Stanley the hamster ventures outside for the first time hoping for freedom when he meets Carrie, a malamute with other plans. (Feral soft vore, tongue play, drooling, F/m)

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Stanley rolled his hamster ball down the stairs, hitting each step with an audible ‘thwack’ before bouncing through the back door into the August sunshine. Normally he wasn’t allowed downstairs, but his human owner had forgotten to put him back in his cage, and instead ran out in a hurry, leaving the doorway to the outside open behind her.
The plastic ball crackled as it rolled over the cement, before coming to a stop in the grass. Stanley jumped forward, trying to get it over the edge and into the yard, but it wouldn’t budge from inside.

“Need a little help?” a smooth voice asked from behind him. Stanley jumped, falling over and rolling backwards as a result. Suddenly, the spinning stopped, as someone grabbed his ball with their paws. Dazed, he looked up, seeing a handsome canine, perhaps a husky or Alaskan malamute. He wasn’t really sure.

“Y…yes” he stammered, not expecting someone else to be in the backyard. His owner didn’t have any other pets.
Gently the dog nudged the ball over the edge of the yard, onto the smooth grass. “I’m Carrie by the way, in case you were wondering”

“Stanley”

Then she frowned. “What’s a hamster like you doing outside anyways?”

“When offered freedom, wouldn’t you take it?”

She cocked her head, thinking for a moment. “Nah…in the wild, you’ve got to spend all your time finding food, and that’s boring.”

“I suppose so” Stanley said, not really understanding what she meant. He spent all of his time in a cage. It was easy for her to say otherwise when allowed full run of the outdoors.

“Besides” she said, breaking into a toothy grin, “I’d rather play a little game.”

Stanley was beginning to feel uneasy. “W…what kind of game?” he stammered.

“Relax furball, you’ll love it!” she promised. “It’s called breakfast.”

Then she batted the ball, sending him bouncing violently across the yard before knocking against a cedar fence and coming to a stop. For a moment, all Stanley could see was sky and trees before reorienting himself.

“Watch it Wolfy! You’ll break it if you’re not careful!”

Big paws spread either side of clear plastic. The malamute licked her lips.

“I’ll do a lot more than that, rodent.”

Then her long mouth opened, black lips pulling back to reveal sharp, slightly yellowed teeth. As her jaws widened, Stanley felt the blood drain from his face. Slowly, more of her wet, pink tongue became visible. He could see it flowing back between her teeth before disappearing into the dark, slimy folds of her throat. Drool puddled around her teeth, stretching into glistening strings as her jaws moved apart, dripping from her ridged palate, pooling around her gums and onto her glistening, wet tongue.

The malamute’s breath fogged the plastic sides of Stanley’s ball around him, as she lowered her gaping jaws downwards. There was a distinct ‘clack’ as her incisors and fangs locked the ball in place beneath the crushing power of her teeth.

Feeling the smooth, curved plastic against her tongue, Carrie was surprised at it’s fragility. Wasting no time, she bit down, smiling to herself as her jaws made short work of the tiny hamster ball.

For a moment, the plastic seemed to almost to defy the teeth pushing from above and below before cracks spread rapidly outwards, shattering the brittle plastic like an avalanche through a plate glass window. Terrified, Stanley closed his eyes as the canine teeth crunched through his only protection. After a moment, realizing he was still alive he opened his eyes.

Carrie was standing directly above him. “There. Now you’re playing by the rules.”

Dumbstruck, as he realized what was about to happen, he didn’t even think to scurry away as she placed a paw on top of him, mashing him painfully into the ground.

“This isn’t fair!” he protested, finally finding his voice. “You’re bigger than me!”

Carrie licked her lips. “Life isn’t fair, sweetie. Freedom comes with risk as well as reward. No owner to keep you inside, but no owner to stop me from eating you, either. Honestly, you should’ve run from me as soon as you got the chance.”

“But that’s not fair either. I’m just-“

“A hamster?” she cut him off. “Maybe you should have thought about that before coming outside, rodent.”

