title: Go Away From The Big Ones aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [Anorack] id: [49551191] date: 星期四, 十一月 10日 2022, 12:40:07 凌晨 modified: 星期四, 十一月 10日 2022, 12:43:36 凌晨

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Go Away From The Big Ones

Author: Anorack Source: Go Away From The Big Ones

Two feral foxes were walking in the middle of the woods, talking about rain and shine, their individual adventures, their current lives and funny anecdotes that they were particularly fond of and that made them a little nostalgic. Their fine fur waved in the light breeze of nature, which they inspired with finesse and delight. These two had been friends for some time. They had met by chance while hunting the same small rabbit. Then they fought and finally made up by eating it together. At that moment, they got to know each other and their long chat did not end until dawn.

Today, with their bellies full, they thought of nothing but themselves. They were walking under the midday sun. Until one of them, the female, suddenly heard something cracking around. It sounded like someone had mistakenly stepped on some dry twigs. Were they being spied on ? Very quickly, she diffused, on the defensive, her idea to her congener, who approved it with difficulty. The latter, whose hair was red, had heard nothing but the soft murmur of the herbs. Strangely, he also noticed that the birds were no longer singing. Nevertheless, this did not worry him more, except for the alarmist attitude of his companion. Had she gone mad ?

“I think we should go back,” announced the fearful one after taking a few more steps.

“There’s no need to be anxious, I don’t see how we should stop our hike and turn back,” the other insisted calmly.

“Believe me, I have a bad feeling about this. If you want to go on, go on. But I’m going home !”

“Oh, come on, don’t be a sissy. It’s not the first time you’ve heard something crack !”

The one who had uttered the last sentence, the more adventurous of the two, was convinced that there was no reason to worry, and he intended to stick to this stubborn position. Afterwards, he saw the triangular ears of the worried one bend and fall softly along his head. For a moment, he wondered if he had spoken outrageous or hurtful words. Then he apologized sincerely and with all possible gentleness, but the face of his fellow traveler persisted in deteriorating into a face frozen by horror. What was wrong with him ? He almost repeated that he should not be continually pessimistic, when he turned around.

Suddenly, he was taken by an infinite fear. The stress tightened his insides and his body. A little further ahead of them, in a place where no ray of sunlight pierced the foliage of the trees, in complete darkness, stood a giant black silhouette. This strange quadrupedal thing did not move. Its intensely scarlet eyes, framing a broad muzzle topped by a probable nose of a size he had never seen before, glowed in this darkness. The huge tail of this noisily panting beast swung the air with phenomenal power.

It was a wolf, but so large that its head, which extended far beyond the leaves of the trees, had stooped to observe the fox duo. His oversized eyes gazed at them with that haughty excess of superiority, perhaps to imagine the taste of their tender flesh. His silent look injected of a controlled ferocity, for the moment at least, deliberately amused to cross theirs, only to appreciate their first shivers. Yes, that filled him of an instinctive excitation that he adored. Yes, he loved this delicate temptation that took the form of sexual tension. Yes, he would start the hunt and decide when to end it. All he had to do was walk in their direction.

No sooner had one of his paws lifted off the ground than the two foxes began to run as fast as they could in the opposite direction. They were not howling in terror ; they were thinking only of their survival, and therefore had no time to shout to warn others of the danger. They were running on the ground, on the stones, on the moss, on the dead mice. They didn’t dare to turn around ; they just kept running, again and again, because they believed that running was the only way to escape an alert of this magnitude. However, although they were galloping at a speed that seemed exceptional, boosted by adrenaline and the absolute desire to live, they perceived the sound of muffled footsteps, so slow, vibrating the inside of the ground with their weight, getting closer to them. But they did not lose hope.

Both of them fortunately noticed an abandoned burrow nearby, and an identical thought led them to rush into it. They now convinced themselves that their lives depended not on the physical energy they had stored in their legs, but on their mental and psychological energy. Their hearts were beating out of control, their blood was rushing to their brains to think of several solutions at once, while the huge wolf was not trying to do anything but walk around. Had he figured out their scheme and was he letting them continue their frantic run for fun, or was he naively trapped? Did he want difficulty because ease bored him? What would he do with them if he caught them? None of these questions flashed through the vortex of their minds.

