Stay friendly; better of safe beside an Apex Predator?

Even if your apparent guide is warning you to stay away from her, least you end up being a potential meal to her predatory stomach, when a full moon is out? The way you see it, if she's claiming to be the biggest danger on campus. Then sticking by her should prevent you from being churned, swallowed or digested by anyone else in this pred-fueled campus, even with reformation tech being available.

If the price of that, is occasionally being digested by her werewolf instinct, or alter-ego? Then that's a risk you wouldn't mind at all. If anything, you might be able to befriend, if not maybe 'tame' that wolven side of hers as well, if you can somehow give it belly rubs.

"Even if I might do more than merely taste you. Possibly even absorb you, if my instincts get that possessive over you?" She growled, as you can't help but think of the sloshing that might be shrinking over time.

Oh, that. You know it to be a risk, not just if the reformation tech doesn't 'work', but if you end up waking as sapient fat. Objectively a worser fate post-digestion, unless you claim. It's with someone you love. Still, you shrug on your guide's growing concern. "Beats getting unwittingly churned by some popular celebrity, or bully. And 'sides, looks like you need a friend who'd stick by you, in spite of your own reputation." You bluffed, slightly. In not wanting to mention it's more to be under the aegis of her gut, instead of being churned by some stranger within a pred-filled school.

A statement that you swore, made Lyla's ears twitch a bit, as her eyes narrowed down on you. Before sighing in resignation, over your stalward gaze.

"Then I suppose we should stick together. Just, at least keep your doors closed by nighttime. And do me a favor and not let me know your address at least. I'd at least want to give you some time before my other side swallows you up."

-=-

Thus, awhile after classes finished, and you got led to the canteen. That apparently, one should not end up in the kitchen due to how the pregnant chef has occasional, predatory cravings. You had various discussions, from what your favorite hobbies were, such as video-games and movies, alongside {main_hobby}.

While Lyla. If it wasn't for occasional music, was more camping. And yes, eating. Live 'prey', that's a bit more satisfying for her morality, than the squirming . "I'd prefer to call myself a sapient vegitarian. If not for the fact that I need meat as a werewolf. Unlike the few other predators that can get away without eating any bone... Until you piss them off so hard, they'll churn you into fertilizer."

"Churn?" You couldn't help but think of how would vegans be predators in this high-school? To the amber eyed guide's howling laughter.

"They might digest you utterly, like any other predator. But unlike everyone else, they'd reject their natural biology to process your liquified remains down their guts. And instead, puke you out when your body is nothing more than liquified soup."

"They tend to pour said remains down plant soil, instead of immediately to the reform plant. Which makes them ironically, the sort of people to not provoke, if you value a chance of respawn without having grass for pubes, if you're lucky."

"Guessing reformation malfunctions happen here on a regular basis?" Lyla smirked maliciously on that.

"Not often, John. Though when they do happen, they occasionally churn out some good, miniature sex toys. Now those, tend to disappear in student's asses, dicks or pussies."

Eventually, you couldn't help but want to know what Lyla's wolven form is like, as you move towards doing what you can to help massage her still digesting belly. "A bit of a question. When you're ready, would you mind showing me-"

You heard a sigh from Lyla, as you can probably feel it's more fat than actual chyme, still stuck in her gut. "Well, I could... But I tend to be awfully hungry when I do so. And the last time I ate like that, I'm still processing *BUUUURP*, fab from the fat still lingering in my flesh. Thanks for the massage, John. It's... Soothing."

"Then at least you got this little John, to help sooth the grandma churning inside your got, big wolfette." The fact your predatory guide chuckled at that joke, is a score for you. Especially if going to help her with belly rubs, would give you a chance of surviving.

"Har har. And at the rate your pandering to my feelings. My predatory side might blow your house down." The fact she's occasionally licked your cheek, you kindly ignore. Probably a wolven form of kissing, given how dogs tend to do that to the humans they like.

"... If that's the case, he could have knocked, and I'd have seen on ordering a takeaway, if she's that fluffy a gal."

"You stupid? You let any wild wolf in, you're as good as dead meat..." Growled Lyla, whose 'maw' you can almost, imagine can swallow your head whole. Even if in human form.

"No thanks. I just want to get to know you personally. And, maybe your instinct as well, without being just food to you."

"Then do yourself a favor. And don't see me at nighttime." You can't help but be at edge, on how her wolf-like eyes narrowed on you.

"I thought it was a full moon Lyla?" You inquired. And not just nighttime, much to your guide's sigh.

"Especially, during a full moon. More so, with how your asking to be churned. Again, I hate processing the fat, every time I eat a human during the night."

"Honestly, babe. If I ended up being eaten out in this place, I'd rather be within you, than someone else."

"Are you sure? My... predatory side could be dangerous. I might even eat your parents up, little John."

"Well. If that happens, you owe me rent rights to your cottage, not house. In exchange for belly rubs." A comment that made your guide laugh a bit. Before she just sighed in resignment.

"Well, I hope your tongue can at least keep my feral side at bay if it comes to that, loverboy."

-=-

Eventually. Your first day ended after a tour of the future lecture room's you'd be attending (alongside advice on what not to do, to suffer a more digestive detention, by some suspicious teachers).

Though you managed to sit next to her during the bus-ride; Lyla was nervous enough to not want to follow you back home. Saying she doesn't want to become "familiar" with a promising snack, when it comes to her nightly cravings.

So now your back at your bedroom. Mother glad you made a relatable friend so soon. And it's a wonderful night outside, with a bright moon hanging overhead. Even as there's a louder than usual howl, echoing across the evening clouds. You can probably imagine it being the sound of Lyla, when she's at her feral form.

Probably in control. At least until the moon is full. In which case, you'll probably need to figure out what a wolf would like best, other than chewing on living beings like yourself. If you got that covered, then you'd feel even less threatened by her self-deprecating warning.

Then again, if the risk is being digested by her. As long as it's someone you know, and could love. Then maybe that isn't too bad a fate to suffer occasionally. Especially with the reformation tech as a lifeline to your continued existence. Post gut-food wise...

That was when you heard a howl downstairs. Alongside what you think was that of a scream. That after a quick descent, you looked outside to see...