The sun had just set a few hours ago, and darkness began to surround the quiet evergreen forest. It was a cool Spring evening, with a few droplets glistening on pine needles in the light of a full moon, from a short downpour in the afternoon. The area was quiet, as most animals had retreated to their dens during the storm, and wouldn't bother to come out now that it was dusk – generally a dangerous time. Still, a lone figure strolled leisurely between the trees, without a care for the hostile woods.

She was a young squirrel, named Casey, who'd just claimed a home in the area, having left her family's den at the end of Winter. It was odd for a vulnerable rodent to be wandering this boldly through a new area – bolder still to be doing so at night. However, Casey was be no means an average rodent – she was a “person-squirrel”; born with a much more human-like body, while retaining the size and fur coat of her kind. This happened every so often, in a dozen births or so, to just about every mammal species – though the cause remained a mystery. These person-animals were seen as special – especially to eat.

As her structure was suited, Casey walked upright, swinging her arms and gazing around without a care. Her thin red-orange fur just barely covered her curvy body, especially the thick hips and buns wiggling beneath her bushy tail as she walked. Rather than the typical eight nipples her mother and sisters had, hers merged into two large breasts – so much so that it was annoying to walk on all fours like her brethren, with those melons swaying about. They were larger still at the time – the beginning of her first heat cycle. In fact, small circles of bare skin had formed around her usually concealed nipples, as her body prepared to mate and reproduce.

Soon she'd have her eye on a mate, and the idea of having a few squirrel pups of her own – but not yet. Tonight was about exploring, and being free. Casey stopped for a moment, and brushed her fiery red hair to the side (of course, those animals with human bodies would grow lengthy hair like the people did. She kept it shoulder-length by nibbling the ends), and stared up at the bright full moon. It was the reason she was out there, after all – with night time being so risky, she'd barely ever seen the moon. Some crows in the tree next to hers had mentioned it would be full tonight, and she wanted a chance to see it that way for the first time.

The entire scene of the golden-coloured moon, and rain-kissed forest had the young squirrel enthralled, standing in the open and staring up. Casey was known for her naivety, but tonight she was so distracted she hadn't noticed she was being followed for some time now. Just behind the closest tree was a large, silver she-wolf – the closest the hungry predator had gotten so far. Certainly a wise wolf would not pass up an easy meal, especially one of these ones, with such a soft, curvy body! And now was the best moment to strike.

Haplessly gawking upward, Casey only heard the wolf's paws hit the ground beside her on time to turn and see an enormous maw coming at her. She screeched, turning and running a few feet, before realizing she didn't know where she was, or where to go. Every tree looked the same, and this wolf would likely know the woods well. Before she could choose where to run next, there was a sudden clamping down on her tail – sharp teeth pressing almost hard enough to bite it off. The terrified squirrel was about to let out a shriek, but one huge paw slammed down on her head and body, pressing her into the dirt.

Her tail was released now, and squirming from side to side, she was able to look up finally, and what Casey saw was breathtaking. A strong and slender wolf – fairly young herself – with glistening red eyes staring down at her, The she-wolf's head overlapped the moon behind her, adding a sparkle to her fur coat. Her head was tilted back, and shoulders up, in a dominant and triumphant pose.

“You... you caught me!” Casey said between heavy breaths. She started recalling her mother's words about predators to her entire litter: they're cold and cunning, and it was quite likely that a few of them would be caught and eaten before reaching adulthood. Casey had been called out and warned in particular, due to her rare body and awkward mannerisms (for a squirrel, anyway). She'd be considered quite a catch once in the wild – all the soft tasty bits, and the fact that she just couldn't move like a regular squirrel could. Her mother hadn't sugar coated it: “Casey, you'll be lucky if you ain't swallowed up on your first day!” And definitely those words were on her mind in this moment.

“Are.... you gonna... eat me?” the scared squirrel inquired. She'd also been taught that predators have their own language, which prey animals could not understand – or even hear, for that matter. However, all predators knew the prey tongue, and could understand whatever their victims said. The wolf now looked down, and her eyes seemed to narrow a bit. Perhaps that was a pretty stupid question, and the only response was a firmer press from her strong paw.

Casey was able to sit up a bit, and get a better look at her captor – a magnificent beast she was! Fear started to melt away bit by bit, now having been caught like this was getting thrilling. Trembling, the squirrel again tried to break the silence.

“Hah.... I guess you are gonna eat me... huh?” the wolf nodded once, with a short snort. This sent a great chill down Casey's spine, and into the tail that was held hard to the ground under a heavy paw. Trying to fight the shaking, and the urge to fight back (which would be far too risky), Casey eased herself and let her body sink in surrender. “OK... you caught me... only fair... can you just... be gentle?”