The foxes, exhausted, chose to burn their last strength in a few seconds and throw themselves into the hole. Suddenly, the reddest one tripped over a single oak root that was passing by, and it made a sunny day. He collapsed derisively on a carpet of greenery, eating a pile of humus. His responsive partner stopped short a few yards later and tried to rush to his aid, but it was already too late. The wolf had positioned himself behind. The one who was struggling to get up from his fall, understanding spontaneously that he would surely die, implored his sidekick with a howl to throw himself into the den before him. He hesitated for a moment, considering this act as a betrayal. But he complied as soon as he saw the gigantic canine licking its lips, drooling without politeness on its tiny prey and growling with impatience.

The survivor whispered to himself, "Oh shit, oh fucking shit." As she crawled through the short deserted den. She was annoyed to hit rock bottom while she could still see some daylight. What bad luck! It was a hard dead end that she couldn't dig any deeper because of a rocky wall. So she tried to make herself small and literally stick to the wall, occupying as little space as her body volume would allow. Normally, she thought, she should not be caught at this distance of the exit, and this hole of misfortune being already too narrow for her to breathe without problem, she should not panic. Suddenly she heard a distressed scream from the surface. She recognized the tone of voice of her companion.

The colossal wolf's paw, its five fingers slowly spread, flew over her insignificant vulpine toy. It covered him with its vast shadow, then crashed without warning on the wolf. He wriggled vainly underneath, trying to push away those hairy toes with their soft and rough pads. They were compressing his body, deliberately stealing his personal space, jostling him, pushing him, twisting him back and forth, stomping him repeatedly like when he played with those stray cigarettes. Except that he was the cigarette. He was yelping at the top of his lungs to beg for help and beg this gigantic canine to let him go. He was panting under the scorching heat that was emanating from it, positivizing all the same on the fact that his companion was out of trouble.

The huge wolf, who was perfectly conscious through his wild look, was also panting, but from a completely different perspective. He felt his penis activate and swell in the middle of his crotch. Noticing that this mechanism was triggered, he smiled with a malicious air, knowing that he entered the most pleasant phase. He blew for a long time in order to manage his so fast excitement. However, the rise of this erotic fucking madness seemed imminent, he stopped slowing it down and accepted that it dictated his actions for a while. Yes, his eyes lit up more. Yes, the hairs on his back were standing up.

His gestures became firmer, and he pressed harder on the fox, who suffered the full force of this new notch. He listened deliciously to the muffled complaints for about thirty seconds, lowering and raising his head with the slowness of those who sniff the wind. At the same time, his cock reached its maximum length and, in order to appreciate even more this elaborate sensuality, he lay down on his stomach. Then, he nonchalantly grabbed the bushy tail of the little adventurer reduced to the humiliation of his own ladder with the two middle fingers of his second oversized paw, pulled it gently by sliding it under the first one —which was not an easy task since he struggled vigorously during the process—, and made it hang upside down above the ground. Now he was clearly staring at his prisoner.

The latter insisted that he be released. Despite his obvious inferiority, he still dared to oppose his fate. He naively ignored that the reactions in the kind entertained his enormous predator. In answer, this one laughed and sketched a broad smile, discovering all his rows of canines. Then he opened his jaws and slid his thick tongue through the space created. She scraped her gleaming teeth with her muscular back, then casually moved, as if drawn, towards the genitals of the moaning prey. She began by tickling the sex for a moment with her papillae, before moving down the body, taking care to soak the fine and silky hairs with a sticky saliva. The prey struggled, ears folded back in disgust and fear, the unimaginably opulent tongue massaging it with eccentric indifference. Foxes are so fearful when they discover they are weak.

The dark-furred wolf had closed his eyelids to perceive more powerful sensations. His cock had reached its climax, the surge of hormones intensified the sexual tension he was still managing as best he could while the pre-cum slightly covered his glans. He breathed deeply, so that the fox, which had finished to wriggle, prisoner of its own torpor, received in full face the hot, wet and musky breath of a big hungry male canine. Yes, he was ecstatic about the torture he was committing, but what he appreciated most was that it was being done to him by such a helpless and insignificant mammal. What was he going to do with him now to finalize his act? He needed a memorable ending.

