Soft vore, non-consensual, Fox/Squirrel, M/m

Y'know...you'd think that, being medics, we would be viewed as more useful outside of a stomach rather than in. You'd think that our protective emblems (the red cross, the star of life, et cetera) would signify to predators keen on devouring us that we have something very useful to offer them and are worth keeping around. We heal everyone, every species, prey or pred; no discrimination, and yet...some predators just don't respect the Geneva Conventions. XD

The pred wasn't originally a fox, but I decided to change it while writing since this seems like exactly the kind of evil thing that a fox would do! Sorry to any foxies out there for the stereotype, but...y'know...you /have/ kind of built up a reputation like that! (besides, I reeeeeally have a thing for foxes ^///^)

Anyway...this is just another 'very unfair and completely evil to a certain little squirrel' fantasy that popped up into my mind while on call as an emergency medical responder. I've finally started writing these regularly as opposed to the 'once every year or two' system I was working on before. ^^

I have to admit that this story is slightly OOC just because I never thought of combining Izzy and my real-life work as a medic but again, this was just a little idea that popped into my head. Just a personal fantasy that I imagined happening to me (^///^) and since Izzy = me and I = Izzy I thought I would write it anyway. Maybe he read a lot of first aid books or something, I dunno!

Don't eat the medics! (Of course, it could be argued that carrying a medic around with you at all times like this is actually a pretty good idea if you think about it. A full belly and always having a certified medical technician around wherever you go...I mean, uh...of course that's completely incorrect! Forget I brought it up! On you go! XD)

Thank you very much for reading and I really hope you like it! ^_^

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