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There Goes the Neighborhood...
(A furry fantasy by Anima. Contains vore, genital vore, yiffing, intense
cuddling, shameless plugs for my character, :K) and maybe a bad pun
or two)
Krys relaxed into the soft bed she called her
own, sighing in relief.
What a day. Lazily, Krys stretched out her anthro-vixen body on the
bed and
reached for the newspaper.
"Mmm, the Bengals won another game. If there's
hope for them, there
could be hope for their namesakes too." She chuckled, tossing out the
sports
section. Krys slowly shifted onto her side, propping the paper against
her
nightstand. Lots going on, it seemed... She was just about to put the
thing
aside and get settled for bed when a picture caught her eye. A couple
of
morphic foxes stood on a street corner, waving at the photographer.
In this
land, that wasn't an unusual sight in the least. But this story was
from out
of town, and the foxes were dressed as cops! Krys turned to the main
story.
[Continued from A1. ...and Tad Beauville have
made our city so much
safer since they signed on at the local police station. These two remarkable
vulpine-inclined people have singlehandedly cleaned the streets of
dangerous
dogs and other animals. Though the neighborhood has yet to fully accept
the
married couple, the Beauvilles are confident that given enough time,
the
citizens will come to realize how much they owe the pair. When asked
about
his origins, Tad Beauville just shrugged helplessly.
"I really don't know how it happened, and
you wouldn't be allowed to
print the circumstances leading up to the transformation. I used to
be an
average white teenager." Reya was similarly cryptic.
"I've always been a vixen." She said, treating
me to a smile the police
force's male population has gotten to know quite well. A week after
the
interview, I learned Reya had become pregnant. Is this the start of
a new
race?]
Krys mmmed dreamily, using a clawtip to trim
out the picture of the two
foxes.
"Such beautiful foxies... I wonder if they
wouldn't be happier around
here?" The vixen blushed, thinking of another reason she'd like to
have the
couple where she could get at them. Well, who was to say the Beauvilles
wouldn't be open to experimentation? She decided to sleep on it, and
extinguished the lights.
"Ohhh, YESSS!" Krys startled herself awake
with a yell, finding her
heart pounding and loins throbbing. When she shifted, she felt her
soaked
panties cling creamily to her. Krys recalled the dream to mind, and
wasn't
too surprised to find the Beauvilles there. While she cleaned up herself
and
the sheets, Krys made up her mind. She *needed* those foxes here!
Chapter 2
"Tad? Want to feel him kick?" Reya nudged her
drowzy mate, who nodded
and pressed his cheek to the vixen's gravid belly. A gentle shifting
under
Reya's flesh sent a tender smile creeping across Tad's muzzle.
"You're sure it's a him, dear?" He murred,
pulling his body over to
nestle close to Reya's side. She nodded, turning her head to lick the
todd's
muzzle.
"Yep, I just know. Are we working tomorrow?"
Her blue eyes almost
pleaded, as she nosed Tad. He grinned, and quickly shook his head.
"Nope. They're giving some cadets a little
field work, and didn't need
us around. And nobody's seen a mean dog in weeks." Reya chuckled softly
to
herself, stroking her belly. Not all that bulge was pregnancy...dogs
wriggled too nicely going down for the vixen to give up eating them.
"I wonder what happened to 'em all?" Tad sighed,
taking Reya's tail in
his paws and caressing its silky length. He really did sound mystified,
and
maybe a little worried. Reya sat up and hugged him, twitching her tail
out
of his grasp.
"I'm sure they're just scared of us dear,
and have learned to run when
they see us. Let's just tumble for a bit, hmm?" Tad nodded, letting
loose
with an excited little bark. 'Tumbling' was Reya's pet term for the
couple's
favorite activity. Out went the lights, and off came the p.j.'s.
"You! You wretched demons! Return to the pit
you were spawned from!"
"Yeah! Pagan monsters, we won't have you living
here!"