"Don't be afraid, little thing," the titanic canine whispered. "It's going to be all right~"

He brought his red toy to his mouth, which he opened little by little until it was no longer possible. He voluntarily kept it in the air for about fifteen seconds above the bottomless pit that was his mouth cavity. He gave one last long look at his tiny game, which begged to be released while panting. "Do me a favor," he added in his usual low tone. "Just howl until you lose your voice" With that, he nonchalantly swung his snack directly into his wide, wide mouth with a light, massive paw. Then he firmly and impassively slammed his jaws with a taunting and teasing grimace.

He leaned on his hind legs to stand up, his legs shivering with exhalation. It was entertaining to chew his snack, taking it from one side of his mouth to the other, pushing it against those slimy gums. He savored it, sucked it from time to time to extract all its appetizing taste, and the legs of the snack roaring of despair protruded from his grey lips like a piece of spaghetti. Then, taking a posture of dominance, the inflated chest, the raised pride, the immense feral beast inclined the head. Finally, he swallowed long, letting out an exhale of intoxication, the muscles of his gullet embracing a terrorized wolf drowned in slime. An imperceptible bulge tumbled down his throat. Grulp...

"You fucking dog!" suddenly something shouted behind him. What was it? His rounded ears twitched. The words he heard did not have an exceptional range of sound. However, his highly developed sense of smell detected a nearby presence. What was it? He didn't need to make complex calculations, his instinct told him the second: it was a mammal of the same size as the previous one, and that trembling voice betrayed a lesser anxiety than the first one. At this point, he laughed quietly, glancing at his still prominent cock. Of course, he could play a little more.

"Little girl, weren't you ever taught never to approach your predators?” The giant wolf said while backing up imperturbably in the direction of his interlocutor, each of his steps being preserved in the ground in the form of prints with dimensions so exaggerated that one would have believed them false. "You shouldn't be wandering around in the middle of the forest by yourself, it's dangerous, you know?"

"You ate my best friend alive, you bastard!" The no doubt animal insulted. His rage, a rage sustained despite the scare, forced him to catch his breath. "Spit it out now, or you'll have to pay the price for your bullshit! I WON'T GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE!"

Thud. Thud. The colossal canine stopped backing away, satisfied with the distance that remained between him and the mysterious female. With luck, he would turn around and find a wonderful, defenseless she-wolf with whom he could —in his own way— copulate. That was all he could think about, as he did at the end of every month. He almost dreamed about it. So, in order to guarantee himself the least suspense, he turned his head cautiously... and was extremely disappointed to see a second fox. He consoled himself by considering using it to finish his monthly onanism. Anyway, this fox... uh... apparently this vixen, didn't seem horrified either, just a little confused. Also, she seemed to be contemplating her crotch and, curiously, she was blushing. Was she embarrassed or had she been charmed by the stoutness of his huge, dangling canine balls?

"Would you like to see them closer?" He questioned with a tinge of mischief. "The big dog won't hurt you if you answer him nicely."

"I-I..." stammered the vixen, as she had a clear view of those absolutely oversized testicles that were constantly contracting below that erect penis, which she couldn't see very well from where it was located, however.

"Don't be shy," he sneered. "I promise I'll be nice to you, little one." He gently wiggled his high hips over the stunned girl.

She looked passively at his refined gestures, intimidated by all this mass of flesh which wiggled with such an ease and a flexibility. She remained frozen on the spot, plunged in a very nebulous hesitation. Her erotic side ordered her to catch this pair of balls certainly more imposing than all the one she saw in her existence as soon as possible. Her intellectual side was based on facts and high probabilities of humiliation, both physical and psychological. She was undecided. To run away or...

She didn't have to think too long because the massive wolf scrotum waddled a bit, lowered itself masterfully over her as the broad bushy tail stretched, and without warning, fell. He flattened her against the ground with splendid force. That glorious sensation, the most vivid that is, that of crushing a being ridiculously smaller than oneself; that of feeling it scrape against his hairy balls while beating energetically with his paws to free himself; that which exploded as the seconds passed; that which pushed out the tongue and panted, to put himself in inflexible rut, even to moan at the same time as his toy; the one that made the pre-cum more and more abundant, getting ready to welcome a white detonation indicating paradise; the one to hear her whimper and whimper again underneath, not knowing nor wanting to understand if it meant unconditional love or mortal terror. Either way, what was the difference between the two?

