The Fluffy Tail of the Happy Dinner

The Fluffy Tail of the Happy Dinner

As she chased her squirrel prey, Quell felt her blood rushing through her veins. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Also working overtime were her scent receptors, eagerly taking in the subtle squirrly scent of her quarry.

Chasing was fun, but it wasn't the be-all-and-end-all of a hunt. The capture was just as enjoyable, as was the feast.

Foda the squirrel saw a shadow loom over him, and knew it was about to end. Sure enough, the full weight of a hungry vixen fell on him a moment later. With a pounce, she had caught him. Foda was now food in the paws of a predator.

Though she had been taking in his scent for a few minutes, the first thing Quell did after catching her prey was sniff him. She pressed her snout into his soft, fur-covered body and inhaled through her nose. In response, the squirrel squirmed and the vixen's tummy rumbled.

'Oh, you're delicious!' Quell cried.

To Foda, "delicious" was one of the best things a squirrel could be. Being called it by a predator who was surely about to eat him filled him with joy.

Quell's tongue was jealous of her nose. To appease it, she licked at her prey's back. Fur tickled her tongue, but she barely noticed it. The salty, meaty flavour of the flesh under the fur was what she focused on. It made her moan with delight.

Warm slobber coated Foda as the vixen lapped her tongue along his behind again and again. He heard her exclamations of enjoyment and was overcome with pride. He, Foda the funny squirrel, was a tasty treat.

A slow drag of his predator's tongue overwhelmed Foda. 'Fabulous foxy,' he groaned into the ground.

When she heard her prey speak, the vixen withdrew her tongue from his body and flipped him over. Hungry amber eyes gazed down at Foda.

'Are you enjoying this?' Quell asked.

Foda nodded enthusiastically. 'Yeah! This is my dream. You called me delicious, and now you're going to eat me. It could only have been better if I'd been served to you under a silver cloche drizzled in whatever your favourite sauce is,' he confirmed.

Delighted that her prey was more than willing, Quell had a quick taste of his front. Her gaze locked with the squirrel's when her tongue touched him. As she took in her prey's flavour, his eyes lit up with pleasure. This in turn enhanced her pleasure. Shared joy was very appetising.

Now that the vixen had licked his front, Foda was coated with saliva on all sides. Being covered in warm, sticky gloop relaxed his whole body.

Something her prey had said gave Quell an idea. 'I could drizzle you with something nice and pop you on a plate if that interests you. It's been a while since I've cooked, but I do enjoy it, especially when I have good ingredients like you to play with,' she said.

The thought of being prepped in a kitchen gave Foda shivers. 'Would you just treat me like a piece of meat?' he asked, his voice shaking.

Quell grinned. 'Pretty much, I would marinate you and cook you up. I've got pots and pans made for cooking live prey. They are specially designed to allow enough heat through to cook you, but not enough to harm you,' she replied.

'You had me at marinate. Please, whisk me away to this dreamy kitchen of yours,' Foda begged.

With no reason to delay, Quell took Foda by the scruff of his neck and carried him away. He laughed as she ran home through the forest.

-

On his final journey through the forest in a squirrel body, Foda saw many of his friends. Some scurried out of sight when they spotted the vixen carrying him. Others cheered and waved. One mouse girl muttered under her breath: 'lucky sod.'

Once in her kitchen, with her prey's neck still in her mouth, Quell rifled through her cupboards for a tupperware box. When she found one, she filled it with honey, treacle, lemon juice, cooking oil, and a special ingredient to help live prey get through the cooking process alive and unburned. She breathed in the scent of the mix and sighed, dropping the squirrel she'd caught into the box when she opened her mouth to exhale happily.

The liquid in the container he now found himself in instantly stuck to Foda's fur, making him let out a low moan. 'Oh, this is good. I'm in a box with a marinade. I am officially food,' he said.

Quell chuckled. 'That you are. From now on, you are simply called Tasty Treat,' she told the squirrel formerly known as Foda.

'Yes I am, Fab Foxy,' Tasty Treat replied.

Having established that the squirrel in it was food called Tasty Treat, and she was Fab Foxy, the predator picked up the box with her soon-to-be dinner in and carried it to the fridge, which was perfectly prey sized.

The chilly air that now surrounded him made Tasty Treat shiver. He squirmed around in his marinade-filled container.

After placing him and his tupperware box on the bottom shelf of her fridge, Fab Foxy told Tasty Treat: 'Do wriggle around in there. I want you nicely coated in that mix by the time I come to cook you in a few hours. It's perfectly formulated for squirrel meat.'

Being referred to as "squirrel meat" gave Tasty Treat an adrenaline rush. The door to the fridge was slammed shut, leaving him alone for a few hours to coat himself in marinade and daydream about what happened to squirrel meat.

-

Getting on with her day without disturbing the mouthwatering meal in her fridge was one of the hardest things Fab Foxy had ever done. She got through it by tending to her herb garden and chatting to her neighbour, a fellow vixen.

