LeFood
A Zootopia AU where Gaston and Lefou are cats.. and needless to say Lefou is looking very delicious for a slightly drunk and hungry Gaston.
I made a pun because it's four am and I think it's funny. Lefou.. Le Food.. get it?
Yes I was very half asleep when I wrote this and I feel bad for Lefou for not even he is safe from my vore writings.
The two walked like they owned the city of Zootopia. In their feline minds they did. Paws stepping almost silently as they made their way to their tavern. Both looking like such an interesting duo since they seemed so opposite of one another..
Gaston was a Amur Leopard with slick fur that seemed to shimmer whenever they passed under a street light. Beautiful and proud to show it, muscles under his dark clothing.
Lefou on the other hand.. he was that of a Ragdoll Cat that seemed to delight in food. His form was a bit bigger than that of his species, particularly in the belly area which he didn't hide. He was smaller than his friend but still walked with pride.
Tonight was always their night to go to the Tavern. It was a bit of time where they can unwind from the day and week of working. Lefou's ears perked up as he heard his friend say something that he didn't hear. "Hmm?" He turns his head at the perfect cat beside him and always was thankful for his fur, otherwise the other would see the blush.
"What can we do tonight?" The leopard repeated the question, still holding his friendly smile.
Lefou was sure he meant after the tavern. What they would do out of the public eye. It was a bit obvious of his sexuality but never could they say it.. for the public could either take it lightly or tear them apart. Such an odd world they lived in. Evolved but still had fears. But who can blame society.. ever since the case with the Night Howlers, the prey seemed still worried. Cure or not. And with rumors that spread of Gaston and Lefou.. what they sometimes did..
His ears drooped at the thought of the rumor that lingered. Who could have spread it.. and worse would they be caught? The cat could only deny his lover's appetite for so long until he himself was threatened to be in that flat belly... which scarily enough didn't scare him.
It excited him which scared him more than the threat. And also he witnessed enough meals that were sent down to his belly. He himself had at times gave into the hunger that reared itself. Swallowing mice whole and alive were rare for him, meanwhile Gaston had at times swallowed rabbits whole.
There were always dark places in every city. The Tavern this night became welcome only to predators. All assuming it was just a sort of get together. But always were they wrong. This was one of the few places that prey and predator gave into their destiny. Where one is to be eaten by the other. Just as nature was. Most are willing, while some don't know what is going on until they are halfway down the predator's throat..
Lefou closed his eyes as they paused at the door. His mind reeling in what he had found out today.
He was confirmed to have a Prey Mind. Meaning what it said. The cat was labelled a predator, but in his mind he thought himself as Prey. It wasn't rare, but uncommon was more the right term. He had realized why it didn't frighten him to be eaten.. because in his mind, it was meant to be. His eyes open as they went inside.. how could he explain to his friend and dare he say partner (can he be a partner when he claims love for another that dislikes him?)
Gaston and Lefou sat down at the same chair by the fireplace, drinking their beer, forgetting about the stress. The two cats talked about nothing in particular. Lefou having to hear yet more complaining about Belle denying him.. it honestly annoyed him more than hurt him. But he always said their were pretty girls in the tavern. And as if on cue, the bigger cat's stomach growled.. and he turned to inspect some of the prey.. and so-called predators. He had at times happily swallowed a fellow predator. If he can get his jaws around them, they are his food.
The smaller paws of the Ragdoll began to massage his friend, humming a tune. "Find anyone?"
"We are in private here, Lefou. You can admit it to me."
The paws that were kneading at him froze. "What do you mean?" He wanted, no- he prayed that Gaston meant something else. He couldn't have known what the cat just found out today..
"You want to be in my stomach." He chuckled at the now shaking paws. Oh how Lefou lived up to his name. "Since the war.. no.. before that you always were curious. As kittens we used to play Cat and Mouse- and who always insisted on being the delicious little mouse, my dear Lefou?"
The cat was now trembling. Was he that obvious and even he didn't know? He remembered it fully, subtle but it was there. The need to be eaten.. but not be anyone. But his friend. His kittenhood friend. The war brought fantasy while they stayed in a tent. Where Lefou fantasized he and Gaston would be trapped and one could survive by eating the other. "You've gotten so large to. Almost as if you've been fattening yourself up" The other continued. That part he denied. He just loved to eat his food. He had to glance in a nearby mirror and see how plump he was next to the skinny but all muscle cat that was looking at him now with a smile.
"Pl-please Gaston" He whispered, now terrified others would hear them. Private conversation or not, if so much as one whisper slipped out, he'd be mocked by his fellow predators. But his breath hitched as that tongue licked at his paw pads, sending a wave of electricity through his form.
"You could last me a whole month or two." His tongue ran over the small paw of his little friend. He could see the other was trying to fight the pleasure. It was indeed true. His little friend was truly prey. And a good size to. His mind was drunk and not thinking the clearest. Instead his stomach rumbled, now with a need for a meal. "I bet I can swallow you right up here."
