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It was a normal day at the governor’s mansion, until the tentative knock at the door.
Lying on the couch with a paw over her eyes, governor Diane Foxington groaned. She’d never dare show such a lack of decorum where anyone could see, but here in her home, with nobody but her lupine lover present? The poor vixen had enough damn tasks on her plate today, she had earned that groan fair and square. A high school graduation speech, the public library fund, upgrades to the municipal waste processing center, the greenhouse gas regulations meeting…
Diane didn’t think she could handle even one more source of stress. The overworked red fox hadn’t even had time to grab some breakfast from the fridge before her first meeting of the day.
The thought of breakfast made her stomach turn over. Would it be cricket-burgers today, or tofu sandwiches? Neither sounded particularly appetizing, but she’d given up eating meat several years ago… around the same time she’d given up her exploits as the Crimson Paw.
The public commitment to sustainable food production had earned some extra votes, which had been a pleasant surprise. But in truth she’d given up meat for more… personal reasons, ones stemming from a desire to put her Crimson Paw life behind her. She didn’t regret her time as the World’s Greatest Thief, of course, but apart from that little Professor Marmalade incident two years back, she hadn’t… indulged in a decade. And she didn’t regret that decision, she told herself. She was a new vixen now, on the right side of the law.
The knock on the front door happened again. More insistently this time.
Diane groaned louder -- though not quite loud enough to be heard through the thick oak door -- and managed to extricate herself from that sinfully comfortable couch she’d… liberated from a rival’s secret lair a couple years back. Though her thieving days were in the past, Diane did still have the guilty pleasure of a memento or two. She was just… sentimental like that.
“Wolfy, we have a visitor!” she called, toward the opulent bedroom behind her. A sleepy groan matching her own was the only response she earned from Mr. Wolf -- or rather, Mr. Foxington, these days. “If you walk out naked in front of a Senator again, dear, I don’t care that we’re married: I’ll skin you and turn you into a very fashionable fur rug. I mean it this time…”
(Though to be fair, that last senator had just paused, looked her naked paramour up and down for a moment, and said “Nice.” before sitting down to negotiate. The terms were rather starkly to Diane’s advantage, in fact… and arguably she had her husband to thank for that. But still. They both had to maintain their dignity, they weren’t animals. Or rather, they were, but…)
But enough reminiscing, the vixen thought irritably. Right now, Diane just needed to handle this one little thing, then she could get back to her (tragically) brief nap between meetings.
But as she pulled the door open, she was greeted by a familiar -- if unwelcome -- sight. There was a goddess-damned reporter waiting on her front steps, clutching a plain manila folder as desperately as a drowning man might clutch a life preserver.
Diane allowed herself the luxury of a small internal scream. She didn’t have a press conference scheduled for this morning, so clearly she’d need to just politely explain that there had been a mistake, and this reporter would just go away and leave her in peace. Then she could return to her interrupted nap, short as it might be, before her infernal meetings began once again.
“Ah, hello! I’m sorry to keep you waiting, but I’m afraid my schedule is quite full today. And I can’t make any time for an interview…” Diane attempted, her paw still on the door. “Perhaps you could talk to my secretary. I’m sure he could find a way to slip you into my schedule somewhere, in one of the ten-minute breaks I get between all my meetings.”
The reporter blushed, and his next words came out as a stammer. Almost imperceptibly, Diane narrowed her eyes -- her natural instincts, honed by years as a thief, the ones that had never failed her during a heist… they were all screaming that something was wrong, that somehow she was in danger, that she needed to tread carefully, not even a single pawstep out of place.
Like walking through a laser minefield, on her way to steal the Golden Dolphin. Hypothetically.
Diane was a master at keeping feelings hidden -- a valuable skill for both thieves and politicians. But as a fox, it was hard to keep her ears from twitching back, and her tail fluffing out.
Foxes were terrible at poker.
Luckily, the reporter didn’t notice Diane’s lack of composure: he seemed to have other things on his mind. Finally, he managed to stammer, “C-can I come in? I have to talk to you about, uh, some important details about the…” (He leaned in to whisper.) “The Crimson Paw case…”
Well, fuck.
