Here is a very fun AU I've been working on with my wonderful artist friend who wishes to remain anonymous, but wants to have the work they've been putting into this with me shared! :D

Here we have an alternate Persona 5 universe where Futaba is no more than a wee lass, but something in her is different... Well, naturally the people and things she will soon come to digest will be a lot different, but she herself is a natural born pred with a pentiant for yummy squirming meals to fuel her growing >:3 And not just her hunger heh.

Me and my good friend have been working on this story and setting for quite some time now, but don't worry, LOTS more human female prey is on the menu, and everyone's favorite key item Akira will be coming into the picture very soon. So stay tuned!

Please enjoy not only this AMAZING gif to start the AU story, but also this story written by me:

Morgana watched the tiny human sleep in front of the television, a peaceful look of innocence on her face as the loud rainbow colored show blared loudly.
The massive couch lay on the other side of the rolly polly youth, and appeared to have ample space to enjoy a nice nap for the cat as well.
A quiet whimpering of slumber drifted from the bespectacled young girls face, as her lips tickled with each breath in and out, her paunch tummy acting as a throw pillow where she sat.
Morgana watched a long strand of drool cascade down Futaba’s cheek for a moment, transfixed by the clear liquid slowly creeping it’s way down, trying to escape the messy mouth.
The feline finally decided: Futaba wasn’t taking up that much space, the couch could easily be shared. This would be the confused cats final mistake in his life.
Morgana was slow, not wanting to disturb the young child as she slept, his paws sinking into the couch, his ears folded back in discomfort as the sounds of gurgling crawled into his soft ears, and the smells of sweets appallingly mixed with curry hit his nose
The small, sock covered toes curled and stretched as if the girl was scrunching them in her sleep, Mona’s eyes trailed up the fat stumpy legs, the pitch dark panties unbecoming of such a young girl Mona chided.
Mona snapped back to attention, shaking his head a little, wanting to get back to his goal of finding a comfy place to sleep… One a ways away from the lewd youths obnoxiously loud stomach.
Morgana stepped over the log like leg, carefully as could be as the cat believed to be in the home stretch: that’s when he felt his black and white ever so slightly brush up against the wet lips of the sleeping girl.

“Mmmm?... Yummy… Sojiro… Made fuzzy noodles…” A tired, mindless sweet voice hit Morgana’s ears as a painful grip crushed his fuzzy tail, clamping it hard, nearly braking the delicate bones in the swishing body part.
“F-Futaba?” Mona tried to mew out, but it was no use, as Morgana felt his bent tail suddenly get soaked in wet and humid spittle as his tail was indeed inhaled like a fuzzy strand of pasta.
Morgana yelped in pain as he felt the leg bones about his paw be grasped with a steel tight hold from the clammy and smooth hands of the voracious girl, as the entirety of his was starting to snake down Futaba’s throat.
“F-Futaba! You have got to let me go!” Mona tried again, his bratty voice shaking as he felt his hind legs and back be shoveled into the soft mouth, even Futaba’s soft teeth didn’t even hurt as much as the cramped space of the throat aws currently.
Mona was about to let out another string of pleads, when his body tensed up, his eyes went wide, and his form went limp as a sickening, yet ever so slightly muffled shattering of his back bones echoed up and down Futaba’s throat.
While Mona was mewing in utter pain, Futaba was unconsciously humming the off-tune theme to her favorite Sentai show, mona limply hanging halfway out of the mouth of the girl who at her age should be loving the cat, not devouring him.

As Morgana felt more and more of his body crunch and crack due to the insanely intense throat muscles of the young girl, Mona noticed something in utter horror, even past the fact that he was being eaten alive.
“I-Is that me?!...” Mona choked out as he saw an odd lumpy mess of bulged out tummy flesh on Futaba’s tummy.
“A-Am I going to die like this? In there?!” Morgana tried to sob as best as he could, truly not wanting to abandon hope, knowing full well that was the only thing he could do at this point.
Morgana could feel his body slowly coil into the hot, acidic chamber a little bit below him, his face now entering into the slobbery and smelly mouth of the girl that could barely count to five.

Darkness enveloped the cat as Futaba sealed her lips, the last of the outside world vanishing to the cat, the only thing visible was the inside of the child's mouth.
A smooth lump on Futaba’s throat signaled Morgana’s final descent into the tight tummy, his body snapping and lurching in the fleshy tube. Morgana finally entered into the rancid stomach, his body coiled into a broken pile soaked in enzymes.
The fact that Morgana was still alive was both a blessing and a curse, a blessing that even though his body was completely broken, he was still alive, and a curse for what was to come.
Half digest gummies, sloshes of curry, soft grape smelling soda’s, and other juices start to cling onto the once proud black and white coat of the cats body, making Morgana wince as a biting pain was starting to seep into his softening flesh.
Mona didn’t even want to waste any energy talking, he just hoped his death would be painless… But the child's tummy had other plans. Chunks of wet fur were falling off the poor animal, his pink skin starting to singe.
The first bits of Mona to succumb to the acids were his lower half, turning into a bright pink and dark red mush, a look that was similar to uncooked hamburger, as his body was slowly being destroyed.
Mona started to meow more and more as his body was drifted away, his eyes full of pain before they finally went out, the blackness consuming them as his head was the last thing left, before the flesh was torn from his angled skull.

Futaba’s arms stretched up above her head as her resting body positioned itself into a more comfortable spot, a stupid unknowing smile of fullness smeared all over her face, her once lumpy gut now a still, smooth dome.
Futaba’s lips opened, yawning just a little, before a loud, ripping belch tore from her mouth like an airhorn, the air being poisoned by the stale smell of death and rotting Mona meat.
The belch lasted almost half a minute with the same ferocity that it had started with, as it slowly calmed down.
Futaba simply smiled, her unconcious hand rubbing her tummy, as a funny feeling tingled its way right between her fat legs and under her black velvet panties.

(Sorry about the poor formatting! Blame the website for how it handles it :P But I hope you all enjoy this a ton!)

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