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Rise, Thighs & Eyes.

© Tsumi Moogle '18

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He'd miss those halls. The worn and scuffed linoleum floors in their chessboard patterns, the classrooms with their squeaky tables, and vibrant graphs and excepts and displays, the nook out behind the gymnasium where he'd coaxed oh so many out of sight, and then coaxed them even further out of sight again.

Cam's eyes followed over the lockers lining the walls of the main hallway. A deep shade of blue, to the 70's green of his old one. The variance in other students just as different, as he passed by a wolf. Near a head taller than himself, but certainly not more than a couple years between them. Felines, Rodents, Marsupials, Equines, Bovines, even a few he couldn't put his finger on, colourful and intricate blends, in a swath of different styles of clothing.

Behind his broader rimmed glasses, he glanced the odd figure up and down in passing. The same as it always had been. His hand almost subconsciously went to his softer middle, fingers giving a gentle dig and stir, as though he were trying to coax the low rumbling beneath to calm.

Back then, Monday mornings would have normally seen his arm drape about someone's shoulders at his old school. He was known. That is, you either knew him, or you knew -of- him. And it was a coinflip to find out which way you were seen by him.

A weedy little nerd could have been given a compliment, and jovially coaxed to have an awesome day, just as easily as his awkwardly tied and scarcely used shoes would have been belched up and dropped in a cafeteria bin.

A cheerleader could have risked the danger to be seen at his side, and many had. Some for longer than they had anticipated, when their acrobatics had been put to little more than an indulgent struggling under his gut.

Just the same as he'd high-fived his number of jocks, and later in the semester caught them unawares in the shower, and then had them circling the drain scarcely after...

The reminiscence abated with that insistant urge.

The freedom to do that sort of thing was not usually given to the new kid. There was territory to consider. Though being meek, he knew, wasn't anyway to stake a claim on this brave new fuzzy world he'd had to transfer over to.

The hume's eyes refocused, and this time, hardened with the grin on his face. His swagger wouldn't do, not yet. His labelled street wear would be enough to those who knew what they were looking at, but the best way to put himself out there, was to put someone in there. And as his gaze moved from figure to figure, tiger, bear, squirrel, crocodile- woah, that would be interesting to try, raven, hyena, ..Ah.

Mouse.

The rodent was busy with his locker, adjusting books, and twitching his fleshy tail as he did. Understated in his clothes, slightly hunched, as if to make himself less intimidating, as if the whole five and a bit feet of him could be considered as such. Not quite a nerd, not quite a prep, but something succinctly, simply mundane.

And for it, Cam had to swallow the pooling of his saliva as he approached, admiring how soft the honey coloured fur looked. Adjusting his pace, he turned to approach the rodent.

Was it instinctual? Or maybe he let off a scent that some others in the hall seemed to notice, as several heads turned and glanced at the furless newcomer to their hall approaching the mouse, who lifted his head to consider the human smiling at him.

'Hey there! I'm Cam'.' The newboy tone was unpracticed. Unfamiliar territory.

'New here? Not many humans.' The mouse said with a small smile, standing up to lift his backpack up.

'I didn't think there would be, and yeah! This place is huge compared to my last school.' An uncertain gaze, almost hesitant, intimidated.

'I could show you about if you want. There's a bit of time before class.' The mouse smiled consolingly. Hook. Line. Sinker.

'Man, that'd be awesome, thanks!'

'No worries! I'm Ben.' The mouse offered a hand for the human to shake.

Shutting his locker, Ben turned to start his tour, with Cam eying over the mouse's back. It wasn't much, in the way of territory. But it was a start. People would know. People would gossip. People would watch.

Like someone was already.

He noticed the gaze out of his peripheral vision. A flash of scarlet, that drew his gaze for a moment.

Rabbit. Tall, composed, and regarding him with a strange look. There was a quirk on his snowy, relaxed face, just barely a grin. Cam's eyes in their practiced sweep, a tiny motion, took in the jacket. Proper Harley Davidson style, well kept, and decently filled for a lapine. A casual tee underneath grungily designed in reddish hues to match his eyes. Faded, but hell, embroidered jeans hugging hips befitting an active hopper, the design more like something tribal, than anything flowery, but it still lent to the buck's look. They tucked into a pair of thick black timbs, worn slightly loose on his larger feet.

All taken in in a moment, before Cam's eyes met those rubies again, and one pale eyebrow raised in an almost 'Like what you see?' look, before the rabbit turned. His eyes traced almost pointedly to the mouse, before that quirk on his lips cracked into a wider grin.