Out of the corner of her eye, Diane saw a familiar wolf muzzle poking out from their bedroom, and surreptitiously made a “go away” gesture with one paw. No matter how badly this went, no matter how damning the evidence this reporter had dug up, she would not see her darling husband implicated in any of her crimes. He didn’t deserve to go back to jail, he was a changed wolf.
(Also, they were her crimes. Single-pawed jobs, by a young vixen who didn’t need no man. She loved her darling Wolfy, but he didn’t get to borrow any street-cred from her solo career.)
Diane forced a friendly smile onto her muzzle. Smile #7, the one for the campaign trail, when she’s being the Vixen You Could Just Get A Beer With (trademark pending). “Oh, of course! I always love hearing from… concerned citizens. Please, come in. I’m sure I can make time for a topic of such personal interest. But let’s still be quick, I’m busy. And can we talk off the record? I should probably wait for my legal counsel to give any official statements.”
“Um, if it’s a topic of such personal interest to you, maybe we could… spend more than a few minutes together talking it over?” the reporter asked, with a deepening blush. “I wanted t-to explore a few specific topics in depth. I-it might take a few hours from start to flus--”
Diane cocked her head ever so slightly to the side.
Huh.
“To finish!” the human squeaked. “I meant to say ‘finish’. From start to finish. Y-yeah.”
Yeah, no, not even her darling Wolfy was that bad of a liar. The fur on the back of Diane’s neck stood up nervously. What kind of trap was this? The vixen decided to remain politely casual, if only because it allowed her to vent a touch of her genuine frustration at the interruption.
Diane sighed, waving the reporter inside, then plopping her butt down on the couch she’d been napping on just a few brief, distant moments ago. The human looked stricken and rather… lost, standing around awkwardly until the vixen patted the cushion right next to her. As if on instinct, the human instantly, obediently sat down. All cozy and up-close and personal.
Very up-close-and-personal, in fact.
Time to test something, Diane thought.
The vixen leaned over, brushing up against his shoulder as she pulled the coffee table closer.
Instantly, the human went stiff as a board. Diane could nearly see the poor man start sweating.
Interesting. Nervous, or…? Diane took a deep breath, sampling the air with her sensitive vulpine snoot. For a moment, plausible deniability aside, she wished Wolfy was there with her. His nose was far finer than her own, it was part of how he always kept one paw-step ahead. But beneath the sweat, and the sour smell of overwhelmed nervous energy… was that a hint of arousal?
Very interesting.
Still, no matter her guest’s current mood, there were bigger issues to resolve. Legal issues.
“So, tell me -- I’m no Chief of Police, which is a very good thing for my blood pressure.” They both shared a laugh, which only sounded a little forced. “But I thought the Crimson Paw was caught. Wasn’t Professor Marmalade holding that, uh, Zumzungo Diamond thingie when he was arrested? As far as I know, the Crimson Paw file has been officially closed.”
(Not that Diane could ever actually forget the Zumpango Diamond, one of the greatest heists of her past-life, but perhaps a bit of playing dumb might keep her from looking too suspicious. Now was not the time to seem overly familiar with the specific items, ah… borrowed by the Crimson Paw. And besides, it was now back in the museum after that whole guinea pig debacle, so she’d basically returned it… accidentally. Shame, really: it would have made a great wedding ring…)
“Oh yes, the Zumpango Diamond. I-I wanted to talk about that too, yes.”
(On second thought, did it only make her more suspicious? He seemed so clumsy… a little too clumsy. Each ‘naïve mistake’ only made her more nervous: what level was this guy playing at?)
“I’m sorry, I’m all muddled up actually meeting you, because…” The human trailed off, and his blush deepened. “Well, I’ve wanted to say this for a very long time now. It took almost two years for me t-to work up my c-courage…” He blinked, belatedly realizing: “W-wait, I never said my name. I’m, um, Liam. Hi…?”
