So I was just minding my own business wandering through the woods and I get ambushed by a yote I thought was my friend! Doesn't he know that foxes aren't food!? D: I've only told him like a million times! Why do coyotes never listen to me!?

Anyways, this awesome piece of art was gifted to me by said yote who is one of the the biggest sweethearts ever and was drawn by  Redd if you guys wanna read the awesome story the coyote did for said picture, well scroll down and check it out, he's a good writer yote -w-

The Coyote who is entirely too freaking hungry is  RobinCoyote
Suka who is totally not food is me
story is  RobinCoyote

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Robin carefully crept along the park path in the cool autumn air doing his best to be silent; it wouldn’t do to alert his prey. The task was made difficult by the light sprinkle of colored leaves littering the path forcing him to tiptoe and hop carefully between them. Fortunately the fox he was stalking was not adverse at all to making noise himself. The vulpine’s footsteps masked the faint sounds of the coyote’s passage as he trod upon the crispy leaves carelessly. It was slow going, but eventually Robin was able to bridge most of the distance, until he was only a bare few meters back.

Abandoning any pretense of stealth, Robin slunk the remaining distance between himself and his prey with several long, bounding strides. The fox’s orange and black ears rotated like satellite dishes picking up the sudden rush of activity far too late. Before he could even think to turn and look, Robin’s arms suddenly seized him around the middle from behind, causing him to yip and tense up.

“Hello there Suka.” Robin said with a smile, his head resting on his friend’s shoulder.

“Oh, Robin. You scared me.” The coyote could hear the rapid thump of Suka’s heartbeat pounding beneath his flesh. It started to calm slowly. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was just on a walk and I saw you out here.” Robin’s paws started to rove, rubbing Suka’s chest and sides. “You looked cold so I thought I would come warm you up.”

“A little.” The fox’s lips turned up in a small, pleasant smile. There was little doubt to Robin that his face was flushed a shade of pink under that orange and black fur, he was enjoying the attention. Despite his other ulterior motive behind ambushing his friend, Robin found himself enjoying it as well. He liked holding and touching people almost as much as he enjoyed his other favorite recreational hobby. Almost.

“It’s a good thing I came over here then.” Robin’s arms coiled tightly around Suka’s middle as he loosed his tongue on the fox’s neck. The soft, wet appendage drew a line of wetness from shoulder to jawline, setting the fox shivering. “I know a warm place to stick you.”

“R-Robin..” Suka objected, an edge of concern to his voice. It seemed he had caught a whiff of Robin’s true intentions. “Let’s just go to your place and curl up all warm and safe together.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely be all curled up and warm with me.” Robin’s tongue slithered out and licked his lips with a wet flick right next to the vulpine’s ear. He adjusted his grip on Suka, pulling the fox just a little tighter against his chest and grumbling belly. “But somehow I think you won’t be so safe.”

“Robin, no. No! Bad coyote!” Suka started to squirm roughly in an effort to escape, but he wasn’t honestly all that strong from this position. “We’ve been over this!”

“Yes, yes you broken record. Say it as many times as you like, but that doesn’t make your meat any less delectable and tender. It won’t stop my gut from stewing you down into sludge.”

“I’m not food!” Suka screamed his trademarked line as he started to flail as much as squirm in Robin’s grasp.

“Oh please, foxes are like potato chips. Lots of empty calories and you can never stop at just one. You were born food.” The fox sputtered for a few seconds at Robin’s argument, obviously having the opposite opinion.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” Suka was panicking now, his voice cut through the chill air and echoed against the trees. It was getting late and cold, nobody would hear him at this hour at this time of year. “Foxes are not food! Not food!”

Robin had tuned the fox out at this point. Suka was a tasty meal, but he’d used the words ‘broken record’ for a reason. At this point no matter what he said Suka would parrot the same handful of lines until released or silenced for good. Robin was dead set on taking the latter course so he loosened his grasp, turned the fox about to face him, and stuffed Suka’s head into his maw. His prey’s objections were almost immediately muffled so as to be unrecognizable.

