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Clothes shredded. Fangs bared. Bathed in moonlight. Autumn was ready for the hunt. The werewolf loped through the streets, forgoing the usual stalking grounds of the forest in favour of a more urban setting. There were of course more complications to be had with so many potential witnesses around, but that was what made it so much fun. There were so many scents in the air. So many delicious people out there in the night, advertising their own flavours just by existing. It was enough to make her positively drool on herself as she moved between the darkest alleys.

She knew them all well. Each nook, each dark, hidden place where it was easier to make someone disappear without any sort of interference. Even a big, hungry wolf like her could conceal herself in the right spots. She had so many scents in her nose it was overwhelming, but one stood out to her in particular. The fine aroma of [i]cat[/i] was always so appetizing to her in that form. And it was getting closer. She licked her chops. The slick sound seemed to echo ever so slightly in the alley, as did the faint patter of wolf saliva slowly raining to the hard ground.

Desi had walked that path a hundred times before. It was a shortcut to get home after a late shift, and she never thought twice about it. That part of the city was far from dangerous. At worst there was a little drunk tussle or two on weekends. As for rumours of disappearances, she assumed they were all much less mysterious than they sounded. Runaways, marital troubles, that sort of thing. Worry was the last thing on the sabre-toothed lioness’s mind. She continued idly tapping through her phone, paying little to no mind of her surroundings, never to know until much too late that her last selfie was going to show up on a wanted poster soon.

Of course she heard the growling. It would have been hard to miss such a deep, guttural sound. Autumn knew she had her prey. There was no need to be subtle anymore. Her hunger rose to something like an inner bellow, to a gurgle that even Desi could catch from where she stood, frozen, startled by the feeling of such a [i]presence[/i]. Autumn rose to her full height, unveiling herself beneath the flickering light above the back door to a pizzeria. Her reddish fur reflected the moonlit night, and the glint in her eyes told Desi all she needed to know.

The lioness threw her phone at the wolf in the process of springing to action. She got as far as tensing her muscles, ready to run, when Autumn pounced. The werewolfess didn't even need to take her prey down to the ground. She was tall enough to simply open wide and [i]descend[/i]. Desi got a good glimpse of some pink, drooly wolf jaws rushing towards her before she was engulfed right before she cried out. The sound still escaped her, but ended up wetly muffled in all that maw flesh. She sputtered as much as she struggled, bathing in the drool that was all because of her.

A deep, heavy groan rumbled through the wolfess. Oh, she just [i]loved[/i] the way cats struggled, in particular. They had such ways of twisting all about, of squirming in ways even she couldn’t predict. Desi was going to have to be careful. Autumn didn’t apply those claws gently in the process of stripping and shredding every single piece of clothing keeping her tongue from bare lioness fur. The tatters fluttered slowly to the ground, dotting the puddles from the recent rain, exposing even more of that mouth-watering taste for the werewolf to slop her tongue all over.

Slurping her way down the cat’s throat, then her chest, her bust, Autumn stuffed and shoved as much fangcat down her gullet as she could all at once. Desi’s second cry for help came even more muffled. It was more of a pleasurable vibration for the hungry wolf to enjoy. Autumn clutched her meal closely, cutting off the blood to Desi’s flailing hands with such a tight grip. There wasn’t much the cat could do. She fought valiantly, pouring all her energy into escaping from between those teeth, and yet more and more of her slipped past those dark lips to bulge down Autumn’s throat, outlined by the powerful pumps of peristalsis stealing her away.

Autumn swallowed so hard she pulled Desi right up off her feet. The lion’s kicking didn’t last too long. The werewolf snatched her meal by the thighs, digging her claws in just a bit to help her force even more of that luscious feline meat towards her belly. The cries were almost inaudible by that point, especially over all the ravenous snarling and [i]snorfing[/i] that came with so rapidly devouring someone whole. Desi made them anyway. Maybe, somehow, someone was going to hear and interrupt the process before she was utterly doomed. Yet when she felt her breasts getting squished down Autumn’s throat, and a tongue slathering down along her belly, slipping between her legs, all she had left was one last gasp of rapid, wild squirms.