"They'll corrupt us all!" Angry voices roused
the couple from pleasant
dreams. Tad went to the window and looked out. Reya hurried to join
him when
she heard his horrified gasp.
"It's my old pastor! And he's leading a bunch
of the neighborhood
folks...they've got weapons." Indeed, the mob was armed with everything
from
steel rakes to .45's. Reya was on the phone and dialing the department
when
the first rock flew through the window. Glass showered Tad, as he crouched
and loaded his revolver. The shouts built as the crowd grew excited,
still
under the "holy man's" control. Gasoline fumes reached the foxes' noses
as
they waited, terrified, for aid to come. The first hungry flames were
licking at the house by the time the first police cruiser arrived.
The mob
scattered, darting into alleys and apartment buildings. Reya and Tad
had
little difficulty leaping from the second story window to the lawn
below.
"What about the McKnights?" Reya cried, pointing
back at the house.
Their downstairs neighbors, a small family of four, were nowhere in
sight.
Tad hurtled through the front foor, and emerged moments later leading
the
confused and shaking family. One, the youngest daughter, was unconscious
in
her father's arms.
"Where are the BASTARDS that did this!?" Mr.
McKnight sobbed, while Tad
checked the girl's vital signs. One of the officers emerged from the
car,
where he'd been calling for backup.
"Paramedics will be here in three minutes.
Is she breathing?" Tad
nodded after a moment, pushing a lock of hair off the McKnight girl's
soot-blackened face.
"Not well, but she can hold out. Gee, this
neighborhood has really gone
downhill." Soon the front lawn was a mass of paramedics, cops, detectives
and gawkers. Not wanting to create a media circus, the cops got the
McKnights and Beauvilles under cover ASAP. For the second time in their
lives together, the Beauvilles slept in a police station victim's apartment.
This time, however, they shared it with the McKnights.
"I'm sorry Mr. M, it's all because of Reya
and me. We'll stay away from
now on, just to make sure you people aren't hurt." Tad told Roberts,
his
voice heavy and thick. Roberts made a rude noise.
"Hell you will. I'm going to personally disembowel
anyone I find that
doesn't approve and admire you two. You're good people! *People* dammit,
not
monsters or demons! You'll be on the top floor of our house, just like
before. Soon as we have a house again." He chuckled, and ran his fingers
through Tad's headfur. The todd smiled uncertainly, and clasped the
man's
shoulder.
"I know how you feel sir and I thank you,
but it's too risky. We can't
endanger your family. Thanks for sticking up for us though." Robert
looked
about ready to say more, but his wife silenced him with a look. She
understood, and the matter was settled. No one got much sleep that
night,
thinking about what had happened. But as it turned out, the McKnights
need
not have worried about where the Beauvilles would live...
Chapter 3
"What do you mean they're not available? I
need to see 'em!" Krys
tick-tacked her claws on the front desk at the police station, impatience
gleaming in her eyes. The officer at the desk looked a bit pale.
"I'm, I'm sorry Miss, but only family are
allowed to see them.
Recovering and all that. You're...not family, are you?" Krys sighed,
and
read the man's nametag.
"Well Officer Windsor, I don't exactly look
like an overdeveloped
monkey do I? OF COURSE I'm family!" By now Windsor couldn't bring himself
to
look in Krys' eyes, and found his gaze resting on her t-shirt and the
proud
mounds standing out beneath it.
"Um, yeah, yes Miss. Follow me." He stumbled
to his feet, and
practically fled down the hall. Krys sighed, shaking her head, and
followed
at brisk walk. Windsor knocked, then held open the door to the victim's
apartment.
"They're in here Miss." Krys nodded curtly,
and the man vanished
instantly. A collective gasp went around the room as Krys stepped into
the
room. The McKnights were wide-eyed at the sight of another fox-person,
almost as wide-eyed as the Beauvilles. The vixen gave the assembly
her most
winning smile, and dipped her body in a graceful bow.
