Isaac Shadetail: This was bad...this was so bad...this wasn't just another little gust of wind or creek of the dilapidated building settling with rot or the hurried footsteps of some little rodent type scurrying up the metal stairs after a fur-frizzling encounter with a hungry pred...this was the real thing, what he had spent his whole life dreading. He hadn't even really had time to properly hide; he could only manage a last second jump into the little room with a missing door that probably used to be a closet at some point. Hoping that the darkness would give him all the cover he needed, his squirrelly teeth began to click-clack together as he tried in vain to hold his jaw shut with his paws. He couldn't help but shake all over - he didn't even have time to fully process anything yet, he had gone from heart-pounding terror to 'stay as absolutely still as you can' in a matter of seconds. It most definitely was in the room with him, or at least was close enough to sound like it was. He didn't know what it was - it could be a prey for all he knew, he just knew that it was close...and that could only be a bad thing. His whole body twitched and jerked with fearful shivers as he waited in the best silence he could manage to find out what his fate (or even just what his current situation) would turn out to be. Having taken to his meager, pitiful hiding place in such a rush, the little squirrel seemed to have forgotten one thing - his tail. A hiding place that would offer very little protection on the best of days was now offering pretty much nothing thanks to his fluffy little squirrel tail being completely out in the open, for anyone to see! Stupid, so stupid! How could he have done that?! He didn't dare try to pull it in with the rest of him, though - if the creature really was in the room with him, it would most definitely see that for sure. All he could do was wait...just wait and see what happened...

randomfox12245: The predator hadn't been making much of an effort to be sneaky as he stalked the prey ghetto, looking for some stray morsel here or there to get his mitts on, but unfortunately most of them had the sense of mind to avoid him when he wasn't in the best mindset to properly utilize his hunting skills. It was hard to use your head when the blood flow was directed elsewhere, after all, and the only reason he was here skulking for a belly stuffer in the first place was because he'd been booted out with no other choice. It was his anniversary with his girlfriend and, to be blunt, she wasn't putting out until her boyfriend actually had an honest to goodness hunted down and devoured kicking and screaming wild prey in his gut, not the store bought market groomed snacks he usually favored. He just never really got the appeal of hunting for his own food. What was he, a redneck? Why have prey stocked in the markets if you couldn't just use them!? But here he was, trying to utilize lessons from grade school long since cobwebbed in his mind and failing pathetically. He could almost hear the prey easily avoiding him and laughing from the shadows at his attempts, making him grumble and try searching through one of the dilapidated, rundown buildings to try and corner some sleeping morsel, perhaps. Though how any prey could live in these places was beyond him; the damn things looked about to collapse in on themselves at a moments notice; why any prey would wanna live in 'freedom' like this instead of the luxury and comfort of some food processing place before ending up in a belly was something to ponder, and further distract him from even attempting to use any real predatory skills in his search for food. That is, until he heard some panicked scampering from one of the rooms he passed. Some prey must have heard him coming and reacted a bit...dramatically. He grinned, oh the luck, and stalked into the room he heard the hasted sounds coming from, peering about at the various hiding places whatever lived here might have employed, hoping they hadn't simply leapt out the window or something. Luckily that didn't appear to be the case, since poking out from the dark closet lay a trembling little squirrel tail. Perfect! "Not a good hiding place if you're not all the way hidden, I think." he stated as he leisurely strolled into the room, making a b-line for the closet. He didn't need finesse for this one; there was nowhere for the prey to go, and even with his unpolished approach he could easily stop any escape attempts when there was this much of a discrepancy between them.

