A tigress invites her sharky friend over for the afternoon, but come dinner time, decides she's too cheap to order out. <3

This story features oral vore, slow digestion over the course of an evening, and disposal. The latter is marked, so you can avoid it if you want.

I originally wrote this as a nompost that got a bit out of control - hence the present tense.


Dale Soter, the shark, belongs to himself.

The story and tigress belong to me, AKA Kayleen.

Pyro: I read every comment, and they're all appreciated, even if I don't reply.

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