The werewolfess was all but moaning around her meal, feeling her thrashing around like that. Desi was burning all her remaining energy. Her legs were starting to slow when exhaustion and panic alike took over. Or maybe that was the result of a wet wolf tongue teasing between her legs on the way over her whole body. Autumn didn’t linger. She was already getting plenty of lion flavour sliding across her tongue on the way into her throat. Gnawing a little, jamming at the bottom of Desi’s paws, she worked on packing away the very last of her prey, belly swelling and sagging, pressing over her own thighs with the weight of living prey stretching her right out.

It was never much of a burden. Not in that form, when she was so much stronger, and so much hungrier. Desi was surrounded by the fearsome gurgles of her own impending digestion as soon as she touched down in the hot, humid chamber headfirst, before she was even fully swallowed. That earned one more yelp from her, echoing around in the darkness all around her, for all the good it did. Maybe she should have been saving her air. It was already getting thinner, more inhospitable in there after the first few gasps.

All that remained was a great lunge, a toss of her head, and a firm push on the pads of Desi’s paws to make that lioness vanish. Autumn rolled her spine, letting the pleasure of her triumph pass through her entire body. She was trembling, and not from anything unpleasant. Panting, huffing, and above all loudly [i]ULLLPING[/i] Desi away left her with a brief whimper of pleasure before she was back to that satisfied growling. She let the cat sag down deep in her middle and sway a few times, crouching down, clutching her prey, kneading her, making things all the tighter and less comfortable for the lioness crammed in there. The bassy vibrations from her throat were in fact her voice, even if it wasn’t immediately comprehensible to anyone but her.

“Good ... kitty ...”

That was all Desi was going to get. Autumn slowly straightened up, stepping back to lean her weight against the bricks of the dangerous alley. Perhaps she could have been satisfied right there, with a pretty cat to digest for the rest of the night. Yet even after belching out a flavour worth savouring, slathering up her chops even wetter in the aftermath of her meal, she was picking up new scents, new temptations. New cats, even! Oh, and there she went, drooling again, wiping at her lips with the back of a wrist as the lioness wobbled and [i]slorshed[/i] around inside of her.

A few firm pats, drumming upon her slowly churning prey, and the werewolf spoke again, slightly more clearly. Desi might even have heard it over the steady grumble of digestion firing up like an engine all around her.

“Need ... to make room ...”

The lioness got a few seconds to consider what that meant, maybe to even feel a spark of hope that maybe it meant spitting her back out. All of that was dashed when Autumn straightened up, tightened her muscles, and started showing off that werewolf strength. Desi could have lasted a whole lot longer in there if it was just the gurgles working over her. Instead, all that cat meat got compressed down flatter and flatter, squished and crushed by the massive force getting applied to her captive body. There was a gasp, a feline sound of dismay, and after that rose a steady, unflinching [i]CRNNNNNCH[/i] once that much pressure started having its inevitable result.

Autumn flattened her belly down forcefully as far as she could, only to release, relent, take a deep breath, and go for a second round. This time she got even further, squeezing down until the bulging shape of the lioness was impossible for any living thing to take. All the sounds and struggles ceased at once with the sound of one more climactic [i]CRUNCH[/i], snapping and popping until the fairly distinct outline of the feline inside the wolfess was much rounder and smoother. It could have been anyone after that treatment. Autumn grinned to herself, snorted in pleasure, and gave her gut a few good slaps to test for a reaction, finding none.

Which wasn’t to say she wasn’t still stuffed. The weight in her gut bounced around with her every bounding step. It churned away over time, adding to the wolfess, satisfying her appetite at least partly, but she was already onto a scent. Even with the taste of a feisty feline still on her tongue, she wanted more. More meat, more cats, more lovely, curvy ladies stuffing her belly, ready to add to her own figure, in wolf and human form alike. It wasn’t a night for moderation. She needed a [i]feast[/i], and she already knew who she was hunting next.

The soft, warm scent of leopard was a beacon to her. Even amid all the other scents, of people and city life alike, Autumn never lost the trail. She stalked, darting in and out of shadows, ducking behind parked cars to avoid headlights going by, using the alleys or even the lower rooftops at times, all to hunt down her next meal. All the movement was really making her belly noisy. Jostling it around like that ensured the crunched-down lioness was digesting steadily, putting out a slopping noise much like the hungry growl in the werewolf’s throat.

