izzaro's wolf girl Slivea finally gets the chance for a perfect beach day and won't let anything or anyone ruin it.

This story is my half of a trade with and even though it's early, consider it a Vore Day story since I probably won't be doing anything else for that.

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Bright sunlight bore down over the peaceful oceanfront. Summer had finally arrived and was doing so in full force. The air was hot, the wind was gentle, the waves were calm, and not a cloud hung in the sky. A slim black-furred wolf stepped off the boardwalk and onto the warm sand, letting the hot ground tickle her toes.

“Aaaahh…” Slivea sighed as she breathed in the fresh, salty ocean air. “Nothing can ruin this day!” This day had been planned in her head for a few weeks. Gray skies had hampered her other attempts to enjoy the beach, but today was gorgeous and nothing would stop her from taking it in to the fullest.

Unsurprisingly, the beach was crowded as many others decided to come out to enjoy the day after so much rain. Slivea growled at the number of people yet remained calm. Still, she shook her head in disappointment. “Knew this would happen. Should’ve left earlier.” Fortunately for the wolf, she had planned for this long before coming out. There was one part of the beach near where the waters started to get choppy where few people ever set up. It was the perfect spot. Just far enough from the crowds that no one would bother her, yet still close enough that the hottest surfers and swimmers could still be seen. Slivea tail wagged slightly, excited by the prospect of the perfect beach day.

Without a second thought, she pulled the white cover-up she had been wearing off, ruffling her white hair in the process. One paw quickly shot up and smoothed it out, making sure the blue stripe was visible. With that taken care of, Slivea started walked to her coveted spot. Underneath her cover-up, the black wolf was clad in nothing but a lime green bikini top and bottom, showing off her flat stomach and accentuating her breasts and butt. A few heads turned as she walked past the crowds, and she took notice. She glared for a moment at the onlookers before giving a dangerous smile, showing all the wolf’s sharp teeth. They all turned away, many of them blushing.

The spot on the beach was a bit of a walk from the boardwalk entrance, but to the punk black wolf, it was worth it. “I won’t let anything ruin this day.” She thought as she made her way along the shore, the hot sun warming her bikini-clad fur. The spot, right next to a pair of palm trees, finally came into view. Slivea’s yellow eyes went wide, her jaw dropped, and her bag fell into the sand.
There was another beach blanket already set up.

Shock turned to anger as the wolf collected herself and her things before storming over. On the blanket lay a thin brown mouse, wearing a skimpy red bikini and large sunglasses, simply taking in the sun. The mouse seemed to not notice or care about the angry wolf staring down at her.

“HEY! What the hell are you doing here?” Slivea growled.

“Enjoying the beach? What do you want?” Molly the mouse turned her head yet remained otherwise motionless on her back.

“You’re in my spot. Get lost.” Her anger was growing to a boiling point with every moment, her ears wiggling involuntarily.

“It’s a public beach, and I was here first. Go somewhere else.” The mouse rolled over and laid on her stomach, her long, thin tail waving between her legs. She turned her head away from Slivea as she stopped paying attention, hoping that she would leave.

“No, you’re moving. But it looks like I’ve got to do it myself.” Slivea placed her bag down and walked around, avoiding the mouse’s view. When she was in position, she grabbed Molly’s legs and held them tight. “And I’ve got the perfect spot for you.” She licked her lips and her tail started wagging. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and started stuffing the mouse’s feet inside.

“What are you talking abo—WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Molly rolled over as she felt something hot and sticky on her legs. Slivea just flashed as mean of a smile as she could while the continued to swallow. It took only a few strong gulps until the mouse’s knees were inside the wolf’s gaping maw. “Let me go!” Molly desperately yelled and grabbed at anything, her hands meeting nothing but sand. Slivea cooed as swallowed the mouse’s surprisingly thick thighs and hips, letting her tongue roll over and taste her prey. She was slightly salty from the ocean air, which only made her furry body even more delicious. Molly cried out for help, but no one was around to hear.

Slivea’s black-furred belly started to bulge outwards as the mouse’s body slid into her stomach. Her bushy tail wagged in delight as she managed to stuff her ample rear into her mouth. Molly’s tail wagged frantically, but soon slid down the wolf’s throat too. Molly whimpered loudly as Slivea grabbed her arms when she started gulping down her belly chest. Her formerly flat belly was

already sticking out a foot from the size of her prey. Keeping her arms restrained against her body let the predatory wolf swallow them down even easier. More loud gulping noises and he mouse’s large breasts were stuck inside her maw. Slivea slowed down at this point, savoring the flavor of the busty mouse. Her belly had bulged out even larger as more of her prey was stuffed inside.

Slivea raised her head up, letting the rest of the mouse’s body slide down her throat. Molly let out another loud whimper as she felt her head being pulled down into the wolf’s warm, moist stomach. Her view slowly went dark as Slivea closed her mouth once Molly’s giant ears were inside. With another strong gulp, the mouse fully slid down her throat and into her waiting stomach.

“Ahh, delicious! Should have just moved, stupid prey. Now you’re gonna be wolf fat, at least until you reform.” Slivea smiled down at her bulging, nearly three-foot large belly. It jiggled and shook as the mouse inside struggled.

“Let me out! I’m not food!” Molly yelled as she pressed against the walls of her cramped, fleshy prison. This only elicited another laugh from the wolf, who could clearly see the impression of her hands pressing against her stomach from inside her body.

“Oh, shut it! Food doesn’t talk.” She let out another laugh as she slapped her distended gut, hoping to silence the meal inside. Molly continued to struggle, but Slivea paid it no mind and started to enjoy it. “The perfect beach day starts now!” She laid down on the mouse’s blanket, finally ready to start enjoying the day. Her belly continued to squirm and shake, but slowly the motions became less frequent. The warmth of the weather and the full belly started to lull the stuffed wolf, who eventually fell asleep.

Slivea woke a few hours later from her impromptu nap, the sun moving well past its highest point. She looked down at her body; her belly had stopped moving and was smaller than right after eating Molly. Yet it was still much pudgier and softer than before. Her green bikini top strained against her breasts that had grown a full cup size from her living meal. Meanwhile her bikini bottom had sunken into the supple, extra flesh on her butt. “Heh, at least she was good for something.” She moaned as she squeezed her big breasts together.

There was a small gurgling in her stomach that rode up her throat. The wolf let out an uncharacteristic burp, a pair of sunglasses coming out with it. They were the mouse’s, but Slivea was quick to clean them off and wear them herself. “Heh, mine now.” She laid back down on the blanket, not ready for the beach day to end just yet. “Perfect weather, perfect spot, great meal, and now a great body.” The wolf squeezed her warm, squishy, fat body. “Today really has been the perfect day.”