Isaac Shadetail: Trying very hard to keep his breathing silent and steady (and of course failing - it came out in loud, ragged clumps of carbon-dioxide), the squirrel silently prayed to anything that would listen to him that whatever was interested in him would simply either lose interest (perhaps they desired a feistier prey that would give them a fair challenge!) or actually be straight up stupid enough to not see his pathetic attempt at hiding (as implausible as that was). It didn't take long for the outlandish squirrelly fantasy to come crashing down, heartbreaking though predictable. He flinched hard at the sound of the predator's voice, so many horrible things now painfully clear. It had to be a predator...no prey would have a voice like that and there were only squeaky little rodents living in this building anyway...and not only was it a predator, it was a predator that had their designs on him! The little rodent's shivering got leagues worse as he let out a pitiful little squeak and pulled his tail into the darkness with him, still pathetically insisting on remaining in his 'hiding place', perhaps fantasizing that he could just start over with his tail hidden and the predator would allow him that point on a technicality! He was caught and he knew it, there was no more pretend and false hope...this was it. The endless list of terrible possibilities began flying through his mind, all of the different kinds of mental and physical torment a predatory creature could put a little squirrel like him through springing to mind, complete with mental images. Though he was caught, his fate was still very much up in the air...after all, he still didn't know what this pred looked like or even what species he was! Again, as with practically everything in his squirrelly existence, every development could only be a bad one! The little squirrelly began to whimper softly as he shivered in the dark, hidden and out in the open at the same time. The pred still couldn't see him, but knew exactly where he was...

randomfox12245: The carnivore growled as he continued to pad towards the shadowy closet his first free-range prey was hiding in, not even bothering to try and tap into his latent feline skill of light feet and silk movement. It wasn't needed for this, and he hardly figured he'd manage it even if he tried. Of course it only resulted in a show of arrogance and terror for the poor prey on the receiving end of it, that he wasn't even worth the pretense of hunting and would make an easy target anyway. Soon enough he crossed the threshold, his own flexible feline tail swishing about in the light as he loomed over the pathetically hiding squirrel cowering in the darkness, only his glowing, feral eyes visible as they stared down through the darkness at him, some unseen light reflecting off the white teeth of his Cheshire grin. "Hope you don't mind if I'm not very good at this...you're my first." He knelt down, trying to reach eye level with the little rodent, his feline musk starting to make itself apparent in the small confines of the door-less room. "I usually just buy you guys off the shelves, but my girlfriend is being a bitch so, you know how it is."  He reached in, an affable menace to his touch as he pet the poor squirrel in gratitude. "Thanks for being so helpful."

Isaac Shadetail: The sound of approaching footfalls made the bushy appendage that had given the squirrel away in the first place poof up in fear, the attached rodent letting out little squeaks as he shivered. One mistake...one little mistake was going to haunt him for the rest of his life! He knew that tail of his would get him in trouble one of these days! There was no telling where it would swish and you could control it kinda but its movements made it seem almost like it had a mind of its own and secretly had a dark desire to get the squirrel gobbled up! The rodent held the offending tail close, hugging it as if it was a plush cuddle-toy as his predator drew nearer. It was so unfair! He had been so careful his entire life up until this point! He had done everything to ensure that he wouldn't be made a meal by some predatory creature or another...and then, one little 'oops forgot my tail' moment completely nullifies all of his efforts to remain uneaten! Shaking badly and with little rodenty noises coming from his lungs, the squirrel closed his eyes and looked away when the predator finally reveal himself, the poor fuzzy too scared to even look at the terrifying creature. He didn't want to know what it was...he didn't want to know what it looked like...he just wanted to go back and hit 'undo' and retry this entire thing! Again, he couldn't help but flinch at the pred's words. It wasn't even the words chosen that bothered the little squirrel (though that certainly shouldn't be overlooked!), it was merely the knowledge that the predator was speaking directly to him that really messed with his little squirrelly mind. Instantly, unwanted knowledge made itself apparent as the rodent caught the scent of predatory musk...*shudder*...a f-feline... The little rodent whimpered sadly as the predator spoke, initially flinching from the stroking but eventually capitulating and not resisting the predator's advances, finally casting his gaze slightly upward and getting a good look at the pred, the rodent's eyes wide and scared.

