New Disciplinary Methods

Warning. This story contains unwilling sexual relationships and may be unpleasant to some. This isn't really my style and by no means it is something I enjoy or condone - it was just a commission.

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Milly shook her head, the delicate tips of her ears lightly tipping, as she finished re-reading the document she had been sent by the student council for what felt like the hundredth time. Milly could scarcely bring herself to believe that such a project had not only been approved by the school, but was titled as "effective immediately".

Her utter disbelief and dissatisfaction cast aside, however, there was very little the small, puny bunny girl could realistically do to change it. Milly let out a wistful sigh, running her carefully manicured digits - she had tried to fit in with the latest fashion trends, with little success and a lot of pain - over the gray-brown fur atop her head.

Her mind was currently in turmoil over the implications the contents of the "New Disciplinary Methods" document entailed. It wasn't that she didn't apply herself enough to school - her progress was simply hampered by her circumstances that were simply outside of her control.

Being a bunny girl meant that not only did she have a smaller attention span - a consequence of her species having spent thousands of years looking over their shoulders in search of danger - but it also meant that there were always an opportunistic pair of eyes watching her as she made her way to and from school.

And then, there was the school itself. Up until now, it had been her favorite of places. Not only was it removed from the chaotic ruckus of her dormitory - which she had to share with a particularly moody opossum boy, a stubborn donkey girl and a loud parakeet girl with high hopes of becoming a singer - but it was also a haven of sorts.

Predation, in all of its forms, had been prohibited by law within school grounds, preventing even the hungriest integrants of the pedagogical team or the student body and council from engaging on it, at least publicly. Now? It was not only permitted, but also encouraged.

School was no longer haven. It was simply the outside world, the one as the cottontail bunny girl knew and loathed, but also attached with all the regulations and expectations that came from being what it was: necessary. She couldn't really flee from school the way she would from the rest of her problems.

And now, as she sat atop her bed, clutching the sides of her laptop with trembling, furry hands, she looked towards the little clock on the inferior right side of her screen. She gulped hard, knowing that, if she didn't get a move on, she would be nearly late for Mr Byrne' class.

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Sidney couldn't help but to smile broadly at her reflection as she fixed her make-up with the help of the small mirror she had placed on her locker. While most of the people around her weren't worth Sidney's attention, she couldn't help but to overhear some of the conversations going on - especially with her sharp, fox ears.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," said a hedgehog girl, standing some fifteen feet away from Sidney, to her lynx friend in hushed tones. "... New disciplinary methods..."

"... Can you believe that?" Sidney's red-furred ears twitched as she changed the focus of her attention. "... Effective immediately!" went a fearful buck to a group of does.

"... This won't stand," said a cynic salamander to an uninterested mandrill, the latter being on Sidney's left side. "There's no way the teachers will allow such a thing."

"You're dumb, or what?" Sidney asked, loudly closing her locker door and turning to look at the confused expression on the salamander's face. "They allowed it already."

There was no small amount of pride on the vixen's voice as she stared down the salamander. Sidney was, after all, a part of the group who had written the proposal. She had been a part of the meetings where the document was drafted, and she knew that the boy's face on the protection of the teachers was unfounded.

Sidney didn't give the salamander boy a chance to come up with a half-ass answer. She simply up and left, relishing on the hushed giggles she heard from the others, who certainly watched her stride across the hallway. It was time for class, and while Sidney wasn't worried about some hungry teacher, she had a reputation to look after.

"Good morning, Sidney," said the Math teacher, barely looking up from his computer screen as the vixen made her way into his classroom.

This was yet another of the perks that came from being a member of the student council. Sure, the meetings were boring, she was expected to behave her best, and the dressing codes were just... Ugh. But everywhere she went, people knew her. Not only that, but they spoke about her before she came - she felt respected, and powerful.

"Morning, Mr. Byrne," Sidney answered half-heartedly as she made her way to one of the front desks in the classroom and took her place.

Slowly, as the minutes tickled by, the classroom began to fill out. A literal menagerie of different anthropomorphic animals made their way inside and took their places while the vixen idly filed her claws to a fine, sharp point. Sidney raised her hand in front of her face, just as Mr. Byrne got up from his seat to close the door.

"Wait!" A bunny girl made her way through, stopping to catch her breath in front of the bemused looking fox as she went, "I'm... I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Byrne."

