"Fia, are you sure about this..?" asks a reluctant Rolla, gazing into the open mouth of her friend. The 9-year-old prey princess is always eager to help those she cares about, even trusting preds without hesitation, but this does seem a little... wrong.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," replies Ruffian, overshadowing her younger friend with her tiger taur body and her human upper half with only a rag wrapped around her under-developed breasts. "I'm just going to put your head in my mouth to see if I can yet. I'll pull your head out right after, swear it. I just gotta find out if I can do it; I won't be a real pred until I can eat someone with my human parts, not just my tiger parts." Fia's brothers have given her more than enough flak over her inability to swallow prey in the few occasions that have arisen for her to try.

"O-Okay..." Rolla uses her ancestral magic to conjure a chair to sit on with a nice, cushy seat through a gesture of one arm behind her. She places her tiara over the backrest. May as well make herself comfortable for what's about to happen.

Ruffian grips the armrests of the chair with her feline forepaws as she leans down toward Rolla. Her human arms grab the princess's head, her earrings and necklace not removed. Fia guides the younger girl's muzzle into her mouth and presses forward.

GLLK

It's a weird sensation to have her mouth so full; Rolla's wet nose is nuzzling the back of her throat. She's never gotten further than this in her attempts at injesting what prey she could convince to let her try. Rolla's vision is entirely dominated by the upper half of her friend's face, which has a few flakes of dirt across it from her life as a farmgirl despite being recently washed.

GULPHF

In an instant, the princess's vision goes dark, her view only of the soft flesh of Fia's maw as illuminated by the tiny bits of daylight that sneak in around her head. Her muzzle is being forced at a downward angle into Fia's gullet, and her head has been completely enveloped.

The taur shifts her grip to Rolla's shoulders, her human body hunched over the chair to get Rolla in her mouth with the slightly upward position her tiger half has taken to get a grip on it.

She's done it, she's really done it. A feeling of pride surges through Fia as she feels her friend's muzzle poking into her throat. She can rest easy now, except... how far can she really go, she wonders.

"Mmm-" Rolla tries to ask when her friend is going to release her, but her maw certainly can't open in its current position. Ruffian, meanwhile, has other plans.

ULPH-

Fitting a prey's head into their maw is a rite of passage for preds, a show of their growth and development. Getting past the shoulders, though, is less formally considered to be the true hurdle between a developing young pred and their first full prey. Fia's excitement grows as she manages the feat on her first try. 

For the young peasant girl who spends so much of her time toiling in the fields and listening to her brothers brag about the prey they've managed, such an exciting and fulfilling experience is almost like a dream. She knows she should stop and let Rolla go; she's her dear friend and furthermore heir to the throne of the entire kingdom. But that burning question calls to her still. Just how far can she go?

GULK

Ruffian passes Rolla's flat, young chest, covered by one of her shorter but no less expensive outdoor dresses. By now, the child princess is thoroughly concerned. Surely her friend wouldn't really eat her, but then, this is far beyond anything she agreed to. Just as she's considering using her magic to push Fia away...

GULP

The tiger taur swallows up to Rolla's waist. Her body stretches well beyond anything she's experienced before to contain the princess. It was up in the air moments ago if Rolla could've wriggled her arms free to perform the gesture required for the spell, but now with her arms pulled in to the wrists in Fia's maw, there's no chance.

The princess begins to panic and struggle in Fia's grip, flailing her little legs and tail about as she's lifted from her seat by the pred she trusted. Some part of Ruffian understands what this means; her poor friend is terrified and desperate to escape. This is her last chance to release her, to brush it off as just wanting to test her limits and not realizing Rolla wasn't on board with it. She can stop now, or she can lose that plausible deniabiliy entirely. 

Another part of her, though, is reveling in it, and her meal's struggles- while they do make her more difficult to choke down- only excite her further. What will her brothers think when she brags that she not only had her first prey at a younger age than either of them, but she also got her down fighting?

GULP

Rolla's legs kick aimlessly in the air, only succeeding in knocking her tiara off of the back of her seat where she left it. They're soon pressed together as the little princess's upper half is forced to curl up in the first of Ruffian's two stomachs.

"Fia! Fia stop! I didn't agree to this!" her voice is high and shrill in her distress, and her words are quickly lost to uncontrolled shrieks, muffled by the tight walls of Ruffian's gut.

The tiger taur can hardly believe it as she feels her helpless friend trapped inside of her, each squirm causing her abdomen to shift and expand in ways she's never felt before, in ways that feel carnally satisfying. One more gulp is all it will take. Then her dear friend will be nothing but her lunch and whatever she decides to make her into.

SCHLLLLLRRRK GULP

The girl's vulpine legs disappear, becoming a brief bulge in Fia's throat before curling up with the rest of Rolla's body in her stomach. "P-Please! Fia! Lemme ou-"

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPH

Rolla's shrill cries are overwhelmed by a loud belch from Ruffian, who only looks down at her engorged gut and pats it with satisfaction. 

"Holy shit... I really did it... I ate my first prey!" Maybe Ruffian would consider an apology to her friend under any other circumstances, try to make it up to her, maybe even let her out, but here and now she's entirely caught up in the moment. Her family has always had a certain pride in being preds, and now it's a pride she can truly share. 

"I gotta tell my brothers!" Without another thought, Fia runs off from the conjured seat, her four legs thundering against the ground as she hurries for her home.  She leaves the displaced tiara lying in the dirt behind the chair.