The dark night sky was suddenly alight with a burning blue glow as a chunk of debris easily the size of a small car came crashing through the night. The earth shook and quaked as the burning hot chunk of metal shattered the ground and splintered trees below in the crash. Smoke and dust filled the air as the huge item settled into the crater it had created in the soil.
  Peace and silence seemed to begin to settle as the giant item fell still in that chill pine forest. That was until a hatch seemed to materialize on its half-melted, warped surface. The door weakly creaked open with a puff of condensation. As it fell open a grey figure collapsed out of it. The being took the form of a twisted, bipedal wolf creature as they fell to their knees. With each pained hack and wheeze, their wolf-like snout would perfectly split into four separate sections. They fully seemed as if they would vomit if they had anything left in their stomach, but all that came out was a thick, nearly caustic grey drool.
  Slowly the wolf creature seemed to gain control of themself, just barely managing to crawl to a tree to allow themself to have some kind of support.
  Her name simply was Yenna. Or at least that was how an English-speaking, earth species would be able to pronounce it. And Yenna’s species was known equally simply as loboans.
  Steadily, with the use of the tree, Yenna was able to guide herself up onto her long, spindly digitigrade legs. She rose fully to her nearly seven-and-a-half-foot height. Her muscles were dense and tightly wrapped around her form, giving her a lean, lithe appearance. Like many others of her species, Yenna was layered in a coat of short fur of deep greys and black, all except for her head, which was wrapped in a thick mane of a deep red.
  Yenna slowly turned back to the twisted, wreck escape pod she’d been stranded in for much longer than she’d like to consider.
  “Certainly not a landing I can be… proud of,” she meekly muttered as she stumbled over to the crater. Even just getting close again she could feel the heat from entering the planet’s atmosphere still radiating off the metal. Even with the heat, she carefully crawled back inside the isolated interior, kneeling down at the torn-up seat she’d been anxiously picking at for the whole of her time inside. All the screens inside were everything short of actively on fire when it came to their functionality. With one of her three black claws, she furiously tapped at the main screen, trying to get a location for herself.
  Finally, with a bit of a fight, the central screen gained just enough functionality to display her current location. A habitable planet known by the locals as Earth planted right on the far side of the Milky Way galaxy. Yenna let out a low growl at that information, giving the screen a smack with the back of her hand.
  She crawled back out of the pod, discarding her old jacket that had been torn beyond recognition in the struggle and crash. That left her in a tight, light grey body suit that hugged her flat stomach and modest rear and breasts tightly. For loboans, modesty was not a priority. If you had a good body, it was something to be shown. Her only remaining accessory being a small grey disk attached to her collar. With every word from her mouth, it seemed to softy blink a bright green light.
  When she had put a good bit of distance between herself and the pod, Yenna turned her piercing purple eyes to the sky. It was of a dull purple, dotted with pale stars and adorned brightly with a yellow moon. A sight not unlike the one she’d seen so many nights before, the moon only lacking the deep green striping and light purple atmosphere of her home of Lunar Lobo. She’d gotten a chance to see it a few times from that view when visiting Anur Transyl throughout her life. Or when she had viewed it from the ship as they rode off into space.
  Was that truly to be the last time she’d see her home?
  “We really are far from Lobo, aren’t we?” Yenna questioned to the silent night. Her head drifted down to the floor as she sadly scratched at the earth in another repetitive motion. “The other side of the galaxy...”
  She’d been on a simple hunting trip with several other loboans from both her own and nearby clans. A chance to travel the stars and find new prey she’d never get a chance to hunt otherwise. She’d heard stories of her mother and uncles tearing apart crabdozers or tying down a terroranchula with its own webs on trips like these. And that was the chance being a part of this hunting party could offer her. That was until it went so horribly wrong.
  Raiders had mistaken them for a merchant ship and attacked. The inside of the ship sparked and rattled as aliens she’d never even considered boarded and the fight began. It was a good, long fight. And Yenna had gotten plenty of good hits in, getting the chance to maul a few of their attackers. Till a kick to the gut by a citrakayah had launched her into a nearby escape pod. The failing ship system took her falling in as the order to lock it and send the pod firing off into space as her ship was left fading in the distance.
  Yenna had sat in that pod, drifting through the empty void for longer than seemed possible. She’d exhausted the resources inside long before she was finally dragged into Earth’s orbit. Now she was left sitting in the dirt of a strange planet, not even sure if her friends were ok.
  Glancing back up, Yenna found herself focused on the towering pine trees above her.
  “Those…kind of look like home…” she muttered, reminded of the giant spiring plants back home. She’d climbed them plenty all her life. As a pup it was just for fun, but as an adult she-wolf, they made for a great vantage point while on a hunt. Hunts that happened in very similar conditions as the ones she was in. Cool soil below her, darkness cast by the plants above, and scents trailing through the air with every breath. “That…feels like home.”
  Yenna rose back to her feet, sniffing the air. She could catch the whiff of many things out there in these woods; targets for a hunt. With that thought, her stomach let out a low growl.
  “Yeah, yeah… a little hunting is the pick me up I need,” she mured, lowering herself down onto her all fours. Her legs twisted up like springs, ready to launch her forward into the woods. And with a small lick of her lips, Yenna kicked off into the darkness.