Mahiri was being even less careful than Desi had been. Unlike the lioness, she [i]knew[/i] she was in a dangerous spot. Everyone agreed the park was a risky place to be at night. There had been sightings, underexposed photos, blurry cell phone footage. It wasn’t just of Autumn, either. She’d been more careful than some of the other weres around the area. Yet those stories were exactly what made the lush, vibrant public park such a nice place for the leopard to lounge under the moonlight. It twinkled in her eyes as she gazed up with a content smile, in her prime amid the crickets and frogs.

Autumn could be surprisingly stealthy for her transformed size, especially when she was down on all fours. She spotted that crimson head of hair from afar. There was no one between her and her prey. All she had to do was suppress her hungering growls. Her belly wasn’t cooperating with that one, but it didn’t seem to distract the leopard. It was all so easy. She had all but put herself on a platter for any wandering were to devour, sitting there so obliviously on a park bench, looking so soft and shapely, smelling so enticing.

Mahiri was still looking up into the ghostly light of the full moon. She hadn’t seen many that were brighter. There was still a bit too much city light in the sky for proper stargazing. Her vision was soon blocked out by the muzzle of a drooling werewolfess, anyway. The first thing that tipped her off to something being wrong was the feeling of oddly warm rain falling on her face. Then the heated gust of breath huffed over her features. She saw Autumn. She knew the danger she was in. Yet she didn’t move a muscle, as if she could somehow convince a werewolf she was nothing more than a statue to be ignored.

The temptation to simply lunge and devour another cat on the spot, to rip her clothes off in the process of swallowing her was a powerful one. Yet the more she stared down at Mahiri from above, and took in the way her dark clothes hugged those tits, those hips, those [i]shapes[/i], the more she started to get another idea. Her mouth was watering, certainly. Her belly was still rumbling for more. She’d satisfy her cravings, just in another way. The first step was getting Mahiri naked.

Autumn let the sound she’d been keeping down slowly build back up again. It rose from a nigh-imperceptible rumble to an unmistakable snarl resonating out and through the leopard’s very bones. Mahiri was still staring upwards. Either she was frozen in fear, or she was waiting for her moment, for an opening or distraction to help her make an escape. Autumn wasn’t going to give her that chance. She let the tension build and build, and then she snatched that cat to drag her kicking and growling over the back of the bench, slamming her flat to the grass below.

A biting, clawing, impromptu wrestling match ended in Autumn’s favour. Obviously. She was just having fun, rolling around with the fighty cat, absorbing those blows, stripping her down when she wasn’t simply mauling. Those teeth didn’t actually do any damage when they closed around the leopard’s shoulder or even her neck, just biting loose skin and pinching some, but it was a fine show of force. Maybe that was why Mahiri was a little less resistant by the time the werewolf was utterly ruining her nice outfit, ripping through the summery fabric and tossing chunks over her shoulder like confetti. Autumn needed [i]all[/i] of those pretty rosettes bare before her eyes.

When she had Mahiri mostly naked but for a few last scraps clinging to her wrists and ankles, Autumn gave her prey a good inspection. First a look, but soon after with her tongue. Mahiri fought and shoved at the big wolf muzzle coming down at her, wriggling at the feeling of all those wet slurps soaking her fur, matting it down under the sheer weight of all that hot saliva. Oh, that was such a tempting taste, but even better was the silky touch of all that soft, fine fur. Autumn was determined. She growled out her commands in her most booming voice.

“Hold still. Stop yowling. You’ll make such a good seat.”

Mahiri most certainly did none of that. She thrashed and scratched and fought her very heart out, but Autumn effectively held her down the whole time. All it took was one hand to keep the kicking leopard down. Mahiri seemed more furious than frightened about the whole thing - at least until embarrassment started to blaze through her at the sight of the wolf coming on her. Autumn didn’t lead with her jaws. She turned her hips around, lifted her tail, and brought her fine, strong ass right down hard on the leopard’s complaining muzzle to completely silence her.