randomfox12245: The feline's stereotypical grin faltered and widened into the smile of a child opening a long desired Christmas present at the look of pure fear the rodent gave when he laid eyes on him, giggling as something pure and primal shook through his body that appealed to his most basic instincts. "Oh man, I think I see the appeal...you're terrified of me, aren't you?" He drank in that rodenty horror, licking his lips and snapping his jaws to elicit more reactions and laughing again when he got them, his barely visible feline body shivering and poofing in delight. "That's...that's cool. The prey you buy from the stores, they're so resigned. Like they gave up on hope long ago and just wanna get it over with. But you...what was going through your head before I stepped in here? That you might live one more day outside of a predators belly?" He laughed again, pure amusement at the very idea that the rodent had aspirations of continued life as anything but food. "Heh, sorry - like I said, you're my first...and I'm not thinking too clearly. I would have tried to give you a proper chase, but right now I think this works out the best for both of us." Of course the squirrel couldn't read his mind, he didn't know the feline's motives or what he was talking about, he probably didn't know the first thing about predators at all. But the kitty wasn't feeling too keen on explaining his life story to the little rodent, merely scooping the fluffy-tailed scamp into his arms and carrying him back into the light, letting him see him in full view and probably much closer to his mouth than he'd have ever liked to imagine was possible, the predator not paying any mind to the squeaks and squirms and sobs of horror as he sought to simply make use of his catch for the selfish desire that brought him here; getting laid by his girlfriend. "Do you have a bed or something? I'd like to pop my belly cherry with some comfort... Unless you promise not to struggle...I mean, I dunno how you not-home-grown prey tend to go down. Is there some standard of practice or something?"

Isaac Shadetail: The rodent winced at the feline's giggle of amusement at the clearly terrified gaze the squirrel had affixed on the predator. What a horrible 'reward' for gathering up the courage to actually look his predator in the eyes, not a small feat for a timid and scared little squirrelly such as himself! Regret nearly poured from all of the rodent's pores, the little fluffy-tail letting out a plethora of tiny squeaks of fear at the feline's words and actions, the knowledge that the predator was taking pleasure in his fear and dread filling him with such terrible emotions. He'd always wondered what the face of sudden ingestion would look like...and he had to say that this feline matched it pretty much perfectly! He was everything the rodent thought of when he thought of 'predator'...but of course even more-so, 'cause he was /his/ predator. The feline's continued statement only heightened the poor squirrel's misery and terror. His face reddened and turned away in shame at the cat's mocking words, that the idea of the squirrel believing he had an existence outside of filling a predator's belly was not only completely ridiculous, it had honestly never occurred to the feline pred before suddenly filling the squirrel with ignominy and humility, like a toddler who can't swim caught in the deep end trying to 'act like the grown-ups'. The poor little squirrel squeaked quite energetically as the feline scooped him up from his pitiful little attempt at a secure hiding place, the rodent squirming a bit in the cat's grasp more out of shock and sudden fight-or-flight instinctual fear than a genuine escape attempt - his squirrel mind was far too frazzled to consider anything like that at this point! The little rodent resigned to simply whimpering in the feline's grasp, shaking like crazy, little unintentional squeaks of fear finding their way subconsciously from his lungs. At the predator's question, he would glance over slightly at his ragged old bed in the corner, still terrified but not in a position to try a little bit of disobedience and fail to answer the cat's question at least a little bit. Being in the arms of a kitty cat does that kind of thing to squirrels! Slowly, though, the prey managed to squeak out a few words.

"...p-p...p-please don't e-eat me, M-Mister F-F-Feline..."

randomfox12245: The feline perked as he followed the rodents gaze and found the mattress, smiling at the small comfort even if it wasn't exactly up to his standards. It was impressive that the little prey had it at all really, so he was more impressed then disappointed by a lack of five star luxury, and it would suit his purposes just fine either way. He barely reacted to the whimpering pleads from his morsel while walking over to the bed, kneeling to lay the squirrel down on the rags while he crawled over his body, pinning him down and getting much, much too close for comfort. "That's cute - I've never heard begging before. You're really spoiling me for my first successful hunt, aren't you? The store-bought rodents just sigh...it's a little depressing." He smiled, the warm grin of a pleased predator that evoked nothing but fear for whatever unfortunate edible thing was on the receiving end, not helped at all by the slow, deliberate lick graced against his unkept fur in the heat of the moment, and the groaning mewl of pleasure that followed. "Sorry, squirrelly, you taste too good to not eat...but that doesn't mean I have to scarf you down right away." He said with a smile, looking like he was about to suggest something that the rodent might find comforting or like a silver lining considering the situation, but with some deep, selfish intent hidden beneath that muffled any potential comfort that came from the promise of a delayed demise. What he did next didn't help matters at all, his hand tracing over from the rodent's forehead and between his ears before trailing down his sides, agonizingly slowly getting lower and lower before slipping shamelessly between the helpless critter's legs, that same devious grin plastered on his face alongside a low purr as he groped his catch with obvious intent. "Don't take it as an insult, but uhh...I'm used to a bit more seasoning with my food."

