Snow swirled around Vehrune as she trudged past the first of the houses. A few flickering gas lamps lit the area, lighting the flurries of snow but not the terrain beyond, giving a strange and ethereal contrast to the world. Those lights thankfully lined most of the streets - or at least the area closest to the trade road, where most of the inns had been built. The hunter could pick out signs for a few of those inns clustered around a snow-covered square, and headed in that direction.
 
 
There wasn't a single person on the streets other than Vehrune, but lights blazed in almost every window, making the cat eager to find a resting place of her own. The-white furred cat picked up her pace as she walked, pulling her hood tight about her face to keep out the chill. She inspected the signs as she drew closer, looking for something that sounded clean and well-kept. She was a wanderer, and expensive inns were one of the few luxuries she had the chance to indulge in.
 
 
Circling the square, she passed a few of them before finally seeing one that caught her eye. It was a large three-story building, built out of brick and wood as was the local style, and the sign named it The Lazy Hunter. The sign made her very conscious of how hungry she was, and she debated for a moment before making up her mind and heading inside.
 
 
It turned out not to be more of a hotel than an inn, with no tables or bar inside, but a quality hotel at that. The lobby was two stories, with a balcony around the upper floor, and covered in intricately carved woodwork. The desk lay in front of her, a staircase to the left, and a roaring fireplace to the right. Vehrune shook the snow off her coat and made a beeline to the fire.
 
 
She set her wet gear and coat in front of the flames, then and sat down in front of it, basking in the warmth she'd been wishing to feel for hours.
 
 
"Can I help you?" The man at the desk called over after she'd been warming up for ten minutes.
 
 
Vehrune nodded, and reluctantly left the warmth of the fire to approach him. The front desk was manned by a well-groomed anthro wolf with slick hair, who looked up at her expectantly as she approached.
 
 
"Would you like to purchase a room?" he asked.
 
 
"Yes, I would... But, uh, do you serve food here?" she asked, expecting the answer to be no.
 
 
"We do, as a matter of fact, but I'm afraid only of a specialized type," He said apologetically. "I don't suppose your diet would include, say... Human?" He inclined his head at her bow and arrows, drying off with the rest of her gear.
 
 
Vehrune's ears perked up. "I love humans! Where can I get some?"
 
 
The wolf smiled at her sudden enthusiasm. "We have a few volunteers. A decent range of species, both genders, all willing prey. And they reform, of course; we'd be out of business otherwise."
 
 
"I'll take a female human," she said plainly.
 
 
He chuckled, already writing down her order. "Well, you'll have to check in for that."
 
 
Vehrune tapped her foot impatiently as she gave her details and paid for her room and meal. She moved her gear to her room, then followed the wolf's directions to the 'dining room' on the third floor. Stripping naked, she'd put on a fine silk robe she found in her room, her clothes given to a maid for cleaning.
 
 
The dining room turned out to run along the front of the third floor. On one side was a bank of frosted-over windows that gave a fair view of the desolate square, and on the other was a series of spacious booths. Each alcove was well-lit, with a thickly carpeted floor and a plethora of pillows.
 
 
Vehrune settled into a booth near the middle, picking out a particularly large pillow to sit on. A small alcove at the back contained a gilded gas lamp and a pull-cord to summon the server. She pulled it, and undid the front of her robe while she waited, eager to start eating. Her gut felt far too flat, and was rumbling hungrily.
 
 
Her meal arrived after only a few moments. The server was a handsome anthro panther with silky black fur, who introduced himself as Pyro. With him was an attractive young human with her hands tied behind her back, wearing only a silk loincloth and bra. She was wearing a leather collar around her neck, which attached her to a leash that the panther held in one hand. She even had her hair trimmed short and tied back in a ponytail, as was ideal for food.
 
 
"And I take it you're Miss Snowmaw?" he asked, with surprisingly little pretentiousness. "The server's already asleep, so I'm filling in. Usually I'm here to... Help out... Our customers."
 
 
"That my dinner?" Vehrune asked, staring at the girl with undisguised lust. The robe came off.
 
