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My dinner's name was Charlie. He was a small, timid fox. He was pretty shy, but I could see the desire in his eyes. There was something deep within him, some primal, instinctive impulse, and it was under that instinct's direction that he couldn't help but regard my massive gut with utter, complete adoration.

I had only met him an hour ago. We were at The Hungry Night, a tavern designed for these sorts of predator/prey interactions. When you walk in the front door, you can pick up one of two colored indicator cards--yellow for prey, red for pred. I frequented the venue.

Just as always, I was sitting alone in the corner of the tavern, a bright scarlet card placed on the edge of my table. Charlie had walked in just a quarter past eight, also holding a red predator card. To be fair, he wasn't that small--I'm sure he could fit a smaller prey down his gullet if he tried hard enough--but compared to my large, hefty form, he was barely snack-sized. That, and he walked in hunched over, with his paws in his pockets and a nervous look on his face--hardly the posture of a true predator. Clearly he was confused about his role in the world, and so I took it upon myself to teach him his place.

"You sure you're in the right venue, buddy?" I had asked as he passed by my table. The fox was wandering aimlessly, clearly unsure of where to go.

"Y-yes," he replied with a quiet stutter, pausing in his tracks and turning back to look at me. "I'm s-searching for a prey...have you seen any?"

"I'm looking at one right now," I answered, following it with a deep, hearty chuckle. "You've got the wrong card, kid."

"N-no I don't!" he blurted out, looking rather alarmed. "I'm a fox, and foxes are predators. I'm not as--"

He stopped in the middle of his sentence, and a deep red blush spread across his cheeks. He opened his mouth, as if he were trying to form more words, but he couldn't find the confidence to protest. His eyes were glued to my midsection.

All I did was pull my shirt up the slightest bit, exposing the big fluffy belly underneath. And that was all I needed to do to draw him in.

I grinned wide, seeing that I had already won him over, and patted the empty seat beside me. He waddled over slowly and sat down, his gaze not straying from my belly for even a second.

He gulped nervously, pausing for a long moment before he finally found the strength to speak. "C-can I...t-touch it?" he asked timidly.

I nodded and smiled down at him warmly, saying, "Yeah, go ahead little guy. It's all yours to admire."

He hesitantly placed a paw on my stomach. Slowly, he traced it around in circles, feeling the round, doughy contour of what would soon be his new home.

"Like it?" I asked, reaching a paw down and petting his head. I had to admit, he was pretty cute, especially with that stutter and the blushy cheeks. I could hardly wait to give him a taste.

"Yeah..." he answered, adding a second paw. He kept rubbing, giving my tummy some gentle squeezes. Then, getting a bit more adventurous, he burrowed his face into my gut, pressing his muzzle down into my navel. My gut was so pliable, his entire face nearly disappeared.

I let him have his fun for another few minutes, then decided that I was hungry and wanted to get the show on the road. I gently pulled his face and his proding paws away from my gut. The fox looked up at my face, appearing a bit disappointed that I was pulling him away so soon. "Don't worry," I reassured him, "it'll be even warmer and more comfortable on the inside."

He nodded shyly, and inched closer in his seat. I wrapped my paws around his waist and hoisted him up, propping the little fox up onto my belly. Without another word spoken, I unhinged my jaws and gave him a gentle push forward. I wrapped my tongue around the fox, covering him in saliva and giving him a taste. He was a bit more tangy than I cared for, but still plenty delicious. Eager for more, I shoved him in further and gulped down, my throat starting to drag him down the dark, abyss-like tunnel.

He started squirming a little bit in my grasp, but he didn't seem like he was desperate to escape me, so I shrugged it off and kept swallowing. My jaws stretched open wide, accepting his shoulders and his upper chest into my wet, dripping maw.

By the time his whole chest was past my lips, I could hear the faint, muffled sound of Charlie's voice, although I had no idea what he was saying. Again, I ignored it and kept swallowing. His squirming form was bulging out from my neck. I placed a paw on my throat and moaned contently, feeling him glide down my gullet as I gulped again and again.

Before I knew it, his legs had disappeared into my maw as well. The only part of him left outside were his feet and the tip of his fluffy tail, both of which sat on the tip of my tongue, wiggling erratically. I gulped down one final time, the powerful muscles in my throat dragging him the rest of the way in. From there, it was slick sailing, and the rest of him slide down my gullet and into my stomach with ease. I clamped my jaws shut and let out a deafening belch, satisfied with my meal.

I leaned back in my seat and looked down. Charlie was squirming around inside my belly--a feeling that's sheer pleasure can hardly be described in words.

Beneath the content gurgling of my stomach, I could again hear the faint sound of the fox trying to say something, but again, I couldn't quite make it out. Whatever it was, I'm sure it didn't matter too much. I already gave him exactly what a preyboy like him wanted and needed. All that was left for me to do was relax, drink and enjoy my meal--at least until my red card caught the attention of another confused "predator", that is.