The hot sun beat down. Kooshmeister didn't mind. He had his water slide! The teenage European red squirrel stood in his backyard on a bright, sunny day in the middle of a blazing hot summer, standing at one end of a cheap plastic water slide ending in the gaping maw of a cartoon crocodile. He was on the thin side, with light brown fur and a tan underbelly and short red hair. Although he ordinarily wore glasses, he was wearing prescription athletic goggles. His regular glasses sat on a sun-blistered wooden picnic table on the patio near the house. His only clothing was a blue speedo, which left little to the imagination, bulging with his visible cock and firm balls. He grinned. His fur was damp, his hair plastered to his head from sweat and water, droplets clinging to the lenses of the goggles. He'd just gone down the slide for seemed like the hundredth time, and he was already eager to go again!

Sure, it was for little kids, and he was fresh out of high school and ready to head to college next year, but since he was something of an introvert and lacked many friends around the neighborhood, he took what he could get; in such a scorching day as this one, any relief from the heat was welcome, and he hadn't forgotten how much fun these kinds of slides could be back when he was the same age as the neighbor kids he'd borrowed it from for twenty bucks.

In fact, he felt like a kid again, Happy and carefree, full of boundless, boyish energy. Elation coursed through him now that he was done with the misery of high school and had college to look forward to. So what did it matter if he acted like he was nine or ten again for one afternoon?

"I'm gonna go again!" he said aloud to no one in particular. The backyard was empty and there was no one within earshot.

At least, that's what he thought. His family's backyard bordered a somewhat swampy forest area, and he was unaware that his summertime fun had attracted a most appreciative audience. A shadowy figure watched him from the safety of the underbrush right at the edge of the wooded area, where the carefully manicured lawn gave in to the weeds and bushes. What friends he had called him "Snake," and it was a nickname he was just fine with. It didn't really describe him properly, but it suited him nevertheless. He was a reptilian creature known as a Rilvazen, standing roughly five feet tall. He had green skin and a pale cream underbelly, with fleshy, ear-like appendages growing from the back of his head. His body tended towards curves, although he was plump in all the right places, with big hips and a wide rear. An incredibly long, powerful prehensile tail lashed lazily behind him as he lay on his belly in the shade, watching the squirrel from his hiding spot.

From Snake's point of view, behind the facade of the big cartoon crocodile maw, he could see the slide stretching out beyond the jaws towards the somewhat distant figure of the squirrel, the house behind him. Wearing no clothing, he was entirely naked and had a huge cock. Though it was currently flaccid, the more he watched the squirrel, whose name he didn't know, the firmer that member became. His tongue flicked out. Forked. "Tasting" the air. The squirrel. He shivered in anticipation. He liked what he saw and he intended to make him his. He hissed in delight and began to tentatively crawl out of hiding, towards the rear of the slide, intending to situate himself behind and just inside those mammoth plastic jaws and be waiting the next time the squirrel came shooting down.

A woman's voice came from somewhere inside the house. "Honey, come on inside!"

Kooshmeister - "Koosh" for short - sighed. It was his mom. Even though he was practically a grown man, she still babied him. Like she was now, insisting that he limit the amount of time he spent outdoors on such a hot day. "Aw, Mom, one more go!" he yelled.

"Okay," she yelled back from inside the house, "but hurry up!"

Koosh knew that if he took too long, she'd come outside and yell at him some more, so he decided that he would indeed call it quits after this last slide, at least for today. So he figured he ought to make it count. He rushed towards the slide, tail streaming out behind him, a determined look on his face, grinning.

"One..."

He did a leap through the air.

"Two..."

He landed hard on the slide. Water splashed up everywhere on impact.

"Three!"

Almost as soon as he hit the slide, he started moving. Squeezing his eyes shut, he grinned as he felt himself sliding across the slippery material with reckless abandon as he sped towards the gaping maw of the cartoon crocodile, whose mouth he could see in his mind, wide open to swallow him. He liked the idea. He'd always harbored secret fantasies of being eaten, which was another reason why he was enjoying this particular activity with this particular slide; it let him slide through the jaws of a big, cute predator over and over again, consequence-free. His enjoyment of going into the croc's mouth coupled with the slick friction of the slide as he flew down it on his belly stirred an arousal in Koosh, and his grin widened as he felt his cock hardening inside the confines of his speedo. He'd have to jerk off in the bathroom before he showered after going inside. But in the meantime, he had one last trip to take through the cartoon croc's jaws.