 
 
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  A fox covered in a soft red coat, no bigger than ten pounds, softly snuffled across the dim forest floor, its tail slowly swishing behind it. It dug and sniffed among the grass, searching for mice or bugs to devour, as any predator would. But in its predatory pursuit, it seemed to forget that it too was prey, as a pair of unfamiliar, purple eyes slowly stalked it from the darkness.
  With a soft rustle of grass, the fox jumped, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of itself being watched. Unwilling to wait for that anxiety to grow into something more the little fox made a break for it. Just as it burst into a run, so did Yenna as she leaped from the undergrowth.
  On all fours she trailed after the small earth-creature, her tongue madly flailing as she savored the chase. The fox dashed in an attempt to escape, but when it found Yenna only closing in it soon turned to dodging and weaving, attempting to zig-zag to safety. But with Yenna’s agility and traction-giving claws, she had no trouble keeping pace, only growing closer and closer. The thrill of the hunt was almost making her blood fizz like she was an excited champagne bottle just ready to burst. And that burst came as she drew just close enough to the fox, which attempted to dart to the left away from her.
  Yenna’s jaw split apart in four as her chest puffed up and she released a blast of concentrated sound directly at the little fox. The little creature was struck right on target, proceeding to be launched into the air along with clods of dirt as it was struck. It softly bounced once or twice across the ground before falling limp at the base of a tree.
  The loboan woman rose to her hind legs, a smile creeping across her snout even before it returned to its relaxed state. She couldn’t help but let out an excited yip as she scampered over to reach down and scooped it up by the scruff. She lifted the pathetic vulpine up seven and a half feet to her eye level. As she lifted it up she watched as it weakly kicked and wiggled. She’d only hit it with a small howl, only enough to stun it, not kill it, she liked it better when they squirmed.
  “You’re weird and weak little thing, aren’t you?” she muttered, poking at the fox with her other hand. The fox only squirmed and yipped in an attempt to free itself as its mobility returned. “But eh, even if you’re weak, I bet you’re still plenty tasty,” Yenna smiled as she lifted the fox higher.
  She raised the fox high over her head as her jaw again split apart into four sections, revealing her cavernous throat. The prey only seemed to struggle harder and harder in an attempt to escape. But it did the fox no good as Yenna released its scruff and let it fall.
  The fox fell an extra two feet as it came crashing down directly into Yenna’s throat. Instantly as soon as it hit her tongue, Yenna's mouth snapped closed, sealing away the fox forever. With a thunderous “GULP” a squirming bulge appeared on Yenna’s neck, slowly crawling down her body till it slipped under her suit, between her breasts, and finally settled at her center, where her vulpine meal fell into her stomach with a “POP”.
  Yenna let out a loud sigh as her prey fell into her stomach, feeling it furiously squirm and kick. It was amazing to feel her prey attempt to fight its clear fate.
  Back on Lunar Lobo there was a clear thought process common in many clans; prey is best caught and eaten while still alive. The reasoning was simple; if you could catch prey and subdue it so much as to be able to eat it while it was still fighting, you were clearly an amazing hunter. With a splitting jaw and flexible body Loboans almost seemed built for proving their skill by snapping up their prey whole. And on a hunting-based culture like Lunar Lobo, a good hunter was respected by all.
  Her clawed hand fell down to her stomach, her belly bulging to about the size of a volleyball as her prey kicked and fought. But she understood it was for not, as prey that had been caught that quickly wouldn’t last any longer inside her. Her stomach would have no issue with this vulpine.
  Still, the fox fought, kicking, and clawing, and squirming, and yowling. But all it did was stretch out Yenna’s suit and her pelt. They simply had no hope of escape. The fox’s true fate was to be melted down into slop and used as fuel for Yenna as part of her first meal on earth. Already she could feel the process beginning as stomach fluid bubbled up, pooling around the poor creature as it desperately fought for its life. A life that would prove to mean nothing beyond food for Yenna.
  Yenna lifted her hand from her stomach, ready to leave her prey to its acidic fate. As her focus strayed she arched into a stretch, escaping the tension that had built up as she had stalked her prey. But as she stretch, Yenna realized one thing that should have been clear; it wasn’t enough.
  She’d been stuck for longer than she wished to count in that pod. Time with only a handful of tasteless rations and no chance to hunt. A small Earth-creature only a twentieth of her weight who only gave her a quick chase of a hunt would never be able to satisfy a loboan like her. No, she needed something more. Something more filling and more of a hunt.
  Yenna raised her snout and sniffed the air, searching for anything else that might catch her fancy. But the scents of this world were beyond her, beyond her understanding. What on Lunar Lobo might be the scent of a delicious prey, might only be a simple plant or type of mineral on this strange planet.
  “Ggrr, there’s got to be something!” Yenna growled, softly stamping a clawed foot in frustration. There was too much hunting energy built up in her only barely let out by that meager chase. With that frustration and a snarl on her face, Yenna journeyed back into the trees in search of a better hunt for herself.
 
 
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  The fire softly crackled and sputtered from the burning wood. Sparks flew up with the smoke as Regena sat back in silence, watching them rise. This little camping trip was definitely what she needed, an escape from the bustling world outside and a chance to escape into her own little world of the impossible.
  She was a young woman of barely twenty-three, with a soft but muscular frame and a head died pink hair. Something that made her stick out in her simple office job far in the cities so far from her true home of the wild woods.
