Commissioned by  whitewendigo. And here is the story to go along with it. ^_^

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It was autumn in the forest, early morning, and the air was alive with the sounds of chirping birds and the scurrying of small creatures across branches and fallen leaves. The forest floor rustled beneath them, the rich scent of damp earth and decaying foliage filling the air. One such creature was Sienna, a sleek, grey-furred squirrel woman with stripes running along her sides, faintly reminiscent of a chipmunk. Her fur shimmered under the dappled sunlight breaking through the trees, and her large, expressive eyes—intense and slightly unsettling—glimmered with an eager energy. She clung effortlessly to the thick trunk of an ancient oak, her lithe, agile form perfectly suited for the climb. Her long, bushy tail twitched excitedly behind her, flicking back and forth as she peered down from her high vantage point, waiting, watching.

Below her, a young woman moved nervously through the underbrush. She darted from shadow to shadow, barely staying out in the open for more than a few moments before diving beneath a mushroom cap or hiding under the cover of fallen branches. Her eyes were wide with wariness, constantly scanning the environment as though she knew she was being watched. Sienna, perched silently above, licked her lips, her keen gaze never leaving the woman.

The moment the lady reached a bush brimming with ripe blackberries, Sienna decided it was time to act. She descended the tree swiftly, her claws expertly gripping the bark as she made her way down, silent and quick. Just as the woman was about to pluck a berry, Sienna landed gracefully behind her, the sudden appearance causing the woman to let out a sharp squeak of surprise.

Before she could bolt, Sienna's smooth, melodic voice drifted through the air, immediately calming the frightened human. “No need to be afraid. Go on, pluck your berry,” she coaxed. Her words held a strange power, wrapping around the mouse like a soft blanket, and the tension in the air melted away.

What the woman didn’t know was that Sienna’s voice was imbued with a hypnotic charm, a skill she used often to entrance her prey. Mesmerized, the lady found herself gazing into Sienna’s eyes, her mind becoming foggy, her limbs growing heavy. The intensity of Sienna’s gaze captivated her, drawing her in deeper. The world around her seemed to blur, and all she could focus on was the beauty of those eyes and the soothing tone of the squirrel’s voice.

Minutes passed without the lady fully understanding what was happening. She felt a strange sensation, moments of wetness and warmth, coupled with the squirrel’s delighted hums. It wasn’t until the trance began to wear off that she realized something was terribly wrong. With a nervous squeak, she became aware of her surroundings—or lack thereof. She was no longer standing beneath the blackberry bush but enclosed in a tight, humid space that hugged her body from all sides. Panic set in as she realized she was inside Sienna’s belly, the walls pressing against her, shifting slightly as the squirrel adjusted her posture.

The woman fidgeted, struggling to move within the confines of the tight stomach, but it was useless. She heard Sienna’s voice again, this time coming from outside, though still as calm and soothing as before. “Don’t fidget now,” Sienna said, her tone almost playful. “You were enjoying it just a moment ago.”

The human let out a muffled snarl, trying to muster a retort, but her words were swallowed up by the groaning and gurgling sounds of Sienna’s belly, which had already begun its work. As Sienna leisurely crawled back up the tree, seeking the high ground, she smiled to herself. She settled into a comfortable spot among the branches, closing her eyes to peacefully enjoy the process of digestion, the forest’s gentle morning sounds returning to fill the air.

The end was inevitable, and Sienna was in no rush.

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