Slipping out of his nest Nall cautiously climbed down into the main room of his tree house. Dark eyes flicked towards the big cage hanging off the ceiling. Matty, his pet bat was hanging upside down fast asleep, wings wrapped about his torso which was good. There was no sign of Nectar the sugar glider or ferret the white furred weasel he lived with. From the tangle of their scents lingering in the air Nall figured they had gone out together or were tucked inside Nectar’s nest.


This was perfect, flitting out the door Nall moved swiftly and silently along the tree branch outside. It was a warm dry night, the forest on the edge of turning into autumn and the half moon overhead was causing dappled shadows and shafts of silver light to spear down through the canopy. Slinking forwards on all fours Nall descended the tree trunk, small claws gripping the bark as he went. Off the base of the tree into the shadows the pine marten slinked from shadow to shadow, trying to avoid the patches of moonlight.


His fun tonight had to he kept secret, he couldn't let the other weasels of the forest see him. After ten minutes the marten paused in the shadows near the edge of a still pond that filled a clearing in the forest. Peering into the still water Nall admired how crisp the reflection was under the moonlight. It showed him cinnamon fur a yellow bib and bright green eyes. He was everything a pine marten was but as he slunk around the edge of the pond his nose started to pick up the scent he was hoping to find. It was sharp, acrid, and tingled the back of his throat and it made his mouth fill with saliva and his trim stomach grumble.


Crouching low Nall peered ahead, at the edge of the pond there was a patch of mud. Rising from it were a pair of hands made from solidified muck. Held in the enchanted fingers was a dump, tear drop body shaped lump of grey fur. From this angle Nall could see a thick fluffy red tail, weakly scrabbling hind legs and the tufts crowning triangular ears just visible over the fingers holding it prisoner. It was a red squirrel, one of the hundreds of squirrels who inhabited the forest and they had fallen into one of his traps!


Holding down his eagerness Nall slinked out of the shadows and circled around to approach the squirrel from the side. Their head came up, sleepy eyes opening staring at the marten. After a moment he started to wriggle feebly, attempting to squirm free of the enchanted hands. It was a weak attempt to escape, the enchanted hands shifted and moved to keep hold of them as they struggled. He'd clearly worn himself out earlier on and as Nall crept closer his acidic rodent scent grew stronger, spiked with fear. Smiling wickedly Nall showed off all his fangs and rippled across the mud. Sticky soil squishing around his toes and claws, squelched around his ankles as he got up close to the squirrel.


“What have we here… a proper snack in my trap,” keeping his voice low Nall licked his fangs, showing them off to the terrified rodent. They squeaked and squirmed but the marten moved closer and pressed his nose to theirs, “I even know which bit I want to eat first….”


“Please,” the squirrel pleaded, “Let me go, I'll bring you food, I'll … no where are you going…”


Nall slunk down the side of the hands, coiled his long noodle body up beneath the squirrel’s tail. Gripping struggling back legs in his fore-paws Nall held them down and paused. He hesitated right there… this was prey, food, it was, they were meant to end up in his stomach. Squirming slightly Nall looked around at the dark night. His ears pinned back as he imagined someone might be watching. He could just eat them, slink away, not take it any further but…


With a soft, hesitant dook Nall stretched out his neck and rested his snout against the squirrel’s pair of thick, round squirrel balls. He let them feel his curved, sharp fangs against that bulging sac and breathed out his words, washing the taught furry sac in his warm breath.


“I think I'll start with these,” the squirrels scent spiked, growing thicker, fear and lust mingling as Nall threatened that sac with his teeth. It made Nall’s own groin stir in anticipation. It was such a potent mix of scents and as he lifted one clawed paw and slowly trailed his claws along one of those nuts he was rewarded by seeing the squirrel’s cock thicken and start to slip free of its sheath.


“No, please, don't eat them, please… I'll do anything… I'll… aaaagghhhhh!”