  “Yeah, perfect,” she hummed as she lay back in her chair, only becoming more engrossed in her book in the firelight. She’d always taken enjoyment in the hideaway of the wild. They always were a second home for her, a place she grew up. Even if growing up out among the pines left her with a few close encounters with a predator’s stomach. Once, when she was twelve, she ended up curled up inside a wolf’s belly, fully expecting to be turned into wolf chub within the hour. That was about when her dad came rushing in and smacked it hard enough to spit her back up before it ran back into the woods. Simple to say, she wasn’t as big on the story of Little Red Riding Hood anymore after that.
But that didn’t matter anymore, she was an adult in her mid-twenties, far past the time she’d be targeted for food by wolves. Much less be able to be swallowed whole as some predators had tried before. So she could relax.
Regena’s relaxation was broken as she felt a chill across her back. Looking up from the book she’d gotten lost in, she found that the fire burning at her feet had gone from a raging blaze to a functional matchbox while she was mentally gone. She tried to reach over to grab another log to pile on but found her hand only catching air. Looking down, Regena found that next to her chair, there was no pile of firewood like she had planned.
“Oh course, that’s what I forgot,” she groaned looking up into the starry sky in annoyance. She had her night so perfectly planned out and she’d forgotten such an important thing. But that was who she was, so she should have expected it.
  Regena rose up to her feet, leaving her book down in her seat. She glanced back at her little buggy parked just out of the previous firelight’s glow. She could drive a ways out and back to the ranger’s station to buy some wood, but then again it was late, the station was likely closed for the night and in honesty, Regena couldn’t justify the drive to herself. No, she had a much better option as she turned to the wall of trees that marked the boundary of her campsite. The forest would be her wood pile for the night. Branches and fallen trees probably wouldn’t be the perfect fuel, but it would be enough to get her through the night. And so with that thought, Regena proudly marched off into the trees in search of fuel.
  The trees softly whistled in the wind overhead as Regena wandered deeper, a flashlight in hand to attempt to illuminate any wood she may come across. In the last fifteen minutes, she’d already gotten a decent pile of sticks, split logs, and bark under one arm. She probably could go back and keep the fire going for about another hour. But that would mean she’d have to delve into the forest again in another hour. And she’d probably have to go deeper in search of the wood she hadn’t already found. So Regena reasoned it would just be better to keep going and collected just a little more wood to keep the fire going a tiny bit longer. A little more time to be left alone to her book.
  The flashlight danced across the forest floor, illuminating yet more dried leaves, tiny plants, and twigs to tiny to be used as fuel. Really the greys and browns had almost become white noise to Regena, tuned out as she walked. That was still she was met with a sudden shock of white upon the ground.
  Regena paused as the white object came into view, her light illuminating its almost shiny surface. She crouched down to examine it further, the identity of the object seemed to become clearer as she crouched down. Its long snout and clear canines revealed to Regena it was a fox skull, and judging from the little clumps of red fur tossed on the ground and even still clinging to the bone, it was a red fox specifically. She’d seen a few skulls like it when she was young and wandering through the wood. A sign of a vulpine meeting an unfortunate fate, but not something too far out of the ordinary.
  She curiously reached down to pick up the skull. As soon as Regena touched the skull she was met with a thick slime coating its surface. Still, she lifted it up, trying to ignore the grossness, but the smell was a little harder. Foul and acidic like rancid dog breath wafted off the item, causing Regena to deeply grimace.
  “Little thing probably got snapped up by something,” Regena reasoned as she lowered the skull back to the leaf litter. She’d seen animals spit up the undigestables from their meals on occasion. Including when her late saint bernard trudged home on a cool winter evening and spat out most of a rabbit skeleton before collapsing down for a nap.
  Regena rose back up to her feet with a stretch, having gleamed as much as she cared from the fox skull. But almost as soon as she got to her feet and finished her stretch, Regena was signaled by the crunch of a bush being trampled down. Instantly she turned to the noise, not even having the synchronicity to turn her flashlight where her eyes went.
  There in the bush, barely hidden by the darkness was a pair of softly glowing, purple eyes. Meeting the eyes with her own Regena froze, her fight and flight response instantly kicked in, unfortunately picking freeze. Locked in shock she was only able to stare blankly at the eyes in front of her.
  The glowing eyes only hung there, almost expectantly, waiting for something. Every couple of moments they would shift and sway slightly as if fidgeting. And there deep in the darkness they stayed, simply locked there in the silence with Regena, neither wanting to move beyond a twitch of sway.
  Slowly rising from the darkness came a harsh growl, as if in frustration before the plants were broken apart as a creature leaped from the darkness. Before she could take another breath the wind was knocked out of Regena as she was knocked to the ground, her flashlight being knocked from her hand to go clattering to the earth. She struck the ground with a deep thump as the young woman was pinned to the ground by a great weight.
  As her head seemed to catch up with itself after the hit, Regena was able to register what was holding her down. Illuminated by the glow of the discarded flashlight was a massive red and grey wolf. No, less like the wolves Regena had seen so many times before, instead, she was instead being pinned by something like a redheaded werewolf.
  The werewolf was silent slowly lowering its snout down to Regena’s face. She was struck with a waft of musty, warm air blowing across her face as the creature began to sniff her. Its eyes hung narrowed and annoyed as its snout circled Regena’s head and neck. The whole time Regena was too petrified to move, her body locked in a primal fear just as she had been as the small girl pinned by a normal grey wolf.
  After it had satisfied itself with sniffing the werewolf returned to being directly focused on Regena’s face. But as she looked up at the creature’s own face, Regena became aware of a low noise, not like a growl more like a grumble. Like the noise someone would make when conned out of something they’d been looking forwards to. A very, human, noise.
