Devastated Innocence

	Pinned under the immense weight of the red fox’s paw, and nearly blinded from the oppressive, earthly darkness that permeated about the fox’s humid though spacious den, the sweet, cute little field mouse, Abigail, could do little more than whimper as her dear lover, and best friend, Clifford, also a field mouse, disgustedly squeaked and writhed within the fox’s slimy, stinking maw. The fox, with his den as spacious as it was, was permitted to be, and, indeed, was, in the sitting position, and his jaws were tightly clicked shut, and though Clifford’s voice was likewise terribly muffled, still Abigail could make out, even at such a great distance, his pained, anguished cries: those beseeching mercy, those beseeching life. His pleas, however, fervent as they were, were not only disregarded by the vulpine but also mocked, as the fox playfully and carelessly swished him about in his mouth with his prodding, teasing tongue, continuously drenching the poor mouse in hot, gooey saliva.

	At some point, within these earthly chambers there came a newfound light, as the numerous clouds that were floating along the sky above – those which had been partially responsible for the den’s obscene darkness – at last seemed to depart; and as a few gentle beams from the early evening sun were then likewise able to penetrate through the den’s entrance and lightly shine over the fox and his prey, the vulpine couldn’t help but utter a high-pitched, sinister snicker, as, at last, the female mouse was able to observe, intimately, with her own two eyes, the fox’s cruel, dominating disposition: his twisted, crazed eyes, beaming with intensity; his black, saliva-coated lips, curled into a devious, teasing smile. At length, the fox’s grin even seemed to exponentiate – from a devious to a downright satanic one – as his lips spread apart, revealing a set of menacing, pointy, vaguely yellow teeth. Soon after, the fox slowly, albeit slightly, spread his jaws apart, and – there Clifford sat: exhausted, curled up and whimpering upon the vulpine’s soft, squishy tongue, locked up like a prisoner beyond the plentiful, gooey strings of saliva connecting the top and bottom jaws. The mice’s eyes met, and simultaneously the two desperately reached out to grab hold of one another, deluded, perhaps, despite their distance, that if they tried hard enough, they could somehow manage to grasp onto and save each other.

	The fox, however, chuckling to himself, brutally reminded the two of the true, utter futility in their efforts, as, slowly, the fox then proceeded to curl his tongue around Clifford’s whimpering form, loudly and sharply click his jaws shut, boldly raise up his chin; and then, with one sharp, strong, loving gulp-

	*GLLRRRRPP!!*

	Clifford… was finished…

	Abigail was then tragically forced to watch as her dear lover, now reduced to nothing but a sobbing, struggling bulge on the fox’s fur, slowly, wetly, agonizingly squelched his way through the vulpine’s esophagus. The bulge admittedly became somewhat obscured for some moments upon entering the chest, but only seconds later it reappeared, clearer and more frantic than ever, as the doomed rodent despairingly continued his tight, hot, slimy descent; until eventually, with one particularly nasty, wet-sounding squelch, the mouse at last pushed his way through the fox’s sphincter and into his the cavernous, smoldering stomach, a great many gross and cacophonous gurgles emitting out soon thereafter, as tears began excessively running down Abigail’s cheeks.

	“Oh… Oh my god…” Abigail whispered shakily, wholly and utterly terrified. 

	“Haaaaahhh…” the fox sighed breathily, rubbing his tummy with his free paw. “Such a delectable little morsel he was! His flavor… oh, it lingers still on my tongue!” Noisily and sloppily the fox licked his lips, coating them further in copious amounts of warm, slimy drool, and inadvertently causing a few of the globules to pool upon the ground below, mere inches from that bulgy, furry belly. 

	“Ooh, and what a squirmer, too!” The fox added, delighting in the mouse’s feeble struggles; feeling, to him, like a lovely, delicate, massage: a massage uniquely emanating from the internal rather than the external. “Yes, yes… so delicious. I am most looking forward to seeing what you have to offer, my dear…”

	“C… C-C…” Abigail stuttered, sobbing as she stared helplessly at the fox’s paw, teasingly and slowly rubbing over the squirming bulge on his belly. “Clifford? D-Darling…?” Her voice was terribly raspy and shaky, and hardly perceptible over the stomach’s raucous gurgles. She nearly began to hyperventilate, despite the weight of the fox’s paw over her, as she inevitably began to reminisce upon dear memories – happy, loving memories of her and her lover, telling of a happier, simpler time, before they’d been captured…

	The two mice were rather young, and though not the most adept of their kind, their passion and fellowship for one another was, even among all the other loving couples in the forest, remarkably extraordinary. It was to such a degree, even, that many had thought of them as mad, and, indeed, though love naturally invoked many warm, positive feelings, which they feverishly, delightfully took in whenever they were together, it could also, as they’d unfortunately came to realize while foraging for food earlier that day, prove to dull their senses. Unfortunately, by the time they regained their awareness and realized the danger before them, the fox had already caught them, holding their tails in his mouth; and, being the sadistic brute that he was, and desiring to take his time with his meal, while also not wanting to run the risk of being interrupted by another predator somewhere in the forest, swiftly carried them away – off to his den.
	