 
"Yep," he replied, tossing Vehrune the end of the leash. "Her name's Naomi, she..."
 
 
He trailed off, looking on as Vehrune suddenly and forcefully tugged the leash. The human tumbled towards her, and the cat promptly bear-hugged her, pressing the human's face into her breasts. Vehrune squeezed her meal tight, lapping at her head hungrily. Pyro looked on with amusement and arousal.
 
 
"So, the 'disposal room' is down the hall," he said after a moment. "Just ring the bell if you need anything," he added as he departed.
 
 
Vehrune took a moment to nod in acknowledgement, not realizing that she was smothering her meal. After a moment, she released her grip, letting the human sit back and gasp for air.
 
 
"You're gonna be a great dinner," Vehrune told the slightly bewildered human, her voice predatory. "I've been trudging through the snow for way too long..." The cat's eyes lit up. "Know what? I'm gonna try something new with you."
 
 
As the girl watched, expectant yet shy, Vehrune leaned back onto a pillow and spread her legs open, tail resting on the ground. With one hand, she reached just beneath her tail, moaning softly as she used her fingers to spread open the pink flesh of her tailhole. With the other hand, she reached out and grabbed Naomi by the ankle, pulling her foot towards the opening. The prey understood immediately, and pushed her other foot in as well.
 
 
 Vehrune groaned loudly as both feet pushed insides her at once, but kept going. Once each foot was in up to the ankle, she let go and grabbed Naomi's shins, letting her sphincter close around them. She paused, panting heavily.
 
 
"Oh... I've never really done this before," she said, half to herself. "Usually you guys come *out* that way, and you're a lot softer by then."
 
 
Bracing herself, Vehrune resumed pushing in her meal. By now, her meal was sufficiently far on that her natural (or was it unnatural?) intestinal peristalsis took over in pulling Naomi towards the stomach.
 
 
She'd always known she could do this, but had never really bothered herself to try. Right now, she was now paying the price for her lack of practice. Even so, it felt easier with each peristaltic tug. Vehrune panted as she felt Naomi's feet pushing deeper and deeper inside her, her knees slipping in now.
 
 
Lying on her back, Naomi could hardly feel her legs. They were being squeezed on all sides in a hot, slimy, wet tube. She looked up and saw her thighs vanishing between a pair of white-furred legs, squeezed between similarly fuzzy cheeks and into the predator's anus. She was inside the stomach up to her knees, relishing the steamy, slimy, slightly acid environment. The cat's front was beginning to bulge out in classic fashion.
 
 
Vehrune reached down and grabbed Naomi's wrists, holding the human's hands down so that they slipped inside along with Naomi's rump. Vehrune groaned once more, her pucker expanded to impossible dimensions, and her prey slipping inside at a slow but steady clip.
 
 
Vehrune's first real problem came as she tried to take in her meal's bosom. The protruding breasts pushed against her rump, causing Naomi to grunt loudly as a peristaltic tug failed to take her in further. Vehrune tugged a few more times. It was an involuntary action, and she had to focus to stop her rump from convulsing so eagerly around her prey. Her stomach gurgled in complaint.
 
 
Vehrune sat there for a moment, panting, and for the first time since forcing in Naomi's feet raised looked down her front at the prey. Naomi stared back at her, cheeks burning, and the cat licked her lips in reassurance.
 
 
Deciding on an unusual course of action, Vehrune clenched her rump tightly around the prey, holding her firmly in place. Then she rolled over, lethargically, belly thumping the ground beneath her as she came to a rest on all fours. Naomi, too, spun 180 degrees, eyes bulging in confusion.
 
 
Once she was stably on all fours, knees pulled up under her, Vehrune started again. She reached down, past her aching genitals, and grabbed her prey's breasts. Squeezing them tight, trying to push them in, she moaned loudly as they finally slipped inside with a wet schlick.
 
 
It was hard consuming prey this way, but she didn't regret it for a second. It felt incredibly good to be forcing her prey up her like this, like an extreme, backwards version of taking a dump. Even the hard parts, even the overpowering strain of forcing a whole human into her tailhole felt wonderful. She could only begin to imagine what it would feel like once she was well-practiced with it, or with an unwilling prey...
 