  The noise slowly rose up from a low grumble, till to Regena’s shock, words formed.
  “Oh, this stupid planet, the hunting’s just pathetic here!” Yenna growled like an upset pup unfairly sent to bed without dinner. “This one just stopped moving when it saw me. It doesn’t even have camouflage and I could clearly see it!” her growl rose into a low bark as she ranted. “They’re making this no fun.”
  “You…you can talk?!” Regena gasped from under Yenna, startling a yelp from the loboan.
  “You can talk?!” Yenna gasped herself. “And you can understand me? How do you know lobic?”
  “I-I, you can talk?!” Regena was barely able to keep her head straight, only able to repeat the same exclamation. But as she spoke, Yenna noted the little device sat on her collar softly blinking again, not just to her own speech, but Regena’s. That was when the memory returned to her. A little universal translator built into the suit she’d been given for the hunting trip!
  Yenna still pinned Regena down, not wanting to release any possible prey, even if they did understand her. And as she held the human down, a thought entered Yenna’s head. A simple thought, but one that lead her to a wicked idea. “Prey that can understand her can be reasoned with.”
  “I didn’t catch your name, little creature?” Yenna kindly asked, a soft smile crossing her snout as her plan began.
  “I-I’m Regena, Miss wolf,” Regena softly whimpered, hoping swapping names might earn her back her life.
  “Well I’m Yenna, nice to meet you, Regena,” Yenna chirped, still holding her target fast.
  “Uh, hi, Yenna,” Regena weakly smiled. She would have waved if her arms weren’t held down. “Could-could you please let me go?”
  “I could. But I have a tiny issue,” Yenna smiled. “And I think you might be able to solve it.”
  “What is it?”
  “I really, really wanna hunt something,” Yenna leaned forwards with an evil grin.
  “There-there are plenty of foxes and rabbits around,” Regena reasoned. “Why don’t you go hunt one of those? See? Problem solved.”
  “But I already ate a fox!” Yenna whined again. Almost on cue, her stomach let out a low grumble as the last of the fox chyme twisted its way through her digestive tract. “And it was no fun of a hunt, and not even close to filling enough!”
  “Maybe a deer?” Regena suggested, feeling a horrible uneasiness rise down in her chest. Even past what was already there. Yenna tore her eyes away to look upwards, past the tree and to the sky.
  “How much longer till dawn?” Yenna ignored Regena’s suggestion with her question.
  “I-I don’t know!” Regena yelped. “Maybe five more hours!”
  Yenna pursed her lips as she processed the rough translation.
  “Alright then, I got my solution; we’re gonna make a deal, you and I,” Yenna happily chirped, sincerely excited like a little puppy at her idea. “I’m gonna let you go, and you’re gonna run away. Then I’m gonna hunt you down as best as I can. If I don’t catch you by dawn’s first light, you get to go free.”
  “And i-if I’m caught?” Regena worried, sweat forming on her brow.
  “If I catch you, then you’re gonna be my prey,” Yenna responded happily. “And as my prey, I’m gonna eat you all up. Try to be a tasty little food-snack if you can~”
  Regena felt her blood go cold at the clear statement of her demise. She was indeed in a balance between survival and being eaten. Honestly, it should have brought back nostalgia in a morbid way.
  “How long’s my head start?” Regena argued.
  “However long I want it to be,” Yenna yipped, tightening her grip on Regena just in case she tried to escape early. “But I’ll give you plenty of time, don’t worry. I do want a good hunt after all.”
  “When do we start?” Regena tightened her resolve as she prepared for the obvious answer.
  “How about now?” Yenna proposed. On that thought she began to rise up to her feet, still holding Regena by the shoulders. The loboan lifted the smaller human to her own feet, carefully setting her on the ground. When Yenna was done brushing off the leaves and dirt from Regena she leaned back to her full height.
  “Alright, get running now,” Yenna prompted with a grin. Regena needed no more words as she spun around and broke into a sprint, leaving behind both the wood and her flashlight in her mad dash out of the woods and away from Yenna.
  Yenna herself only stood there, the impression of Regena’s body still left in the leaves. She watched in silence as the human ran away. Slowly she raised a clawed foot before slamming it to the ground, crushing the flashlight and sending the forest back into darkness. Leaving the only light besides the stars as the soft glow of Yenna’s eyes before those too disappeared as Regena escaped.
 
 
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  Regena’s feet furiously beat the ground as she sprinted away through the pitch-black woods. She could almost feel Yenna’s breath on her neck. Every odd noise seemed to be the wolf keeping up with her just out of sight. Her predator’s presence seemed like a constant as she dodged through the hordes of trees and plants, leaping over rocks and fallen trunks.
  Her chest burned as she burst through the tree line, finding herself back at her camp. Regena scrambled through the open area, the fire had fallen in a pile of weakly glowing embers surrounded by stones. Her mad dash was stopped as Regena was knocked from her feet as she ran directly into her folding chair. Her book and plastic water bottle came crashing to the ground along with Regena. The loose cap came flying off, splashing its contents on the embers, releasing a storm of hisses and a plume of steam and smoke. Regena let out a pained groan as she barely forced herself to her hands and knees. Running for so long in a mad sprint for her life seemed to take everything from her. She barely had anything left to give, barely anything to bring her back to her feet. But still, she brought just enough up to limp up to her feet and make one last shambling dash for her buggy.
