randomfox12245: The vulpine's ears twitched as he heard the knock at the door, smiling to himself as he rushed to answer it. In defiance of the more outgoing stereotype his species had attached to it, this foxy was pretty agoraphobic, so attending to his more predatory urges could be pretty difficult...especially since that pizza delivery person union made the cliché scenario harder to get away with. Luckily, the internet provided a solution for that particular problem and he posted an ad looking for preys who might come to him intending to be tucked away under his pudge, and luckily one of his favorite sub-species of rodent had answered. They'd agreed to 'give into nature' around this time, so he wasn't surprised to find a nervous looking squirrel standing on his doorstep when he answered the bell, a sight that just made that smile of his spread even bigger. Solitary or not, this was still quite the mischievous fox just as capable of all manner of perversions, but he tried to make them a bit less obvious outside of his toothy grin as he invited the squirrel inside, not wanting to scare the obviously hesitant little guy with too much all at once. Some people preferred to get in the pool one toe at a time after all, and this fox was prepared to be quite the affectionate tub for this particular swimmer. "Hey cutie, glad you could make it! Come in and make yourself at home~." He stood aside to let his guest come in, holding off on the teasing 'til the little guy acclimatized a bit first. Didn't wanna ruin his opportunity by rushing things and scaring him off just yet.

Isaac Shadetail: Nico was practically shaking with a stomach-wrentching combination of nervousness and excitement. He never did things like this; it was really out of character for him. The little squirrel was experiencing such a clash of brain waves, it almost made his head hurt. The rodent's personality was what most would expect from his species - he was very timid and shied away from most social activities. He had a hard time interacting with people and would often simply lose his nerve and run off to hide before even getting anywhere. What set this little rodent apart, however, was a little kink of his that he'd had since before his memories even started to form. Although he kept it a secret from those around him, this squirrel was obsessed with getting eaten. Since before he could remember, his most prevalent thoughts all contained the little morsel of a rodent getting caught by some hungry creature or another and toyed with before being slurped up into those soft, inviting lips and being gulped down like a mere snack. He could never explain why he enjoyed fantasizing about such things (it went against every natural prey instinct, after all!) but those thoughts were constant and had been there the rodent's entire life. Of course, he was too shy to actually discuss or bring this up to anyone so his fascination with becoming a mere scrap of food to a much must powerful being was left to flourish in the form of stories he would find by people with similar afflictions about all kinds of prey critters (including some about squirrels, much to his delight!) getting devoured by a rolodex of species of predator. A few years into secretly exploring his little obsession, he had stumbled upon NomList, a site he had never heard of before. Preds would place ads on it for potential prey whenever they felt a burning need to fill their bellies or just have some fun with a critter lower than them on the food chain. Although he was far too shy to actually respond to any of them, the ads and their wording certainly were a treasure trove of fapping material, at the very least! A few days later, though, the squirrel had stumbled upon an ad that he'd bookmarked, reason being that the pred that had posted it was a fox. This squirrel had a real thing for foxes...they were probably his favorite preds and he had spent a good deal of time dreaming up scenarios in which squirrel-craving foxies tucking the little rodent away where he belonged. Although initially brushing off the desperate desire to respond to it, something burned inside him to actually respond to this one, though he knew he would never gather the courage to actually do it. After a day or two of sitting on it, though, he had finally bitten the bullet and decided that this would be the one. He would at least give it a shot - what's the worst that could happen? That's how he ended up in the hallway of the fox's apartment building, a shaky paw reaching up to give a few gentle knocks on the hard, metal door. The squirrel literally gasped when the door opened (having successfully avoided simply bolting when he heard it begin to unlock), the metal door swinging open to reveal the most awe-inspiring sight he had even seen. He'd never seen a fox up close and in person before and could only offer an amazed, wide-eyed stare as the vulpine welcomed him into his apartment. Nodding at the fox's words, he quickly stepped inside, heart doing backflips in his chest.

randomfox12245: The fox couldn't help but feel a swelling of joy in his chest as he observed his little guest half skip into his abode, and half hold himself back from turning tail and running. He was glad he gave into the former urge though and, after closing and re-locking the door behind them of course, gently placed a hand on the rodent's shoulder and lead him to his living room, inviting him to sit down and relax a bit while he got them something to drink. Nico wasn't the first critter to respond to his ad, though he did appear to be the most...hesitant. Foxes had a knack for noticing things like this being a devious blend of feline and canine (as the comparisons went) and this particular predator found, when it came to nervous cases like this sweet little rodent, they always felt more comfortable with him and their inevitable fate as his food if they just took a minute upon arriving to chat just a bit over some drinks. After all, predators tended to have a pretty overwhelmingly negative reputation about them, being holier than thou sadists who thought all prey existed to fill out their midsections and had no other purpose in life and should be looked upon as inferiors. For this fox though nothing could be further from the truth, and as he sat next to the squirrel he'd invited over for a specific singular purpose he wanted to make sure above all that before he took the plunge, he knew that his predator had nothing but gratitude and respect for the one willing to offer himself up as prey. "So, Nico, this is your first time, right? What made you respond to my ad?" he smiled warmly while taking a sip of some root beer, putting on a practiced face of pure interest as he awaited an answer while reclining onto his comfy couch.

