# Thinking Inside the Fox

By: TheDragonBoy

## Content

You knock on the Rava family door, your heart hammering -- you've finally gotten permission from your owner to graduate, and this home is your first stop: your childhood friend Vicky lives here, your mentor and family friend Mira, not to mention Mira’s hunky coyote husband Alistair… After a moment, Mira opens the door, with a coffee mug in one paw and her rounded belly already gurgling around a half-digested human.

The vixen’s eyes light up as she looks down at you, and she smiles. She says invitingly, "Oh, what a nice surprise! Good morning, Jamie, please come in…” You follow Mira inside, the middle-aged vixen’s tail slowly swishing back and forth. She sits down at the dining room table, inviting you to join her, and sips at her morning cup of coffee. “Well, someone seems excited! Want to let me in on the good news?”

You take a second to calm your breathing, there’s no reason to look over-eager… “H-Hey, Professor Rav-- I mean, Mira… Um, how are you?”

Mira laughs. “I’ve got a belly full of breakfast and a little time to unwind before work… What else could a vixen ask for?” She raises her eyebrows inquisitively. “But what brings you to our house this early in the morning? Class isn’t for another hour or two, and you’re a couple minutes too late to be Vicky’s Voredash delivery…” You look flustered as Mira licks her lips, and she laughs again gently. “And you’re a couple hours early to be my anniversary dinner tonight…”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, congratulations, I didn’t realize today was your anniversary! How long have you and Alistair been together, anyway? You two are honestly the cutest couple…”

Mira sighs dreamily, like a school-kit in love. “Oh, today’ll be twenty-five years! I remember the first time he knotted me like it was yesterday. He still feels exactly the same inside, even after so long…” This time you laugh, as the vixen reminisces. After a moment, though, Mira’s attention returns to you and her gaze makes you grow silent. “But enough about me, what brings you here, honey? I know you’ve got a big day tomorrow!”

You shift shyly in your seat. “Oh, well, Sarah said I had her permission to graduate, and…” Your eyes flick down to the vixen’s burbling stomach, almost jealously. “I was wondering if anyone in your family could drop me off at my graduation ceremony tomorrow morning?”

You see a spark of delight in the vixen, but it goes out just as quickly. Mira sighs regretfully. “I wish I’d known you were on the market, I would have saved room… My breakfast was tasty, and having food delivered is convenient and all, but I’ve had my eyes on you for years, honey. Not even a contest…" The vixen pats her belly affectionately, and takes another sip of her coffee, looking you up and down hungrily -- you blush as you hear coffee splash into the half-liquid human inside her stomach: a very wet, liquid sound, showing how far through the digestive process her breakfast is… “But I wouldn't dream of mixing you in with another human, Jamie. A family friend like you doesn’t deserve to be just part of a bowel movement, you shouldn’t have to share my colon with some anonymous Voredash driver…”

You blush and mumble your thanks, as Mira pauses to think. “I could go get Vicky for you, I’m sure you’d like that…” She stands up from her seat; her belly gives a wet sloosh as she moves. She’s right, you would like that. You’ve dreamed about Vicky’s maw for years, reliving the moments when you were both kids, and she’d make a game of pinning you down and licking your face, giving you a perfect view down her throat… Mira half-turns to walk away, but then stops. You can see the edge of a smile ghost across her muzzle. “Or…”

You look up with confusion -- the seductive tone of Mira’s voice recaptures your attention. Her tail wags slowly, wafting the scent of vulpine arousal into your nose. “What if I offered you a special graduation?”

You ask hesitantly, “Oh? Um, w-what do you mean? Do you have something specific in mind?”

Mira doesn’t answer, but she gives you a sly grin -- instead of speaking, the vixen turns a little, showing off her rear. She reaches one paw back, still standing, and slowly spreads her cheeks, giving you a full view: the plump moons of her rear, the velvety pink tailhole in between, and lower down…

With one finger, Mira lightly tugs at her labia, exposing the slick red interior. “My stomach might be full right now, but I can churn you up just as nice and smooth in my womb…”

You blush. “Y-Your womb? A-are you sure? I mean, I-I’m flattered, but you’re married. Isn’t that sort of, you know--”

“Everyone knows food doesn’t count~” Mira waves a paw dismissively. “And besides, you’re not just any human, Jamie. My husband will understand, don’t worry -- you deserve a special graduation, honey, you deserve a pred who has experience. And I’m just the fox to give that to you…” The vixen slowly, sensually bends down and raises her tail to give you a better look. She gives a smug half-smile as she sees the dot of precum staining your jeans. Mira’s body reminds you of her daughter Vicky… But Mira’s body is more mature -- her hips sway in an alluring fashion Vicky could only dream of, and she has a plumper rear and thicker thighs from years of feasting on tasty human students like you…

And wafting from between those thighs… You blush. There’s something bitter-sweet in the air, hot and heavy and pungent: as the fox shifts her hips, you see how her cunt is absolutely dripping with anticipation, despite how casually she’s acting. Mira looks up at you invitingly, her expression somewhere between playful and aroused. “Come a little closer, you can touch if you’d like. Come take a look before making your choice, no need to be shy…”

You stand up, almost in a trance, and take a step closer to Mira’s presented cunt. You stretch out one hand -- and the vixen leans closer to give you better access. Ever-so-gently, you slide one hand between her thighs, tracing the soft fluffy fur between her legs before tentatively sliding your hand a little higher, lightly running your fingers along the vixen’s dripping-wet labia. Mira’s eyes flutter half-closed, and she moans. The fox grinds her hips downward, pressing herself against your hand and forcing you deeper into her wet cunt -- and as soon as Mira has something inside her, she clenches down hard, as eager as a teenage fox in her first heat. The sudden pressure, the clenching muscles, the way her cunt clearly tries to pull you inward… You blush, as it becomes clear how obviously Mira’s body wants you inside -- you tentatively start to explore her slick depths, seeing how you can best touch the vixen to make her arch her back and moan…

It’s flattering, really, how eagerly Mira grinds herself against your hand…

“Mmm, g-goddess, that feels good…” Mira pants. “T-this brings me back… You know, I used to be quite a flirt back in the day, I had a good ten or twenty human boyfriends who took this same trip…” You laugh, a bit woozily -- the overwhelming scent of fox musk is making you lightheaded, the room seems like it’s spinning a little, everything seems blurred except for Mira’s golden-orange fur in front of you, almost seeming to glow, as her tail twitches back and forth in time with the rhythmic clenching of her cunt’s muscles. “F-fuck, I haven’t felt a human slide in there for so long, I-I almost forgot how it feels…”

Your hand is buried up to your elbow now, your palm pressing up against her cervix. The muscular ring flexes as if impatient, eager to pull you into her womb. You know it’s capable of doing just that, sucking you up in a single large contraction, and that Mira herself is all that’s holding it back, and only out of consideration. “Um, w-why’d you stop? Unbirthing humans, I mean.” Feeling a growing pleasure between your own legs, you grope at your jeans with your free hand, unbuttoning them with difficulty and letting your aching cock tent out your boxers. “D-didn’t want to date any humans once you met your husband?”

Mira shakes her head, doing her best to overcome the wave of lust running through her body, the wet heat burning between her legs every time you move your arm inside her. She pants, “Well, y-you know… Didn’t want to take the risk of having more kits. And unbirth is how a vixen…” Mira trails off, her eyes fluttering closed. “A-ah! Y-yes, right there!… Well, you know… I-it’s how a vixen goes into heat. You remember your pelli biology classes, I’m sure…”

Your face falls: you do remember your Pelli Reproduction class, now that she reminds you… Not least because Mira was the professor who taught the information to you in the first place. You couldn’t possibly keep her away from her husband just for your graduation, could you? You say with dismay, “Oh! I-I forgot… Maybe this isn’t a good idea, Mira… I don’t want to ruin your anniversary tonight. Here, lemme just…”

You try to pull your arm back out, and Mira bites her lip at the sudden rush of your motion. On instinct, her cunt clenches down hard on your arm, holding you tightly in place. She has a vise-tight grip on your hand: you can’t pull away by more than an inch before another contraction pulls you deeper. Mira blushes. “O-oh, it seems like my cunt is a little eager, sorry… I swear, that thing has a mind of its own sometimes… But you don’t have to worry about my anniversary, honey, what matters is what you want…”

You ask hesitantly, “A-are you sure? I mean, just a minute ago you were talking about how much you love your husband knotting you, I wouldn’t want to take that away…”

Mira shakes her head emphatically. “N-no, it’s okay… I love my husband’s cock… his wonderful, thick, warm, gorgeous--” The vixen trails off dreamily, then shakes her head, trying to return to the point. “But anyway, it’s still not as good as having a whole human curled up in there…”

There’s slick dripping down your arm now, a puddle of pinkish ladycum on the floor, the same sticky liquid that you’ll become if you slip inside. It’s clear what Mira wants, even if she won’t push… You’re blushing eagerly at the thought too, but you say with concern, “B-but, going into heat on my behalf… Isn’t that, you know, a risk? Pregnancy, and…”

“I mean, I didn’t want to risk having another kit, but you’re…” Mira pants for a second, gathering her thoughts. “You’re special, Jamie, you’re a special exception, you’re worth the risk~”

“Oh, t-thank you, um…” You trail off with a flustered, flattered blush. “But… you’re sure?”

