Mail-Order Izzy Snack
(an RP log between RandomtheFox and IzzyKoji)

randomfox12245: Terra sighed wistfully as she lazed around her little home, trying to waste time as she waited impatiently for her package to arrive. She tried reading, watching a bit of TV (the shopping network had a lovely deal on mouse sized muzzles) or doing some house work, but every time she felt in the zone her belly growled hungrily and reminded her. Even snacking on some lesser treats didn't stave away the feeling. The day had finally come where she was filled with a kind of emptiness, one all predators felt at one time or another where no other food could properly sate them aside from those naturally under them on the food chain. She needed a live, squirming meal of a pathetic creature to finally satisfy her hunger, and when it had finally gotten so bad she couldn't sleep at night she gave up on hunting for stray unlucky bastards around the predator-filled city and ordered one special. Her wallet took a hit from the purchase, but it would ultimately be worth it, especially since she made sure to pick out her favorite little species as her meal. At long last, when the fox nearly felt the need to rip her hair out then wait another moment, the doorbell rang; without a moments hesitation she flung it open, signed some forms, and pulled in her order. It was a simple white box with some holes cut out for the critter inside to breathe, but she didn't take time to appreciate it before yanking the top open to get to the goodies inside. The vulpine mouth watered as she looked down at her bound little treat of choice.

IzzyKoji: He had hope early on. There wasn't much, but it was a tiny scrap of something slightly tangible that Izzy could hold on to. Granted, it was most likely a lie, but in the beginning, there was a very tiny voice inside that told him there was at some point a way out, some path to freedom that he had missed so far but could unlock with ingenuity or perhaps just a little luck. His capture had been textbook. He could still picture himself crouching behind the old, crumbling brick wall telling himself that straying too far past what was deemed as a 'safe zone' to the preys living in the area would quickly damn him. He had stood there for almost an hour, weighing the risk of winding up dinner with the benefit of finally getting some food (there always seemed to be better food for him where carnivores were present). He was just about to turn away when his stomach growled angrily, demanding to have something in it and a pain filled his abdomen. He just couldn't wait any longer - he had to finally risk it. Of course, the inevitable happened and quicker than Izzy had expected. He gave a meager attempt at escape, but just couldn't compete with someone who had hunted creatures like him their entire lives. Nothing but fear occupied Izzy's head as those memories whirled around in his conscience. He shifted uncomfortably in his box as he was transported to the absolute worst place he could imagine. Eyes darting about nervously (straining to see anything through the holes in the sides of the box), body trembling in fear (causing the box to shake and rustle), his begging for release to the people who had captured him was reduced to pained whimpers as he contemplated what was about to happen to him. Finally, the moment he had dreaded arrived. The movement of the delivery truck ceased and soon he felt himself moving again, but this time by hand. His pitiful whimpers worsened as he heard a doorbell ring. This was it; the time he had feared more than anything else had finally come. He could hear a few muffled voices and then a door close. His breathing quickened as the genesis of his nightmare began. As Izzy's emotion levels began to skyrocket, the top of the box was suddenly yanked off, Izzy getting a rush of air and light. Izzy's eyes widened as he looked up to find the scariest looking predator he had ever encountered, made scarier by the fact the he knew what she intended to do with him. As Izzy gazed up at the terrifying sight looking back at him, he involuntarily squeaked in fear, completely beyond words.

randomfox12245: The fox grinned as she found her ideal meal bound and hopelessly horrified before her. He was helpless, looked like he'd been stewing in his own fear for who knows how many hours, let to imagine whatever horrible scenarios might play out when he finally arrived here and now looked up at her with abject terror in his eyes. Terra's stomach growled at the sight. Feeling more than impatient, the female plucked the poor thing from his confines and plopped him on her kitchen table and let her hands run over his body as she sniffed at the top of his head. It was reminiscent of the kind of people who 'test' melons and the like in grocery stores, and being appraised as food was no doubt a disheartening experience. Apparently she liked what she had too since she spared a lick to the little prey and freely moaned as his flavor graced her taste buds. "Oh, you are just perfect!" The fox looked down at the squirrel with pure joy. There was no malice, hatred, sadism; just the happiness like that of a child getting her favorite gift for  her birthday. Somehow that made it worse. He wasn't even a living creature to intentionally harm, just a snack to enjoy. Not to say she wasn't going to terrorize him though! Fear made the finest seasoning, and she wanted him begging and crying by the time she put him in his place. "Hmm... You sit right here little one. I hate raw food, so I'm gonna get a little something to make you taste better." She didn't even grant him some greetings or force him to acknowledge his fate; just instructions as if it were the most natural thing in the world, though fully aware he was no where close to accepting his lot in life, it was still such fun to treat them like they had a choice in the matter...

