Diva yelped as the houndour gleefuly Bashed her around, then lay her with belly up so he could drool over the fat tummy he had stuffed. His tongue slowly rolled over trembling eevee flesh, and he smiled as fear sparkled in the huge eevee eyes.
"Good girl my little pet." he crooned, his tongue creeping ever so slowly towards the tender throat. "Terror is natural for prey...especially tiny eevee. The funny thing is, the fear becomes so powerful that the prey becomes...open to suggestion and willing to accept thier roll as belly fillers."
Diva gulped, and the prince giggled.
"Awe don't worry. Your tiny body is a mere snack. No my tiny prey...you are not going to be eaten. As log as you do exactly as I say, you will be unharmed, little eevee. Understand?"
Diva trembled as the warm tongue reached her throat fur and began to dig in slowly.
"Y-yes."
The houndour chuckled
"Good."