"Hi everyone. I'm Krys." Tad patted Reya's
hand and rose off the couch,
extending a paw.
"Nice to meet you Krys, I'm--"
"Tad. I know. I came a long way to see you
and your wife. What's
happened by the way? I checked your house first, but all I found at
the
address was a...oh. Neighbors not all that friendly huh?" Tad made
a quiet
noise of agreement, as Krys' strong slim fingers clasped his.
"You could say that. Where are you from?"
It was a valid question, as
far as the fox folk in the room were concerned. Tad and Reya had been
a very
special case, where else would someone like them come from? Krys inquired
politely, and received the go ahead to settle down on the couch beside
Reya.
The couch was rather small, and the vixens found themselves quite cozy
indeed.
"Good question. I hail from California. All
sorts of strange things
come out of there, including people like me and you. Not just foxes,
but
animals of all types that walk on two legs, talk, and everything else
humans
do." Tad gaped, looking inordinately silly. Krys giggled at him and
continued. "I saw a story about you two in a newspaper, and decided
to come
visit. I thought maybe you might be interested in seeing my place of
residence. Especially since this area doesn't seem to be all that
amiable..." Reya reached up tenatively, running her hand over Krys'
head and
down her back. Krys shivered appreciatively, and Reya snatched back
her
hand.
"Sorry Krys, just checking. Thought maybe
you were some kind of
costumed nut for a second..." Reya blushed, the insides of her ears
coloring. Tad drew close and took his mate's paw.
"I think we'd like to see this place. I'll
clear it with the Chief
first, then we'll pack a bag or two." Krys nodded happily, and beamed
at the
Beauvilles.
"You, you're going away Tad? Reya?" Jerry,
the thirteen-year-old
McKnight boy quavered, on the verge of tears. Reya pushed off the couch
heavily, then knelt before the boy.
"Not for good probably, Jer. Just to see what
this place is like. If we
do decide to stay, we'll come back first and say goodbye properly."
She laid
a soft paw on the boy's cheek, and smiled. Jerry nodded, and reached
up to
scritch behind the vixen's ears. She murrrrred, closing her eyes in
bliss.
Jerry giggled.
"Well, maybe we can visit each other too."
He said quietly. Things
moved quickly after that, bags were packed and leave time was secured.
Soon
Tad and Reya were standing outside the station with Krys, waving goodbye
to
the McKnights.
"See you soon folks." Tad promised, as Krys
began leading them down the
street. He turned and hurried to catch up with the vixens, who were
chatting
and laughing quietly.
"How're we going to reach California Krys?
We don't have much money..."
He asked, puzzled. There was really nothing within walking distance
of the
police station, airport or otherwise.
"I arrived right over there, we'll go back
the same way." Krys said,
indicating a shop across the street. A gleaming glass door stood there,
the
front of a computer store. Tad and Reya glanced skeptically at each
other.
"But...that's a shop. Don't we need a plane
or something?" Reya
exclaimed, shaking her head in confusion as they drew near to the doors.
"We can use an ID portal to get there too.
ID stands for
inter-dimensional. This was an ideal place for such a structure..."
Krys
explained as she opened up the shop's doors. The Beauvilles just shrugged.
"Well, whatever and wherever it is, if your
home is as you described
it, we don't care if we have to jump in a clothesdryer to reach it."
Krys
laughed, and opened the doors.
"This won't take too long, the portal field
is already in place." She
pulled a little black box out of her jeans pocket and pointed it back
at the
double doors they'd just come through. Krys depressed a button on the
box.
Light exploded out across the panes of glass, taking on a myriad of
shapes
and colors. Tad and Reya shielded their eyes as the light flowed together
into a whirling vortex of energy.
"Cool! Just like Stargate!" Krys and Reya
glanced at Tad, and shook
their heads at each other. Whatever. Krys went through first, stepping
over
the lip of the swirling chasm of energy. Tad followed, Reya's hand
in his.