IzzyKoji: Izzy stared back at the grinning vulpine, utterly lost in fear as he was face-to-face with the one thing he had tried his entire life to avoid, a predator. He had often wondered what facing certain consumption would feel like; what it would feel like to finally see the creature that would love nothing more than to remorselessly gobble him up and has no physical or technical limitations preventing them from doing so. At this point, he still didn't really know. He didn't feel anything. The sight of her pleased expression grinning down at him, knowing he was completely bound up and helpless left him almost numb. The sight that greeted him when the lid was torn off was what he'd had nightmares about his entire life. He had seen the image so many times in his darkest dreams that seeing it in person had left him completely paralyzed in fear. This, of course, was not permanent (unfortunately for him) and he learned that the moment he saw her arms coming towards him in the box. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance and everything began to sink in. Terrible emotions fill in the gaps left when shock leaves your mind. He began to tremble and whimper desperately as she lifted him out of the box and placed his feeble frame on her kitchen table. Izzy panicked when his fur made contact with the table's cold surface. He was in her kitchen; a kitchen is where food is prepared. Izzy was left with that simple though terrifying thought as her hands began to run through his fur. He winced and squeaked at the touch. He had a brief moment of panic as she leaned down to sniff the top of his head, thinking that was it and she was going to slurp him up right then. His eyes having closed in fear, he reopened them just in time to see and feel her tongue rake across the top of his head. He whimpered as if she had singed him with flame as she moaned in gustatory enjoyment. When she told him she was getting something to make him taste better, her words jostled his ability to speak loose and he took advantage of this to finally beg his predator for mercy. His voice came out quiet and squeaky, the voice of an utterly horrified creature. He had to try several times to get the words out. "...p-p-please d-d-don't e-eat m-m-me, M-Miss F-Fox...p-p-please..."

randomfox12245: The predator's ears twitched at his words, but made little effort to acknowledge what he said apart from a small giggle. She'd heard his plea for mercy and found the request laughable. The vixen's tail wagged as she sorted through some cabinets and even the fridge to collect ingredients and whatnot, but seemed to be unable to find what she was looking for. She let out an annoyed growl; she finally had her perfect little prey and now such a minor inconvenience was making her wait even longer to enjoy him. Finally though she found her perfect little topping: whipped cream. With a happy but impatient growl from her stomach, the fox trotted back to the squirrel with a look of sheer delight and yet pure hunger. Slowly, she untied the poor male before propping him up to sit on the edge of the table, then pulled a chair closer and sat against him. He might have even noticed she had him sitting on a plate. Hungry and unwilling to wait as she was though, she wanted to toy with her snack a bit more first, really enjoy his despair. "So, food...let's play a game." She didn't bother to ask or even look interested in knowing his name, simply calling him what he was in her eyes as she shook the can in preparation. "It's sorta like hangman! Try and convince me not to eat you in one sentence or less without stuttering, and I'll let you go. Mess up and I'll cover one of your limbs in my beloved cream here, and when I get you nice and coated you'll pass my lips and down my gullet like you belong." It was apparent this 'game' wasn't even set up to be fair, using words that implied he had no chance of getting out of his situation no matter what he did, and she wanted him to know it. "Sound good?" She emphasized her point by spraying a little dollop of cream onto his nose, the first step of truly reducing him from person to food (though already quite finished in her mind) begun.

IzzyKoji: Izzy let out a quiet whine when she didn't even respond to his plea for mercy. The chances of it working in the first place were slim to none (with predators in general, but certainly with one as merciless as this one). Very piteous noises continued to sound from the frightened squirrel's lungs as he watched her move from cabinet to cabinet, every step of hers bringing him one step closer to being her food. Suddenly, her search ceased and she stood, thinking for a few moments. To Izzy's desperate mind, he began to think that maybe she had reconsidered and would perhaps let him go. Maybe she'd had a change of heart or perhaps she was just out of whatever it was that predators put on critters like him before they did the only thing they saw as worth doing to them. It didn't take long for the squirrel's hope to be dashed once more as she finally seemed to find what she was looking for. The sight of her coming towards him with a can of whipped cream sent waves of terror through his veins. He began squirming desperately, attempting to break his restraints (never mind that he had been trying to do just that in his box for hours and he hadn't made them budge), whimpering sadly, very desperate to escape and be anywhere else, anywhere else but right where he was. Of course, that wasn't happening any time soon. He froze in fear when she untied him (such a juxtaposition - he was finally free from the restraints, but...) and propped him up in front of her. Izzy noticed that the surface he was on had changed, it was made of a different material. His eyes widened when he looked down and realized he was sitting on a plate. Anything involving making or serving food now had a double meaning that totally terrified him. Plates are much scarier when you're ON them. He stared in terrified stillness as she spoke to him (her voice filled him with the cold feeling of dread and he winced when she called him 'food'), explaining her little 'game' to him. He couldn't believe what she was saying; not only was she going to eat him, but she was going to turn it into a game! With just a few sentences, she had justified to him every single misgiving he and every other prey have about preds. He had no idea what to say, unable to comprehend that she was turning this whole thing into a sick game for her own amusement. Reflexively, his voice came to life again.
"...p-p-please, n-no....d-d-don't d-do th-this...p-p-please..."