Whatever information he was after, Diane felt a certain gentle sympathy for this poor guy. The human certainly seemed pretty inexperienced. She’d felt the same panic right before her first heist. Maybe he was just a pawn? The vixen put a comforting paw on his wrist, and once again he just froze. “Take your time, okay Liam? Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
The human nodded. “Well, l-lemme just look through my notes. Then we can, uh…” He hurriedly riffled through his manila folder, before pulling out a yellowed piece of paper. “Well, this is a travel itinerary for Professor Marmalade from twelve years ago, on the night the Zumpango Diamond was stolen from the Swiss royal jewel vault. Uh, the second time.”
(One of the Crimson Paw’s all-time best heists, in Diane’s humble opinion. But the worst thing about being a master criminal was that she could never brag. Any pride had to stay on the inside.)
“Well, if you look here at the itinerary, you can see that Professor Marmalade was in the middle of a speech when the diamond got stolen, more than three thousand miles away.”
Shit. Well, that’s okay, she could talk her way around that.
“A-and when he was getting carried away, he pointed at you, and said you were the real Crimson Paw. Now, after the whole Bad Guys scandal, I know we can’t believe anything that he said. But I was curious with how the facts didn’t line up, and I started digging, and…” Liam fiddled through his notes again, and slowly (shyly) laid out a set of photographs.
Shit-shit-shit.
Slowly, the contents of the manila envelope were revealed, face-up on the coffee table.
Diane in her Crimson Paw outfit, breaking into the S.U.C.M. prison. The vixen swallowed rather nervously. She’d short-circuited the cameras before unmasking; she might have been a bit rusty but she still wasn’t an amateur, but apparently they’d had hardwired backups somewhere.
Diane at the mansion, lying unconscious after Wolfy got sticky fingers and tripped an insultingly obvious trap. She’d been knocked out, so of course she had no idea if there’d been cameras, but she’d assumed that with the mansion destroyed, all the evidence was gone. Apparently not.
Diane nearly being minced by the death trap before the Bad Guys arrived like knights in shining armor. The vixen couldn’t resist the slightest of smiles at that last one. Happy memories.
“Oh…” the vixen said at last. There was really nothing else to be said, especially not with her mind racing. This was a lot of very strong evidence, even with one last photo still face-down.
After a moment of barely-suppressed panic, Diane decided it was best to keep her muzzle shut until she figured out exactly what this “Liam” impostor was after. Was that even his real name? Perhaps he was a cat’s-paw (or rather, uh, a fox’s-paw?) of one of her old rivals in the crime business, who still held a grudge after all these years. But which old enemy, and why? Liam hadn’t given so much as a hint away. It was a masterful degree of control that she, as a fellow rogue, could appreciate. She’d need to walk carefully, this “innocent house guest” was clearly nothing of the sort: he was such a skilled deceiver that she couldn’t even sense a lie.
“Yeah.” Liam said, looking awkward -- though of course, Diane was certain he was feigning this “oh gee, oh shucks” awkward-shy persona… perfectly crafted as it might be. “Right? Who’d have thought that our beloved governor was the notorious thief who captured the hearts and minds of the nation for years: never caught, never unmasked, never outplayed?”
Damn, what did this guy want? What was he after? He was emphasizing her skills, perhaps he wanted her to do a last job on behalf of his mysterious employer? No, that didn’t fit, he’d talked about the public being shocked. Was he just out to expose her? Why all this cloak-and-dagger? Come on, what could she say that wouldn’t just make things worse? Let’s see…
“Well… With all this, I suppose you’d want to bring me to have a chat with the police chief.” she said, beginning to stand as she considered the card she’d just played. Good: no confessions, a chance to discover his motives. Did he want to bring me in, Diane thought, or--
“W-wait, Miss Foxington -- I mean, um, Miss Paw…”
Diane snorted, despite herself, remaining seated at his bequest.
Liam swallowed nervously -- or perhaps eagerly. He hadn’t really expected to get this far so smoothly. And if things continued to plan, he’d end up making out very smoothly by the end, or at least he hoped he would. “I-I wasn’t quite finished. There’s something more I wanted to ask you. Once I realized the, uh, scandalous truth, I did some more digging. And once I knew the Crimson Paw was a vixen, and connected the dots with a cold case or two…” Liam blushed, shifting around on the couch. “I found this.”