Isaac Shadetail: Nico flinched slightly as he heard the door shut behind him, too distracted with the sudden noise that just signaled such finality to his sort of frazzled squirrelly mind to notice the fox re-locking it. Instead, he jumped as the predator rested a hand on his shoulder, then immediately blushed a little at his action, a small smile spreading across his face. His heart nearly jumped right out through his head when the vulpine touched him; he had felt the grip of a predator so many times in his mind but it was a completely different matter to actually experience it for real. It just made it sink in - this was no smutty little story online or vague fantasy in his head...this was real! He could feel his blood begin to pump faster as the fox led him further into his impressive apartment. He just nodded and obeyed when the predator motioned for him to sit down, his vocal chords not quite ready at that moment to vibrate in any way, shape, or form. As the predator slinked off to fetch them something to drink, Nico's eyes scanned his surroundings, trying to take in as much as he could. He still couldn't believe he was doing this and that he was actually in this fox's apartment. He'd spent so much time talking himself down from moments of courage where he was determined to reply to the pred's ad but knew he really wouldn't and would just cave in a moment of weakness that it was very surreal to be where he was. It was all really happening...he could only focus on what was happening at that moment, ideas as to what would be happening any later than right now were too much for the frazzled squirrelly to handle. The rodent found himself instantly snapping to a sitting-up-straight-position when the predator reentered the room, his prey mind still telling him to be as respectful as he could. He was a rather submissive squirrel, after all! The rodent took the beverage offered to him and squeaked in lieu of a 'thank you' that his lungs weren't ready to form. He instantly took a small sip, his mouth and throat feeling very dry. He couldn't help but feel himself get excited as the fox sat down right next to him. He was sitting next to a fox! He couldn't believe it! His breathing quickened as he took another sip of his drink to try and calm his nerves, a typically preyish inclination. He had to try really hard to work up the strength to actually respond to the pred's questions, the squirrel blushing again as his first attempt at words came out as a mere squeak instead.

"U-um...yes, sir...I, um..."

He felt his face redden as he reeled at the sound of his own voice - it sounded like someone else's at that point!

"...I've always had a...*thing* for...y'know...foxes..."

He squeaked again as if the word 'fox' itself was now taboo and off limits just because he was sitting next to one.

randomfox12245: Said fox had to smirk in that ironically Cheshire cat way as he heard that little detail, his bushy tail flicking about in approval as he managed to get a couple statements from his new little friend which, judging from what he'd seen so far, was no small accomplishments. Gave the vulpine goosebumps when he thought about it; he could tell pent up repression when he saw it, and here he was about to literally make this adorable rodent's dreams come true! Wasn't he a nice guy? And humble too! "Well, I'm flattered! We do kinda have it all, don't we?" He chuckled to himself before setting his drink down, letting his hand rest on the squirrels shoulder again, his fingers digging into some exposed fur in an effort to stimulate some pleasured tingles from some nerve endings. "But you don't have to call me sir. I'm Ro, and I'm just a guy...a hungry guy with a special diet..." He resisted another chuckle at that, opting instead to lean closer to his submissive guest and indulge in a more primal instinct to take a sniff at his little future food, shuddering and stopping just short of liking his lips. Baby steps, after all. "...but still just a guy. Like you. I'm a little shy myself, you know...that's why I'm depending on sweet little preys like you to come to me instead of going out and doing the hunting myself...or maybe I'm just lazy." He stuck his tongue out teasingly at that one, risking that he'd done enough to make Nico comfortable with him, at least as much as he'd need to be to let him pull him closer just short of sitting the little guy on his lap! "I know we predators try to construct this...ideal image, but come on." Another soft smile graced his lips, this one imbuing his next words with an almost otherworldly honesty that made it hard to believe was just being said to butter the little squirrel up, as one might suspect of a fox. "Really we depend on adorable little prey like you. We wouldn't be here withoutcha, so way I see it, that makes you a lot more valuable...a lot more essential than the big scarey predators."