	And now… they were here… 

	“Hm hm hmm! ‘Darling,’ eh?” Smiling toothily, the fox slowly then proceeded to pick up Abigail by the tail and shove her right against the furry bulge at his belly, teasingly rubbing her about it and delighting himself in both the mice’s resulting, more spastic squirms. “My, isn’t that just adorable? Have to admit, now that I think about it, you two actually do make a pretty cute couple…”

	Abigail could hardly comprehend the fox’s words; in fact, she could hardly think clearly at all. She was at a complete loss for words, pressed up and rubbed against the fox’s belly fat; trembling excessively at feeling intimately, from within, Clifford’s distraught form wildly kicking and pawing at the stomach walls; hearing, now dreadfully clearly, his pained sobs and whimpers, amid a most horrid symphony of wet glorps and gurgles. 

	“D… Dar…ling…” 

	*Glrrggle…* GlorrRRRPP!!*

	Then, all of a sudden, seemingly as a result of the male mouse’s painfully incessant struggles, and the fox’s rather rough caresses, the stomach’s gurgles radically intensified, a great build-up of gas was incurred, and the next moment, needing it to be released-

	*BUUAAAARRPP!!*

	The fox grotesquely uttered a long, wet, hot belch; and as it was being released, the fox purposely pressed Abigail even tighter against his now violently rumbling belly, and likewise the gurgles appeared just that much clearer and more disgusting, the female mouse now practically able to hear every single wet squelch; all the crisp, horrid poppings and bubblings of the fetid stomach juices within. 

	*GLLRRGGLE!!* *GLLORRRP!!* *CLRRRCH!!*

	It was utterly abhorrent, and seemed to go on for hours, but once the belch was eventually completed, the female mouse could suddenly feel the fox pull her away – still by her tail – and, at length, found herself dangling before the fox’s smirking face.

	“Forgive me, my dear,” the fox nonchalantly apologized. “I suppose that… eructation was rather rude, wasn’t it? Hm hm hmm…” The fox then slowly spread his jaws apart and lolled out his long, slimy tongue before roughly slurping over the mouse’s fur, as she let out a horrid, disgusted squeak. 

	“Mmmm…” the fox hummed, wetly smacking his lips. “Aww, you look so sad! Do you miss your mate? Is that it? Well, worry not, my dear; you shall be with him soon!”

	Slowly the fox then squelched his jaws wide open and held her above, blowing long, heavy, excited breaths over her petrified form. And it was there, teasingly dangled above the dark-pink, pulsating crevice that was fox’s throat, that excitedly quivering tongue, those sharp, vaguely yellow teeth, that Abigail suddenly seemed to snap out of her daze and realize the full weight of the situation she was in: that she, just as her lover had been, was about to be eaten; that never again would she or Clifford see the light of day; that they were to about to be digested, and eventually end up as fat on the fox’s belly…

	That they… were about to die…

	At that moment, she could practically hear her sanity, whatever little of it there was left remaining in her mind, as though it were a tangible substance, snap like a twig; and her eyes went wide, and she screamed suddenly and loudly, overcome with an absolute terror.

	“OH GOD!! S-SOMEONE, HELP-”

	But before she could say anymore, the fox suddenly released his grip around her tail, and the next moment she found herself falling – almost in slow-motion, it seemed – eventually landing on the fox’s tongue with a nice, wet squish. Still, she continued to scream wildly, even as the fox then proceeded to swiftly click his jaws shut, and teasingly deliver unto her the same treatment as he had her lover, ruthlessly swishing her around in his maw, coating her in abhorrent amounts of smelly, slimy drool, further and further muffling her cries, and further and further cementing her as nothing but food for the hungry vulpine. All throughout, the fox moaned in ecstasy, overcome by the female mouse’s flavor: a flavor that turned out to be not all too different from what her lover’s had had. Nothing extremely unique, mind you, but terrifically delicious all the same, filled with such a rich, tangy meatiness…

