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Tom and Joey

By Strega

In an isolated corner of the Swamp, far from the lagoon and its many occupants, two skunks sat together beneath a tree. The small, shy male, and the larger, somewhat plump female. She wore a yellow dress with a belly window, and he wore just a ragged pair of shorts.

After a short, awkward silence, the male finally worked up his nerve to ask the next question.

"What about Joey? Won't he be jealous?"

"I won't be seeing him any more," SuzyAnne said with a little smile. "He's moved on."

With the tiger no longer an obstacle, Tom could finally say what he'd wanted to since the moment he saw the pretty skunkette. "I like you a lot," he said, still a bit shyly. Unconsciously his tail swayed from side to side, its white stripes standing out from the black.

"I like you too, dear," Suzy said, and kissed him on the nose. Relieved, Tom leaned in for the kiss, throwing his arms around her.

And, most importantly, closed his eyes. If he had only kept them open, there was a good chance he would have lived a little longer. Oh, sooner or later it would have happened, maybe after the sex he not-so-secretly so longed for. Suzy was a creature of impulse, though, and when the slightly smaller male skunk fell against her for a passionate hug she jumped at the chance.

He thought she was just nibbling his muzzle as he felt her chops ease up over his snout. He sighed in contentment as he felt her warm breath on his face and her whiskers tickle his forehead. And then happy thoughts fled as her hands clamped down on his upper arms and her jaws slid up over his forehead. He felt the fur on his muzzle flatten and grow damp as her slick gullet expanded to encompass his wedge-shaped head, and finally he'd had enough.

"Um, honey?" He opened his eyes to see only the least trace of pink light making its way down her gullet past the lips wrapped around his neck. "I think that's a deep enough kiss."

Still not alarmed, he leaned back and pushed away from her...or tried to. Suzy suddenly leaned back herself, and he lost his balance and fell forward just as her muzzle thrust forcefully downward. A series of ripples in the flesh wrapped around his head sucked him inward, fangs scraped through the fur of his shoulders, and he realized what was happening.

Suzy was swallowing him whole. Another great contraction in the muscular walls of her gullet pushed his face into her stomach, and as she used her strong hands to trap his arms to his sides and guide his torso into her distended maw he noticed what his nose was pressing against.

A big wad of slimy, matted fur, shorter than his own. While he couldn't see it in the moist darkness he could get a whiff, and past the reek of the stomach juices already burning his nose he smelled tiger. It seemed that not quite all of Joey had "moved on" despite the best efforts of her digestive system.

He finally began to struggle, but it was too late. The strong and experienced predator had his arms pinned and her jaws all the way to his waist. With a sudden heave she stood up straight, and he hung head-down in her throat, pushed deeper by gravity as well as her hungry gulps.

It had never occurred to him that Suzy would want to, or could, swallow anything nearly as large as himself. Yet already his head and shoulders were in her stomach, and bit by bit his desperately kicking legs were being devoured. He couldn't stop her, and she seemed perfectly confident that his entire body would fit in her gut. His fluffy skunktail was starting to vanish down her gullet, its long hair wetted down by her tongue to allow easier ingestion.

He remembered that Joey was actually a bit bigger than he was, and everything pointed to the cat making the same trip down a throat he was currently making. He was going to be digested, just like the tiger. Well, except for his fur anyway, and he had a lot more fur on his body and tail than Joey had.

With wet tigerfur pressed against his face and stomach acids burning his nose and muzzle, Tom entertained one last morbid thought.

"I'm going to give her one heck of a hairball," the skunk said as a final gulp sent his feet down her throat.

With a sly, satisfied smile on her lips and a fuzzy skunktail hanging from her muzzle, Suzy sat back against a tree. One more gulp and it would be gone, but she liked watching a tail so like hers wriggle as her prey went through its last desperate struggle. Not that hers hadn't hung from a muzzle or two, mind you, but more often than not her meetings with tasty fellow creatures - including other skunks - ended this way. Furred, feathered, smooth-skinned or scaly; they all made much the same shape bulge, and they were all made of delicious meat.

Even when it went the other way, or when her lover and occasional predator Labrus the wolverine had a meal of her, she always returned to the Swamp. Others relied on the place's magic to bring them back, but she was not so trusting. The person controlling this skunky flesh-puppet was at a good, safe distance, able to enjoy the Swamp even when the current iteration of Suzy ran afoul of a larger or hungrier creature. When this Suzy was reduced to a hairball and fertilizer, whether by a certain 900-pound feral wolverine or some other creature, a new Suzy would emerge from the people-maker and head to the Swamp for a new adventure.

The great bulge of Tom, nearly curled up in her stomach, drooped down onto the grass, its inner struggle appearing as ripples and twitches in the thinly stretched back fur. This was of course why she wore an open-fronted and stretchy dress. He was putting up a good fight, but with no real leverage he couldn't exert enough force to cause her much trouble. Like the tiger before him, he wasn't getting out of there the way he got in. No, he would explore the rest of her digestive system bit by bit as her stomach acids consumed him. A hundred and twenty pounds of skunk would soon be fifteen or so pounds of fat on her hips, just as some of her plump curves had been a tiger not too long ago.

"Two in as many days," Suzy said, and belched. "At this rate I'm going to get all fat." She ran her padded fingers over the bulges and curves, admiring the way she could feel Tom's every feature through her pelt.

"You know, with all the people who get eaten around here," she mumbled around the mouthful of musky fur, "You'd think people would keep their eyes open when they kiss. I guess when you only get to make that mistake once, it's not much of a learning experience."

Many people, even the ones that reformed here, didn't remember their previous fates. It made each new trip down a gullet a surprise, and it made the lives of the predatory ones that much easier. She wouldn't have half as many easy ambush meals if her prey remembered.

With the smaller skunk still kicking, weaker by the moment as he ran out of air, Suzy stretched out on her side. A good nap was just the thing after a heavy meal like this one. One final gulp, and Tom's tail followed the rest, its long hairs tickling all the way down.

Two skunks had sat down beneath the tree, but now there was only one, sleepy and well-fed as she settled down to digest her latest boyfriend.