The coyote wasted no time in swallowing his prey down, reducing Suka’s head to a mere bulge in his throat before he see-sawed the fox’s shoulders in. Swallowing was probably his least favorite part so he tried to do it with some expedience. His neck, shoulders, and chest widened and broadened to accommodate the fox as he body slid down the tight, squeezing confines of the coyote’s gullet. It wasn’t until he’d reached the halfway point at Suka’s waist that Robin started to feel the sensation he loved most about eating: fullness.

Inside his body, Robin’s empty stomach was barely the size of the Suka’s head, so when the fox finally reached the caustic chamber the feeling of stretched fullness was almost immediately apparent. As more of the fox was drawn in that feeling spread as his abdomen stretched. The coyote laid a paw on his belly, enjoying the feeling of it swelling with Suka’s tight-packed form.

Robin’s greedy consumption of his meal eventually reduced it to a pair of vulpine legs which he sucked down like thick noodles until all that remained were a pair of feet. Robin held up two fingers on one paw, placing each on Suka’s pawpads and shoved at them firmly. Back into his gullet they went to disappear at the beck and call of one final swallow. The last of Suka vanished from the outside world for all eternity, reduced to one last bulge crawling down Robin’s throat.

“Ahhh, there we go.” Robin slowly stroked his overfilled belly. The weight had brought the coyote to kneeling, his gut spilling out over the ground. He pressed a balled paw to his chest and let out a short, guttural belch that seemed small in contrast to his large meal. “Nice and warm where you belong.”

“Lies! I’m not food! Let me out!” Suka’s muffled protests came from within as he squirmed and thrashed. The movement set bulges moving across the surface of Robin’s stomach but otherwise didn’t seem to bother him. More, it seemed to encourage his greedy, grumbling belly to move forward with its plans as the squelch of digestive juices seeping in and filling the tight chamber could be heard. Suka yelped. “I thought we were friends!?”

“Sorry Suka. Once you’re in, you’re in.” Robin licked his fingers clean of Suka’s flavor, one after the other, before absently stroking his belly with the damp digits. He let his tongue loll out and his eyes glaze over in bliss for a moment as he enjoyed the warm feeling of the digestive juices beginning their work to dissolve away that tight feeling of fullness. “My stomach gets the final say, and it wants to have its way with you. Friend or food, my stomach doesn’t make any distinction between them; it doesn’t care if you’re alive or if people love you and will miss you. It just digests everything I put in there equally without remorse.”

“Wh...What!? N-no!” The fox’s struggling was renewed.

“You were a good friend, but in the end you made a better meal. Goodbye Suka.”

“I don’t want to die! Foxes aren’t food! Robin, please. I want out of here! Let me out! Foxes are not food! They are not—”

Robin’s stomach contracted violently, the squeezing action forcing out all of the excess air as it tightened around Suka. The fox suddenly found his lungs squeezed empty, and his words put to an end, as all the breathable air shot up the coyote’s gullet. His cheeks puffed out briefly, containing the outburst for the barest of moments before a long, rumbling belch tore free of his maw, echoing out across the outside air and dissipating amongst the surrounding trees. With that final act Suka’s fight within Robin’s stomach ended forever. His stomach remained motionless as it dutifully continued to churn his meal.

“Ahhh, there we go, be a good boy and dissolve for me.” Robin gave his stomach a congratulatory pat. It gurgled a melody of squeezing muscle and bubbling juices in response as it set out to churning its meal down to sludge with abject glee. It would take all night for his belly to slowly shrink and soften. Eventually all that would be left was Robin’s toned, flat, and empty stomach ready to consume its next meal. Only the barest tracings of fat would remain of Suka—after all, foxes were no different than any other ordinary meal. Robin let out a sigh and settled in to digest for the night as the unmoving meat in his gut slowly lost any semblance it had to a fox and became indistinguishable from any other meal.