“Let’s be honest, we both know I won't be able to resist my husband’s beautiful coyote cock for that long.” The vixen clenches at the thought, interrupting her words with a gasp as her slick walls press against your arm. “B-but you don’t have to worry about that, Jamie. By then you’ll be nothing but a beloved memory, and a puddle of foxcream staining the bed… And a new kit wouldn’t be so bad, not if it meant giving you the graduation you deserve~” Mira pauses -- her tail twitches hopefully. “So, um, knowing all that -- is this what you really want? Is this how you want to graduate, honey?”

You blink in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I?” With your hand buried deep in her slick, tight cunt, you can feel the rapid thump-thump-thump of Mira’s pulse. It almost feels like sticking your hand down a predator’s throat; a tight grip you can’t escape from, and a wet, messy, beautiful end waiting hungrily just beyond. There’s nowhere to go but deeper into that warm, wet abyss. And that’s exactly where she wants you, and more and more you realize that it’s exactly where you want to be too. “If you’ll have me, I’d love to become a part of your next orgasm. And the idea of helping give you another pup, I…” You blush eagerly. “I-I’d be honored to graduate as a puddle of your cream! Though, um, I’d like to apologize if I leave a bit of a mess on your bedsheets…” And indeed, your cock is twitching in your waistband in time with your words -- there’s nothing you want more than to end up as a fleeting moment of pleasure… and a wet, sticky puddle of ladycum staining the sheets~

The vixen smiles warmly down at you -- you can see arousal in her eyes, but love too. “And you understand that you won’t actually be attending the graduation ceremony? You’ll only be solid until my next orgasm, and I don’t think I can -- ah, f-fuck, that’s the spot, right there! -- make it that long without cumming…” Mira grins down at you, a little mischief in her fanged smile. “Especially if you keep touching me like that, Jamie, it’s like you want to be a puddle of cream on the floor…”

Even while discussing it, you’ve slid deeper and deeper -- you’ve sunk up to your shoulder now, everything below your elbow is curled up inside her womb already, and you’ve been pleasuring her with every inch. Now you can feel the fluids inside tingling, already starting to soak into your skin and soften you up. You know that if you asked Mira to let you go, she would, and you could still back out safely… But once your head slips inside, you won’t have much chance. This is your last chance to back out…

But you don’t want to back out. You want in.

“Ah!” Mira yips, but the sound quickly devolves into a moan. You’ve stuck your other arm inside along with the first. Her tunnel stretches hungrily, greedily, to accommodate you. The slick fluids let you slide in like it’s nothing, even as the walls squeeze firmly against you, pulsing with her heartbeat, racing with lust. “Oh, J-Jamie…” The vixen pants, her voice hot in your ear and hoarse with lust. “You really do want to be a puddle of my slick, don’t you?”

In answer, you slip your second hand deeper, with a symphony of wet squelches. You knead your fingers into the walls and feel them pressing back, listening to the moans of pleasure you're giving to your predator. It’s only fair; she’s doing so much for you, after all -- you owe her all the pleasure you can give. You pant almost mindlessly, “Y-yes, Mira, I want to be inside there… Please!” You blush bright red. “I-I want to be a stain on your sheets tomorrow, I want to fill up your womb and be churned into nothing more than a puddle of warm, wet foxcream, please Mira…” you beg, your cheeks flushed.

With both arms now firmly in the clutches of the vixen’s lower lips, your trailing hand finally strokes against the opening of her cervix, and the sudden new touch sets her off. A sharp contraction, a cry of pleasure, and you're suddenly yanked closer to your professor’s widening folds. You realize it’s all you can see now, as Mira’s body fills your view: the luscious, furry hills of the vixen’s cheeks, the pink velvety-soft flower of her tailhole… and, of course, the wet and dripping and hungry slit that pulls you ever deeper.

You can’t see her abdomen, but you know it must be starting to swell as your arms curl up inside her womb, pushing aside the meal still digesting in her stomach to make room. You hear a low, rumbling gurgle: the sound of another human starting to drain into the vixen’s intestines. You’re reminded that you won’t be alone inside, Mira’s body will be churning up two humans tonight. Far from being jealous, though, you’re happy knowing that you’ll have some company, and that you’ll be providing some company in turn to another lucky graduate. How lucky you both are that Mira was there to take care of you…

And you wonder how much you’ll be able to feel and hear once you’re fully inside.

And that moment is coming fast. You’ve given your answer, and now her body instinctively pulls you deeper. The scent of Mira’s sex is overwhelming, with your nose nearly between her lips. You see your arms quickly disappear into the red folds just inches from your eyes, a steady stream of slick dripping in their wake. With your face pressed tightly up against Mira’s soft, wet entrance, you can’t resist the opportunity to use your tongue, tracing up and down her slit as well as you can from your crouched position. Mira gives a little hoarse yip of pleasure and arches her back, grinding her soaking-wet cunt into your face, making you splutter as your nose and mouth are suddenly soaked in foxcream…

But though you feel like you’re drowning in slick, you lick it all up attentively, cleaning her hot wet fur with your tongue until it’s spotless, before sliding your tongue further and circling around her clit. Mira pants in ecstasy and slips down one paw to help guide your attention. Each clench of her cunt pulls you deeper and deeper until your vision is completely eclipsed by the deep, rich red color of her depths… It’s getting hard to reach, but you still do your best to lavish attention upon the vixen’s clit -- you want to show appreciation for the kindness Mira’s showing you, how grateful you are to complete your life in her womb…

Mira’s trying hard to resist her orgasm, straining to make the moment last -- but with a yelp of lust, the vixen finally can’t hold out any longer, and her cunt clenches down on you HARD as she cums. This is the point of no return, from here on you know it’s definitely a one-way trip -- your face and head are pulled inside with a single contraction. You barely manage to take one hasty breath before you’re completely buried in the wet, hot, musky darkness of Mira’s cunt. You might have been pulled in much further if your shoulders hadn't gotten stuck, maybe even all the way inside from just a single orgasm.

The vixen pants, trying to recover from the best orgasm she’s had since at least yesterday, and gently strokes one paw over your chest. “F-fuck, Jamie, you really know how to treat a vixen… Just relax, you’ve got me nice and slicked up, I can handle things from here honey…” She smiles, one paw resting against your body and the other idly stroking her clit to keep herself wet and facilitate your journey… Mira mutters to herself, “Hfff, the shoulders are always the hardest part… Lemme just…” She shifts her hips and uses a paw to spread herself wider, then slowly lowers herself into a squat, easing your shoulders inside where they wouldn’t quite fit before. She gives a sigh of relief, and clenches around you experimentally. “A-ah, there we go… That’s better… I was a little afraid I couldn’t fit you, honey, but you’re just the right size…~”

From there, it’s fast progress -- with the widest part of your body inside her cunt, the rest of you slips inside easily. Mira takes you in like a champ, treating you like an extra-large dildo -- the vixen bites her lip and rocks you forward, sliding your body out a tiny bit before shoving you deeper in time with her cunt’s contractions. You feel her walls clenching, the wet shhhlick as you rub up against the slick-soaked folds. And then you feel a very distinct pressure at the crown of your head. You’ve felt it coming this whole time, gradually sliding its way up your arms: the vixen’s cervix, the gateway to her womb, where you’ll spend the rest of your life in bliss before you finally graduate as foxcream. You can’t hide a shiver of delight as another contraction forces your forehead through, and then before you know it your whole face is inside. It’s dark inside her womb, naturally, but even without sight you can feel your final destination in all its wet, sensual glory. Mira mumbles under her breath, “F-fuck, Jamie, that feels so good… You’re making this hard on me, honey. I need not to cum, assuming you want to make it all the way inside…” She laughs, the sound a little raw with arousal. “If you keep squirming like that, you’ll end up as a puddle a little early…”

