun himself around, moving from his knees to a sitting position, his back resting against the bed’s headboard. The bunny, of course, came with him, her head still lodged in his maw, his large paws gripping her upper arms. She was now sitting in his lap, facing him, her body pressed against his chest.

Judy furrowed her brow. Why had he changed position? It seemed to Judy that being over his prey would offer a superior advantage. So why move?

Nick glanced up at her and raised an eyebrow.

Oh. He had moved to give her a better show.

Judy put her paws on the side of the bed and, with a little trouble, managed to heave herself up onto the matress. She sat down on her knees in front of Nick, facing him, one hand resting idly on her belly as she watched.

The bunny was still struggling, drool wetting the fur of her neck and shoulders. Nick gave Judy another look.

“I’m ready,” Judy said. “Do it.”

Nick swallowed. With a wet “gllrk” sound, the bunny’s head moved from Nick’s maw to his gullet. His long snout wrapped around her chest and shoulders, helping to pin her arms down as he forced her in deeper.

Judy watched with rapt attention. It was fascinating to see. Nick’s throat was bulging out, and Judy could actually make out some of the features of the bunny’s muzzle. Her screams were still coming through, too, albeit very muffled, and getting even moreso when Nick swallowed again, pushing the bunny’s head further down his gullet.

Judy’s large ears twitched, and she realized how hot they felt. Had it been so warm in here a minute ago? It could be a side-effect of the pregnancy. She considered for a moment, then reached down and pulled Nick’s shirt off of her body, tossing it aside and leaving herself in only her undergarments. Nick wouldn’t mind: he had seen her in a lot less, after all.

Nick had the bunny in his mouth up to her hips, now. Her legs were flailing wildly, but he grabbed her ankles, then lifted them up, tilting his head back.

This made a straighter shot down into his stomach, Judy realized, though it also gave her a fantastic view of his throat, which currently bulged out with the bunny’s chest, her head disappearing somewhere beneath his expanded ribcage. She leaned closer, supporting herself on one of her handpaws as she watching the wiggling bulge.

Once Nick got the bunny’s hips past his lips, progress sped up. He slurped her legs down easily, and soon his teeth snapped shut behind her toes with an audible click. He swallowed a few more times, forcing the bulge in his gullet down. His gut expanded, almost touching Judy where she was sitting. Nick let out a relieved sigh.

“Alright, that’s it. Now she’s dinner,” Nick said.

Judy stared at Nick’s stomach. It was huge – big enough to hold a rabbit, she supposed. It wasn’t an even, round protrusion like Judy’s own gravid belly, but rather had bulges and valleys and creases. Judy could occasionally make out clear impressions of the bunny struggling inside.

“W-wow…” Judy said. “You really did it. You swallowed her in one bite.”

Nick nodded. “So? Are we still…?”

“We’re fine,” Judy said. “Honestly, it was kind of impressive. How do you do it?”

Nick let out a relieved sigh, then shrugged. “I don’t know. Practice, I guess? I started with smaller prey and worked my way up. It didn’t take long before I could fit a whole bunny in there.”

“Huh.” Judy tentatively reached forward with one paw, still bracing her weight with the other. “May I?” She asked.

“Go ahead, Carrots.”

Judy felt her cheeks flush as she reached out and laid her paw against Nick’s stomach. As though in response, a bulge pressed out against her fingers. She ran her paw across the surface of Nick’s stomach, her fingers running through Nick’s soft fur, exploring the moving landscape of her lover’s gut.

There was a person in there. Another bunny, just like her, frantically struggling to escape. Though her screams were mostly muffled, Judy was certain that she was pleading for help – probably hoping to receive it from Judy herself. Judy pictured her, trapped in that dark prison, her fur soaked, begging for a rescue that wasn’t coming.

“How long will she… last?” Judy asked. “I still felt fluttering in my stomach for like a week after I ate that mouse.”

“Yeah, well, you have an herbivore’s digestive system,” Nick answered. “It can vary, depending on the size of the prey and how much of a fight they put up. For this one, I’d give her maybe… two days?”

Judy swallowed hard, feeling her ears heat up even more. She stroked her fingers across Nick’s fur again, and felt a rumbling beneath it. The rumble moved up, and Nick’s mouth suddenly flew open.

“BRAAAAAAAAAP!” The belch was loud enough to rattle the windows. Nick immediately covered his mouth with a paw, looking embarrased. “Sorry.”

Judy tilted her head to one side. “You okay? How are you feeling?”

“Sated, but a bit bloated,” Nick admitted. He gave the side of his belly a firm pat. “Been a while since I’ve given the ol’ bunny smelter a meal of this size.”

Judy felt a little thrill run through her body, starting at her head and moving down through her toes, her small tail twitching as it passed.

Nick furrowed his brow as he realized what he had just said. “Er… I mean…”

“No, it’s fine,” Judy responded with a smile. “I mean, it’s not an inaccurate nickname, right? Honestly it’s kind of cute that you apparently named your gut.”

Nick shrugged. “We preds are a weird bunch, I guess.”

“Everyone’s weird in some way.” A thought occurred to Judy. “Hey Nick… I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“When we first met… we didn’t get along that well. Did you ever consider… doing this to me? Was I ever at risk of ending up on the wrong side of your fur?”

