{"sf1_id":7962,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Sweetiepie's Ending","author":"Alex Reynard","words":10398,"posted_at":"2005-11-17T18:48:00.000Z","tags":["Compassion","Cooking","Coyote","Cub","Death","Other/Herm","Squirrel","Swallowing","Vore (soft)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/7962-sweetiepie-s-ending","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/7962","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=7962\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#2 of Sweetiepie","content":"  \nSweetiepie's Ending  \na nice little tale(s) of vore by Alex Reynard  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nA little while ago, I wrote a story with no ending.  \n  \nIn this story, Shana; a shy little red squirrel girl, is bought and taken home to be eaten by  \na handsome coyote named Lance. Shana is a bit reluctant at first, but eventually agrees to  \nbe cooked because Lance is very kind to her. As it turns out, he bakes her into a nice apple  \npie and she loves every minute. As we left the two, Shana wass curled up in Lance's  \ntummy, and both of them had fallen asleep.  \n  \nMany people wrote to me, asking what became of Shana next. Would she die? Would she  \nwake up beside Lance unharmed the next morning? I got to thinking about all these ideas,  \nand decided to do something interesting with them.  \n  \nNow, I'm not sure myself how this story ends, but maybe it happened like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nShana blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nThe fact that she was waking up at all rather startled her, since she'd gone to sleep  \nthe night before in a coyote's stomach. She figured she'd be dead by now.  \nAs she rubbed the sleep-dust from her eyes, at first she could only see a fuzzy  \nwhite light surrounding her. Then, as her vision cleared, she realized she must have died  \nafter all.  \nShe was lying on a cloud, floating along through the bright blue morning sky. She was  \nsurrounded everywhere by hundreds, thousands of other clouds. Most of them were  \noccupied by other fursons as well; some sleeping, some waking up just like her, some  \ntalking with other furs. Shana felt warm and safe, and her cloud was wonderfully soft. It  \nwas like lying on a great big pile of cotton balls.  \nShana gazed all around in wonder. She sat up, and felt an odd weight upon her back.  \nShe seemed to have grown something new while she slept.  \nShe reached behind herself, and her paw met a handful of feathers. \\_Her\\_ feathers!  \nShe had wings! Shana gasped in delight as she felt along the length of her new additions.  \nThey were amazingly soft, covered in a thin layer of downy fur. She concentrated, and gave  \nthem a little flap. It was as easy as raising her arm. Maybe even easier. She fluttered  \nthem a bit, and could really feel them start to lift her up.  \nThe little squirrel laughed in happy surprise. So Heaven was real! It was real, and  \nhere she was. She was an angel now!  \nJust to check, she reached up and could feel a ring of warm energy floating above her  \nhead. \"I have a halo!\" she remarked.  \nThis was pretty darn nifty, if she did say so herself. A big part of the reason being  \neaten had always scared her was the worry that afterwards she'd just poof out of  \nexistence. Her parents had always told her stories about Heaven, but she'd never believed  \nthem. Until now, of course.  \nShana reached behind her again and gently took one of her new wings in her paw. She  \nextended it around to her front where she could see it. Her feathers were beautiful,  \ncolored a very soft shade of caramel-tan. She thought it looked perfect with her orangey-  \nbrown fur.  \nWhile she was admiring herself, a joyful voice behind her shouted out \"Shana!\"  \nShana whipped her head around and gasped again. \"Michelle!\" Her skunk friend from  \nschool! But Michelle had been bought and eaten by a lion family months ago...  \nMichelle ran up and gleefully hugged her friend. Her own halo glowed even brighter,  \nand her black-and-white striped wings fluttered happily. \"Oh it's so good to see you again!  \nI'm glad you made it!\"  \n\"Y-you're an angel too!\" was all the surprised squirrel could get out.  \nThe little skunkgirl giggled. \"Of course I am! And guess what? I get to guide you to  \nthe Gates.\"  \n\"Huh?\"  \n\"The Gates! You know; big and pearly 'n stuff?\"  \n\"Oh, I see,\" said Shana.  \nMichelle giggled again and gave her friend a warm smile and a hug. \"It's okay. I  \nremember when I was new. Come on; I'll explain some stuff on the way.\"  \nShana looked around. The cloud she was on was just big enough for the two of them  \nto stand on. \"Um, where are we going?\"  \nMichelle pointed straight up. \"We're gonna fly there!\"  \nShana was a little afraid. \"I don't know how to use my wings yet.\"  \n\"That's okay,\" Michelle assured. \"Neither did I when I got here. My Grandma was my  \nguide, and she taught me. Hold my hand,\" Shana did so, \"now just spread your wings as  \nwide as you can and start flapping.\"  \nHolding her skunk friend's paw tight, Shana unfurled her wings and gave a strong  \nflap, then another and another. Michelle did the same. Before Shana knew it, they were  \nboth floating above her cloud with their little feet hanging down below them. \"I did it!\"  \nshe gasped.  \n\"See? It's easy! Plus, I'm helping you. You'll be able to do it on your own in a little  \nbit,\" said Michelle.  \nShana giggled as her cloud receded father and farther below her. This was incredible!  \n\"Wow! I can't believe we're really flying!\"  \n\"Let's go faster!\" Michelle said. Keeping a firm grasp on Shana's hand, she rocketed  \nup, increasing their speed tenfold.  \nShana was frightened at first, then exhilarated. Despite being thousands of miles up,  \nshe felt completely safe. Her own wings were flapping steadily; she could control them  \nalmost subconsciously, like riding her bike. As she and Michelle soared higher, Shana could  \nsee all the other little clouds below her, with hundreds of other angels waking up, or  \ntalking with their guides, or ascending just like she was.  \nShe looked around and saw the sky was full of angels. Happy laughter rang through  \nthe air from all directions. All the angels held paws with a loved one as they flew up  \nhigher and higher. Parents, lovers, children, friends; all of them guiding their newly-  \npassed companions on to paradise. It was the most beautiful thing Shana had ever seen.  \nThat is, until she looked up. Directly above was a glowing golden light, shimmering  \nand rippling as multitudes of new angels zoomed up into its wecoming radiance. It was  \nimpossible to doubt that this was really the entrance to Heaven.  \n\"Cool, huh?\" Michelle said.  \n\"That's an understatement!\" Shana replied, and both girls giggled.  \n\"So, how was it getting eaten?\" the little angelic skunk asked her friend.  \n\"Oh, it was really fun! I was scared at first, and really mad at my parents for selling  \nme, but Lance, the guy who bought me, was really nice. He cooked me up in a pie! It was  \ngreat!\"  \n\"That sounds fun! The Reddings, the family who ate me, were really nice too. I got to  \nplay with their daughter, Kyra, for a while before dinner. They prepared me like a roast.  \nThe marinade felt especially nice. They put me in the oven and I went to sleep and wound  \nup here. I wish I could have gotten the chance to ask if I tasted good.