The heft of that taut rump left Mahiri scrambling, grasping and shoving at Autumn’s hips just to try to take a little weight off her face. The werewolf didn’t budge. If anything, she just pressed down even more firmly. She might have crushed the poor cat if she wasn’t lined up so well. Taking a deep, dominant seat on the leopard’s face like that left Mahiri’s muzzle kissing right up against a taut, warm ring that flexed against her features, slowly stretching out to accommodate her. The heat of being sat on by a werewolf was intense enough, but it was positively sweltering once Autumn started shoving that writhing, fussing cat deep inside her rump.

The sensation of those first few fluffy inches of feline penetrating inside her made her stop and moan out loud. Autumn wagged her tail and stomped a big meaty paw on the ground like a happy pup, and then went right back into forcing the leopard inside her. She used her weight and those constant needy clenches of pleasure to keep claiming that cat, massaging herself with the smooth touch of that spotty pelt, leaving Mahiri’s objections less frightened and more absolutely scandalized the deeper she went. Disbelief left the leopard’s struggles momentarily paused, but they were all the more energetic when the werewolf started bouncing.

Autumn was mostly focused on getting her prey inside her as fast as possible, but she permitted herself a little fun. It just felt too good to have the leopard’s whole head inside her to resist grinding and rubbing back and forth, pumping those features over all her tender spots. Autumn pleasured herself at the expense of her prey’s total humiliation until she was huffing out steam, tongue flopped over the side of her jaws, eyes rolled back a little. She composed herself in time when she felt the leopard actually starting to slip free of that grasp, clamping down and continuing the process twice as fast as ever.

Falling forward, planting her elbows, ass up in the air with a leopardess framed between her cheeks, Autumn fought the urge to howl in bliss the more of Mahiri she consumed all for herself. She squeezed across the feline’s squishy bust, pressing those tits down flat inside her backside, she sent those mrowly features deeper and deeper into her clenching passage, hugging every single inch she stole away for herself. From whimpering, to clenching her teeth and wetly snarling, spitting on the dirt with the ferocity of the pleasure passing through her, bouncing her hips, packing that cat away.

Pressing those tits flat enough to fit inside her had been a feat all its own. Getting those hips to fit inside her was going to take some serious squeezing. Autumn had plenty of time. Even if someone did interrupt them right then, what were they going to do about it? Mahiri was well past rescue. She was stuck deep, wedged beneath the werewolf’s tail, kicking her legs to exhaustion. Autumn clawed some deep grooves into the dirt in the process of pumping and flexing the leopard’s shapely bottom half inside her, but it was going to be so worth it to steal those curves for herself.

With a sudden surge of motion, the cat sank deeper, ass vanishing between the cheeks of the shameless werewolf devouring her. Working along those thighs took some effort too. Autumn wiggled back and forth, swishing her tail, huffing, snorting, drooling a little. The tongue-drooping expression of bliss was hardly befitting a ferocious werewolfess like her, but it was hard to look dignified when she was eating someone with her butt. Those taut, strong cheeks flexed extra tight to keep working, slurping Mahiri away, burying her in that expanding gut. She was still far from Autumn’s belly, but the werewolf was already getting to her feet, stretching, shaking herself off, swaying her hips with a pair of leopard paws still sticking out of her. It wasn’t like it was going to make the sight of her any more shocking than usual.

She could take her time tucking the last of Mahiri away under her tail. There was a new scent in the air. Someone had just stepped out into the night, blissfully unaware of the attention it had earned her. Autumn gave the occasional grunt or groan of pleasure or effort alike as she walked, but she was already fixated on her next meal. What was a lone deer doing out there, so late? Didn’t she know how much she was going to tempt even the most restrained wolves out there?

Abigail was taking her time. She was fresh off a bit of evening yoga, mat rolled up and over her shoulder. It was an activity she was objectively terrible at and she’d made a show of falling on her ass at least three times, but she did her best! It was all about having fun and meeting people anyway, really. That was the same reason she was strolling so casually down the street despite how late it was. There were always interesting characters to be found at night, even if some might have called them a little weird, or dangerous. The doe had never met anyone quite like Autumn, though. She wouldn’t have been so nonchalant about walking alone if she knew who was honing in on her right that very moment.

