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Oddly Specific Craving

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Kim's tail lashed as she looked from one food vendor to the next. She and her friend had been standing in the middle of the mall food court for a full ten minutes now, because the white cheetah was suffering a crippling case of indecision. Shirou, her orange draconic friend, was thankfully patient, offering his recommendations. But nothing was jumping out at Kim. It was just one of those days where she couldn't settle on anything.

"I'm sorry this is taking so long," Kim murmured, feeling sheepish.

"Oh, you're fine, take your time," Shirou reassured.

"Tell you what," Kim offered. "Why don't you grab what you want, so you're not waiting on me to decide?"

Shirou tipped his head. "You sure?"

She nodded. "Yeah. It'll give me some time to think about it."

The dragon shrugged. "All right, then. Be right back." Kim watched Shirou head directly for his favorite go-to, A&aWoo. Her eyes fixated on his long, crimson-tipped tail as it swished with Shirou's steps, and continued to linger as he waited in the queue. Shirou was appropriately known as an Autumn Dragon. His orange and yellow scales were complimented by a deep red mane and a stripe of identical fur running the length of his tail, culminating in a fluffy tip.

The tail in particular reminded her of a cat toy, a thought that made her quietly giggle at the intrusive mental scene that followed: stalking Shirou like a wildcat and pouncing that swishing tail. She quickly dismissed it, reminding herself that she was supposed to be thinking about what to eat.

Kim still hadn't made up her mind when Shirou returned with basked filled with chicken tenders and French fries, a tall cup of iced tea in his other hand.

"So, settle on anything?" the dragon asked, lifting the basket to his face to snatch a French fry since both hands were occupied.

Kim shook her head. "Nooooo. I got distracted."

Shirou offered his basket. "French fry?"

She smiled and reached over, stealing a few and popping them into her mouth. "Thanks." She then leaned up and gave Shirou a kiss on the cheek for his kindness, making the dragon blush. Then she noticed a pleasant scent. She covertly sniffed at Shirou's mane. It smelled citrusy. Oh. That's really nice.

Kim's stomach gave an unhappy rumble, fueled by the sample of Shirou's fries and the myriad scents filling the food court. And then there was Shirou's scent, on top of it all. She gave him a glance out of the corner of her eye, thinking back on her earlier thought about hunting him. Pouncing his tail like quarry and "catching" him. And wildcats generally ate what they captured.

She shook the thought from her brain. No, Shirou's a good friend. FOCUS, Kim.

Shirou took notice of her extended silence and swallowed another French fry. "What's on your mind, Kim? You seem...I dunno, kind of out of it."

Kim chuckled. "Sorry. I guess it's just one of those days. There's not really anything pressing, just a general...I don't know. Indecisive mood, if that makes sense? Like, I know I'm craving something but I can't settle on exactly what."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, I get you. I get that way sometimes. Usually when I'm making a big purchase, though. Something really important. What if I picked something for you?" Shirou offered. "Would you be okay with that?"

"Your part of the reason I can't make up my mind," Kim murmured. It just slipped out.

Shirou had his face in his fries again, giving her a quizzical look as he lowered the basket. "Come again?" There was a subtle blush on his cheeks, giving the orange scales a rosy tint.

Kim felt a hint of panic. "That came out wrong." She turned to look at her friend, then noticed that subtle blush. "Just a random thought I was having, it's nothing."

"Clearly it's something," Shirou replied.

She decided to confess the silly thought she'd had. "Just one of those things that pops out of nowhere. Your tail reminded me of a cat teaser, and I was entertaining the thought of pouncing it like a wildcat. Cat things."

He looked amused. "Oh, yeah? What would you do it you caught it?"

She leaned into it, playing along. "If I caught your tail? Probably pin it between my paws and nibble on it. Lick it. Maybe I'd even give that tuft a little gulp."

Shirou's cheeks further darkened. "Y-you mean, you'd swallow it?"

Kim's eyes flashed with recognition. She smirked. "Uh huh. Don't know how far I'd get, though, you're a lot of dragon for a small girl like me. Stuffing you down butt-first would be a feat."