You barely hear Mira speak, though -- the sensation is overwhelming, you can’t pay attention to anything. Your whole body tingles as the vixen’s fluids soaks into your skin. You feel yourself slowly soften under the pressure of her paws, becoming a little more claylike and malleable as she crams you deeper. There’s a pressure all around, as the rest of your body is slowly pushed through her tight cervix, curling up deep inside Mira’s womb. Your heart hammers in your ears -- the warmth, the wetness, the heat and the sounds of the vixen’s body: soft sloshes and glorps from her bowels, the hiss of her breath, and her soothing, steady heartbeat… Your cock twitches and pre-cum oozes from the tip, as your senses are assaulted by the fox’s overwhelming sensuality. Every sensation is soaked in sex and arousal and musk, as Mira’s body starts to shift into heat…

Mira is leaning back against the kitchen table, slowly squatting lower, her eyes half-closed as she pants in lust. It’s been too long since she was last in heat, she’d forgotten how overwhelming it can be… You’re just as overwhelmed on the inside. You desperately try to grind your aching cock against empty air… and as soon as your hips slide inside Mira’s cunt, you give a yelp of pleasure and buck once against her folds. Your dick only needs a single touch to paint the vixen’s red walls in sticky white cum, your semen dripping down Mira’s legs mixed with the flood of foxy femcum. In that relaxed post-orgasm haze, your feet leave the ground -- the walls of Mira’s cunt hold you tight as she slowly straightens her knees, leaving only your feet dangling in the cold, open air, contrasting with the wet warmth enveloping the rest of your limp body. Nearly fetal in place and position, you feel your knees at the entrance to her womb, and revel in just how enveloped you are. You realize that, really, there was never any turning back after Mira gave you her offer… but there certainly isn’t now, and the knowledge fills you with satisfaction. You wait, with bated breath, for the final push…

Mira (with difficulty) resists the primal instincts that tell her to immediately pull you all the way inside. Instead, she reaches down between her legs, easily stripping off your boots. She unlaces them without any difficulty, not even needing to look: this vixen has a lot of experience, she knows exactly what she’s doing. Mira pants, “Better get these off now. Pushing out a shoe during an orgasm ain't pleasant, lemme tell you…” Once your feet are bare, Mira places one paw against your exposed soles, and casually pushes you upward -- the vixen grunts, her cunt clenches hard, and you can feel the powerful muscles guiding you firmly and finally into your proper place with one last strong contraction. Your knees press into your chest, your feet slip inside to join the rest of you, and then you find your whole body is curled up inside Mira’s womb at last. The fox gives a gasp of relief, and lets out the breath she’s been holding for quite a while now. Somehow, she managed to get you inside without another orgasm. You’re still in one piece. For the moment.

Now, Mira just needs to resist orgasming again -- despite how you’re squirming around inside, searching for a more comfortable position. But she tells herself that she just needs to hold off long enough to let you enjoy the full experience, then she can finally give into her pleasure and churn you into the puddle of vulpine cream you were always meant to be… Though giving you that time won’t be an easy task, now that every nerve is singing with the euphoria of her first heat in years, her fur almost standing on end with arousal…

Luckily, there’s another urge she can give into instead. Mira collapses down into the nearest kitchen chair with exhaustion, jostling you in her big, rounded belly -- full of not just you, but also the slop from her gut that was once her breakfast, now squeezing into her intestines. Her lungs press up against you through the walls of her womb, and then retreat, only to quickly press at you again as she catches her breath. You feel Mira’s ragged breathing subside to a regular rhythm, as she carefully works her way down from the peak of her arousal…

Meanwhile, foxcream still leaks from the opening through which you just passed, as it gradually seals up behind you, claiming you as its rightful possession. The pinkish stream soaks into the fur of Mira’s thighs, pools on the chair, and runs off in little waterfalls to splash onto the floor below. And even as the sticky fluid leaks out, you can feel it starting to build up around you, to fill every nook and cranny of the tight, warm space. There’s more than enough slick to spare, and now that you’re fully sealed inside her womb, it’s eager to begin its work on you -- and you’re just as eager to let it. You do your best to squirm so that the sticky, bittersweet liquid can coat every inch of your body, and you feel Mira twitch with arousal at your every motion as she fights off her impulses…

Mira leans backward into the chair, slouching a little to let her rounded abdomen rest -- filled with not one but two humans, in different spaces. Mira gives a little groan of satisfaction, she hasn’t felt her womb stretch like this since Vicky was curled up in there, almost two decades ago… And speaking of Vicky, the younger vixen of the Rava household comes trotting down the stairs, yawning and blinking sleep out of her eyes. Mira notices Vicky first, and greets her daughter with a rather smug-sounding “Good morning…~”

Vicky wrinkles her nose. The younger vixen asks sleepily, “Ugh, mom, why were you getting off in here? You complain when I paw myself off in the kitchen and make a mess on the floor. I swear, there’s a double standard in this household…” Vicky trails off as she notices her mother’s rounded abdomen, and her eyes narrow. She takes a deeper sniff, then complains, “Ugh, mooom, no fair, I was gonna eat him!”

Mira shrugs languidly, still a little floaty from her orgasm. “Well, honey, you shoulda gotten to him first! What’s the old saying…” She laughs. “Oh yeah, the early fox gets the pet! Besides, I always tell you to get up for breakfast early, and he could have been yours if you were down here on time…”

Vicky’s aggravated expression fades into a disappointed frown as she walks over to the bulging belly. She rests one paw gently against her mother’s abdomen, trying to feel your shape. “Still kicking in there, Jamie?” You press out, pushing back against Vicky’s paw -- the younger vixen can see a bump in the round mass of fur for a moment, before it quickly disappears.

“Oh!” Mira yelps, her voice surprised (and a little lusty). She pants, trying to resist her womb’s instinct to clench down and finish you off, as her arousal spikes again for a moment. “A-ah, yep, he’s still squirming around. It’s only been five minutes or so…”

Vicky grumbles, “I missed churning up my childhood vore crush by only five minutes?” Still, the fox can’t help but chuckle to herself, seeing you like this, and she teases, “Settle down in there, Jamie, I wanna talk to you before you’re a puddle…” The younger vixen puts out a paw and affectionately squishes it into her mother’s plump belly. You can feel the familiar shape deforming your already supple form, probing to see how soft you are… Mira lets out a long moan, but Vicky, irritated, ignores her. The younger vixen’s voice softens, as she gently strokes your form, curled up in a fetal position… “We sure had a lot of fun together, Jamie, I don’t know if I’ll ever find a meal or friend like you again…” She sighs wistfully, and you press back against her paw with affection. She admits almost bashfully, “I-I wish I’d been the one to churn you in the end, Jamie, I’ve had wet dreams about you for so long, waking up covered in drool… But as long as you’re happy, I’m happy…”

Your voice is muffled by layers of fur and fat and muscle, and the warm ladycum that you’re immersed within… But Vicky perks up her ears, and can just barely hear. “Y-your belly would’ve been great… but I-I think this is what I really want, it just feels… right. It’s so warm and safe in here, I can just curl up and let myself soften into a puddle…”

“Aww, I can’t be mad about that.” Vicky smiles fondly, and presses against you hard enough to let you feel her loving touch. “I’m still cross with mum for snatching you without even asking me, but…”

Mira interjects, “Hey! You don’t have a monopoly on Jamie, honey, snooze you lose… Besides, you’re not the only vixen who wanted him. He was my student, I’ve drooled over him in class for years. You have no idea how hard it was for me to not graduate him a couple months early…”

Vicky grumbles a bit, but concedes, “He does seem pretty happy in there, and he makes a beautifully big bulge…” She narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Come to think of it, that bulge seems a little too big…” Vicky feels around until she finds the half-digested snack inside her mum’s stomach, and whines, “Mo-o-om! I can’t believe you, did you steal my Voredash delivery guy too?! Was Jamie not enough for you?”