randomfox12245: The vixen giggled to herself in earnest once she heard him beg again, the same one she'd ignored earlier too basically, and yet this prey was so pathetic he couldn't even think of something to give her pause for thought. He may be a squirrel and food, but she figured he could at least try to fight, but he seemed just as resigned to his fate as anything. She'd think maybe he hadn't gotten anything to eat in that box for however he was locked up and it was making him delirious, but she knew deep down this was just how he was; pathetic, and meant to serve no greater purpose than the one that landed him on that plate in the first place. With a warm smile she reached out and poured a nice swirl of whipped cream over his head, like a tasty squirrel sundae. She was making herself hungrier by the minute. "Try again. Before the cream starts melting too if you please. I don't wanna mess to have to clean up once I'm done with you." She grinned, so nonchalant about it all, as if he had been given a pamphlet upon being caught on what he had to expect. With another small giggle she licked him again, up his neck and cheek, her eyes rolling back momentarily at the delicious rodent-y taste of his fur and skin. Squirrels had always been her favorite. She even sprayed another dollop of cream on his arm before licking at that as well, the mixture of the dessert topping on the terrified prey making her stomach growl loudly, demanding she hurry up and attend to its needs. "Oh my goodness~ How can you have gone uneaten for so long? Mmm...you were so worth the money...oh, but I bet you're hungry!" an idea sprung to mind, the thought he might have been starved occurred to her before of course, but now that she was thinking with her stomach she felt it was something to be dealt with. "Bet you'd taste better with some food in your belly, huh? Here," she pushed the can of cream into his hands as she got up from her chair again, "try and think of something else to convince me not to eat you and if you get it wrong put this on yourself. I'll find some nuts or something you little guys like." And with such simple instructions she was searching through her cabinets again, evidently having complete faith that the critter who knew she had full intention to devour wouldn't run away or even disobey her instructions.

IzzyKoji: Izzy's already high levels of despair and disconsolateness were raised as the fox once again only laughed at his sincere plea for freedom. Even though it was so obvious that this predator would not be swayed by it, some sort of subconscious reflex forced his lungs and vocal chords to continue doing it. Probably because that's all he could do; just keep begging and hope it worked. He was obviously no match for such a creature physically (after all, her type was exactly what had caught him and ended him up here in the first place); any escape attempt would be squashed by her in no time flat. The only thing left was to try to appeal to her emotionally. This vixen, however, didn't seem to be reconsidering anything. He whimpered pathetically when he felt the cold cream make contact with and completely cover his head. When she said "Try again", his mind struggled to accept the fact that she was actually serious - she was really playing this 'game' with him and worse yet, it had already started (and he was losing)! This was what was actually deciding his fate. The sensitive little squirrel made another piteous rodent-like whimper when she informed him that he had better hasten his pace, for she didn't want to have to clean up after she was...*gulp*...'done with him'. The fact that she placed more importance on the effort required to clean her kitchen than his life hurt and the fact that she had actually said it certainly didn't bode well for his future. An even stronger indication of this was the long lick she gave him, making him squirm in his position as he felt her tongue against his neck, trying to back away from her. So busy was he trying to avoid it, he didn't even notice the cream on his arm until she was already licking it off. She was always one step ahead. The way she took a moment to enjoy his flavor after every lick gave him a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. Another blow to his sentience was a mention of him being 'worth the money', which only spawned disturbing questions in his mind. How much had he cost? How much money did this pred pay to devour him? How much, exactly, was he worth to a predator like her? Being assigned a monetary value is incredibly dehumanizing, even if it weren't followed by getting eaten. He was snapped out of his disturbing thought-stream when she mentioned that he might be hungry and shoved the can of whipped cream she had just used on him into his hands, getting up and walking back over to the cabinets again. For the umpteenth time today, Izzy was completely at a loss for words. He was in a situation he had never thought possible and didn't know how to respond. He sat on the plate, can of whipped cream in his hands, as tears threatened to form in his eyes. He had no idea what to do but feared that doing nothing would upset her. The end result was the pathetic sight of a trembling squirrel on the verge of tears, hopelessly lost and desperate for some kind of comfort.

randomfox12245: The fox girl hummed to herself as she searched through her kitchen for something she kept just special for situations like these. She had some cheese and the like to lure in mice from time to time, but the stuff for squirrels was particularly valuable for her since they were her favorite snack, and it wasn't long before she produced a bowl of various nuts. Walnuts, almonds, plenty of acorns. The little squirrel could just gorge himself 'til he was practically fat with the stuff! Oh, the thought of some stuffed prey only made her mouth water even more and she quickly returned to the table, setting the bowl next to the poor emotionally shut down male, taking the cream from his hands and spraying a bit over his face before slurping it, and the pile on his head, clean, moaning as the flavors danced through her taste buds. "Ohhh~. a-hem. Game paused. Eat up. Indulge in some comfort food." She giggled, the term not usually applied to what was closer to a last meal, but she nonetheless felt confident she could stave off her own loud tummy until he was nice and full. She even rubbed over his belly softly as she pushed him closer to the bowl. "A squirrel with an empty stomach is like...a shell with no nut inside, dontcha think?" She grinned devilishly, putting her desire to fatten her morsel up in terms he could understand, making sure he knew she wanted to feed him not for his own sake but to make for a better meal for her. "Eat up. And don't make me wait for long." The period at the end of her statement punctuated by a lick over his cheeks again, tasting his tears like a truly merciless predator. Then she sat back on her chair and watched the poor thing, waiting for him to be sufficiently full before her patience finally gave out. The time she allotted to allowing him to eat would probably be the last moments he'd spend outside of her belly...

