It's another, tiresome day of study within a "generic" university. Of which, a male student named Mark had much to worry on, as he re-checked his pending grades on a laptop, with a sigh of relief when he saw the grades finally update.
 
Top Marks as usual, over the semester's results. A thought that sent relief, over his future academic prospects. And yet, his pursuit of top marks, came at a high cost, over lost opportunities. As he stared outside of his handheld monitor, to the crowds near the cafeteria, over some of his less invested friends chatting with their own hitched relationships.
 
Morbidly, he thought in melodrama, that no matter how much time he spends studying. He couldn't find the time, nor know how to 'score' a girl. At least, without things either screwing up badly, risk getting exploited like the last disasterous relationship he was in. Or...
 
He shooked his head on that thought, as he stared at the notes he's written, in preparation for the next semester. No matter what, he mused as he chewed on a sandwitch. Grades are more important, then a job. And then a life...
 
He felt a padded hand tap his shoulder, as he felt someone stare at him in interest.
 
"Hey Mark, how's it been?" Said a semi-familliar waif, whom he hasn't spoken to personally. Dark sholder length hair, with green eyes. And a light skin, that gave a sort of eerie beauty. Especially with her modest frame and breasts.
 
"I'm doin' fine. You?" Mark said to Zia, as he recalled his memory, of that mysterious acquitance of his, with a long list of exes, as a chill went down his spine, over the vague rumours of what happened to every one of her missing exes.
 
Thing is, they're just that; rumours. With the names of each missing person, he didn't knew nor care. More so when compared to how she knew everyone by name, he found it a struggle to remember half the class, let alone all the acquitances he no longer thinks of when they dropped out mid-semester.
 
He did not thought about if some of them might have dated her at one point. Because as a rule of thumb, she stood out for always worked alone. Or, in spite of having team member's at the beginning of each semester. They always dropped out, leaving her to do all the work for them. And gaining the higest grades out of everyone in class in spite of the massive pressure she should have been under each academic year.
 
"So, you mind helping me with that future semester of ours? I heard from your friend, that you're very good, at preparation..." He heard. Almost zoning out in responding to casual chit chat. Until he woke up in surprise, on how she's now asking him, for advice.
 
A statement that interrupted whatever envious thoughts he had over her work-life balance. More so, when bar her plain attire, he couldn't help but feel she has some sort of, charm to her.
 
"Sure." He said, then nodded, over a reliable acquitance of his. He had some time to kill, before having to deal with the brunt of studies. And perhaps she could help with his own foundation this semester as well. If nothing else. He doubt he'd find out where everyone she has a falling out, end up disappearing shortly afterwards. Because he's not inclined on dating her anytime soon...
 
-
 
The fact she lived on campus, was a rare envy. Compared to the long journeys he had, over still living in his parents house. Thought Mark, as it took only minutes, to arrive by keycard to Zia's den.
 
Still. Her entire dorm was a bit more plain, compared to other colleague friends of his. With not much decor, outside some trinkets that looked more tribal in tone. Still, it had a bit of a charm. She might have been, or descended from some native tribe, in the America's he thought in mild interest.
 
"So, I wonder what you're planning on covering for this semester's course?" Said Zia, as she was jotting down on a spare piece of paper, and sitting on some fluffy pillow. No doubt related to studies...
 
"Haven't really decided yet." He replied, nervously. "I mean. I might consider adding on what I've done the previous semester, to save on time..." Before he felt something soft and cyan, brush his leg, interrupt his thoughts.
 
"Oh, don't mind the fluffy pillow." He heard his host say, on how she could grab more pillows. Before his attention went to how unusually slitted, her green eyes were. And how her hair became lighter blue in tone...
 
"Uh, Zia? Have you died your hair suddenly?" He said casually, taking a look at the white fluff covering her face.
 
"Oh, it's nothing. It's always been this colour." Said that mysterious waif, as he only now, noticed the shape of her nose, and facial features, being odder. More animalistic, than human.
 
Looking further, he only now; noticed that she's only wearing silk under garments at most, with tribal markings covering her cyan fur? Alongside an attached tails, one of which was gently rubbing his thigh.
 
It took a moment, for him to process the weirdness he just saw. Before he had to inquire.
 
"Okay, are you somehow, a furry?"
 
The cyan furred anthro in front of him, laughed in the same voice she possessed.
 
"Would you believe me, if I'm a telepathic, shapeshifting fox, on campus...?" "Zia" said, and it was only now, he couldn't help but think of how "anime" like, her foxy ears were in looks. How some earings he didn't took much notice on, looked far nicer on more foxy ears...
 
And above all else, how her near naked chest, was surrounded in tribal tattoos, that only served to make her modest frame, more... inticing, somehow. Her near naked fur, looked more pleasing to the eye, than average females of his class.
 
"Okay, so your a shapeshifting fox. Why reveal this to me now?" Mark said, his mind almost on other thoughts, before keeping his focus to the tribal tattoo'd fur.
 
"because you can keep a secret, compared to some perverts. You're more focused on studies, over my actual history..." He heard her purr, in an almost animal like tone...
 
"And above all else... You have an enlightening mind, I want..." He heard her say, as he was suddenly kissed deeply, and felt some animalist tongue, invade his mouth, before his mind was bombarded with emotions she had of him, as his thoughts were invaded by her own desires.
 