Cam followed the gaze, and turned, to continue after the mouse, who hadn't noticed him lagging behind. That rabbit knew. He had to. Not that he seemed to mind. Odd for a prey species. But dressed like that, maybe it was all a farce. A prey species, big, sure, but still just food.

He already knew who was next on his menu. And that jacket would be a symbol, a marker of his foray into forging himself back up the social and food chains. The hume was grateful for the general background noise of the hallway as it hid the thick, insistant churn of his gut well.

The mouse, to his credit, had some pretty sound advice on the lay out of the school. Taking him on a slightly round-about path through the halls, pointing out what lay where, how to get to the science labs, the best way to get to the cafeteria to get a decent place in line (Though Cam questioned if he'd ever make actual use of that tidbit), the gym and the teachers to be wary of. Mr. Brown sounded a bit like a hardass, picked favourites. The drama teacher, Ms. Scheer had lungs on her and was known for her screams when things got out of hand.

And of course, which toilets worked, and were best to use.

'Wouldn't suggest going to the one on the second floor. A lot of the seniors make use of it, in class and out. It can get pretty dangerous, really.' Ben said, almost trailing off as he seemed taken by a memory.

And that faraway gaze, with the empty hall, was all Cam had needed. Stepping about infront of the mouse, and yawning before his face. The rodent's eyes centered on the human's face, and then widened in a confused moment of recognition. As the impossible pred's lips sealed over his face, and Cam's hands promptly grasped at his tour guide's arms, he worked with practiced efficiency.

Not to say he didn't savor the alien new flavours, richer and more varied than he had expected as his tongue matted fur, and clung shirt to Ben's squirming frame.

He swallowed firmly over the wirey frame's head, and sank the earnest figure into the sticky embrace of his roiling gullet, cancelling out the sound of his gut's eagerness to meet its first fuzzy meal, with the mouse's panicked squeaks, and squelches as the walls wrung and clung to every nook and inch of his vanishing frame.

Over abdominals, and hips, Cam leaned himself back on the wall beside a small trophy case, with several plaques, and tugged at the fleshy tail trying to wrap itself irksomely about his neck to impede the mouse's ingestion. Fear overcoiled its motions, weakening Ben's desperate attempts for safety, before the hume managed to wrap the flexible limb about a thigh, as he crested those hips, and began slurping down the simple denim hugging those legs. A nostalgic feel, it was more a recollection of his previous school than any thought of associates, teachers or lessons. The drag of that fabric down his gullet, the stretch of his shirt and weight of his middle as the mouse pooled out into it.

The final hurdle, tapered and diminished though it was, was the boy's scuffed kicks. Cam considered them almost dryly, but leaning his head back, he lifted a hand to rest over his throat, savoring the twin bulges of them shlrk'ing over the back of his tongue. The last swallow was a simple rinse, and with a soft sigh, he grinned as he looked down to his gut as it bulged, fought, and struggled futily. Some things, he was delighted to see as he adjusted his backpack, never changed.

As he stepped back out into the corridor, heads turned. Attentions broke from morning catch-ups and shit-shooting, for eyes to fix on the human kneading over the pointed bulges of his gut. Confusion was evident on the face of a number of his fellow students, as a few moved, as if in total flaunting of evolution, towards the predator.

A ferret regarded those bulges, and looked up to the hume with a look of jaw-slacked awe.

'Woah..! Who was that- How did you..?' He sputtered, asking the questions the collective gathering of fuzzy frames had buzzing about their minds. Cam grinned as he puffed his chest out a little and idly stirred the struggling mouse.

'Some kid named Ben. Never tried mouse before. He was pretty good.' the human shrugged his shoulders airily, as if it wasn't a big thing.

'You make it sound like you've done that before!' mewled an almost indignant looking spotted cat. Perhaps he was sour for a human catching the mouse.

'Dozens of times, my dude.' Cam grinned a lazy, practiced, cocky grin towards that outburst. 'Not usually the wirey sorts. I usually find more enjoyment in jocks. They squirm harder.'

The soft gasps of several preyish types was bolstering in an entirely different way. The platform had been set. And it could only rise.

'Have you ever eaten a wolf before?' gasped one canid figure, with his floppy ears looking like a rather endearing house-pet. Cam's head shook.

'Mouse was the first. But I gotta say, he was delicious.' He paused his posturing to percolate a heavy belch out into the hall, as well as a pair of saliva-slicked shoes. The simple vans thumping on the floor, and stopping at the feet of a skunk whose fur darkened. The resounding noise dimmed several conversations. Glancing over the face of a black-furred mouse, he smirked as he turned, and with that gravid gut, pinned the boy against a locker, leaning in a little as the rodent squirmed and squeaked. 'I think I like rodents though.. I'd especially like to try rabbit.'