"Go on, go on, keep screaming...," the radically heavy canine pronounced, his voice a bit quavering from the point reached by his ardor. Then, noting that the protests had dissipated, he raised his weighty ass, always with this monstrously naughty cackle which had not left him since the beginning of the afternoon. He controlled the state of his dear small female that he did not want to damage —for the moment, at least— of an inconsiderate eye. This one, whose face was covered with scattered black hairs and dust, coughed. She caught her breath, lying on the grassless ground, forgetting for a moment the impossibly large dog's buttocks swinging above her. Yes, for a moment, the light, although of low intensity, dazzled her. For a moment, a glimmer of hope was deflected... Was she out of it, alive?

Fortunately, it was of short duration. This time, it was not only the weight of the pair of balls, but of all the immense posterior, which rocked back and overturned heavily on her. She was still crushed, slowly, insensitively. She struggled again, yelped again while her cries mixing distress and passion were rigorously muffled. She tried again to escape, to drag herself while pestering to escape from this wonderful hell. She was still jostled here and there by a pressure that was growing or diminishing, trying in the last resort to push back the shiny dark fur with her paws, so, so tiny in comparison to the robust back legs of the hairy titan, which were solidly firmed and so, so excessively monumental. She could never move them, never sway them an inch. Not even with the maximum of her determination and will.

"Now," the imposing predator whispered. "Let's move on to the final stage, shall we?" As he finished this sentence, he sighed. Then, he advanced and recalled repeatedly his gigantic posterior, resting of all his weight on his fragile prey. This last, torn between the panic and the pleasure, did not manage any more to wiggle so much the mass of flesh nailed it on the ground. The heat which was released from the place asphyxiated her, and she breathed only by planting her snout in the thin hollow of the scrotum. Her legs moved with difficulty, rubbing the bulky skin of the beast. Why were they moving at all? Survival reflex.

"Yes, s-so good..." The wolf said. He hastily dipped his right paw to his crotch, grabbed the panting vixen, and rubbed his balls with her. He rubbed her actively, carnally, sensually, neither too quickly nor too lazily, pressing her, feeling her, violating her, strangling her with the middle of his giant, imperious hound paw sumptuously out of the ordinary. He felt her gesticulate pitifully in his welcoming hand, while she implored pathetically, with however a touch of character like an affront to his terror, that he stop continuing this irresponsible madness. Every time she bellowed, he interpreted it as a request for more animosity. And he was right. The more he tormented her, kneaded her slowly with his abusively substantial fingers, the more she demanded. This big boy was so aphrodisiac. She wouldn't last much longer...

After a few seconds, it was enough that an obscure hair, one among all those in which the vixen was drowned, brushed her vulva for her to instantly reach orgasm, a real electric shock of pleasure climbing up her spine and making her limbs shiver uncontrollably. Her tail wagged in ecstasy. She expired, by deliberately sinking her small head within the colossal hot cushions to be made embrace more. Her lower abdomen convulsed. She had been so patient that she savored this climax, which she knew was so quick. "D-Dirty dog," she said, paralyzed in adoration. “W-why is your underwear s-so f-fucking attractive..."

A white, viscous liquid, tumbling down the surfaces like a lava flow, dripped onto the vixen's head. It splashed on her nose. Narcissistically, she opened her mouth wide and drank the drops. The taste was unappetizing, but she liked it for some reason. At the same time, the huge canine balls clenched and the gigantic paw that palpated her with a perverse grip was taken by aggressive jerks. The hairy fingers clenched and unclenched, moving apart and closer. Then, the oversized predator growled loudly, his heartbeat speed at its peak, and he barked outright with pleasure. He let go of the vixen, who slid vertically, using the narrow space formed by the scrotum and the wide muscular thigh.

The wolf did not have the strength to stand up. Instead, he let himself be carried away by the earth's gravity and fell on his back in a big thud, making the surrounding ground vibrate. From his hard penis came out droplets of fragrant semen —though a quantity proportional to his size— which plopped, plopped, plopped. He contorted himself, rolling on the ground, barking, barking, barking, clawing at the ground to maintain himself. He was unaware, or pretended to be unaware, that the vulpine was underneath him at that moment. Like an insect, she was swept from side to side by a mountain of fur, muscle, flesh and bone. She was struck by a gargantuan pelvis, rolled over by an outstretched belly, relentless flanks. She dragged herself in the earth, overwhelmed by this massive body in full orgasm for which she felt an infallible concupiscence. But she wanted to flee it.

