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Despite the setting sun, the night life of the late cretaceous was almost as active as during the day. With predators out to catch a quick snack or just have a little fun, a sky full of stars was barely a deterrent for activity.

A popular eating establishment for the wealthier carnivores out there, the K-T Boundary, was certainly no stranger to a full house after the sun had set.

After taking a sip of wine, Natasha set down her glass and smiled at the rugged looking male Tarbosaurus opposite her at the table. With purple scales clearly faded with age and a silver plume of feathers, the male was clearly older than Natasha, though she seemed to care little, especially with his size compared to her and well muscled frame hidden beneath a well tailored suit. She favored his personality, of course, but big males resulted in healthy offspring.

Chuckling softly, Natasha lifted a stocking clad foot from her heel to rub his leg under the table. "I can't believe you got us a reservation at the K-T, Sorin. This place is always busy."

Leaning forward, Sorin rested his chin on his hand. "I didn't want our two year anniversary to be cheap. A mate like you deserves a little luxury every now and again."

He watched with hungry eyes as a soft blush took her light brown cheeks, his eyes moving down to admire the way her black dress hugged her supple curves, displaying just enough cleavage to be modest and yet still be showy.

Sorin was interrupted by the feeling of claws on his shin. Looking up, he caught the 'I caught you' smirk on Natasha's face. "Don't be looking at my tits in public. You can do that when we get home."

Sorin seemed ready to comment before a Tylocephale waiter approached the table carrying a tray. "I think that's us."

Reaching the table, the server removed two plates from the tray and set them down before the obviously hungry customers. Removing the cover from Sorin's plate, he was greeted with a clearly dying mammal drizzled with a red sauce, the fur and skin singed ever so slightly as if having been thrown in a hot pan for but a moment. Sorin licked his lips as the squirming creature looked up in fear at its future consumer.

Seeing her boyfriend's meal, Natasha eagerly awaited the cover of her own plate being lifted off. Without further delay, the waiter removed the lid, the revealed sight making Natasha frown in disgust. The animal was clearly alive, but unconscious. The sauce as well was pooled on one side as opposed to drizzled over the top. Using her fork to move the creature, she found it uncooked at all.

Noticing her disgust, the server gave a look of legitimate concern, as if she had instead been wounded. "Is there something wrong with your Deltatheridium, Miss?"

Nodding, Natasha turned to the waiter, being sure to speak calmly as opposed to yelling about her meal like some might. "Yes. I ordered my mammal squirming and lightly braised, not comatose, and from the looks of it they just threw it on my plate without it even touching a pan. A minor detail, but I don't recall ordering the sauce to the side either."

The server seemed shocked at the mishap with the order. "I'm so sorry, let me have a word with the cook and see where this went wrong. Our humblest apologies."

Natasha gave a soft smile before he covered the meal and returned it to the kitchen.

Sorin sat holding his fork down on his meal, making sure it didn't run away. "I'm so sorry, Natasha. I can wait until you get your meal corrected."

She waved a hand and shook her head. "No no, eat up. I'm fine. These things happen. I doubt this will take very long, and it's not like you hate watching me eat." They shared a chuckle.

With the okay to eat, Natasha watched as Sorin lifted his fork and casually stabbed it into the belly of the mammal on his plate, eliciting a gasp from it. There was something about watching prey die that excited Natasha, and as she watched him cut off its leg and lift it to his mouth, she couldn't help but rub her thighs together under the table in minor arousal. As he cut off the creature's other leg, she watched blood slowly pool around the animal as it slowly closed its eyes. Seeing the last of its tiny heartbeats, she licked her red painted lips as she watched Sorin slice open it's belly and begin eating the tasty innards.

Mesmerized, she didn't even notice the server return with a new plate, as well as a large Pachyrhinosaurus in a suit and a silently weeping Bactrosaurus in chef's clothing.

Natasha jumped slightly as the plate was set down before her. She then looked to the new additions to her table and forced a smile. "Hello?"

The Pachyrhinosaurus seemed rather upset about the whole ordeal. "Our deepest apologies. Mira here was the cook for your order, and this is the third time this month she's messed up; it's hard to say how many times she's messed up this year."