He had felt the gaze on his back, and the words had escaped him with ease. He knew his next projected step, it was all just a matter of time.. And in the meanwhile, the target of those very words had caught them as he stepped past the crowd, his eyes regarding the human, mooshing his twitching, glrrn'ing gut against the flustered mouse.

Cam's head turned as he stepped back, letting the boy sink to the linoleum. He caught the rabbit's eyes, and widened that grin of his, almost challenging the buck.

Before he could make anything of it though, the bell rang through the halls, breaking the reverie of those about the hume. The rabbit's eyes, piercing, but unreadable, turned back the way he was going, and he headed on among the din, lifting one of his lop ears to his lips, seeming to nibble at it. Smirking, Cam couldn't resist giving his gut a soft pat, reviving those struggles and panicked squeaks anew as he made his way to his own class.

Where had Ben said? East wing, right..? Third door. Awesome!

Stepping into the classroom, as other students were still making their way, he got to enjoy the impact of the new-kid already asserting himself so directly. Like Ben, it was best to just let them digest for a bit with that.

His bag slung from his shoulder and he sank into an empty chair, grunting softly for the sag of the struggling rodent still fighting against the churning of his gut. They were subdued though, with a noticeable lack of fight compared to bare minutes before. Running a hand over the bulges, he was sure the mouse had softened a good deal as well. Well, his gut was nothing if not relentless.

Their teacher was an elegant looking feline, who strolled in bare moments after the bell. A slim-cut outfit of no-nonesense, with plenty of respect to fashion, she seemed quite direct, introducing herself as Ms. Florence to the new faces in her class. Her hazel eyes took in several faces, and lingered on Cam for a moment. He saw his own bare-instant glimpse up and down as she took in his stomach, visible under his desk, before she regarded another empty seat in the room. Roll-call was taken, with Ben not answering to his summons, except through a faintly audible 'glrrg'. The hume at least had the modesty to excuse himself.

He would have been less than impressed with himself for his performance in the class, but his mind was still laden with the pleasing thoughts of the mouse slowly souping down within his gravid middle. The taste of him, finally in those quiet minutes, available to be considered properly. What other students would be like, and in particular, the rabbit.

He could see those scarlet eyes on himself, regarding him.. He'd like to see how they saw him when he cornered the snowy buck. Oh, he was going to try to hide it, the shock, the uncertainty.. But just that glimpse would give the game away, and he'd be on his way down, little more than a bad-ass bulge.

The weight of the mouse sagged as he got to his feet when the bell rang. He was more paunch than person by that point, with bulges faint, non-descript and shrinking slowly with pleasingly liquidy noises. He could nearly snug his shirt down over the mouse as he stepped out into the hall in the wake of his classmates, several of whom gave him a wide berth.

He could have easily lost himself in the tide of the bodies chattering and moving in that natural flow of motion, working from room to room. But like a blinking alert light, the hume caught the scarlet of familiar eyes before the rabbit passed by.

Cam's gut gave an insistant lurch, and gurgled all the heartier as he watched the tall frame. And turning on his Choo's, he followed after the rabbit, kneading along his soft middle as he envisioned pressing his gut to that back.. peeling the leather free, and sucking those long ears down his gullet. He'd probably have to miss the next two classes.. but this one.. He had to have him.

Despite the odd bumps and brushes and eyes passing over his middle, his attention was placed well ahead of himself. The turns in motion told him they were making for the gym. That worked well for him: The hot showers would do -wonders- for his digestion.

The doors closed after the rabbit, and Cam, slipping from the wash of bodies, followed suit, stepping into the quieter air of the so far empty change-rooms. He almost frowned for the lack of an audience. Oh well...

Turning, he saw the rabbit at a locker, idly turning the dial on his lock, and licked his lips.

'Fancy meeting you here.' Cam stepped towards the rabbit, who looked over towards him, raising his eyebrows.

'Something you need a hand with..?' The buck spoke with a smooth voice. A shade lower than the hume had anticipated from him. The uncertainty didn't quite bely what the hume had hoped. Not yet at least. He took another step, to which the taller frame took a matching step back.

'Oh, just got an itch I thought you could help me scratch.' Cam smiled as his hand traced pointedly over his belly. He took another step which the rabbit imitated again. 'See, since this morning, despite breakfast, I've had something of a pit that's demanded to be stuffed full.' Another step, and this time, the rabbit's form bumped into the lockers. Those ruby eyes were fixed on the approaching human. The raised eyebrows, the twitch of his nose-pad.. He was nearly there.. just teetering.