There was no sensation of falling or dizziness, like the couple had
expected. Tad continued walking, looking from side to side. They seemed
to
be walking down a hallway of plasma...the ground was solid enough though.
A
shadow momentarily darkened the 'hall,' making Reya jump and scream
a
little.
"What was that?!" She muttered, tail swishing
agitatedly. Krys
shrugged, looking a little worried.
"Not sure. It could've been another passenger,
but it seemed a little
big for that. Not to mention fast. Well, we're okay, so let's keep
going."
The three foxes speeded up after that, and soon found the light-corridor
fading into normal surroundings. They stood in an apartment from the
looks
of things, or perhaps just the living room of a house. A few pieces
of
overstuffed furniture stood about, as well as a television and a coffee
table. Krys padded over to an armchair and flopped down into it.
"Welcome to my humble home. Make yourselves
comfy, and we can get to
know each other better." Reya and Tad started towards the couch when
a loud
crash sounded from the bedroom. Tad leaned back to see down the hallway,
and
cried out!
"Everyone get behind something, there's
a monster in here!" Tad
yelled, scrambling further into the room. A low rumbling voice echoed
down
the hall from the bedroom.
"I'm no monster! Gee, what nerve. I just happen
to be a bit lost." Tad
crept to the lip of the hallway again, and peeked around the corner.
A
gigantic black cat crouched in the bedroom doorway, his large gold
eyes
gleaming in the dim light. It was a panther...sort of. Slowly, the
creature
padded down the hall toward Tad. The fox backed up into the living
room as
the panther entered.
"Sorry about your dresser, miss. My landing
was a bit rough. I think
what happened is my ID corridor meshed with yours...I was supposed
to be
directed to Immigration." Reya turned to look at Krys with wide eyes.
"Immigration?" Krys nodded, and beckoned the
panther to come on in.
"California seems to attract the strangest
things from all over the
universe. Viewed from other dimensions, it's kind of like a funnel.
ID
corridors, subspace travelers, wormholes, many of these just empty
into the
state. Immigration has been expanded to deal with all the, um, visitors.
Well Mr. kitty sir, I'm Krys, and these two are Tad and Reya." Mr.
Kitty
nodded, smiling and bowing a little in their direction. He certainly
seemed
friendly...
"Hi foxes. I'm Anima. Does the name mean anything
to you?" Krys shook
her head, while Tad and Reya just continued to stare at the cat. "Well,
a
human philosopher named Jung took the stance that all people have a
divided
psyche. Women have a 'male-force' living in their minds, called the
Animus.
Men have a 'female-force' called the Anima. I like to think of myself
like
that...though thinking too hard about it makes me dizzy. I had to stop
reading the book I'd found about it when my eyes started, ahh! There
it goes
again." Anima shook his head to uncross his big golden eyes.
Reya giggled
in spite of herself, and Krys was grinning. "Anyways, nice to meet
you
three. Are you visitors as well?" Krys stepped a little closer to the
formidable looking feline.
"These two are, I'm their guide. If you like,
you can accompany us and
learn the lay of the land." Anima nodded as she spoke, and sat back
on his
haunches. His head stood a good four feet above those of the vulpines
in
this position, nearly brushing the ceiling. As most cats do in times
of
indecision, he washed his paws. After a moment, he looked back up.
"I'd like that. Where to first?"
The four furs hit the town, walking so as to
let Anima keep up. A small
strip mall was within walking distance, and Krys led them to an A&W
for
lunch. Reya and Tad both paid their way as well as Anima's, he having
no
money.
"We don't use money where I come from, we
just do each other favors."
The big cat smiled a little when he said 'favors,' making the other
three
wonder. The place was crowded and warm, forcing the group outside onto
a
grassy hillock. Anima stretched out, then invited the foxes to lean
against
him. Tad was shocked at the creature's forwardness...but he seemed
to have
good intentions.