"Hm..." The fox said, looking down to his wrist to check his watch. "Well, you made it in the last possible second, as always, Ms. Turner. Go get your seat."

The bunny girl blurted out a hundred and one apologies before she finally decided to turn around and walk towards her seat. The route she had chosen, however, had her going directly past Sidney's desk. The vixen, not one to pass down an opportunity of antagonizing her childhood "friend", stuck out one of her feet as the girl passed.

If Milly did indeed possess all of her species' heightened senses and agility, she certainly didn't make use of them as she passed by the aisle of school desks. Her foot caught on the vixen's and, before she could do anything to help it, she felt air rushing past her floppy ears as she plummeted face-first into the floor.

All thirty-odd sets of eyes turned towards the scene at once, and a ruckus laughter burst through several of the students' lips, developing into a crescendo as the most shy were spurred on by the others. Sidney's attentive hearing could tell that nearly all of the people within the classroom were laughing at what she had done. Except for...

Except for Mr. Byrne, who killed the rampant laughter by cleaning his throat out loud and moving to where the bunny girl was lying down on the floor in a daze. He reached out a hand and helped her back to her feet, an action which earned the teacher a meek, "Thank you," from Milly.

Sidney had already turned back to the front of the classroom, trying her best not to look too content with her actions, which is why she didn't see Mr. Byrne's hand as he reached for her arm. The vixen looked up at the fox with an incredulous expression, but the teacher paid her no heed as he roughly pulled her to her feet.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sidney nearly screamed at the teacher as she was forcefully led towards the front of the classroom. "It was just an accident!"

"What was an accident, Ms. Powell?" Mr. Byrne asked, finally letting go of Sidney's arm. "You making your classmate fall, or the fact that you have been caught?"

"I didn't trip her on...-" Sidney blurted out, having lost her usual composure from being treated so roughly by a teacher. "I mean... How was I to know she would fall?"

Mr. Byrne massaged his snout and shook his head, letting out a soft sigh. Sidney took that opportunity to look to the classroom - all of her classmates' eyes were now on her, including those of one particular bunny girl. Spurred on by the attention she was getting, the vixen decided to try another approach.

"Please, Mr. Byrne," Sidney pleaded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "It was just an accident. Of course I didn't mean for Milly to fall."

The teacher apparently made his mind, and it wasn't one that the vixen would like - if the unnerving, toothy smile he gave Sidney was any indication. With a feeling of dread coiling up within her chest, Sidney couldn't help but to look towards her classmates for some sort of support.

What she found there was, to her dismay, a different sort of interest. One that indicated how screwed she truly was.

"Unfortunately, Ms. Powell, my hands are tied. I'm sure you are familiar with the new disciplinary methods made available to all students this morning, no?"

Mr. Byrne punctuated his statement by reaching out towards Sidney's blouse and ripping it open with one of his sharp, retractable claws. Sidney felt her blood run cold in her veins. With a yelp of surprise, the vixen raised both of her arms to cup and shield her soft, medium-sized breasts from her classmates' view.

"What the hel-" She tried to scream, but was quickly silenced by Mr. Byrne, via being forced against the wall by a hand to her throat.

"Shh." Mr. Byrne said, raising his free hand to his lips. "Henceforth, school faculty is allowed to perform whatever disciplinary measures they deem necessary in lieu of a detention class." The fox explained to the few who didn't read the memo.

Sidney's eyes went wide, and she could feel her heartbeat plummeting in her chest. She knew what the teacher meant and, as she saw the fox pulling the belt-held rim of his pants down, revealing the now pulsating tip of his cock, pink sheath peeled back as his erection grew, she knew there was no mistaking his intentions.

"Including, but not limited to consuming, indefinitely tying up, or having forced sexual intercourse with." Another swift movement from the fox's claws, and the vixen's skirt was also torn away from her, revealing her body for all of the classroom to see.

"This can't - you can't do this to me!" Sidney gasped as Mr. Byrne turned her around and forced her down onto his table, exposing her peachy, orange-furred rear instead.

"I can assure you that I can, and that I most certainly will, Ms. Powell," the fox whispered in the vixen's ears as he leaned over her.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all of those who intend to disrupt my classes from here on." The teacher said, turning back to look at the classroom to get his point across.