Natasha seemed a bit confused about why any of this mattered. "Oh, alright?"

"That being said," the Pachyrhinosaurus continued. "as manager, I felt it my duty to inform you this will be her last night working here, and as compensation for her mistakes, we'd be more than happy to allow for you to take her home with you, if that is alright."

Natasha was shocked at the offer and turned to Sorin for any possible advice. He simply shrugged. "That's up to you, honey."

Natasha looked to the former cook and bit her lip. She was quite youthful looking, despite being a woman of at least forty. Looking her up and down, she took note of her curves and fat content; she was obviously a mother, if her own experience with prey meant anything. She had always prided herself on the ability to evaluate prey based on body types and aging. "Well..." Natasha thought about it a moment longer before nodding. "I'll take her. That's awfully kind of you to do, thank you."

The manager sighed in relief before smiling. "No no, thank you. Mira will be waiting for you when you're ready to leave. Enjoy your meal."

With that, the manager and Mira left the table, allowing the waiter to lift the top of the new plate, revealing a very plump and clearly squirming mammal. The new meal made Natasha grin with pleasure, taking no time to stick its juicy belly with her fork.

_ One week later._

Sorin kissed Natasha on the lips as he hugged her close to his body. "Is dinner going to be done by the time I get home tonight?"

Natasha nodded before kissing him once more. "Yes. I'm going to do her up here in a bit and then have her cook all day, just the way you like."

The male licked his lips at the thought. "You're the best sweetheart. I'm off to work, so take care."

With a nod and a wave, Natasha sent her boyfriend off. Being the weekend, she didn't have anything school related to do other than grade homework, but she had all day to do that. Walking to the kitchen, she washed her hands in preparation to start the meal they'd be consuming later.

Pulling a bloodstained apron from a hook, more akin to what a butcher would have than a cook, she put it on over her loose white top and old jean shorts, cut off above the knee. It was obvious she was dressed to get messy.

Moving to the other side of the kitchen, she knocked on what appeared to be a pantry door. The sound of soft weeping could be heard on the other side. "Mira, are you decent?" It was quiet for a moment before she was responded to with a 'yes.' Opening the door, the room appeared to be more akin to a dungeon than a pantry, and it was quite large to boot. On one wall, the typical food stuffs of a pantry were housed on shelves, but on the other wall, a bed and toilet were housed as well. Chained to that wall, with a short enough chain making it impossible to reach the pantry shelves, Mira rested on her bed wearing only a cloth sack as clothing.

Natasha leaned against the door frame as she watched the weeping herbivore, her head looking at the stone floor. "Have the laxatives I've been feeding you helped?"

Mira nodded. "I-I haven't had to go all day."

"That's good. That means your all cleaned out." She looked her meal over before walking into the room. "Go ahead and stand up. I'm going to take you to the kitchen now."

Mira did as ordered and in no time at all, Natasha had unlocked her chains. Holding her hand like a child, she walked her into the kitchen, closing the door behind them. Right away, Mira noticed the sink and counter tops of the kitchen, details she missed at first upon arriving at the home, kicking and screaming. The sink resembled more of a small tub, a feature most carnivores had in their homes for dealing with large prey. On the shelves, spices and other food items sat, as well as a rather large knife. Mira absentmindedly put a hand on her stomach upon seeing it. At the restaurant, she had used such knives before on herbivores, just like her.

"All ready to die?" Mira couldn't help but look at Natasha with such confusion and contempt. To say such words as if they were normal...and yet they were. Mira bit her tongue, saying nothing and only nodded. She was surprised to feel Natasha rub her back. "That's a good girl." Natasha's voice was oddly calm, as well as warm. It was then she realized her question was serious. "A lot of meals try to fight it, but you don't have to fight. This is just the way it is, you know?"

Mira looked at her, mildly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's not like I hate you, I'm just doing what I have to do. I actually respect you quite a bit, for being so calm about this. I'll be sure to be as gentle as I can with you."

Mira gave a soft smile. "Thank you."