The result was immediate. Shirou's face was nearly the same shade of red as his mane. Kim turned to fully face him and leaned in, pressing herself suggestively against Shirou's side, nearly causing him to drop his basket of food. She stood on her toes to reach his ear, murmuring quietly into it.

"I think I've figured out what I'm craving, Shirou."

"Uh huh?"

"I'm craving dragon. A sweet, citrus-scented dragon named Shirou. But I won't be upset if you're not into that. I know you prefer guys." She didn't want him to feel pressured, after all.

Shirou immediately shook his head. "Stomachs don't have a gender. I don't...I wouldn't mind if you wanted me like that. Goodness, that's an oddly specific craving."

Kim grinned. "You sure? I won't be upset if you say no."

He swallowed thickly and nodded. "I-if you wanted me as your meal, I might let you."

A hungry growl rumbled in Kim's belly. She dipped her muzzle and gave the side of his neck a kiss, then indulged herself in another lungful of his scent, followed by a lick that made the tall dragon shiver. She could tell he was reluctant. He wasn't fully agreeing to anything.

"And what if I wanted to keep you?" Kim pressed. "It'd be a one-way trip, Shirou."

She felt him tremble again. "K-keep me? Like, for how long?" His tail swished quickly.

"How about the rest of your life? A permanent resident on my hips."

Shirou may have preferred men, but there was no ignoring the effect her teasing was having. There was a prominent bulge in his jeans and he was shifting on his feet. And they were still standing in the middle of the food court. He looked conflicted. Nervous. But flagrantly aroused.

"Why don't we find a quiet corner?" Kim offered. "Let you put down your food before you drop it. Then we can talk about getting my food down."

"Su-sure, l-lead the way," Shirou agreed.

Kim grinned and hooked her arm around Shirou's elbow, guiding him to the back corner of the food court. It was relatively secluded, located near the restrooms, but still public enough that anyone casually passing through would see them. Shirou slid into a booth and was quickly joined by Kim. His eyes widened when she crawled across the bench toward him, spotty tail swishing with clear intent. The dragon found himself backed into the corner by a hungry cat, planting her hands on either side of his hips as she peered up at him on all-fours.

"O-oh gosh, you really mean this, huh?" Shirou stammered.

"I do," Kim confirmed. "And I'm really, really going to enjoy you, I can tell. You're blushing like an eager bellyslut, Shirou."

Shirou sharply inhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring. His tail loudly thumped against the wall he was backed against. Kim looked quite pleased with herself at the reaction.

"Oh, did you like that?" she purred. "Are you willing to admit that you want it?"

It was clear how frazzled the dragon was. His claws were digging into the bench, his face a scarlet hue. "I would...love to be your...bellyslut, Kim."

She beamed. Her stomach gave another groan. "Let's give my belly what it's craving, then. I hope this mall's plumping is up to the challenge."

Shirou let out a squeak, sinking lower into the booth as Kim proceeded to crawl up the front of his body. She grabbed at the bottom of his red hoodie and sharply pulled it upwards, prompting Shirou to hastily tuck his wings so they wouldn't snag it. He lifted his arms and let her shear the hoodie off his torso, tossing it onto the table once it was free. Shirou had no objections to being shirtless in public, but when Kim reached for his jeans, he gently squeezed her wrist.

"Mmh, feeling bashful, Shirou?" Kim purred. "You won't need those where you're going."

He gave it a long thought, eyes darting to see if anyone had noticed them. Not yet at least. He eventually nodded. "O-okay, but...just the pants. Leave the boxers on."

Kim leaned in and nuzzled his neck, followed by another teasing lick. "I can do that. But I can't promise I won't peel them off while you're slipping down my throat." She unbuttoned his jeans, then zipped down the fly. The dragon's restricted bulge sprang up immediately, crimson boxers stretched taut around his erection. Kim couldn't help tracing her fingertips along it, making Shirou quietly gasp. He looked conflicted, so she reminded herself to be respectful of boundaries.