IzzyKoji: The squirrel's minor breakdown was interrupted by her suddenly taking the can from his paws. He had been too busy wallowing in self-pity to notice her approach, much less what she was carrying. Suddenly, he was once again assaulted by a jet of whipped cream followed by her tongue as she licked him once more, lapping away the cream she had sprayed. Surprised by the sudden onslaught, he was caught off guard when she spoke again, telling him to eat. He was momentarily confused (wasn't she the one who did the eating?) until his olfactory senses picked up something a squirrel would recognize anywhere: nuts. The instant he spotted the bowl of squirrel food next to him, an emotion he hadn't felt in such a long time hit him; he was actually a small bit relieved. He couldn't help it; his body forced him to feel it. He had been searching for nuts when this whole thing started and had been denied them ever since. To a squirrel, nuts are everything. The fact that squirrels find them delicious is merely a side-note; nuts keep squirrels alive. He hadn't had anything to eat in ages and his hunger had gotten to the point that the sight of food made him feel a positive emotion despite the situation he was in. One half of his brain instantly told him to 'eat up, what are you waiting for?', but the other half was a little more sensible. She was obviously doing this simply to fatten him up, just to get him nice and plump so she could enjoy him more. How could he do that? Regardless of the short-term benefits, how could he knowingly do something that would get him a big step closer to being fox food? How could he intentionally make himself more delicious? Unfortunately, while one side made more sense, the other was much louder and was beginning to win this battle of psychology versus survival. Right on cue, Izzy's stomach growled as if to say 'if I smell nuts, why aren't any of them inside of me right now?'. Izzy struggled to remain still and not give his predator what she wanted, but he soon felt his hands moving towards the bowl, almost as a gesture of defiance to his better judgement. With his mental state being so broken and weak to begin with, Izzy soon found himself munching on an acorn, signaling an obvious victory of stomach over brain. A quiet crunching sound was all that was left of his attempt at minor defiance, the rodent happily nibbling on the nuts as the taste seemed to momentarily take him away from this horrible mess he was in, letting him escape briefly from hunters and predators and whipped cream.

randomfox12245: Terra had greatly enjoyed the poor creature's internal struggle as he agonized over his hunger. It was the first earnest sign of a survival instinct, aside from weak requests, that she'd seen so far. she wasn't sure which she preferred, meals that fought for life or ones who were so imbedded in their spot on the food chain that even an attempt to run away when he wasn't even being watched was out of the question. In this case it didn't matter though; regardless of what this squirrel was like, he was a rodent and her favorite type even, and that made him food. The only thing that really mattered was how tasty he was (very) and if he'd struggle once he was in her belly to make the experience even better. The vixen watched with a grin as her meal ate, letting a finger dig through his leg fur a bit just to enjoy her meal with all five senses, letting herself agonize over the fact her belly was roaring for her to just scarf him down there and then to sate its hunger. A meal worth waiting for only tasted better once it was finally eaten. But on the other hand, she hated silence. "Bet you got caught looking for some of those, huh?"

IzzyKoji: As the squirrel got lost in the flavor and texture of his favorite foods, he allowed himself to do the one thing he knew he shouldn't - he closed his eyes to aid in the relative escape offered by the taste of something familiar and comforting. He allowed his mind to float away, losing the sense of urgency and alarm that had been so thoroughly seared into his cognition; he let himself (albeit slightly) relax. It didn't take long for him to get jarringly thrown back into the cold, unforgiving reality of his situation; when he heard her voice, his pleasant tour of fond memories turned dark and scary with terrible things lurking behind every corner wanting to capture and do who-knows-what with you. When he opened his eyes and the sight of her grin was what greeted him, his blood turned cold.
He whimpered and his gaze dropped shamefully when she asked if what he had been using as a comforting escape was what had damned him from the beginning. This was twice now these damn nuts had gotten him into trouble. Too scared and ashamed to speak, he simply nodded his head, his eyes casted downward, and sniffled as he confirmed his mistake.

randomfox12245: The fox girl smiled at his silent reply, letting her fingers brush against his cheek as she soaked in his misery. He had seemed so safe and at ease indulging in his sweet snack, and she was only too happy to pull him out of his dreams and remind him of what his situation was and that his purpose hadn't changed. She wanted him scared and defeated and sobbing; fear made a better seasoning than any cream or dressing. "... was it worth it?" Terra grinned as she let the question pass her lips. She knew he wasn't enjoying this, she knew he'd rather be safe at home and out of her clutches, and she knew he'd give anything in the world to avoid being sent down into her gut. She didn't care of course, but anything that could be used to instill even more horror into her prey was all the better. The vixen even started to purr. Purr. That was how much she enjoyed toying with her little squirrel. Of course she'd probably enjoy eating him much more, but she'd waited /days/ for him to arrive! She could hold off a few more minutes to ensure he was prepared to perfection.