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel was mildly disappointed though slightly relieved at first when the feline seemed to completely ignore his pitiful little attempt at persuading his predator to let him remain free and uneaten. It was disappointing because it hadn't worked and certainly did not spell success for future attempts at swaying his pred's heart any (and since that was the only tactic left at his disposal, that wasn't good news) but the rodent couldn't help but also feel just a touch relieved at such a reaction - if he wasn't responding, at least he wasn't tormenting him and teasing him just to make him squirm! No matter what, that was always an improvement. What little relief or positive feeling he was able to squeeze from this situation, though, was quickly assimilated right back into all of the negative emotions surrounding it as even that small bit of comfort was taken away from him. First of all, being laid out onto the bed like he was being lowered onto a serving platter was certainly not pleasant for the little rodent, the feline then crawling on top of him and completely pinning him down certainly did not help and managed to extract a few more panicked squeaks from the little guy, and finally the feline's words themselves were the final nail in the coffin. Hope for a slight glimmer of mercy was in actuality simply pleased surprise and enjoyment. The cat had no intention of making this easy at all, it seemed. And of course all of this terror was certainly pushed nearly off the charts by the horrible lick the cat gave, the feeling of the predator's tongue on his body making him squeal softly and wiggle a little, his compromising position suddenly seeming even worse than it already was. As a tear began to show itself in the little squirrel's eyes in response to the feline's terrible moan of enjoyment from his little taste-test as well as being informed that his lovely flavor forbade him to remain uneaten by this feline, another slight ray of desperate hope shined through the rodent's mind at what the cat said next. Was this feline maybe going to take mercy on him? Just a little? Maybe he would put off eating him and would be nice about it and w.... All of this squirrelly hope was shattered like a hammer taken to a pane of glass when (after a little thought) the squirrel realized what the predator was getting at, the cold feeling of dread beginning to rise in his blood. The rodent's eyes widened immensely as he just stared in horrified shock, not even struggling anymore.

"...y-y...y-you're...y-you're g-gonna...?"

randomfox12245: The cat giggled again as the horrible realization of what he had in mind dawned on the squirrel, and the stuttering question of confirmation only made him more ecstatic. Now he really did see the appeal of hunting your own prey - the off the shelf model was a pitiful comparison to even this pathetic morsel of a rodent. "Blame my girlfriend. She hasn't been putting out for a while, and I need a tight warm hole... I could just scarf you down and go get some of hers, but fuck it, I'm pent up." He meowed a bit, and pushed himself away from the squirrel and stood over him on his knees, rubbing at his own crotch with a purr, his substantial feline musk crashing down on the rodent like a waterfall as his feline arousal grew to length right before his horrified little eyes. "Make this easier on yourself, okay? I need release, not play time." He sighed, plopping back down to full body pin the squirrel against his ratty bed, this time with a hot rod rubbing at his lower body and poking at his thighs, looking for an entrance. The feline's purrs shook his ribcage as he wrapped his arms around the rodent, pinning his arms to his sides and burying his nose in the cat's  chest, his predator trying to quell as much potential movement or struggle from his toy as possible as he lined himself up. "You can keep begging for mercy if you want, though...it makes me frisky."

Isaac Shadetail: The little squirrel's shock was quick to be replaced with panic at the blunt confirmation of what he was fearing. This cat was gonna...r-rape him? Tiny little squeaky noises whined from the squirrel's lungs as the feline spoke, the horrified rodent still just staring at him with huge eyes. He couldn't believe what was happening; it was almost too much for the overwhelmed little squirrelly. He couldn't help but wriggle a little in panic as the cat pushed himself up, preparing to mount the little squirrel. Why was everything happening so fast?! The pred had snatched him up before he'd had a chance to hide and was now going to be nothing more than cat food for the rest of his life and now he had been scooped up to get his little squirrel butt raped before he even had a chance to try and squirm away on top of that! The rodent whimpered and squeaked like mad as the predator mounted him, the squirrel's smaller frame and weaker stature easily subdued and held in place by the cat's grip as the nearly overwhelming scent of predator musk and arousal washed over him, such conflicting data being sent to his brain making him even less able to resist than before. The feeling of the feline's arousal poking at his lower back and thighs caused several very desperate squeaks out of the rodent's mouth, the poor little critter making little noises of rodenty panic as the moment he was dreading (but /one/ of the moments he was dreading) drew nearer. He tried squirming and pulling himself away from the prodding feline member but to no avail - the cat had him pinned. Another little yelp sounded from the poor thing as the predator wrapped his arms around him, preventing what miniscule movement he was being allowed as he tried to come to terms with the fact that he was about to be violated in one of the worst ways he could imagine. And by a cat, no less!

