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The day arrived and I was hype,

twas the evening of our date.

While I'm a pug and as such small,

she's a pig whose size is great.

Her short brown hair was cutely gelled,

I think it's a pixie cut.

She wore a simple yet trendy dress

stretched a bit by her ample gut.

We had a meal (pasta, my fave)

and chatted to and from.

She was clearly having fun that night,

her dish went untouched though.

I learned she was a professor in town,

that philosophy was her trade.

I wondered why she didn't eat though

despite the growls her belly made.

From there we went to catch a flick,

she declined a drink or snack.

We entered the cool dark theater,

and she sat down in the back.

Comedy, horror, action, and love

the previews each rolled by.

My attention though was drawn elsewhere

when her hand carressed my thigh.

Her fingers slowly began to ascend

tracing along my small frame.

At my shoulders she pulled me close for a kiss

and I knew I wanted the same.

While many may feel this was rather bold

I was filled with joy and awe.

What I didn't expect as I turned to her

was a gaping and drooling maw.

Before I could muster so much as a meep

she had me held betwixt her jaws,

and any attempts to struggle or fight

ended when she grabbed my paws.

My limbs now secure and cries made quiet

my date decided to taste

and thus her tongue carressed and fondled

and slathered my furry face.

A sudden lifting I felt on my bod

as her throat loomed scary and wide.

Then I realized why she touched not her meal,

to leave lots of room inside.

Steadily more of my body was crammed

into that dark moist cave

and thus I was forced deeper in her

with each greedy shove she gave.

All round my head I felt her soft warmth

as her throat muscles held me tight.

Meanwhile she gripped my jeaned hips next

and slid more of me out of sight.

With each gulp I felt she claimed more of me

and all I could do was pout.

As I curled up tight in her stomach

I wished I'd not asked her out.

Outside her mouth I felt on my feet

one final push inside.

As she tasted and tickled all over my paws

I laughed so hard that I cried.

But soon her final assault did end

and she swallowed down my feet.

I started the evening as her date,

and became her meal, her treat.

And soon my paws slid down to her gut

and I curled up small and snug.

All around me the walls did churn

holding me like in a hug.

Far up above I heard a soft sigh

and felt her rub on her belly,

and faintly she whispered to my confusion

"Enjoy him, my sweet Cecile."

Then she relaxed to enjoy the movie,

some action packed, high budget prequel,

and as I began to drift off to sleep,

I realized that I'd get no sequel.