'And as good as mouse was, I've been hankering for something more substantial. Something that's going to squirm, and give me a lot more..' his grin spread. 'Squirm for a buck.' The human's gut pressed against the rabbit's firm frame, and he burped, making the rabbit's fur ripple some.

His fur, but nothing else. Cam blinked a little, before he felt the front of shirt being gripped, scrunched, and his feet lifted off the ground with surprising smoothness.

The rabbit's gaze followed him as he lifted him inch by inch, with no apparent concern for the weight of the human, even with a mouse well churned within him. The buck's muzzle spread slowly from that strange, faint smirk, into a full grin, his understated buckteeth framed by a pair of sharper teeth that the human missed, as he stared down at those eyes.

'You've got to be one of the ballsiest humans to step into this school, Kale.' The rabbit's head inclined. He knew that wasn't Cam's name. Cam knew that he knew that. 'But just because you managed to pack down a kid with no more hopes of packing you down than he would a steak, doesn't give you brownie points.' His voice wasn't even angry. 'It was written on your face from the moment you stepped in here, that your food's just a boost to your standing. See, we run by a different ruberick here.' The rabbit smirked. 'Territory.'

Cam swallowed as his legs wriggled under him. The rabbit's arms weren't even trembling with the effort of holding him.

'And right now, there's this headstrong newcomer waltzing through mine. Picking at my food, and trying to make his mark in a world that he understands in only the crudest sense. ?Rabbit.? You thought. ?There's an easy take. Flightly green eater..? Well, you'd be half-right. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Kale.'

He was moving again, drawn down towards those eyes, before the buck's grin parted into a cavernous gape. Cam's eyes widened under his glasses as he took in the panoramic view of slick, dark flesh, framed by those pearly teeth. His heart pounded in his ears, as his glasses fogged, moments before his face squidged into the slick embrace of the rabbit's gullet. The buck's tongue cupping under his chin and guiding in as his hands adjusted their grasp to instead catch one arm to Cam's waist, then the other. Just like Ben, he thought, as he was reduced to the same precarious position of the mouse he'd churned to soup less than an hour ago. The rabbit was wasting no time in any more formalities, or preamble, as he took a firm swallow that sank the bulge of his head into an achingly tight gullet.

It wasn't the first time he'd been vaulted down a throat. But he could vaguely recall more give the last time.. Yet something told him it wasn't a matter of lack of use, as the rabbit wormed his jaws almost languidly over his shoulders and Torso. Those teeth and fangs nibbled against his frame as the taller male continued draining the new student with every swallow.

Each, a rich wash of saliva slicked him down as he sank down past a steady thumping heart, down towards the muffled, burbling pit awaiting him. After his sound run at the top.. he was going to be brought low by a rabbit..?!

Without hassle, the universe seemed to respond as the large lape adjusted his hold when Cam's doughier middle was slowly tongue-lashed and mooshed and inched into that achingly tight gullet. The mouse more of a hindrence to the hume, than to the rabbit as he gripped at Cam's kicking legs by the denim of both ankles.

A free hand in the meanwhile, traced against his back, and drummed fingertips over the firm torso about him.. before he wrung out into a stomach proper. He gasped in the thicker air, wincing as his inverting weight began to hurry precedings rather worrisomely.

The peristaltic undulations couldn't keep up with Gravity's insistance to haul him down.. And he felt his legs writhing up, gaffed in that simple hold as the rabbit all but relaxed his throat to let Cam struggle himself down.

Down, until even his kicks joined him in that slimey, dank heat. The buck apparently not caring for the niceness of his threads, as his jaws snapped shut, and he made sure to seal the deal with one final swallow to pack the human down wholly.

With a soft sigh, the rabbit smiled. His tongue brushed his lips as he considered those muted flavours.. cologne that really just got in the way.. at least Ben had made a pleasing texture to contrast the restof the human's indignant writhings.

Shrugging his shoulders, the buck slid his jacket off, and began getting changed for his gym class as other students began to filter into the change room.

It was less with awe, than understanding that they regarded the rabbit's tight middle holding up the basketball singlet, and hanging over the satiny shorts. The bulges underneath rather more visible, and poignant as they walked out to the highly polished floor of the gynmasium proper. The tall polar bear coach looking about the class, and fixing the rabbit with her stern gaze, barked.

'Hunter! You think you're playing tomorrow's game laden like that?'