"No leniency," was the message his eyes passed on. He brought the moist tip of his fully erected shaft up to the entrance of Sidney's tightly clenched sex. It dangled just above her tight slit for a few seconds, before Mr. Byrne plunged his manhood directly into her body, completely ignoring the resistance it presented.

A loud whine of despair escaped the vixen's lips as the teacher picked up a pace, the sensitive walls of her narrow vagina stretched by Mr. Byrne's rock-hard cock. The older fox mercilessly grinded his hips against the younger vixen's body, his muffled grunts of exertion being the only sound heard across the classroom.

Milly watched, her eyes wide in disbelief as she watched the teacher who had just gently helped her up, not a few seconds ago, moving his thighs back and forth against the vixen's backside. Disgusted by what she saw, the bunny girl looked around the classroom, only to find that few of her classmates shared her concerns.

The other students had their eyes glued to the scene unfurling in front of them, sitting on the edge of their seats, and even those as disgusted as Milly were either unable or unwilling to look away. Few of them seemed to actually enjoy it, but none of them made any movement to try and stop such blatant aggression.
The bunny girl wanted to do something. While she knew the teacher to be right, according to the document she read that very morning, the lengths he went to seemed far too extreme. And in spite of that, the feeling of wrongness coiling deep within her furry chest did nothing to stop her eyes from trailing back to the scene.

Sidney struggled with all her might at the beginning. Her strength slowly left her as time went on and Mr. Byrne's assault did not subside, however. Groans of pain turned softer as her energy left her, turning closer to what the class would surely describe as a moan when the tale of Sidney's raping, the vixen, was passed on.

"P-... Please, some... Someone. Someone help me!" Sidney had tried everything in her power, but she simply could not win against the older fox's overpowering strength.

In the end, the proud vixen - a member of the student council, no less - was reduced to begging for help in hopes of easing her suffering, even when, deep inside, she knew no one would come to her aid. How, and why would they? All they would probably earn by doing so was another go from the teacher, or maybe even worse.

Sidney's pleas developed into a miserable squeal when Mr. Byrne reached for one of her arms. The fox pinned it to her back as he started pumping in and out of her pussy in a rough, breathless pace, noticing how her insides started to shudder occasionally around his shaft.

"Good," the teacher thought, as he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge as well.

Finally, Mr. Byrne clenched his teeth and tossed back his head, eyes clenched shut as he stifled a groan and shot ropes of hot, virile semen deeply into the vixen. Sidney shuddered, her sex clenching around Mr. Byrne's retracting manhood. As the teacher finally let go, Sidney fell on a shivering, crying heap on the ground.

"Alright, class," Mr. Byrne declared, already pulling his pants up, as if nothing had happened. "I will need two volunteers to take Ms. Powell here to the nursery."

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"Thank you for your help, Ms. Turner," said the nurse, a lanky ocelot with a beautiful, spotted fur, as she put the shivering vixen into a gurney. "This will be all. We wouldn't want you to be late to your next class, would we? Especially with these new disciplinary methods in place..."

The nurse gave the petite bunny girl a once over that made Milly shiver as she stood there, alone with the ocelot. There was a hunger of a different kind than the one expressed by a fox to a vixen on that look. Even though the bunny girl knew there was nothing the nurse could officially do to her, she still took a cautious step back.

The thousands upon thousands of years of evolution, coded deeply into the bunny girl's bones, all screamed at Milly to back away and simply leave the vixen to her fate. But still, there was a little part of her, coiled deeply within her chest, that made her think twice about simply leaving the vixen to whatever grim fate awaited her.

"What will happen to her now?" Milly asked, raising her fearful gaze to meet the nurse's.

The ocelot gave the bunny girl an exasperated sigh as she shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. Without a word, the nurse started walking towards Milly. The bunny girl backed away in fear, averting her eyes and raising her arms in a defensive manner - for all the little good that would do her.

"What part of what I just said you didn't understand, Ms. Turner?" The ocelot asked after simply giving the bunny's nose a flick of her finger. "Out with you!"

That did the trick.

The ocelot's raised tone caused undiluted fear to course through her veins, and the bunny girl scampered away from the predator's presence, her heart hammering in her chest as she ran down the hallways. Milly stopped to catch her breath and checking the ticking clock on the wall, realized how late she was to the next class.

In the end, the nurse had done her a favor, Milly thought, reuniting her strength as she made her way back to Mr. Byrne's classroom to gather her belongings before setting out on her way to her next class. The teacher sat at his desk, going over some of the day's activities, and barely spared a glance towards the bunny girl.

