“Ohmygod,” Amy blurted. “We're in trouble for eating Mr Davis!”

“We?” Christine replied. “Whose this 'we'? You're the one who ate him. You're the one being called to the counsellor's office.”

“Thanks,” Amy replied, treating Christine to a brutal look that, if directed at a boy or unlicensed girl would've told them that they'd better run – or make their peace with God.

Christine took a deep breath. “You can't possibly be in trouble for devouring Mr Davis. First of all you're a vore and he's a guy-”

“Well, he was a guy,” Amy broke in, cradling her distended tummy and gently caressing its squirming contents. “Now he's my dinner.”

Christine's look was both proud and satisfied. “Exactly,” she agreed. “You ate some food. What's wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Amy replied. “Not when it feels this good.”

For a moment, the predators shared an entirely understood and feminine smile.

“We'll get you someone on the way home,” Amy promised her friend. “And second?”

“Hmm?” Christine replied, gently patting her own belly and licking her lips.

“You said two things,” Amy reminded her.

“Oh yeah,” Christine said. “Second, you ate him like two minutes ago now. So how would they even know about it. Unless we're on camera or something-” she broke off, and both girls looked around the room. There wasn't any evidence of cameras, ceiling mounted or otherwise.

Christine waved to them anyway, and smiled.

“Come on,” Amy pulled her friend away. “Let's go see Miss de Anna.”

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“Mr Davis giving you any trouble?” Christine asked as they walked.

“Not at all,” Amy replied, a dreamy expression across her face, cradling her belly as she walked. “I mean, he's kicking and squirming about all over the place, but,” she blushed, “I kind of like it, you know?”

“Sure,” Christine replied. “Shows they value what you're taking away. I mean, what's a better gift: Platinum bracelet set with diamonds or a jelly-bean bangle?”

“Jelly-bean bangle,” Amy replied instantly. “You can eat them.”

Both girls giggled.

“But I get what you mean,” Amy continued. “So, strugglers are tastier, basically?”

“Yeah,” Christine agreed, “but then, it's kind of nice when they don't fight too. I mean, for them to recognise that you're basically a goddess and they're just food, that they deserve to be food and you deserve to eat them... it makes me pretty wet, actually, when they go willingly to their fate.”

“So you're a horny glutton, basically,” Amy said. It wasn't exactly a question.

Christine considered this for the very brief moment it deserved. “Yep,” she agreed. “Looking forward to joining me?”

“Hell yes,” Amy replied. One hand slid down under Mr Davis's tasty body, below the re-curve of her belly, and rubbed lightly across her mons. It was pleasantly relieving, though she was quite sure she'd either have to masturbate or get laid really quite soon.

She squelched, as she stirred her fingertip about her sopping panties down their, her skirt somewhat hiked. The immodesty of what she was doing hardly registered at all. Another vore, she was sure, would understand the need to relieve this feeling. Whereas if some man or unlicensed girl chose to comment on her public lewdness then she had a very hungry BFF to take care of them for her.

Taking care of each other. That's what friends did.