IzzyKoji: Izzy found his world exactly as he had left it, if not worse. He was still in her grasps, he was still a squirrel, he was still prey, she was still a fox, and she was still intent on eating him. However, that seemed to not be the only thing she was intent on doing - she wanted to make him suffer, to abuse him. No more confirmation was needed of this fact than the cruel question that floated into his auditory perception, causing him to flinch. Izzy's whimpering must have been a pretty typical sound for her at this point, but the one in response to her question could have easily been the saddest one yet. His eyes instantly brimmed with tears at the harsh inquiry, Izzy knowing that there wasn't even a slight chance that she was seriously asking him that, she just knew it would sting. And it did. A tear ran down his cheek as he sniffled pitifully.

randomfox12245: At the sight of a tear running down his face, the vixen grinned deviously. It was far too easy, and it was getting addictive at this point. He was putty in her hands, and soon enough he'd be a lump in her gut on top of that. "Well, if it's any consolation, you can't possibly enjoy these nuts half as much as I'm going to enjoy you." Another smile of pure glee as she filled the poor squirrel with hopelessness and suffering. Oh, it was truly too much at this point. Nearly snapping from pure impatience, the vixen took whipped cream can in hand and started spraying the little squirrel again, clearly through with waiting to have a chance to enjoy her meal. "I'm still waiting on a good reason not to do this~" she mused in a sing song manner, coating his legs with the white topping before she paused for a moment. "Of course, you know there isn't one, don't you? You can beg and plead and cry all you want, but you know there isn't a single reason on Earth to keep me from eating you, right?" Terra smiled as if to a child getting a correct answer or some such before pushing the whipped cream nozzle into his mouth and letting it fill his cheeks. "You're a squirrel. That makes you my food, and even if there was a way to change that, you wouldn't do it. This is where you belong." She continued applying the dessert topping to her meal before giggling a bit and rubbing her belly conspicuously, "Well, I guess -this- is where you belong, but you know what I mean." Finally she re-applied a cute little swirl on the top of the prey's head before declaring him ready for consumption. She stood from her chair and practically towered over the male while licking her lips, stomach growling loudly to remove whatever flimsy doubt he might have still clung to about his fate. Holding off her urges for a few more seconds though, she reached for one last acorn and held it before his face tantalizingly. "One more for the road?"

IzzyKoji: Izzy was at the point where he almost wasn't a separate person anymore; he better resembled a mere extension of Terra now. Every single ounce of will and power and control he ever had was now hers. She could make him do anything and he would risk whatever needed to be risked to make sure he did it and the only thing she had to do was add the words "I'll let you go if..." in front of it, whether true or false. It's hard to call someone a 'person' at that level. Another gentle sob came as a response to her stating that she would enjoy him more than he enjoyed the nuts. Everything looked so bleak and broken at this point, but she somehow had the power to make him feel even worse, constantly rubbing in his place on the food-chain, always taking precautions to make sure he was aware that she cared not about his well-being or comfort, but only that he proved to be a satisfying meal. She had made him too upset to beg, which is quite a feat considering the squirrel's submissive and gentle nature. If you're a prey, you're used to begging and Izzy had done his fair share of it, yet her words had the power to take away his voice and reduce him to quiet sobbing. A sound jarred Izzy's consciousness enough to make him open his eyes only to be greeted with the sight and feeling of cold whipped cream enveloping his legs as she resumed covering him in the sweet topping. In momentary shock, he looked up at her only to be greeted with her cold words, telling him that there was nothing he could do or say that could prevent his eventual fate. The sensible part of Izzy's brain had already figured that out but the urge to beg and try to find some way out was too strong to ignore. Still, it was painful to hear her articulate it in such a manner; hard to hear it expressed so matter-of-factly. Just as he was about to do just that and beg once again for his release, he was interrupted by the nozzle of the whipped cream can entering his mouth, stopping his words before they even formed. Mere moments after this registered in his brain, the aforementioned nozzle came to life, shooting a large amount of the tasty cream into his mouth. As she continued to torment him, Izzy nearly choked in panic on the sudden influx of cream into his mouth. He gave a few hard swallows to painfully choke it down. By the time he could breathe again, he was completely covered in a blanket of delicious white. His wide, tear filled eyes gazed up at her as she stood, completely overshadowing the small rodent, filling with dread and terror as she licked her lips at the sight of him. As she reached down to the bowl of nuts he had been munching on so happily mere moments ago and held one in front of him, taunting him again, he did what he already knew (she had said so specifically, in fact) wouldn't work. And I'm sure anyone can guess what it was.