"Butt up," Kim instructed. She tugged on the waistband of Shirou's jeans. He nodded and lifted his hips off the bench, giving Kim just enough room to shimmy down his pants. She dipped beneath the table and continued scooting the denim down the dragon's toned thighs, admiring sets of cute red spots that peeked above the waist of his boxers. Shirou helpfully shifted his legs, stepping out of his jeans and pushing them the rest of the way off. He was now wearing nothing but boxers, in a public space, slumping down in the booth to make his six foot figure small as possible.

Scooting forward, Kim paused. She was about to climb back up into Shirou's lap, but now his erect bulge was staring her in the face. The dragon's boxers were already collecting a damp spot, pleasantly fragrant with arousal. Kim, you know you shouldn't. He's gay.

She spoke up anyway. "H-hey, Shirou. You would mind if I...erm...sampled a little bit?"

The dragon ducked down, peering at Kim through the gap between his body and the table. "Sample how...oh." Kim had a dreamy look in her eyes, resting her cheek on his thigh.

"I know it's not your thing. It's okay if you say no. I'm still going to eat you, either way."

There was that conflicted look again. Kim felt a twinge of guilt creeping in and was about to climb back up when Shirou bit his lip.

"M-maybe...just a little bit," he allowed. "I mean...my dick's gonna end up in your mouth, one way or another, right?"

She nodded and offered a reassuring smile. "If you're certain." She gently traced her fingers along the inside of his thigh. Testing the water, but not moving too quickly.

Shirou eventually nodded. "Yeah. I'd be okay with it, since it's you."

She slid her cheek farther up his leg, nose just short of bumping into his tented boxers. "Give me a couple taps on the shoulder if you change your mind, okay? And if that doesn't get my attention, say 'Pumpkin Spice' and I'll stop."

She felt him tense up. He nodded again, blushing vibrantly, then his eyes fluttered closed when Kim gently brushed her fingers up his length. She watched his expression as she breathed against his boxers, leaning in to touch her lips to the base of his bulge. He didn't object. She placed another kiss farther up his shaft, then another.

When she reached the tip, she gently pressed her lips to the damp patch and parted them just enough to mouth over it. Shirou trembled and let out a low growl. His hand tightly gripped the edge of the bench, claws digging in. But he still didn't stop her. Shirou's eyes opened, peering down at Kim. She gazed back up at him, silently asking for permission with her eyes.

"K-keep going," Shirou murmured under his breath.

The taste, along with his continued consent, prompted her to proceed. Kim slowly reached for his boxers and tugging the waistband. The rich scent of arousal filled her nose when she pulled it back. She hesitated, then lifted the waistband and drew it back. She was greeted by a pale yellow sheath and a pink tip. Slick pre was drooling from his slit. Sighing contently at the masculine musk, she gave Shirou's head another kiss.

"Hnnngh!" Shirou bit his lip to muffle himself, Kim's ears perking. She held his tip gently between her lips, playing her tongue across the slit to catch the dallop of clear fluid. She heard his fingers clutching the bench, then watched Shirou lift his hand. It came to rest gently on the back of her neck. Shirou reclined back into the booth, resting his head against top of the padded backrest.

And then the dragon's hips subtly rolled. Oh. Kim let her lips relax, cheeks flushing at the fact that Shirou was initiating. She dipped her head slightly, but allowed her companion to dictate the rhythm. He eased a bit of his shaft into her mouth, flattening her tongue to cradle it and gently massage him. She felt his body tremble. Then he ground himself deeper.

He froze, and Kim heard soft footsteps. They passed without pause. She heard Shirou hastily stuff a piece of food into his mouth, hand sliding away from her neck. Despite the disturbance, he was still leaking. Quite a lot, in fact. Then she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Kim eased back, though she snuck a little kiss to his tip before peering up at Shirou.

"Want me to stop?" she purred.

He nodded. "Y-yeah. That was too close. Maybe if we were somewhere private, but..."

Kim gently tugged his boxers back up and nodded. "That's fair. My guts are plenty private, for what it's worth." The flustered squeak that escaped Shirou made her beam.

She emerged from beneath the table once Shirou gave her an all-clear. She snuggled up to him, draping her arms around his waist as she kissed her way up his chest.

"I didn't hate it, by the way" Shirou rumbled.

Kim giggled quietly. "I'm glad. Back to the original plan, then?" She licked his collarbone, then dragged her tongue up the front of his throat and chin.