"Nice and soft, not to mention warm..." Anima
wheedled. Eventually, and
cautiously, Reya, Tad, and Krys sat down with their backs resting on
the
panther's flank. Chatting and sipping rootbeer, the four became fast
friends. Anima, it turned out, was a little more than he seemed. An
energy
being of sorts, the shape they saw was only what he chose to be at
the
moment. To prove his point, Anima swiftly morphed into a fox the size
of his
panther-form, and back again. Reya whistled through her front teeth.
"Nice trick! Can you influence others too?"
Anima nodded, though
hesitantly.
"I have to know the person quite...intimately
to influence them. And I
don't have purrfect control over what happens to those I, um, 'experiment'
on." Tad suddenly chuckled, looking at Krys. The vixen had a lovely
mustache
of rootbeer foam on her muzzle. Reya whispered something to Tad, which
broadened his grin. Before Krys could ask what was going on, the todd
leaned
over and licked the foam right off her lips! Krys shrieked, then broke
down
giggling. She grabbed Tad and snuggled close into him, joined eagerly
from
the other side by Reya. Anima's soft flank made a wonderful counterpoint
to
their activity, a warm resilient surface to work against. The huge
cat
purrrrred loudly, smiling at the trio of foxes. But their play seemed
to be
getting a little...sensual. Reya felt it first, a warm pressure against
her
left foot that jerked away the moment she touched it. The vixen looked
back
over her shoulder and gasped. It seems their play had had a significant
influence on Anima; His cock lay fully erect on the grass, a glistening
black pole almost three feet long and four inches thick. A powerful
musk
exuded from the private flesh, like a beckoning finger to the vixen's
nostrils... Tad and Krys looked too, curious as to what had so riveted
Reya's attention.
"Um, I'm sorry. I should be going, to immigration.
Nice to meet-
*YOWL*" Anima's embarrassed goodbyes were cut short as Reya carefully
scooped Anima's member into her arms, and hugged it tightly against
her soft
chest. Krys cleared her throat, still wrapped partially around Tad.
"People around here are generally pretty laid
back, but it might be
best to continue this at home..." The others agreed. Reluctantly. The
trip
home was taken at a quick pace. Three foxes and a panther bounded through
the door of Krys' apartment and into the bedroom, those who had clothes
slipping them off as they went. Soon Anima was on his back in the bed,
Reya
straddling his lowerbelly above the massive cock. Tad and Krys were
teasing
each other, the vixen in Tad's lap as he sat in an armchair.
"Are you okay with this, Reya? You don't mind
sharing Tad?" Krys
suddenly turned and asked, her tail swishing frantically. Already her
scent
was wafting around the room, driving the others' excitement to new
levels.
Reya grinned toothily and shook her head at the other fox-femme.
"I'm his first love, and since I'm just about
to take on another male,
I'll have to let Tad get involved with another vixen. Besides, I KNOW
how
vixens get..." The two traded knowing grins, then turned back to their
chosen mates. Anima mewled quietly, almost a plea, his member jutting
straight up into the air. The vixen watched in awe as the cock jerked
in
time with the big cat's pulse, a major vein bulging. Thick precum ran
down
the dark flesh, pooling on his lush fur. Reya ran a finger through
the
sodden pelt and tasted the resulting goo. She shivered with approval,
and
set about lapping up as much as she could off the pulsing panther penis.
"Enjoying yourself kitty?" She asked between
licks. Anima paddled his
paws in the air as that raspy fox tongue ran over his sex, and his
pre ran
thicker than ever.
"M, more than you could
ev, *ooooooh* ever know!" He growled, muscle spasms
testifying to the strain Reya was putting on the big cat's nerves.
Meanwhile, Tad and Krys had moved to the floor and were in a 69 position,
yiffing and barking their joy and delight as they shared each other's
bodies. Reya paused a moment to straighten up and take a breath of
fresh
air. The musk of the huge male beneath her was intoxicating...her senses
were getting fogged.