"...p-p-please, oh, p-p-please, M-M-Miss P-P-Predator! P-p-please d-d-don't s-swallow me! P-p-please, a-a-anything b-but that! I-I d-don't want t-to be f-f-food...I-I'll d-do anything...*sniffle*...p-p-please..."

randomfox12245: Terra's heart was all a flutter when the poor thing begged yet again, even at the edge of hopelessness and pure destitute, his one and only defense was tear filled words. Woefully ineffective ones at that. He could at least try and offer her something. One of the stages of this was supposed to be bargaining, right? Well, made things easier at least, and hunger took precedence over everything else now that a cream-covered meal was ready. With a giggle she popped the acorn into his mouth and licked his cheek once more. "I love to hear you beg. Hold onto that; I know I'll love it more once it's muffled by the walls of my belly." Without another word the fox gave him one last happy smile before leaning over him, and opening her maw impossibly wide (from his perspective) and lowered it over his head. She was the type who didn't like getting her hands sticky it seemed, so forcing him pressed back onto the plate as she pushed her maw over him was the route she decided to take; one that side-stepped the usual doom and gloom producing sight of watching yourself slowly sink into the abyss with the pure unbridled abject terror of being plunged head first into it. Terra wasn't in the mood to enjoy his horror yet though, her tongue was singing as a mix of rodent and dairy flowed over it, and her insatiable hunger for the living critter drove her to shovel as much of the little guy down as possible. The squirrel managed to fit almost his entire upper body into her maw without even needing to be swallowed so far, and just enough light peeked in to allow him the sight of her wide, pulsing gullet. The tube that would lead to his final destination silently called for him, even as the cream he was topped with started to melt around and over his face inside such a hot, wet predator mouth. 
Even then, he was only allowed the fear inducing sight for a few minutes before he was pushed face first into it as she swallowed him, pulling his hips and calves into her maw to be suckled and licked over as well. The only thing hanging out of her mouth now were his legs and tail, and even more then halfway done with her meal she was already getting quite a bit of her special topping over her face, but it was worth it even if some did drip onto the table, this squirrel was just so damn good. She even pulled her head up and let herself lean back to allow gravity to help with her scared little meal, her eyes rolling back as the last of whatever was left outside sunk down into her maw and out of sight, leaving her with a throat bulging with squirrel and a mouth filled with his kicking feet and huge fluffy tail. Oh, she was in predator heaven. Quickly sitting back onto her chair she swallowed again, the wonderful flavor of her meal staying on her mind long after it was pulled down her gullet, leaving the poor thing squeezed and pulled from all directions as the throat muscles dragged him down to his final destination. It was a short journey. His head pierced the barrier between throat and stomach, and he quickly spilled into the chamber all at once, filling into the fox sauna nicely and leaving Terra a very full and very satisfied vixen indeed.

IzzyKoji: A few muffled sobs followed his woeful final beg, essentially a final expression of all the feelings of fear and unfairness he had been harboring this entire time. Izzy knew this was it; something about the look she gave him as she was grinning down at him. Of course, this was just another installment in 'grinning down at Izzy' she had been doing for quite some time now, but this time was different. There was a gleam in her eye that wasn't there when he was in the box or when she was playing her 'game'. No, this was more like the expression of a frustrated vixen about to finally get exactly what she had been craving for a long time. The sight of the hungry fox looking down at him with an unmistakable predatory gleam in her eye had triggered the final phase of the psychology of being eaten; that final panic when you know beyond a doubt that being eaten is all that's left for you to do. The plea was more of a reaction to panic than a genuine attempt to sway her pity, but it had gotten the same response nonetheless. Once again,  her only response was laughter; that was the only thing his begging had always gotten from her. This time however, with this being his last chance, the blow was so much more powerful and final. Instantly, he found himself almost choking once again as she popped the acorn she had been teasing him with into his mouth, forcing him to quickly chew and swallow the acorn or else forfeit breathing. Not surprisingly, she used this as an opportunity to taunt him one last time. At the mention of her belly, Izzy knew exactly what was on its way and he tried once again to form words but they fell silent at the sight of the beaming vixen leaning over him, completely eclipsing the smaller rodent not only in size but in a shadow of terror and finality. As her wide open maw began to slowly head towards him, his panic climaxed as another outburst of useless words.

"N-No! N-No, p-please! D-Don't eat m-me, p-please! P-Pleeeeeeaaasss-mhhhhhh!"