Isaac Shadetail: Though he longed to look into the eyes of an actual real-life fox, Nico stopped himself short at first for a few reasons. The deepest and hardest one to shake was probably prey instincts. While it's true that this squirrel had a certain kink for doing something that went against every single instinct as a prey already, he had still been raised as every other squirrel had been raised and had a deep, built-in fear of looking into a pred's eyes, let alone a fox's. The other was respect - he had just met this fox after all and he didn't want to accidentally offend him in any way or anything like that; he didn't want this meeting to end before it even had time to properly begin. The squirrel would squeak softly at the fox's statement, at how it seemed the vulpine was reading his mind. Had it all indeed! While the rodent fancied many species in his fantasies and daydreams of being devoured and would really be happy with pretty much anything, he held a very special place on that list for vulpes vulpes. He didn't like to play favorites, but...it was hard with foxes being so plainly awesome and all! The rodent felt at least a little proud of himself for not jumping yet again at the vulpine placing a hand on his shoulder, though he did let a small gasp slip out as his arm tingled where the fox had grasped him. It felt so nice to have even a small part of him held in the fox's grip...he couldn't imagine what actually living out his deepest fantasies with this foxy would be like...again, though, one step at a time. The squirrel nodded at the vulpine's instructions for addressing him, making a mental note of the predator's name before he felt himself let another gasp escape at the predator uttering the word 'diet'. Any word having to do with eating or food coming from the fox's mouth...ooh, that was a real treat for his squirrelly ears! The rodent shivered and felt his eyes close as the fox sniffed him as if sampling a piece of meat, like the way he would check to see if seeds were too stale to be satisfying as meal. That was quite a shock, and one that was more than welcome! This was so much better than he thought it would be! He also couldn't help but squeak as he blushed again at the predator referring to him as 'sweet'...then, something occurred to him. Did he mean sweet, or.../sweet/? This thought earned another small shiver from the rodent and he finally broke his rule of no eye contact to glance up at the predator's gaze just in time to see the fox stick his tongue out. The squirrel's eyes widened at the sight and he could feel his heart-rate soar. A fox's tongue...a real fox's tongue...*shiver*...the same one that would, if everything went to plan, lick him all over and...baby steps, baby steps... The squirrel's eyes widened even more as he was pulled closer to the grinning vulpine as the predator articulated his rather unorthodox views on prey worth, the rodent unable to stop himself from blushing again not only at being referred to as 'adorable' but also the way the predator referred to his kind. "More essential" than preds? He had never been called anything like that in his whole life as a mere squirrel! He smiled wide at the flattering viewpoint.

randomfox12245: Now Ro wasn't exactly a people person of course, but what he lacked in icebreakers and cocktail party jokes, he made up for in pure predatory instinct. His parents liked to say he was an early bloomer and, despite his hesitance to go to social events and the like, he had plenty of experience in getting blushing, squirming morsels tucked away where they belonged. So needless to say, he'd gotten quite good at interpreting when he was on the right track when he put on the charm, and he was very encouraged to see Nico so receptive to his advances! All he'd done was tell him that yes indeed, he wanted to reduce the little guy to nothing but a lump of pudge in his belly and sniffed him a bit, and already the squirrel was practically making a stain in his pants. Sometimes it was just too easy, but it was also sometimes just to hard to resist dragging things out. "I'm glad you decided to come over though, you really look...well, can I have a taste?" He grinned, knowing that'd probably catch him off guard and swooped in before he could answer anyway, letting his broad tongue brush against his cheek in a long, tender slurp before drawing it back and smacking his lips a bit, "Oh yeah, just like I thought...delicious." Apparently Ro had figured it was time to start the relentlessly teasing part of the whole predator/prey relationship, and boy did he have a catalog of complements and promises for potential snacks to get them all too willing to present themselves for consumption. "I'm glad you say you liked foxes, tasty, 'cause I gotta admit a preference for squirrels myself." The fox made sure his intentions and motions were well advertised before he scooped the manhandle-able little rodent up onto his lap, letting him keep his legs together so he could hide his shame for now, but still willing to go as far as to take one of the little guy's hands and press it against his clearly-well-fed-belly for a bit, letting his fingers squish against the pudge before a well timed hungry growl vibrated through his palm. As a society that quite obviously embraced a more primal view of species relations, though it clearly saw no harm in evolving regulating and generally making it more safe, it was also a conventionally held and instinctually bred view to see (for lack of a less blunt way to put it) chubby predators as desireable. At least to other predators. It was, after all, the most obvious way the body broadcasted its caloric intake, and in ancient times that meant the one who had the largest body consumed the most prey and was the most successful hunter, which usually garanteed strong and fit kits. Nowadays that kind of outlook wasn't really necessary, but same as the way large chesticles had remained a sign of sexual desireability beyond the time they advertized fertility, pudgey predators still got plenty of free tail. For prey though it was different; they'd been bred to see larger preds as even more worthy of fear since, well...they were obviously good at catching and consuming them. But for prey who had a fetish for being caught and consumed it just meant someone who probably knew how to make the magic happen, so to speak, and Ro was willing to bet that was the way it was for Nico. "Hope you're the kind of snack who appreciates a...hmm...body like mine. Lots of other tasty preys like you went to making it..." Experience was sexy, right? Virgins are so last century. The fox let out a tiny giggle before leaning in and offering the rodent another lick across his forehead, letting the flavor wash over his pallet and shuddering in uncontrolled approval at the natural taste of an unsullied morsel.  "Mmm, so sweet~! I'm so thankful you decided to come over, Nico; you're gonna sit well in there, I can already tell..." Now was the time Ro took a bit to lean back, give the prey some breathing room and see if he'd rather stay in the fresh air than continue drowning in his predatory dominance, fixing on the squirrel with concerned, gentle eyes until he was sure he hadn't given his guest too much to deal with at once. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? I can slow down if you want me too."