"Ohhh, it's too bad I can't take you inside
me kitty..." She moaned,
wrapping the big cock in her arms again. "But with my cub..." Anima
nodded,
he was all too aware of the vixen's gravid state, as her life-swollen
belly
rubbed firmly against the base of his cock. Reya let him thrust agaist
her
silky chest, while she worked a hand under one slick thigh to her crotch,
slipping in a couple of fingers with ease. Soon the vixen was coated
thickly
with pre as well as her own cream, and panting with her partner as
climax
approached. On the floor, Tad and Krys had moved from 69 to missionary,
well
on their way to a second orgasm. Tad's firm pink member flashed in
and out
of Krys' soft pussy, lubricant dribbling out of the vixen with every
thrust.
Krys played with her nipples, thrashing her head from side to side
and
moaning with increasing volume. Reya was watching them out of the corner
of
her eye and missed the great jerk that wracked Anima's soft ball-sac...
An
almost inaudible gurgle brought her eyes back to Anima's rod, just
in time
for her to see the slit in the end of the enormous piece of meat wink
at
her. The next second, she was blasted in the face with a geyser of
panther-cum! The musky cream filled her mouth, ran down her chin between
her
breasts, and dripped down her back. It was everywhere, and it tasted
sooo
gooood! Not like Tad's, it was almost like a wine. It had an acidic
bite
that was nearly citrus... Reya lounged in the sperm bath, letting it
soak
into her fur, while her paws stroked and squeezed Anima for any cream
he
might have left. Anima sighed with great relief, and began to purrrrr
his
satiation. Reya smiled at her condition, soaked to the skin (literally,)
with the seed of her lover. It was still warm though, the only shivers
she
experienced were those of orgasm as she finished mastrubating to a
climax.
Pleasure washed through her body, rippling through every single organ
and
sending her mind afloat on a sea of fleshly pleasure... Her fingers
faltered
and twitched inside her, pressed on from all sides by the spasming
walls of
her warm cunnie. Reya threw back her head and barked softly, shuddering
as
the pleasure coursed through her system... That's when she felt the
stirring
inside her. Oh, great. Could, there be, a WORSE time?!
"Um, Tad!? It's time...the cub's coming!"
She cried! But Tad was in no
state at all to do anything, lying on the floor with a foolish grin
on his
face. Krys wasn't much better off, panting and moaning quietly to herself,
still impaled on her new lover's member. Anima was the only one who
looked
sane anymore...and when Tad didn't move to help, he reached down and
tugged
Reya up onto his upper chest. He had to smile, seeing the sticky trail
of
white she left behind on his ebon fur.
"I've never done this before, but I've seen
it done once or twice.
Um...you're dilated pretty wide, my dear vixen! In fact, WOAH!" This
last
exclamation coincided with an intense contraction, the vixen's birth
canal
rippling and spurting the womb's contents onto Anima's soft chest.
An
adorable plushie fox lay there, soaked with fluids and murrring softly.
Anima looked into its big, bright eyes and melted.
"Awwww, he's adorable! Is it a he? Let me
check...oh. My. Congrats
Reya, it's a, *ahem*, a hermamphrodite." Reya shook her head to clear
it,
and muzzily looked at her cub. She wasn't in any pain at all...though
she
found her body felt empty without a moving creature inside it. Maybe
she
could remedy that later...either with Tad, or a certain open minded
vixen
she'd met recently... Shaking her head again, her thoughts returned
to her
child.
"Herm? You mean..." Anima nodded, flipping
the cub onto hir back.
Nestled there between the cub's legs, clear as a non-LA day, were a
soft
sheath and a plump little vulva. Reya gasped, then reached out to touch
her
offspring with a soot-colored paw.