When at last she freed herself, after having been abused as never before; when at last she was able to oxygenate herself without difficulty, just recovering from the event; when at last she was going to laugh at what had happened, moving away from the black beast with every inch more, it suddenly seemed strange to her that she could not move her tail anymore. Strange, that was an exaggeration. She knew something was going to happen. It was too short, too easy. Something had to happen.

Indeed, something did happen. She was amazed to leave the ground stealthily, as if gravity had disappeared. She literally took off, her vision blurred by dizziness, her tail pulled up. She yelped, beside herself, not understanding her situation. She swivelled her tiny head and remained dumbfounded when she discovered that a paw, as monumental as her previous tormentors, had grabbed her like one would grab a baby mouse. But this one was not identical to her previous torturers. No, even the morphology, which she could distinguish very well in spite of her scale, was not the same. She seemed to be of cough color, shaded of this bright orange with black fingers whose wrist, like a glove, delimited its propagation. Just like her.

She did not immediately realize that they belonged to a male of the same species as her, but also of the same genus. A vulpine. She was noticeably intimidated, being the first time she saw one of his kind with such disproportionate dimensions. Look at those Herculean legs! Look at this incalculably large withers! And this neck so thick, and this belly so massive! And this hair so abundant and so sparkling! How could one pass by such a charming prince? But still, how could one prevent himself from not seducing him? She had failed with the other dog bastard, but she felt that this time was the good one. So she armed herself with her cutest and most bewitching look. He had no chance, that's for sure. No chance at all. He would never resist such a degree of sexiness.

The vulpine, as big as the wolf, whom she had lost sight of, did not react. His inexpressive look did not deign to give a sign in return. Had he not understood the message? It was however rather clear. She gave a quick glance downwards, that she regretted at once, then she fixed the giant amber eyes empty of emotion by accentuating her erotic manners. They blinked, reflexively, and seemed to pay no attention to her, who despaired. Why had he grabbed her if not to use her to stimulate architectural sensitive areas?

She shuddered as her new predator meticulously licked his lips. Then he moved her to the tip of his big black nose. The little prey was silent, not knowing if she should be embarrassed or rather disconcerted. This cold truffle landed on her, and sniffed greedily her hairs. She blushed, fidgeting a little, tickled by his deep aspirations. What did he want from her? Was this his way of starting a libertine moment? The huge boy's entire muzzle pressed against the eager female's entire body. His nasal exhalations were hot as well as sweet, and their power forced the naughty girl to fold her ears back.

"If I was bigger than you, I wouldn't hesitate to taste you," she said with a touch of mischief. You look cute as hell, big guy~"

Again, she was dismayed that he didn't respond. Was he even speaking his language or was he mute? The mutt was talkative. Fortunately, she saw a change in the eyes of her huge fellow man. Finally, he had put on her the same as she put on him. A fulgurating shiver ran through her —a shiver of thirst of images and perverse actions, as she liked them so much, obviously, hoping that the minors abstain from contemplating them— and she stretched her hands towards him. In her eyes shone that irresistible temptation that only an unfortunate unexpected event could destroy. The vulpine truffle, that dense and icy black rock that had sniffed him for a few minutes, withdrew. He had detected her pheromones, that's for sure.

The inexplicably oversized fox paw twitched affectionately in a way that shook his booty without too much roughness. This tiny fox intrigued him, but it wasn't the first one he'd seen. The others had all run away when they noticed him; this one almost idolized him, if it wasn't already the case. These insignificant things got damaged so quickly if you didn't take enough care of them... It was so easy to mistreat them; they defended themselves as if their life depended on it -and their life depended on it-, and he had heard that they could be used as slaves, for the most obedient ones. The rest, the rest who stubbornly and selfishly opposed all measures, rarely ended well. But there was no need to worry: they were very numerous, hidden under autumn leaves, behind rocks, roots, ...

His belly gurgled silently. The elegant male listened to his naive prey declare while shouting —for at his scale, a voice of basic intonation was transformed into a high-pitched inaudible gibberish—, that she was entirely sold to him, but that she would be pleased to retaliate at each of his approaches. She was endowed with quite a temper, despite the fact that she was helpless and he was willingly holding her over the void... She wanted overwhelming dominance, she would get overwhelming dominance.