 
Walking past, Pyro got a sudden eyeful of the sexy white-furred feline. Her voluptuous rump was facing him, along with the head and shoulders of the human being pulled into it. Her tail thumped on the prey’s back as she twitched it happily. Moving to the threshold of her booth, a smile spread across the panther's face as he observed the human sticking out of her rump. Naomi blushed as she looked up at the black cat, her shoulders vanishing under the predator's tail. The white cat merely grunted an acknowledgement.
 
 
"Having fun, you two?" the black cat teased.
 
 
"...Yes..." the girl muttered as her arms and bare chest were slowly sucked into a wonderfully warm and wet space.
 
 
"Hungry one, isn't she?" Pyro grinned tauntingly at the prey. "Well, I won't ruin your fun. Enjoy spending some time as tiger droppings."
 
 
"Hey... I want to be tiger shit." Her shoulders were on the verge of vanishing into the cat's anus. "Besides, you gave me to her," she muttered. The cat just patted her on one of her shoulders as they passed inside her body, tailhole closing around her neck.
 
 
"Both of you, shut up," Vehrune finally said. "And I'm not a tiger, I'm a mix."
 
 
With that, the predator clamped her hand over her prey's face, muffling her as she pulled her under her swaying tail. The human's complaints were muffled and inaudible, and then drowned out by Vehrune’s groaning as Vehrune struggled to fit her inside.
 
 
After a second, she removed her hand, and Naomi blinked with surprise. In spite of the predator's rough tugging, she wasn't moving. The sphincter was now tight around her neck, and her big, warm, furry cheeks squeezed on her face from both sides. Vehrune twitched her tail, and it carelessly bonked the top of her head. That head was the only thing left outside now, and even that was barely visible, hidden between the cheeks of a big feline rump. All she could see of the outside world was the wall and an amused panther.
 
 
She expected to be finished off at any moment now, a simple relaxing of the hips and one last squeezing to pull her head inside... But she didn’t. She was completely immobile, arms pinned to her sides and body held tight by a fleshy tube and the half-filled belly at the end. She could barely even move her head, pitifully pinned between the cat’s hips and under her tail as she was.
 
 
“Wha…” she mumbled, feeling more than a little embarrassed with another predator watching.
 
 
Vehrune moaned. Naomi could feel her repeatedly pulling, trying to force her further in. Peristaltic motions massaged her whole body, furry buttcheeks occasionally squeezing Naomi's head, eliciting a happy moan from her. She moved slightly deeper, her chin and the back of her head pressing onto her pucker, but that was it. The cat whimpered in annoyance and helplessness, tail drooping across Naomi's head as she unconsciously tucked it between her legs.
 
 
“I think you’re full. There’s no more room for her,” Pyro admonished, as he stared amusedly at the stuck human.
 
 
“No, no, she’ll fit in fine. I just need someone to shove her on in... You want to help?” she offered, bulging gut twitching beneath her.
 
 
The panther lowered his head to the human’s level and brushed Vehrune's tail out of the way. He smiled, staring at the girl contemplatively. “Still having fun? Don’t worry, we’ll get you in there.”
 
 
“Thanks,” the human interjected softly. “I kinda just want…”
 
 
“Shut up, you,” the cat teased, clamping Naomi’s mouth shut.
 
 
Pyro stared directly at her. He gaped his wet maw, leaned forward, and wetly licked the human, rough tongue running across the length of Naomi’s face. He licked again, and then again, lapping at her face with increasing vigor. His maw opened further and further as he did so, and soon he was moving forward, pushing between the cat’s broad asscheeks and enveloping the human’s entire head, completely soaking it in drool. He worked his jaws, playfully digging his teeth into Naomi's neck, and then resumed licking, teasingly rimming around the cat’s stretched sphincter. Moaning softly, She tried to push forward, but instead found herself going the opposite direction. The panther's attempt at lubrication had worked, and she felt her chin slip into Vehrune's tailhole.
 