A sly, smug smile spreads across Mira’s muzzle. “The Voredash driver came first. And anyway, you paid for that delivery driver on my credit card -- if he shows up before you’ve even bothered to come downstairs, I’m not gonna leave him waiting in the cold…” Mira laughs, and teases, “Honestly, Vicky, ordering a single bagel delivered on Voredash? We both know you only do that because you’re too lazy to walk down and toast one yourself…”

Having taken all the indignity she can, Vicky grumbles irritatedly, her tail swishing with agitation as she starts to head back upstairs. But Mira stops her, and holds up a brown paper bag with a grin. “Well, I did save the bagel you ordered!” Vicky huffs and stomps up the steps, ignoring her mother. Mira shrugs. “Oh well, more for me…” The older vixen bites into the bagel, and a short moment later you hear a few splashes as each chunk of food lands in the last of the meaty chyme from Mira’s breakfast, still pooled in the bottom of her stomach. You hear her murr in pleasure, and mumble to herself, “Huh, that bagel’s pretty good, I think it’s husky-cum flavor. Nice rich taste. Vicky’s missing out…”

Before long, though, Mira finishes with her bagel (licking her claws clean of any crumbs and lingering flavor), and almost reluctantly hoists herself to her feet. A few more drops of vulpine femcum slide down her thighs, and she sways a little -- with you curled up inside her womb, you’re putting her off-balance differently than a normal meal -- but after a minute she recovers and waddles around the house preparing for her day teaching at university. Every step she takes rocks you back and forth gently. The walls hold you tight, and in the spaces between, little waves of her cream splash against your skin. You take in the sensation, thinking with delight that soon there will be a lot more cream to slosh around, and a lot less skin for it to splash onto.

“Bye, honey!” you hear her call. You don’t hear Vicky’s reply, but knowing that she’s sulking, you can imagine it well enough. You’d almost share some of her disappointment at not being in her belly, if the older vixen’s womb weren’t so marvelously enticing. You can’t stop thinking about it. All your life you’d been expecting to end up in a stomach -- you’d had years to imagine it -- but you’d never taken the time to imagine this, every experience was both new and unexpected.

You can tell she’s walking somewhere now -- as opposed to just walking around the house. She moves with new purpose, her steps a bit faster, her breathing just slightly heavier, her muscles clenched just a little tighter around you so you’ll stay nicely in place without much attention. You’re sloshed back and forth with her movement, your whole world is enveloped within the warm, wet, deep darkness of the vixen’s womb, as your skin continues to tingle and your ears are filled with the slorshes and burbles and glorps of Mira’s beautiful body, hard at work processing her two morning humans…

You blush. She’s starting about her day, and you’re just along for the ride, her faithful breakfast. Well, actually, you aren’t exactly her breakfast, are you. But the two of you are getting well acquainted regardless. Every few seconds, you can hear a little gurgle, a glorp, a groan, as a bit of her morning meal slips further through her intestines. And half the time you can feel it too, a little shift in pressure as a lump is squeezed a tad further on. It’s entrancing, it’s intimate and overwhelming, and you begin to lose yourself in her mentally -- only fitting since you’ve already done so physically.

“Morning Betty, how was the weekend?” you hear Mira chirp, as cheerful as any other morning. Mira must be at school already, passing by the headmistress’s office. You’re surprised -- you’d have thought the walk would be longer, so you must have lost track of time. But you realize -- it doesn’t matter much now. The rhythm of the clock is no longer your concern, only the rhythm of her womb, and the rest of her glorious body around it. You let your mind sink back into the sloshes and gurgles, until you hear her voice again…

“Good morning, class! Today we’ll discuss…” You tune out, listening to the melody and pace of Mira’s voice rather than the words. Lectures were for people, after all, and you were just a cunt snack now, you had no need to pay attention. Instead, you wriggle a bit, snuggling deeper into the walls, intent on enjoying yourself and giving her some enjoyment as well. You hear Mira’s voice break mid-word, and at the same moment you can also hear a dribble of cream squelch out of her tight tunnel beneath you.

You blush (you think), realizing that you’d better stay still if you can. Any movement you make will interrupt the professor, hard at work, and maybe even result in you getting squeezed into an impromptu puddle. And as much as you’d love for that to happen, it would surely be embarrassing for her, if she had a messy orgasm right in the middle of her class. And the last thing you want is to embarrass the kindly predator who so happily took you in, and is helping you graduate at this very moment.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) for both of you, it seems Mira’s body is intent on getting worked up, whether you move or not. You can hear it in her voice, the way her lungs fill and empty more forcefully, the way her heartbeat starts hammering just a bit more frantically than it should need to, and of course in the way her womb is gripping you, tighter and tighter every moment. It feels as if it’s conforming to every little nook and cranny of your body, holding you perfectly -- or rather, you realize with a start, your body is becoming so supple that you are conforming to her, sinking into every little fold. You smile shyly at the thought.

You hear a distinct, familiar ringing, muffled to a much more pleasant volume by the healthy layer of pudge surrounding you -- the last remnant of the many meals who preceded you. And then you feel Mira begin to walk again -- with purpose this time, not the handful of idle steps she’d taken during class. You hear a door or two open and close amidst the constant gurgles, then the hiss of what might be running water, and then you hear her voice again. But this time you perk up, because it’s directed at you.

“Oh Jamie, what are you doing to me?” Mira asks in a rhetorically playful voice, rich with all the lust she’d been holding back during class. You feel her jiggle you more forcefully as she makes an awkward movement. Raising a leg, perhaps? “Look at the mess you’re making. I’m dripping like I’ve just come out of the tub. You should see what the scent is doing to my students.”

“Oh, um, sorry,” you reply bashfully, a little surprised that you can still talk after her womb’s been working on you for so long. “M-maybe it would have been better if I wasn’t in here during school.”

“No!” You feel her womb clench up around you, as if recoiling at the very thought of you being anywhere else, anywhere other than where you belong. You feel her take a deep breath, composing herself. “Having a little mess to clean up is well worth it, honey. You just enjoy yourself in there. But don’t squirm too much, okay? I want you to last until I get home tonight, so we can have some fun together~”

You feel Mira walking again, and a few moments later you hear a lovely, unmistakable sound. Gulp, gulp, gulp -- splash, splash, splash. The sound of the vixen chugging water above you, to then fall into the emptying stomach next door. “Gotta stay hydrated,” she muses, half to you, half to herself. “I’ll need lots of cream to get you nice and soft.” You feel her grind her thighs together, and give a little breathy whine. She’s reveling in her heat, even as she’s fighting against it to keep you in one piece. Judging from the half-clenches and twitches of her womb’s muscles around you, she’s only one slip away from accidentally squelching you into paste with a powerful orgasm… Which you’d love, of course, but her offer and wish to keep you around for the rest of the day was enough to dissuade you of pushing her over the edge intentionally.

Glug, glug, glug, glug -- splash, splash, splash, splash. “Ahhhh… Ready for another class, honey?” You wriggle ever so gently in reply. But even that tiny movement sends a jolt down the vixen’s spine, fluffing out her tail -- something you can feel in every nerve and muscle surrounding you. “Oh, you are just begging to be a nice little puddle of foxcum, aren’t you~? Don’t worry, my little Jamie, you will be soon…”

You might be feeling a warm flush in your cheeks, but you can’t quite tell given the overpowering warmth that radiates all around you from Mira’s body. The bell rings again -- you feel her walking back to the classroom, her womb swaying a little with each step, accompanied by a new sloshing sound as the water in her stomach settles… and then a fresh series of lively gurgles as it drains into her intestines to follow her breakfast.

You spend the next -- oh, who knows how long -- following the water’s steady progress through her gut, while also keeping close tabs on your roommate. The latter was getting much easier to follow. The human she had eaten that morning, whom you had the pleasure of sharing a predator with, was starting to get noticeably more solid. Feeling around as best you can without triggering a final clench, you think you can just make out the shape of a nice, thick log beginning to form in Mira’s colon… And there’s something else you can feel too: just as firm, but with a different texture. And when Mira moves in just the right way, you think you can hear a separate slosh coming from its direction…

Another distinct ringing of a familiar bell. The next class was already over? Had you really spent it all just feeling and listening to the vixen’s gut processing her food? Well, why shouldn’t you have. It was your special privilege at this point, as a passenger and soon-to-be cum-stain.