Isaac Shadetail: Nico could feel all sorts of tingles just under his skin, the fact that a vulpine predator was so near just tickled at his nerves like nothing else had ever done before. He really couldn't believe this was all happening; all of the fantasizing, all of the day dreams, all of the curling up under his covers and squirming around in the dark, warm cocoon of soft bedding and pretending he was actually in the warm, squishy belly of some predator that had snatched the little squirrel up for lunch...this was so much more than that...this was the real thing. He didn't have to close his eyes and pretend to see a hungry predator anymore...he just had to look to his right! Now that his no staring rule had been broken without any reprimanding from the predator, Nico just couldn't help himself and continued to gaze into the vulpine's eyes. He couldn't even make himself fantasize about actually being inside of this fox yet...he was just getting over the fact that he was near one at all... Nico felt himself redden a little more at the predator's mention of his happiness that he'd showed up; in fact, it almost earned another shiver before such an action was cut short before it even happened by the jaw-droppingly stunning view of the fox (tongue out and all) headed right towards him! It was for the best that the fox assumed his answer to be yes as not only was it plainly obvious to both parties that it was exactly what the squirrel wanted but, if actually given the opportunity to respond proper, the rodent probably wouldn't have been able to muster much more than a squeak in response to a question he'd only dreamt a predator would ask him. Instead, Nico's reply came in the form of a surprised squeak followed by a gentle moan as he felt that soft fox tongue give a nice, strong lick to his face. All of the squirrel's systems went haywire in response; his mind and body were instantly filled with conflicting reports. The prey side of his mind instantly set several alarm bells off at the feeling of a predator tongue brushing against his fur and skin, screaming for him to run. The other side, however...it nearly completely shut off in response to the squirrel finally experiencing something he had thus far only experienced as pretend and fantasy. The squirrel's eyes shut as the fox tongue retreated back from whence it came, the rodent letting out a soft whimper as the predator complimented his taste, just pushing Nico's mind further up into the clouds. Good thing he was sitting down, because his legs would have given out if he were standing. The squirrel, his eyes still closed, let out a shaky, shivering breath as the predator expressed his fondness for his species. It nearly took the squirrel's breath away - he was always on the search for stories and such featuring squirrels which were oddly hard to come by. Although, of course, that just made the ones he found more precious and cherished. But...to hear a real-life predator (that had just tasted him no less!) actually say right to his face that he liked squirrels...oh, the rodent actually drifted back in his seat a little bit, his posture drooping a little from his at-attention sitting style. It was well timed, seeing as how that was the exact moment the fox decided to lift the little guy up into his lap, the squirrel quite limp and easy to move about. Nico reopened his eyes and shivered in the predator's lap when he realized where he was, too lost in mental pleasure to look back into the vulpine's eyes. The squirrel was very curious (though most emotions were hiding behind the fog of bliss he was currently in) as the fox took his hand but everything else almost completely disappeared when the fox pressed it up against his own belly, the squirrel letting out another low whimper and shivering again slightly at the sensation. The belly...what Nico had spent so much time thinking about... It was the fundamental difference between predator and prey - one can fit in the others' belly, the other cannot. That stomach...oh...how many preys just like him had disappeared into the soft, squishy confines of the very organ Nico's hand was now pressed against? How many lowly little snacks like him had taken that plunge and took their place as just a few extra digits on the fox's bathroom scale? The second lick was just the cherry on the sundae and the squirrel squeaked in bliss. As his squirrelly mind wandered in exploration of the fox's words...he was already talking about how he would be in his belly...*shiver*...the rodent was not at all able to answer the predator's question in the conventional way, instead answering it by the very fact that he was unable to speak.

randomfox12245: At first the fox was a bit worried at the lack of response, wondering if perhaps he's gone a bit too far too quickly, but with all that shivering and squeaking and being stared at in barely repressed awe...you didn't have to know anything about body language to see how much Nico was enjoying himself.  It put a little smirk of pride for the squirrel on his face to know he was going at just the right speed. He couldn't begin to guess just how deep his little prey's fantasies went of course, all he knew was he felt a familiar hunger from the little squirrel, the craving for more. It was all just so easy, so fun to make the tastyboys squirm like that, seeing what they had in store for his sensitive inner walls when he actually got them down. It was hard to resist the urge to just keep teasing until the little guy was ready to blow! So, of course, he didn't. With an only slightly over-aggressive growl, Ro pulled his guest into a possessive hug, squishing his face into that squirrel devouring belly and letting him listen to its hungry rumbles. "Oh man, you are just perfect! Put yourself on a plate for me whydontcha! You're just...everything that makes squirrels prey! Meek, delicious, blushing~ Oh there's a reason you're way down there on the food chain, while I'm way up here." He chuckled at his own words, his act breaking a bit as you could practically see him disbelieving his own crap as he really got into the dominance act. Hey, some people liked to feel like they were just objects, edible ones, to be owned and enjoyed, and since Ro could just tell the squirrel in his grasp was one of those types and he'd already made it clear the fox wanted him to enjoy himself...well, he was more than happy to pretend. "Mmm, just look at you, swooning over my belly, just begging me to shut up and scarf you down like the junk food you are. But that's just selling yourself short! Depressed little vixens could have you as comfort food, you're better than trail mix for any hiking trip, hell they could sell you on a street side vender and in a four star restraunt. That's the best part about rodents, you're so multi-purposeful. Any occasion, any time, it's probably a good reason to have a squirrel. Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Tea Time? Happy Hour? Midnight snack?" he emphasised the next couple of words with a series of progressively more savory licks between each repetition, "Squirrel, squirrel, squirrel, squirrel...squirrel." After so many he couldn't contain himself and let out a foxy moan of his own, a satisfied purr vibrating through their bodies and an impatient growl echoing from his belly. All this teasing, and Nico wasn't the only one being affected. "It's a wonder there are any squirrels out there who aren't filling bellies. They're practically your natural habitat! A belly is where you belong...where you're meant to be." Another shudder tingled up the vulpine's back and gave him a thought. With some deliberate slow sensuality, he put a hand to the rodent's chin and turned it up to look the hungry predator in the eyes again, the fox leaning closer to get a nice deep look into those glistening, needy orbs and smiled. "You belong to me." he said in a mix of his natural, respectful voice and his more growly, predatory one.