His final panic stricken words were muffled by his face coming in contact with the tongue that had teased and enjoyed him so many times that day, finally getting a complete, full, and uninterrupted taste of his scrumptious squirrel body. This was no test lick or attempt to scare him, this was simply a predator enjoying her meal's flavor. His unstoppable trip inside of her body underway, Izzy began to squirm about in her grasp, trying desperately to wiggle his way out of her. His pleading was now in full force, although the fact that it came out mostly as "Mmhp! Mphhhh! Phm!" probably cut down on its effectiveness (which was already null to begin with). The vixen, however, gave little indication that anything Izzy was doing in a panicked effort to escape this final moment of his nightmare was having its intended effect (unless the intended effect was enjoyment). He whimpered desperately as almost his entire body was scooped up into her in one go, his head already beginning the slide down her throat. As he continued his desperate squirming, he heard and felt her take her first gulp. Nothing had ever conjured up such dread in his small frame as he was pulled downwards, deeper into her and closer to her awaiting belly. In turn, he felt warmth envelope his legs and knew that all that was left were his feet and tail and they would soon be next. Tears streaming down his face, he continued to squirm and plead, his actions and words accented with pathetic whimpering and squeaking. Even this far down, panic insisted that he try to reason with her. She seemed to pause for a moment to savor this final part of her meal, just his wiggling feet and twitching tail left. She didn't waste time, however, and soon Izzy felt as much as heard another gulp. The final one. He was effortlessly pulled down the vixen's throat, filling out into her belly in a single fluid muscle motion. As his feet and tail finally joined him inside of her, he realized that it had happened; this was it, he had been swallowed. Curled up in the vixen's belly, the inevitable 'I'm inside of somebody's stomach' panic set in and Izzy began squirming around in his living prison, desperate to find some way out. All of his body rubbed against the walls of the vixen's tummy as he wriggled around in blind panic, whimpering hopelessly.

randomfox12245: The fox let out a soft moan as her meal began to panic inside her belly, sending pleasant sensations only a predator like her could ever enjoy through her body that gave her a deep feeling of satisfaction. She was full, her hunger attended to, and it felt amazing. Her belly bulged slightly, enough to make it apparent what her meal had been, but to the passing eye she'd be a fox and little else. The squirrel had completed the transition of living, breathing critter with a life and dreams et cetera to nothing more than a fox's delicious meal. Terra rubbed over her belly passionately at the thought, licking her lips to swallow stray freckles of whipped cream and enjoying the rodenty after taste they held as it ran over her tongue. At long last she was full, a true predator. She sat there for a bit and just enjoyed the feeling; prey stained plate and stuffing nuts before her, mouth hanging open lulling in pure pleasure, and belly squirming with panicked and crying prey. The taste buds of her stomach filled her mind with ticklings of his flavor even now, and the more he moved the stronger it felt, to the point where she was pressing down on her belly slightly to elicit even more of the fearful squirmings within her. And even through all that, her stomach itself was brought to life, its pleas for food finally fulfilled it squeezed around the poor squirrel almost affectionately, glad he was there to be its food. It quickly went to work though, churning the little thing like any other meal, like the nuts in his own belly, going through the process of feeding the vixen with her eternal belly filling. The sounds of the fox's body surrounded him, her breathing and heartbeat, but most of all the noises her belly made as it churned and gurgled and glorped and burbled. All the sounds made by a satisfied and full stomach, one that had him as food. Any attempt to get into a comfortable position would be ruined by the constant rocking and squeezing and twitching of the stomach, which would only entice more scared panickings from the squirrel once he was made to realize how he was being worked over like food, as if he needed something else to hammer in his fate, now it couldn't even be ignored thanks to the constant motions. Finally though, Terra sighed loudly in pure satisfaction.
"You cannot imagine how good this feels, little squirrel." It occurred to her she never found out her prey's name, a thought that only made her grin again at how in her mind he wasn't worth more than his title as her food. "So delicious. Your natural earthy flavor mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of the cream made my tongue orgasm. Ohh...I could never eat again~" Of course, it stood to be she probably never would need to eat again, the squirrel acting as a constant food source for her well into the rest of her life and her stomach being his home and future until all concept of time held no meaning for him. "It just feels so good, not even just your taste. As a predator, swallowing you up as a delicious snack and locking you in my belly, it makes me feel... oh you just have no idea! Think about it," she even leaned down closer to her own belly, just to make sure her meal heard her "you're my food. My belly is your entire life now. And that's right where you belong, from the day you were born no higher purpose in the world waited for you then sitting on my plate and sliding down my throat. And that's all you'll ever be, or will have been." She grinned to herself, yet somehow it held such presence it could be felt from below layers of fur and fat and flesh. "Oh, if I could find your family~ I'd probably rub their faces in my gut and tell them how you're in there, feeding me, right where I want you. Then I'd probably give them to my friends so they could feel this too." The fox started to giggle like a giddy school girl at the thought, her role as predator to claim the squirrel being one she excelled at not only physically, what with the eating and all, but mentally too. But she quickly just sighed and leaned back again, letting the feelings of squirrel meat within fill her with such wonderful predatory feelings.