"Wheeeee!" he cried, succumbing totally to childish enthusiasm. "Yeah! Eat me, Mr. Crocodile!" He blushed as he shouted this last part and sincerely hoped nobody was listening, least of all his mother.

Fortunately for him, his mother wasn't listening. She was busy somewhere in the house, well out of sight and earshot. But someone else was, and that somewhat intended to make his dream come true, though not quite in the way he'd pictured. It certainly wasn't a crocodile, real or otherwise.

"As you wish..." said the voice of this individual. "I may not be a crocodile, but I can certainly oblige you, my little morsel..."

It was barely audible, almost a whisper, but Koosh heard it clear as a bell when he reached the halfway point of the slide. He opened his eyes in confusion. The jaws were only a few feet, mere seconds, away. "Huh...?" he cried.

As he continued sliding towards the yawning mouth, he got the shock of his life. Eagerly waiting for him on the other side of the cartoon croc, framed in its jaws, was the Rilvazen, Snake. The reptile had his jaws wide open, revealing a gaping, drooling chasm, oozing with saliva. And Koosh was sliding uncontrollably towards him! Koosh was terrified, eyes bulging wide behind his goggles. Behind him, his tail frizzed up in surprise and fear. "N-No!!" he yelped as he flew straight for that mouth-within-a-mouth. Huge fangs filled the squirrel's vision as he stared down into the cavernous orifice of pink, slick, slimy flesh, all of it sloping back towards the right, pulsating tunnel of the Rilvazen's gullet. "Aa--" Koosh started to scream, barely having time to get any sound out as he plowed head-first through the fake jaws of the cartoon crocodile and into the very real salivating jaws of the reptilian predator who'd come out from the woods to say hello. His pitiful excuse for a scream was cut off and muffled even as it left his mouth. "Mmmmmphhh!!!"

His chest rubbed along the quivering forked tongue as the reptile rumbled in delight. The squirrel was in the Rilvazen's mouth up to his midsection, and as he went into Snake's mouth, his bottom half raised up off the slide, his speedo stretched obscenely with an enormous erection. With a happy "Mmmm...!" Snake gave a hearty, sloppy swallow and began to feast. He threw his head back, tossing his new friend's flailing legs and swishing tail into the air, up against the roof of the cartoon croc's upper jaw. Water and saliva streamed down the partially devoured squirrel's body. The bulge in his speedo rubbed along the tongue as he got devoured. A muffled scream that no one else heard came from deep inside Snake. Koosh's fantasy had suddenly come to horrifying life, and there was nothing he could do to stop it and save himself. More contended rumbles came from Snake, along with a new sound from his prey; some moans. The sensation of his dick rubbing against the tongue had ensured that, despite his panic, sexual pleasure was all of a sudden at the front of his mind, and he ground his hips into the wriggling, wet muscle, though he was still afraid, as evidenced by how hard his legs kicked and how poofed up his tail was.

Snake, eager to ensure an easy passing of his meal, both for the squirrel's enjoyment and his own, curled his forked tongue up between the other male's thighs to tease his balls as well as his asshole, hidden though they were in the speedo. It wasn't long before Koosh's half-eaten body convulsed in the throes of orgasmic bliss, his cock spasming and flooding his speedo, filling it with his sticky bounty. Behind him, his long, thick tail lashed excitedly as with a sudden, forward lunge, the young squirrel's feet and the tip of his bushy tail were all that was left outside of the gluttonous reptiles velvety jaws. Eyes closed, Snake propped himself up on one elbow, using his free hand to rub the bulge the his meal was making in his throat. There was another swallow, slower this time. The body, cock still spasming inside the skimpy swimwear, was drawn further down that throat, squirrel toes and a frizzed tail sticking out and wriggling around, slapping wetly against the tongue which licked sinuously, tauntingly, but almost lovingly, at the toes, the beast slurping over them noisily. Another gulp and the toes and tail were gone, having been sucked in completely with a loud, lewd gulp.

Snake arched his back and swallowed with a slow, luxuriant, wet gulp and a thick, rounded swell marked his prey's descent down his gullet, vanishing beyond the rippling folds. His belly swelled with the delicious young rodent, bulging out enormously. Closing his mouth, he Rilvazen sighed, withdrawing from the crocodile jaws, eyes half-lidded, tongue flopping out from his jaws. "Ahhh..."

With his ponderously swollen tummy, Snake left the backyard and returned to the forest. Inside him, a new hell began for Koosh...

