That's My Seat

It's been a long day for Sai. Too long—his boss had him working a thirty hour shift. Which was just barely legal, and he only had the next day off because the station required any shifts over twenty-four hours to have a paid twenty-four hour vacation. Sai could barely keep his eyes open, but he managed to find his way to his favorite bakery. Whoever was working the counter waved and smiled at him, and Sai reciprocated, but couldn't exactly tell who it was. He ordered his usual, and slumped to his usual spot.

Except... it was taken.

Great.

Sai found a different spot, similarly concealed, and fell into it with a weary sigh. The bakery was open every day all week, so he could catch some sleep here before heading back to his quarters. In record time, he received his order: apple juice and two cupcakes. One chocolate, the other strawberry-vanilla. He mumbled thanks, and messily devoured the cupcakes. The juice he left untouched for now, choosing instead to rest his head on the cool tabletop. His ear was being pressed into a cupcake wrapper, but he didn't care. Sai just wanted sleep.

He woke to somebody poking his shoulder. He flapped his arm at them, waving whoever it was away.

"Hey. You're in my seat," they said.

"mmmsleepygoaway," Sai said.

"Dude, move somewhere else. I don't care if you sit at the table, you're just in my spot."

Sai managed to get an eye open, looking up at the Aussie that stood over him, paws on hips.

"Please?" the dog tried.

Sai mumbled "mm-mm" and closed his eye again. The Aussie frowned.

"Listen. I'm a regular. My name is Trim, and the staff know me as well as they do you. I've seen you before, you've seen me, so let's be nice and respect each other, okay? Your spot is open—the guys that were there left. You can go over there."

"Mmno," Sai said. Trim sighed. She tapped her hind paw on the floor.

"Okay. Last chance," she said, her tone getting harder and more authoritative. "Either you move and let me sit there or I'm sitting there anyways. And you won't like it."

"Pretty girl in my lap whynot," Sai slurred. "Make me happy..."

Trim picked him up somewhat forcibly, but Sai couldn't find the energy to resist. She propped him up against the bench seat's headrest.

"Get ready buddy," she muttered in his ear. Sai got his eyes open again, watching blearily as the Aussie hiked up her skirt and got on the bench. Her hips were just at the tips of his ears, and she briefly lifted her skirt all the way before dropping it over him. He blinked. Weird, but okay. A darker environment for a nap? He wouldn't say no. His snout dipped, but the Trim gripped it and forced him to look up. He saw blurry suggestive lines, and instinctively blushed. He knew what he was looking at, even if he couldn't see well. He knew what his nose was pressed against.

He breathed, the Aussie's scent heavy in his nostrils. Her flesh pressed against his snout, and he thought nothing of it until it suddenly gave and he was muzzle-deep in the dog. His eyes—half-lidded until now—flew open all the way. Shock seized his body, and he froze. Trim grunted and forced herself down. Slick flesh rippled down his head, enfolding his ears, his neck.

She hesitated at Sai's shoulders, their width giving her pause. But a few seconds later, and some painful positions for Sai, she was down to his chest. Her legs suddenly slipped and she slid down all the way to Sai's hips. He heard her from the inside, heard her stifled moan.

"Can't be too noisy in the bakery," she muttered. "Hey, listen, stand up, couldja? It'll make it easier for me."

Hell no. He wasn't going to make it easier for this dog to eat him! Sai started struggling, wiggling, and kicking his legs. Trim groaned.

"Come on, please don't do that... you're already halfway up my ass. Don't even bother. You're not going to get away," she said. Her internal walls tugged him deeper, slowly but certainly. Sai fought the whole way up, even when his body was contorted uncomfortably, even when he felt certain his bones would break in the dog's crushing internal passageways.

Sai had nearly given up, only struggling briefly, intermittently. Trim stood up without warning, and Sai noticed only his calves were left. Trim adjusted her skirt and shirt, tucking it under her bulging tummy. Sai struggled, pushing outwards the best he could. Trim whacked her belly.

"Stop that!" she admonished. "You're going to get me caught."

Sai wanted to keep fighting, but the warmth of his new environment overcame him. Plus, he was still super tired. He groaned in defeat and despair before his eyes flickered closed and he fell asleep.

Trim felt the weight inside her go limp. The cat's paws weren't kicking either, which was a plus. She didn't think she could actually get all the way back to her home with such an active passenger. But now it felt like the cat had gone to sleep. Wonderful!

She ambled to the counter.

"All done?" the clerk asked.

"Yup! How much will that be?" Trim asked.

The clerk leaned over the counter to peer at where Trim had been sitting.

"Did you see another customer over there? Cat, brown fur?"

Trim shook her head. "Mmm, nope, sorry. Did he bounce?"

The clerk shrugged. "Well, he's a regular, so I don't think so. But he didn't pay before leaving. Well, anyways, it's not a problem. He'll come back and pay us next time."

"I'm not sure there will be a next time," Trim said. "I'll pay for it." The clerk was about to ask questions, but Trim put a lazy paw on her belly, idly rubbing it and the clerk nodded knowingly.

"Alright. $32.24, please."

Trim paid, and walked out of the shop. She occasionally clenched, drawing the rest of the cat up into her, but for the most part she enjoyed the way his paws felt sticking out of her rear. Her cheeks rubbed against them as she walked, squishing them and making sure her scent was worked very thoroughly into his fur.