  Regena tore open the back door and lept inside, taking care to close the door as quietly as possible. The woman let out a gasping sigh of relief as she laid herself as flat as a board across the floor of her back seat. Drawing the attention of Yenna by trying to immediately drive off seemed a bad idea. Something told Regena that Yenna could catch her in a car chase, or at least find a way to outmaneuver her. For now, all she could think to do was lay down, stay quiet, and hide to wait out at least some part of the clock on Yenna’s twisted game.
  Slowly her gasping breath evened out into a relaxed rhythm as Regena kept herself still. She only had to last till sunrise.
  About ten minutes had passed, though for Regena it could have easily been ten hours when there came a disturbance in the silence. Soft footsteps outside, a muffled snuffling, a rustling like her knocked-over chair was being batted around. Regena tightly placed a hand over her mouth, attempting to force herself to be silent.
  “It’s just a bear, it’s just a bear, it’s just a bear, it’s just a bear,” she silently told herself. Surely it was just a bear riffling through her stuff and not Yenna finally having found her. No matter how much of an ‘out of the pan, into the fire’ type situation that would be, if only it wasn’t Yenna.
  That hope seemed to be confirmed as Regena heard the chuff and low grumbles of a bear just outside. Seemingly she had kept herself hidden from Yenna yet. And hopefully, Yenna might herself be weary of a bear nearby.
  The bear seemed to lose interest as it could be heard rumbling off from the campsite and Regena let out a weak sigh of relief. But just as she let out that breath the suspension of her car buckled as something leaped onto the roof. The metal audibly warped and quaked as something, seemingly quadripedal, perched up on her car. Regena hung as still as possible, watching with silenced breath as the weight shifted as the creature explored the top of the roof. Sweat formed across her whole body even in the cool air, giving Regena an entirely damp, clammy feeling as she lay in silence.
  Even as quiet as she was, it seemed she couldn’t outmatch the tracking skills of such a hunter. Six claws suddenly tore through the metal of one of the doors, instantly spawning a terrified yelp from Regena before Yenna’s powerful legs kicked the door off the car’s frame, sending it flying a good ten or so feet.
  Regena was again paralyzed in fear, sitting in a pool of her own sweat as she saw those claws sitting there on the edge of the torn metal frame. Slowly they slipped from view as Yenna’s hands took their place, grasping the edge.
  “Hey now,” Yenna cooed as she peaked her head down through the makeshift doorway. “I asked for a good, fun hunt. And I can’t have you hiding the whole time.”
  Regena couldn’t say a thing as she stared up at Yenna’s upside-down face, her mane hanging freely in the cool night air. And she didn’t need to say anything as Yenna suddenly lurched inwards, grabbing Regena by the leg and dragging her out of the car, earning a terrified wail from her.
  The human woman was for a moment at least, hanging upside down from atop her car by her ankles. There she was forced to stare back at the grinning face of a predator fully intending on eating her. Till Yenna gave her a toss, causing her to go rolling across the dusty ground. She barely was able to draw herself up onto her elbows, peddles and twigs tearing into her flesh from the throw. Regena looked up to see Yenna sitting atop her car, almost looking relaxed.
  “Come on, keep running,” Yenna almost seemed to beg. “You only got a little bit longer till first light, and I still want a bit of a hunt.”
  Regena barely managed to rise to her feet, staring up in horror at the wolf woman. The one who suddenly leaped from the roof to land only inches from Regena’s own face.
  “You still got plenty of life left in you,” Yenna gleefully giggled. She gave Regena a soft headbutt, forcing the woman to stumble backward and get moving. “And I still got plenty of hunting. So go on, get running.”
  Regena didn’t need any more encouragement as she broke again into a sprint back into the woods. Yenna hung in place to watch her prey flee again, though now it was clear the human was in much less shape to run, she was exhausted and limping with every step. Yenna could feel the hunt’s end drawing nearer.
  Yenna remained there in that opening for a few more moments, just to let Regena regain some distance before she broke into her own run, diving into the trees after her fleeing prey.
  She leaped through the woods like a fish moving through water. Yenna bounced off rocks like springboards, swung on branches perfectly, and slipped through trunks only as perfectly as a predator built for such terrain. And she was. Luno Lobo was exactly like these woods, in the rough strokes at least, and Yenna had lived and hunted in those woods since she could crawl. This was her home turf even if it was another planet.
  Yenna landed from one of her leaps and paused, sniffing the air as she remained still. Regena was so close, her prey was there for the taking. She dropped down to her all fours, beginning to stalk among the leaf litter as she had with both the fox and her first meeting with the human.
  Crawling through bushes and brush Yenna finally spotted her in the darkness. Regena was stopped next to a tree, seemingly catching her breath. She was almost bare, having tossed away her hoodie to reveal the simple tank top underneath. She seemed almost inviting, asking to be caught, causing the werewolf to excitedly wiggle in anticipation.
  Yenna couldn’t be held back anymore, she leaped from the brush without a single warning. Regena barely had the chance to turn around before she was unceremoniously met with the dirt. The little human pathetically squirmed under Yenna’s pin, huffing and whining as she fought to escape.
  “Regena, thank you for giving me such a good hunt,” Yenna murred, rewarding the woman with a playful lick across the cheek that seconded as a sampling of her flavor. “And I’m happy to say it has come to an end. Unfortunately for you, I’ve won.”
  Regena continued to fight and writhe, trying to break from Yenna’s pin.