A few hours later, Snake was lazily basking on a rotten log in the forest in a patch of afternoon sun filtering down through the treetops from above. His stomach was still bug, but not as swollen as before. Koosh was gone. In fact, one could argue he'd ceased to exist the minute Snake saw him, as, in that instant, he stopped being Koosh the squirrel and became nothing but food for a hungry predator. He just hadn't realized it until he'd opened his eyes and seen what he was rushing inexorably towards at the end of the slide. But now, hours later, he was gone physically as well as metaphorically... or at least mostly gone. Some half-melted bones in a soupy mixture sloshing gently around in Snake's tummy still remained, but these slimy remnants could hardly be called a squirrel anymore.

And while it had been a pleasant few hours for the reptile, it had been torture for his meal. Koosh hadn't known he could scream so shrilly and piercingly, but he did when the acids began to burn into him. He fought and kicked, but found neither release nor relief. When he'd finally resigned himself to his fate, his sexual fantasy come to life in a way he'd never dreamed of, he prayed that it would be over quickly. And while the pain did eventually end, when his nerve endings finally went numb, it was a long time coming. The churning stomach worked him over slowly like a roast in the oven, and he screamed until his voice gave out, thereafter enduring the agony in silence. He occasionally felt hands rubbing him through the flesh of the belly, and pictured his devourer kicking back and enjoying his full, squirming belly, and, indeed, that was exactly what Snake was doing. The Rilvazen was no sadist. Although he ate the squirrel, he otherwise wished no harm to him, and regretted that his end must come in this manner, but come it must in order to sate his lust and his appetite and fuel his body. He could nothing to ease the squirrel's pain, though he did occasionally coo and whisper gentle reassurances and sweet-nothings to wriggling, slowly diminishing bulge, softly assuring him that it would all be over soon. He considered telling his new friend turned meal that his demise would serve the wonderful purpose of adding to his sexy reptilian bulk, but he decided against it; beyond attempting to calm him and ease him through the pain of digestion, he had no interest in talking to the squirrel, because he was, after all, just food. Besides, he didn't think that the squirrel would care that he was dying for a greater purpose; the knowledge that he'd sustain Snake was probably not something he'd be interested in hearing, and it certainly wouldn't have reassured him and made him accept his fate any more smoothly.

Despite this, even though Snake did not in fact say anything of the kind to him, near the end, under the pain, Koosh did, in his own way, marvel at the beautiful simplicity of the situation he'd found himself in. The relationship between predator and prey was as old as time, and perfectly natural. Was it unfair? To the prey, him, certainly. Was he angry that he'd been eaten and was no suffering a very slow and undignified death wasting away in this greedy reptile's gut? Sure. And yet he'd long since passed the point where he could've done anything to avert his fate, so there was nothing to do but settle in and wait for the end. He still screamed himself hoarse, but, near the end, that was purely a physical reaction to the pain as opposed to him pitifully bemoaning his fate. Riding through the pain, he accepted his role as food for this mysterious creature who'd appeared out of nowhere and turned his life upside down, and he spent the remainder of that life reflecting on the ancient predator/prey relationship and thinking that if all his plans for the future could be undone so easily and so suddenly, then perhaps he was meant for this. Not for college, but to stew in a hungry predator's gut. And so he did not mourn for his stolen future. He spent his last hours, even with all the burning agony that threatened to drive him mad, living in the moment, and strangely content. Perhaps the pain was driving him mad. But in any case, when it finally ended, when his nerves finally gave in and the torment stopped, the digesting squirrel, the flesh liquefying off his bones, went to his final fate in peaceful submission.

Snake shifted on the log, mildly but pleasantly annoyed, one hand laid upon his belly. His rock-hard cock arched up and lay along the curve of the belly. His meal was silent now and unmoving. A "glorple" echoed from within him. He smiled. It was over, or nearly over, anyway. Nothing lived in his belly anymore. It now only contained slowly liquefying meat and bones. He gave the somewhat shrunken bulge a pat. He'd enjoyed eating the squirrel. He'd been attractive to look at, tasty and above all else a great squirmer. He loved wiggly meals.

His cheeks swelled as a grumble issued forth from within him. He was about to burp.

He erupted in a titanic, rumbling belch, a pair of crushed goggles and partially digested speedos flying out of his jaws. "Uuuuurrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalppppp!" His belch echoed across the land. Birds flew screaming from the trees in fright. The goggles and speedo landed on the ground with a disgusting, wet splat. Smiling, Snake daintily covered his mouth. "Oh," he said, "excuse me..."

What a lovely squirrel.

What a lovely meal.

The expelled goggles and speedo lay on the ground, forgotten, as Snake slid off of the log and slunk away into the depths of the forest.

The End.