Putting a hand on her hip, Natasha gave Mira a more upbeat smile. "Alright, let's get you in the sink and clean you up. I'm usually fine with it, but Sorin doesn't like unwashed food, so let me get the water going and you take off your clothes."

Mira was unsure if she could call the potato sack she wore clothes, but did as told regardless. Feeling a touch ashamed at being naked in front of another dinosaur, she did her best to cover her breasts and privates. Being a bit of a big girl, the former was easier said than done.

Once the water was nice and warm, Natasha looked to Mira and chuckled softly. She couldn't help but admire the bit of squish from the woman's breasts due to her arm pushing into them. "Oh sweetie, stop that. You have no reason to feel ashamed here. You're food after all."

Mira blushed softly. "Oh, right." With a bit of hesitation, she removed her hands.

"Much better. Now, go ahead and hop in the sink." It took a bit of help on Natasha's part, but after a moment, Mira was sitting rather comfortably in the sink. "Comfy?" Mira was surprised to admit she was. "Good. Just relax and let me clean you up." Pulling a spray nozzle from the sink and grabbing a wash cloth, Natasha began to wash Mira. The Bactrosaurus seemed to shy away from her touch at first, but gradually gave in to it, even finding it a bit relaxing. Mira looked away as Natasha scrubbed her breasts and chubby belly before moving to her fat thighs. She even made sure to get between her toes and her long tail. Before long, Mira was looking nice and shiny with wet scales. "All set."

Mira was feeling rather relaxed before noticing Natasha grab the knife from the counter behind her. "W-what are you going to do with that?"

Natasha frowned a bit at the question. "Well...you know. I'm going to disembowel you a bit, and then when I'm done I'll go ahead and stick you with it."

Mira shivered. "C-can't you stick me with it first?"

Natasha shook her head. "I'm sorry, but no. I want you being as fresh as possible when going in the oven, so you'll probably have to die in there. I'm sorry." Mira looked away sadly. "Hey, you were a cook. You know about this."

"But you said you'd be gentle."

Natasha came close and hugged her to her chest. "Oh honey, I will be gentle. I'm not just going to hack and slash my way into your belly. No no, I'm going to cut you nice and clean, and then when you're ready, I'll stick you in the neck so you don't have to suffer too long in the oven. Okay?"

Mira didn't move for what seemed like a long time, but eventually she nodded. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just not as ready to die as I said I was."

"That's okay, nobody ever is." Mira was surprised to feel Natasha kiss the top of her head, making her blush lightly. "Just relax, and this will all be over in no time." She rubbed Mira's shoulder a bit in their hug before finally breaking and moving to the counter beside the sink. "Now, I'm going to be stuffing you with herbs and stuff, to flavor your meat nice and well, but I also want to fill you with broth." Grabbing a box labeled 'Zalambdalestes Stock,' she carried it over to Mira. "I'll be stuffing you the old fashioned way with the herbs, but I find a nice belly full of broth makes for a nice flavor, so go ahead and open wide.

Mira had never heard of this method, but opened wide. Opening the box with the knife, Natasha poured the contents into a pitcher with a powder at the bottom. Putting the knife back down, she held the pitcher to Mira's mouth and began to poor. She managed to get down a few gulps of the salty tasting liquid before staring to gag. "Don't choke sweetie, you're almost done." Despite more than half the pitcher remaining, Natasha kept pouring. Instinct made Mira try to struggle, but Natasha held her head still, holding it to her breast. "Don't fight it, don't fight it." Unable to breathe, Mira closed her eyes, tears starting to stream as she was forced to swallow the liquid. "Almost done. Almost done sweetie." Mira felt faint, her throat practically bulging from the rushing liquid. Just as she felt herself ready to pass out, the pitcher was empty. Setting the pitcher down, Natasha let Mira cough as she patted her back. "Very good. Good girl, Mira." After throwing the box in a large trashcan off to the side, she moved her hand to Mira's now swollen belly, full of liquid to a near bursting point.

Mira felt herself gagging slightly, though not as bad as she thought. "I-I think I might puke."

