Prey
It's
raining again.
The
world around me is full with the sound of the storm. It falls from
the black sky, dripping through the forest canopy to the soggy land
below. It falls onto my head and rattles in my skull, then it drips
down my fur, crashing gently around me. I shiver in the wet cold and
my fur coat grows thicker. It helps, but I'm still not warm. Some
rain gets into my eye and I blink it out. It's rained for many nights
in a row now. I haven't been able to hunt anything in that time

Prey
- end
While
the creatures of the forest hunted and hid, the sun drifted overhead,
absent and unconcerned. As it fell beneath the hills of the distance,
the animals of the night arose. Some rose with new strength, enough
to survive another day. Others did not rise like they had the night
before, and would never awake again. But their bodies would be a part
of the forest forever.
---
A
cool breeze teases the wolf's fur as she sleeps. It washes over her
like a soft wave.
She
snuggles deeper in

Prey - p2
Searing pain, inside
and out, is the first thing I notice as I awake. My immediate fear is
that I had never escaped my predators at all. Maybe it was all a
dream, and I'm just now waking up, half digested, still gurgling away
in the bird's gut as he sleeps. I try to open my eyes, but they sting
with fluid. I try to take a breath of air. Oh god, I can't breath.
I gasp as hard as I
can, but nothing gets in. There's a heavy pain in my chest, burning
and throbing. My skin stings, my nose

Fatal
vore, Feral Prey, Graphic Digestion, and Graphic Disposal.Stop at
the ~~~ line if you don’t want scat.
Mouse
prey
The
poor mouse quivers in my hands. I hold him cupped inside them,
feeling him wriggle and skitter around, futility scratching at my
fingers. He won't find escape now. In one swift movement I grab him
with my bottom hand, securing his lower body, only his frantic head
and front paws are loose. My stomach gurgles inside me, “groylglgl”.
He hears it, going stiff for a momen

Prey
It's raining again.
The world around me is
full with the sound of the storm. It falls from the black sky,
dripping through the forest canopy to the soggy land below. It falls
onto my head and rattles in my skull, then it drips down my fur,
crashing gently around me. I shiver in the wet cold and my fur coat
grows thicker. It helps, but I'm still not warm. Some rain gets into
my eye and I blink it out. It's rained for many nights in a row now.
I haven't been able to hunt anything in that time

Fatal
vore, Feral Pred, Graphic Digestion, and Graphic Disposal.Stop at
the ~~~ line if you don’t want scat.
Fox's Meal
She's found me. I sit
staring paralysed at her face looking down on me. Her bright green
eyes looking down on my frozen form. She looks over her meal before
lowering her wet, black nose to my fur and sniffing hard. She
considers my scent for a moment before poking out her tongue and
dragging it over my body. Her rough tongue pushes over me like a wet
blanket, dampening me and