"*squeak*! ...n-no, please! P-please d-don't do this...p-please! ...d-don't r-rape me..."

randomfox12245: The cat purred (even growled) in approval as the pathetic pleading from the squirrel danced through his ears, making him grin and twitch before, without a word, he thrusted in. His hot, predatory shaft buried itself in the poor, helpless squirrel's depths in one fluid motion, coming to rest as the feline pressed his hips against the squirrels rump and his throbbing orbs churned against that soft delectable fur. A deep rumble escaped from his chest at the fervent feelings flooding the predator, the rodenty insides clinging around him like he was a cog finally sliding into place, like he fit perfectly. A pleasant sensation, but the pleasure flooding his brain didn't allow him time to dwell on it before he submitted to his own primal desires and grabbed his claws into the rodents sensitive flesh to hold him in place, his body acting on some ancestral mechanism he didn't understand while his hips moved on their own. He wanted release, but he forced himself to hold back, wanting this to last, to use the prey in his grasp to his fullest instead of just using him as a substitute for pawing off. His back arched and his spine tingled, tail going all a fritz and toes curling in pleasure. This was more than just using some prey critter as opposed to some other predator partner, more than even using him as an organic sex toy; this was something deeper, a total fulfillment of some greater purpose, the completion of some puzzle deep inside himself he never knew he was missing a piece to until now. And it all swelled up in an unstoppable crescendo of climax, a white fury of release and total satisfaction that left the entire experience a distant memory to be replaced with afterglow. After a few agonizing minutes of bliss and a few shining seconds of twitching, tense perfection...he collapsed, crushing the squirrel 'neath his frame.

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel could only whimper as the cat purred in response to his desperate plea for mercy, the lowly little beg serving as the final barrier between getting raped and not getting raped; it felt like it was his last stand to try and finagle his way out of the terrible situation he was in and escape un-violated, the fact that this cat wanted to eat him as well a distant memory in the face of this horrible scenario. The rodent was left to wait in agonizing silence for a moment or two as the feline purred and growled in approval, just enough time to perhaps form some kind of outlandish squirrelly fantasy of the cat simply getting off of him, patting him on the head, and sending him on his way. As expected, this was not the case. The squirrel let out a long, pitiful little squeal as the feline penetrated him, sliding his predator shaft deep into the squirrel's tail-hole, the terrible sensation of his little squirrelly butt being filled with the cat's meat causing him to squeak up a storm of pitiful little sad noises of all kinds. It almost didn't even matter if the feline continued to rape him or not at this point - with a kitty-cock jammed up your innocent little squirrelly rump, everything hopeless and unenjoyable about your situation couldn't be more obvious. The squirrel's insides immediately clenched hard around the foreign presence, the squirrel's body wondering what it was doing there and trying to force it back out the way it came but the little rodent's meager biological response seemed to be about as effective as his physical one to this pleasure-driven kitty. Another little squeal came from the squirrel as the feline roughly gripped him and began to pump in and out of his stuffed little tail-hole. As the cat began to hump him, desperate little attempts at pleading floated weakly from the squirrel's lungs, the little guy squeaking with every thrust.

"...egh...n-no...n-no, p-ple*ugh*...p-please s-stop...*squeak*...p-please! *ugh*..."