"Y-yeah," Shirou agreed.

Kim's blue eyes took in Shirou's blushing face. She repositioned her arms from his chest to his shoulders, then gave a gentle tug to encourage him to lean in. He obliged her without protest, bringing him close enough she was able to kiss the end of his snout.

"Gods, get a room."

Kim growled and peered over her shoulder. She was greeted by a scowling grey squirrel who looked visibly disgusted, bushy tail flicking with clear agitation.

"Mind your damn business," Kim rumbled.

The squirrel looked offended. "This is a mall! You can't just do that in public!"

"A mall food court," Kim added. "And I'm trying to enjoy my lunch." She made a point of gesturing to Shirou, who stared at her with a wide-eyed expression. "So unless you'd like to be the appetizer, do us all a favor and fuck off."

"I'm getting security!"

Kim shrugged. "They can watch while I digest him. Eating your friends isn't illegal, lady." The squirrel gave Kim a fiery look and stormed off. Kim snorted loudly and turned her attention back to Shirou, ignoring how many eyes were now staring their direction thanks to the disturbance. "The nerve of some people. Sorry about that."

Shirou was stunned. He stared at Kim for a long moment. "D-did you actually mean that?"

"Every bit of it. Especially the part about letting them watch."

"O-oh. That's...mmmf." Shirou trailed off as his blush flared again. That, plus a firm throb between them, told Kim the mood clearly hadn't been spoiled.

"Shall we continue?" Kim prompted.

"Y-yeah," Shirou agreed.

"Then let's get you where you need to be, before anyone else gives us trouble." She placed another delicate kiss on Shirou's snout, resting her arms behind his neck, then gaped wide and pulled her friend in. She felt him flinch and let out a muffled groan, dragon wings spreading as his face vanished between her jaws.

Kim smiled at the heat that was radiating from his cheeks. It was empowering to have a tall dragon looking so flustered that she was going to eat him. She tipped her head and gave Shirou's neck another nudge, then firmly swallowed to send him on his way down her throat. Kim was grateful for the streamlined nature of Shirou's head, as well as the fact that his draconic horns were swept back. Of course, it meant that once Kim worked those into her throat, there wouldn't be any turning back without risking injury.

But she had no intention of doing so. Shirou tasted too good to stop. The cheetah's rough tongue rolled against Shirou's neck as she swallowed again, tasting him and carefully fitting her jaws around his ivory horns, shivering as the tips tickled the back of her throat when they dipped down her neck. She was committed now.

Kim combed her fingers through Shirou's thick mane, brushing it back before she lowered both hands to his wings. She gently caressed over them, encouraging Shirou to relax and tuck them against his body again, then took a heavier gulp as she began to stretch her jaws around his shoulders and squeeze them in. Shirou was tense, but compliant. He could easily throw Kim off if he chose, given how much larger he was. But he didn't. He allowed her to continue tucking him in.

"Woah, is she actually gonna...?"

"No way. Ten bucks says she chokes."

Kim couldn't help swiveling her ears back to listen when she noticed the hushed murmurs. Choke? I'll show them. It encouraged her to double down, if only to spite the doubter. She lunged over Shirou's torso and firmly grabbed at his waist to cram him deeper. She was drooling; her belly was loudly demanding sustenance. And Shirou was going to satisfy it.

Kim's butt hiked up as she hunched over her orange friend, throat insistently clenching and dragging more of the squirming dragon down. She licked his chest, slurped wetly at his belly button with another determined gulp, then blushed when she felt his cock bump her chin. Her tongue slithered down the firm bulge, teasing the end of it and causing a muffled moan to escape Shirou. She roughly massaged his boxers to grind the damp fabric against his shaft, then snuck her fingers into the waistband and peeled back his underwear.

Shirou's long tail thumped against the padded bench when he noticed what Kim was doing, accompanied by a delicious shudder. Clearly Shirou wasn't too upset about being undressed while she ingested him. She ensured he was never fully exposed, though. Tipping her head back, their onlookers only got a peek at Shirou's bare butt moment before it vanished between her jaws.