The squirrel squealed as Nall’s claws dug into his nuts. His cock was rock hard and then his squeal of terror turned into one of shock as Nall’s lips closed around squirrel cock and sucked hard. Claws flexed and warm lips and tongue teased hot flesh and the squirrel came. Thick jets pulsing out of his shaft into Nall’s waiting throat as the terror and threat was suddenly replaced with warm sucking pleasure. It was too much and the squirrel came hard and long and every jet of his seed fed the teasing, claw flexing, muzzle sucking marten!


Panting heavily the squirrel turned his head as the magical hands released him and pulled him down into the mud. He looked into the marten’s eyes, he was licking his lips and dooking in appreciation.


“A nice flavour, the fear gives it extra flavour,” Nall’s eyes were wide, bright in the moonlight and his paws tangled and looped the squirrel’s tail and pulled him close, “My turn,” he purred and the squirrel squealed as the pine marten mounted him! Right there in the open and the mud besides the pond. Strong front paws held him down, mud squished into his chest fur, against his snout and a slick, thick marten poke pressed in beneath his tail.


Squealing the squirrel started to struggle but the marten was too big. His cock was inside him, thick and spreading tender flesh. Squirrel squeaked, marten dooked and closed his jaws around the back of rodent neck and pleasure sparked along a squirrel’s spine. The marten started to hump, rolling their hips back and forth, sliding their cock in and out of his rear. Squirrel dick thickened up again, being squelched and squished down into the muck as he was ridden by the large marten.


It felt good, he was wild and strong, powerful and knew just how to shift and hump and push with his dick to make the squirrel squeal in delight. Shifting his weight Nall slid his paws up onto his toys shoulders and held him down. Rolling his hips back and forth he slowed down, there was no rush, his squirrel had stopped struggling and was pushing back against every thrust. Squeaking and groaning quietly Nall tightened his grip and bit harder, teeth threatening to break the skin. 


Squirrel squeaked and groaned, Nall chittered and rolled his hips again, drawing his slick marten shaft out until just the tip remained inside. Holding still the marten shivered then pressed down, slipping back inside. Warm flesh slid around his shaft as the squirrel gasped and pushed backwards. It felt so very good and tight, pulsing and squeezing around his cock as the squirrel rocked with him. Lost for a moment the two rolled back and forth, gasping and squeaking, chittering and panting as Nall enjoyed himself inside his prey.


It felt good, much too good and with a happy groan Nall started to speed up, squeezing the squirrel, pulling them close. Rocking his hips faster and harder he drove in and out of the warm rump beneath him. Back arching, teeth tugging Nall drove himself deeper, harder, panting eagerly, squeaking and dooking. Throwing his head back Nall let out a loud, excitedly chittering dook as he unleashed his seed deep into the squirrel. The rodent stiffened, paws clawing at the mud as he felt himself being filled by a warm rush of gooey marten seed. It just kept on coming, Nall had saved himself up for the last day just for this moment! Moaning, muzzle hanging open Nall chittered and squeaked as he emptied himself into his prey. He was so tight and warm, warm flesh rippling around his shaft drawing out his orgasm, encouraging the marten to shoot every thick jet of seed into the squirrel.


Laying still as his orgasm run itself out Nall grinned and released the squirrel’s neck. The red furred rodent was trembling and panting heavily. Nall licked their neck fur and whispered quietly, breath catching at the back of his throat at the deviancy of what he was about to do.


“You’re turn…” he slid off the squirrel, pulled his slick, spent shaft free and turned around. Crouching on all fours he lifted his tail and twitched it from side to side. The squirrel turned, Nall could see the surprise in their eyes. For a moment he thought they might run but their shaft was still squished into the muck, hard, unspent and with a squeak he surged forwards and pounced the marten. Squishing Nall down into the mud the squirrel prodded and pressed his shaft against Nall’s rump. It took him a moment to find the right spot but then he slid home. The mud made his shaft extra slippery and with a happy squeak the squirrel’s long, thin shaft slid home. 


Nall dooked and arched his back, pushing his rump back against the invading squirrel poke. It felt so good, slender and long, sliding deeper than any weasel cock could ever reach. Wriggling back he pawed at the mud as the squirrel rode him and ploughed him. It felt good, wrong and yet so good… submitting to a food creature. Not because they had trapped him, not because they tricked him but because he invited it! The squirrel’s sharp claws dug into his back, their warm breath washed over his fur as the mud clung and squished around their furry haunches!