The neighbour, Nami, had a similar issue to Fab Foxy. She was whiling away the hours until The Snack Bar opened, a venue she often frequented where preds and willing prey "connected". They passed some time by discussing the pros and cons of traditional hunting like Fab Foxy practiced verses picking up willing prey in a bar like Nami and her friends did. Nami also asked for some tips on what the best way to eat a squirrel was. She was more of a mouse and rabbit girl herself, but she fancied a change. The advice Fab Foxy gave made them both drool.

Happily, it was soon time for Nami to head off to The Snack Bar. Her girlfriend Fia, a fellow vixen, came to walk there with her. Fab Foxy thought they looked sweet together strolling along paw-in-paw, their fluffy orange tails swishing behind them.

When Nami and her girlfriend disappeared into the distance, Fab Foxy took this as a sign to return to the kitchen.

Once he'd gotten used to the cold, dark, and isolated environment of the fridge, Tasty Treat had fallen asleep. His daydreams about being eaten faded into actual dreams. When he was suddenly awoken by the fridge being opened, he realised those dreams were about to become reality.

With her big, strong, paws, Fab Foxy removed the tupperware box containing marinated prey from the fridge and placed it on the worktop. The kitchen, and her nostrils, were filled with the scent of lemon and honey combined with the subtle gameyness of wild squirrel. It prompted a little sigh of contentment to escape her.

'Now do I get eaten?' Tasty Treat asked in a tone that made it clear he wanted a positive answer.

Fab Foxy laughed. 'Not yet, you eager little morsel. First I need to warm you up. You are cold from the fridge,' she pointed out.

Through the clear walls of his container, Tasty Treat could see a sizable frying pan. Using big cooking tongs, Fab Foxy slapped him from the tupperware box full of marinade to the frying pan. The moment his fur made contact with the hot inside of the frying pan, Tasty Treat started sizzling.

When a cold metal utensil pushed him into the hot frying pan, making him sizzle more and releasing his warm, sweet, scent, Tasty Treat cried out. 'I'm sizzling, like the food that I am. Thank you so much, you Fab Foxy. You're making my dreams come true,' he said.

Her prey calling himself food as he sizzled away in her frying pan made Fab Foxy's tummy rumble. 'You need to cook fast. My belly is begging for you,' she told her prey.

The feeling of laying in a hot frying pan listening to himself cook was wonderful for Tasty Treat. He didn't want to cook fast. When Fab Foxy's belly groaned again, he felt sorry for her. It was only right that he should ease her hunger. It was his role in society.

A ring from the doorbell made Fab Foxy growl. 'Roll yourself over after three minutes. I need to get that delivery,' she ordered.

Being bossed about by a predator made Tasty Treat shiver with glee.

-

As it took Fab Foxy less than three minutes to deal with her parcel, Tasty Treat remained as he was. She ended up flipping him with the cold metal utensil she'd used before. Now, Tasty Treat was on his back. He and Fab Foxy shared a grin that said: 'Not long now.'

Indeed it wasn't long before Fab Foxy started going through her cupboards. She removed a silver cloche, just as Tasty Treat had hoped she would. From the cupboard next to that came a prey-sized metal platter.

The prospect of being dinner was growing more real to Tasty Treat. He was delighted to discover that all he felt was joy and sweet anticipation. There was no fear about giving up his squirrel
life to Fab Foxy.

With a smile fixed on her face, Fab Foxy took a deep inhale of the air. 'I think that is the smell of squirrel cooked to perfection,' she said.

When Tasty Treat had a sniff, sweet and meaty scents from his own body wafted up his nose. It confirmed what Fab Foxy had said.

Standing over her cooked dinner, utensil in hand, Fab Foxy asked: 'Ready?'

'More than! I'm so much more than ready!' Tasty Treat cried.

As her hungry amber eyes scanned his body, Fab Foxy transferred Tasty Treat from her frying pan to the platter.

When his hot fur touched the cold metal of the platter, Tasty Treat gasped. 'It's freezing!' he yelped.

Leaning right down to his face so he could feel her hot breath and smell its minty freshness, Fab Foxy told Tasty Treat: 'Don't worry. Soon you'll be warm and cosy for the rest of your life. Well, this squirrel life anyway.'

Darkness fell on Tasty Treat when Fab Foxy put the cloche over him. Even through the metal, he could hear her tummy rumbling. She was hungry, and he was about to sort that.

The whole world moved for Tasty Treat. He knew this meant Fab Foxy was carrying him to the dinner table. With a thud, he and the platter he was on landed in the place where he was to be eaten.

In one shift movement, Fab Foxy whipped off the cloche, releasing the sweet scent of her prey for her to enjoy. The squirrel on her platter had an expression of pure joy on his face. As she could see her reflection in the silver metal of the platter, Fab Foxy knew the look on her face matched her prey's.

To get more of Tasty Treat's scrupulous scent, Fab Foxy lowered her snout over him and inhaled. The sharp and sweet smells coming off her prey's body made her mouth water, dripping drool onto him.

A glob of slobber falling onto him was a massive compliment for Tasty Treat. He squirmed around in glee.