"Hhhhhh!" There was no mistaking the sharp moan when Kim applied her tongue directly to Shirou's dick and pinned it against his belly. The dragon's hips bucked, causing him to grind against her tongue while she massaged his shaft. To say Shirou was dripping would be an understatement. There was a continuous dribble of precum from his shaft now. And just as Kim moved to angle his length into her throat, she felt it throb. Shirou's body tensed, hips jerking, and she felt the telltale surge of warm dragon cum running down her throat as his hips were swallowed up.

Shirou's toned thighs scrambled in the air as his legs were fully upended over Kim's jaws, thick tail waving about haphazardly. Kim grabbed his knees and held them together to prevent Shirou from kicking her off balance, pulling on his legs and shivering excitedly as his upper body spilled into her belly. There was still plenty of dragon left to consume, but the petite cheetah girl showed no signs of slowing her ravenous advance.

Down went Shirou's thighs, then his knees were gone. Kim let go of his legs to reach for her stomach instead, massaging the swelling white dome as Shirou filled her out. It was going to be a tight fit, but she remained confident. She slowed her pace, giving her belly a chance to acclimate and stretch between swallows. Soon only Shirou's clawed feet remained, plus several more feet of long, tapered dragon tail.

Kim made a point to rotate herself in the booth. Her torso twisted, peering over her shoulder to make it clear that she knew folks were staring. And they were. She narrowed her eyes, ears pinned back, then curled her tongue around Shirou's feet and swallowed again. The dragon's orange paws disappeared into her mouth, leaving only the flicking, bushy tail-tip. That, too, was slurped up, the last outlines of Shirou's body lazily sliding down Kim's neck.

"Haaaaaaah, ohhhhh, fuck, Shirou," Kim groaned once her throat was no longer obstructed. She knelt on the bench, a heavy gut sagging over her thighs. She was panting, flush, and looked deeply pleased with herself. Slumping forward, Kim grabbed at the edge of the table and tried to lift herself off the bench. She only made it a few inches before her knees wobbled, then buckled, sending her crashing back into the seat, stomach noisily gurgling.

"O-okay, yeah, not going anywhere," Kim murmured. With a bit of difficulty, she managed to rotate herself around so her back was resting against the wall. Now she had full eye contact with her onlookers. There was a wide range of expressions, from shocked, to impressed, to flustered. Most of them quickly looked away and pretended they hadn't been watching the scene unfold.

"Mmmfh, K-Kiiiim..." The soft, flustered voice brought her attention back where it mattered. Kim peered down at her dragon-shaped belly, so taut that it had a pink tint through her white fur. She lightly caressed over Shirou, then bent down to rub her cheek and nuzzle him fondly.

"That's right, sweetie. I've got you. All of you. No turning back now, if you're having second thoughts about being kitty food." She crooned sweetly, beaming when she felt him squirm.

Shirou didn't thrash about. He wasn't putting up a fight or begging to be let go. She could feel him radiating heat in her belly, pawing at his surroundings; he was accepting his place. And it was exactly the mood that Kim looked for, when it came to eating folks. She wasn't a bully, or trying to assert her dominance over anyone. It was her way of showing affection, of expressing just how much her friends meant to her.

If they weren't having fun, Kim wasn't having fun. And considering that Shirou had blown his load halfway down her throat, it was safe to assume he'd enjoyed it. She let herself sink into the bench and sprawl out on her back, having just enough room to stretch, her bloated white belly a prominent bulge that could easily be spotted beside the food court table.

Kim closed her eyes, reveling in being so full, one arm tucked behind her head while the other admired Shirou. She was purring, listening to her stomach burbling as it got acquainted with her newest catch.

"Mmmh, I wonder how long it'll take to work you off?" she mused aloud. "Can't say I've eaten any dragons before. Are dragons digestible? Probably should've asked that before I packed you in." Her stomach gently jostled, and she heard a flustered huff. "I'll take that as a 'yes.'"

Kim's stomach gurgled when she stretched, letting out a soft yawn. She didn't say anything for a long while, just stroking her gut and listening to the wet glrrrns and intermittent murmuring from her friend. She couldn't make out what Shirou was saying, though. She let out a deep, happy sigh as her belly got to work, and it wasn't long before being so full lulled her into a food coma..