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel's mind continued to swim with fog in the face of such treatment, the pause in the predator's words causing it to coast on fumes as what the predator had said echoed around in his head. The rodent couldn't help but let out another squeak as the predator pulled him into a hug, his face being buried in foxy belly flesh, Nico letting out another quiet little moan that was muffled further by the fox's tummy fur as he practically melted into the pred's embrace, nuzzling the vulpine's belly fondly with his eyes still closed. Suddenly, his squirrel ears picked up on something he was surprised he hadn't noticed yet - the predator's stomach growling. The noise in and of itself sent a small shiver down the squirrel's spine, but...with his face pressed tight against the vulpine stomach, that sound of the belly growling...growling for him...was enough to make the squirrel almost go numb. That noise was the fox's body saying that it wanted him inside - it wouldn't stop making that noise until it had Nico within its tight and squishy confines, only satisfied when the squirrel was rightfully trapped and sealed up in the fox's very body. The squirrel let out a series of tiny whimpers as, his body pressed up against the predator's experienced midsection, the fox articulated how easy it was to see Nico's proper place on the food chain and specifically the correctness of the positioning of two particular species - foxes and squirrels. The rodent just squeaked happily as he continued nuzzling the pred's belly, listening to the wonderful noises it made as it demanded to have his form inside of it and completely giving in to the superior creature. What happened next turned Nico into a limp, squeaking, belly-nuzzling, completely submissive little rodent; the fox's ocean of words and taunts floated through Nico's ears and almost made the little guy completely shut down in light of the overwhelming teasing. Nico was in subby little prey heaven! Never before had anyone said these things about him...this was not re-wording and finagling an existing quote he found in some story to fit his species or his personality type or his favorite type of predator, or anything like that. No; again, this was the real thing. This was an actual pred really saying all these things to and about /him/. He had never experienced that before and it turned his limbs nearly to jelly as he collapsed further into the pred's midsection, letting out a tiny little squeak in response to every lick. It was as if, every time he couldn't believe a pred had just said that about him, the fox just one-upped himself and caused the rodent to gasp in a burst of mental pleasure once more. Completely limp, the squirrel offered absolutely no resistance when the predator tilted his head up to meet his own gaze, the rodent's eyes slowly cracking open and looking into that predatory stare as the fox regarded his own. After yet another little squeak in response to the fox's statement (one the squirrel couldn't not agree with more), the rodent nodded 'yes' softly, still keeping their eyes locked the whole time.

"...I...I b-belong to you..."

randomfox12245: The fox's grin nearly threatened to encompass his whole face at that, the sweet stuttering little voice completely giving himself into the domineering predatory presence! Oh his own instincts were flaring up at that, a familiar primal desires bubbling up and exploding from every pore as he regarded his little future snack, and one could almost see his pupils sharpen into slits, thought that might just have been a trick of the light as the fox leaned closer and licked his lips. Ro could have spent hours pouring more honeyed up words onto his willing little preyslut, but the more Nico gave in the more impatient his body became. The squirrel was all but pouring salad dressing on himself, why hasn't he been eaten yet, said his stomach in another loud growl...and the thing of it was Ro was starting to wonder the same thing himself. Suddenly, wordlessly, he slid his hands under the rodent's shirt, taking advantage of his submissive limp state to pull it up and away before pulling the squirrelly up and licking over his chest, leaving a saliva trail to his shoulder where he just lightly applied the slightest pressure with his teeth to hold the rodent still as he suckled at the tender flesh, moaning from the flavor, all while he moved to strip the poor thing of his lower clothing as well. This fox'd had enough of talking, there was plenty of material he could use once Nico filled his belly after all, but right now he just HAD to eat this adorable little squeaker, and those clothes would just get in the way of experiencing the full potential of his already well enjoyed flavor. Once his treat had been properly unwrapped, the fox panted softly in anticipation, letting little pillows of hot predator breath invade the submissive critter's lung, once again letting him know he was in very experienced hands and that he was just another disposable feeder rodent. Oh how Ro wanted to let off one last little quip, a expression of affection and gratitude for his food, or perhaps yet another tingly tease of dominance, hell even a wordless stroking to take his breath away, but nothing came to mind. For once it was the predator who was the speechless one, with only one possible means of expressing how he felt: to open wide. The fox's jaw parted just enough to make the prey staring into his waiting maw realize how he was just the perfect size to slide right in, on top of the more physical sight of a pulsing maw dripping with drool and leading to a winking ring of flesh that lead to the endless dark abyss of a gullet, all laid out over the perfect welcoming mat of a broad, undulating tongue, which happily folded out to press just under Nico's chin only to slowly draw the delectable squirrel closer, a slightly forceful invitation to come home.