“Oh man, I really gotta pee,” you hear the vixen mutter crassly. Suddenly the new sloshing makes sense. You feel the swaying of Mira’s steps, you hear a few doors open, then the clack of a large, pelli-sized toilet seat. “…ahhhhhhh~” she murmurs, her whole body relaxing. You feel a few choice muscles clench nearby, and then a tiny dripping trickle -- for about half a second, before it evolves into a roaring stream, cascading down into the unseen bowl below. There’s a strange, distinct sort of vibration you can feel as the wastewater flows hurriedly nearby, separated from you by only a few walls of flexible muscle… and as Mira continues, you can feel the bulge pressing against you that must be her bladder starting to shrink, slowly.

The sound is almost soothing, like some kind of waterfall from a nature video… But you feel Mira suddenly jolt in surprise, jostling you around, as that familiar bell rings again. The vixen growls, “Ugh, really? Our breaks are shorter every year. Not even enough time for a quick piss between classes…” before clenching her muscles harder, making the stream hiss out and splash against the porcelain bowl. In Mira’s haste to finish emptying her bladder, the muscles of her womb clench around you too, making your softened bones flex a little (you blush) and forcing a wet dribble of foxcum from the vixen’s nether lips.

Mira shakes her hips back and forth to clean off any last drops of urine (provoking a wet sloosh from her overstuffed womb), and hurriedly wipes herself off (you can feel the soft pressure of her paw), them washes her paws (the wet hiss of clean water splashing into a sink sounds surprisingly… familiar). With her bathroom break complete, Mira trots hurriedly back to her classroom, leaving little drips of foxcream splattered on the tile floor and sloshing you around with each step. No water break this time, though, she’s learned her lesson…

Mira leans down to whisper to you, “Hey honey, you doing okay in there?” You squirm gently in response, making Mira’s hips twitch unconsciously, and a half-loving, half-lusty smile spreads across her muzzle. “A-ah, I’ll take that as a yes! F-fuck, I haven’t been this horny since my wedding night…” The vixen pants under her breath, trying to put on a straight face -- you can hear every rush of air through her lungs. “We’ve just gotta make it through one more class, okay? Then we’ll have the whole night to ourselves…”

Mira launches into teaching her final course of the day, her muzzle blushing with barely-restrained arousal: the vixen’s cheeks are flushed red, hidden beneath her soft red fur. But her arousal isn’t a secret: every pelli in the room can smell it, and even the humans students can taste the musky, bittersweet odour of a heat-stricken fox, as Mira’s scent permeates every corner of the room. Of course, the overpowering smell of heat is just a constant reality for you now: it’s all you CAN smell, making your head spin. You’re curled in a fetal position, surrounded by the wet, sloshing sea of foxcum that defines the boundaries of Mira’s womb, your world…

You’ve settled in quite nicely now, you aren’t even sore anymore from staying curled up -- though that may be because her ever-present cream has soaked into your skin and convinced your body to be a bit more flexible than it otherwise would be. Mira’s fluids have been busily working their magic on you, softening your bones and skin. But not like her stomach acids would, not breaking you apart into a nutritious soup to absorb… but instead taking you whole as you are and making you supple and malleable, like the fleshy walls around you. And just as those walls secrete more and more hot, sticky foxcum every time you press up against them, any pressure that the walls bring against you turns a bit of your own body, painlessly, into more of the same cream. Floating in the warm, wet limbo of Mira’s body, your attention is captured by how just one good climax, one strong clench from her womb, would instantly crush your softened body into a nice, happy paste -- ready to slide back out into the world again, through the same tunnel that so graciously let you into this wonderland.

As for the rest of your attention… It’s mostly taken up by another working of the vixen’s miraculous body. The log containing the last remains of her breakfast is well formed now. A soft but solid mass, slowly snaking its way through her body, a shifting lump in the inner wall of her womb. Putting the biology knowledge Mira taught you to good use, you can trace the winding path of her large intestine… And you’re pretty sure the log is starting to get close to the exit…

PFFFFFFFT! You hear a muffled giggling from the classroom, and you feel the vixen bashfully clench her rear tighter, inadvertently turning another small bit of you into more of her cum. You hear a series of impatient gurgles and groans as the pressure in her bowels shift, her breakfast coming to a halt in her colon. You’re right, you realize, that bit of gas was the first herald of a completed meal arriving at its natural, delightful end. You’re distracted for a moment as you notice how Mira’s heart has started thumping slightly faster, her breathing catching a tiny bit. Maybe just a little rush from her embarrassment?

Not too much later there’s another particularly loud groan, and you feel the log shift again, inching closer to her tailhole. You hear what sounds like a little whimper of pleasure, but so expertly stifled that you’re likely the only one who can hear it. The vixen’s lungs swell sharply as she clenches her abdomen again, squeezing you tight for a moment before she gradually relaxes and lets her indrawn breath leak out.

A large, excited smile spreads over your increasingly goopy face. This you do remember from Mira’s lessons, and it’s something you’ve seen firsthand every time Sarah had a particularly pleasant bowel movement. A pelli’s arousal -- Mira’s arousal -- is linked to her digestive system. Having a nice meal pushing up insistently against her tailhole is turning Mira on, cream is slowly leaking from between her legs. And with you still inside, with the vixen’s mind slowly slipping further and further into her heat, the sexual pressure is on a whole other level. Just by being there, you’re giving Mira more pleasure than you could ever have hoped for… and if you move at all, you might push the vixen over the edge, into the most glorious orgasm she’s probably had in years. You wonder what it’ll feel like from the inside -- an incredibly arousing and very final experience for you.

As you sit there, curled tight in her womb, you feel the pressure -- the pleasure -- building. Mira’s breathing is getting ragged, her pelvic muscles twitching with tension, her heartbeat steadily pounding as she valiantly holds back her orgasm. And none of this was making teaching her class any easier. The fox’s words spill out from her mouth like she’s drunk, her normally-sharp eyes can’t seem to focus on her class notes. She has to go back over the same sentence two or three times to get it out right… You can feel Mira forcing herself to keep still, no matter how anxiously she wants to shift around and grind her legs together… because every little shift of the vixen’s well-padded thighs brings with it a little lewd squelch, as a bit more of her overflowing cum (and maybe a tiny bit of you) leaks out of her aching cunt.

Outside, Mira’s fur is soaking up most of her fluids, concealing the full extent of her arousal… but even fox-fur has a saturation point. The whitish-gold area between her legs is stained a light pink, as a small puddle slowly spreads beneath her desk. Not that there’s any point in trying to hide her true state, though -- everyone can smell it, the heavy scent suffusing the air of the classroom. The whole class is paying close attention now: not to Mira’s mangled lecture, but to a fox at the very precipice of pleasure…

A wet PFFFFFFFRRRT escapes from Mira’s rear, and she unconsciously lets out an “A-ahhhh~” of pleasure. She seems to suddenly remember she’s in front of a class, and blushes -- the vixen folds up her tail between her legs, as if trying desperately to keep both her breakfast and you inside. Despite her effort, though, it’s futile -- another long fart and an even longer moan interrupt her lecture. You feel her womb twitch all around you now, as she constantly battles the urge to send you gushing out onto the floor in a glorious spray of climaxal pleasure -- honestly, Mira doubts she'll even make it home at this rate. By the end of the lecture, Mira’s students are almost as distracted as the vixen herself, lost in a heat-scent soaked haze -- the students (and Mira too) look like they’ve emerged from some half-remembered wet dream, as the bell finally rings…

“Oh, thank the goddess, that was torture…” you hear Mira mutter with relief, and her womb relaxes around you just a little. The pressure inside her bowels hasn’t let up, her lower nerves are still tingling with the arousal of a full colon, but at least now she’s free to do something about it. She starts to walk, sloshing you around again as she takes quick, nearly frantic steps. You hear a slick squelch with almost every step, a series of ‘plips’ as she leaves little drops of foxcream behind her, trotting down the hall. Mira winces as her breakfast presses up insistently against her tailhole. The vixen grumbles, “Yes, I know… I’m going, I’m going… My poor guts, holding everything in for so long. I’m gonna have cramps tomorrow…” Before long, you hear a familiar door squeak open, a bathroom stall swing closed, and a hurried click of porcelain on porcelain…

You feel like you’re falling for a moment, but it’s only Mira sitting hastily down and spreading her cheeks, shaking a few drops of foxy femcum loose into the bowl below. As porcelain meets fur, you feel Mira’s thighs press against you from the lower sides of her belly, and then she takes a deep breath, squishing you even tighter within her body. The vixen angles her back, preparing for release…

“Oh!” Mira exclaims, her voice something between a gasp and a moan, as you feel a sudden shift nearby. And then there’s a new sound, familiar yet distinct… a slick, slimy sliding noise. You feel something begin to move on the other side of the wet, fleshy wall. You know exactly what it is. Mira’s relaxed her beautiful tailhole, and now, finally, the ultimate remains of her breakfast are free to flow out into the cold outside air. You imagine for a moment those plump, furry cheeks that you had such a good look at on your way inside, and wonder what they look like now that a nice, thick, steaming log is leaving between them…

But you only entertain that fantasy for a moment, because the reality of what you’re experiencing is so much more enticing. As that log begins to slide, you can feel nearly every muscle in the vixen’s body relax around you. Her sheer relief is so palpable that you’re practically sharing it, as a passenger inside her body. And in some ways you really are sharing her relief, as a bit of the pressure against your softened, yielding body eases off. The vixen’s breathing becomes deep, but steady. You feel the waste that had been building up in her colon sliding neatly along, her intestines rhythmically clenching in peristalsis… The smooth contours are interrupted every so often by some irregular lump or sharp edge that could only be leftover bits of bone from that lucky Voredash driver. Even Mira’s efficient digestive system, evolved to process nutritious humans like you, can’t digest everything perfectly… You focus in even deeper on the experience, trying to absorb every detail.