These pitiful little mutterings continued pretty much throughout, despite the fact that the feline almost seemed to not be able to hear them. The squirrel was simply left  by himself, ironically, as he was violated by the predator. Suddenly, though, just as he was beginning to pick up speed, the rodent squealed yet again as the cat gave one final thrust into him and he felt an explosion of warmth through his rear, the predator filling his butt with kitty-cream. The rodent cried out one final time as the predator climaxed before being flattened and pinned against the bed by the exhausted pred, the little squirrel squeaking and squirming and clenching to try and get the feline out of him.

randomfox12245: The feline was a fur heap of panting and shuddering, his tail spazzing out as a lightning rod of all the energy that was trying to leave his body post orgasm, with a room filling with musk that would ensure no prey would dare inhabit the room for months to come. It had all felt so good, but like a dream the specifics of why were foggy and beyond recollection. It didn't really matter though - his squirrel was now stuffed and his loins were empty, so all was right in the world, or at least they would be in a few minutes once he'd filled his belly. The kitty was all purrs as he pushed himself off the rodent, giving him some predator scented air to breathe while he pulled his spent kitty-shaft free of his leaking rump, absentmindedly reaching down to pet and scritch at his little used up wad of rodent. It didn't take long for the feelings of afterglow to pass, and with it he sighed, regarding the squirrel under him as if realizing he was there for the first time, before shrugging and picking him up and giving him one last tasting lick before slipping him inside his maw. He was tired, spent, and hungry, so the energy for laying down mental anguish and torment on the little rodent would have to settle with being replaced by simply eating him as if he were a mere afterthought, not even a meal worth really enjoying, just something to fill his belly post coital. That wasn't to say the kitty wasn't enjoying himself of course; what cat didn't moan and let his eyes roll back as the flavor of rodent melted over his taste buds and the lovely squirm of live prey rubbed against his inner walls to make him salivate and swallow with all the more vigor?

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel, exhausted from the experience, simply resigned to his little squeaks and twitches as he desperately tried to get the feline's shaft out of him. It wasn't working of course, but it just felt so horrible to still have it in there, even after the kitty was finished with him. Okay fine, you raped me, just pull out of me please! It's icky! He would be whimpering if he weren't so spent - being raped tends to take a lot out of you! Feeling and hearing how much the feline had enjoyed himself sent waves of horror through his system - the cat had /raped/ him and he enjoyed it! He didn't even pretend to feel sorry or anything, he simply squashed the squirrel underneath him while sultrily panting and huffing. He behaved exactly as he would if this had all been consensual, no admission that he had violated him. Finally, though, the squirrel let out a little whimper as the cat pushed himself up and off of the poor little rodent, pulling his spent shaft free of his squirrelly rump, the sensation of it being tugged out of him causing another little squeak and weak flinch. The rodent once again couldn't bring himself to look his predator in the eyes as the kitty gently petted and scritched him, his eyes shut tight. Suddenly though, after an uncountable number of moments in post-rape horror at what had been done to his body had gone by, the squirrel yelped softly as the cat grabbed him and lifted his limp, tired frame. The squirrel just weakly whimpered in the cat's grasp, everything else in the world not close enough for his squirrel mind to consider. He was still reeling at the knowledge that he had just been raped by a cat...he wasn't ready to take in anymore stimulus. Even the lick from the feline went completely without reaction at first, the frazzled rodent's mind having almost completely forgotten how this whole thing started in the first place in the chaos of it all. Just as his mind was starting to come back online and reverse gears to get itself into a position where it would be able to actually function properly, his entire world went dark as his upper body was slurped up into the cat's maw. ...w-what's he doing, e-eating me? ...oh....oh, my god - he is! That's right! He /is/ eating me! Suddenly dropped into the cold pool of shock yet again, the rodent weakly squirmed in the cat's grip, his spent and almost completely limp body only offering the most pitiful and easily manageable resistance as the cat gobbled his rape toy up.