[Vore talk]
Liam reached forward, and turned over the last photo: a grainy picture of a full-bellied Crimson Paw, lazily relaxing against a wall and picking a soggy pair of underwear out of her teeth.
Diane’s cheeks turned even deeper crimson -- red fur, over an even brighter red blush.
“Oh.” the vixen said again. Quieter this time.
“Yeah.”
She hadn’t even told Wolfy about that part of her life. But everything came out, sooner or later.
Her vulpine mind raced even faster now. She’d been tricked, and this was bad. No, this had moved past “bad” straight to “worse”. Her clever “take me to the police” gambit had been neatly turned against her in an instant, because she’d dug her own burrow by suggesting it. He must have anticipated her, and perfectly countered. She couldn’t back out now, not if she wanted to maintain an image of confused innocence. But with this photo, she’d be admitting to FAR more serious crimes than mere robbery, the kind that got her life in prison… or worse. Damn and damnation, this “Liam” was good. She’d been checkmated, she wasn’t too proud to admit.
There was a long moment of silence, as Diane’s tail twitched nervously back and forth.
“Was that a fellow thief, a dastardly competitor you showed some gastric justice?” Liam asked, finally breaking the silence with an odd amount of… enthusiasm. “Or a lover’s quarrel gone wrong, some horny male fox who bit off more than he could chew? Or the Crimson Paw showing a rival just how outclassed he was? A police officer who got closer to the truth than he intended? Or uh, j-just maybe…” Liam blushed. “M-maybe a reporter like me, who dug up too much, then showed up at your house without any kind of backup plan?”
Damn! What was this guy after!?
He was toying with her, had her pinned like a butterfly, and she still didn’t have a hint of a clue.
Diane laughed, even as she internally vibrated with frustration. “You’ve certainly got an active imagination, dear,” she said in her best bemused tone. Feign confusion, parry with humor, dig for answers without admitting anything. That would hold him off for a moment, give her time to think: the best she could do in this difficult circumstance. She was running out of cards to play.
“Yeah, I’ve thought about this picture a lot,” Liam said. It sounded oddly like a confession, but she was a bit too preoccupied to notice. Besides, she couldn’t trust anything from the mouth of such a skilled, slick manipulator. She knew every word was a lie, he was unspeakably sly…
He’d had time to prepare his strategy and back her into a corner, but she was getting blindsided and forced to think on her paws. What could she do? If he had dirt like that on her, who knows what else he might have. There were even darker things lurking in her past: he might even have her (ugh) tax returns. She’d ripped the tags of mattresses, too. He couldn’t be allowed to know that. Whatever this was, she needed to make it go away, and fast.
She glanced nervously over the pictures, and then at Liam, but came up empty. And speaking of empty, her absent breakfast was not helping her think straight. Curse her busy schedule!
For a moment the thought crossed her mind that she might try stuffing him into her belly and solve both problems, but that would be crossing a line even the Crimson Paw hadn’t touched, let alone the long-reformed Diane Foxington. She’d sooner walk herself into jail than go that far. Besides, that last line of his about ‘showing up at her house without any kind of backup plan’ was clearly designed to lull her into a false sense of security, and she wasn’t that gullible.
What kind of mastermind would walk into the house of a known predator, planning to blackmail her, without a solid plan to avoid a gurgly, digestive ending? That would be a shocking level of naïveté, it would make no sense. Diane had to assume she was being outplayed, somehow.
But even as Diane had been frantically plotting, Liam was still speaking. “I’d, um, much rather hear the real story, over my imagination,” he urged awkwardly, clearly eyeing that last photo.
Diane sighed. One thing was for sure, he wanted her to talk. And in the spot he had her, she didn’t have a choice. Besides, how could she make things worse at this point? Silver lining, at least she finally had a chance to be open and get all that emotional baggage off her chest. Of course, most of the physical baggage had been worked off her chest years ago at the gym.