Milly didn't really want to spend too much in an enclosed space with the fox after what he had done, so she made her way out quickly. She had little to no time to think about it as she sprinted through the hallways, but the change in regulations had brought out a side of Mr. Byrne that she would have never guessed existed.

True, he was a fox, but an old one, and he had been giving them classes for a long, long time. He had always been nothing but patient, even when the students went past the limits in his classroom. For him to punish one of his students over such a small infraction, and in such a harsh, unforgiving way...

It truly did make Milly shiver at what else the other teachers could come to do from that point forward. And as she stopped in front of the closed doors to her next class: dreaded biology, by Ms. Williams, the recent addition to the pedagogical team, the bunny girl knew she was in trouble.

Ms. Williams had earned her place among one of the most rigid biology teachers. Her methods were effective, sure. There was no denying the grades that her classes received after she took charge, but a few incidents had occurred. Some of her most problematic students had the habit of never showing up at school again.

While the issue went unanswered, as it happened outside of school grounds, it did leading up to no small amount of rumors in the student body that the new Ms. Williams had a more hands-on approach to dealing with troublemakers. As a result, even the most problematic students knew to behave when in her classroom.

Despite what the fear she felt of the mention of the new teacher's name came to inspire in the hearts of her fellow students, Milly had never felt that way, for the predator teacher had never shown her anything other than understanding and support of her troubles outside of school.

Call it madness, or an ineptitude in the natural selection - or maybe a very clever predator and a very unwise prey - but the bunny girl felt the safest when she had one of Ms. Williams classes. Some people mockingly called her a teacher's pet, but what could they truly do? Everyone was afraid of Ms. Williams.

There was no amount of rapport that could silence the little voice screaming inside Milly's head, however. It was the voice of instinct, telling her not to trust a creature she had evolved to avoid. Still, there she stood, late for class, after the teachers had been given permission to deal with students in any way that pleased them.

The bunny girl took a deep breath, trying and failing to calm her rapid beating heart as she raised a hand and knocked on the wood of the door. Ms. Williams' barely audible voice she could hear from the inside of the classroom ceased completely, and she could now only distinguish a few steps coming towards the door.

This would be it.

"Ms. Turner," said Ms. Williams, with a finality to her tone as she crossed her arms and looked down at Milly. "You're late."

Ms. Williams was a tall and imposing leopard woman. Her coat was similar to that of the ocelot nurse in their spots, and she, too, had a beautiful, feminine figure. She was bulky where the ocelot was gaunt, however, with stringy muscles laying underneath her fur and showing up time and again when she moved too quickly.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Williams, I..." Milly gulped hard, trying to structure her thoughts into passably cohesive words as the leopard watched.
"Sidney, she... Ms. Powell, I mean... Mr. Byrne applied disciplinary measures on her and..." Milly's speech was cut by a sigh from the leopard.

"You had to accompany her to the infirmary, I take it?" The bunny girl looked up and, unexpectedly, found a rather concerning smile on her teacher's face.

"That's alright. I'm willing to overlook your lateness, just this once."

"Oh, thank you so much, Ms. Williams! I promise it won't ever happen again!" Milly blurted out, hurrying up to pass by the leopard and enter her classroom.

A clawed hand, coming right in front of her face, made her stop.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Ms. Turner?" Ms. Williams asked in a gentle tone. "Today's the deadline for delivery of the grade recovery I gave you. Where is it?"

Milly froze, her heart skipping a beat - the realization of just how much she had screwed up made a strange shiver run down her spine. She looked up, shaking, her grip tightening around the backpack she shouldered, as if it could protect her from her teacher's wrath.

While Milly had always applied herself to her studies, this year had been particularly hard on her. The bunny girl's dwindling grades were already a topic of concern for most of her teachers, who had called in to check on her, though her development in Biology was particularly outrageous.

There was only so much she could grasp while handling all of the outside stress from predation and part-time jobs she had to work to pay for her her shared dorm. Ms. Williams, despite the rumors around her, had been awfully understanding of the bunny girl's plea, and had given her this project in order to help her recover.

A project... She had forgotten atop her bedside table, having only gathered enough time to finish it the day before the deadline. Milly softly shook her head and gave an instinctive step back, which was met with a swish of Ms. Williams' tail and a disapproving look from the leopard.

