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Story  Nate-Lightningwolf

What great misfortune. Whilst the wolf had taken his time to savor the captured paws of his vulpine friend, Suka had a stroke of genius fueled by the desire to not be dinner. He had managed to gather enough of the beast's drool onto his hands, slicking them enough to slip free of Nate's grasp. With his freedom regained, but still in jeopardy, the fox turned to bolt, taking half a dozen panicked steps before a twist of fate twisted his ankle, his foot catching on the root of a tree as he went to lift it, sending him tumbling.

'No-no-no, fuck, fuck, no!' the words bounced around in his head as his ankle was left throbbing with the heated pain of sprained tendons, the words half-leaving his lips, talking to himself as he realized he couldn't run. Rolling onto his back Suka started to drag himself backwards with his elbows, pushing off the ground with his good leg, trying to do something, anything, to get away from the wolf. He even looked around for stones to toss at the lupine, finding none; though, he knew, deep down, that it would do nothing to stop Nate. The wolf drew closer and closer, seeming to simply materialize from the moonlit glow of the collecting fog, his fur nearly blending in with the ground-level clouds. The pain in Suka's ankle would spike sharply as demon grasped him by the feet, eliciting a yelp from the frightened fur, the vulpine shaking and squirming as he found himself being lifted into the air feet first. This was bad. This was very, very bad. The fog had grown so thick in such a short time, he couldn't even see the glow of the streetlights he'd taken for granted only so recently. He was alone, far from anyone that could help him, too far to be heard, or seen.

"Stop!" the fox yelled, his voice shaking with fear, a shiver running down his spine as he felt the hot, slippery mass of the hound's tongue gliding over his sole. The sensation sucked the air from his lungs, the foul, slimy texture of that drool-coated muscle jumping out in his mind, the heat of it so far removed from the nighttime chill that it almost burned... And then, that very same feeling surrounded both his feet, a writhing, black serpent wriggling between the caught feet, slipping between his toes, covering every inch as it explored, treating him as piece of meat as it traveled wherever it pleased. The fox tried to kick, to do something to escape this wretched fate the wolf wished to inflict on him, but the effort only caused his ankle to throb in protest. "Nate! Don't do this!" Suka pleaded, swinging his arms, fists thumping harmlessly off the wolf's legs; he might as well have been punching stone.

Suka continued to squirm, fight, and scream for help. "Help me! Someone!" came the cried, but there was no answer, he fog swallowing his voice just as the wolf was swallowing him. The behemoth just kept going, steadily swallowing the cross fox's legs, more and more of the vulpine's lower body encased in a tight, rippling tunnel of muscle. The ground receded from him, growing further away as he was lifted higher and higher, more of his form vanishing into another, larger, living being. He could feel every clench of the throat, every shift downwards, every rasp of the tongue that left no inch untouched, and every last drop of thick, sticky drool that soaked into his fur. He could feel his heart beating in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins as his life was stolen from him.

One of the behemoth's paws gripped the fox boy's shoulder, lifting him up, bringing the vulpine's upper body level with the gluttonous wolf's head. "Please!" the fox cried out again, turning his voice back towards the hound. "Please don't do this to me!" He looked into the wolf's eyes, and felt his heart drop into his stomach. There was no remorse in the green spheres. No regret, no hesitation; Nate didn't even look at him as a person. Another inward lurch, another few inches downwards mimicking the sinking sensation he felt inside as his last, desperate hopes to appeal to the wolf were sucked away. To Nate, he was just a meal. Meat. Something to eat, and fill his belly with. It didn't matter that he was still alive while it was done, or that the fox would lose his life in the process of becoming food. The wolf's mind was made up; he had decided a long time ago that he would devour the black and orange furred cutie whole, and it showed in his face. Suka knew that expression all too well. He'd seen the wolf feed before, seen the same uncaring gaze, casting not a single thought towards the death and suffering he was inflicting on another living being. He'd even seen it happen to some of his friends, even other foxes, vanishing into that black maw, never to be seen again. And those green eyes told him one thing, something he knew would eventually come if he lingered around the beast. It was his turn.

Suka could feel tears burning at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill out into the world as he was exposed to the utter hopelessness of his situation. Rather than give in, however, he pushed the tears back, pushing against the wolf's muzzle, trying to wedge himself out, or at least slow the silver furred figure's progress. Casting his gaze about, the fox realized he was still near the tree whose roots he'd tripped on. Lashing out with one hand, he managed to grasp one of the lower hanging branches, immediately starting to pull. His heart fluttered as he heard a squelch, his body easing a few inches out of the wolf's maw; there was hope! That newly restored dream of going without being someone's dinner was quickly shattered once again, a sharp snap ringing out as the branch broke off in his hand, leaving him holding a useless stick. Once again, Nate's paw shifted, moving from Suka's shoulder to the back of his head, starting to push the fox inside, rather than relying on his throat alone to drag the boy down. Suka looked on with a frightened expression, helpless to watch as more and more of his body vanished between the gate of black lips and alabaster fangs. He swung his arm up, hoping to stab the gluttonous devil in the eye with the piece of wood, the the wolf's other arm, still free, caught him by the wrist, twisting the arm backwards until the cross fox was forced to drop the broken branch.

He'd lost. He was going to die. He was just wolf food now.