It was tempting to just go at full speed towards her prey, damn the witnesses. Even in her nearly feral state, Autumn knew to be careful. She darted from shadow to shadow, alley to alley. At some point she paused to lean her back against a wall, wiggling and sashaying to finish that leopard off, fully dragging her away behind a ring that tightened up behind her, sealing her inside the wolfess. That was worth a moment to pause and groan in pleasure, but there was still plenty of journey left for Mahiri, and Autumn’s appetite was far from fully satisfied. She kept the cat working through her digestive system in reverse, tickling and pleasuring her from the inside with her every bounding, hunting step.

A rooftop hiding spot was the perfect place to get eyes on her next meal. A shift inside her had the leopardess pushing into her gut at last, squishing up against the thoroughly compressed Desi. The rest was all delightful squirming and groaning, just in time to show off for the luscious doe clopping down the sidewalk. The only problem was just how friendly she was. Didn’t she ever stop talking to random people she saw on the street? Witnesses everywhere, and Autumn’s mouth was watering so much, dripping over the edge of the building to the road below. She wanted Abby so bad she was snarling to herself with hunger, even while actively gurgling the helplessly trapped leopard in her belly.

“Hi! You seem like you’re having a good time! Just checking to make sure you’re okay ... yup, you seem okay!” Abby told a giggling, collapsed drunk on the corner.

No one would believe him anyway. Autumn couldn’t wait any longer, and if that meant snatching up the cute doe in her arms right in front of a thoroughly intoxicated someone, it was going to have to happen. Abby turned away for half a moment, guard completely lowered, and then she was gone, in a haze of snarling, spitting, gurgling werewolf. Autumn leapt out from hiding, grabbed the deer, and ran off with her before anyone could stop her, fur briefly reflecting the stoplights above before she was back to the shadow, with a very stunned piece of meat in her hands. They were already long gone by the time the deer’s yoga mat thudded to the sidewalk in front of the indifferent witness.

There was no need to explain herself. Abby knew exactly what Autumn’s intentions were. They were alone in an alley, within a scream of help, but the doe didn’t so much as bleat. She simply stared, awed, terrified, or maybe a little of both. Her eyes were wide and shiny, looking ever so cute, and that wasn’t making Autumn any less hungry. Abby’s gaze was fixated purely on those interlocked fangs above her, though she glanced down to consider the heft and squish of a slowly softening wolf gut getting pressed up against her chest, just below her chin. They could both feel the wolf’s previous victim fighting a losing battle against the slow, sloshing digestion overtaking all those spots and soft leopard shapes.

Some people would have reacted with utter horror to realize those bulging shapes were a still-living [i]person[/i]. Abby was a bit different. Autumn’s nose immediately picked up on the doe’s feelings about the whole thing. The deer turned her head away, biting her lower lip, blushing as hard as possible. One sniff got Autumn’s senses nice and full of all those pheromones Abby was putting out in her nervous, confused , yet lust state. Maybe it was some sort of deep-rooted prey instinct, or maybe she was just a kinky girl. Either way, the werewolf simply had to take advantage of that.

Teasing wasn’t exactly Autumn’s strongest suit when her inner narrative sounded mostly like [i]eat eat eat eat eat[/i], but she took a growly stab at it anyway.

“You like that? Want to [i]be[/i] that?”

Abby’s voice was a little shaky, yet unfailingly polite. “I’d prefer not to, but ... it doesn’t look like there’s much choice left, is there?”

Autumn leaned even closer, mouth open wide, blowing a hot, steamy breath right in the doe’s face. That made Abby flinch a little. Her pretty features were soon wet just with humidity coming out of that wet maw, and then she was wearing the dripping wolf drool in her hair. Such cute pigtails. They looked like they were [i]meant[/i] for grabbing. Autumn certainly couldn’t keep her paws off. She kept her jaws open wide, pressing the deer so firmly to that wall that her hooves weren’t even touching the ground anymore, and took two big handfuls of her prey’s two-toned hair just to tug that stunned, curious, dazed face even closer to her jaws.