\"  \n\"I did,\" said Shana. \"I was still alive when I came out of the oven, so I got to try  \nsome of me. I was the best pie I'd ever tasted! Then Lance gulped me down whole and I fell  \nasleep in his tummy. It was nice and cozy in there.\"  \n\"Lucky you!\" said Michelle.  \nThey were getting close now. The golden light would have been blinding, but instead  \nit drew her gaze within it to it's radiant core. Shana found in her heart that she wanted to  \ngo into that light more than anything else. She put on an even greater burst of speed and  \nMichelle kept pace with her easily.  \n\"You ready?\" Michelle asked.  \n\"Yeah!\" Shana shouted.  \nCloser and closer the two angels came, both grinning widely, looking forward to the  \nnew adventures they'd share in Heaven.  \nShana hoped she'd get to see her grandma and grandpa, and some of the other kids she  \nknew who'd been food cubs. She hoped that she could be cooked and eaten up again in  \nHeaven.  \nHer last thought, right before she entered that incredible shining nexus, was that  \nshe couldn't wait to meet Lance here when it was his time...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n...then again, it could also have ended like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nShana blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nShe was just about to start wondering why she was waking up at all, when her  \nsurroundings startled her to perfect alertness.  \nShe was lying on the floor inside of a perfectly featureless red cube.  \nThe little squirrel's tail frizzed up. This felt wrong, and it felt way too real to be a  \ndream.  \nWhat had happened? The last thing she remembered, she was curling up in Lance's  \ntummy, feeling happy and oddly safe. She knew she would soon be digested, but that didn't  \nseem to matter nearly as much as knowing that Lance had enjoyed gobbling her up, and  \nthat it had been so much fun for her too.  \nShana got unsteadily to her feet. The floor below her was cool, and felt like hard  \nplastic. She was completely surrounded by featureless red; the color of lipstick, or glass  \nchristmas ornaments. The walls were slightly shiny and the cube was well-lit, despite  \nthe fact that she couldn't see a light source anywhere.  \nCompletely befuddled, the little squirrel reached up to scratch her head.  \nShe felt something that should not have been there, and gulped.  \nDirectly on top of her head, two tiny horns had grown. Pointy, and slightly curved.  \nShana guessed that they were probably the same red color as the box she was trapped in.  \nThe little squirrel sunk to her knees. Great sadness welled within her. How could she  \nhave gone \\*here\\*? She was a good girl! At least, she thought she was... Her mind started  \nreplaying every naughty thing she'd ever done, and she wondered what had been the one  \nthing that had tipped the scales.  \nBefore she'd gotten really, really depressed though, she heard the sound of a door  \nopening behind her.  \nShe swivelled around to look, and there was a very strange person indeed.  \nEntering the red room, from a door that definitely hadn't been there a second before,  \nwas a gangly young squirrel with cherry-red fur. He looked to be in his early twenties or  \nso. He was wearing a red shirt, a black leather vest with matching pants, plus a shiny  \nblack top hat, like a magician's, that was a little too big for him. Aside from his candy-  \napple fur, he also had small batlike wings growing from his back and an almost  \nmicroscopic black goatee.  \nHe closed the door behind him, and it vanished instantly.  \nHe turned to Shana.  \nThe little squirrelgirl gulped.  \n\"Well, well, well, what have we here?\" the squirrel-demon asked in a cheerful,  \nlightly-accented tone.  \n\"I-I'm Shana,\" she managed to squeak out. She was nearly trembling in fright, not  \nknowing what this strange person was going to do with her.  \nThe squirrel-demon reached inside his vest and produced a cartoonishly-large and  \noverflowing clipboard. He ruffled though it noisily, papers falling to the floor like  \nsnowflakes and melting as soon as they touched the ground. \"Ah, here we are: Shana,\" he  \nsaid. He ran his finger down some sort of list. Shana craned her neck to see, but from her  \nvantage point on the floor whatever he was looking at was hidden. \"Hmmm,\" he said after a  \nmoment. \"You've been quite a naughty little girl, haven't you?\"  \nShana felt like she was going to cry. \"I didn't think I was...\" she said softly.  \nSeeing the sadness upon the little one's face, the squirrel-demon flicked his  \nclipboard out of existence. He came closer to Shana and laid a soft paw on her shoulder.  \nShe looked up, and he was smiling comfortingly at her.  \n\"Well, not all \\*that\\* naughty, not really,\" he said reassuringly.  \n\"But I was still bad enough to get sent here,\" Shana said morosely.  \nThe squirrel-demon knelt down beside her and, to her surprise, gave her a gentle hug.  \n\"Oh, it's not so bad down here, Shana. You'd be surprised how many fursons end up here,  \nsometimes for the tiniest little things.\"  \nShana was glad that he was trying to comfort her. She looked up from her tears and  \nnoticed his vest had a nametag on it. It read 'Hi! My Name Is: RAZIELPHUSTAR' and had a  \nlittle smiley face after it. Shana could not contain a little giggle at that.  \nRazielphustar chuckled too. \"Care to have a go at pronouncing it?\"  \nShana studied the bizarre collection of letters for a moment. Then she carefully  \ntried to sound it out. \"Ray-zee-el-foo-star?\"  \n\"Close!\" he said brightly. He stood back up and reached in his pocket. \"A good try; that  \ndeserves a lollipop.\" And with a flourish, he whipped out a nice big red one.  \nShana took it with a startled little smile. She unwrapped it and gave it a lick. Cherry  \ncheesecake! Her favorite! \"Mmmm!\"  \n\"Raiz-ay-ELL-phuss-tar,\" he corrected, the name sounding half like a growl, half like  \na tape played backwards. \"But you can call me Razz. I don't mind.\"  \n\"Okay, Razz. Thank you for the sucker,\" Shana said politely.  \n\"Not at all; you earned it. Not many mortal souls can come that close to pronouncing  \nthe true name of a Hellguardian.\"  \n\"Is that what you are?\" Shana asked, a little bit frightened again.  \n\"Indeed, but don't worry. I'm basically just a bellhop. I greet you when you come in,  \nthen show you to your room.\"  \n\"Oh. Okay,\" Shana said. She wondered what in the world was going to happen to her  \nnow. Would she be tossed in a lake of fire? Tied up and tortured? Spanked with a paddle?  \nThen again, Razz was being very nice to her, so maybe it wouldn't be that bad. \"Am I going  \nto get punished now?\" she asked tentatively.  \nRazielphustar lifted his arm and checked his watch, which also hadn't been there a  \nsecond ago. \"Indeed, little one. It's lunchtime, and you're set to be on the menu.\"  \nShana's eyes got big. They were going to cook her! Would it hurt?  \n\"Come along now. I'll take you right to the kitchens,\" the Hellguardian said crisply.  \nHe reached out for Shana's paw, and she gave it willingly. Shana figured if she  \ncooperated, maybe they'd go easy on her.  \nRazz knocked six times on the shiny red wall and a door popped open again. \"This  \nway, miss.\" He patted Shana's back and gently ushered her through the door.  \nWhat she saw when she entered was not at all what she expected.  \nIt was a great gleaming kitchen, larger than any she'd ever seen before. Dozens of  \novens, barbecue pits, pots, pans, spits and every other cooking apparatus imaginable filled  \nthe room to capacity. Hundreds and hundreds of furs were being prepared as food, or were  \nbusy preparing others.  \nBut what surprised her most was the loud burst of laughter that greeted her upon  \nher entering. As she looked about, she saw that everyone was smiling happily, and not a  \nsingle furson seemed to be in any pain or even discomfort.  \nA wide smile grew on Shana's face.  \nRazielphustar patted her shoulder. He grinned playfully, as if finally letting her in on  \na grand joke. \"See? I told you it wasn't that bad down here. In fact, this realm is just the  \nvery first stop on your journeys. Have fun, little one. I'm sure you will.\"  \nShana looked up to him, beaming, but was too excited to say a thing.  \n\"And if I can time my break right, I'll pop down to the cafeteria and see if I can buy  \nyou for my lunch. You look delicious!\"  \nThe squirrel-demon stepped back through the door again, which dissapeared behind  \nhim, and a kindly-looking wolf walked over to Shana. He gestured beyond him to an empty  \nroasting pan.  \nIt looked just big enough for her to climb into.  \nShana thought this wasn't at all a bad way to end up...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nI'm almost 100% certain it didn't end like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nLance blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nHe sat up in bed and stretched, then looked down at his taught tummy. Shana had  \ndigested quite nicely during the night, leaving just a small round bulge.  \nThe tall coyote got up and headed for the bathroom. He sat down on the ol' porcelain  \nthrone and went about his business.  \n\"Bombs away!\"  \nAccompanied by a few horrid farts, he disposed of what was left of the last night's  \nsquirrel pie.  \n\"Thanks, Shana!\"  \nFlush!  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n...though it's possible it ended like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nLance blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nIt was still dark out. Violet moonlight filtered in through the blinds to softly  \nilluminate the bedroom. Through bleary eyes, he looked over at the clock; well past  \nmidnight.  \nHe glanced down at his round belly. He could still feel the night's meal digesting  \naway inside.  \nHe felt a pang of sadness.  \n\"Shana...\" he whispered to no one.  \n\"Yes?\" came an airy reply.  \nLance looked around wildly, unsure where the voice had come from, or if it had even  \nbeen real.  \nThen, as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw a silvery form in his doorway.  \nThe little figure stepped forward, and Lance gasped. It was unmistakably Shana's  \nghost.  \nShe looked incredibly sad, and it broke the coyote's heart. \"Come here, sweetiepie,\"  \nhe said tenderly, holding his arms out to her.  \nShe rushed to his embrace and flung her misty arms around him. She was cold as ice  \ncream, and weighed nothing at all. \"Lance! I was so worried you'd be afraid of me!\"  \nHe gently tussled her hair. Her form seemed barely solid, as if he could pop her like a  \nsoap bubble if he held her too tight. \"Why would I be scared?\"  \nShe looked up to him. Her once-brown eyes were now a deep glassy blue. \"Well, 'cuz  \nI'm a ghost,\" she said simply.  \nShe looked so frightened and lost and afraid, how could he possibly feel anything but  \nsympathy for the little spectral squirrel in his lap? \"Shana... Hush now, little one. It's  \nokay. I'm not afraid.\" He paused, and gave her a goofy grin. \"That is, unless you're on one of  \nthose 'revenge from beyond the grave' things,\" he said melodramatically.  \nThat managed to coax a little laugh out of her. \"No, I'm not mad at you. Heck, I liked  \ngetting eaten! It was a lot nicer than I expected.\"  \n\"I'm glad to hear that. You made such a tasty pie. Thank you again, Shana.\"  \nShe nodded. She smiled a little, and seemed proud of herself for that. She looked  \ndown at his plump tummy and gave it a pat. \"That's me in there...\" she marvelled under her  \nbreath.  \nLance had to admit, she was actually rather cute as a ghost. Her pretty tail floated  \nlanguidly behind her, moving as if it was underwater. \"Why do you think you're still here,  \nsweetheart?\" he asked softly.  \n\"I don't know,\" Shana said. She sounded a bit frustrated. \"I've been thinking about  \nthat for a while now. I remember falling asleep inside you after you ate me up, and then a  \nwhile later I was waking up beside you in the bed. I freaked out a little when I looked  \ndown and I could see through myself. I went out into the livingroom to think about it for a  \nwhile. I didn't expect you to wake up until morning.\"  \n\"Well, I'm afraid I don't know what I can do to help you. I've never had anything like  \nthis happen before. Every other time I've eaten someone, I've woken up the next morning  \nalone,\" he said sadly, wishing he could be more helpful.  \nShana slid off of him and sat down on the bed beside him. She thought his blankets  \nfelt nice, and she rubbed her footpads over the smooth fabric. Then her brain reminded her  \nwhat they'd been talking about. \"Well, um... I dunno. Maybe they all knew how to go on to  \nthe next place, wherever that is. Maybe I got lost.\" Then another idea occurred to her. \"Or  \nmaybe I just wanted a chance to say goodbye to you.\"  \nLance put his arm around her. \"I'm glad we have that chance now, little one. I've  \neaten up a lot of delicious cubs before, but you were special, Shana. I'm glad we met.  \nYou're a very pretty, polite, and all around good little girl.\"  \nShe smiled happily at his words. She snuggled up beside him.  \nThey talked together for a while longer, and eventually fell back asleep.  \nBut not before deciding something; if Shana was still by his side in the morning,  \nLance vowed to do everything he could to help her find her way to the afterlife.  \nShana thought getting there would be half the fun...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nWith a bit of luck, it may have ended like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nShana blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nShe murred softly at the feel of the warm blankets that surrounded her. The fabric  \nwas smooth and soft.  \nShe realized her cheek was resting on something furry.  \nThe little squirrel opened her eyes fully, and was shocked silent with surprise.  \nLance! She was lying right next to him, like it had never even happened!  \nShe looked down, and saw she was still wearing just her panties. Lance seemed to be  \nclad only in undies as well. She could see the dome-like rise of his tummy. She put her  \npaw on it, and could feel it still churning away at last night's meal.  \nBut if she was out here, how could she still be in there?!  \nShana needed some answers fast. \"Lance! Lance!\" she shouted. She jogged his  \nshoulder repeatedly.  \nThe handsome coyote came to suddenly, his eyes popping open and his limbs flailing  \nabout a bit. \"What? What?!\" He looked around, and found a pair of pretty brown eyes looking  \nback at him. \"Waaaaah!\"  \n\"Calm down! It's me!\" Shana said.  \n\"Shana?! What...? But I- And you- In my tummy...\" he blabbered in confusion.  \n\"I'm okay!\" she said.  \n\"But how?!\" he asked. \"I mean, I ate you!\" He looked down at himself. \"In fact, you're  \nstill in there!\" he noticed with alarm.  \n\"Well I don't know how it happened either, but I am glad to see you again!\" Shana said  \nbrightly.  \nLance had to admit he felt the same. \"Me too, sweetiepie.\" He leaned over and gave  \nher a hug.  \nThat was when he noticed that a strange (make that \\_very\\_ strange) woman was  \nsitting calmly in his desk chair, reading one of his books.  \n\"Hey!\" the thoroughly befuddled coyote sputtered. \"Who the heck are you?\"  \nThe strange woman put a finger up, and shushed him like a librarian.  \nLance was too confused to argue with her, so he shut up.  \nShana turned around to look too.  \nSitting in the bedroom with them was a voluptuous redheaded mousewoman in a  \ntruly odd outfit. She was wearing bright green faux-lizardskin boots, a skintight red dress  \nthat ended barely above her knees, a great sweeping midnight-purple cape flecked with  \ngold crescent moons, and a shimmering jet black wide-brimmed pointy hat.  \nQuite frankly, she looked like a witch.  \nHer eyes darted speedily across the page she was perusing, then she abruptly  \nsnapped the book shut and let out a satisfied sigh. \"Ahhhh! That was good timing, you two!  \nJust enough time to finish! That was a pretty good one, Lance. I don't read many legal  \nthrillers, but that one was damn well written, if I do say so myself.\"  \nThe coyote and the squirrel goggled at her, speechless.  \nThe mousewitch regarded them with amusement.  \n\"Um, who the heck are you and why are you in my bedroom?\" Lance was finally able  \nto ask.  \nThe gorgeous mouse gave him a sparkling smile. She crossed her legs and leaned back  \nin the chair. \"Belinda Willow, at your service,\" she said breezily.  \n\"How did you get in here?\" Lance inquired further.  \n\"Flew down the chimney,\" she replied.  \n\"\\_Flew\\_?\"  \n\"Yes, flew. On a broomstick. Down your chimney,\" she said, as if it couldn't have been  \nmore obvious.  \n\"Are you a witch?\" Shana asked.  \nLance was about to scold her for being rude, but Belinda let loose a whoop of  \nlaughter. \"Yes, indeed, young squirrelfemme! Correct answer!\" she said gleefully.  \n\"You are?!\" Shana asked, incredulously.  \n\"Perchance you didn't hear me the first time?\" Belinda replied with a grin, turning  \nher head sideways at the girl.  \n\"Okay, so there's a witch in my bedroom,\" Lance said flatly. \"This is what I get for  \neating all that pie before bedtime,\" he added, now certain that he must be dreaming.  \n\"And me,\" Shana reminded him.  \nHe gave her a little kiss. \"And you, sweetie.\"  \n\"So, aren't you going to thank me?\" Belinda asked suddenly. She swiveled herself  \nupside down in the chair so her hat fell off and her long orange curls dangled down to the  \nfloor. Her green-booted feet kicked lazily through the air.  \n\"Thank you...? For what?\" Lance asked, puzzled.  \n\"I should think it would be painfully obvious,\" the mousewitch returned, grinning  \nupside-downedly at him.  \nLance looked at her, then he looked at Shana. A lightbulb went off. \"You mean you...?\"  \n\"You saved me?\" Shana finished.  \n\"Correct answer again! That's two in a row!\" Belinda effervesced. She did an  \nastounding somersault off the chair, landed perfectly on her toes, then let herself fall  \nbackwards onto the bed with a 'whumph!'. She patted Shana on the head like a pleased  \nteacher praising a student.  \n\"How?\" Shana asked.  \n\"Well, I must say, you two were extremely lucky. If I hadn't been flying overhead,  \nyou'd be in Heaven right now, Shana, or maybe meeting my friend Razielphustar.\"  \nShana had no idea who that was.  \n\"I was on my way to pick up some supplies at this adorable little magick shop on the  \nwest coast...\"  \n\"The coast? That's at least a thousand miles from here!\" Lance noted.  \n\"Two thousand, two hundred and sixty eight point nine,\" Belinda corrected. \"Good  \nthing I fly at mach five, huh?\"  \n\"Mach five. On a broomstick,\" Lance said flatly.  \nBelinda nodded, as if there was nothing at all unusual about that.  \nShana giggled.  \n\"Anyway,\" the mousewitch continued, now starting to idly play with Shana's hair, \"as  \nI was passing overhead, I 'felt' you two. I could tell you'd been eaten up, little  \nsweetheart,\" she told Shana, \"and that you,\" she addressed Lance, \"were feeling very  \nconflicted about it. I could feel your dreams just as easily as you can see the color of my  \nboots. I knew you were feeling happy that she'd been such a nice meal, but sad that she  \nwould have to die. I just couldn't sit by and do nothing.\"  \n\"Thank you,\" Shana said. \"So how'd you get me out?\"  \n\"Oh, it was simple. I've probably eaten more cute little cubs than Lance here's ever  \nseen in his life, and I've got dozens of spells to keep them safe in my tummy. It was a snap  \nto whip you up a new body, pluck out your soul, and squish it into its new home.\"  \nThat sounded a little weird, but Shana wasn't about to look a gift reincarnation in  \nthe mouth.  \n\"Oh, and since I could tell you two really liked each other, I decided to throw in a  \nbonus, too,\" Belinda said casually.  \n\"What's that?\" Lance asked.  \n\"You can eat Shana up as many times as you like, forever, and she'll be completely  \nsafe every time.\"  \nShana's jaw dropped. \"Really?!?\"  \nBelinda nodded. \"Indubitably, little one. I created a love-bond between you and Lance.  \nSo long as you two care for each other, neither of you can harm the other in any way. He  \ncan cook you, serve you, slice you up and eat you, and you'll always be fully aware of it all  \nand able to pop right back to life afterwards. And there won't be any pain at all. You could  \neven cook him too if you wanted.\"  \nShana thought this was the coolest thing that had ever happened to her.  \nLance thought so too. \"Really, Miss Willow? You mean it?\"  \n\"One hundred percent absolutelytivelydoodles,\" she assured. \"You'll even keep a full  \ntummy after she's reformed herself.\"  \nThoughts of recipes danced in Lance's head. He pictured Shana being the main  \ningredient in all his meals from now on!  \nShana was imagining the same things too. She wanted to try out a new recipe right  \naway!  \nBelinda sprang up from the bed and retrieved her witch's hat. She tipped it upon her  \nhead at a rakish angle. \"Well, I can see my work here is done. You two have fun now!\" she  \nsaid, turning to leave the room.  \n\"Wait!\" Lance and Shana both called out.  \nBelinda turned.  \n\"Don't go! We totally have to do something to thank you now!\" Shana insisted.  \nLance backed her up. \"You've given us such an incredible gift. Could we at least treat  \nyou to breakfast?\"  \nThe mousewitch considered it, and smiled. \"Oh, why not! I already flew out and got  \nmy supplies, then zipped back here to check on you. Shawn's coming to visit later, but he  \nshouldn't arrive until sometime after school. I've got oodles of time.\"  \n\"How much of that pie do we have left?\" Shana asked Lance.  \n\"Tons, sweetie. Plenty for everyone!\"  \nBelinda grinned. \"Pie for breakfast? Oh good; I thought I was the only weirdo here!\"  \nEveryone laughed, then they all went to the kitchen to share a great big friendly  \nbreakfast...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nThough I kinda like to think that maybe it happened like this...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nLance blinked a few times, yawned quietly, and awoke.  \nSunlight streamed softly in through the blinds. His stomach grumbled.  \nThe handsome coyote smacked his lips, still tasting the sweet flavor from last  \nnight's meal. He sat up in bed and stretched his arms.  \nThen he looked down at his belly, and felt a pang of sadness. Shana, that shy, pretty  \nlittle squirrel girl he'd bought and brought home, was now just food digesting in his gut.  \nHe'd erased that adorable smile of hers from existence. She was gone.  \nIt was strange; he'd never felt like this the morning after gobbling up the other  \nlittle kids he'd eaten. Then again, they had all gone happily and willingly. They had all  \nseemed ecstatic at the thought of being his food.  \nShana was different. He hadn't realized at first how truly afraid she was of being  \neaten. He'd had to coax her, but respectfully. He knew in his heart he could never have  \neaten her if she wasn't truly, honestly willing. She'd politely agreed to be cooked for a bit  \nto see how it felt, and then she'd decide later if she wanted to go all the way. To his  \ndelight, she had warmed up to it quickly, obviously having fun as he lovingly turned her  \ninto a pie.  \nShe had even thanked him just before he'd gulped her down.  \nSo maybe that was it; he'd forged a stronger emotional bond with her than his  \nprevious meals. Maybe that was why he was missing her so much now, and why he felt like  \nsuch a horrible furson for ending her life.  \nLance sighed silently, then got up and went about his morning routine.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nAll through the day, concentration was impossible. No matter what, his thoughts  \nreturned to Shana.  \nHe'd done some yard work, and the fall leaves reminded him of her fur.  \nHe'd watched some television, and a girl on a commercial laughed just like Shana  \nhad.  \nHe'd gone out to do some shopping, and passed a little squirrel girl and her parents.  \nHe'd sat in his favorite chair reading a novel, and one of the characters was a food  \ncub.  \nIt felt like Shana was haunting him. Or his guilt was.  \nLance finally gave up and went to bed early. He laid there in the dark, clutching his  \npillow, and softly crying.  \nUnconsciousness claimed him, and he began to dream...  \n  \n  \n\"Lance!\" came a happy shout.  \nBefore he knew what was happening, the tall coyote was nearly knocked over by a  \nfurry little torpedo.  \n\"Lance! Oh, I'm so happy to see you again! I've been waiting all day!\" Shana gushed  \nwith a brilliant smile on her face.  \n'No, no, I can't be dreaming about her. Not now.' he thought.  \nShana noticed his shocked, sad expression. She let herself down from her hug.  \n\"What's wrong?\"  \nLance looked around. He was standing in his kitchen in his underpants. Shana wasn't  \nwearing her pink dress from the day before, but instead a pretty yellow blouse and short  \nskirt that looked adorable on her.  \n\"Shana... I'm so sorry. I just... I don't think I can dream about you now. I want to wake  \nup.\"  \nHer ears drooped. \"Aren't you glad to see me?\" she asked in a confused and  \ndisappointed whimper.  \nLance kneeled down and took her shoulders in his paws. \"Yes, and no. And it's all for  \nthe same reasons. I've been feeling guilty all day long about eating you. As beautiful as you  \nare Shana, and as much as I love you, I'd rather just not dream anything at all 'till I wake  \nup tomorrow,\" he said somberly.  \nShana looked frustrated. \"But I'm not a dream. I'm real.\"  \nHe shut his eyes, his expression was pained. \"Shana, please...\"  \n\"I'm not a dream!\" she insisted. \"I'm me! I know I am! I fell asleep in your tummy, and  \nI woke up later on your couch. I wandered around looking for you, but you weren't here. I  \ntried going outside, but all the doors and windows are locked, and it's so foggy outside I  \ncan't see past the front lawn.\" She let it sink in for a second. \"I think that I'm \\_in\\_ a  \ndream, your dream, but I'm pretty darn sure I'm real.\"  \nLance looked torn between depression and yearning to believe her. \"That can't be,  \nShana. When I wake up, you won't be here anymore.\"  \n\"I will too!\" she snapped back, sounding a little miffed now. \"I've been waiting for  \nyou to fall back asleep all day now! I was just now about to get a snack and head off to bed  \ntoo, when you kinda popped up. I was standing here, and you just appeared in front of me.\"  \nShe snapped her fingers. \"Just like that.\"  \nLance hung his head. This was just getting worse. His dream was trying to convince  \nhim it was real...  \nShana put her hands on her hips. \"Allright then, I'll prove I'm not just some dumb ol'  \ndream! Wake up, then fall back asleep. I'll be here waiting.\"  \n\"Shana, I've never gone back to a dream in progress my whole life,\" he said.  \n\"Then that'll prove I'm real, won't it?\" she countered.  \nLance stood up and regarded the insistent little squirrel standing before him.  \n\"Shana... Part of me wants this to end right now and part of me wants it to keep going  \nbecause I don't want to lose you again. You really were my favorite meal...\"  \nShe seemed very pleased by this. She smiled sweetly at him. \"I know, it must be  \nhard. But I'll be here when you get back.\"  \nShe patted his paw.  \n\"Now just ...WAKE UP!!!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nLance sat bolt upright in bed, the words still ringing in his ears.  \nHe bent double and held his head in his paws.  \nHis teeth grit, his eyes started to water. He'd never had a dream that realistic. Not  \nin his entire life. The colors were vibrant. The sounds were natural. He had felt the cool  \nkitchen tile beneath his bare feet. Shana looked exactly as she had the day before.  \nAnd he knew he hardly \\_ever\\_ remembered any kind of dialogue from a dream. Maybe  \na sentence or two at the most. Yet his whole conversation with Shana was still perfectly  \nfresh in his mind. It felt as real as if it had just actually happened.  \nShaken by the overwhelming sense of unreality, Lance got up to go to the bathroom.  \nHe took a whiz, got a drink of water, then headed back to bed.  \nHe flopped down on top of the covers and just stared at the ceiling for a while.  \nWhat could the dream have meant? Why did it feel so real?  \nEventually, he felt sleepy again. He let out a long, loud yawn.  \nHe crawled between the sheets and was asleep in seconds.  \n  \n  \nHe was standing in his kitchen again. Shana was sitting on a stool, grinning impishly  \nat him.  \n\"Told'ja.\"  \nLance's jaw flopped open. Never, ever EVER in his life had he returned to a dream like  \nthis. His kitchen was the same, Shana was the same, her yellow dress was the same, the  \nincredible \\*realness\\* of it was the same.  \nShana hopped down off the stool. \"So, ready to believe I'm real yet?\" she asked.  \nThere was no way he couldn't. Even if it was for just this one night, just this one  \ntime, he could not simply allow this miracle to pass unappreciated. He ran to Shana and  \nswooped her up in a tight hug. He started to cry. He mumbled gentle, loving words to her as  \nhe sobbed and caressed her fur. \"Oh my sweet Shana oh I'm so sorry I ate you I'm so sorry  \nyou were so tasty but I didn't realize how much I'd miss you I hope you can forgive me  \nShana you're so beautiful I'm so sorry...\"  \nShe chittered happily at his kind words. \"It's okay. Of course I forgive you. I liked  \ngetting eaten up, remember? I'm glad you made me give it a try. It was sooooo nice gettin'  \ncooked and sliding down into your comfy tummy!\"  \nHe gave her a kiss on top of her head. \"Shana, even if this is just a dream, I'll  \nbelieve. I have to. If I can have just one more night with you, I'll take it.\"  \n\"Does that mean you'll cook me again?\" she asked eagerly.  \nHe was rather startled that she'd be so willing. \"Well, I don't know.\" He walked over  \nto the kitchen counter and sat her down.  \n\"Pleeeeeeeease?