  “Please, please, Yenna, don’t do this!” she pleaded. “Is it any right to try and eat someone you can have a conversation with?! You know my name, stop!”
  The loboan only shook her head. It was a simple fact, Yenna had hunted Regena, and she was prey and she’d been caught, so that meant Yenna was the one who got to decide what to do with her. And to Yenna, Regena seemed best to be a meal, even if she was rather pretty, that was if she wasn’t so hairless.
  “This hunt is over, Regena,” Yenna stated matter of factly. “The prey has lost. And I’m just starving.”
  Regena struggled even harder, waiting for the monstrous wolf to sink her teeth into her, ready to feel her body be torn apart by claws and fangs. But what she saw almost seemed worse.
  Yenna’s snout split apart as only natural for loboans, revealing to the human below the caustic pit of her alien maw. With no hesitation, Yenna brought her maw down upon the human prey’s head.
GLP
  The forest quaked as Yenna made her first swallow, wholly engulfing Regena’s head in her throat. The human head formed a vague bulge upon Yenna’s throat, barely visible through the wolf’s mane. Inside she continued to scream and wail for both help and mercy, though little could be heard. Outside the woman’s shoulders and chest were being coated in gooey grey slobber that dripped from Yenna’s maw. For a moment, the loboan reformed her upper and lower jaws, getting a chance to softly wrap them around her prey. Her teeth grazed Regena’s soft flesh, squishing into her skin ever so little, giving Yenna a sense of her toned, but soft and meaty texture.
Her greenish-grey tongue lapped and wriggled over Regena’s body, tasting and savoring every part of her it could. The woman was coated in dirt and sweat but still, she tasted like something beyond Yenna’s previous culinary experiences. She was rich and tender with an earthy and salty savior to her from the sweat and grime. And the gentle warmth as she continued to squirm and writhe. Truly Regena was prey only to be found here on Earth and beyond any other earth-creature such as the fox.
Yenna’s tongue slipped in through her collar and discovered the flavors of Regena’s bare chest. Yenna almost began to happily murr at the delectable experience of the human’s breast. Sweet and meaty with the seasoning of sweat and grime it was something the loboan could hardly describe. Her tits were sizable and squishy with every lap and touch of Yenna’s power tongue. Clearly, the woman could feed many pups with such a set.
Again Yenna split apart her jaws to continue her meal, taking another deep “GLRK” to draw in more of her meal. Regena’s shoulders and upper chest slithered in as her head continued its descent downwards. Her horrified face left a vague impression through the material of Yenna’s suit, just visible between the wolf’s breasts.
A few more swallows and Yenna had reached the human’s stomach. From progress she’d gotten the chance to rise up to her feet, relieving some pressure from her prey’s body. Now Yenna held Regena’s lower body between her claws in much the same way someone would hold a sandwich, her butt and legs wriggling and kicking just beyond her grasp.
Regena’s stomach was toned and gave the clear impression of muscle underneath her skin. Clearly, she made for an active young woman, giving her deep a umami flavor. The blood and scrapes from the toss Yenna had given her seemed only to add seasoning. Metallic, fresh blood and bruises dust and soil beaten in only more deeply brought out her prey’s flavors.
Brushing her hands down Regena’s body to meet the woman’s butt Yenna found a similar situation. Her rear was firm and toned by exercise, but as she squeezed, much to Regena’s protest, there were the hints of tenderness when relaxed and not madly flailing.
GLP - GLRK - GLP - GLRK
Yenna continued down her human meal, quickly disappearing Regena down her loboan esophagus. She was likely already looking down into Yenna’s stomach, the woman’s final destination and true calling. Now only her lower legs remained Regena’s thighs all but gone down Yenna’s throat.
Still, her legs kicked and tried to resist, but it was clearly no use. This was nothing but a victory lap for Yenna, her prey might as well be fully in her digestive tract.
GLP - GLRK
Yenna’s jaws reformed around Regena’s bare feet. Both her sneakers had either been knocked off in the struggle or torn away along with the socks by the wolf woman’s claws. Her tongue found a similar salty and meaty flavor to this last part of her meal. And with one last “GULP”, Yenna sealed her meal away and snapped her jaws shut.
Regena twisted and turned down Yenna’s tight esophagus, feeling every bit as she was played with and squeezed throughout the whole of her consumption. And with one last swallow, she was finally dropped from the crushing embrace of the throat to splash down in the pool of the werewolf’s stomach. Considering the wolf’s size, her stomach was surprisingly compact, squeezing around Regena as she was forced into a ball by the crushing walls.
By now there was no part of her body that wasn’t coated in Yenna’s slimy grey spittle that made the whole of her body tingle. Her ears throbbed from the chorus of deafening “GLORP”s and “GURGLE”s from the rest of Yenna’s alien anatomy. She could hear every function from inside, including the rumbling of Yenna’s stomach, excited for its new plaything. The heat alone seemed unbearable, like being in the center of a blacksmith’s furnace.
Yenna’s belly swelled to about a third the rest of her body as Regena dropped inside. Her suit seemed to have no problem stretching that far, barely showing a single sign of damage from Yenna’s indulgence.
Her tummy bulged and warped as her human meal squirmed and fought from inside. All the struggling forced Yenna to take a wider stance to keep balance, though beyond that they gave her no issue. She happily rubbed her struggling belly as her tail wagged wildly, a smile across her snout along with many joyous yips and murrs. Regena was proving to be a fantastic meal both in flavor and stomach experience.