randomfox12245: The feline purred in pleasure upon bliss as he swallowed down his rodenty fuck toy, suckling over his earthy-tasting frame and lulling back and shuddering as he passed down his gullet. Eating the little rodent was one thing, he'd eaten rodents before when purchased off the shelves, but this one was something else all together, a total vindication of his status as a predator. He'd caught the pathetic little furball in a useless attempt at hiding, quelling the critter that had nothing to offer his kin as a whole and was good for doing nothing besides wait around and take up space when he should have been filling a belly long ago, had caught him with his own two hands as an extension of his admittedly paltry hunting skills that never the less felt entirely more complete than the simple exchange and trade of buying a morsel, had taken out some pent up frustration on his pitiful form and utterly used him as little more than an object for his own release as he was good for nothing more, and was now swallowing him, condemning him to the rest of his life as mere food to spend the remainder of his days churned against his feline belly for sustenance. It was a feeling of more then pleasure, more then simple dopamine released in the brain to trigger a positive reaction to stimuli; this was fulfillment, utter completion of his life as a predator, doing what he had been put on this planet to do and doing it to its utter completion at that. Distantly in the back of his mind he wondered if the squirrel felt the same way, fulfilling that same purpose but from the other side of the coin, but it was quickly lost. It didn't matter what the squirrel felt, only that the predator enjoying him so felt it, thanks to his contributions. His head tilted back and let gravity draw the rodent down, the little morsels body slipping past his lips and squeezed into his gullet to be tugged to his ultimate destination, the kitty's scratchy tongue enjoying his flavor as he spread over it. He tasted good, with an extra high for his taste buds when his hips slipped into his maw, that kitty-cum stuffed butt leaking in his mouth and leaving a small trail down his chin, making the carnivore giggle around his meal before giving an all encompassing gulp to send the last of the rodent on his way. He enjoyed the feeling of him down his throat for a moment or two before he burst past the cervix separating the two and plopped into his belly, making it bulge out just so with the obvious sign of a full predator. The cat had to groan and rub over the squirrel outline jiggling underneath, settling into place, smirking dumbly as he felt his own seed staining his fur and licking at it shamelessly, still tasting of squirrel even after it had leaked free of his tender insides.

Isaac Shadetail: As the purr of the feline reverberated all around him and the rough kitty tongue rubbed him all over, the squirrel could only manage small little squeaks of '...n-no...' or '...p-please..." as he was swallowed by the merciless feline. The feeling of being slurped down to his life's final destination giving him a small burst of stubborn energy, the prey gave his last few desperate squirms as his whole body was completely enveloped by the feline's flesh. The squirrel had been utterly dominated by the predator - he had been snatched up like the easy little catch he is (...er.../was/), had been granted absolutely no pity or mercy from what he had brought upon himself by being born a squirrel, had been used as a mere disposable toy to give his pred pleasure, and was currently being gobbled up by the very same feline, being imprisoned as mere food and filling for his belly to enjoy. What else was left to be done to him? There was absolutely no scrap of the rodent being a real person, or anything short of a mere utility for a predator's enjoyment for that matter, remaining. He was owned completely and totally by this predator. Everything in his life leading up to this had simply been stalling until he took his place inside of this feline. The very last thing the squirrel heard was the feline giggle around his form before a strong and audible 'GULP' sealed his fate and pulled him down into the feline's stomach chamber, where he would spend the rest of his days, keeping the feline full and content. The squirrel let out one final squeak as he finally slipped away into the cat's very body. That was it - the squirrel was all gone. As he became completely encased in kitty tummy flesh and the predator belly all around him began to churn and knead and squeeze him in an attempt to replace some of the energy that raping him had taken away, the squirrel was left to simply wiggle weakly and whine softly as he settled into his proper place and home as kitty food.

randomfox12245: The feline crouched there, in some primal post meal stance on his hands and knees as he basked in the initial wave of pleasure from devouring his prey, his gut hanging and swaying under him while he panted and drooled and leaked. He took back all the snide remarks he'd made to his girlfriend and all his fellow predators, insulting and belittling them for going out and personally hunting and catching their own prey to eat with their own two hands, propping up the convenience of reaping the fruits of others' labor as superior. But they had all been right, this was truly the ultimate expression of what it meant to be a predator and he wasn't sure if he could ever go back to just shopping for snacks like before. Only the real thing, stalked and snatched with his own two hands could suffice him now. Basking in it for a bit, purring and moaning while his stomach churned and the squirrel was rocked a bit as he was fed upon inside, completely at his predator's mercy. He'd be where ever the kitty wanted him from now on, wherever the predator was the squirrel would be, any decision he had in his life to ever make taken from him. As if he'd ever had any before, living in this run down little room in this pathetic prey ghetto, but now he had even less. And that knowledge just kept swimming through the feline's head; that through his own hard labor, his half-assed hunt, he'd completely dominated some pathetic excuse for prey and now he was in utter control of the little critter...and the only use he saw fit for him now was food. With a groan he stood up and gave his belly a nice rub over, mewling pleasantly before he made for the exit. He had a girlfriend to show off to after all, and he had a feeling the faint scent of squirrel rape he had wafting about would finally get her to hike up that tail!