Dining in the Lylat System

Rat Trap (Part 2)

DINING IN THE LYLAT SYSTEM

Episode 8: RAT TRAP (PART 2)

Written by: TIM MINK-EAR

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"Feeder's log, addendum. Krystal and I found ourselves cooling our heels in a dreary jail. Our captor promised to eat us, then waddled off to ransack the Great Fox. I had just sent out a call for distress on an old bounty hunter frequency. We waited, helpless and nearly hopeless."

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Otto the owl headed for the communications room. The whole place was grey, dingy, and gritty. He and the porky rat Veronica lived out of an abandoned prison on the planet Zoness, formerly in use by Andross' forces during the Lylat Wars. With his technical know-how and the prison's makeshift hydroelectric power generator, they had just enough to run a vore operation. The lights stayed on, but they flickered.

Otto entered a room full of dusty control panels and chairs with ratty cushions. After adjusting the big glasses on his small beak, he typed on a panel. He lowered the signal jammer and ordered a space pizza, then waited at the communications panel in his chair.

He couldn't turn his thoughts from Krystal. He had just witnessed her eat without abandon; five days' worth of Nutrient Paste, down her gullet in a matter of minutes. Her stomach handled its dense, filling cargo with such grace, filling out before his eyes. She had a knack for gluttony. He wondered how her stomach felt to touch. It must have been packed so hard and heavy. She asked him to rub his belly, and now he regretted turning her down. He imagined running his hands under her lap-smothering gut. It looked so round, it was a sheer wrecking ball of a stomach. Would he be strong enough to lift it? Maybe he could hoist it up with her help. And under her belly...

A buzzer shook him from his daydream. The space pizza. A voice came through the panel, scratchy. "Pizza for Bob! Are you uh... Bob?"

He slapped a button on the communications panel, which showed him an external camera on a monitor. It looked down on the front courtyard. The view was full of brown-black dirt without a hint of plant life. Not much of anything grew on Zoness. The camera's video feed was fuzzy, but he could make out the delivery person just outside the front gate. Their spacecraft wasn't in view. Otto clutched a nearby microphone and said sternly, "Leave the space pizza." He'd already paid for the delivery with Fox's credits.

The person outside complied; they placed the space pizza box down, slid it under the gate, and walked out of view. A pink tail trailed behind them.

Shortly, Otto made his way outside and to the courtyard gate. He looked around past the gate, saw nothing of interest, picked up the pizza box, and turned back to walk inside.

At that moment, he came face to face with a pink-furred cat. Otto just about jumped out of his feathers. "Where did you come from?" he said.

She had deep purple eyes and a tuft of white hair between her ears. Her bright pink fur struck a stark contrast against the gloomy clouds of Zoness and the grungy walls of the prison. She wore skin-tight leather over her body, complete with leather boots. Every contour of her figure was visible. Her breasts formed massive jugs, and her hips were two feet wide, complemented by thick, fatty thighs. Her waist tapered sharply inwards above her hips, and you'd be forgiven for not noticing her potbelly, a pooch of stomach fat resting in the shade of her boobs.

"Where's my tip?" she asked, advancing towards Otto. Her breasts jiggled just a bit with each step, and her hips swayed above her rubbing thighs.

"I tipped like 10 percent," Otto said, backing towards the gate.

The cat caught up to Otto. His back was against the bars of the gate, and she grabbed bars on either side of him. In shock, he dropped the pizza box to the ground. She leaned forward, and her soft breasts were so large that they pushed against his chest and pinned him against the gate.