"Gaston" His paw was taken into the maw, under his fur he was a blushing mess and his pants felt tight much to his dismay. He wanted to fight this, wanted to convince himself to pull away and hide behind his other three friends. Than there was the order.. "Strip." And Lefou was powerless. His paw was let go. "Strip and let me see you." And strip he did.. it was slow and a bit embarrassing since he now felt eyes on him, his body was naked before Gaston. His tail wrapped around to hide the obvious arousal that would be smelled out by everyone else.. His brown eyes looked at his friend, pleading. All that still remained on him was the lovely red bow around his neck. But paws pull it undone and let it fall to the floor.
"I have chosen my most loyal friend to be my food tonight. Lefou get on the table will you" The poor small cat was trying to protest but a dark look made him quickly silence his mews and slowly try to pull himself on the table. He slid off and struggled until he got help from Tom (a dark pelted wolf) and Stanley (a turkish angora cat). Both looking worried but also curious about their friend. Most probably expected this to be some funny joke. But some were clearly worried but intrigued about this very public display. And of course some shielded their eyes from the naked and soon to be doomed cat that was displayed.
Gaston looks at the ragdoll with a look that was no longer friendly but a look he gave to all of his meals. Lefou was now Food, all the years of friendship was gone. The leopard pulled off his own clothing, ignoring the whistles and swoons around him and focusing on the cat that shook both with fear and excitement. The scent of arousal reached around the tavern and a few snickered at the fact the little cat was turned on by the situation. Lefou heard some making bets that Gaston could or couldn't swallow him down. Some betted how long it would take. He was food. No longer seen as Lefou. He was seen as meat. His ears flatten. It was frightening but damn he was a purring and happy mess as Gaston looked him over, sizing him up. His tail moved about. His brown eyes caught sight of the one remaining face that was concerned.. Stanley. Tom and Dick, his friends were placing a bet that Lefou will not fit.. probably a tiny bit of hope on their part.
Lefou was aroused and Gaston couldn't say no. It was a heat to him. He got on top of the cat, uncaring of the reactions he got and he plunged his length into the poor cat who cried out in pain and dug the claws into the table, gripping as his lover mated with him. Pain and ecstasy made him forget where he was. All that mattered was him and Gaston.. Le Duo. His eyes closed and his mews of pain melted into purring meows of pleasure as the table clattered with every thrust. The spilling of seed was almost in unison- Lefou's seed sprayed in stream on the table and on his fur, leaving him exhausted and unable to fight against what was to come. His inside was heated with Gaston's seed, filling him up and making him feel loved, the only reaction Lefou could give were meows as his lover pulled out of him. His eyes opening to the faces of their audience and he was feeling humiliated... Some faces were a mix of emotions. Scared, pleased, envious.. He almost couldn't hear the cruel announcement of his love as he gets off the table.
"Nothing better than a little stuffing for a plump delicacy." His words came as he caught his breath. Mating may have took his energy but he wasn't going to let that stop him from eating his once closest friend. He circled the cat that was watching with final pleas, the bit of fear in them but also the acceptance. Good, but a bit disappointed since he did love a good hunt. He circled him, deciding what would be the best way to enjoy him.
Finally he came to the head and playfully kissed the cat's nose, feigning a sign of love. The cat was hopeful that Gaston wouldn't go through with it.. that they could somehow forget this ever happened. But he passed around him and decided that the cute feet paws and tail were just to much to ignore. So he opens his jaw widely and took in the fluffy tail and paws, causing a shiver to run through his dinner. Slowly began the process of eating. He knew none will come to his rescue. Maybe ask him to think it over but his mind was set. His first swallow was what made the meal squirm some but not to get away.. and he could tell that Lefou was once again aroused.
The cat was powerless to stop his love and kittenhood friend. He was resigned. The tongue lapped at his paws, making them tingle and him trying not to giggle. The first swallow was proof he was going to be eaten. The process was slow.. and yet here he remained, getting a bit aroused again. He caught sight of Stanley yet again and saw the sorrow in those eyes.. the only one that was sad for him he'd seen. Gaston swallows his legs and tail and worked around his large behind which at first felt like he was having some difficulty. It made him hope, hope that that was it. But of course the hunter was patient and finally the hard swallow seemed to swallow up Lefou's hopes to. Teeth brushing over his fur carefully. His fur being matted and soaked by saliva that drools down on the table at the floor. Lefou's larger belly was harder than his behind, but still flavorful with the cat's on cum that had made it into his fur. Again he seemed to give the poor cat hope before crushing it.
The worse of this hope breaking Lefou was loving this. He was afraid like he should be. Once he is inside Gaston there is no way out besides.. well the obvious exit. He was to digest and become nutrients for his friend. But he would be part of him, help him and maybe others live for a while longer. As Gaston had said, Lefou was a fat feline and with that, he could last the leopard maybe a month or more.. at least he hoped it'd stop him craving for awhile. His stomach disappeared into the leopard. His form bulging out of the big cat. "Plea- Please Gaston" It was a plea.. but of what? He himself couldn't know. With his large belly gone to join his legs and tail, it was all smooth from here.