“That guy there?” The vixen poked one claw at the photo on the coffee table. “He was the first human I ever ate. He was a mugger, maybe worse. I had just finished robbing a local bank -- a bit stereotypical, I know, it wasn’t my best work, but we all have to start our crime sprees somewhere -- and I saw him threatening a girl in an alley. A vixen like me.”
Liam just waited politely, but his hand seemed magnetically drawn between his legs. Every few seconds he’d pull it away, to casually fiddle with a pillow or cushion, but it always drifted back.
What did he have hidden down there, out of sight?! Ugh! It didn’t matter at this point: he was holding all the cards, and Diane couldn’t figure out a darn thing. He kept listening expectantly, so the vixen kept talking. Maybe somehow, her famous silver tongue would get her out of this.
“In truth, I hadn’t planned to be a vigilante. I never stole to protect people, I just wanted the thrill of the heist. I made a whole career out of staying hidden, and not leaving any evidence.” The vixen’s voice lowered, until it became a husky growl. “But I couldn’t just stand by, and let that poor girl get hurt. And I just… went feral for a moment. And when I came back to myself, I was back in my apartment with a full belly. And well…” The vixen shrugged. “That night, I slept better than I had in years.” Then she hastily corrected, “Not because of -- I mean, I always sleep well after a filling meal, of course, but that night I really felt like I helped someone. It felt… good. I felt good.”
“Intervening in a mugging, while carrying loot, risking your life to help someone else?” Liam interjected shyly. “Well in my book, um… That makes you a hero, not just a vigilante.”
Blackmail and now compliments!? Who was this ‘Liam’ guy!? Who was he working for!? Was he working for anyone!? At least that last bit hinted at the edge of a motive. He was probably just stringing her along, but maybe if she kept going he’d monologue too, and let something slip?
“The next day, I just felt… lighter.” She winced. “Well, heavier, as the scale counts things, but emotionally lighter. It was… a new experience.” Diane shrugged. “I took a dangerous criminal off the streets. Not the ‘could be nice, if given a chance’ kind of criminal, like my husband -- just a human thug taking advantage of an innocent vixen. Good riddance.”
Liam blinked. He must have misheard. “Wait, wait. Back up. You’re dating Mr. Wolf??” He turned his poorly-disguised laugh into a cough. “More than that, you two got married? What about the legal aspect, wouldn’t people claim that your pardon was biased?”
Diane’s ears drooped. Her tail twitched nervously: she couldn’t believe the Crimson Paw didn’t know how to keep her muzzle shut! She was trying to get him to reveal useful information, not the other way around! And now she’d roped Wolfy into all this!? Diane scolded herself, feeling herself fray and her fur fluff under the pressure. Maybe she was more rusty than she thought, or maybe the Crimson Paw was finally meeting her match. How diabolical this ‘Liam’ was…
“Well, we kept the ceremony quiet, for obvious reasons.” she defended. “But is that really what’s relevant right now, while we’re talking about me robbing and eating people??”
“I-I just want to get the whole story,” Liam lied. “For, uh, journalistic integrity reasons…?”
Diane made a noise that, from a less refined vixen, might be considered a snort. “Ah, yes, of course. Journalistic integrity.” (She cocked an eyebrow at Liam’s tenting jeans. Yet another baffling clue. Did this guy get off on bringing cunning super-criminals to their knees?) “Either way, with those photos floating around, who I’m dating is the least of my problems.”
“Oh! Um, I-I hope you won't consider all this too big a problem once we’re done,” Liam apologized, only confounding the vixen further. “Y-you said he was the first person you ate? …Were there more, then?” The human sounded excited, and as Diane realized there was no point or possibility of dancing around that particular question, her ears began to droop again.
“Never anyone who wasn’t already shit to begin with…” the vixen answered, partially as a reminder to herself. Oddly enough, Liam blushed, and his shy-sounding stammer intensified.
“D-do…” He had to take a moment to breathe. “Do you ever think about doing it again?”