IzzyKoji: Any emotion Izzy had felt up until this point was completely nullified. Any fear, panic, despair, any negative (or positive, for that matter) feelings he'd had were completely overshadowed by what he was feeling now. There are so many things in life that require experience to be understood, they cannot simply be explained. Being inside of someone's belly falls into this category and even if you can somehow imagine what it's like to be trapped inside the body of a living creature, within that framework are many variations. One being 'being trapped in someone's belly while they tell you how much they enjoy having you inside of them'. Also, there's 'being trapped in someone's belly while they continue to refuse to grant you a feeling of sentience'. And, of course, there's 'being trapped in someone's belly while being informed that you're in there to stay, before you've even had a chance to beg for your freedom'. Incidentally, Izzy was getting to experience all of these at once along with several others. It's safe to say, though, that he figured himself better off without this new found knowledge. The second he had landed in her belly, his entire life changed. One could even argue that he no longer had a life now. Exactly how does one express himself inside of somebody's stomach? But, the moment he sensed that his entire body was sealed up inside of this predator with every single doubt of consumption removed, his mind entered a different way of seeing things. It turned into a rather one-track goal driven by a very simple incentive. Get Out. The immeasurable panic that had hit him didn't even have time to fade before she was already taunting him, rubbing her squirrel-filled belly with the knowledge (and most likely intention) that he would feel it and know that she had enjoyed him.
Izzy continued to squirm in her belly, her rubbing only making him more desperate with thoughts of escape. With him still squirming and tears still falling, her belly suddenly began squeezing him tightly, almost feeling deceptively like a hug. While the opportunity for such a thing would have been jumped at mere minutes ago, this hug was the last thing Izzy wanted now. The levels of panic that were beginning to ebb previously shot right back up when he realized he was being needed and rubbed by her stomach, worked over like a mere scrap of food. It was sort of ironic that the one thing she didn't do on purpose and had no control over made him feel the most desperate. As if being constantly squished by her belly weren't bad enough, she chose this moment to let him know how much she enjoyed his presence in her. It was horrible - he couldn't not hear her, even if he blocked his ears. He was inside of her, after all. He was being forced to listen to her articulate the pleasure she received from having his body in her belly and there was nothing he could do about it. The break finally happened as he was squeezed and churned while listening to how she was enjoying his struggle for freedom while his actual hope for escape dwindled and then ceased. Izzy broke down in tears, sobbing inside of Terra's belly, the unavoidable truth finally sinking in. And that truth was that the only way out of her was for her to let him out and she obviously had no intention of that. His sobbing meshed with her moans of enjoyment as both ends of the predator/prey spectrum were acted out. Another beg made its way to his lungs in between sobs.
"...p-please l-let m-me out...p-p-p...."
He didn't even get to finish it before being cut off by his sobbing.

randomfox12245: Terra's ears twitched as she heard her meal beg once again from in her belly and planted a large grin on the vixen's face. There were few better pleasures in life for a predator then having a wonderful meal punctuated by said meal requesting to be let free. It made one feel not only a successful hunter (mail order prey or not) but granted the feeling of complete and total control over what had previously been considered another life, not only physically by keeping him where he belonged, by mentally. He could do nothing without her knowing of it now, and everything he did filled her with pleasure. "No." she replied, for once taking his request seriously. "That's your home now. You're my food, and my belly is where food belongs. Get used to it." She patted her gut to emphasize her point before giggling to herself and quickly adding "Don't let that stop you from asking more though! It's like music to my ears."  With that, the fox pulled herself to her feet and made her way to her bedroom. Such a lavish meal after waiting all day was quite a lovely experience, but now she had to sleep it off, and the thought of cuddling up under a blanket with the panicked squeaks and sobs of what filled her gut would make a great lullaby. Her belly swayed lightly with every step, adding to the natural motions of the belly working him down to make quite a harrowing experience. Finally though Terra reached her bed and shuffled in all snugly quite fast, lying down belly first and squashing the squirrels space down that much more, causing her belly to try feeding on him even more frantically. Quite done even acknowledging her meal's existence (the squirrel didn't remember the nuts he nibbled on after all) she gave a cute yawn before soon falling asleep with a wide smile, and the occasional moans from the sensations of her food flailing about pathetically in her belly.

IzzyKoji: It's true that there is no more dominant action than to wholly contain another living being, becoming their entire world and what they awake to each and every day. To make them invisible to the outside world, save for a slightly bulged out tummy that you might have to strain to even notice. Such was Izzy's situation as his tearful plea for release received the reaction he had to have expected, but still left him lower than before. All he could do was sob and squirm. For some reason, he felt safer if he was squirming; as if, if he stopped, something even worse would happen. Soon after rejecting his appeal for freedom, Izzy felt an addition to the movement he was already forced to experience and guessed that she must have gotten up and was going somewhere. Left to wonder where he was being taken, Izzy soon got his answer as the stomach almost seemed to collapse around him, squishing him from all sides into a much smaller space. To add insult to injury, her stomach took this as a green-light to begin feeding on him even faster, compressing his squirming space down that much more. Though his now much tighter container somewhat impeded his ability to squirm, his panic at not knowing what was going on caused his movements to intensify. As Terra fell asleep, Izzy's old life had symbolically ended and his new life as her meal had only begun. Still completely unaware that Terra had climbed into bed and was now well on her way to sleep at this point, Izzy continued to beg for his release, still clinging to that same small bit of hope he'd had ever since he had gotten caught.