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel's insides churned at having completed the simple statement, a charge of electricity going through the rodent's entire body when the fox just grinned in response, that trademark vulpine smile jolting every nerve of his awake. Of all the mental images he had of foxes, they were always grinning. This was most likely an expression of the classic foxy stereotype of tricky critters with something always up their sleeves, someone you could never truly trust (especially if you were of the preyish persuasion). The squirrel meant what he said - he had completely and utterly given his existence to this predator to do as he wanted. The rodent's mind, body, and soul were his to own. The rodent's breathing quickened as the fox's eyes sharpened (like a stalking predator right before the pounce) and that wonderful foxy tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick his lips, the simple act sending even more volts down the squirrel's spine as he knew exactly what it meant. The vulpine suddenly seemed all the more predatory which just made Nico shiver even more. The rodent erupted into a flurry of squeaks and quick breathing as the fox wordlessly reached under the squirrel's shirt to effortlessly peel the cloth off of the morsel, only to follow it up with some fantastic licks to the fresh squirrelly surface. Nico let out a soft 'aaahhhh' when he felt those characteristically sharp fox teeth gently close on his shoulder, the feeling (and almost more importantly, the knowledge) that he was suckling on the rodent merely to get a nice helping of his flavor filling the squirrel's mind with preyish bliss. Soon after, a similar soundtrack of squeaks and little whimpers would sound as the fox completely disrobed him, the thought that he was merely discarding the tasteless clothing so he would be able to fully enjoy and appreciate his flavor (which only gave an even better and fuller indication of where he was headed) made the rodent almost ache with delight. The squirrel chittered in bliss as he was held, completely unwrapped and ready for nomming, in the powerful grasp of the species he had spent so much time daydreaming about. As the predator's warm breath flowed over him, he continued his little rodenty, squeaky soundtrack as he felt his time as food growing nearer. Everything about this fox indicated that Nico was but one of who-even-knows-how-many rodents just like him that had seen this very same sight. The squeaking, whimpering little rodent looked up into the vulpine's eyes with an utterly submissive, lowly pair of eyes and managed to speak despite how busy his brain was doing other things.

"...p-please...eat me..."

The sight of the fox's jaws parting caused a pleasure squeal to sound from the little rodentsnack as the nearly overwhelmed rodent let out a string of characteristically squirrel-like noises, a small sign that some remnants of his normal prey instincts (the ones telling him to struggle and beg and fight) were still in the background somewhere, though turned down far too much to hear clearly. He wanted to be in this fox's maw so badly! As the squirrel inched closer to the fox maw that seemed to call out for him, squeaking frantically in pleasure and joy, his weak and limp form would be child's play to slide in to the hungry foxy muzzle.

