Cafe Dining
I sit by myself at a table in the café, but I'm not lonely. I'm looking to make friends tonight. I take a sip of my drink and wait, paw resting on the table. The place is pretty quiet. The atmosphere is dead, and there are only a few people still sitting around. It's near closing time, and the workers are already cleaning the tables and packing up for the night. I check the clock - half an hour left. Plenty of time. My ears twitch as the bell above the door jingles and someone walks in. It is a tall, gray wolf, and although he is on the other side of the room I can see his tummy rumble visibly. I grin and raise my paw high off the table.
"Hey, bud! Over here! You look hungry. How's about I get you something to eat?"
He looks over at me, surprised, and glances behind him. Seeing that there's no one else there, he approaches the table.
"M-me? For me? What could you have?"
I chuckle and gesture around us. "Well, we are in a café. I'm sure we can find something to fill that belly of yours." I pause and look at his belly appreciatively. "Waitress! We'd like ... one or everything, please!" The wolf stares at me, mouth slightly open.
"One of ... everything? Really? Um... Thanks, but why are you doing this for me?"
"To fill you up, of course! Big bellies are the greatest, don't you think?" I chuckle. "The food's here. I think it's time to dig in!" The waitress comes to the table with a heaping mound of food. I wink at her and toss her a few bills, and she leaves. I switch my attention to the wolf, who is staring at his food with a gleam in his eye. I raise my eyebrow.
"O... okay then," he says, picking up a roll and bringing it to his mouth. He takes a bit and starts to chew. Hunger gets the better of him and he begins to dig in, now grabbing at food with renewed vigor. I laugh.
"Thata boy! "We've got to be sure to eat all of this food," I say as I take my own utensils, carefully laying a napkin on my lap. I pick out my own portion, but I only take just enough for me. I'm sure to leave plenty for my company. I watch his belly expand we I eat. He doesn't seem to have any problems with this.
One by one, the few people left in the café get up and leave. It gets later and closing time comes. But I know the people who work here, and we are allowed to stay a little longer. We continue to eat, me slowly and him ravenously. The clock ticks. We talk some and exchange names, me Mikhowl and him Riley. Finally, I lean back in my chair, letting the food settle in my belly. I grin lazily at Riley the wolf, who, although he has eaten more than twice as much as me, is already energetic and eager for more.
"Thank you so much!" he says, and then he pauses, closing his eyes. He starts to digest his meal, something that apparently comes easy for him. I flinch.
"Woah, don't go digesting all that food now!" I say as I move to sit next to him. "I like it. It's warm. And soft. I bet it's even nicer from the inside..." I look up at him for a moment and then hug his belly.
"Well, you're welcome to find out for yourself," he suggests, looking at me. His eyes glow, and I nod meekly. He licks the side of my face, murring at the flavor. I hug his belly tighter and it growls hungrily. I can't wait to go inside. Ready?" he asks. I respond right away.
"Ready!"
He grins. And with that, his open maw rushes toward my head. I giggle and touch down on his tongue, which is soft and squishy. I coo as he swallows and everything goes dark. The café disappears and I am surrounded by muscle and warmth. The throat pulls at me. I'm still holding onto his belly and I squeeze tighter. Riley murrs happily and gently swallows my chest and starts to pull in my arms.
"You gotta let go, buddy," he says casually. I begin to whine.
"Do I haaave to?"
He chuckles and stops swallowing. "Only if you want to be in my belly!"
My tail begins to wag and I concede. "If you say so..." I say with mock sadness. He chuckles and resumes his swallowing. My arms are the next to enter the warmth, and then my waist and tail. Meanwhile, I continue to slide down his throat until I reach a dead end. I push and it opens, revealing the stomach, which is now mostly empty. My tail wags faster and my feet paws wiggle.
Riley swallows again, taking in my legs and active tail. I giggle as he gives my paws a lick before closing his maw on them and giving a final swallow, with a big "Ahh!" He sighs happily and begins to rub his belly, me inside it. Warm and damp, I embrace it from the inside, and I grin as I feel his rubbing. He murrs and hugs his belly. He continues to rub for a while and I can feel him wagging his own tail now.
"Don't worry, I won't digest you," he assures me.
I start to rub from the inside. "Aww, thanks, dude!" I say, and then frown. "But what are you going to do with me, then?"
"Oh, I'll just keep you there for a while and then spit you out. He continues rubbing and wagging his tail.
I'm quiet for a moment. I really don't want to be spit out. It's not like I won't reform anyway. Then I grin. BOOM! BOOM! I pound against his belly walls and squirm vigorously, suddenly very active. He doubles over and tries to control the squirming.
"What's wrong?!" he asks, alarmed.
"Hehe!' I laugh as I continue to squirm. "I'm an active meal, is all!"
"Oh! Heh." Riley starts to murr again. I continue to squirm and struggle, pushing on the walls around me and trying to make the experience altogether enjoyable for my pred. But it is a workout for him, too. "You... Can stop now if you're tired..." he says, a little concerned.
"No, no! This - is fun! Woo," I say. Although it really is pretty fun. I never get this much exercise in my normal life.
"Alright, I'm fine with that!" he says. "I'm going to go back to my house, okay?" All as planned. He stands up and his belly sags and bounces.
"Sure thing, dude!" I say happily. "Hey, this is fun! It's like I'm in an amusement park ride!"
"Glad you're enjoying it!" Riley leaves the café and I can hear the active night life around him go quiet as he walks past. I grin and laugh to myself as I imagine the looks he must be getting, jealous and otherwise. I assert my presence by bouncing around with double the intensity, making huge belly bulges and letting everyone else know that there is a lively meal in their presence. I hear a few gasps and I settle down, having accomplished my task. I hear Riley laugh.
A few minutes later I hear him tell me that we're at his apartment, but I'm now too tired to answer. He goes straight to his bed and lies down. Heh, I think. Maybe he's as tired as I am.
"Comfy in there?" he asks. He rolls over to his side and starts to rub his belly once more.
I work up the strength to answer. "Sure am! ... I ... think I'm going to take a nap now."
"You know what?" he decides. "I think I am too..." He rubs my head once more and I grin sleepily. Goodnight, Riley, I think to myself. I'll see you tomorrow. We both fall asleep at the same time, snoring softly after a great meal. And I can't wait to do it again.