Lifting his head, Nall opened his eyes, tongue poking out between his fangs. He looked right into the eyes of a sable furred pole-cat with a silver mask. He wasn’t alone either, there were three weasels, two ferrets and a very big honey badger. There was a squeak from over his shoulders and the squirrel pulled out and ran. He squelched through the mud, got maybe half a foot before one of the ferrets pounced. 


There was a flurry of mud, a squelching sound and a squeak. Nall wasn’t paying attention really, he was busy pedaling through the mud. Trying desperately to get his feet under him and stand up but he was buried up to his stomach in the mud. 

“Guys, hey it isn’t what it… I mean… look there was a…”

Sable shook his head and flicked his tail, he didn’t say anything but the honey badger lumbered forwards and pinned Nall down. His head went under the surface with a gloop and Nall struggled, trying to pull free but he found himself being dragged backwards through the mud then hefted up. Dangling in the arms of the honey badger, his head down by the badger’s stomach he had an upside down view of the others.


“Guys, seriously it…”


“What we have here,” Sable said at last with a smirk, “Is a squirrel fancier…” the black polecat lowered his head and prodded Nall’s nose with his, “Is that what you’ve been doing for the last few months? Sneaking off to let the prey fuck you?”


“Guys, no,” Nall said hurriedly, “It beat me… in a fight I…”

“We was watching.” The honey badger growled, pushing Nall’s head lower. He then sat down on the pine marten’s head squishing him down, “What we going to do with him?”


The ferret's dooked and chittered amongst themselves whilst Sable circled the badger and their prisoner. He leant in close and growled at Nall softly then arched his back and danced back a few steps on his hind legs, “I know what to do… bring the prey lover… we’ll show him what we do to his type.”


Nall squeaked as the badger stood up and dragged him along by the tail. The big weasel seemed pretty comfortable walking along on his hind legs. It was a bit of a shuffling waddle but it was stable enough to pull Nall along! Twisting and wriggling Nall tried to pull free, to bend around and snap and bite and get loose. He could have done it if it had just been the badger. The ferrets however were a constant issue, batting at him, head putting, pouncing and jumping and pulling him back onto his back and stomach. This left him easy prey for the badger and his clawed grip to drag him through the dirt.


Being dragged as he was, like an oversized fuzzy noodle in the dirt Nall missed the trees falling back as they entered a clearing. By the time he saw the ring of mushrooms it was too late and the honey badger tossed him bodily inside it. His fur stood on end with a static burst as he passed the ring.


“No!” Nall shouted, rolling to his feet and surging toward the ring. He was too slow however, the weasels were faster. Sable, the ferrets they all arched their backs and threw themselves into a war dance. 


Badj was not really war dancing, he was stomping from paw to paw, dancing to a slower beat of his own. Combined with the arching, twisting, energetic wriggling of the others it sealed the circle! Nall was trapped inside and he had a nasty feeling they were going to abuse his weakness to extreme magic. Everyone who had ever been a familiar was vulnerable to the circle magic and here they were dancing and invoking it!


There was a squeak from behind him and Nall span around in time to see the red squirrel he’d been busy being abused by fall into the circle. He staggered on all fours, wide eyed and scared, unspent dick still thick and needy between his hind legs. 


“Oh hell, no what are you arrhgggggggg,” Nall squeaked as magic swept through his body, they were dancing. Wild and feral, wild and dooking, noodle bodies twisting and spring as the magic slammed into Nall.


Stumbling back into the centre of the circle Nall squeaked as the static feeling crackling through his fur grew stronger. Arching his back, digging his feet into the ground he pawed at the ground and moaned. It felt… everything felt wrong and weird… the weasels were dancing faster, spinning, arching, twitching. They leapt and sprang and whirled from place to place, twisting and looping and turning as if they had springs on their feet.


Nall however was somewhat distracted from the dance as his four feet started to twitch and shift. Everything felt weird… his claws were changing. Ridges of flesh started to stand out along each digit as they grew stumpy and short. 


