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Damien the Lady Killer: Samantha

He'd taken special note of her: A delicate gray feline, bespectacled but immodest. Her outfit stood out in the crowd he saw every day near his home, the bright red scarf catching his eye first, followed by her feminine form and confident posture. She looked like a woman on a mission who had yet to encounter a roadblock she couldn't overcome. Damien thought to himself, "She's perfect," his mind coming up with a plan to meet her. He felt an emptiness inside that he was certain she could fill.

The fox spent a few days studying her: her habits, her mannerisms, how she reacted to unexpected circumstances. Some might call it stalking, but it's not like he followed her to her house or anything, right? It was just observing. Gathering information so he could work up the nerve to finally introduce himself to her. Nothing wrong or weird about that.

Finally, the day came. Damien put on some of his nicer clothes, brushed his fluffy hair and tail, and steeled himself to walk up to..."Samantha," he'd learned was her name. Walking out the door to the brightly lit street, the fox puffed his chest out, ebony fur shimmering. He made his way up the avenue to where he knew he'd find her: Coming out of the supermarket holding a small bag of groceries to her chest. She always seemed to walk everywhere, which was great. Very admirable, and much easier to get ahold of her.

So when the fox saw that telltale red scarf above the grocery bag, he smiled and made his way down the sidewalk through the crowd of people, hand extending when he got closer, and then...Whoops! He tripped, crashing right into her and knocking her down, a bottle of barbecue sauce popping open and splashing onto her chest!

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry!" Damien said, scrambling to pick up some of the spilled groceries while simultaneously helping up Samantha as annoyed people walked right past.

The cat shook her head, a little irritated, but then caught sight of the handsome fox. Her temperature rose a bit, and she started to blush beneath her gray fur. "It's...it's okay," she said, also replacing the items in her bag. She scowled a bit when she saw the open bottle of sauce, but she replaced the lid, wiped the sauce off the sides a bit, and put it back, wiping her fingers on the grass.

Once the two were done with that chore, they both stood up. "Thanks for helping," Samantha said, smiling as much as she could under the circumstances.

"It was the least I could do. I'm so sorry about that. I tripped, and of course you just happened to be _right_there...Oh, you've got a little sauce on your..."

Samantha looked down, seeing the splatter between her breasts. "Ah, dammit," she said, starting to rub it off with her finger.

"Wait a second," Damien said, pulling out a handkerchief from his back pocket. "Use this."

The cat looked at the handkerchief then daintily took it. "Oh...? Thank you. I appreciate it," she said before wiping the sauce out of her fur. Damien smiled warmly as he watched her do so. When she tried to give it back, he refused: "No, you go ahead and keep it. Figure it's the least I can do." He brushed a lock of his hair away from his eye with his finger, then said, "Well, I'd better get going, unless you'd like me to help you bring your groceries home, o'course."

Samantha considered for a moment. "I think I'll be okay. Thanks for the offer though." She was still blushing a bit.

Damien grinned. "No problem at all, miss. Sorry again, and I hope you have a good rest o'the day." With that, he continued walking the direction he'd started while Samantha looked on, a bit surprised he let it go so fast. She said a small "g'bye" and went on her way as well.

That...actually went pretty well, all things considered, Damien thought to himself, whistling. Maybe he'd have to arrange for another meeting soon. She'd been known to go to the library from time to time, so perhaps it'd be a good idea to see about checking out a cat...er...book.

A couple days later, he decided to enact this plan. "Phase Two," so to speak. Upon entering the library, his striking yellow eyes picked out that telltale scarf in the history section. Damien gave a nod to the librarian at the front desk and then made his way toward his mark. "Hey, aren't you that lady I bumped into a little while back?"

The "lady" looked up from the book whose back she was examining and smiled. "Oh hi. I washed your handkerchief. I'd give it back, but it's at home right now. Didn't expect to see you here in the library."

The fox chuckled. "Heh heh...yup! Pretty big fan of fantasy. Looks like you're a history buff, yourself. S'pretty important to know! Lotta respect for that."

Grinning, Samantha held out a hand, saying, "Thanks. Nice to see another reader here too. I'm Samantha. Didn't catch your name back when you ran into me." A sarcastic glint crossed her eyes, and a sympathetic smirk reached the corner of her mouth.

Damien put one arm behind his head, embarrassed, and shook with the other. "Yyyyeah. Sorry again about that, Samantha. I'm usually not that clumsy. Anyway, m'name's Damien. Glad I saw you here, 'cuz I've kinda wanted to make it up to you since then."

