Fiana lay back with a sigh, as the form inside her stopped moving. She continued to rest her hand on her belly, feeling the shapes under the fur. She was so lucky. Building up her own business hadn't left much time for a social life. She'd always been expected to 'make something of herself', and it had turned out that boarding school and business school had made her into a buisiness vixen, and nothing else. The whole point had been to escape that, but it had been lost in the day to day struggle of getting her shop working.<br/><br/>Working for a souless, grey, mainly human employing conglomorate had been wearing, especially as she'd always had to hide her tastes from everyone she knew. She'd been fascinated by vore from her teenage years, from seeing 'true to life' nature documentaries about non-anthro predators and prey. It had been a shameful, dark secret, up there with the fact that she found both boys and girls equally interesting, well hidden from her parents, who were so straight laced, it was a wonder they could tie their own shoes. As for her co-workers, she was already under the double handicap of being female, and anthro.<br/><br/>Despite equality laws, she'd had to work extra hard just to stay even, or even a little behind her fellows, and someone discovering her at that time purely theoretical hobby would have been the death knell. Her flirting with vore had been limited to certain websites and fora, mostly lurking, and watching as others talked about the things she'd never had the nerve to do.<br/><br/>Babs had changed all that. Fiana had taken aerobics classes run by her, at the very superior sort of city gym that did exactly what any university or local sports centre would do, but had shinier rails, and fancy shampoo dispensers in the changing rooms, and charged three times the price. It was the sort of thing the person she was trying to be would do, so she did it. Being one of the few other anthros in the class they'd gotten talking, and the unselfconscious rabbit girl had quickly indicated that she had and interest in what went down Fiana's throat.<br/><br/>Babs had given her the self confidence to strike out on her own, and the germ of an idea as to what to do. Considering the large proportion of anthro females, it was amazing that clothing, especially underclothes were so hard to find for them. Tail holes were the least of it, most anthro species had subtle differences in body form from ortho-humans, and nowhere was that harder to acommodate than in lingere, too much of hich had to be form fitting. Regular stuff worked, to a point,  but stuff that fitted really well, and better yet, looked good was hard to fond outside specialist catalogues.<br/><br/>It had been a long hard slog these last few years, but at least she'd been able to share it with Barbara. Despite her expensive tastes (which her job, and an modest income from an inheritance could support) the rabbit girl had enough squirrelled away to invest in the idea, and had. As for outside work, Babs had shown her a side of life she'd never known existed, and a side to herself that she'd never allowed out. And Fiana was loving every minute of it.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Babs believed the more the merrier, and had encouraged her to look for partners beyond herself. Now there was Chris. People, especially guys willing to do the prey side of things were rarer than preds, and good looking, sweet guys (in more than one sense of the word) were even rarer. She'd have been happy enough being the one going between his teeth, and getting her jaws around him had been an unexpected treat. She awaited his reappearance, and thought about the last thing he'd said. Quite frankly, she couldn't wait!