What was worse though were the changes happening to the red squirrel! His fur was darkening, losing its ruddy fire-light red, growing dusty and cinnamon. Yellow fur was creeping across his neckline, down his chest… a yellow bib that had until then been adorning Nall’s chest!


“Oh no, no you can’t do this!”


Nall shouted, struggling to fight back, to stop the power coursing through him. It was no use, the circle of mushrooms was sealed, the weasels were dancing faster now. Whirling and springing and twisting as Nall’s torso shrank. His long noodle body was growing stumpier, tear-drop shaped with short legs. His tail was the biggest change, thickening, the tip curling uncomfortably as fur exploded in every direction.


“Please… guys… I… I won’t do it again, just please!”


Nall’s voice grew squeaker, the pitch shifting upwards as his muzzle scrunched and wriggled and shrank. Whiskers exploded out to either side of his new rodent nose and his ears flickered and twisted, assuming thick points. The red squirrel however was elongating, torso thinning out, growing thinner, noodle like. His back legs were bulking up, powerful and full of the spring and boing that was a pine-marten’s natural step.


Rolling onto his back Nall squeaked and squirmed, thick red fur poofing out in every direction before smoothing down. Shiny… slick, rodent fur, curly and thick across his entire body. He was short, stumpy, with no noodly twisting torso. No spring boing to his step and thick buck teeth instead of flesh rending fangs.


“Guyffs,” Nall lisped, tongue tangling with his new teeth, “Pleaf nooof…” scrambling to get back up onto his feet Nall stood on his hind legs and stared down at his bulging gut. He felt so close to the ground, and slow and with a squeak he didn’t even see the ferret coming his vision was so crap now.


Tumbling over Nall found himself knocked out of the mushroom circle and held down. The pine marten that had been his toy now hissed in his ears, tick claws gripping into his shoulders as he found himself lying face down in front of Sable. 


“Guyffs…” Nall lisped, “You can’t I’m….”


“A squirrel,” Sable dooked softly, noodly rolling onto his back and sliding his rump under Nall’s muzzle, “You are prey… prey is a toy… satisfy us all or you are dinner.”


Nall squeaked and squirmed, his nose full of the thick musky scent of the polecat. His ears and tail being nipped and tugged on by the ferrets. Shyly, blushing deeply at what had been done to him Nall’s tongue curled out, lap, lapping at the polecat’s sheath, slowly starting to tease their cock out of its home. Sable growled in delight and Nall risked looking up. The polecat was smirking at him, licking his lips, he clearly had something more planned. 

The former marten was going to ask but the pine marten mounted him! He was big, thick and Nall was practically a virgin in this body! His rump was spread wide open, he was full and there was little he could do! Squeaking around his muzzleful of polecat poke Nall moaned. He could feel himself being pounded from behind and Sable was filling his muzzle. The pine marten had been caught, trapped, abused, fucked and then left blue-balled and unable to finish due to the interruption. Wild feral, dooking he slammed in all the way and resumed his interrupted ride.


The polecat gripped his ears and pulled his head down, burying his nose into the thick fluffy of fur at the base of his cock. “We’ve revoked your weaselness Nall… you’re a toy now… our toy until we transfer it back,” he laughed, rolling his hips, teasing his cock across the squirrel’s tongue, “And I am not sure you can earn that, after all our new marten brother might not want to be a squirrel again.” 


Nall moaned and sucked hard, polecat pre oozing over his tongue which he gulped down. The marten… the former squirrel wearing his body squeezed him close as he rolled his hips and thrust deeper. “We’re going to share you squirrel… prey… with everyone!”


Nall blushed, he could feel his cheeks burning beneath his grey squirrel fur as the pine marten moaned and dooked in his ear. Nall groaned and squirmed, clenching around the invading ferret poke as the polecat controlled his head. His poor squirrel shaft was being ignored and he realised it would continue to be ignored. He was a squirrel, he was prey and the weasels were going to use him as they wished! Moaning softly at what had been done to him Nall chittered in delight and continued to suck and bob his way over that thick warm Sable shaft filling his maw. He was a squirrel and there was no turning back after what had been done to him!