UUUURRRRPPPP
The trees shook as the wolf let out an extended belch, releasing some of the swallowed air from her meal, and giving Regena a solid stomach squeeze.
“Oh isn’t that nice, Regena?” Yenna cooed, rubbing her stomach up and down against the struggles of its occupant. “All snug and tucked in tight in right in my big tummy? It must be so slimy and gooey in there. Just like you’ll be soon enough~ Won’t that feel nice?”
Regena seemed to be able to hear Yenna’s fawnings to some level, quickly beginning to kick and punch even harder against her captor. She had no intention of being melted, but that very much was not her choice to make.
Yenna responded to her meal’s struggles by giving her stomach a nice firm squeeze, tightening Regena’s accommodations even further.
Regena felt her world be constricted and squeezed as Yenna hugged her stomach. Slimy walls wrapped and formed around her as Yenna hugged and squeezed tighter, almost smothering her right then and there.
Yenna thankfully released her hug, letting the conditions of her stomach return back to prior, giving Regena some minuscule amount of room back. Her hair had been matted down and across her face from the crushing embrace of both the wolf’s throat and stomach lining.
Already she could feel goopy stomach acid bubbling up and pooling under her. For now, the liquid only felt like a boiling hot jacuzzi, but Regena knew well it wouldn’t stay like that. Soon it would start melting her body down.
“Please! Yenna!” Regena wailed from inside. “Let me out, don’t do this to me!”
Yenna only let out a small chuckle as she rubbed her stomach up and down. She adored feeling the little wrigglings of her stomach working as Regena paused her struggles.
“No can do, Regena,” Yenna smiled. “Food stays where food is meant to be. And you’re food now, so you get to spend the rest of the night in my belly,” she elaborated, squishing Regena between her claws, against her yelps and whines. “So get to digesting my tasty little food-snack!”
Yenna gave her stomach a hard smack, tossing her human prey around, giving her an even coating of stomach chyme. Along with bruising her yet even more from all the previous rough handling.
Already the stomach juices were rising up to Regena’s lower chest. They were making process on her legs and butt, the warmth beginning to turn to a dull burn. Regena could almost feel as her body parts began to become syrupy. She could tell she barely had any time left, so she put her energy into one last big hit, to at least do something to her predator.
Regena roared as she spread out her limbs like a starfish. Yenna’s stomach and suit stretched out massively as Regena’s arms and legs bugled out in one massive struggle. But just as soon as it came, it was gone, Yenna’s suit and flesh retracting back tightly around Regena. The only result was another “BBBBLLLLRRRRKKKKK!” as Yenna released another belch.
The werewolf placed her hands back on her stomach feeling her prey again.
“Oooh that was a big one, my little treat,” Yenna cooed, swinging her hips back and forth to swish around her stomach. “And your starting to get even softer, not much longer till you’re all slop!”
Regena fell still once again, fully spent. She could feel the air growing thin and musty, and with nothing left in her after both a sprint and struggle, both in energy and will to continue, she could move no more. It really seemed like it was all coming full circle. Fourteen years ago some wolf caught her while she was playing and snap her up in barely two gulps. She’d been forced to curl up tight in that wolf’s stomach as the juices began to pool in. The only reason she hadn’t been made into a wolf’s bowel movement was because of her father smacking the hound with the butt of a hatchet, startling the creature into spitting her back up before it even truly had a chance to settle with its meal.
And now fourteen years later, she was in much the same situation. She was curled up tight in a wolf-monster’s belly, feeling as she was slowly being liquified in a pool of stomach acids. But she knew she had no hope of escape, she was truly going to be melted in this cauldron.
Had this almost decade and a half just been a small escape her father afforded her before she was tossed right back into much the same circumstances? Had this just been a fourteen-year free trial to being anything besides wolf food?
“...Yenna…” Regena tried to plead but barely managed to get her breath out. And she knew it meant nothing, even if she got out she was mostly just chyme by this point. Even her upper body which remained outside the acid was beginning to go gooey as well. There was no way to escape digestion, Regena really was just a meal.
“Ooohhh, you’re getting all melty and goopy,” Yenna chirped, leaning against a tree trunk as she felt digestion continue on her prey. Truly her prey was still alive and barely conscious, but functionally she might as well already be gone. Regen was by the moment melting down into a stomach full of chyme and human soup. Nutrient slop to be pumped down into her alien predator’s guts.
Regena’s outline began to soften out, the wolf’s stomach just appearing as a massive, gastric balloon, the vague shape of Regena just barely leaving an imprint. Yenna continued squeezing and kneading her tummy between her hands, partially helping to work the human slop down into her intestines. As she played she could feel some small bit of solidness remaining. The last chunk of Regena.
She quickly spun herself around, now sandwiching her stomach against the tree, squishing all the mushy contents inside. Her engorged belly morphed like a beanbag around the trunk, squishing and squelping as Yenna pressed down. A few strong hip thrusts gave her meal a good tossing and crushing. Yenna couldn’t restrain a deep huff as what remained of her meal’s form was obliterated and squished away against the tree trunk. Yenna’s tummy lost its detailed outlines as Regena finally seemed to be fully melted. Nothing was left in the organ besides chyme and the fewest scraps of undigestibles.
The wolf’s tail began to wag as all her stomach contents began to drain downwards. It sensation shocked even Yenna, never before had digesting prey felt this nice! The warmth of chyme moving through her body, the satisfaction like a long stretch after lounging in the sun of her stomach emptying out, and the almost massage-like sensation of her organs chugging along to process her meal. Truly humans were like no other prey.
