The rain continues to fall down on to the dark city. The streets empty of life, with only a few lights illuminating the darkness. One light flickered in a dim alley way from a hollow drum barrel with a flame with in. The nearby dumpster flowed with water gathered by rain of its slopped lid. Beside the dumpster was humanoid figure crouched against building wall behind itself with mongoose like features and orange fur covering its body. The female bodied creature held its arms around its chest and breast while her blond hair drooped in front of her sad face. Her green eye peered at a massive round orange flesh that rested in front of her between her legs that was her stomach. Though most of the creatures body was protect from the rain by the building and dumpster, her stomach was far too large for her to tuck it away from the rain causing the large sphere to be soaked by water. Though her fur was soaked, she was close enough to the fire to cancel most of the cold that came from the rain.

Her stomach did not grow from a mass of normal food, but rather from another being much like her yet different. The mongoose was by nature, a predator, a carnivore, a being that feasted on flesh. The being with in her was a prey, an herbivore to be more precise. A being that ate nothing but plants for a diet. With such a successful meal tucked away inside after days of stalking her prey, one would think the predator would be joyful and satisfied, but the pained look upon the mongooses face said otherwise. She devoured her prey several minutes ago. She had waited all that time patiently till her prey had weakened from its struggles. She knew her prey was mere moments away from drifting to a deep sleep upon which he’d never awaken. With a sigh and a groan of her stomach, she began to speak.

“My name is Irean…” she said as she released one of her hands to idly rub her belly. “You know me as the one who devoured you. You may hate me…you have every right too…but I wish for you to know that I do not enjoy this.” She felt a bit of pressure pressed against a stomach wall from the prey inside. “I’m sure what I feel about this situation does not matter. I promise you though, I think of you…of all your kind not as food but as people like me. If we lived in a perfect, I would have never devoured you in the first place and feasted on Neonimal flesh instead for every day of my life…” She glanced over at the graphettie on the dumpster that read “Preds must die”. She tightened her jaw and gripped her belly before looking back down. “…but we do not and in order for me to live, you have to die.”
Irean could hear sobbing with in her. Such actions made the mongooses heart break and have a desperate want to spit out her meal and leave them alone forever, but she knew well she couldn’t. She continued to rub her belly as her belly began to churn. “You will not be forgotten. I shall remember you, preserve your identity and your face forever in my mind along with the rest of those who’ve met there ill fate to me.My stomach is a graveyard but my mind is a tombstone.”

The prey with in her grew quiet but she knew he was still alive. “Steven Ergo, born on May, 22, 5245 and at an age of twenty five. You had several hobbies and loved to chat with your sister through mail…I’ll be sure to send her a tulip, her favorite I believe, and a farewell card to her from you…do not worry, I will not touch her. You and her will suffer enough from this as it is.” Her belly groaned loudly, anxious to digest the large meal. “I stalked you for days not to find the right moment to end you, but to gather enough knowledge to know your life… to know how you lived. I know it is only a fraction but I can only hold so much about each person in my mind. I just want you to know though…before you go…I’m sorry I’ve done this to you…” She leaned down and kissed her belly before whispering, “You will not be forgotten…”

Assuming her original position, she could feel her preys body began to slowly slip away in to death before fully passing out. Her belly flooded with acids to begin to break down the meat inside her. “I envy you herbivores.” She muttered as her large belly sloshed and gurgled. “The pain of death is harsh, yes, but actually cause it yourself just so you can have your daily bread is worse than anyone can imagine…” She closed her eyes for a moment, not daring to enjoy the fullness of her belly, and instead engraved Stevens life in to her brain, along with several dozen others she had done in the past. She shed a small tear knowing she took such things away from them but opened her eyes knowing that when Stevens body was finished, she would repeat the cycle once more with another being she targeted. It would continue on till something changed or until she died.

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This was a picture done by  dr_deadman long ago. It is based upon an old story that there are three races of animal creatures (herbivores (preys), carnivores (preds), and omnivores) that lived in one city. Its based on the old vore concept of a Pred Prey society only that the preys have supreme command over the city and the preds live in slums and are hunted themselves. Irean her self is an odd pred for while she does eat others, she feels extremely bad about it. Enough that she tries to preserve as much about there lives in her head, no matter how good or bad it may be. May become a story later in the future but for now enjoy just a taste of what might become....also wet fur is a bitch to do!

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Line art  dr_deadman
Coloring, character, concept and idea are all mine