Her prey writhing in front of her on a platter was too much for Fab Foxy. She snatched him up by the ankles and dangled him over her mouth, his head an inch or two from her lips. Then she opened her jaws, releasing hot breath onto Tasty Treat and giving him a view into her wet, dark mouth. Her tongue flicked out to taste him. The flavours that met it made her murr with satisfaction.

It had been hours since Tasty Treat had last been tasted. Fab Foxy had sniffed him, but she'd kept her tongue to herself since carrying him through the forest. The pleasure of the vixen's wet, warm tongue brushing his fur was even better than he remembered.

Though she had intended to lap her tongue over Tasty Treat a few times before continuing, hunger got the better of Fab Foxy. She only had so much patience. The predator stuck her tongue out and laid her prey on it, face down. He wriggled about, giving her tastebuds new hits of sweet honey and gamey squirrel meat. Prey safely loaded, she drew her tongue back into her mouth.

When Fab Foxy closed her lips around him, Tasty Treat knew he'd seen daylight for the last time as a squirrel. The moist, warm, and dark cavern of his predator's mouth took a moment to adjust to. It was quite comfortable, and he snuggled into the tongue that was his bed.

Having put a lot of effort into marinating her dinner, Fab Foxy wanted to enjoy every last scrap of flavour. She pressed her tongue, with Tasty Treat on it, to the roof of her mouth and sucked on the squirrel as if he was a sweetie. Just as intended, she was overwhelmed by sweet, sharp, and meaty flavours.

Tasty Treat felt Fab Foxy tilt her head back and knew what was about to happen. Sure enough, a loud gulp followed, and his head was drawn into the tight tunnel that was her esophagus. The pressure of the flesh surrounding his head was comforting. He was exactly where he was meant to be.

Once she'd started swallowing, Fab Foxy couldn't stop. Gulp after gulp pulled Tasty Treat completely into her esophagus. The coating of saliva she'd applied to his fur whilst tasting him helped him slide in nicely.

Next came a part of the process Fab Foxy had been fantasising about since chatting to her neighbour, Nami. In one big gulp, she propelled Tasty Treat along the rest of the way. He fell head-first into her stomach, his fluffy tail ticking the sensitive lining of her esophagus as he went.

Being tickled by a fluffy tail made Fab Foxy giggle. This shook Tasty Treat's new home, her tummy. He rolled around before setting on the soft lining, his legs, tail, and chest below the waterline of her stomach acid.

'Oh, this is good!' Fab Foxy cried.

'Yeah. It's so warm and cosy in here. Blissful,' Tasty Treat murmured.

Having eaten her prey, Fab Foxy wanted to curl up on the sofa and enjoy the weight of him in her belly. A knock on the door put paid to that wish, or at the very least postponed it.

Fab Foxy waddled to the door and opened it to find Nami behind it, grinning with a bulging abdomen.

'Hi, Quell! I just wanted to thank you for your squirrel eating tips. I met a scrumptious squirrel at The Snack Bar, and ate her head first like you told me to. The fluffy tail finish was just as titillating as you described. It was incredible! You have great taste in prey, and how to eat them,` Nami told her neighbour.

As Tasty Treat squirmed within her, it delighted Fab Foxy to know her lovely neighbour had shared her pleasure.

'I'm so pleased you enjoyed it,' Fab Foxy replied.

Nami's gaze fixed on Fab Foxy's stomach. 'I had to suffocate my prey after swallowing her because that was what she wanted, and I respect my prey. Is yours still alive and kicking? Please may I give you belly rubs to make up for the fact that I didn't get to rub my belly while it was wriggling?' she asked.

The thought of belly rubs combined with the feeling of Tasty Treat inside her made Fab Foxy roll her eyes in bliss. 'Who the heck would say no to that? Get yourself in here, Nami,' she ordered.

Fab Foxy lead Nami to the lounge and laid herself down, her back on a soft rug and her eyes gazing into Nami's eager ones.

The second Fab Foxy was settled, Nami laid her paws on her abdomen and applied gentle pressure, moving in a circular motion. Tasty Treat writhed under Nami's paws, making Fab Foxy moan.

'This is so relaxing. I might fall asleep if I'm not careful,' Fab Foxy warned.

Continuing to rub her tummy, Nami told Fab Foxy: 'Do fall asleep, if that's what you want. I'll be here to keep your prey company at the end.'

The thought of dozing off appealed to Fab Foxy, so she let herself drift off.

-

Even after Fab Foxy started snoring, Nami rubbed her tummy. She could feel the prey getting softer and softer with each stroke.

When the end was near, Nami whispered to the prey she'd helped digest: 'I'm going to nuzzle her belly and that will finish you off. Goodnight, squirmy squirrel. I hope you enjoy life in your new body, whatever you get.'

There wasn't enough left of Tasty Treat to speak, but he was able to grunt a goodbye.

Nami lowered her muzzle to Fab Foxy's tummy and rubbed at it where the bulge created by her prey was. Her sensitive ears caught a final cry of pleasure from the squirrel as his body dissolved to mush and broke apart, his soul being freed for a new life in the body of an as-yet-unknown species. The snoring predator sighed happily in her sleep, knowing that her marvellous meal had reached its conclusion.