With that, the huge wolf muzzle dropped to Casey's face, prompting her to duck her head and make a soft cry. Suddenly she was plastered with a warm, wet tongue, which enveloped most of her body, and messed up her hair as it slid across her face. Saliva was now soaking into her fur, as the wolf's hot and sweet breath surrounded her. To her surprise, this part was not as scary as she'd pictured – in fact, it seemed inviting.

Moving quick and precise, the wolf lifted her paw, letting Casey topple over on her knees. Before she was able to get back up, that now familiar tongue came out again – this time sliding under her feet. She felt the wolf's mouth close down over her toes and soles, pressing firmly but gentle as she'd requested. There was a moment of nibbling and sucking, with both of her tiny feet being inside the wolf's maw. Then suddenly chomping forward, Casey was pulled in up to her hips, and the long, leathery tongue popped out to slide under her body, teasing her clit and nipples as it passed by them.

In an instant, Casey lost contact with the ground for the last time, as the she-wolf pulled her head up, with the squirrel meal halfway in her mouth, hanging over her tongue. The squirrel shouted but couldn't help ending it with a giggle. She suddenly had a view of the starry sky above, and the gorgeous full moon – what a sight! Again she was enticed by it, but not for long, as her toes started slipping down into the wolf's open throat; her whole body in fact was sliding slowly inside, and the sky above shrinking away.

Tilting her head, Casey simply smiled. Watching the sky with one eye (as her tail had flopped over her face when she was lifted up), she reminisced about her short, squirrelly life. All the wonderful smells and tastes of the forest, the friends she'd made with local birds, exploring and finally seeing the lights in the sky. She felt privileged to have experienced such a gorgeous world, even though it was all over now. That was OK, she certainly knew this day was coming. Casey made an exaggerated shrug, as the thought passed through her mind: “After all, I'm just a squirrel – we're s'posed to get eaten like this!”

She was thankful at least that she'd been caught by a kind predator who was just swallowing her whole. She just as easily could have been snatched up by an owl, and torn apart by its babies! But this sleek wolf knew the value of the meal she had, and appreciated ever moment with her morsel – licking, tasting, and sucking all over Casey's body, making her squirm with delight at the sensations. It was a moment that couldn't last much longer – she was sliding down quickly now.

Her breasts had just passed by the wolf's bottom teeth (which felt especially nice on her nipples), and now the descent was even more rapid. Those bottom teeth were now just in front of Casey's chin, and it would only be a second before those jaws closed for her forever.

“Thank you... for being nice” Casey mustered to say, in spite of heavy breath and rapid heartbeat, “I hope I was a good meal for you!” She felt the wolf's massive head nod once again, just before the tongue rolled up against her face, pulling her back from the teeth as the jaws slammed shut. Strong throat muscles tightened around her ass cheeks, groping and tugging to get this squirrel snack where she belonged! With a mighty gulp, Casey was sucked down the wolf's fleshy tunnel, plummeting into her new home below.

Her toes emerged into the opening first, pressing against the soft stomach wall. With a bump, her butt dropped into the bottom of the wet, warm wolf tummy, and finally her head slipped out of the long tube she'd just travelled. Casey pulled her body in close, and felt the elastic flesh pressing on her at every side. She'd arrived – and was a perfect fit as well, as though this stomach was meant just for her! She fell onto her back, with her feet up and sensually rubbing against the inner lining – she'd never felt this subdued, or relaxed.

The wolf still stood, and with no ground directly below it was like laying in a hammock – suspended between those four tall legs. There was a pleasant sway as the wolf took a step, and Casey shifted with it, enjoying the stomach walls caressing her body all around. She laid with her eyes closed, grabbing a breast with one hand, and reaching between her own legs with the other. The thrill of this whole thing had made her very excited, and now was definitely a good time to pleasure herself as she now needed – the last chance, in fact.

As Casey started plunging two fingers in and out of her wet pussy – and moaning in rhythm with it – the swaying of her stomach home got more intense. The wolf was now cheerfully trotting down a trail to another favourite location of hers, with her scrumptious squirrel meal in toe. Inside the squirrel was in heaven (not literally, quite yet!) as she orgasmed with an echoing scream in the confined space. Her awareness was slowly slipping away, as the sides continued to cave in around her.

“Silly squirrel”, she giggled to herself in the last moments, “Went and got yourself ate up this quick!” She smiled all the wider, happy to have fed a strong predator who would have the energy to go on hunting thanks to her. She slipped into a dream state, happy that her purpose was served by being food for someone – it was meant to be.

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There we go, my first full story done. It was of curse inspired by my fourth sketchbook cover, but I wanted more visuals so I made two more panels for the story.

Hope you guys enjoy it, was pretty fun to write!

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