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"Ma'am?"

"Mmmh," Kim murmured tiredly, rolling onto her side.

"Ma'am." The voice was a bit firmer this time.

Kim grumbled and opened her eyes. She lifted her head and found herself gazing up at a skunk in a security uniform. She loudly sighed and pulled herself up into a seated position, stomach sloshing as it was hefted into her lap. The guard blinked, cheeks flushing. They quietly coughed and tried not to stare.

"What's the problem? Can't a girl sleep off a meal in peace?"

"You can't sleep here. This is a food court, not a bed and breakfast," the skunk replied.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine. Just...gimme a minute."

Kim rubbed the grogginess from her eyes, massaging her cheek as she let out a heavy yawn. Her stomach gworgled when she stretched, resulting in a crass belch that snuck up on her, making Kim giggle and quietly excuse herself. It tasted like citrus, to her amusement. She kneaded her stomach to settle it, unsurprised that Shirou was still mostly solid. She'd only been out for an hour.

"Do you...uh...need assistance?" the guard offered.

Kim waved him off. "Thanks, but no. I'll be fine." She slid to the end of the bench and planted her feet on the ground. "Okay, Shirou. Let's go. Gotta find somewhere else to digest you."

Satisfied, the guard stepped away, but kept an eye on Kim from a distance to ensure she actually followed through. It took a few attempts to lift herself to her feet, her initial steps unsteady, but eventually she found a comfortable rhythm despite the excess baggage.

"Stupid mall cops," Kim muttered to herself. She gave knowing smirks to anyone that gazed her direction as she strolled by the various shops. Her stomach still had clear definition to it, Shirou's limbs, butt, and head imprinted in her white fur.

Kim paused when she passed a mattress store. There was a sign in front advertising a special on beds for predators. She giggled, giving her stomach a jostle. "What do you think, Shirou? Should I go for it?" Her stomach gurgled, but there wasn't much movement. "If you insist."

"Good afternoon, how may we heee...wow." The salesperson, a capybara in a business suit, trailed off when he gazed at Kim's swollen gut. Kim peered around, then spotted the bed she was looking for.

"Am I allowed to try before I buy? I wanna make sure this pred bed is actually good before I commit to anything."

Two salespeople exchanged glances. One shrugged. "Well, you're welcome to sit and lie on any of our floor models, certainly."

"Good." Kim headed directly for the advertised bed. It creaked beneath her weight when she sat on the edge, but it held up. Humming, Kim wiggled her hips, then flopped onto her back. "Hmm, not bad, actually." She then peered up at the concerned salesperson. "Wake me up in an hour. If the bed isn't broken, I'll take it."

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They honored Kim's request after a bit of back-and-forth debate. She was later roused by a timer that she'd set on her cell phone, rolling onto her side and rumbling happily. Her stomach was beginning to work down Shirou in earnest, smoother after her second nap but still rather sizeable. The contents shifted when she sat up, and when she stretched and her belly drew taut, there was a muffled crrrrnch that sent a happy shiver up her spine.

Seeing that she was awake, the well-dressed capybara approached. "So, do you like it?"

She felt well-rested. Better than she usually did after a friend-induced food coma, in fact. "Not gonna lie, it is a really comfy bed. How-wwwwwwarp!" An explosive belch escaped Kim again, and this time a bit of her meal escaped with it. A slimy dragon skull landed on mattress with a wet splat, causing several onlookers to gasp. Kim's face flushed a vivid scarlet hue.

"Oh God, that's embarrassing. I'm so sorry," she quickly apologized. She rubbed her stomach and purred to it. "Shirou, you need to stay put. You can't be making a scene like that." She turned her attention by to the capybara, who's mouth hung agape. "Yeah, I'll buy this one. Specifically, this one. Sorry about...yeah."

"O-oh...kay," the salesman stammered. "Right this way."

Kim giggled, peering down at the dragon skull, which she could swear was blushing at her. "You just wait here, Shirou. Once we're wrapped up I'll take you home, then we can spend the rest of the evening cuddled up and talking about your forever home on my hips...