"Well, shi's beautiful...Tad! Wipe that grin
off your face and come see
your...um, daughter-son." Soon the three foxes had the cub surrounded,
and
were cooing and playing with hir. Anima, having been relieved of the
cub,
smiled from a few feet away, unintentionally excluded from the celebration
of new life. But that didn't last long. The cub shook hir soft little
head
firmly, and sat up on hir own, stubby legs, wobbling a little. Shi
looked
right at Anima, then made a flying leap for him. The panther shifted
to
anthro quick as thought, and neatly caught the cub. It gurgled happily,
gaze
fixed unwaveringly on the panther, and spoke.
"Mine." Everyone's eyes bugged out, as the
four-minute-old cub spoke!
Then things began to get weird. The cub murrred, rubbing up against
the
panther's chest. Anima raised a hand to stroke it, and was caught by
the
fox's soft jaws. He smiled as a tiny little tongue rasped at his fur.
The
smile faded when a powerful swallow took Anima's hand inside the cub
up to
the wrist! Anima yelped, and grabbed his wrist in an effort to pull
himself
out. Had the cub meant 'my dad' or 'my first meal?' The panther tugged
at
his caught limb, but another quick gulp took in that hand as well!
Inch by
inch, the gigantic panther was being engulfed by this tiny fox plushie!
Anima marveled at the feel of the insides of the cub, which seemed
a
combination of plushie and organic. The inner surface was something
like
satin, but slick. It pulsed slowly, and seemed to have flesh and muscles
beneath it. Powerful muscles! The rippling squeezes were testament
enough to
that. Inexorably, the panther's arms vanished, bringing his face flush
with
the cubs. Shi slurped him cheerfully with hir little satin tongue,
than
resumed the feast. The three vulpines stared in shock, as the cub's
lips
slid up over Anima's face. Muffled cries for help pierced the soft
fabric of
the cub, as the kitty sank deeper. As the absorption continued, the
feline's
cries grew fainter and fainter... The cub continued swallowing, and
stretched easily to accomodate its meal. More than anything, it looked
like
Anima had gotten stuck while putting on a too-small fox-fur sweater!
His
shoulders slipped from sight, then his chest, before the process slowed
down
a little.
"We've got to help him!" Krys yelled, starting
toward the bed. Tad held
her back, eyes wide in horror and disbelief.
"What's the point? If it could take on a multi-ton
panther and win,
what chance do we have? We'd just end up lunch too!" So the trio standing
by
could do nothing but watch as the cub finished Anima off. Hir lips
glided
easily past his waist, then up his legs as the plushie gulped in series.
Gulp, swallow, stuff, only Anima's tail lashed outside the cub's voracious
maw.
*GULP*. *Streeeeeetch* *GURRRRRRGLE*
Anima was gone. The cub, stretched as shi was,
looked exactly like a
toddler's sleeper over the bulk of the great cat, those fuzzy ones
with the
feet. Anima jerked once or twice within the cub, then was still.
"Um, Anima? Are you okay? Bad foxie! Don't
eat anyone else unless we
tell you to!" Reya scolded, quickly stepping over to the cub. She ran
her
hands over the grotesque bulge of fox-tummy.
"I'm fine Reya." The vixen turned and yiped!
to see Anima behind her,
just as big, black and alive as ever. "Shush! Don't look so surprised.
I'm
energy, remember? There's enough of me to go around...for a little
while at
least." The cub belched loudly, stomach still gurgling happily away.
The
cub's eyes tracked back to Anima.
"Mine. Mate." It growled possessively. Reya
shook her head in
confusion.
"I don't think that Dr. Spock's book said
anything about this, dear."
Tad stared at his child, tail swishing nervously.
"What happens when he gets past the oral stage?
Into the an-" Krys
clamped her hand over Tad's muzzle.
"Shut up! You'll give hir ideas."
"Taste good." The cub licked its chops, and
winked at the four furs.
The next week was interesting if nothing else.