Sai woke as Trim neared her house. Energy restored, he thrashed suddenly, causing Trim to moan and stumble. Thankfully, it was night, so nobody was around to see her. Quickly, Trim made her way into her house, making sure she locked the door behind her.

"You're a damn pawful," she muttered. "Why can't you just accept your fate and digest like everyone else does?"

Sai cried "I'm NOT food!" but Trim couldn't hear him over her active stomach. Absently, she ran a paw over it, rubbing in slow circles, occasionally pressing down. Sai's journey through Trim's guts was arduous and winding. His spine contorted several way he was certain it shouldn't, and the pressure on his bones was painful. On top of that, he was running out of oxygen. His vision was flickering and blacking out fast.

Until his nose breached a sphincter and (relatively) fresh air washed over him. He gulped it down, breathing gratefully. The Aussie's muscles convulsed, pushing the rest of his body into her belly.

Warm, wet, tight. Well, less tight than the dog's intestines were, but still. A few extra inches to move wasn't much.

"Alright, now the fun begins!" Trim said. Sai whimpered and considered lashing out again, but as the stomach squeezed him, he thought better of it. He could hardly hear what Trim said over the sounds her belly was making: sloshes, gurgles, blorps, you name it, Sai heard it.

"Please let me out," he whimpered. It was a pitiful plea: even he himself couldn't hear it.

"Aww, all done struggling? I thought you were going to keep fighting until you melted," Trim taunted. Sai shook his head. Evidently, the dog felt it or saw it, because she laughed, shaking Sai up and down, giving him a headache. It pissed him off, but not enough to do anything.

"Poor, stupid little gutslut realizes he's doomed and starts crying, aww, how sad," Trim pouted.

Sai realized what she wanted: him to struggle. He just knew she would keep on taunting him until he was digested, so he gave the dog what she wanted. A struggle.

Gasping in surprise and delight, Trim rubbed her belly. "Oh yeah," she grinned. "That's more like it. Fight me inside, where nobody can see." She ran her paws over the wonderful bulges Sai made, groaning when he kicked particularly hard. She just panted, loving the pain. Both of them knew Sai wasn't getting out, this was just a ritual dance. But damn, she enjoyed it.

Trim slumped down on her couch, kneading her belly between her thighs. Sai's struggles instantly weakened. His thoughts turned to his cock, rather than struggling. He still wiggled, just not as vigorously. But, if this was how he was going to go out, he might as well get some pleasure out of it.

It wasn't as if stuff like this was uncommon. Not everybody could eat others, and not everybody liked to be eaten. Maybe a quarter total of the world's population liked vore. Sai had never been particularly into it, but his friends had started getting into it, and he couldn't lie—he was starting to like it too. He had no illusions that he could somehow escape the Aussie's stomach. He was going to die.

But he also kind of found that hot. His shaft certainly agreed. He was trapped in a warm, tight, wet organ, about to be digested and turned into nothing but energy for some random dog and maybe some padding on her.

Sai whimpered, fully stopping his struggles. His paw quickly found his shaft, and he didn't hesitate to start stroking.

Trim tilted her head. "I didn't know you were one of those types... you like being my prey? You like being food?"

The cat's speed increased at Trim's words. If she didn't know that he was jacking off before, she certainly knew now.

"Oh, you really are a gutslut. Who would've guessed? Is that why you didn't move at the bakery? Because deep down, you just knew you had to be food for me?" Trim poked her belly. Sai was still frantically pumping his paw over his cock, and Trim could even feel his hips thrusting. She could just barely hear his cute noises, whimpers and moans and little hhhf's. Next time she ate someone, Trim resolved, she'd also eat a microphone to hear every little sound they (and her stomach) made.

Finally, Trim felt one last burst of frenzied action inside her, then Sai slumped and went limp.

"Congratulations," she said. "Now you can melt in peace, knowing you got off to your own death." Sai wriggled gently. Trim grunted and rested a paw on her belly and closed her eyes. The soothing sounds of digestion lulled her to sleep. For Sai, it was the song of his doom, but it was fucking hot. He was starting to get hard again, but his body was also losing coherence. He was also finding it harder and harder to breathe. Eventually, he took one last breath, exhaled, and passed out. Trim had already fallen asleep long ago, leaving her stomach to digest and process its meal.

When Trim woke up, her belly was smaller, soft, and round. A perfect orb. She poked it, feeling the slurry inside.

"Damn, that was good," Trim remarked. She gripped and squeezed her belly, giving herself a nice, deserved massage. It always turned her on to wake up to find her belly had reduced someone to just liquid nutrients. She didn't even really know what time Sai had finally melted for good—he was just another faceless (and nameless, because she'd forgotten it already) victim of her stomach.

She stood up and stretched, feeling her tight stomach strain to squeeze the liquid inside. Ahh, it felt good. Her meal had already started making its way through her intestines, so her belly rested lower than normal. It swayed gently as she stood and walked around her house, enjoying the sensation of digested prey filling her.

Who knew cats felt so amazing? Trim certainly hadn't, but now she was certain she'd have to find another feline and see how they went down. Hopefully just as nice as this one had...