Gaston was happy with this meal. The flavor of Lefou was worth the wait. He had loved his cat friend. But the longer the cat stayed around, the more Gaston's own hunger grew for him. Love may have bloomed for them but his hunger out weighed any love. And besides he couldn't have two mates.. Belle was to be his, and no one here would ever tell of his love for the cat that once trailed after him. He was pleased Lefou got so plump after the war. It was well worth the wait. He reached the cat's chest and could hear his audience saying their goodbyes to the doomed meal. It made him swallow more, another gulp, another few inches until only the head stuck out but slowly he tilts his head back, pulling his body to stand up. His belly showing a bulge that was Lefou. "Please Gaston... please" The cat was a mewling mess now, it was not fun for the food anymore it seemed since it was on the verge of crying. He paid it no mind, what had he care for food's feelings? He used his tongue to pull in the head of the cat and swallowed the head down, sealing Lefou's fate and cutting off the nice tavern air. A few more swallows helped send him down and his stomach got a bit bigger in which he patted it as it squirmed and made muffled noises.
Lefou was pulled down. He was realizing as if waking from a dream that this was not what he wanted. He tried to plead with his friend to stop. But it went unheard. He was now inside the leopard's body. Hot, barely breathable air was around him. He was sticky and wet with saliva and gosh knows what else. He could hear Gaston's calm breathing, his calm heartbeat... he didn't care that he just ate his most loyal friend. It finally broke the cat and he weeped.. a paw pat at him but it didn't feel at all reassuring as he felt and sloshed about some while Gaston moved to his chair that now creaked some under the sudden new weight. Everyone who betted right were joyous, others were cursing.. no one cared at all for the foolish cat. They had so easily forgotten that he had always cheered them up with song and dance. His eyes closed, sobbing. It was over.. digestion would set in soon enough.. or suffocation. What ever came first.
Gaston woke, rubbing his head at the throbbing pain. Hung over and unable to remember the night before he yawns and expected to see Lefou snoozing next to him like he always did. But nothing.. he guessed maybe he was getting him some ginger ale for the hang over he must be suffering to. "Alright. No more drinking after this" He promised himself as he began to get up- but suddenly he saw to his horror, his still very large belly. "Oh damn what'd I eat? It's bigger than Lefou" He hadn't thought he'd be that drunk but clearly he did stupid things at times. He was certain he wouldn't have to eat for a year and would have to work a lot harder to get the obvious fat off that was going to come from this. His paw patted the stomach and saw the bit of movement that came back- oh it's still clinging to life. It wasn't uncommon that his meals would be alive by morning.. "So, who'd I eat anyway?" He called at the large meal within since no one was in the tavern now or at least within ear shot up him.
And he wished he'd just been silent and let it digest. Because the voice, muffled and clearly cracked from crying that answered made his heart nearly stop. "M-Me, Gaston"
"Oh no no no. Lefou" He knew that voice from anywhere. It was also very tired voice. The poor cat must of hung on to tell him who was inside his stomach.. before... he dare say that his cat friend had maybe ten minutes before suffocation and his digestive acids truly kicked in. If Lefou was a mouse or even a rabbit he could get him out but with his size.. how the hell'd Gaston manage to eat the poor thing?
Patches of fur were missing from him already. Digestion was slow when he was asleep but now that he was awake it would speed up. His ears flattened as he already felt more liquid coming into the stomach and felt his skin tingle. He heard Gaston's frantic voice.. fear and worry. They both knew that the leopard could do nothing.. the risk of throwing him up was to risky and could kill both of them.. His paw pressed against the stomach as he felt air fill the stomach. His friend was trying to keep him conscious as he tries to figure out and will himself to get him out. "It's o-okay Gaston.." He was trying to hide the fear in his voice. "Don't breathe anymore in. We both know once food is in one's belly it must be digested"
"You aren't food!" He argued.
"I was eaten by you wasn't I?" Lefou countered. It was true. If Lefou wasn't meant to be a meal he wouldn't be in this situation. "Please let the air out." He kneads at the inside of the stomach, giving the panicked leopard a massage to try and calm him. "This way Le Duo will be forever together" He tried to sound happy.
"I want to be Le Duo with you outside of my stomach and safe from harm" He hated to admit that the massage felt good. His friend still got it.. it was truly hopeless. Lefou was to be broken down. But he is true. He will become truly part of Gaston. Slowly he burps out the air and some fur. His breath tasted of Ragdoll cat... damn if it still didn't taste great. Some moments came back and the strongest was how delicious his friend was. "I'm sorry for what I said to you."
"You were drunk and I kind of admit.. I liked it." He blushed. The air was leaving and he gave in.. tiredness came over him as he tries to ignore his fur burning away and his skin beginning to burn. His eyes closed.. giving into the body of his hero, his love, and his friend. "I'm so tired.. can you sing?"
And so he accepted the final request of his tired friend and sang gently. Praising him, saying he was a cat among cats and the best. Lefou would sleep and not awaken again, the large body would be broken down and indeed last the leopard awhile. Anyone outside the tavern noticed Lefou was no longer tailing his idol and Gaston left them with just a few words.. lies that he he moved to a better place. Sure he mourned but he began to come up with future plans.. who wouldn't want to take Lefou's place? I mean, who wouldn't want to be so close to their idol..? And the leopard licked around his jaws in a new anticipation.