Cocking an eyebrow, Samantha asked, "Oh? I thought you already did. You have something else in mind?" She seemed to be getting a bit fluttery, and Damien thought that his good looks and charm might be working out.

"Yeah," Damien said, adjusting his shirt, "was thinkin' of takin' y'out to dinner or somethin'. If you're not otherwise occupied, of course."

Replacing her book on the shelf, Samantha said, "Sure. I suppose that'll do for alllll that barbecue sauce you wasted. Cost me a whole fifty cents!" She chuckled, and Damien joined in.

"Great!" he said, clapping his hands together. "Where wouldja like t'go?"

She pondered for a bit, finger to chin. "Hmmm...y'know, I'm feeling kinda like Chinese food. You know a good place?"

"Sure do!" was the response. So the two made plans for later that night at a nice Chinese place.

The first date went well. The two talked, learned a bit about each other, and decided to make it a more regular thing. Sometimes they ate out. They went to a few public places to sit down together, and they just talked and laughed. Finally, though, Damien was ready for the last step:

"Hey Sam, wanna join me for dinner at my place tonight?" he said, thumbing some grass next to the tree they were sitting under.

Samantha, much more comfortable with him now, said, "Sure. I'd love to. What's for dinner?"

He grinned a foxish grin. "That's a surprise!"

She grinned back, "Alright then. I'll trust you not to poison me!" They both laughed, stood up, and went their separate ways.

That evening, Damien prepared everything he needed to. He washed up, dressed as smartly as he could, set a romantic table with candles off to the side, and even popped a mint right before his dinner date was to arrive. He figured she'd appreciate that. Just as he was looking in the mirror for imperfections, his large ears heard the doorbell ring. This was it!

With a spring in his step, he made his way to the door and opened it up, smiling broadly. Samantha looked great! She was wearing a gorgeous blue one-piece dress and matching wristbands. Around her neck and across her right shoulder, she wore that telltale red scarf, only this time tied looser than usual. Around the other arm hung her purse by its strap. Her body was luscious as could be, and she stood in such a tantalizing pose that Damien could barely constrain himself.

But constrain himself he did. "...Hoo...wow," he said, motioning her in and closing the door behind her, taking care to lock it so they would not be disturbed. "And I thought _I_went all-out!"

She giggled a bit. "You did! Your place looks great! Wouldn't expect this sort of décor from a bachelor, and you're quite dashing tonight yourself."

Damien grinned. "Aww...Flattery will get you nowhere," eliciting a smirk from Sam. "Now then...let's have a seat at the table. The meal's almost ready." He ushered her into his dining room, all dimmed and set by candles. The fox could practically hear his own heartbeat with all this anticipation. All his hard work was finally coming to a head, and he was eager to surprise his guest.

Pulling the chair out for her and taking a bow, Damien allowed his guest to sit, as a gentleman should. She curtsied before taking her seat and laughed a bit at all this formality. They both knew that things were going to get a lot less stuffy soon, but for now they danced the dance.

Once she was seated and Damien was headed to the other side, Samantha's eyes noticed what was set on the table: An open bottle of barbecue sauce. She snorted and then outright laughed, her chair tilting back a bit before she righted it again. "You clever bastard. You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

He grinned at her. "Why, I have no idea what you could mean!" Taking the bottle and putting it over two of his fingers, he flicked some specks onto her chest. Taking it a bit too far? Maybe. But hey, why not, right?

The cat got a little peeved at this, but laughed it off. "Hey, come on. You could've hit my dress, asshole." She stuck her tongue out at him as she wiped the flecks off, getting a bit of it smudged into her fur. Damien just laughed and looked at her.

"So..." she began, "I really am curious what's for dinner. I'm not really smelling anything other than the candles and barbecue sauce."

Ah, there we go. This was the perfect moment. "Close your eyes and lean forward, and I'll tell you," he said as seductively as possible. Playing along, she did as commanded. Even puckered her lips a bit in anticipation. He leaned forward as well, put his nose right in front of hers, and said, "Surprise! It's you." Then he grabbed her head from behind and unceremoniously shoved her face forward into his open jaws.

SCHLOMPHF!

Samantha tried to scream and pull back, but her nose was already trapped between his tonsils, and he'd leaped onto the table for more leverage, his knees knocking his plate and silverware to the floor and hers into her lap. Damien clamped down to keep her face in place and grasped her shoulders as she struggled to stand up, clattering her dinnerware to the floor. Doing so lifted the fox as well, but he grinned and then slammed down hard with a strong GULP!, engulfing her entire head and squeezing her shoulders into his bulging throat, pinning her arms to her sides.

