Literaly Littering
 
 
It was a hot day, hotter than usual, actually. Everywhere along the city people tried to walk beneath the shadow of buildings to protect themselves from the scorching sun and pretty much the only one happy with the dismal temperature was the local ice cream lady, who was making an easy buck from people desperate for some refreshment, and to many youngsters (and even some older people) the song played by the approaching ice cream truck was like the sound of an angel's trumpet.
 
 
 
But there was only one ice cream truck in the city, and it could only be in one place at a time, so a lot of people were left to fight the oppressive heat without the help of that frozen dessert. One such person was Ammit, who was currently sweating the equivalent of a small waterfall.
 
 
 
Now, a case could be made that Ammit was more prepared to deal with the tortuous sun than a lot of other women, for her skin was dark and her Egyptian blood used to intense heat, but on the other hand, she was also a crocodile monster girl, which meant that she had a certain instinctive affinity with water and although it didn't mean that she had to stay in a pool all day, it meant that being so dehydrated was more uncomfortable for her than to the average person.
 
 
 
Amy had left her home wearing her usual black leather jacket but had been forced to remove it and now carried it folded in her arm. She thanked the heavens that she was wearing her ankh shirt beneath it, for it didn't go all the way down, leaving the lower part of her massive round breasts exposed, as well as the rest of her torso. Her fat, thick tail though was slightly wrinkled due to the heat, and it swung from side to side like a cat's.
 
 
 
The fact that she was a mini-giantess had already brought her some annoyance today due to the fact that people insisted on walking near her due to the massive shadow her tall body cast, but it was just her luck that no one tasty-looking had been bold enough to do this, and she wasn't going to waste efforts and risk sweating even more to catch a girl who was but skin and bones, so she let it slide this time around.
 
 
 
"Fuck me, if only I could hide in my own shadow I'd be fine," Amy complained to herself. "Sometimes it's sucks being tall."
 
 
 
But her attention was caught by something which gave her a start. It was a vending machine! It was like finding an oasis in the desert, so the goth croc quickly approached it. She gazed through the glass and saw all those beverages in colorful cans and her black-and-gold eyes gleamed with anticipation. Ammit had known the feeling of irresistible, maddening hunger, which she was always quick to satisfy with unholy quantities of meat (usually of the living, squirmy variety) but this thirst she felt was almost as bad as that.
 
 
 
"Shit, do I even have any money on me right now?" She wondered, searching the pockets of her monster-sized jeans nervously. "Ah, here it is!"
 
 
 
She removed a wallet from one of her pockets, and it was a rather small, pink, and cute object that felt hilariously incongruent with her gothic, aggressive appearance. In fact, it didn't belong to her (or rather, it now did) but had been expelled alongside some gas from her meal the previous day, after it's previous owner made the mistake of calling Amy a "fat-tailed gecko". Amy had decided to keep it and it was a stroke of luck that she happened to have it right now in her hour of need.
 
 
 
She inserted the specific demanded amount of money in the machine and waited cheerfully for her chosen drink. And she waited. And waited. And waited.
 
 
 
"What the hell? Where is it?!" An angry, impatient Amy grabbed the machine with both hands and started shaking it violently, making a loud noise. "Give me my fucking drink, dammit!"
 
 
 
The vending machine was already getting damaged by the shaking, for Ammit was a mini-giantess after all, but seeing that her current strategy didn't work she decided to be more extreme and slam the vending machine from above. It was smashed as if it was a toy under the strength of Amy's fist, the cheap plastic sinking and its glass cracking. Like a overwhelmed enemy admitting defeat in its final breath, the machine allowed a can of soda to fall from its greedy grasp.
 
 
 
"That's better," Amy smiled and picked the can up, not caring about the vandalism she had just committed to get it. She pop the can, which made a loud, satisfying sound and emptied it of it's sugary, carbonated contents in a single gulp. "BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!"
 
 
 
The goth released a loud and crass fizzy burp that could have awoken up the dead and, casually wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, crushed the now empty can against her forehead and threw it on the pavement behind her. Just as she had started to walk away though, she heard something that made her stop.
 
 
 
"STOP RIGHT THERE, MA'AM!"
 
 
 
Amy turned around, an annoyed expression already on her face, but she was slightly confused when she didn't see anybody. She looked around, perplexed, until the voice sounded again:
 
 
 
"Don't you know that littering is a crime? It pollutes our neighborhoods, decreases property values, and destroys our city's natural beauty...hey, where are you looking at?! I'm down here!"
 
 
 
Amy looked down, and to her surprise, there it was, a short human woman in a police uniform with her arms crossed and staring up at her boldly. From the determination in her voice the croc girl was expecting someone...taller? Of course, most humans were all shrimps compared to her, but this policewoman was particularly short, even for a human. She must have been 4'11" at best.
 