"May your delicious desires be fulfilled, miss," he said very politely and aristocratically. This sentence, which contained an ostensible hypocrisy, provoked a fervent excitement to the one to whom it was intended. He planted his gaze gaining mischief every second on the little vixen, who blushed as usual when admiring. "Isn't it fascinating?" He added as she focused on his heavy, listless breathing, which didn't seem to quicken in rate despite the emotions. "Isn't it fascinating that you don't feel horror at seeing one of your kind filled with such power that he could play you to death?" She laughed quietly, then whispered with false weariness : "Be quiet, sir~"

He fell silent, a smile as prankish as his tiny female's forming on his face. So he laid her down wisely on the soft pads of his second black paw. She remained there, lying on her back, showing off the beauty of her form, indulging in the attention he was giving her. "I want to kiss you," she confided to him casually, abounding for this day all her modesty. Naturally, the fox, who had preserved the rules of propriety until then, got rid of her decency by imitation. He was free to impose all that he wanted to impose to her, to subject her completely. She was unquestionably consenting and that meant that he could persecute her as long as she demanded.

So the colossal vulpine advanced his thick muzzle towards her. He knew she suspected what would happen. It excited him. Very much so. His jaws opened above the girl who adored such a spectacle, and a fiery breath escaped vaguely. Then, the snout, that huge snout, hovered vertically for about ten seconds... before crashing down hard, precipitously on the insignificant prey, who gave a cry of surprise. His violent lips tackled her in whole, sucking her unwaveringly with an unleashing of a boundless animosity, while she moaned, saliva streaming in quantities in her mouth that she forced herself to swallow gullibly not to suffocate. A fantastic pressure was sucking her in the thin space of her beastly and massive lips, from where came again and again this drool which stuck to her hairs and which drowned her in a growing puddle. Then the red tongue joined the party, carnally embracing its victim while this one struggled with energy. It accompanied the phenomenal pressure, it slammed the vixen, which screamed at the top of its lungs, sank into the rough pads and got stuck in the middle of the velvety fur of the insatiable predator with its cries. At the culminating point, the tongue tried, in spite of its compact volume, to penetrate in the gullet of the small one that, this time, did not pretend to suffocate and a real fear agitated it, forcing it by instinct to squirm, trying by fast intervals to remove this indomitable mass of muscles. The little one, at the last moment, begged convulsing, her words transformed into pathetically muffled complaints, while the low "Mmm, Mmm..." of her torturer filled her ears. And she regurgitated, spit, vomited until the last second, this transparent viscous liquid that flooded her entrails, submerged in an infernal suction, the whole with a sublime vision on rows of interminable teeth that composed an infinite snide smile. She thought it would never end.

After a while, the big pulpy tongue took off and returned to its cave with the softness of big snakes. Following this logic, the lips put an end to their debauchery and, however recalcitrant, licked, kissed their slave one last time before being forced to detach themselves from it. They left this ridiculous vixen prostrate in the hand, expectorating the sticky liquor. She rubbed her eyes and then struggled back into a sitting position. She looked exhausted, breathing so fast that she seemed to be hyperventilating. Then she shook herself to get rid of the wet saliva that covered her, limiting the amplitude of her movements, but she did not succeed in discovering herself. Finally she smiled; that would seduce for sure the gargantuan canid. He was obviously waiting for an answer.

"Sir, learn to fuck females as it should be...," she said with a displeased tone that sounded false. She had enjoyed it. No, she had even loved what he had done to her. Seriously, it had been the best kiss, a real one, a hard one, the best she had ever experienced in her life. Now she wanted more, and she knew he knew it. He expected only subtle approval. Could she even refuse at this point?

"Lie down," she said suddenly without phrasing in sustained language. "Lie down now, big guy. It's my turn~"

Without questioning, he obeyed like a good dog. Closing his fingers on the vixen as best he could, he gently rolled over on the ground, like the wolf before him. Bram. The earth vibrated under this unbearable mountain of flesh, and the trace of his body would remain there for a few hours. Then he nonchalantly opened his mastodon paw, eager to know what his prey had in store for him, which he held suspended by the tail again simply because he liked to see it dangling and sweating because of his irremediable apprehension of the void. It was so distracting to watch him suppress his anxiety by regularly gesticulating his legs so as not to ask him to put her down, because she imagined he would not do it with finesse. And she was right.

"Let me stroke your fox balls..." she demanded, as if she hadn't already had enough for a day.