randomfox12245: With a practically limp rodent all but coming short of nuzzling himself into his mouth the fox made short work of drawing his perfectly sized little head entirely within his mouth, neatly managing enough room to close his lips around the rodent's neck and trap him inside. The maw was moist and soft, but enough light leaked in to give him a savory view of that still twitching gullet just before him, the tight fleshy tunnel that called for the squirrel's descent into the foxy belly, while his tongue slurped and lapped at every spare inch of Nico that it had contained in the wet chamber. Outside, Ro's eyes rolled back in bliss from the opportunity to drench every available taste bud in sweet rodent flavor while his instincts flared up in approval at the mouthful of submissive prey filling his cheeks. Part of him wanted to freeze that little moment in time, the beginning of his meal, and simply savor it forever, but his body wasn't willing to wait any longer. With an automatic push, the vulpine drew more of his tasty willing preyboy into his maw, pressing the rodent's face into that gaping ring of tight flesh and pressing him down his gullet while letting his shoulders pass beyond the threshold of his lips. Now with that mouth filling head squeezed down his gullet the fox could start swallowing in earnest, his tight and slimy throat tunnel clenching around the tender rodent to pull him deeper down and bring even more squirrel into his maw and down his throat, the poor fox barely giving himself time to enjoy his meal as he forced more and more of him down. But then, this wasn't a wine tasting; his stomach let out a hungry growl that was almost thunderous from within the predator's own digestive system, calling out to be filled with squirrel as soon as possible and satisfy his most carnal of desires (stomachs were selfish like that) and the fox was helpless to resist eons of evolution that compelled him to satisfy such a gluttonous organ. This left the poor impatient fox swallowing and gulping and shoveling as much squirrel as he could down that garbage disposal of a mouth of his. Not that Nico was garbage of course, quite the opposite since Ro was willing to classify him as a delicacy! But his own demanding instincts kept him from enjoying it like he wanted, thus sending the squirrel on the express version of his trip. But even when going fast forward, the journey was filled with sensual pleasure; the feeling of that tight, constricting gullet squeezing around his entire body with such single minded purpose, giving him a full body massage to encourage him on his way, his ears treated to a regular symphony of stomach grumbles all devoted in his honor, while a drooling foxy maw tasted over every inch that passed those lips, until nothing remained of the squirrel in the outside world but his clenched toes and a spasming fluffy tail. With the end of his meal so close the fox purred deeply, closed his eyes and leaned back and let the bliss wash over him before giving that final, claiming swallow, slurping up the last bit of submissive preyboy and sending it to join the rest of him, the rest of the world regarding him as little more then a bulge down the vulpine's front that quickly reached the end of its journey and dropped into that pudgey gut, leaving the fox to sigh and moan in content. To the world outside of the fox, what had once been a squirrel was now little more than a couple of shuddering lumps barely noticeable alongside natural prey-formed pudge. Inside, though, Nico spilled into the cramped belly all at once, forced to curl up to fit inside the hungry stomach while the opening that connected the tube to the gut itself quickly sealed up, trapping the prey where he belonged, in a fox's gut. The walls were covered in a natural viscus coating and a little pool of it sloshed about the bottom quarter of the chamber, that quickly got to work splashing and clinging to the rodent's tender flesh and soggying up his fur. The walls were fleshy almost jelly like, but that didn't stop them from immediately getting to work on the filling rodent that resided within its boarders, rocking and turning and flipping the squirrel about for a short hectic time until he settled into a more suitable pose that was both comfortable and pleasant for him, and allowed the best possible position for the stomach to get to work on him, which it did with gusto. Soon Nico was gently sloshed and rocked about in a rhythmic process by the organic cradle he inhabited, the belly treating the squirrel like any other piece of meat that passed by, which was apparently an incredibly first class experience albeit with very little elbow room. Now that the squirrel was being fed upon, the soupy substance that made his poor fur all soggy started to arouse at his sensitive skin, practically rubbing in the sensations from the outside in and filled him with the feelings of warmth and safety, the harmless process leaving him in one piece, and providing plenty of sustenance for the fox and an extra layer of pudge to his boastful midsection.

Isaac Shadetail: The squirrel let out a chattering of joy as he was expertly guided into the fox's wet, tasting maw. Though a slight tingle of fear resided somewhere deep in his rodenty brain, a mere unavoidable remnant of his squirrelly instincts that had since been manipulated by his forbidden passions throughout his life, the rodent experienced nothing but pure exuberance as his trip into the vulpine finally began. The feeling of the foxy's lips sealing around his neck felt so right and yet so amazing at the same time; right because he knew it was his true place in life and where he'd been meant to be since the day he was born and amazing because he couldn't believe he was finally able to experience it after all this time of secretly fantasizing and dreaming. This was so proper, so correct; the feeling of the fox's tongue slurping and rubbing him all over felt almost like the embrace of an old friend - initial shock wears off to just a deep sense of vague pleasure and the rodent found himself assisting the predator by timidly rubbing himself against the organ while he moaned softly as his body went crazy from getting to experience what it wanted so badly. Though every second of the descent into the pred's body would be savored and enjoyed, the rodent playfully squirmed a touch, trying to scoot himself forward on Ro's tongue, reaching out for that pitch black and seemingly endless throat that served as the prey's destination. The warmth of the predator's maw seeped into the squirrel's very core as he got a little preview as to what it would be like to finally plop into this predator's awaiting belly. Needless to say, this only caused his playful little squirmings to intensify as he desperately wanted to wiggle down deep into this pred where he knew he belonged. He wanted to be gobbled up like the little rodent snack he was - he owed it to his predator to be as tasty and squirmy and flavorful as he could possibly be. The squirrel squeaked and let out another soft moan as he felt warmth encase more and more of his body as the vulpine slid him further into his mouth. Again, though he wanted to be savored and enjoyed and he wanted his predator to fully luxuriate in the flavor his little rodent body had to offer, that dark tube was so close, he felt he could reach out and touch it! Thankfully, the rodent didn't have to wait long and Nico let out a string of pleasant whimpers and moans as he was forced into the tight tube of flesh that would carry him to his true home and proper place. The squirrel would seem just as eager as the fox to have the squirrel inside of the pred's belly. Now that he was being held in the tight, unyielding grasp of the predator's esophagus he could feel every little lurch forward, closer to the waiting gut, and counter it with a pleasured little moan as he took his proper place in life. The rodent squirmed again weakly as he heard the predator's stomach gurgle impatiently as the squirrel made his way down the fox's throat, the constant grumblings of the soon-to-be-satisfied tummy sending the squirrel into blissful little squirms of joy. The squirrel's mind was on some other planet as he made his way down the constrictive tube of flesh, completely caught up in the sensations of becoming the meal that he had dreamt of becoming so many times. Finally, though, the prey half-registered that his feet and fluffy little tail (still twitching madly, another left over side effect of his nearly thoroughly buried preyish instincts) had been enveloped in warmth and he was now completely sealed up inside of the fox he had only met mere minutes before. The squirrel let out the loudest little squeaky moan yet as he heard as much as felt the fox give his final, concluding swallow, feeling the last few bits of his body (that had been held tight by the fox's tasting maw) begin the same slide down that the rest of Nico's body was taking. He squealed in bliss as he slid out into the fox's belly, his trip finally over and his destination finally reached. He let out a string of squeaks and squeals as he finally slipped down into his proper place, curling up and hugged tight by the warm, churning walls all around him. Finally, he was here - the belly. A nearly overwhelming sense of finality and ecstasy washed over the little rodent-turned-snack as he squirmed and wiggled in the tummy's tight confines. The squirrel cried out in joy as he was instantly seized upon by the stomach walls and kneaded and churned like any other piece of meat. He was officially fox food, what he been put on the planet to be. As the squirrel settled into a more comfortable position and the walls continued to feed off of him, little Nico muttered softly.