 
 
"As I was saying, littering is harmful both for humans and for the environment, air pollution caused by littered garbage, specifically when it ends up in incinerators or landfills, can cause respiratory illnesses, allergies, and asthma, besides blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah..." The policewoman kept yapping while Amy just stared down at her with a nonplussed expression that was quite uncommon to her.
 
 
 
Needless to say, the monster girl wasn't paying attention to a single word the diminutive agent of the law was saying, instead analyzing her. Short as she was, that cop had a nice body, with some pleasant curves and a good looking face. Amy's stomach growled audibly.
 
 
 
"...and that's why I'll need to fine you, ma'am," The policewoman finally reached a conclusion, and revealing a small sort of notebook and a pen, started writing what was supposedly a fine for Ammit. She tore the leaf out of the notebook and handed it to the monster girl. "Here it is, hopefully it will teach you not to do this again."
 
 
 
Amy squatted and leaned forward, getting closer to the human woman and staring unblinkingly with a neutral expression straight into her eyes. The cop that had been so bold until now felt a chill and a cold sweat, hot as the day was, for the croc's blank face was uncomfortably close to her own. But Amy just picked up the piece of paper from her hand and rose again to her full stature, towering over the cop who was now discreetly sighing with relief.
 
 
 
Amy looked at the fine for a few seconds inscrutably, then shrugged and, opening her mouth, shoved it down her gullet, to the other woman's horror.
 
 
 
"What are you doing, ma'am?!"
 
 
 
"Are you blind or what? Eating the fine."
 
 
 
"Y-You can't do that!" The policewoman protested.
 
 
 
"Why not?"
 
 
 
"Because... because...well, you have to pay it, not eat it!"
 
 
 
"Relax, I'm a crocodile, not a cow, so I can't digest cellulose," Amy said with a infuriating amount of sarcasm. "I'm just keeping it somewhere close and safe."
 
 
 
She smacked her belly as if to help prove her point, which added to her sardonic arch of a smile that made the cop's face turn red with frustration.
 
 
 
"Never mind, I'll write you another fine, and if you eat this one, I'll ask you to come with me to the station," The woman was on the process of grabbing her small notebook and pen again.
 
 
 
"Wait," Amy gesticulated dramatically. "I have a better solution. Why don't you try getting that fine of yours back?"
 
 
 
"I'd rather not have to wait for you to feel the need to use the toilet when I can simply make another one,"
 
 
 
"I don't mean like that, blockhead! But you soon find out what I mean," Ammit grinned, exposing her shining, sharp teeth. There was saliva running down her chin. The policewoman shivered.
 
 
 
"Certainly you don't mean to...you know..."
 
 
 
"To do what?"
 
 
 
"Well, huh...eat me...?" The policewoman had only now realized that perhaps she had overestimated herself when she tried to lecture a monster several times her size.
 
 
 
"Of course, since you're asking~" Ammit darted downwards and gobbled up the cop down to her waist in the blink of an eye. She then rose, but bringing her prey alongside her, the small woman being caught between her powerful jaws.
 
 
 
The policewoman kicked the air desperately, but it was quite fruitless. All Amy had to do was to raise her head slightly for gravity to come to her aid and send the agent of the law sliding down her esophagus as a big bulge on her dark neck which then disappeared between her large chest only to reappear as a rather unimpressive potbelly.
 
 
 
"Ya know, being tall does have it's advantages after all," Amy said, patting her distended stomach which, in all honesty could easily be mistaken for a pregnant belly considering how short and how massive prey and predator were respectively.
 
 
 
"R-Release me at once! Attacking a policewoman is even more against the law than littering!"
 
 
 
"Huh, attacking is a strong word, I was just trying to help you find that fine. Can you see it now?" Amy's voice was so filled with amicability that it was clear that she was up to no good, but the policewoman wasn't very quick-witted.
 
 
 
"Oh, of course, the fine!" The cop grabbed a light object floating near her (for the stomach chamber was already somewhat filled with gastric juices) only for the piece of paper to dissolve in her hand. "What?! I thought you couldn't digest cellulose!"
 
 
 
"Sorry, I meant to say that YOU regular boring humans can't digest it. I can digest a lot of things, as you're soon going to find out," Amy said with a cruel chuckle.
 
 
 
"Let me out, before you get in any serious trouble!" The pathetic prey made an empty threat. She had just become a cop and was full of ideals of justice, but this turn of events had broken her worldview. Could justice really be reinforced in a world where women with the size of trees, the strength of ten men, and an appetite for humans existed?
 
 
 
"I'm soooo scared...please go easy on me 'lieutenant', I wouldn't want to have something as terrible as a bellyache." Amy mocked her meal and rolled her eyes, before casually walking away, refreshed, well-fed and unimpressed by the policewoman's kicks, threats and pleas inside her.