Natasha shook her head. "No you won't. I added a gag suppressant to it. You might feel a bit pukey at first, but it'll pass." She continued to rub Mira's belly for a bit, admiring it's weight and softness before grabbing the knife once more. "In addition to a suppressant, I added some pain killers as well. You should feel yourself go a bit numb here shortly." Mira looked at her hands as they began to feel tingly. "You'll still feel pain, but not near as bad. And don't worry, the drugs are specially formulated to wear off rather quickly, so we won't have to deal with them later."

Looking up from her hands, Mira swallowed as she saw the knife once more. "I-is there anything I can do...anything at all to get out of this?"

Natasha shook her head. "No."

"T-then can you at least kill me first. Please."

"Mira, I said no." Her voice had turned stern. "Please, I know this is hard, but we have to get through this. I'm not the one that did poorly either. This is the circle of life and all that, yeah, but you also failed at your job. This is your fault Mira, I'm sorry." Mira looked down in defeat. "I know what you're feeling, but it will pass. Okay?"

Mira remained quiet.

Natasha sighed before putting down the knife. With a grunt, she sat on the counter beside Mira, holding her head to her side like a mother would their child. "Listen, how about we talk a little before I cut you open. Would that make you feel better?"

Mira shrugged.

"Do you have a family Mira?"

"Yeah, I do." Mira paused a bit before continuing. "Three daughters. They're all grown up though; out of the house. I use to have a husband, but he left me for another. I wasn't bitter about it; the kid's were almost out of school and we hadn't been close for a while. We still talk from time to time, or at least we did." She forced a chuckle. "Will you let them know how I died?"

"Maybe." Natasha stroked the woman's cheek. "I'm sure your boss already talked to them about it. It's sort of mandatory, I think. I'd rather not get attacked by your kids, if you can understand that."

Mira nodded. "Yeah. How about you, family?"

"I have Sorin. His little brother is sort of like a son to me at times though. I'm his teacher in school. Cute kid, but I think he's jealous I ended up with his brother over him." The two laughed. "Hiro's not all that young though, I guess. He got held back a year due to having to miss a lot of school. He had some physical problems, something about his bones breaking fairly easily, and without any parents, Sorin had to raise him on his own."

Mira looked up at Natasha. "He sounds like a good man."

Natasha agreed. "Yeah. I actually really want to start a family with him, but I've been waiting for him to pop the question first."

"I'm sure he's just waiting for the right time."

"That's what I think too."

The two sat quietly for a bit before Mira began to feel her eyelids growing heavy. "I think I'm ready."

Natasha rubbed her shoulder. "Are you sure?"

Mira nodded. "You see, I think I realize that now is as good a time as any. My kids are grown up, I'm not really looking for a mate at this point in my life, and as you said, I really sucked at my job. I did okay in cooking school, but in practice I just couldn't handle the pressure. So, I think it's time I leave the world to people like you, you know? The next generation."

Natasha leaned down and kissed her head. "I was hoping you'd understand. You children should be proud to have a mother like you." Without delaying any further, Natasha let go of Mira and hopped off the counter. "The drugs should have had plenty of time to kick in at full effect, so now is actually the perfect time." Picking her knife up from the counter, she walked to the sink and placed a hand under Mira's belly, supporting it a bit. "Ready?" Mira nodded, biting her tongue with her bill in anticipation. "I'm going to spill your guts now."

The two looking down at Mira's belly, Natasha wasted no time sticking the sharp knife into the soft flesh and pulling the knife across, slicing her belly open and spilling her stomach and intestines. Mira couldn't help but shout in pain, closing her eyes as she felt a searing heat in her belly. "Oh god, oh god it hurts."

Natasha nodded as she got to work. "I know it does Mira, I know. Just relax. Try breathing deeply." Pulling herbs from a bowl on the counter, she began stuffing them into the cavity of Mira's belly, placing them in and around organs. "Breathe with me Mira. Okay?" Natasha spoke with a calmness and softness that seemed to calm Mira. "Deep breathe in." Mira breathed in. "And out." Mira breathed out. Pulling open the wound a bit, Natasha began to slice potatoes onto her guts. "Deep breath in." Mira breathed in. Natasha took a spice bottle and sprinkled the spice into the belly. "And out." Mira breathed out. Before long, Mira had a bulging gut full of herbs and chopped vegetables. Pulling the skin together, Natasha grabbed a needle and twine from the counter and began to stitch up Mira's belly. "And done. Go ahead and open your eyes Mira."