After this statement, the fox smiled a wide, dishonest smile. He revealed his perfect white teeth, worthy of a toothpaste advertisement, so sharp that he would cut her in half without worrying. The tiny vixen, guessing that this was an implicit message, tried to understand its meaning. What did it mean? Was it these words that had given him an idea? Was he preparing himself psychologically to a torrent of enjoyment which would animate him like never before? Was it the translation of an ulterior motive? Yes... Was he... Was he...

"You know, little one," he articulated without visible feelings, which detected a lack of esteem. "Didn't you say that, if you were bigger than me, you wouldn't hesitate to taste me because you thought I was cute as hell?" His look became more naughty than the female's nervous one. He carried her to his muzzle, giggling frankly. "You know I want you. So much. From the moment I saw you, I wanted you." Boiling over, he took a breath to cool off. "But, honestly, you're an eternal snack to me," he whispered as if talking only to himself. "A snack that I adore so much that I can't help but consider you an appetizer in charge of amplifying my deepest pleasures." There was a slight flutter, his stomach gurgling again, then he finished. "Your screams will only prolong this pleasure. However, as a reward for your devotion, you will at least get a gift."

She hadn't really incorporated his words. However, she inferred that they portended something very, very bad. The fox chuckled again, as if he couldn't stop himself, and with a rough, nimble gesture, he slammed the distraught fox against his white, fluffy, and extraordinarily consistent scrotum. It was his favorite moment; the one where she helped him, perhaps not voluntarily, to undress himself of the respect and the propriety; the one where he pressed her with a tyrannical virility against his testicles which contracted without interruption; the one where he felt her to twist, to bend under his will while he rubbed her against his crotch, at the level of his lower abdomen, in the zones, the most erogenous folds that he knew. How good it felt, listening to her moan in her feminine voice. So good. He kneaded her with his fingers to listen to her moan, still, of love and fear, while his feverish penis swelled.

After fifteen minutes, when he judged that he had enough of kneading and compressing her against his prominent balls, he brought his lovely female to the level of his snout. The huge canine gave a sarcastic smile —the last one she would ever see— which metamorphosed as the immensely imposing mouth widened, gaping. This time, the abyss that loomed below her was lined with red and pink, purple and black. The walls of this abyss seemed to move, as if alive, making spittle sounds. She hung, head down, above, afflicted with a discreet terror. What frightened her most was not getting long puffs of unbreathable humidity and heat in her face, but it was that dense darkness at the bottom. There was no light down here; her nyctalopia saved her, fortunately.

The vulpine tongue, that snake of papillae, laboriously worked its way towards her. In parallel, his elephantine back inflected itself to form a kind of spongy slide. She shuddered, thinking of what would happen to her. Then she let out inaudible pleas, wiggling between the giant fingers to escape this persecution, not thinking what would happen if they released her. She was miserable. Absolutely miserable. Like all prey, like all those he had captured so far, she dreamed of running away from him. But he didn't have the same relationship with her. He didn't love her as a snack on the way to satisfy his hunger, but as a real female with a conscience whose role was to satisfy his fantasies. With a fox of the same size, it would have been more difficult and it would have been necessary to negotiate if it did not please him; in this case, he did not need to hear her opinions on this subject, only those which interested him. But still. He had liked her because she had played the prostitute, hoping, perhaps, to be abused as little as possible. But still. He was convinced that she worshipped him inside, like a god and his most devoted slave. But still. Whether she accepted his fetishes or not, he would decide for her.

The female, smaller than a mouse, exclaimed "No, no, no! Please, please, please! I will do anything you want if you let me live! Please! I promise!" She noted that this had no effect. Now she was clutching the colossal fingers so hard it hurt. So far, they had held her with a fierce firmness. Now, however, she felt as if they were gradually, effectively loosening, as if they were preparing to let her down. Thinking about it, she trembled, weak, helpless, staring at the male's brilliant and beautifully detailed eyeballs. They gazed back at her, full of pride but also of understanding. Then, progressively, the eyelids fell down...

At the same moment, the male breath, more hasty, became more dynamic and accentuated its strength. Downstairs, it had become a sauna from which the air currents flew to dishevel the fox. She suffered constantly from these hot and humid currents weighing down. Nevertheless, it was nothing compared to the perverse tickling of the gigantic tongue which, having climbed up to her, flattened her in the wide interdigital spaces. Then, with a vicious softness, its end slipped as it could between the legs of the female, embarrassed, scraping the tiny vulva in the passage. Besides, there was no reaction from her, so much she was petrified.