"I put so much hope that you'd take this one last chance, Ms. Turner," Ms. Williams said, further contributing to Milly's mounting fear. Her tone was... Final.

As if things were said and done, and there was nothing left to be discussed. Only consequences to be applied. Milly did try to raise her voice, to reason with the teacher and ask for another chance, but a sharp glance from her teacher silenced her.
And truly, what right to ask for that?

Ms. Williams went out of her way to help her, and Milly failed her. It was rather black on white, when she stopped to think about it. "I'm... Sorry, Ms. Williams."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, I'm afraid." Ms. Williams gave a disappointed glare to the bunny girl, tapping a clawed digit against her own furry cheek.

Before Milly could dig down a hole and hide herself - both figuratively and literally - Ms. Williams clapped her hands in something akin to... Excitement? The sudden movement startled the bunny girl, who nearly turned around and ran - as much of a mistake as that would have been.

"I know exactly what to do with you." Before Milly could react, she was pulled towards the classroom, and she had no choice but to follow Ms. Williams' lead.

She was thrust to the middle of the classroom, thirty-odd pair of eyes now fixed upon her shivering frame as Ms. Williams closed the door and walked over to her. Milly stood there, as still as she could, in hopes that she could possibly fade into the background and be forgotten by her teacher.

"Well, class, we've had a change of plans for today," the leopard said, standing directly behind Milly and unwittingly dismissing all of the bunny girl's silent pleas.

Despite her mighty efforts, her entire form vibrated ever so slightly, betraying the endless well of fear she struggled so hard to contain. A grim realization set upon her then, as she noticed the way her classmates were looking at her: the very same way they had looked on as Sidney was raped. Milly gulped hard.

"Ms. Turner, here, was asked to present to the class a special assignment, in order to increase her grades."

The classroom stayed silent, though their eyes were now focused on Ms. Williams, not the bunny - who didn't know whether to feel thankful, or to feel even more fearful, for no one of her classmates would raise a finger to stop what was about to happen.

"Do any of you see a project in her hands?" The leopard asked, only extending Milly's suffering.

Of course she wouldn't be as Mr. Byrne - quick and to the point, no matter how forceful. She would play with her first, like Milly's mother had warned her cats were fond of doing. Once again, the silence came, and it went on for what felt like an eternity, an already harrowing experience undercut by the torture of wait.

"No, teacher," answered a male's voice, sounding rather subsided.

The sound made Milly's the tall tips of her ears twitch slightly, before she started looking around the classroom for the one who had uttered these words. When she found him, he averted his gaze from hers, but there was no denying it. Her roommate.

"Thank you, Mr. Stewart. Your answer is correct," the leopard congratulated the opossum, who didn't seem the least pleased with being correct in this case.

"Well, with the event of the approval of the new disciplinary methods by the school council, I know exactly what to do with Ms. Turner, here."

This would be it.

"We've spoken about the digestive system for a while now, so, I expect all of you to be familiar with it." The teacher started, as if she had been giving a simple lesson.

"Since Ms. Turner has failed to present a project for the class to study, I will have her perform a live demonstration of a predator's digestive system. Mine."

Milly had thus far kept her fear and apprehension to herself, choosing to dutifully bear her burden without a single word of complaint. Yet, as the moment of truth approached, and she felt Ms. Williams' clawed hand on her shoulder, instructing her to turn around, her lips began to tremble.

Tears could be seen glistening on her eyes, and she began shifting in place, the once imperceptive shaking of her body becoming clear for all of her classmates to see - and hear, as the well of conflicting emotions that she had so dutifully kept hidden over the years finally overflowed, her breaths becoming pained, drawn-out wheezes.

Seeing Ms. Williams' quickly approaching face, Milly closed her eyes, concerned of what would come next. A hot, humid breath washed over her face, thick with the scent of meat, before a coarse, wet surface lapped against the side of the bunny girl's neck, all the way up to her ear, leaving a trail of saliva up the side of Milly's face.

Without further warning, Ms. Williams' grabbed her student's shoulders. Milly futile attempts at resistance were ineffective and, soon, her vision was then filled with darkness. Soft, fleshy, wet darkness... The leopard teacher had opened her mouth wide, and easily forced her student-turned-prey's head into the confines of her jaws.