Mira continued breathing calmly as she opened her eyes. Looking down, she could see her belly was taught and round, as if she had grown pregnant while her eyes were closed. The wound still hurt, but not near as bad as when Natasha had been rooting around inside. Mira couldn't help but move her hand to the orb of her belly, caressing it gently. "This brings back so many memories."

Natasha smiled as she too touched the woman's belly. "I think it makes you look beautiful." She looked into her eyes. "You're going to be amazing."

Realizing she was stuffed and seasoned, she looked to her future consumer. "Am I ready for the oven?" Natasha nodded. "I understand."

Being as gentle as possible, Natasha scooped Mira up in her arms and carried her to the oven, which had seemingly been preheated prior to Mira being taken to the kitchen. Sitting on the stove was a massive pan filled with a warm bath of more vegetables and broth, which Natasha set Mira in. "This was quite the dinner preparation, don't you think?"

Despite being at the door of death, Mira couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, I suppose so." Mira took note of the fact Natasha's hands were behind her back.

"Do you want to close your eyes?"

Mira's breathing sped up a little, knowing this was it. "Y-yes."

Natasha nodded. "Good night, Mira."

Mira closed her eyes. "Good night."

Mira felt Natasha hug her once more to her soft chest. She did her beast to breathe calmly as she had been instructed to do. Just as she was feeling comfortable, she felt the cold blade of the knife touch her throat. With no hesitation, the knife cut deep into her neck, making her cry out and choke in agony. She forced her eyes shut and did her best to sit still, despite the gaping wound on her neck. She felt a lid go over her body and heard an oven door opening before feeling heat surround her, only to be replaced by a chill. Her hands resting on her swollen belly, she no longer felt pain. She gave one last rub.

Natasha wiped her forehead, leaving a bloody streak and getting ichor on her feathers. Looking down at her body, she was drenched in blood, both from the spraying wound and the stuffing. Licking some blood from her hand, she set the knife in the sink before stretching out her body. "Fuck, that was kind of exciting." Pulling off her apron and holding it under her arm, she looked at the mess in the kitchen. "I think I'll clean up this mess and then go ahead and take a shower. Maybe have a little fun." With a nod, she hung her apron back up and got to work on cleaning up.

_ Later that night._

Sorin's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as Natasha placed the enormous platter at the center of the table. Mira had cooked to a delicious looking golden brown, her skin practically pulling away from the now tender, succulent meat just begging to fall from the bone. Sorin couldn't help but admire the massive belly on his meal, but also the thick, juicy tail, one of his favorite cuts of meat. After looking over his dinner, he looked up at Natasha, who had a pair of scissors in her hand. "Good god, you did an amazing job on this."

Natasha gave a coy chuckle as she cut the twine in Mira's belly, pulling it free and revealing a split belly full of expertly seasoned organs just ready to be dined upon. "You work hard, and you were so nice in taking me out last week. I knew you deserved the best. Plus, I think cooking a good meal is a nice way to honor the dead, you know?"

Sorin didn't seem to care about honoring anyone at this point, his maw just dripping saliva onto his plate.

Natasha gave a disgruntled frown at him. "Honey, you're drooling. Stop it. This isn't the Permian age."

Sorin used a napkin to wipe his mouth before picking up a fork. "Well, is it okay to dig in?"

"Let me cut you off a piece. What would you like?"

"Tail!" He wagged his own like a happy mammal. Natasha could only chuckle as she stuck a fork into the meaty tail and cut off several slices, placing them onto Sorin's plate and watching as the juice just drained from the cuts.

