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Bridget sat at the bar, halfheartedly drinking. The short red panda reflected on her vacation so far. It'd been too quiet, she thought. She really needed something interesting to tell everyone when she went back home. She wanted to get a good story out of this trip, if nothing else, and she only had a few days left.

"Is this seat taken?" she was woken from her thoughts by a large male bear looming over her.

"No," she said, thinking that maybe she had found her story.

The bear ordered a drink. He looked at her, sizing her up, his eyes scanning all over her.

"Don't see many red pandas here."

"Yeah, I haven't seen any in the time I've been here."

"Oh? You don't live here?"

"No, no, I'm on vacation. I have a few days left. It's been pretty boring so far."

"Sorry to hear that," he growled out, "Want to, uh, have some fun?"

She was taken aback by his bluntness. They'd only been talking for a minute, and she didn't even know his name. Normally, she'd never go for something like this. But if there was any time to take a risk, it was now. Worst case scenario, it'd be a fun story to tell her friends.

"Sure."

He lead her out back, behind the bar. As they walked down the cold alleyway, illuminated by only the moonlight, she looked nervously at her new friend. He was a grizzly, more than twice the size of her, and powerfully built. She moved closer to him, rubbing her bushy tail along his back. He placed an arm around her shoulders in response. It was furry and warm, and very muscular. He felt very...safe.

"Here we are," he said.

She looked up at their destination. To her surprise, it was a dumpster.

"Uh...that?"

"Don't worry. There's only paper in there. And no one'll come back here."

"But still..."

"You'll be fine. Just lay down in there."

You know what, she thought to herself? Why not take the risk? She awkwardly climbed into the dumpster. Just like he said it would be, it was just full of cardboard and shredded paper from a nearby office. Trepidatiously, she laid down on a large piece of cardboard, laying down back first. She looked up at the stars - and her ursine lover-to-be as he swiftly climbed over the walls. She imagined his large, furry body pressed against hers, as he thrust into her, the stars above them as she twittered in joy. What if they got caught, she thought? They were far from the bar, but still just in an alleyway. Someone could come by. The danger made her shudder with anticipation, her nerves fading away with the excitement.

"Take off your clothes," he said, "and we'll have some fun."

She slid off her skirt first, then her shirt. As her shirt passed past her eyes and off her body entirely, she looked up at the bear. He had taken off his clothes as well and he was...excited. She stared at his long, hard member and thought eagerly about it being inside her. She had never been with a bear before. She'd never been with anyone so...large.

"Close your eyes," he said.

She complied. She shut her eyes hard, ready to let him do whatever he wanted. Any fear had disappeared. All the warnings and cautionary tales she had heard were gone. She listened keenly as the paper crunched under his paws, as he shifted and kneeled. She could feel him as he came to rest inches above her naked body. His strong paws rubbed against her chest as he licked her face. She shuddered again, ready for whatever came next. He went lower, stroking his paws against her sides as he went, licking her stomach keenly, reveling in it as he went still lower. When he reached there, she moaned in delight. She listened to his movements as he shifted further back. He seemed to be positioning himself for something - he wasn't anywhere near her. There were several seconds of silence. She wondered where he was, and when he would next touch her. But she kept her eyes shut.

She fidgeted as he licked her lower paws, tickled by the attention of his rough tongue as it danced across her body. After a solid minute of licking, he retracted. She listened to his satisfied growls. This was it, Bridget thought. She was on edge, ready for him to push inside her. She waited for several moments...before she realized that her lower paws were feeling...wet. Like he was still licking her, but...more. And there was strange pressure on them, like something was on them...or around them. Then her ankles started to feel wet...whatever was around her paws was now around them. She realized what it was. At that moment all the cautionary tales shot back into her head. Her eyes snapped open. Looking down, she saw the bear's mouth enclosed around her paws and ankles, his eyes filled with ravenous hunger.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" she screamed.

Bridget kicked her legs against the roof of his mouth until he let go. Her paws slid out of his mouth. She scrambled to her feet and charged at the walls of the dumpster, but her slick paws couldn't gain a foothold and she was too short to jump over them. Defeated, she slid back down to the ground. The bear pounced, pinning her to the ground with the powerful arms she delighted in just minutes ago. He moved his face up to hers and licked around her head. She looked into his hungry, determined eyes, shaking in terror.

"What are you doing!?"

"I'm trying to eat you," he grunted out, "I thought that was pretty clear."

"I thought...we were going to have sex!"

"We can have sex first if you want, but the only way you're gonna get out of this dumpster is in my stomach."

She thought about escaping, but the arms held tight around hers, and the powerful legs perched above her lower body made it clear to her that any escape would be temporary. She couldn't outrun him, and he knew it.

"Is this...temporary? Will you let me out?" She knew a few people back home with a fetish for this kind of stuff. The predators would let the prey out afterward, so they could do it again, though she'd never done it personally. She had always been intrigued by that kind of thing, but if she ever explored it it'd be on her terms. Not like this.

He laughed, "No, I'm sorry to say it's a one-way trip. But you'll enjoy your last few hours. I guarantee it."

Oh my God, she thought. I'm about to die. On vacation. In a dumpster. She let out a sob. She knew this might happen. No one back home eats people alive anymore, not really. No one is digested. No one dies. But everyone had warned her that predators still eat people for real in some places, and they like nothing more than to dine on naive visitors.

She thought about escaping. About talking her way out of it. Of asking to have sex and at least prolonging it. Her mind screamed at her to find a way out. But she didn't.

"Have you...eaten many people?"

"I'd say...maybe thirty."

"You don't know for sure?"