\" she begged in her cutest voice. \"I've been waiting here all day for  \nyou to show up. I've been looking through your cookbooks. All the recipes in them sound so  \nyummy! I want to be a part of all of them!\"  \nLance couldn't resist a chuckle at her happy enthusiasm. \"Well, okay then. If you  \nreally want to. Did you have anything particular in mind?\"  \nGrinning, she hopped down and went to retrieve one of the cookbooks she'd been  \nscrutinizing. She found it, and flipped through it to the recipe she'd seen that had excited  \nher so much. She ran back to Lance and held the book open for him. \"This one!\"  \nLance gulped hard . The picture showed a young kitten being spit-roasted over a  \nblazing barbecue pit. \"This one?! Are you serious, Shana?\"  \nShe nodded, still grinning. \"Uh huh! It looks really exciting. Kinda scary too. I wanna  \ntry it!\"  \nThis was an incredible turnaround from the shy little squirrel who was so  \nfrightened of being cooked at all just the other day. \"Shana, I don't understand. And I don't  \neven have a rotisserie...\"  \n\"Yes you do!\" she insisted gleefully. She tugged on his arm. \"Come see!\"  \nConfused, he followed her. On the opposite side of the kitchen was a doorway he  \nknew wasn't in his real kitchen. When Shana pulled him through, he couldn't believe his  \neyes.  \nHe'd seen professional food cub chefs' kitchens that didn't look this impressive! The  \nroom was full of top-of-the-line cub cooking apparatus. There was a cast-iron cauldron, a  \nsix-foot long barbecue grill, a fully-stocked preparation counter and, yes, a spit-roasting  \nsetup.  \n\"How did...\" Lance sputtered.  \nShana giggled. \"We're dreaming, remember? I figured it all out while I was waiting  \nfor you. See, I'm living inside you now, and we can make anything happen just by wishing  \nfor it! As soon as I saw that recipe, I wished you had all sorts of fancy cub cooking stuff.  \nThen I looked up and saw the doorway. Poof! Just like that!\"  \nShe ran over to the preparation counter. \"And look at this!\" With that, she selected a  \ngreat big cleaver and, without a second's hesitation, chopped off her own paw.  \n\"Shana!!\" Lance screamed in alarm, running over to help her.  \nThe little squirrel giggled. \"Don't worry! It doesn't hurt. See?\" She picked up the paw  \nlying there, and the fingers gave him the 'OK' sign. Shana touched the severed paw back to  \nher wrist, which wasn't even bleeding, and it healed together instantly.  \nLance was rather relieved to see this. \"How exactly did you find this out?\"  \n\"I was readin' through one of the cookbooks and got a papercut. I wished that I didn't  \nhave to put up with anything like that ever again, so I don't,\" she explained.  \nLance just stood there, taking it all in. Shana was here, apparently still alive,  \nthough transformed somehow into a living dream, and they were together in a fantasy  \nworld where anything they imagined would come true.  \nHe felt his depression slip finally away. A grin came to his lips. He'd be an idiot not  \nto take advantage of this!  \n\"Okay, sweetiepie, so you wanna get spit roasted?\" Lance asked Shana.  \n\"Yes!\" she jubilantly replied.  \nHe tussled her hair. \"Allright, li'l cutie. That sounds pretty tasty to me too. Why  \ndon't you climb up on the counter there and we'll get started?\"  \n\"Yaaay!\" Shana cried. Everything was turning out just as she'd hoped!  \nLance took a look at the cookbook. \"Okay, it says here the first step is to get rid of  \nall your fur.\"  \nThat was Shana's least favorite step, but she was willing to go through with it.  \nAfter all, she knew burnt fur smelled pretty awful. \"Okay.\" She started taking off her  \nclothes. \"Oh, d'you like my outfit?\"  \n\"Yes, indeed! It looks perfect on you! That color really goes with your fur.\"  \nShe blushed happily at his compliment. \"Thanks! It's my favorite, so I wished I was  \nwearing it.\" She wiggled out of the blouse and skirt and tossed them to the floor.  \nShe was just about to take off her socks, when Lance stopped her. \"Wait a second,  \nShana. I want to try something.\"  \n\"What?\"  \nHe stared at her little white socks. \"I wish your socks would turn into cotton candy,\"  \nhe said loudly.  \nPoof!  \nTo their utter delight, her socks turned instantly into a tasty sugary treat. \"That  \nwas neat!\" Shana said.  \n\"Mmmm! I always loved going to the fair when I was a kid and eating lots of cotton  \ncandy.\" Lance picked up Shana's ankles and began to happily eat her socks.  \nShana giggled and squirmed as his tickly tongue licked all over her feet. \"T-that  \ntickles!\"  \nLance giggled with her. He couldn't believe he was really doing this, but he no longer  \ncared. So what if it was impossible? It was only a dream, after all!  \nLance finished up her delicious sugar socks and licked his lips. \"Yummy!\"  \n\"Hope they weren't stinky,\" Shana said with a grin.  \n\"Nope, not at all.\" He lifted her feet again and gave her a kiss right on each sole.  \n\"Your feet are both cute and tasty!\"  \nShe wiggled and laughed.  \nHe tickled her cute toes for a bit, then thought back to the recipe. \"Okay then, now  \nhow do we get you furless?\"  \nShana slipped her panties off and tossed them aside as well. \"There's a tube of Fur-  \nGon over there and some rubber gloves for you,\" she told him. \"I planned ahead.\"  \nLance got the supplies. \"Good girl!\"  \nShana scooted over to the end of a counter and slipped into a stainless steel sink as  \nbig as a bathtub. She turned on the water and adjusted it to a pleasing warmth.  \nLance had used Fur-Gon before. It was a special gel used for quickly and painlessly  \nremoving fur from someone who was about to be cooked. Sometimes in a recipe it didn't  \nmatter if the prey still had their fur, like the pie last night (so long as the predator didn't  \nmind getting it stuck in their teeth). But when it came to open flame cooking, furlessness  \nwas a must. Lance slipped on the big black rubber gloves and squirted a generous portion  \nof Fur-Gon onto his palm.  \nShana giggled in anticipation. She'd never lost her fur before, and was curious what  \nit would be like.  \nLance ran the water over the little squirrel with the snakelike adjustable faucet  \nhead. He began to rub the Fur-Gon all over her, building up a good lather. Shana cooed; it  \ntingled quite nicely. She looked around and saw huge patches of her pretty orangey-brown  \nfur sliding right off! It didn't hurt a bit. In fact, it was kind of exciting to lose her fur.  \nWhistling a tune as he scrubbed, Lance made sure to do a thorough job. He rubbed and  \nrubbed, making sure not a single hair was left. When it was all gone, he rinsed her off  \ngood.  \nShana looked at her reflection in the side of the sink. She squealed in a mixture of  \nsurprise, embarrassment and delight. She was completely naked! She'd never felt so nude  \nin her life. She was perfectly pink all over. Her head was as bald as a watermelon. Her  \npoor furless tail now looked like a mouse's. She had to admit she looked pretty weird, but  \nshe knew she could always wish her fur back again after she got done being cooked and  \neaten.  \nLance consulted the cookbook again. \"Allright, now we have to prepare the marinade  \nand the stuffing.\"  \n\"Turn around,\" said Shana.  \nHe did, and the marinade and stuffing had magically appeared on the counter right  \nbehind him.  \n\"I didn't want to wait,\" Shana explained.  \nHe chuckled and patted her head. It felt rather odd; just smooth skin there now.  \nShana climbed back up on the counter and laid down on her back, hands behind her  \nhead. It was time to be stuffed.  \nLance was a bit apprehensive. He'd never done this before, since he'd always eaten  \nhis other meals alive and smiling. He knew now that he couldn't hurt Shana, but it still  \nseemed strange. He selected a long carving knife and looked down at Shana's tummy.  \nShe noticed his uneasy expression. \"It won't hurt,\" she reassured. \"I know it won't. I  \nknow you'll be gentle. I trust you.\"  \nHer words gave him confidence. Gingerly, he made the first cut.  \nShana murred at the pleasant sensation of being opened up like a gift.  \nLance split her tummy, then got to work removing all her insides. Despite Shana  \ncooing and chittering and obviously enjoying it, Lance was still a bit creeped out, so he  \nfinished quickly.  \n\"Now you stuff me,\" Shana said. \"Just think of it as if I was a plushie!\"  \nThat was an odd, if rather fitting, way to look at it. Lance took handfuls of the  \nsavory stuffing and filled her up nice and snug. She helped too, smooshing handfuls of the  \nstuff into the hole in her tummy.  \nWhen she felt nice and full, Shana reached behind her and brought out a needle and  \ncooking twine. \"Now sew me up.\"  \n\"Um...\" He didn't think he could. Slicing her was one thing, poking her with a needle  \njust seemed awfully mean. \"Well, a-allright...\" He kept telling himself that he wasn't  \nhurting her. 'It's only a dream, it's only a dream...'  \nShana knew he wasn't entirely comfortable with this, but she knew he'd get over it  \neventually. She knew they'd have every night together after this to try new recipes. He  \nwould come to realize soon enough that nothing could hurt her anymore. Though she did  \nappreciate that he cared so much about her.  \nLance did a quick, professional job of stitching her up. He even tied a little bow at  \nthe top. \"There. Give it a wiggle; does it feel tight enough?\"  \nShana prodded her stuffed tummy. \"Feels fine. You did a good job.\" She brightened.  \n\"Now you've gotta spit me!\" She was really looking forward to it. She knew this would  \nprove to her own self beyond a doubt that she couldn't be harmed in this dream world. It  \nwas a big reason she'd wanted to try this recipe; if getting spit-roasted didn't hurt,  \nnothing would.  \nLance tenderly scooped her up in a hug and carried her over to the fire pit. He could  \nfeel the stuffing squishing around within her. He watched her furless mousey tail sway to  \nand fro. It was truly surreal, but the perfectly content little smile on her face urged him  \non. If this was what she really wanted, he'd make it as pleasant as possible for her. And,  \ntoo, he was sure she'd taste delicious when she was done!  \nShana jumped down and got the spit. She 'ooh'ed at the long metal pole, trying to  \nimagine how it would feel inside her.  \nHis squirrely prey handed him the spit. Lance went back to the counter for the bowl  \nof marinade and then started to grease up the spit. \"I'll go nice and slow, darling Shana. If  \nit hurts at all, just tell me and I'll stop right away.\"  \nShana nodded. \"Okay, but I know it won't. I know you'll be as gentle as you can be.\"  \nShe leaned way over, propping herself against the rotisserie. She presented her backside  \nto be spitted.  \nLance dropped to one knee and lined up the spit. \"Relax your muscles, sweetie. It's  \ngoing in now,\" he told her.  \nShana squeaked in anticipation, then squeaked again, louder, as the tip of it touched  \nher anus.  \n\"Did I hurt you?\" Lance asked concernedly.  \n\"No, it's \\_cold\\_!\" she said.  \nHe chuckled. \"It'll get warmer soon.\"  \nShana closed her eyes and let out a low moan as Lance began lancing her. She could  \nfeel the cool metal sliding upwards, deep within her little body. Her coyote friend was  \nindeed going nice and slow, as gently as possible. It felt even better than she'd imagined.  \n\"Thank you, Lance!\" she said quickly, knowing that once the spit was all the way through,  \nshe wouldn't be able to talk. \"Thank you so much for doing this with me. I know you got  \nkinda creeped out for a second there, but it'll be better soon. Just watch; you can cook me  \nagain and again. Every time you fall asleep, we can have more cooking adventures! We'll try  \nevery recipe in the book, then make up our own! I love you, Lance! You're the best chef  \never!\"  \nLance smiled warmly at her words. \"Oh Shana, my little entree, I love you too! You're  \ngoing to be just delicious! I hope you're right about us being able to do this every night. I  \nhave so many recipes I want to share with you!\"  \nWith that, he gave the spit one last long push.  \nShana felt it in her throat, mumbled another quick \"I love you!\", then felt the metal  \nspear passing up and out through her mouth. She looked down and watched Lance push it all  \nthe way through her, centering her right in the middle of the pole. 'He did it!' she thought  \nhappily. 'I'm spitted!'  \nLance reached over to flick on the fire for the barbecue pit. It turned on with a loud  \n'FWOOMP' and a beautiful cooking flame popped right up.  \nShana could feel the heat from it. She squirmed in excitement!  \nLance picked up his skewered squirrel sweetie and set her gently on the rotisserie.  \nHe was surprised at how cute she looked spitted. She had a happy smile on her face. She  \nobviously wasn't minding the heat a bit. \"How's that, Shana?\"  \nShe mumbled a little 'just fine' sound.  \n\"Good, good.\" He turned on the automatic rotating mechanism.  \nShana began to slowly spin. The flames licked her all over her, teasing her nude skin,  \nwarming her up and turning her into food. It felt wonderful!  \nAs Shana quietly enjoyed her ride on the spit, even occasionally dozing, Lance went  \nto check out some of those cookbooks Shana had found. His mind was already awhirl with  \nnew recipes...  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nA few hours later, which seemed to fly by in seconds, Shana had been roasted to  \nperfection.  \nLance had made sure to pay careful attention to basting her. He gave her a nice thick  \ncoating of cool, tangy-smelling sauce. And just when some part of her started feeling too  \nhot, he was always there to cool it down again with another coating. Shana loved every  \nmoment of it.  \nThe sweet smell of cooked girl meat filled the kitchen. Lance looked up from his  \ncookbook (there was a recipe here for cub eclairs that looked incredible), and noticed that  \nShana had turned a deep golden brown. His mouth watered from the smell of roast squirrel  \nand the sight of her pretty young body turning lazily on the spit.  \nHe walked over and shut off the fire. It died out with a little 'poof'.  \nShana blinked and looked around. \"'M I Duh' yeff?\" she asked, her mouth full of metal.  \nBy her inflection, Lance knew she'd asked if she was done yet. \"Yes you are, my  \ndarling. You're perfectly roasted. You look so beautiful! My little cooked sweetheart!\"  \nHis warm words made her smile. She felt so proud of herself as he put on oven mitts  \nand then gently took her spit off the rotisserie.  \nMindful of every step, he walked out to the dining room with her. He'd wished for a  \nplace to already be set for him, and it was. There was a big serving platter all ready. With  \ninfinite care, Lance tilted the spit at an angle and let Shana slide down off of it onto the  \nplatter.  \nAs soon as she was free, she let out a long yawn. \"Wow, that was fun! A bit hard on  \nmy teeth, though.