The vixen felt an old, familiar jolt of excitement at the thought. Eating someone was a… unique experience, but… “As the governor, I prefer to help people legally. After all, no matter how ‘good’ it felt stealing diamonds and eating the occasional criminal, it feels even better to be good. It makes my tail wag.” She sighed. “But to answer your real question, I haven’t… indulged since I set down the Crimson Paw mantle. I’ve even gone vegan, you know.”
“N-not even someone willing?” Liam squeaked. “I mean, uh, those must exist. Right??”
Diane couldn’t resist rolling her eyes, despite her general standoffish nervousness. “It’s not like I can just order willing prey from a restaurant menu, you know. No, I’ve never… tried that.”
“Oh, well, um, of course! But I mean, do you ever want to do something like that again?”
“I’ll admit, the Crimson Paw’s life was much more exciting than Governor Foxington’s endless meetings. And no matter how many urban renewal and neighborhood watch programs I sign off on, it’s not quite the same as taking matters into my own two paws.”
You’re not helping yourself here, Diane, she told herself, even as her mouth kept moving.
But before she could clarify just how much she was committed to her now straight and narrow lifestyle, Liam interjected. “No, I mean, do you ever want to, um, eat people again?”
Yes, she couldn’t deny there was some desire there, that old rush, those big, warm bellies she used to cradle through the night as they slowly, pleasurably shrank. And it had been so damn hard to go back to cricket-burgers and tofu, after a filling, satisfying diet of criminals! But… that was back then! She was a changed vixen, she’d never want to do anything like that now, and…
And at that exact moment, her stomach gave a rather loud and very poorly timed rumble. Diane winced. “Sorry, um, I never had breakfast,” she said, trying to avoid answering the question.
“W-well, on that subject… um…” Liam braced himself, blushing as he collected his thoughts.
Diane got the sense he was choosing his words carefully -- perfect, she would finally learn what this sly human really wanted. Then, with that knowledge, she could make an escape plan.
“T-this is the only copy of this photo.” Liam told Diane at last. “I haven’t given any of this evidence to anyone else. It’s all right here.” The human took a deep breath, his eyes looking up at the vixen shyly. “I’m… I’m the only one who knows…”
What… what was he getting at? Why would he only keep a single copy? Why would he tell her that!? Was he trying to trick her into stealing it? Did he want a payoff? A blowjob? WHAT!?
“I’m the only one who knows,” Liam repeated. “You could just swallow me whole, and the secret would never get out. A-and neither would I.”
That struck her twofold, not only because she couldn’t possibly, for the life of her, figure out what in the world he could have to gain by encouraging her to try and eat him, but also because she was genuinely, morally insulted. Diane wasn’t the Big Bad Fox anymore, she was just… her.
“I would never.” Diane said firmly. “That part of my life is over. I won’t hurt people again. Just-just take me to jail already! You know what, I know the way, don’t I?” Diane stood up. Whatever punishment she’d get, it couldn't be worse than whatever crazy, maniacal scheme this mastermind had cooked up. Forcing her to make some witnesses ‘disappear’, perhaps? Even in her Crimson Paw days, she’d never hurt anyone innocent, and she wasn’t planning to start now.
“W-wait! Let’s talk this out!” Liam said desperately. “Think about your legacy, all the good you’re doing every day. If you were arrested, not only would all your urban renewal and climate policies be disgraced, it would ripple to all the criminals you’ve rehabilitated and redeemed… including your husband, and his friends. They’d go back to being pariahs.”
The vixen stopped in her tracks. He was right; he had her pegged again. So much good would be undone. Goddess knew what her dear mischievous Wolfy would get up to without her there.
He clearly didn’t want her going to the police. So what DID he want then!?
Diane Foxington, the Crimson Paw, the most cunning, devious, gorgeous thief in all of America, if not the world, racked her brain and came up empty. What did he want? What did he want?!
WHAT DID HE WANT!?
“Ugh! What do you want!?” the vixen blurted out, finally letting her facade slip for a moment.
Liam seemed quite startled, shrinking back into her couch… but eventually he seemed to find a touch of courage. He took a breath, and forced out the words: “I want you to eat me.”