"Do not try to fight, murmured the fox with his usual obscene intonation, it will not help." He chuckled. "Welcome to hell~."

No sooner had he finished saying these words than his fingers suddenly let go of the girl. She screamed, unable to express anything else, then fell against the rough and spongy material of the mouth muscle. The transition between unbearable temperature and frightful temperature was done violently, so that she had the sensation not to breathe any more. The saliva engulfed her instantly, her hairs became soaked with it, weighing down her body terribly, and her limbs literally stuck together as if she had been tied up. In spite of her paralysis, she screamed, again and again, until her voice failed her - or rather, until this foul slime, produced in a quantity she would never have imagined possible, seeped into her nostrils, her mouth, and that she had to constantly spit it out to avoid suffocating.

During the first seconds of her agony, the light had been present, admittedly in weak rays, but it had been present. She had not realized its existence and importance until the huge Vulpine jaws closed with a clatter and she disappeared from her surroundings. She had not seen anything any more, plunged in this opaque darkness to which her nyctalopic eyes had taken time to adapt. In any case, she did not want to see anything any more because she knew that the pain would be more abominable. Instinctively, she wriggled in this vast mouth even though she didn't feel like it anymore. She was tired, but the impulses inherent in her nature, which are triggered by the sight of a predator, ordered her to fight until she was sure she would survive.

From beginning to end, she was tumbled against the walls of the mucous membranes, rolled over by unthinkable masses of red flesh, smashed against the insensitive gums, the teeth as hard as quartz, the long canines, the upper and lower molars, the left and the right. Sometimes she was pressed against the palate, the ceiling of this world, whose ridges rubbed her body unpleasantly; other times, and these were probably the worst moments, her legs were sucked in by a sucking force, then wedged between the gargantuan vulpine lips, to finally be sucked like a lollipop in order to extract its taste, or simply to feel it fluttering.

It had been five or six minutes —at least, since he had started to estimate the duration— that the fox was chewing his delicious snack. He pushed her sometimes with one cheek, sometimes with the other, regularly lost her on the way, caught her again; he opened his mouth, closed her so that she regularly regained hope and, thus, never lost the exquisite conviction that she would come out. He couldn't get tired of those high-pitched, muffled yelps, which sounded to him like a call for more sadism on his part. So he kept burying her under his tongue, smearing her against his slimy gums, licking, licking again, while she yelped to signify her insignificance.

"Mmm...," grumbled the huge canine, "huff, huff... huff..."

Finally, he had to resolve to finish this show. He laughed with his deep voice, covering the groans of disgust that came from his mouth. Then, without delay, he tilted his head back a little, ears erect, listening one last time to the protests that had increased with his gesture. Finally, he brought back his saliva towards the back of his throat, the torrent dragging the female, who went down the whole slope having tried to cling to a surface in vain. What was the terror of the small one when, overcoming the oversized vulpine tonsils in a "Glurk", tapping all that was within reach of her paw to cling to it in last attempts of survival, panicked by a landscape that seemed unreal to her, when the viscous ground gave way under her? What was her fright, if one could still describe it with words, when a tiny crack turned into a chasm lined with undulating walls so deep that one could not see the bottom?

"No, no! Fuck, no!" The tongue folded back on itself and its back swelled like a tidal wave. The big wave rolled straight towards the stunned vixen before breaking heavily over her with all the power it had stored up. Sploosh. The girl, having lost her composure and her ability to think, didn't have time to squirm as she was pushed into the gaping hole. She screamed a long, inaudible "Shit! " as she was engulfed, the uncomfortable walls expanding at her touch, and she disappeared inside for good with a river of drool. The slit shrank again, waiting for the next food bowl.

Gulp. The big guy swallowed effortlessly. While licking his lips, he pointed with one of his black-gloved fingers to the tiny —even invisible— ball that was sliding down his esophagus, not even whimpering. Funny, he had loved to violate the healthy mind of a being smaller than himself. So small... He just had to find another one. He patted his stomach, sighing. He figured she would spend a short time in his stomach and probably wouldn't have time to enjoy it. Too bad. She should have tried to run away from him, instead of charming him. He was so huge in her eyes, she knew he would have only taken a bite out of her. She should have run away.