It was now that the claws came out. The cat got one good scratch at his chest, but he moved back fast enough that it only caught his pocket and trapped her hand for a second as her claws caught in the groove. Damien took the time to grab her wrists and yanked them up between her breasts, then he took another big swallow and locked them there with his teeth and tongue. He could taste the barbecue sauce he'd flicked onto her, and he took a second to appreciate the mix of flavors. Oop! Looked like she was getting feisty again. He took another gulp, swallowing her up to her breasts as she placed her feet on her chair, trying to lift herself away again. As if that was going to happen.

Damien chuckled a bit, throat engorged with Samantha's head and shoulders, and he granted her wish, pulling her up even further, this time off the chair and onto the table with himself. Then he rammed down again, with a massive _SCHGLORGE!_and gobbled her up to her midsection. Her screaming intensified as her head was shoved mercilessly down his gullet and into his stomach. The buttons on his shirt were stretched to their limit, so he took one hand to unbutton them as he stepped down off the table, leaving her kneeling on the cloth as she kicked about. That done, the fox got back to work, placing both hands on her soft rear and pulling her in further.

GULP! GLORP! ULK!

His teeth lodged firmly in her rump, Damien decided to swing dance with his guest, forcefully pulling her off the table, through the air, and upward into a more vertical position where he could swallow those fantastic buns and legs more ravenously. He was enjoying this immensely, but all good things had to come to an end. And besides...the post-game was even better!

With a few more deft swallows, Damien pulled in Samantha's thighs and knees. GULP SLORP! Then her calves and ankles. ULK GLURP!_Then her heels and soles..._Glrmp...Until finally all that was left were her feminine little toes and fluffy tailtip, wiggling in the back of his throat. He slowly closed his jaws and gave one last swallow, sending a final bulge down his neck and into his now-massive belly. "Aaahhhh..."

The cat inside was fighting up a storm, screaming, pushing, scratching, and pleading. Of course, if she couldn't prevent herself from being eaten in the first place, there wasn't a chance of getting out by doing the same things. Damien just patted his stomach and said, "Thanks for the dinner date, Sam. Was a real pleasure." He licked his lips. Barbecue sauce. He laughed, holding his forehead and belly, and then he caught a glint of something white in Sam's purse. Curious, he waddled his way over, adjusting balance after a particularly powerful kick or two, and tugged the white thing out. A piece of cloth. His handkerchief. He grinned.

Then, just as he was about to tuck it away, Sam expanded her posture to stretch out his belly in all four directions! "Whoa!" Damien exclaimed, "Settle down in there! That's enough!" He punched his gut, which did little to quell the ferocity within.

...However...a rumbling began. Slow and quiet at first, but quickly gaining in volume. The fox felt a buildup inside him bigger than he'd felt in the past.

No point holding it in, though, right?

Damien sat in Samantha's former chair, tilted his head back, and bulged his cheeks as a massive belch erupted from his lips.

_ BYYYEEEEELLLLLLLCH! _

Out flew Samantha's signature scarf, covered in slime. It landed with a splat on the floor in front of him, a reminder of its former owner.

Speaking of the former owner...that belch seemed to have done a number on her air supply. Her struggles weakened, and her pleading became softer and softer. Damien cradled his belly and laid the side of his head on it, saying, "Shhhh...you did great, hun. You were everything I was hoping for and more." He licked his lips again and then looked at the handkerchief he was holding. Smiling, he dabbed it around his mouth and said, "...Thanks for bringin' my handkerchief back."

Samantha's only response was a soft, drawn-out gurgle.

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That night, while he was reading a book and massaging his sloshing gut, Damien thought about his belly's current occupant. She was really good. Like, totally delicious. And she was cute too, which certainly didn't hurt. He was glad he had her, and he was sure he'd remember her...well, for a few weeks at least. But that was a lot longer than usual, where he forgot about them in the few days it took to digest them! It's not often you remember what you ate, so this kitty was special. He belched a little, enjoying her flavor again.

A couple days later, Damien was able to button his shirt again, so he was more able to go out on the town despite still having quite the Samantha-slush paunch. Maybe look for someone else to gobble up after a while. You know: Being part of society again.

And a couple days after THAT, a flushing noise came from Damien's bathroom, followed by a running sink. The sink turned off, and the door swung open, a much trimmer black fox walking out, wearing a fancy red scarf. It'd been a good couple of weeks.