With her meal of deer meat effectively paralyzed by her [i]presence[/i], Autumn was free to play around. The weight in her gut shifted. All that repeated pressure of pinning Abby to the wall eventually made something collapse within. Mahiri was still squirming, but more weakly by the time the werewolf finally started sampling her next meal. She used her tongue as subtly as she could in such a drooly state, sweeping it up under the deer’s chin, then dancing along her features, giving every single inch, every single detail a thorough basting.

“Hhhfff ...” Abby huffed into the mouth before her, blowing some of that steam right back.

That brought a chuckle from the werewolf. Such a flustered girl. How many generations of instincts was she activating, just staring into the maw of a werewolf, vision framed by all those teeth? Autumn was playing with something delicate, something special, and she intended to make the most of it. She slathered the deer a couple more times, slurping her on the throat just to test if that would set anything off. Abby squirmed all through it, stretching her legs out until her hooves tapped the ground again, clutching the bricks behind her, trembling in that lovely way. That only got more intense when the werewolf started growling.

When she simply couldn't tease and taste any longer, when pure feral need overtook the fun she was having, she let the sound in her throat build to a snarly crescendo. Abby froze in place. She was the perfect target for a swift lunge of those jaws overtaking her whole face in a single ferocious [i]CHOMP[/i]. Autumn was only mildly careful with those fangs. She let them dig into that succulent venison a little, gnawing, chewing on her prey just to feel her squirm all the more. Abby had too much energy for wriggling. She wiggled like the best of them, occasionally catching the point of a wolf claw digging into her while Autumn peeled her out of her slightly sweaty yoga pants and top, shredding them all the way.

The wolf got the deer nude just in time for those heavy doe tits to flop down atop her tongue. Those were well worth sucking on for a while, slipping and slopping them up until they were just as soaked as her face. That soft doe muzzle slipped into the wolf’s throat, gasping into the grasping gullet, threatening to completely overtake Abby in humid heat and darkness. The deer might have been squirming, but she never quite seemed to tug away, to try to shove the werewolf off of her. Maybe it was just acceptance, but Autumn liked to think it was something more, that she was just [i]that[/i] sexy when she was eating someone whole.

She’d been so good, really. That any of the deer was still outside of her was a display of werewolf willpower Autumn so rarely demonstrated. She deserved a treat, and there one was, wiggling her hips back and forth in excitement, arms pinned to her side by the powerful grip of the big wolf’s hands on her shoulders. That was when the big, hungry beast really started feasting. She [i]HOMPHED[/i] again, chomping her way right down Abby’s bust, working to her belly, reaching down to take two great big handfuls of cushy butt, squeezing as tight as she liked. A moan echoed inside her pulsing throat from that, and Autumn could only grin when she felt it. That deer was all hers, in body and mind alike.

Scarfing, gulping, and eventually tossing her head back to point a pair of hooves directly at the very moon above that had caused the whole rampage. From there it was all about letting her body take over. She shook and rolled like a wave of copper, delighting in the pleasure of overtaking the soft doe’s hips, then her ass. Framing it in her jaws, Autumn took a curious lick between Abby’s thighs just to get a taste of how horny her prey was about the whole thing. She felt a jolt pass through the doe’s body, and maybe a distant, muffled scream-bleat of pleasure, but that was all the werewolf bothered to give. Her prey’s pleasure didn’t matter much to Autumn when the deer was scheduled to be mulched into werewolf pudge right along with Desi and Mahiri.

One more good gulp sent those legs down to join the rest of the bunched up deer sagging her gut. Autumn stole a few nibbles to thighs and calves alike before she framed those hooves in her teeth and kept the swallow going to slurp those away with the rest. Delicious deer lingered on her tongue, and then even more so when she belched hard enough she needed to lean on the wall for support, panting, puffing, and of course drooling plenty. She licked her lips,, then took to clutching and rubbing her big fat gut all stuffed with prey to gauge just how well everyone was doing in there.