Taking Mira's foot in her hand and pushing it up, allowing the leg to fold with a satisfying crunch from the crispy skin, Natasha began to cut where her thigh met her hip. "I think I'll have a leg. I've been dying to take a bite out of her plump ass the moment I laid eyes on her." Pulling the leg free with a wet pop and the snap of bone, she placed the now compact leg onto her plate before picking it up and holding it to her mouth, biting into the soft, moist flesh of her rump and thigh. Natasha's eyes rolled into the back of her head from the flavor.

Slowly, the couple ate their meals happily, enjoying every bite. When their bellies were fat and full, each looking as fat as Mira had with her stuffed belly, if not more so, they put the rest away for later. Mira had given her life at least partially in peace, and she had become one excellent meal.

Epilogue

Several days had past since her meal with Mira, and with the Bactrosaurus finally out of the fridge and loaded up in Natasha's belly, she was more than ready to say goodbye to her, the only way she knew how.

Home from school and Sorin still at work, Natasha carried her and her fat, loaded belly into the bathroom. Hanging her suit jacket on the door and placing her purse on the counter, she slid down her panties and sat her large rump onto the seat of the toilet.

With a smile on her face, she leaned back and rubbed her pregnant looking belly. "Oh Mira, you were a blast to eat, and though I enjoy a nice full belly, I need to dump you. I hope you understand." Grunting and pushing down, a fart echoed loudly into the toilet as her tail twitched. "Okay...here you go!" With a heavy moan, Natasha felt her sphincter stretch around a massive log, pushing slowly out and dipping into the water in the bowl.

Natasha bit her lip as she wiggled her hips, her toes curled as she did all she could to push the dense log of shit out of her body. Feeling it's end, she closed her eyes and gasped as it finally pushed free. "Shit. That was something." Opening her eyes and looking down, she rubbed her belly, feeling how it still felt somewhat full. "Oh god, I think there's a bit more yet."

Pushing down, she could feel a heat enter her bowels. "I-I don't think this last bit is gonna be solid. A bit of revenge I see. I understand." She chuckled as she leaned over, moving her hands to her knees and spreading her legs. Grunting and pushing, she felt a last solid turd begin to crown. Biting her lip once more, she was partially unsure if it would fit. "Oh god...just dump...please." With a hard push, finally the turd escaped with a loud fart and what sounded like a bucket of slop pouring into the toilet.

Her belly finally empty and only slightly larger than it had been before her meal those days ago, she sighed and began to wipe.

Feeling the need to pee, she paused and looked at her purse. Reaching into the bag, she pulled out a box of pregnancy tests. She read the box before taking one out and unwrapping it. She looked at the stick for a while before moving it between her legs.

Cleaned up, Natasha looked at herself in the mirror. She put her hands on her hips before moving them to her butt, weighing her ass in her hands before moving up to her chest and doing the same with her breasts. It seems Mira had put a few pounds onto her frame, though she didn't mind a bit. Looking down a the counter, she picked up the pregnancy test.

Positive.

She gripped the test in her hand before moving her free hand to her belly, rubbing it gently. She wanted kids, but were she and Sorin ready? She looked at the mirror, unsure, before blushing. She thought about how loyal and kind he was to her. How hard he worked. Every day it seemed, from morning to night. This was what she wanted.

Leaving the bathroom, the phone rang. Natasha walked to the bedroom where the phone was and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Natasha, this is Michael, Sorin's boss. I was calling to see if he wanted to pick up any extra hours later this week." Natasha knew Michael. He was actually good friends with Sorin and was a big part of how he got hired in.

Natasha raised a brow. "How should I know, why don't you ask him?"

There was a pause. "You mean he isn't home?'

"You mean he isn't at work?"

There was a pause before she thought she heard Greg curse under his breath. "You know, I think I know where he is. My bad. Sorry to bother you."

"Hey wait, isn't he at work?"

There was another pause. "Um...yeah, I forgot we had him at one of the sister companies. I'll just give them a call. Thanks. Buh bye."

Before Natasha could inquire further, he hung up. She looked at the phone for a minute before hanging up. Sister company? Wasn't that on the other side of the state? Natasha figured she would have been told about that. She couldn't imagine him ditching work for something. Shaking her head, she left the bedroom. It was probably nothing.