Feelings of love, comfort, and a primal, sexual hunger were thought of, as he felt his dick/her sex harden/moisten in aroused interest. Mouth watering, and he felt himself, be pulled deeper into her own mind. Her body, sated. As his body, tightened around their/her frame.
 
And when he felt his entire conciousness linked to her soul, he fell into a dreamlike trance, of complete satisfaction. Of how fluffy, and comfortable she is. As tasty as comfort candy... And how his thoughts will soon feel/taste, when he eventually starts squirming in her gut.
 
Gut? He thought in sudden horror, as he still remembered how wholesome that candy went down, with each contracted swallow. Before he suddenly awakened in darkness. It took a moment, before he felt the atmosphere unusally humid.
 
It took only a moment later, for him to realise he's cramped. The air, damp. And in panic, he began to laugh, over how he was now but a morsel, just realising his fate is to digest...
 
"Mmm~. Another delicious morsel..." He felt herself speak? Before he realised he can still feel her mind, and thoughts take predatory delight, over his confusion.
 
"Oh, didn't you noticed? I ate you." That furry predator spoke to himself, as he wondered why is he still dreaming of her mind intruding on his thoughts. Before he realised he's not in a dream.
 
His initial thoughts turned towards if this top student, delivered some sort of date drug through that kiss....
 
"Where have you kidnapped me?" He thought, or spoke. But wasn't able to be heard well, inside the tight flesh prison he's trapped in, and struggling to breathe in.
 
"Take a wild guess..." He thought, as he smelt body oder, and water, swish through his skin.
 
He laughed... As he began to feel pain rub through his skin, and into his flesh. At the same time his mind began to panic, over what's going to happen to him. As he began to scream-
 
-
 
It took a moment. Before she felt her stomach, began to thrash in terror. And then she felt her skin, tingle in phantom pain as she felt her body stretch in quivering delight. And the delicable despair, ravage her mind from her prey's suffering, before she felt predatory satisfaction over how she's feeling her prey slowly fade, into being absorbed within her own mind.
 
This is the best part. Thought Zia, as she carrassed her squirming meal, as she digested another enlightened meal with growing arousal, throughout the evening. As she felt with her inborn telepathy, how his mind struggled in vain, to escape his digestive fate.
 
Now, she could have just severed, and ate whole mind, to gain this nourishment. But compared to eating a human whole, and digesting everything of them...
 
She found it more primal. Letting her stomach doing the 'chewing', as she can feel through simmered pain, her prey's limbs, and eventually organs melt to be absorbed by her starving intestines. And each burn, and dying nerve, sent a shiver down her hungering sex, over the phantom lust, that goes beyond her native heat cycles.
 
And above all else. She almost feels she can absorb a little bit "more", from the fat of her preys still alive brain cells, right when they fade from this mortal coil. Compared to eating some left over brain with decayed memories. As her focus was spent, preserving the mind of a painfully digesting morsel.
 
It's only with her psionic might, that she perserved the light within her prey's despairing mind. As she melted his body, in preparation of absorbing everything that made him shine, HERS...
 
Eventually, she began to feel her meal soften, as his digesting mind became 'soft' enough to start processing within her guts.
 
She went into a deep mediation throghout the night. As she guided her prey's dying dream, to learn and absorb everything useful, and nourishing to her.
 
She recalled flashes of vaguely recalled childhood, clearly remembered suffering in high school. And personal failures in life that constantly plagued her meal throughout adulthood. And discarded, each and every useless memory, bar the most interesting moments...
 
The useful memories, or lessons involving educational subjects he only paid half a mind to, she preserved within her gestalted conciousness, nourished by past meals. As she felt her intestines rapidly process, and integrate every brain cell within this digested mass, to the final destination of her soul. Or "mind", as was scientifically known...
 
She felt echoes of his squirming minds conciousness squirm inside her self. Before she crushed it with her predatory soul, to oblivion. By the time her meal's soul, was dimmed and absorbed. She sighed in predatory satisfaction, and staring at how her alarm clock was only an hour before she was due to 'wake' up.
 
It always, took hours, to digest, absorb and process each nourishing mind. And with the fat, that she'll burn away with a few days... Especially with having to maintain an exhausting illusion, on top of expelling a massive log of shit outside human society.
 
Like so many of her previous morsels. Nobody will bat an eye, over his disappearance. And more than that... She can feel all the absorbed memories, already sit within her mental archived of previous 'trophies', that add more weight to her existence.
 
Who knew, devouring helpless students, was good for her grades. Thought Zia maliciously, as she jotted down new ideas, for her future projects. From all the absorbed life lessons from her past feasts. While thinking, on how to do it in a way, to not be suspiciously like plagerism, from an already 'disappeared' student.
 
Who knew, it was always good, to eat her nourishment? My, she could make a career, devouring the top talent of schools, if she pursued education, were her stray thoughts.
 
Then again, art was another delicacy, she was meaning to indulge in. Thought Zia, as her ravenous mind, quivered in excitement for more memories. In planning over whom her next meal would be, as she rubbed her psionically hidden tribal markings, that marked her status among predatory psionic, shapeshifting foxes...