From where you are, curled up inside Mira's womb, your knees are against your chest and your ear is against her inner wall. You can clearly hear every single shlorp and squelch and gurgle as her bowel muscles push her breakfast toward her exit, you can hear the little hissing pops of gas bubbles slowly migrating downward… And of course, more distantly, the plops and splurts of the logs hitting the toilet bowl. You've never been this intimately close to a predator's digestive system before. Even when you slept with your head against Sarah's abdomen after dinner, you were still on the outside of her body, further away…

A strange feeling comes over you. You've spent your whole life expecting -- hoping! -- to become a bowel movement, squeezed out from between beautiful thick cheeks just like Mira's… If someone had asked you this morning, there’s nothing in the world you would have wanted more than to be squeezed out from between this vixen’s cheeks just like her breakfast. And yet, as sexy as it is witnessing this beautiful vixen push out log after log of ex-human waste, you find (to your surprise) that you’re feeling an odd… lack of jealousy?

After all, even though you were special to Mira as a person, a breakfast is just… breakfast. Mira eats a human or two every morning to fill the tank, and squeezes them out that same afternoon. If you'd been her breakfast, you'd be just like the hundreds -- thousands! -- of other humans Mira eats as a morning snack: another anonymously pleasant dump, flushed then forgotten. But in here, curled up in her womb… You blush. You can hear Mira panting and biting down on yips of pleasure… and with each clench of her muscles, a little more foxcream spurts from her nether lips to splash down on the pile of shit in the toilet bowl. YOU'RE the reason she's so worked up, you're the reason she's in heat. No other human has done this to her, for several decades at least -- YOU'RE single-handedly responsible for bringing her to higher peaks of pleasure than ever before.

And isn't that more special, more memorable, than being a simple post-class dump?

As if echoing your thoughts, Mira croons, caressing her belly, “This could have been you, honey, if you’d chosen a traditional graduation…” The words still give you a jolt of pleasure, imagining being curled up in that white porcelain bowl this very moment. But you’re content to let it stay a fantasy, and it seems Mira is too. She rubs you gently, feeling your fetally-curled shape inside her. “But I think this is better. We get to experience this bowel movement together, isn’t that a wonderful graduation gift?"

Yes you think, but you don’t say it. You don’t want to ruin the symphony of her body with your voice. Instead, you shift ever so slightly, and place your rapidly softening fingers against the wall separating you and the flowing waste. Ever so gently, you knead your digits into the firm barrier. “Oooohhhhh,” Mira moans, as you massage her dump from the inside, softening it just a little more as it leaves her tailhole. You feel little jolts of pleasure run through her, like tiny sparks, massaging you lightly and pressing you deeper into her folds.

“Ooooh, Jamie, you have no idea how hard this is… Feeling you touch me like that, with this nice log sliding out…” Mira moans through clenched teeth. “All I want to do is crush you so tight in there. My body is screaming for it, Jamie.” Her voice is interrupted by a gasp of lust as you feel a particularly large lump slide through -- maybe her breakfast’s skull? The muscles of her womb clench in time with the quiver of her voice. “I know you wouldn’t mind that at all, would you, honey?” She’s completely right, you definitely wouldn’t. “It would be so easy…” You feel the walls quiver, you brace yourself with overwhelming excitement. “But no, I won’t go mixing you with another graduate. Not in my belly or in the bowl. You’re getting the special treatment, and that means I have to make it home with you. So careful about how much you massage me in there, okay? Don’t get carried away… but please don’t stop.”

You can’t help feeling a little disappointed that you’ll have to wait for your shared climax, but you blush at the sheer amount of affection and restraint Mira is showing toward you. All the happy years you’ve known each other, all that care and love seems to resonate in her words. So instead, you focus on the pleasure you can still give her, leading up to that sure-to-be-spectacular orgasm… You continue to knead and press lightly until you finally feel the last log of fox-shit slip smoothly from her tailhole to splat down into the waiting bowl.

“Ah, that’s the stuff…” Mira murmurs. You relax with her, sharing in the happy finality of a completed meal, properly disposed of. You feel her tailhole close, almost reluctantly, but something else begin to open. A gentle hiss quickly builds into a roar as her bladder, having politely waited its turn, proceeds to empty itself atop the mountain of waste. You’d hardly even noticed it swelling again, you were so focused on the main event -- but now that her bladder is in the spotlight, you can feel it gradually shrinking. It doesn’t take long to empty, just a nice encore to her colon’s performance. After a few moments it quickly reduces back to a brief drip, drip and then goes silent. You feel her pelvic muscles clench up below you, sealing off all her exits as she finishes her foxy business. Mira sways her rear, and says appreciatively, “Wow, honey, you really helped in there. I haven’t had a bowel movement that smooth in… well, as long as I can remember!”

You feel the pressure of Mira’s paw against her pelvic floor, as she casually wipes beneath her tail, followed by the strange vertigo of her standing up with you inside. And after a quick paw-wash, the vixen sets off on her way home, her tail swishing happily. Having emptied her bowels, she finds herself much more comfortable and a couple pounds lighter -- her hips sway more loosely, and her arousal is a little more under control… but not absent. You feel the difference too, with her previous meal gone, there’s more room for you, it’s a little less crowded. And you realize now… you’re finally alone with her. All her attention, and her body’s attention, is finally on you and you alone. With every step, Mira’s womb sloshes wetly, and a little more of you wears away under the soft, slow assault of her fluids… and a little more foxcream escapes from between her legs, slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs. Mira can’t resist subtly grinding her legs together, getting a little friskier every time the friction teases her clit… You feel her steadily working her way back up after her recent release.

You hear a bird cheerfully chirping in the trees above, and suddenly you realize with a jolt of excitement that this might be the last time you ever hear anything like it. This will be your last walk outdoors (relatively speaking). By the time Mira makes it back to the Rava household, where your vorish adventure began, you can hear her pulse racing and her lungs working hard, as the vixen’s arousal swells once again… You hear the click of the door closing behind her and your own heart starts to race. You know you won’t be leaving that house again -- not as anything other than foxcream, that is. The thought alone is exhilarating.

Mira turns toward the stairs, her heart thumping and her cunt aching for release… Vicky is sitting at the kitchen table with a full belly. The younger vixen takes a quick sniff and her eyebrows raise in surprise. “That's not still Jamie, is it? Did you really make it the whole day without getting off!?”

Mira snorts. "You sound so surprised… It was the least I could do for Jamie…"

"Huh, didn't think you had it in you, mum. All the students know you sneak off to paw at yourself in the break room between classes…” Vicky says, grudgingly impressed at her mum’s stamina. “Even without someone inside, I don't think I could have made it that long without at least a quickie…”

Mira laughs, and pats Vicky’s shoulder affectionately. “Hey, we finally have something in common!” Vicky giggles, smiling like a kit, if just for a moment -- underneath all Vicky’s grumpiness, she knows her mum cares. “I wanted Jamie to enjoy himself. He was such a special human, he deserved a proper sendoff…”

(Hearing yourself described in the past tense sends a thrill of anticipation up your spine…)

Vicky leans over to press a paw into her mum’s abdomen, feeling out your shape. She doesn’t waste any time with long sendoffs or speeches… She just rubs her paw against you, comfortingly, lovingly, and leans down to whisper, “Goodbye, Jamie… I’ll miss you, I’m gonna rub one out tonight in your memory…”

Mira starts to reply, but trails off. You feel her pelvic muscles clench around you experimentally. Curled up in a fetal position, your head is compressing Mira’s half-full bladder, as the older vixen sighs with amusement. She laughs ruefully. “Again?? My poor overworked bladder. It’s like when I was pregnant with Vicky, a bathroom break every ten minutes…”

Vicky whines, “Moooom, you can’t just say things like that out loud…”

Mira laughs. "Oh, I'm sure Jamie doesn't mind.” The vixen pats her abdomen fondly. “You won't be repeating it to anyone, will you honey?” Despite her grumpy mood, Vicky can’t resist cracking a smile.