	Admittedly, he grew to become a little too excited over her flavor, as gradually he resolved to go about his teasings even slower, deeper, and more intense than before, maneuvering his tongue in rough and, at times, even bizarre fashions, such as, at one point, somehow managing to coil his tongue about almost all of her body, effectively cocooning her in the wet, squishy muscle. It was quite an impressive feat, considering the mouse’s struggles and the fox’s tongue’s not especially prehensile nature; but it was also somewhat uncomfortable, given his lack of experience with the stunt, and so he regrettably only managed to hold it for a few seconds. Yet so, even after this, he continued in his cruelty: relentlessly slurping away at her fur, forcibly pushing her against his teeth and to the roof of his mouth, bathing her in constantly regenerating pools of fetid saliva. All the while, the mouse struggled valiantly, but despite her best efforts, it only proved in yielding pleasure, not discomfort, for the sadistic vulpine; and, inevitably, after what seemed like an eternity, she at last seemed to submit to exhaustion, her body going almost completely limp, with only minute twitches visible every now and then, as she sadly, brokenly wheezed and sobbed.

	The fox admittedly became a tad disappointed at her inevitable inaction, but, all things considered, even he, too, was, by that point, beginning to tire somewhat of the treatment, especially considering that practically all of her flavor had since been sapped away by his tongue. As a result of his treatment, however, she was, rather conveniently, now utterly smothered in saliva: several coats of the putrid slime now plastered over her fur, making her all nice and lubricated: ready for the swallow.

	And so, the time came…

	The fox chuckled briefly before slowly beginning to dip down the back of his tongue, upon which the mouse lay, toward his eager throat. Abigail became terrified, feeling the esophagus beginning to envelop her legs, and so she screamed, as loud as she could possibly manage, but only a second later her voice became horribly muffled, as she suddenly felt herself plunge into a hot, tight, all-encompassing darkness, her ears simultaneously and brutally becoming assaulted with the deafening, wet sounds of a great, satisfying swallow.

	*GLLRRRRRRKK!!*

	And, just like that, Abigail, too, was finished…

	The fox then couldn’t help but give a long, satisfied sigh, lolling out his tongue greatly with a content look on his face, as he delicately brought up his paw and followed the bulge down to his waiting belly, the female mouse eventually plopping in there with a grotesque squelch, followed by a long, drawn-out, satisfied gurgle, the stomach eagerly accepting her into its wet, smoldering chambers. Soon after, the fox could vaguely hear the two mice despairingly call out to each other, followed by intense episodes of sobs, as the two tightly hugged onto one another, the fox playfully patting at his belly all the while.

	“Mm mmmh!” the fox hummed, sloppily licking his lips. “Absolutely delicious!”

	The fox snickered a little bit, before, just as when he’d swallowed Clifford, a sharp build-up of gas was rapidly incurred, and he released yet another belch, this time much deeper, wetter, and far more disgusting, shooting numerous strings of saliva all over the wall and floor, as a stinking miasma, telling of the decayed flesh of his past meals, permeated about his den.

	“BBUUURRRRRRRRPHH!!!”

	 Such a tremendous release of gas, naturally, also coincided a shrinking of the stomach’s size, and thus the two mice became mightily compressed into one another, all walls of the stomach relentlessly pulsating around them, trying to smother as much of the stomach’s juices as possible over all parts of their bodies, preparing them for their inevitable digestion…

	Once the belch was, at length, completed, the fox gradually closed his maw and his eyes, taking a delightful whiff of the belch he’d just uttered before slowly re-opening his eyes and staring at the mighty, now nearly quiescent bulge on his belly. He gave it a few more pats before slowly residing himself to the floor of his den, curling himself into a ball as, simultaneously, the clouds above seemed to obscure the sun’s light once again, causing the den to once more become obscenely dark. Soon after, the fox admittedly began to feel a little tired, and, after giving a long, satisfying yawn, he wetly smacked his lips a couple times before nuzzling his belly a little bit.

	“Well,” the fox whispered, “good night, little ones, and thank you – thank you for such a delicious, filling meal. And, hey, look at the bright side: you two are such a cute couple… and now, you can be together forever – as pudge on my belly! Isn’t that just delightful?”

	All that erupted from the belly after that was long, sad series of gurgles. The fox smiled, giving a short, stroking lick to his belly before positioning his head comfortably, closing his eyes and shortly thereafter falling asleep, full and satisfied.