\" Her front tooth in particular had kept bumping into the hard metal. But  \nit was a tiny annoyance compared to the overall wondrous feeling of being cooked.  \nLance watched as she stretched out, looking just like she'd merely risen from a nap.  \nIt was a sight that defied his senses. She was completely cooked. He could smell her, he  \ncould see her skin had browned and glazed, and yet she seemed just fine. She was smiling  \nbroadly, looking perfectly pleased to have gone through something that would have been  \nunimaginably painful for any other fur.  \nBut after all, it was only a dream.  \n\"Are you gonna eat me all up now, or should I start without you?\" Shana asked cutely.  \nShe popped a finger in her mouth and suckled on it. \"Wow! I'm really tasty!\"  \nLance laughed, then got a very interesting idea. If it was only a dream after all, he  \nwouldn't have to do the laundry afterwards...  \nNot caring that he was getting his fur all messy with marinade, he suddenly scooped  \nShana up in his arms.  \n\"What are you doing?\" she asked.  \n\"Well, I've had breakfast in bed before, but never dinner!\" He had a wide grin on his  \nface, excited by the idea of doing something totally crazy. With Shana in his arms, he ran  \noff to his bedroom and plopped right down on his bed. He and Shana both laughed and  \nbounced.  \n\"You'll get your nice blankets all sticky!\" she told him.  \n\"Who cares? I'll just wish them clean afterwards!\" He gave her a big kiss, right on  \nthe lips. And, goodness, but she \\_was\\_ delicious! \"Oh Shana! I love you so much! My little  \nedible girl!\"  \nShe giggled and kissed his nose. \"I love you too, Lance! Now eat me up! I'm good 'n  \ncooked and I need to be eaten right now!\"  \nThus encouraged, Lance pulled her closer and bit off one of her ears.  \nShana gasped in pleasure. That felt good!  \nDelicious! Scrumptious! Amazing! Words that hadn't even been invented yet! That was  \nhow Shana tasted!  \n\"Am I yummy?\" she asked.  \n\"You're so beyond yummy,\" he said with a full mouth, \"it's incalculable!\"  \nShana grinned in delight. She reached behind her. She took her tail in her paw and  \ngave a little yank. It came off easily; she was only meat now after all. \"Here, eat my tail!\"  \nshe said as she presented him with the morsel.  \nLance slurped it down like a huge strand of spaghetti.  \nShana leaned back and put her feet right in his face. \"Now eat my feet! Bite my toes  \nright off!\"  \nThe hungry coyote did so with gusto. He nibbled off each of Shana's tasty toes, one  \nby one.  \nShe laughed joyfully as each one was bitten off. She felt like a chocolate Easter  \nbunny, or a giant animal cracker! She was being eaten, and it felt fantastic!  \nLance continued to eat up her adorable feet. He chewed loudly and sloppily, getting  \njuices and drippings all over the bed, and he didn't care a bit. All he was paying any  \nattention to was the heavenly taste in his mouth and Shana's sweet squeals of pleasure.  \nNow her wonderful coyote chef was eating up her ankles. Shana squirmed and rolled  \naround on the blankets. Her grin felt like it was splitting her face. She felt like she could  \nnever stop smiling! With each bite, she loved Lance even more!  \nLance continued happily down her legs, gobbling up the savory dark meat. Shana was,  \nwithout a doubt, the best meal he'd ever eaten.  \nShana decided to try some of herself too. She undid the bow on her tummy and opened  \nherself up. A plume of steam rose from her belly cavity and the smell of hot stuffing was  \nadded to her already mouthwatering odor. She dug a paw into the stuffing and tried it. Yum!  \nIt was great!  \nAs Lance continued to devour her, she began helping him out. Shana peeled off bits of  \nher own meat and ate herself up. She was proud to taste so good! She was so happy to have  \nbecome Lance's dream. Now the two of them could share kitchen adventures all the time.  \nThey could spend time doing lots of other fun things too. Whatever they wished, they could  \nexperience together. Shana felt happier than she thought she ever had. She loved and  \ntrusted Lance, and knew she'd always be safe with him, and within him.  \nMeaty juices dribbled down Lance's chin as he devoured Shana's buttocks. The meat  \nwas sweet, bursting with flavor, while Shana burst with giggles. It tickled every time he  \nbit into her bottom!  \nLance continued on to her tummy, and Shana helped him along. She began to nibble off  \nher fingers one by one, like little sausages.  \nThe two of them ate and ate and ate, never feeling full. They made an incredible  \nmess of the bedsheets. Every inch of Lance's fur was slick with grease. Neither of them  \nminded the mess, of course. It was fun to do something that felt so naughty!  \nAfter an impossible-to-determine length of time, Shana had been reduced to just her  \nhead. Lance cupped her lovingly in his paws. He lifted her to his lips, and gave her a long,  \ntender kiss. \"I love you so much, Shana. Thank you for being my meal,\" he said tenderly.  \n\"Thank you for enjoying me!\" she replied. \"It was even more fun than being a pie!\"  \n\"Really?\"  \n\"Uh huh! Going on the spit felt really sensual, feeling my meat get nice and warm and  \ncooked. But you eating me up was even better! As much as I liked getting swallowed last  \nnight, feeling you chew me up was just...\" she trailed off. There were no words for how  \nmuch she'd enjoyed their food play. All she could do was smile at him.  \n\"I loved it just as much, little one. Knowing that I could eat you like this, and it  \nwouldn't hurt you a bit, that was what really made it enjoyable. You know, I would never  \nhave even thought twice about this recipe before tonight. It's always been important to me  \nthat my food cubs are happy and that they go down my throat willingly. I could never have  \nspitted any of them and cooked them alive. Never in a million years! I'd sooner be cooked  \nmyself!\"  \nThe heartfelt passion of his words made her happy, but they did not surprise her one  \nbit. She knew well how much he cared.  \n\"So I'm really happy we got this chance. Even if it's just this one dream, it was  \nworth it. This has been one of the happiest moments of my life, Shana.\"  \n\"Mine too,\" she said softly.  \n\"Love you, li'l sweet squirrel.\"  \n\"I love you too, my master chef!\"  \nHe giggled, then opened his mouth wide.  \nShana chittered in excitement.  \nLance popped her head into his mouth and easily gulped her down. He felt her travel  \ndown to his stomach and land there with a little splash.  \n\"You okay in there?\" he asked his tummy.  \nHer muffled voice replied. \"Yup! It's cozy in here!\"  \nWith a completely satisfied smile on his muzzle, Lance laid back on his grease-  \nsplattered bed. He gave his belly a tender pat, then tucked his arms beneath his head.  \n\"Goodnight, again,\" said Shana.  \n\"Goodnight.\"  \nSoon, they were fast asleep.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \nThe next morning, Lance woke up to perfectly clean bedsheets.  \nIt had only been a dream after all.  \nBut he felt something different now. Deep within him, he could actually \\*feel\\*  \nShana's presence. Her soul was safe within him. Perfectly safe.  \nHe couldn't wait to go back to sleep again tonight...  \n  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nOr maybe it ended completely different. That is up to you.  \n  \nOne thing is absolutely certain though, and that is that Shana and Lance both lived happily  \never after...  \n  \n  \nThe Ends  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}