Nick’s expression turned a bit more serious. “Well…”

“You can be honest,” Judy said. “We’re in a very different place now. I’m just… curious.”

Nick nodded. “Well… remember the first day we met? When you found out that I had hustled you and I gave you that speech about what Zootopia is really like?”

“The one you were entirely wrong about?” Judy asked with a smile.

Nick gave her a rueful smile back. “Yes, that one. Well, there was one point where you followed me into an alley, and… I admit, I was really, really tempted to shove you down my gullet right there. I was kind of surprised you had even followed me there. But, you know, country rube or not, you were still a cop, and eating a cop would be begging for trouble.”

Judy chuckled, though she did feel a little flutter in her chest at the thought that she had apparently been so close to having her career in Zootopia end so suddenly. Would Bogo have even investigated her disappearance? “Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” Judy said.

Nick’s voice took on a serious tone. “Yeah. Me too.”

He reached forward, taking Judy by the paw and gently pulling her forward, into his embrace, and pressed the tip of his muzzle against hers.

Judy’s heart skipped a beat again, both at the kiss, and at the fact that her own belly was now pressed against Nick’s.

Once the kiss broke off, Nick moved Judy into a more comfortable cuddle, pressed against his side – though she could still feel Nick’s belly squirming against her. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, nuzzling in close to her.

“Thanks for being mine, Carrots.”

“Always, dumb fox.”

Nick brought one large paw down and caressed Judy’s belly. “How are the kits doing?”

“Good. Though honestly, I think that little display made them hungry again. I’m starving.”

“Do I need to catch you another mouse?” Nick asked.

Judy smiled, placing her own, smaller paw on her own belly next to Nick’s. “You know I’m not planning on making that a regular thing.”

“Of course, of course, I was just…”

“But… maybe.”

Nick’s eyes widened, and Judy thought she saw his cheeks flush a bit. “Really?” He asked.

“I dunno,” Judy said. “It seems to be what the kits want.”

Nick nodded. “I suppose you would know that better than anyone.”

Judy snuggled up close to Nick, closing her eyes. For right now, she was going to enjoy her lover’s company. She would worry about feeding her kits later.

But she had the distinct impression that a mouse might not be enough for them.

This meeting with the Lola Bunny fan club ended with the fans getting to know Lola much more intimately than they were expecting.

Another fanart, this time requested by Humbug!

Another fanart! This time Fenneko is the pred. I’ve only seen a few episodes of Aggretsuko, but from what I’ve seen, I feel like this might not even be that out of character for her.

Suggested by edibleghost.

The first fanart from the requests I got yesterday! I decided I’m not going to post them in the template, I’ll just post them as I make them.

Looks like Toriel decided to venture out of the ruins and visit Snowdin town, but the trip made her a might peckish.

Suggested by glennthegamer64.

Modern setting version of Cerise having lunch at a diner. Her tail has a similar idea, except replacing the word “at” with “of.”

I know what you’re thinking: “Isn’t that a waste of a perfectly good collar?”

And to that I respond: “Worth it.”

The other day, my good friend Tea made a comment about how she’s totally not jealous of kangaroos, with their pouches and thick tails. Regardless, I took a stab at drawing her as a ‘roo anyway. I think she makes a pretty cute one!

A commission for Hozomat. It’s not that she has anything against her prey, it’s just that, sometimes, when traveling through the inhospitable desert, you have to grab food where you can find it.

Apparently, “Lindsay with a vore belly hanging out with her friends while they play video games” is a theme I like, because I’m pretty sure this is the third time I’ve drawn or written it.

Also, I wanted to take this opportunity to remind everyone that I’m doing Extra Life again this year! It’s a 24-hour game stream (I’ll be splitting it up over three days) to raise money for children’s hospitals. You can see my previous journal about it here: https://www.furaffinity.net/journal/9648310/ . It will be starting on November 6th some time in the morning, and will be going off and on all weekend. You are welcome to come watch even if you cannot donate, and I’m more than happy to help distract people from the current goings-on in the world.

This picture demonstrates my general vibe when game streaming fairly well: I think of it like having friends hanging out with me on the couch while I game, and I will be eager to chat with folks if anyone is interested. I will have my mic on for at least some of it, and will be available in the Twitch chat when not on mic. The games in the stream will not be vore-focused, but I’ll be open to chat or make jokes about the subject if you’d like.

Here’s my current running list of games I may play! I will probably not play all of these, but these are the pool of games I’ll be choosing from when I’m picking which games to play (some of these would be emulated):

[ ] Monster Prom
[ ] Armello
[ ] Hades
[ ] Monster Hunter World
[ ] Rimworld
[ ] For The King
[ ] Pangya
[ ] Metroid Fusion
[ ] Swordcraft Story
[ ] Danganronpa Ultra Despair Girls
[ ] Genshin Impact

If you have any particular ones you’d like to see, or any games that aren’t in this list that you think I should try, feel free to let me know! I hope to see you this weekend!

• Genocide Jack from Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls 

• Celestia Ludenburg from Danganronpa Happy Trigger Havoc 

• Junko Enoshimafrom Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc 

• Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony icons