Vicky waves goodbye to you (though your friend feels a little silly, when she realizes that you can’t see her), as Mira trots straight toward the Rava family restroom… Once she’s locked the door, Mira laughs gently, stroking your curled form. “I swear, Jamie, if you like seeing me use the toilet so much, you could have just asked, you know -- you took my biology class, I’m not shy about giving extracurricular demos…”

The now familiar motions -- Mira settling herself on the toilet, relaxing her muscles, the sound of fox urine hissing against the porcelain bowl through the wall of her womb -- seem almost comfortable now, a familiar ritual you’ve experienced several times. Now that Mira’s home, though, this time you don’t restrain yourself -- you eagerly massage Mira’s bladder with your increasingly-soft hands, helping squeeze out every last drop of her breakfast’s liquid remains, and Mira arches her back and gives a full-throated whine under the touch of your hands. She pants, “F-fuck, you really know how to use those hands, honey. It’s almost a shame to turn all that skill into a puddle…” The vixen laughs, her voice a little raw with arousal. “Almost.”

The stream piddles out: Mira wipes herself off as quickly as she possibly can, hurriedly washes her paws, then trots upstairs to her bedroom… You feel every single impatient step as Mira’s paws slap against the wood, her heart is pounding and her cunt is gushing, leaving behind a veritable puddle on every stairstep. Your heart is beating in time with the vixen’s, you and she share the same excitement -- Mira is as giddy as a teenage vixen in her first heat. And you’re being pulled along for the ride, every pulse of Mira’s arousal singing in your veins. You might not be destined to become a permanent part of her body, like you would be if you were digesting, but her feelings are so infectious that you might as well be. The sound of her bedroom door opening sends jolts through both your bodies.

And then… you hear the sounds of her bedsprings, and you feel the world roll around you, held tight in your comfy little enclosure. You feel the walls tense up around you; things are about to get a whole lot more snug, and you can’t wait. Mira rolls onto her back, her swollen sex revealed and pointing towards the door, and lets out a full-body sigh she’s been holding in all day. “Well Jamie, I think you know where we are now?”

“Yes,” you reply, faintly. It’s the first sound you’ve made in hours, and it’s hard to speak when you’re already so soft. You’ve been waiting until this moment, saving up your energy, until you two were finally alone.

“Aww, honey, happy to hear you’re still around. I think we’ve both held out long enough, don’t you?” You feel her whole body twitch around you as she says those words, as if she’s been holding off even the thought of them in order to keep her body in check. “A-are you ready to finally become a nice, creamy puddle? I promise I’ll take in my sheets to the graduation tomorrow…”

You swallow. “Y-yes, Mira, I-I’m ready to be your cum. Thank you…” It’s getting harder to talk. “I-I’m so glad I ended up as y-yours…” That last sentence might have taken the last bit of voice you had left. But it doesn’t matter, because those were the last words you’ll ever need to say. You’ve known your fate since you first slipped into this beautiful vixen’s cunt… and now, you know Mira will take good care of you.

All the way to the end.

You hear Mira’s heart begin to pound harder, as she shifts her hips -- it’s strange, feeling her pelvic muscles twitch around you, as she spreads her legs to give herself easier access. Immediately, a little cream squirts out from her crotch to splash onto the bed. She’s more than ready to attack her aching slit with wild abandon, it’s been calling to her all day and demanding her attention… but she (with difficulty) swallows down on her arousal, if just for a moment. She lets the open air tickle her wet, matted fur… The vixen murmurs, her voice hoarse but soft, “I-I’ll try to go slow, okay honey? Stretch things out for both of us…”

Mira leans forward, trying to reach past her you-filled belly. You feel the curve of her breasts pressing down on you, you can feel the pressure of Mira’s arm against your curled body, as Mira desperately paws at her sex. The new pressure compacts everything, and sends another spurt of cream from her lower lips… And with her chest so close, every heavy breath that fills her lungs compresses her womb and sends a bit more foxcream burbling out from your cozy place in her womb, through the labia beyond. “You’ve done so well, keeping me wet all day. Now just relax and let me take care of you, it’s high time you finally graduated…”

You feel her walls suddenly clench all around you, leaving them tense and throbbing with her pulse, and you know that she’s finally laid her first finger against her eager cunt. The sound begins: shlick, schlick, shlick. You feel her shifting on top of you, twisting and reaching to get the best angle at her crotch, and every little move of her paw is sending huge spasms through her body -- all centered around you, her whole body is focused on you and nothing else. The cum you’re surrounded with -- that you’re starting to become -- begins to slosh louder and louder, the walls squeezing in tight whenever she thrusts inward or brushes her clit. You feel your softened bones groan under the pressure, as you’re pressed into a tighter ball…

Mira bites her lip, trying to keep from yelping out loud. She gasps, “Oh, Jamie… I’ve been waiting so long for this. My poor cunt has been aching, every second of the day since you slipped inside. But I’ll tell you a little secret, honey, something I’ve learned from experience: the anticipation makes it so much sweeter. Don’t you agree?”

You’re confused for a moment, before understanding dawns. She’s not only talking about herself, she’s talking about you. She’s given you a wonderful gift -- a whole day inside her, anticipating, imagining, fantasizing about what it will be like when she finally squeezes you into her cream. And now that it’s happening, she’s right! Every nerve in your softened body is humming: taking in every sensation, every brush and movement and sound. She couldn’t have possibly done anything to make your graduation more special or more enjoyable…

You doubt you could make your voice heard anymore, but you can show Mira your appreciation. You wriggle exuberantly against the tight walls, and Mira lets out a keening yelp (making Vicky groan and cover her ears with a pillow in her bedroom). Mira whines, “Y-yes, f-fuck, right there! Right there…” She pants for a second, she’s having almost as much trouble speaking as you are. “You are going to be the best puddle, Jamie, I just…” Mira whines, huffing with irritation, "D-dammit, I can't quite get d-deep enough, with you in the way…” You feel her body shift around you again, changing position a little, awkwardly squishing you between yips of pleasure. Her walls continue to clench rhythmically around you -- it won’t be long now, not at all, you’re sure. You can feel the clenches getting harder as her paw plunges deeper. Any minute -- any second -- she’ll reach her climax, and those walls will finally come crashing in… You squirm to try and help her, but it’s just not quite enough, Mira is hovering at the edge of her orgasm but can’t get the final push…

And then from downstairs, what seems like a world away, you both hear a door open and close… Mira’s ears perk up at a familiar voice complaining: "Daaaad, mom's all horny and she’s hotboxing the house…"

A deeper male voice responds very gravely, "Well, we can't have that. I'll go handle things…"

You’re immersed in the sounds of Mira’s body, as if you’re underwater: the wet shlick of her fingers desperately trying to slide deeper, the frantic drumbeat of her heart, the inrush and outflow of air from her lungs… But even over all that, you think you can hear something else -- the quick thump-thump-thump of paws trotting up the stairs, the sound of a doorknob turning… You feel Mira’s whole body relax in relief. “O-oh, you’re finally home… Please, darling, I need a little…” (The vixen bites down on a moan.) “…a little h-help here~”

Alistair grins, but his eyes are tender. What red-blooded coyote could turn down a heartfelt invitation like that from a vixen spreading her legs? His beautiful wife spread out on the bed, her belly sloshing above her, legs outstretched to display a wet cunt that’s staining the sheets, and a scent thick in the now-humid air… Alistair fills his lungs, and the coyote’s eyes widen in shock. “Y-you’re in heat? I didn’t think you wanted…”

Mira pants. “I know, we…” Her voice trails off into a moan as your body teases some nerve inside her womb -- it’s hard to talk as her heat swells, an electric tingle rushing beneath her fur. “W-we hadn’t planned for another pup, b-but I wanted to give Jamie a special graduation, he earned it, and…”