"...I'm food....I'm food..."

randomfox12245: Ro let out a long, deep sigh of satisfaction as he felt the warm, living creature inside his belly squirm and heard muffles words of pure rodenty joy through the layers of fat and fur between them. It brought a smile to his lips, which he of course licked to savor the last remnants of squirrelly flavor, to feel the overjoyed little rodent in there enjoying himself. Finally Nico was where he felt he belonged, curled up as food in the gut of his favorite predator. A shudder went up his spine and he started rubbing over his gurgling belly at the feeling, pressing his hands against the form of squirrel barely outlined beneath the layers of squishy pudge, and making the fox groan in bliss; he felt simply /stuffed/. It always felt this way after a nice meal of willing preyslut, his belly at that area between "full" and "god I'm a fat pig" that just sent blasts of pleasure through his body, feeling just so fulfilled to have eaten.  He was quite the big happy fox to say the least, and he provided that active gut with all the vigorous rubs he could spare to show his gratitude to the prey within, adding to the already frenzied feedings of the stomach walls natural processing of his foodish body. On top of the feeling of being worked over by a hungry gut, the insides of the fox's body provided a regular soundtrack to enjoy, a mix of labored breathing from the grunting and moaning the fox forced out from the bliss of a satisfying meal, the constant timing of his heart beating just overhead, and the promising burble of the belly juices that joined him sloshing pleasantly along with his experience as stomach stuffing. Ro was all smiles, but he couldn't just sit there in silence and revel in the pleasures of a pleased predator body all day, so with a lewd grunt he reached for his remote control, making his belly sway and squelch giving Nico inside quite a bumpy ride to give a nice preview of how things would go when his predator had to walk somewhere or try to touch his toes, before leaning back with a lazy sigh and flipping on the TV, giving himself a treat and switching to some Pay-Per-View movie to watch while he digested, moving on with life as normal as if Nico hadn't even existed...of course that was just how he figured he should act to finalize the squirrel's preferred treatment. Some prey liked to be whispered sweet nothings while they churned away, some liked to be squeezed between active bodies getting up to carnal pleasures of a different sort, but this former squirrel was happy to just be a meal. And for most predators, especially the dominant kind who he'd given himself mind body and soul up to, forgot about their food the moment it passed their lips. The rodent filling his gut didn't spare a moment for the nuts he dined on after all, so even while he sent silent feelings of affection and thanks to his belly, outwardly he went along with the act that now that Nico was little more than a bulge in his gut that meant he was out of sight out of mind, leaving the vulpine to go back to being the lazy fuck he always was with just a bit extra idle belly rubbing to go along with the hearty meal he'd enjoyed. In the back of his mind his rational thoughts cooperated with his predatory instincts for once and worked out the math of how long Nico's stay in his belly would be before he would be let out, but it just left Ro with a knowing smirk since no matter how long he stewed in there, it'd end with him wishing it lasted longer. Squirrels really were the perfect prey<3

Isaac Shadetail: Squirming and churning deep in the pred's belly, happy and pleasured noises continued to sound from the squirrel's lungs as he squirmed and wriggled about, giving his pred the nicest tummy massage he could manage; it was the least he could do (aside from be tasty, that is) to thank the fox for making his wish come true. Nico surrendered to the vulpine belly just as fully as he had submitted to the vulpine himself, letting it squeeze and churn him without putting up a single ounce of effort to try and stop it as the fox merely relaxed and got comfortable. He was finally where he and his kind belonged - they didn't belong out in the land of fresh air and sunlight, that world wasn't for them. Their proper place was much darker and squishier, a much more fitting location for a prey. The outside world was reserved for predators after all and any prey outside of a belly is simply using up fresh air and space. Being in a stomach just felt so right, being all sealed up in churning warmth all tucked away from the outside world and safe from all of the dangers that one doesn't have to look hard to stumble upon...it just felt so damn right. Nico's deepest, darkest fantasies of being swallowed up like a mere snack and tucked away safely in a belly to merely satisfy another (and himself by proxy of course) had finally been seen through all the way thanks to a very generous fox. Nico just hoped he was tasty and filling enough - the pred deserved the best, after all!