Milly tried to cry out, then, but her protests became muffled as soon as the leopard's lips stretched over the top of her head. A powerful, rippling, constricting Grllkkk tugged Milly deeper into the leopard's body, the unrelenting throat muscles squeezing painfully at her head.
The teacher, without wasting any time, prepared to swallow the bunny girl's shoulders and upper torso. Despite her inaction during the first part of the process, Milly was far from a willing subject; she kicked her powerful bunny legs frantically, trying to get some sort of leverage to pull herself out.

Too little. Too late.

Under normal circumstances, Ms. Williams would have never done such a thing - not in public, at least. No, such a treatment she reserved to a private setting. The rumors about the disappearances were not unfounded, and many a kicking set of legs had already made their way down, past her hungry lips, just as Milly's did now.

Yet, despite all the experience she had had in the past, it was different to do it so freely, without a care in the world. And all of those other students, they were forced to sit there and watch. The power she felt, combined with the exquisite taste she got from the bunny girl half-way through her gullet, made for one hell of a meal.

Warmth. So much warmth. Milly's head and upper body traveled deeper and deeper into the leopard's body. The bunny girl would have grimaced, if she could, as she felt her face press against a hard, muscled ring. Surely, this must be the stomach sphincter... One more swallow, and she'd enter her teacher's belly.

Despite all of the adrenaline coursing through her veins at that moment, and the loud pumping of her heart against her skin in a last-ditch effort to survive, it all felt... Useless. There was no way in hell she was going to escape or survive this, and reality was starting to become awfully material in front of her eyes.

Her teacher wasn't being gentle or easy on her, either. While those rows of sharp, carnivorous teeth hadn't been used directly on her, Milly's constant thrashes and squirms earned her more than a few scratches right in her skin. She whined, but the pitiful vocalizations she produced couldn't be heard outside of her teacher's body.

A sound echoed from even deeper inside the leopard only served to rub salt in her metaphorical wound, a teaser of what was to come: Guuurrrglllee... Milly felt herself being tugged even deeper, as if she were being pulled by a rope attached to a particularly powerful truck.

It would have been interesting, really, had her life not been attached to the other end of said rope, and had she not been in the process of being devoured in front of an entire class. Ms. Williams' whole body tensed up as she swallowed again, and again, Milly quickly being reduced to a bulge in a predator's throat.

Milly's head, after a particularly harsh constriction of her teacher's throat muscles, was shoved through the sphincter and, for a second, she experienced free space. The bunny girl wiggled around, trying to get a better look at her new environment, but it was all for naught - the complete absence of light made the cavern pitch black.

The air wasn't slightly uncomfortably warm, as it had been for most of her trip down esophagus lane - it was hot, like a preheated oven. Like entering a sauna after a particularly hot summer day. Like jumping straight from a frying pan and into the fires below.

She took a deep breath and, immediately, regretted that she did. The air, that felt so humid and thick she thought she could swim in it, burned. It entered her lungs and caused a gasp of pain to leave her lips, forcing her to take in more air, repeating the cycle.

Pulsating walls pressed her from all angles, eager to get all of her in so that they could do their work - to break her down into nutrients, that was. And it was all going to get worse from there, the bunny girl came to realize, as all of her surroundings felt wet and warm and tight.

The leopard slipped Milly's shoes off her feet and tossed them aside, closing her lips around the bunny girl's feet and taking one final gulp. Gllrrkk... And with that, Milly was completely sealed inside the leopard's digestive tract, distending her otherwise flat abdomen into a fleshy, taut and furry orb.

Milly's head was forced downwards to make room for the rest of her body, currently taking up all of the limited space within the hellish chamber. Her face was rubbed against the contents residing in the bottom of the stomach - probably the leopard's lunch - all bitter acid and rancid meat. A prelude to what she would become.

And then it was done. The teacher felt the bunny girl lightly squirming within the hot confines of her taut belly, likely searching for some semblance of a comfortable position. There was none to be found. The new weight gradually settled in her stomach, and the leopard calmly stroked Milly's form through her distended gut.

It didn't take long for the struggles to commence again in earnest. No amount of self-restraint could keep one still when the acids started to burn, and asphyxiation never came soon enough. The leopard teacher smiled greedily as she stared at her classroom, feeling as her stomach's contents gave their first little spasms.

"I hope you appreciated Milly's hard work." The statement was punctuated by a slap to her gut as the teacher went to fetch her book. "Now, where were we?"