Stanley whimpered in fear, not knowing how to respond. Before he could speak, Carrie’s long, slippery tongue flicked from between her teeth, the warm, slow, slurping lick matting down his fur with dog drool. “mmm” she hummed, in a pleased feminine moan, before pulling her tongue away.

“You taste even better than I thought” she whispered, pausing between licks to swallow the copious amount of drool accumulating in her mouth.

Carrie’s jaws were so close now, Stanley could see the movement of her tongue behind her teeth as she spoke, humid breath wafting over him as flecks of spittle hit his face. Her words were followed by an audible slurp as she smacked her lips, a distinct ‘glooch’ emanating from her neck as she swallowed a large amount of spit, just inches above him. Then the tongue came back between her lips. He sputtered, as the warm, rough lick pushed and slid it’s way slimily upwards, leaving a string of drool suspended between them for a split second before lifting away and dropping downwards once more, slurping lusciously upwards, again, again and again, greedily, until her saliva had soaked through his fur entirely, slicking him down to a gullet sized snack.

Then, suddenly, the licking stopped. Carrie paused, facial expression changing as a long, gurgling rumble emanated from her flat, empty belly.

“You know, your owner really is awful about feeding me” she said.

Stanley didn’t answer, lying on the grass, soaked and exhausted from fighting against her teasing licks for so long.
Carrie nuzzled him roughly with her muzzle. “You’re not even going to try to escape?”

“Why bother?” he asked weakly, resigning himself somewhat to his fate. “You’ll just catch and eat me anyways.”

“I’d say it spoils the fun” she said, slightly disappointed. “But I’d be lying if said I can’t have fun with my food while I eat it.”

“Huh?” Stanley asked, not fully comprehending what she meant.

“I’m going to gulp ya down alive, silly!” she said matter-of-factly, as if it was an obvious conclusion given the circumstances. “It’s more fun that way.”

“Y…You…you can’t!” he squeaked.

“On the contrary, you’re a little big to swallow whole, but I think I’ll manage.”

Stanley looked up at her aghast, trying to come to grips with what was happening, but before he could move, her teeth came for him, gaping jaws ready to swallow him up.

Deciding now was the time to feed, Carrie grabbed the stunned hamster before he could react, fangs closing about either side of his midsection. She lifted her prey high, reveling in Stanley’s weak struggles as he felt his feet leave the ground. Working her jaws, she threw her head back, once, twice, eagerly snapping the hamster up. She interlocked her teeth together, and closed her eyes blissfully to revel in the delicious squirms of the meat trapped firmly between her tongue and her palate.

Stanley squirmed for all he was worth as the malamute tossed her head skyward and wolfishly clacked her teeth forward, using his own inertia to slide him roughly down her slick, drool soaked tongue and into the hot, greedily drooling abyss of her mouth. Desperately, he scrabbled at her teeth for a paw hold as she lifted her snout again. Canine jaws glommed forwards, snapping shut behind him. As the malamute sealed her lips, Stanley was overwhelmed with a feeling of helplessness, imprisoned within a toothy cage, trapped in the dark. Everything seemed to stop, almost as if the malamute was waiting for something, or perhaps relishing the moment the hamster became hers to control entirely.

Carrie paused for a moment, savoring Stanley’s taste. Then her mouth began to work slightly as her tongue handled the prey inside. She was beginning to salivate copiously now, as she licked and tasted her food, squeezing him against her palate, and pushing him into her cheeks as she sucked on the rodent’s refreshingly meaty, salty flavor.
“mmmm” she moaned blissfully, jaws going slack as his overwhelming taste washed deliciously over her tongue. Her eyes glazed over, a long string of saliva dripping downwards from her mouth as she drooled lazily, relaxing completely from the sheer luxury of having such a plump, fattened meal alive in her mouth.

Lying on the dog’s tongue, Stanley gave into panic as Carrie began actively to taste him. Soaked and disoriented from the warm, slippery darkness of the malamute’s mouth, it was all Stanley could do to keep from being caught in the dog’s teeth as her licks pushed and squished him against her palate and into her cheeks. Yet, even as the tongue pressed and rubbed relentlessly against him, Stanley sensed the environment around him beginning to relax. A deep, feminine moan of pleasure emanated from the depths of the dog’s throat as the jaws slackened around him. Suddenly, light was visible between studded teeth! The opportunity vanished as quickly as it had appeared however, as an urgent gurgling from the dog’s gut brought the malamute back from her gluttonous stupor.