Yenna’s focus was only drawn away from the pleasure of digestion by the sudden sensation of her body absorbing Regena and the transformation that came.
As the woman was drained away and absorbed Yenna could feel fat building up on her body. Her unremarkable chest began to swell as her breasts grew. At the same time, her rear and thighs began to thicken as layers of adipose tissue stacked up. Her stomach barely even lost its rounded shape as she gained a small potbelly from what remained of her meal.
She spun herself around to get a better sense of her own form, returning to her full height.
  “Oh my Yiaroo,” Yenna gasped as she took in her own body by the time it was done processing all of her prey. Take one breast in hand it had almost tripled in size! She practically had two amber ogia hanging off her chest. And the fat was tender and warm, like a gel heating pack under her skin. Her previously thin thighs were now easily quadruple her previous form. She looked like she could beat appoplexian in a squatting contest. Or at least she could bluff her way through one. Not to mention her formerly pin-sized butt becoming an ass that could crush taydenite!
  “Oh-oh-oh,” Yenna couldn’t even find words for herself to describe her feelings, her tongue tied loosely in her mouth. Splitting and reforming her jaws seemed to help the problem slightly as full words finally escaped her lips. “I-I am not going to have any trouble finding myself a mate now!”
  Clearly to Yenna, the other she-wolves back on Lunar Lobo wouldn’t so easily pass her by anymore. She’d get herself a mate in no time back home. A thick loboan lady able to snap up her prey alive and squirming returning home after being stranded on a far distant alien planet almost sounded like something from one of the romance novels Yenna had read while lonely up in her cabin.
  Yenna didn’t even have the chance to get mopey about the thought of home she was so far on cloud nine and basking in the afterglow she never even knew could come after such a meal.
  Her excitement was disrupted by a sudden belch erupting out from her throat, forcing her jaw to split.
  UUURRRRUUUUPPP
  With the dispelling of air, yet more came out. With a splat, a matted wad of fabric and a single skull landed on the ground right where Regena had previously stood. What remained of her tank top and shorts that hadn’t been shredded by Yenna’s stomach now laid wrapped around the cleaned skull of their former owner, now loboan fat.
  Yenna giggled excitedly as she reached to scoop up the bone. She did have a bit of trouble working around her new, thickened frame. Simply a matter of learning how to balance with such fat. The clothing scraps fell away as Yenna lifted the chunk of bone. Thick globs of grey, loboan slobber beaded off the item, dribbling down Yenna’s clawed hand.
  “Heheh, you’re so pretty like this, Regena,” Yenna cooed, making as if she was going to kiss the skull. “And so very tasty.”
  She inspected the skull a little more, noting the burns from her digestive acid and the remaining fluid dripping from the eye sockets and bottom.
  “My clan’s never been one for trophies,” Yenna pondered, seeming to consider breaking such a tradition. “Though I’m not one to start now,” she hummed, unceremoniously tossing the skull away to clatter on the ground.
  Unknowingly to Yenna, the skull slowly rolled across the ground to come rest to on the similarly acid-damaged fox skull sitting in the bushes. Yenna’s first and her best earth meals now coming to rest together.
  As Yenna wandered back into the woods, taking note to wiggle her hips a bit to cause her ass and breasts to happily jiggle with each step, a thought did come to her. Though her clan wasn’t a big fan of taking trophies, they were fans of a unique hunt. And Earth had proven itself to have VERY unique hunts.
  A smile crossed Yenna’s snout at that thought. Humans had proven to both be an incredibly fun hunt, but also one to give such an interesting reward even after consumption. Yeah, her clan, no, all clans would be very interested to hear about this little, backwater world.
  Yenna leaped into a tree, even with her new weight she effortlessly scaled it. Perching on the highest branch, Yenna stared out into the forest beyond. The first orange light of dawn was beginning to break through the purple of the night. Though their game had ended hours ago, Yenna did smile at, in a way, Regena did make it to see the sunrise, if only as Yenna’s tits. But as she looked out onto the world beyond the little area she’d observed, Yenna could only feel her excitement building.
  There was no way Regena was the only human around here. There had to be more, or at least eventually more would come. Maybe some of Regena’s clan might come looking for her. Yenna would just love to reunite them.
  Maybe with a little fiddling, Yenna could get a signal out to her hunting party, if one wasn’t already in her pod. When they came she could reveal to them just how great of a hunting ground this planet had proven to be. That was what they were searching for, and Yenna had just been the one to find it.
  “Oh, they’ll all just love it here!” Yenna yipped, her mind filled with the image of her and her hunting partners chasing down both humans and other earth-creatures. With any luck, all earth creatures may have a similar effect on loboans as humans do. “But till then,” Yenna cooed as she looked down to her squishy potbelly, likely still filled with a little bit of Regena slop. She poked her claw into it. “I got plenty of hunting to do. Maybe I’ll a few more humans to join you, Regena.”
  Her stomach let out a long, gurgling groan at that idea. Yenna smiled as she placed both hands on her stomach, forming a little heart shape on it.
  “Don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite,” Yenna cooed. “You never forget your first!”
  With that little display of affection, the wolf woman leaped from her perch to dive back into the forest below. She had plenty of hunts in her future while she waited for the others of her species. And at least for a while, Yenna would have all the prey to herself.