'Sorry Coach, Had to help break a new kid in.' The rabbit grinned, earning a firm glare. He didn't even mind as he was relegated to the mat for a constant regiment of exercise.

Cam panted in his sticky prison, shivering despite the stiffling heat. Pushing against the walls, he blinked in the gloom for the tautness of them. He thought of his own prey, how he'd enjoyed the struggles, and movement, and especially the bulges.. But here, actually inside, it was so oppressive.. slick, stewing, the walls undulating in arhythmic motion, a constant, churning sea of flesh and muscle and enzymes that made his skin feel overwarm.

What was left of Ben was squished up within the nooks of his form as he was forced to curl about the mouse-turned-pudge. Like hugging on a plush pillow that he couldn't move. The pressure made him groan, and made him try to writhe harder. The wall yielding slowly to his intent attentions.. At least before the world adjusted, and the walls compressed and hardened, squeezing the hume down again, making him gasp anew.

The rabbit panted steadily as he lay on the mat. His arms behind his head, and a grin on his face as he slowly leaned up in a focused crunch. His muzzle brushed into the bulge of his snowy, domed gut.

'Something the matter, pellet?' The rabbit rumbled steadily as he held his position, before relaxing. One of his classmates holding his size 13 J's down. 'I don't feel you squirming in there. Not having trouble, I hope. Not a big, bad pred like yourself.' He leaned up for another, muting any response, save a squeak as the rabbit ground down on him again, smothering him in the taut, heavy flesh.

Cam winced as he was bundled so tight. The steady churning of the guts about him seemed to pick up as the rabbit kept up his steady work out. Sets of crunches, and sit-ups that sloshed him back and forth.. The hot air thicker for every gasp that escaped him as the rabbit's gut continued unabashedly, and even intently burbling with growing intensity. He found the walls moved him more than he could hope to bulge them out as the rabbit moved to planking, fixating on keeping his body taut and poised. It was perhaps a little unfair that he had his gut to prop him up.

Minutes passed by as the human sank slowly amidst a steady pooling of thick churning ooze. He felt himself sweating thick beads, strength sapping from his body as each tense and firm impacting drop of push-ups made the gut glorp heavily, sloshing him about.

When the rabbit finally elicited a belch, Cam could barely register it, feeling darkness enfolding about him like those tight churning walls.

---

Consciousness was a weird thing to have come back all at once. That darkness abating, as though he was surfacing from a deep, dreamless sleep, he blinked groggily up at the unfamiliar ceiling above him. The blankets clean, warm, and plush against the soft sinky nature of the mattress. He could well have just dozed off again, or laid there for hours...

At least until a gentle velvety brush along his neck, which tightened a little, and clicked neatly, made his eyes open again.

His arms felt heavy to lift. His hands, clumsy things, felt awkwardly over the thick length of plush leather about his neck, and the curious tag that hung from the front of it.

Something else moved in the bed beside him, making the human stir, and gaze about, until a pair of scarlet eyes watched him.

The rabbit grinned, reclined in a leather computer chair. His gut was well diminished, almost back to the snug tautness he'd seen under that shirt.. He was wearing that jacket again.. the grungey styled t-shirt, those embroidered jeans and- Cam paused as he blinked his eyes at the familiar pair of Jimmy choo's rested on the edge of the bed the buck had just leaned back from.

'Those're mine.' Cam managed to croak groggily, earning a soft tut and shake of the buck's head.

'Mine now, Pellet. Just like you.' The rabbit grinned as he leaned a leg and brushed the human's cheek with the toe of his foot. The kicks were covered in what was unmistakably bunny slobber. Cam tensed as he realized the buck had probably only just belched them up.

'And everyone's going to know it.' the rabbit continued. 'You won't be packing down any of my food while you're wearing that.' he smirked, picking his teeth idly. 'Not without asking, at the very least. So make sure you remember your manners, pet, else next time I pack you down, it's going to have to be out in the main yard where everyone can watch.'

Cam's cheeks flushed as he felt that collar, staring at the rabbit with a small shiver. He nodded meekly as the buck rolled his chair closer, and with that same, unerring strength he'd displayed in that locker room, dragged the human up against his form, resting his face against the warmed jacket.

Between the buck's own masculine scent and the leather, the human shivered.

'..What should I call you, sir?' Cam offered, earning a pleased nod from the buck.

'Teio. But you can stick with 'Sir', pellet.'

'yessir.' the human murmured as he settled in place, cowed by the rabbit, stirring for the brush of his own footwear along his thigh and the idle gurgle of the buck's gut against his ear.

--Fin.