Commissioned by  TarenGe featuring TarenGe's Alvin and my mouse self. ^w^ And here's the story to go with this illustration. O.O

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It was one of those rare autumn days that seemed to be pulled straight from a dream, where the air is crisp but not too cold, and the trees have finally surrendered their leaves to the season, painting the world in vibrant shades of red and orange. I found myself wandering through the park, a little mouse girl, lost in the simple joy of being outside. The Non-Vore Zone was a sanctuary, one of the few places where I could let my guard down and enjoy the world without the constant fear of being someone's next meal.

As I strolled along the paths, the world around me felt almost surreal in its tranquility. The wind rustled through the branches, sending a cascade of leaves tumbling down, their colors blazing against the clear sky. The lake, not far off, mirrored the scene in its stillness, the occasional ripple from a breeze the only disturbance on its glassy surface. I felt safe here, in this pocket of peace, where the dangers of the outside world seemed a distant memory.

I passed the playground, which was alive with the sounds of children laughing and playing, their parents close by, keeping a watchful eye. The sight brought a smile to my face, though I barely noticed the gray cat lounging nearby, its eyes fixed on me. My thoughts were far from danger as I made my way to the wooden bridge that spanned the narrowest part of the lake.

The bridge creaked underfoot, the sound blending with the gentle murmurs of the park, as I walked along, feeling the sun warm my fur and the wind play through my brunette hair. It was a perfect moment, the kind that felt like it could last forever. The voices from the playground grew distant, replaced by the soothing sounds of the water lapping against the bridge’s supports. I was so lost in the serenity that I didn’t realize just how far I had wandered from the safety of the crowd.

The first sign that something was wrong was a sudden grip on my waist. I barely had time to squeak in surprise before I was lifted off my feet, the world tilting as I was hoisted into the air. Panic surged through me as I twisted to look over my shoulder, only to come face-to-face with a bunny, his mouth already open wide.

I didn’t even have time to scream before he shoved my head into his maw, the soft warmth of his tongue pressing against my face. My muffled cries for help were swallowed along with me as he began to devour me whole, his throat pulling me deeper with every gulp. I wriggled desperately, trying to break free, but it was no use. He was relentless, focused more on filling his stomach than savoring the taste, though he did swipe his tongue over my face once, almost absentmindedly.

In what felt like a mere thirty seconds, I was completely engulfed, my body sliding down into his tight throat and into the waiting embrace of his stomach. My green shirt and blue leggings offered little resistance as they were quickly soaked in the acidic juices that pooled around me. The bunny’s belly stretched to accommodate me, a noticeable bulge forming under his black tank top as I curled up inside.

He leaned against the bridge’s railing, sighing contentedly as he looked down at his swollen stomach. I struggled to sit up in the cramped space, my anger boiling over as I shouted, "Seriously?! A bunny?! Lemme out!" But all he did was press a finger to where my nose was poking against his belly, giving it a playful boop.

“I apologize, but I couldn’t resist such a cute and curvy mouse girl,” he said with a smile that I could almost feel through the layers of flesh and fur. “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure a gray cat was stalking you through the park, so you were going to end up in a stomach sooner or later.”

His words only made me angrier. I shoved against his insides, trying to hurt him, to make him regret his decision. But all my struggles accomplished was a contented sigh from the bunny, who seemed to be enjoying my efforts as a sort of massage. He leaned back more comfortably, closing his eyes as the warmth of the sun and the fullness of his belly lulled him into a state of complete relaxation.

I continued to shout insults, hoping to get under his skin, but it was no use. The gurgling of his stomach grew louder, the acidic juices starting to work on breaking me down, the tight space becoming even more oppressive as the walls pressed in around me. My voice grew quieter, the fight draining out of me as I realized that he didn’t care. He was going to digest me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The last thing I heard was his belly groaning in satisfaction as it began to soften around me, my form melting away as I became just another part of him. He sighed again, this time with a deeper sense of satisfaction, feeling his belly press against the bridge’s railing as the last traces of me disappeared.

No one in the park noticed a thing. There would be no evidence of his rule-breaking, no sign that a mouse girl had ever wandered too far from safety. And as he stretched, feeling the beginnings of a new layer of softness on his hips, the bunny couldn’t help but think that it had been a perfect autumn day after all.

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