It took a little settling and maybe a bit of crushing her muscles inwards, but Abby eventually came to rest. She was packed in so tightly with the cats that she didn’t even have much room to squirm. Autumn was pretty sure she could still feel Mahiri twitching somewhat inside of her, though the leopardess was definitely softened by then. There were perhaps traces of Desi too, thoroughly churned and already partly absorbed. To really finish digesting all three of them, Autumn was going to need to find a nice, quiet spot to rest. It so happened she knew of just the place, padding down deeper and deeper into the alley where she’d devoured Abby, walking into a spot so dark even the stray and scavenging animals didn’t dare wander there. No one was going to interrupt her lazy gurgle session.

There was still plenty of night left. Nothing about sitting and half-snoozing, churning away at three delectable meals until they stopped moving, until they were less recognizable as two pretty kitties and one lovely doe and just a mass of slop inside her was boring to Autumn. She rubbed her belly to keep things as calm as they could be, snorted, snuffed, and sometimes even moaned a deep, haunting sound into the night. Her gut crunched and [i]glorped[/i], bubbling away at the meat that was all hers to keep, compressing them down into one unrecognizable bulge that shrank in the werewolf’s clutches.

Autumn could feel some extra heft, some extra mass on her form after a good churn session with the ladies. She got thicker all over thanks to them, as if stealing their curves directly for herself, padding her bust, her butt, her hips. Some of it just went to making her stronger too, building muscle thanks to all those nutrients she’d siphoned away in the process of pushing them through her intestines. Her coat was shinier, and her whole body felt imbued with vitality by the time she stood up tall to stretch and yawn, her gut finally going taut after an hour or two of noisy activity.

The moon was still up, but it was almost time to get home. It wasn’t far, but she had something to take care of first. Wandering back and forth, checking the ends of the alleys for anyone who might have chosen to foolishly wander that way in the witching hour confirmed she was all clear. Her prey’s journey through her body had come to its natural end - or in Mahiri’s case, she was right back where she started. Autumn huffed and whimpered a bit as the urge grew and grew, finally picking a place there between the brick and concrete walls of two old buildings to squat deep, lift her tail, and lighten her load by leaving them behind.

Which was to say, she crouched and started taking a big, hefty werewolf shit for someone to eventually find in that dark alley. A grunting, panting push got the process going, sending a thick chunk of former felines and cervine alike down to the ground. A little tickle to her hole made her groan once she felt the little bits of bone she hadn’t fully pulverized in the process of crushing her prey down in her gut. They could have belonged to anyone. Same with the stained strands of hair and fur that sometimes showed up in the steaming mound, darkened by their passage, drained of their dyes, decorating that growing pile as if to give some small hint of who that mess had once been.

It took several minutes. For as efficient as Autumn’s body was, there were pounds of former ladies to push out, to dump there in the dark, forgotten and best avoided. A few shreds of their ruined clothing managed to make it through along with the more organic remnants, though it would have been difficult to identify anything. Most likely, that trio of digested meals were going to get added to the list of disappearances, never to be solved. There was a certain satisfaction to that thought that made Autumn curl her lip in amusement, when she wasn’t just grunting with the effort to shit out that deer and those cats somewhere they wouldn’t be found for a good, long while, when they’d already long dried.

When she was done, the werewolf rose to her full, intimidating height and kicked a little dirt over the massive pile she’d made. Old habits. She didn’t have the time nor the inclination to look back at what was left of those digested beauties. It was time for her to retrace her steps, to make more use of those hiding spots and dark corners to find her way back home undetected. Not even the distraction of a few tasty-smelling morsels along the way could pull her from her task. For one night at least, her vicious lupine appetite was satisfied.

Bounding up the fire escape in two leaps, she pulled open the window she’d left unlocked and slipped back into her apartment without a single eye upon her. Perhaps her neighbour heard her clunking around on those big paws, but she was sleepy enough to keep from making any more noise. The bed was too small for that form and she was going to get fur everywhere, but she could leave that for her untransformed side to deal with. A few hours later, she was going to wake up, smaller, smoother, totally unassuming, never to be suspected of making three people vanish one fateful full moon.

A humble human like her might have earned much different looks from those seductive cats, maybe even been seen as prey, but they were part of her now right along with the loveliest deer she’d ever seen. Even if the memories of the night were bound to be a bit blurry on waking and she was going to have some extra weight and wobble to worry about, the hunt was always, always worth it.