Picture is non canon

As the sun beamed overhead, Philippa made her way across the grassy plains near the beach, walkie talkie in one hand paw and a small toolbox in the other. The operator of the lighthouse had called her out to inspect the mainframe that had been set up to control its movements and direction of its light, after faulty wiring inside it had caused a short, and thus rendering it unable to supply power to the light. Even though there was to be a large bonus in it for her, she wondered why she had been called out during her lunch hour on such a beautiful day, when she could have spent it sunbathing with her colleagues or shopping around for the best new electronic equipment. She hoped this would not take long, for the sun was starting to burn the back of her neck, and she was attracting stares whenever her pegleg sank into the very soft soil.

But her misfortune was about to get a whole lot worse. Her lone foot caught a large stone protruding from the soil, sending her tumbling over into the lap of a sunbathing cheetah, who she recognized as one of her recent customers. She tried to pull herself back upright, but what obstructed her view was the sight of the smiling and salivating feline. And it was clear that she had found a meal in her. Panicking, she tried frantically to get up and run away, but it was all for nothing - she found herself caught by her legs, pulling her over again.

"Hey, mousey," she purred, "where do you think you're going?"

"Please, let go of me!" pleaded Philippa. "I've got a job to do!"

"Already done," she replied, "and now, you get your wages." And before the terrified Philippa could do anything else, she was pulled towards the gaping mouth of the cheetah, her struggles hopeless against her tight hold. Next came what she had feared for much of her life - before she realized it, her head was stuffed into her jaws, before she began to rabidly and rapidly swallow her down inch by inch, the presence of many onlookers not doing anything to stop her the more she descended. No matter how loudly she screamed out, no matter what moves she tried to make, she could not escape her gullet as it transported her downwards, before she finally made her entrance into her patiently waiting stomach. Upon realising that only her tail remained in the outside world, another plead for help came from within - her luck had run out, and at the worst possible time. And nothing could stop her from becoming the meal that would provide Kuva the sustenance and comfort she would need for a while to come.

Here we have another picture I requested from the talented  Fid, which he managed to put together in the space of only thirty minutes. I'm still surprised at how quickly this was done, and I'm rather happy with it myself. Poor Philippa - she never does have much luck where cats of any kind are concerned. ^_^

Kuva belongs to FidchellVore.
Philippa belongs to me.

Original image: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9887522/