 
Soon Naomi was slipping into the cat's bowels slightly more with every move she made, letting out a surprised moan. Pyro gave her a last, rough lick and pulled back, slipping his muzzle out of Vehrune's butt. The human tried to avoid making eye contact with the panther.
 
 
Pyro placed his hand squarely on Naomi's face and pushed. The girl was soon sliding neatly into the cat, disappearing between her furry cheeks and into her tailhole. Pyro's hand followed, pushing her into Vehrune's rump. After a moment, felt her sphincter around his wrist, and warmth surrounding his hand. The girl was fully inside, and he withdrew his arm with a rough tug.
 
 
She blushed, trying to avoid eye contact with the server, but Pyro just grinned at her.
 
 
Her sphincter irised shut, sliding over her face and slowly reducing her field of vision as the cat smirked in from outside. Soon it was all but gone, and the last points of light shrank away and vanished. Vehrune let out a loud, happy moan.
 
 
The human felt the warm, slimy flesh of the cat's rectum closing in and completely surrounding her head. Her whole body was enveloped like that, trapped and immobilized in the warm, tight, and wet space of a cat’s digestive tract. The pressure on her body didn’t let up, arms trapped at her sides, legs folded up in front of her. She could smell it strongly now, the overwhelming scent of a predator's bowels, and it left her disoriented as her head was squeezed into the stomach.
 
 
Vehrune belched crudely, draped atop a rotund belly that encompassed her human treat. She sat there for a while, utterly exhausted, but still heavily pleasured. After a few minutes, she turgidly rolled onto her side, stomach sloshing, and looked up at the panther.
 
 
“Thanks for the help,” she murmured.
 
 
“No problem,” he replied, trying not to grin. “First time?”
 
 
“Yeah.”
 
 
“In the future,” he advised, “You should probably try it head-first. Anyway, I’m guessing you’ll want to sleep here?”
 
 
“I’m gonna have to,” she replied, resting one hand on her distended, gurgling stomach. . “G’night.”
 
 
“Good night,” the panther said, and pulled a curtain over her booth before leaving.
 
 
Vehrune flicked off the gas light and pulled a blanket over herself, shivering as she moved. She curled up around her fat belly, hugging her prey tight, and let herself cuddle for a few moments before falling asleep.
 
 
“Good night, Naomi,” she murmured, drifting into a peaceful slumber.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
* * * SCAT SCENE - Don’t read further if you don’t like post-vore scat. * * *
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Vehrune woke up many hours later, sometime in the morning. Sunlight was filtering through the curtains, and she squinted at the light as she slowly remembered what she had done the previous night. She shed her blanket slowly, stumbling to her feet. Her stomach was now mostly flat, though with a slight pot-bellied look from the unreleased prey, and she patted it as she reminisced. Her digestive tract worked fast, and she could already feel a pressure in her crotch, and the accompanying urges.
 
 
Pulling her robe back on, she made her way down the hallway to where the panther had indicated earlier. The ‘disposal room’ was a cool, tiled chamber, with several sinks and shelves full of hygiene products. Along the far end was a deep trough in the floor, stained severely brown, and slightly slanted towards an opening at one end.
 
 
Holding up her robe, she turned around and squatted, rump sticking out over the edge, tail raised lazily. Her features contorted, a drawn-out groan escaping through bared teeth as she strained to push out her meal. Her normally-stretchy tailhole spread open reluctantly. A thick, dark brown log of former human, with white bones visibly packed into it, slowly pushed out, staying intact until it dropped from under her tail.
 
 
She sighed and continued to push, a long, clay-like column of ex-human pushing out through the same hole that had taken her in not too long ago. Lumps of waste and bone piled up on the ground beneath her as she went on. As more came out, the pressure weakened, and she groaned loudly as she excreted. Soon there was a moderately-sized mound of fecal matter beneath her, and she had to push hard to force out the rest of the massed waste. She audibly groaned, almost a yell, as she shat out a last log onto the now massive pile under her tail, feeling like she had just shat out an entire horse.
 
 
She took her time in cleaning up, and returned to her room later that morning, after asking the concierge about what there was to do in the town. She’d been planning to move on after a short stay, but decided she might just spend a few more nights here.