Alistair laughs, gently. “You really are worked up, I could smell you from downstairs…” The coyote comes closer, kneeling down at the foot of the bed. “Shh, it’s okay love, I understand. Jamie was so special, if anyone deserved to be a puddle of foxcream it was him…” Alistair lovingly strokes one paw down his wife’s flank, admiring her soft fur and your fetally-curled form within. “I’ve got you both, I’ll take care of everything…”

Mira whines, low in her throat, as her husband gently caresses her: he knows exactly how to touch her, his paws strong and solid but never rough, and she leans into his touch with relief, wanting -- needing -- more. The vixen’s heat sings in her veins, every touch seems electric -- and somehow, you feel the same rush of desire, as if Mira’s heat is contagious somehow. It’s getting less and less clear where your skin ends and the sloshing womb-full of vixen-cream begins, you feel arousal pounding in your ears…

Alistair lays Mira out on the bed, with one of her paws pinned above her head and the other left free for her to help touch herself… Alistair strokes up and down her gorgeous body, feeling her curves arch up to meet him, her hips rolling beneath his paws, seeing how worked up she is and how dazed with lust she gets. Mira lets out a needy, overwhelmed whimper, almost like a kit, and Alistair murmurs in her ear, “Shhh, I’ve got you, it’s okay…” The coyote slowly but steadily moves down the vixen’s body, gently tracing his thumbs through the fur over her ribs, and sweeping downward to part her thighs so he can fit his muzzle between them… As he parts her labia, there’s a rush of scent that makes Alistair’s nose twitch and his pupils dilate: a rich, musky, almost-floral scent he can taste on his tongue, saturating the bedroom until the air seems humid…

Mira muffles a keening whimper as Alistair lowers his muzzle between her spread legs, the rough surface of his tongue gently stroking over the soft, slick-soaked fur of her thighs. On the inside you feel Mira’s womb clench and twitch with each touch of the coyote’s tongue, as her husband expertly works her open. Alistair pushes his muzzle deeper into her folds, you feel the pressure of his snout through the womb walls… and suddenly Mira jumps and yelps at the feeling of a cold, wet canine nose nuzzling between her folds, a sharp contrast to his hot breath and her inner heat… Mira growls with playful irritation, and Alistair looks up with a mix of lust and unrepentant mischief in his eyes.

You reach down, trying to touch your cock and join the fun, but realize with a vague shock that you can’t seem to find it. It’s already melted into more of the foxcream enveloping you, you hadn’t even noticed. You almost feel disappointed and left out… Except in that moment, you realize that while you can’t pleasure yourself, Mira is already taking care of things for you. Your nerves sing in harmony with hers, the more you start to sink into her rising fluids. The vixen’s heart is beating in time with yours, you feel your skin tingle with phantom touches in the same places where she’s being touched, and you feel your pleasure mounting with hers. Though you’re curled inside her, it feels like you’re participating and being touched with love, just as much as your predator. You’re along for the ride, as Mira gets closer to her climax… and while you can’t touch yourself, from the inside you can touch her even better. And that feels like even more of a privilege…

As Mira gets more and more excited, she impatiently puts a paw on the back of Alistair’s neck, pulling the coyote forward to use his muzzle like a dildo -- she feels the cold hardness of his canine teeth gently tracing along the skin of her cunt, his licks interspersed with gentle nips to the inside of her thighs… You hear the vixen’s breathing accelerate: with each short, sharp panting breath, her lungs press down on you, crushing a little more of you into foxy femcum, to mix with the sea of fluid around you. Every time Mira moves, she softens you a little further. The vixen’s womb compresses you from all sides as Mira arches her back and grinds her hips into Alistair’s face: you feel how his muzzle presses against you through the walls, you feel how Mira’s womb clenches around you as Alistair pushes her towards her climax…

You’re vibrating with excitement -- the only thing between you and a puddle of vulpine cream is how quickly Mira can reach her orgasm… You do your best to squirm and push your rapidly softening body against her sensitive nerves from the inside, you hear Mira panting and begging, “P-please, please love… I’m so…” The vixen yelps as Alistair hits a particularly sensitive spot. “S-so close, please…” Alistair is panting too, burying his muzzle between Mira's legs. With his tongue stroking her labia and circling her clit, and with you grinding against her g-spot from the inside, Mira can’t hold out any longer -- you feel the vixen’s muscles tense in anticipation for the final crunch, ready to crush you into a puddle of foxcream on the bedsheets…

In that last instant, your last moment alive -- somehow you’re certain that by the end of the night, Alistair’s beautiful coyote cock will be knotted in the same place you are now. You’re the reason Mira’s panting and begging in heat, you’re the reason Vicky will be getting a new baby sibling. Maybe that pup will be a beautiful vixen like Mira, she'll eat lots of tasty humans if she's anything like her big sister… Or maybe a hungry little coyote-boy, like his father. This is the end for you, but you’ll be giving Mira and Alistair someone to remember you by. After all, breakfast leaves by the back door after a couple hours… but memories of the pleasure you gave to Mira? The heat you caused, the pup you helped conceive? Those are forever. And honestly, you don't think there's any higher purpose you could have served as part of your graduation…

Mira gives a helpless, full-throated, high-pitched moan, one paw desperately gripping the bedsheets and the other gripping the back of Alistair’s neck like a vise… As the overwhelmed vixen finally reaches her climax, her whole body tenses up: her toes curl, her chest is tight as she breathes in brief gasps, her whole body clenches under the pressure of her euphoric bliss… And deep in the heart of Mira’s body, your softened form is finally crushed into a thick, sticky puddle of foxcream. Like a burst grapefruit under the pressure of her orgasm, you come splashing out from her loins, onto the sheets and all across Alistair's muzzle, staining his fur pink. The coyote splutters for a minute, his whole face suddenly soaked in a deluge of his wife’s cream: you’re messily dripping down his muzzle and matting the fur of his chest, he’ll need a shower. But he murrs with appreciation as he swallows a mouthful of your delicious new form, halfheartedly (and futilely) trying to lick his muzzle clean. You made quite a mess: you’re dripping down Mira’s thighs, staining the sheets, and collecting in a puddle on the floor -- they’ll definitely need to do some cleaning, but that can wait until tomorrow.

Alistair grins as he feels something caught in his teeth, and with one claw he picks loose your collar and drops it onto the cream-soaked sheets to join the rest of you. He returns his attention to Mira, gently stroking his beloved vixen’s now-flat belly, as she slowly, pantingly comes down from her orgasm… Alistair leans forward to gently kiss his wife’s lips, and caresses her cheek with one paw… “You doing okay, darling?” Mira nods, exhausted, and Alistair smiles. “You haven’t looked -- or smelled! -- that wonderful since that night in the wildflowers, love. The night of your first heat, before Vicky was born…”

Mira laughs, breathlessly -- she’s not done with her heat, not by a long shot, but it’s faded into the background a little. Basking in the afterglow, the vixen lazily lowers one paw between her legs to paw at the warm, sticky cream between her thighs, slowly dripping onto the sheets and onto the floor… Panting a little, she murmurs, “From what I remember of our first mating, we didn’t plan on having Vicky result from it…”

The coyote’s cock twitches at the memory -- Mira straddling his hips in a field of wildflowers, a gentle twilight breeze in between their panting, heat-soaked bodies… “Well, even if we didn’t plan for her, she’s the best thing that ever happened to us…”

Mira nods, floating in a post-orgasm haze. “Agreed… Even if she gets on my nerves sometimes…”

Alistair laughs guiltily. “I might have to go apologize to her… When I said I’d ‘handle’ you filling the whole house with heat-scent, I don’t think she expected to hear us fucking like rabbits…”

Mira pulls Alistair forward into a kiss, and whispers in his ear, “So, my darling coyote… How do you feel about a second pup?” Alistair doesn’t need any other encouragement: he climbs up onto the bed, returning the kiss and eagerly thrusting into his beautiful heat-stricken foxy wife. Neither canid pays you any mind: you’re just a messy, sticky puddle on their sheets, and their floor, and their fur. Maybe tomorrow Mira will bundle up her sheets, bring them to the graduation ceremony as a substitute for your attendance…

But for now, you’re simply dripping onto the floor of the bedroom, exactly where you were always meant to be…

Originally Published: 13-Jan-2021