Giving way to not entirely domesticated instincts, Carrie closed her mouth, swished the hamster to the back of her throat, and gulped hard.

Stanley squeaked as the canine tossed her head back, swallowing him in one rapid motion. Below him, her tongue surging upwards, squelching him along with copious amounts of malamute spit inwards against her slick, drool soaked palate towards the slimy, dark folds of her eagerly waiting gullet. As he was pressed inwards, Stanley was assaulted by the wet squish of flesh on flesh as Carrie opened her throat, tongue squeezing him in headfirst, muscles convulsing, contracting, peristaltic motion forcing him inexorably down the canine gullet with a resounding ‘glk.’

Carrie shivered in ecstasy as the oversized hunk of meat on her tongue pressed in her pharynx, a slight bulge appearing in her neck fur from her hamster-distended esophagus. It felt so good, a hunk of living food squirming down her throat, pressing against, squished inside of her neck, it’s pathetic existence nothing more than muffled squeaking inside her gullet.

Squeaking in terror, Stanley struggled hopelessly as the malamute stuffed him viciously down her throat, gullet muscles squeezing, pressing his paws uselessly together, mashing him wolfishly downward, blood heat, slimy, slick insides of the animal all around him, her neck getting tighter, and tighter with each passing inch.

As the protrusion in her fur curved slowly downwards, Carrie’s throat began to feel tight. The hamster was stuck halfway down, leaving a visible thickening in the slender, curved silhouette of her neck. Raising her head, she angled her neck upwards, swallowing hard with the aid of gravity to help crush her prey through the narrow passage. She heard a muffled ‘squeak!’ of pain from the hamster as her neck muscles contracted violently around him, squeezing him from all sides, neck undulating visibly as her throat tried unsuccessfully to swallow the hamster.

Stanley squeaked in surprise and pain as the slippery walls of the malamute’s gullet convulsed savagely around him squeezing the air from his lungs. ‘She must be choking’ he thought with a glimmer of hope. Slicked down in saliva and gullet slime, the dog still couldn’t swallow!

Deprived of air, and tired of the hamster stuck in her throat, Carrie gulped and swallowed furiously, once, twice, three, four times, as hard as she could. Finally pushed through the tightest roads of her throat, the food slipped easily downwards, disappearing into the malamute’s chest.

Trembling, Stanley felt himself forced powerfully downwards, his progress audibly increasing with the ‘schluck’ of slime and drool soaked fur squeezed by each fleshy gulp, ‘glk, ulk, gulk, gluck!’ He was moving quickly now, and could feel his descent become more horizontal as he entered the dog’s chest.

Sensing her prey nearing her stomach, Carrie swallowed once more, allowing herself a wolfish grin of self-satisfaction as she felt Stanley squeeze through her chest before filling her eagerly waiting stomach. An almost imperceptible bulge appeared in her belly as her stomach distended to fit the meal inside.

Stanley whimpered in fear, as a final convulsion pushed him the rest of the way through Carrie’s chest, squeezing him tightly from her throat before splashing him into the malamute’s belly. At this point, he was too exhausted, and too deprived of air to put up a fight. The dog’s elastic gut stretched to take him in entirely, but it still pushed from all sides, gurgling, rumbling and sloshing ravenously around him, with the beginnings of digestion. As he slowly lost consciousness, he had the passing thought that he was nothing but dog food now, with no signs of his existence left to the outside world.

Carrie smacked her lips, then gulped down the remainder of the hamster’s flavor, breathing a sigh of contentment. Then she burped, letting some air that had been gulped down with the food out and smiling to herself as she felt her meal’s struggles dying down in her belly. Kicking the broken shards of plastic from the hamster ball under a bush, she lay down to sleep, content that no one would be the wiser when it came to her sordid feeding habits.