"They all blend together. You're all just another meal to me."

"Tourists?"

He laughed again, "Yeah. But plenty of locals as well. They're not so easy."

"Any red pandas?"

"No," he said, licking behind her ears, "Always wanted to have one."

"Did...they want to be eaten?"

"More than you'd think. But most weren't exactly...willing."

The bear's tongue hung out of his mouth, dripping warm saliva onto her neck. She didn't feel bad when he was eating her. She wasn't in pain, despite his sharp teeth. It almost felt comforting. He moved in closer, as if demanding action on her part. He breathed in deep, and let loose his warm breath against her furry body. She was still shaking.

"Which one will you be? Go along with it or make me hunt a little? Will I have fun, or will we both have fun?"

She knew she should escape. She knew she should bite and scratch and scream. But her whole night was leading her here. She knew there was no going back, but what she said next surprised even her.

"E...eat me. I want you to eat me."

Wide-eyed in shock at what she just said, Bridget watched as the bear smiled and moved back a bit, keeping his body on top of hers.

"Feet first?"

"Y...yes," she knew that head-first might end it faster. But she didn't want it to end quickly. She wanted to experience every second of it. It may make a even better story...though she knew that no one would ever hear it.

"Good. I like it that way," he said, "Oh, I didn't tell you my name. Want to...?"

"I'm fine," she said, "I...don't need to know, if that's okay."

"That's fine," he said as he shifted towards her feet, holding her legs down with his paws as his head moved into position, "Are you ready?"

Bridget took a deep breath, "as ready as I'll ever be."

"Good," he smiled, "Since I was gonna start no matter what."

She wanted to close her eyes, but she resisted. She wanted to see this. The bear's jaws opened wide. She studied the teeth that, despite their sharp points, didn't hurt her. She studied the darkness beyond. A tinge of regret struck as the jaws extended over her feet. Oh God, this is it. She actually agreed to this. She agreed to be devoured alive by a complete stranger. As her feet once again were slickened by the bear's saliva, the doubts disappeared. His mouth felt so...warm. Almost welcoming. She wasn't in pain. Though his eyes remained cold, he looked more friendly, now that he was set on making sure she enjoyed it as much as him.

Bridget laid back. She looked up at the stars as his mouth extended over her ankles and knees. The warmth of the mouth gave way for her paws as they entered his tight throat, running along its slick walls. He ran his tongue over each new part of her as it slid down into the throat and esophagus, the rough texture rubbing over her with a surprising tenderness. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed the sensations for a while.

His mouth was up to her thighs now, and she could feel her paws as they hit the walls of his tight throat. She opened her eyes and glanced down. Nearly half her body was gone, lost in his mouth. The sight shocked her out of her reverie and reminded her what was going on. Her legs were inside of the bear, whose furry face looked up at her from above a wide-open jaw. She panicked, as the reality of being eaten alive hit her. The warmth and comfort of the body she found herself in, and the lack of any real pain, had distracted her from the fact that this was a one-way trip. She struggled, thrashing about with her upper body and her bushy tail. The bear responded by pushing her down with his still-powerful arms. Thrown back to the ground, she stopped resisting and watched as he started moving up.

She laid back and looked up. There was truly no escape now, not that there ever was. A few words in a bar and she would end the night in a bear's stomach. She would become one of the cautionary tales she forgot at the worst possible moment. As she rested, her excitement returned. She looked down and saw him struggling to fit her tail, still splayed out from her protests, into his mouth. She retracted it to her side, rigid, letting him swallow her further.

He stopped swallowing her and began to move his tongue over her crotch. She moaned, feeling the excitement building inside her. She had been on edge for so long. She had been waiting, and she was dangerously close now to her release. His tongue continued to work until she reached a peak. She finally orgasmed, writhing with joy as she let out a twittering cry that had been building within her since the bear first told her to lay down and take off her clothes.

She looked down to see the bear's jaws now firmly around her stomach. Not much longer, she thought happily. Not much longer until she found out what it was like down there. Not that Bridget wasn't completely unafraid. Maybe the worst was yet to come. But even though it was a one-way trip, she was overcome with curiosity. She had wanted to do something adventurous, after all, and you couldn't say this wasn't a interesting end to her vacation.

The bear's jaws passed over her chest now. His tongue worked their magic on her breasts, leading to a second orgasm overtaking her body and a cascade of happy twittering. She felt so warm, her legs now on their way into the bear's stomach, firmly in the sticky constraints of the bear's esophagus. She watched as the bear's face came to face her own. She looked deeply into his cold eyes. She knew that she was just another meal to him. He had made her feel good, but she meant nothing to him, and he'd forget her. And that made it more thrilling to her - to find her end in the body of a true predator.

"Thank you," she said.

The bear, unable to speak back, let out a weak growl of appreciation.

Darkness overcame her. The bear swallowed the last of her, and her head was sent into the bear's mouth. She passed over the tongue that had given her so much pleasure during her last moments on her way down. She slipped into the esophagus, and her fears resurfaced as she passed through the claustrophobic confines. But the fear was short lived. She could feel her paws against the soft floor of the stomach, and she couldn't wait to be down there. With her body now fully within the bear's, she slid easily down into the stomach, which was tight but held her with some room to spare.

She weakly regarded her surroundings. The acids of the stomach coated her fur, eating into her slowly. It felt so warm, and the tightness felt not claustrophobic but cozy. She knew she was being broken down, slowly. And she'd rather be nowhere else.

Bridget faded in and out of consciousness, hazy. She was aware of her digestion, but considered it meekly. Before drifting off for the final time, she thought about the great story she'd never get to tell.