Anima tried to keep the
cub from wolfing him down, (Succeeding nearly half the time,) while
the
three foxes played with each other. Shi was always hungry, whatever
meal shi
ate vanished overnight. Where the mass went to, no one could figure
out...
Eventually though, the panther ran out of tricks to elude the cub and
submitted to the two-foot long plushie. It made for an odd scene.
"All right! I give up. Do what you want with
me." Anima sighed,
collapsing on the bed, his muzzle pointing at the cub. Shi giggled,
turned
around, and planted her plush little tush directly over Anima's muzzle.
It
settled with a quiet squelch over the tip of the great cat's muzzle,
and was
soon met with his broad tongue. Did shi want to be pleasured? No one
could
really claim to be surprised when the giant cat's nose was sucked in,
slowly
vanishing through cubbie's vulva. Anima moaned and twitched from time
to
time, but it was a token effort at best. Like a sock being drawn over
a
foot, the panther was slowly engulfed in a soft, honeyed canal. The
audience
of vulpines watched as over the course of an hour, Reya's child's pussy
sloppily devoured their feline friend. Shi groaned and ooohed as hir
little
tummy got bigger and bigger, hir soft womb filling with hir chosen
partner.
Through hir soft fur, the spectators coulde clearly see the outline
of Anima
as he was fed up into the cub's womb. Gradually, he was forced into
a fetal
position to conserve space. It was such a tight fit, Krys imagined
she could
feel Anima's chest rise and fall if she touched the cub's distended
abdomen.
When only Anima's slinky tail protruded from the plump lips of the
cub's
sex, shi rubbed hir grossly stretched belly and grinned.
"Ahhhhh...nine months. Then mate be fox."
Shi giggled with delight. The
three started moving closer then, but stopped cold once more when the
cub's
sex noisily slurped down the dangling panther-tail as well. The thick,
swollen labia admitted a trickle of nectar and what looked suspiciously
like
panther-cum for awhile before, presumably, the womb closed up shop
for nine
months. Krys shook her head, and wrapped her arms around what she could
of
the plushie-cub's distended belly.
"Well, you'll have to share him as mate dear,
or take me in there as
well. Reya's already got Tad, I'm not gonna let you take Anima too!"
The cub
appeared to think for a while, then nodded.
"Kay. We share. But only I get to eat him."
Krys nodded, she could deal
with that. Reya shrugged, and cuddled up to the little monster.
"Well, are you going to behave now?" Shi nodded,
and joyfully licked
hir mom on the nose. Reya shrank back for a second in fear, then giggled
at
the feel of the smooth little tongue. "Then we must give you a name!
What
about...Vora?" Tad stepped in, shaking his head.
"We decided on Windsor, remember dear?" Reya
oohhed, and nodded.
"I'd forgotten. How's Windsor sound, cubbie?"
The plushie nodded
happily, then proceeded to nuzzle Reya's soft chest. Murrring in delight,
mother began nursing cub. Reya was forced to lie down in order to position
her nipples, as Windsor couldn't very well move under the mass of panther
sitting inside hir. Tad settled down with the group of vulpines, nuzzling
each affectionately in turn.
"Well, given what happened to me and you dear, what
do you think
Windsor'll turn out like?" He murred, briskly rubbing the bulge inside
his
son-daughter. Reya shrugged, still smiling down at Windsor as shi nursed.
"I think it goes without saying shi'll be
black. As for Anima...well,
he'll probably be the same 'ol shape-shifter. Just a little thinner."
Krys
nodded and snickered, cupping her nubile frame against the womb-sheathed
Anima.
"Well you two, I've got nine months before
I've got my mate back again.
Think you can stay and play with me awhile longer?" Reya glanced at
Tad, who
merely grinned like an idiot.
"Yeah, I think we like it here...is there
much of a need for cops here
in California?" Krys stared at Reya in disbelief, then burst out laughing.
"Remind me to let you two watch the news tonight."
To Be Continued
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