“…What,” was all Diane could manage.
“I want you to eat me,” Liam repeated, more firmly this time.
“You… you want me to--” she repeated dumbfoundedly. Her head was spinning: this was way off the map from any response she’d expected. Her intricately constructed web of suspicion and motives instantly fell apart. Did he… need her to commit a fresh offense? Murder by digestion didn’t exactly have a statute of limitations, not to mention he wouldn’t be, you know, alive to tell the tale. No, no plan made sense for him if one of the steps was becoming fox fat. “You mean, like, swallow you and spit you back out?” she tried. Not that she would have agreed to that request any more easily, but at least that would make more sense than… whatever this was.
Liam blushed. He’d almost hoped that he’d been wrong: then he’d go home all chastened and contrite, having earned a libel suit for his trouble. But he’d taken the leap now. If he stuck with his current plan, he wouldn’t be going home at all. Or rather, he’d be moving into a very different sort of home, only to be evicted a few hours later. “No, Miss Paw, I… I want to be your meal.”
“My--” A hint of a smile crept onto her muzzle at the thought, but she quickly shooed it away. This was all part of his evil manipulative plot, right? It had to be. He was teasing at her most deeply buried urges: he wanted her to give in and eat him, so he could… So he could… Um…
Honestly, Diane couldn’t think of a single advantage he’d gain from that, certainly nothing better than the leverage he already had.
…Did he really just want to be…?
“The photos? The evidence?” she asked, half to herself.
“Well, I-I wasn’t really sure how you’d feel about the idea, so…” He blushed. “So, um, I thought maybe if I could put you in a position where you had a good reason, or didn’t really have much of a choice…” He shifted his position shyly. “Then you might, you know?”
It all started to make sense. Or rather, it all started to sound totally, completely insane, but a logically consistent sort of insanity. He… Did he really come here, just hoping that she would…
“But you seem so righteous on the subject,” Liam continued, growing a smile (and a fresh blush). “Beautiful and virtuous. Ready to turn yourself in, rather than take another life.”
(Darn right she was! And she’d worked hard to reach that high level of morality -- barring those one or two cheat days, of course, like when she’d suited up again to save her now-husband.)
“So, maybe I should have just asked you? I didn’t know how, but…” Liam said helplessly. “Would… Would you please eat me, Miss Crimson Paw?”
Oh, those words hit hard in some deeply vulpine places. But Diane’s mind was quick to jump in with some rational thoughts, even as she tried to steady her swirling emotions.
“Oh, come on, I mean, you can’t possibly mean that for real, right?” she said, partially as an attempt to convince herself. “I mean, why in the world would you want to get eaten?? Digested? End up as a big belly bulge, and a layer of fox-fat?” Diane stopped herself with a blush, as long-suppressed desire started leaking into her words.
Liam only blushed harder, both hands moving to cover his crotch. Oh Goddess, he was into the idea, she realized. Like, really into the idea.
“You-- you know you’d die, right?” Diane attempted. “This isn’t some online fantasy story on some kinky website. We’re talking melted away. Gone. Erased. Nothing left.”
“You sound like you speak from experience,” Liam replied dreamily, imagining for a moment the uncounted other meals she’d ‘melted away’ inside her belly.
Seeing as everything she said only seemed to encourage him more somehow, the vixen’s mind returned again to that one burning question: “But-- but why?”
“I’ve just… I’ve admired you for years! As far back as I can remember…” Liam admitted. “I even bought all your action figures when I was a kid…”
Diane covered her eyes in utter despair. “Oh goddess, don’t tell me that you saw that old animated show, it was so bad! I didn’t even get royalties, until I broke in to take my cut.”
“Well I… I loved watching it. Though, it’s really nothing compared to the real thing…”
Diane’s tail gave a little wag at the compliment. The vixen turned around to glare at it.
“And y-you… you were my first teenage crush~” Liam continued shyly, blushing the whole time. “I mean, you’re the Crimson Paw. You used to be the greatest thief in the world!”
“Still am,” she corrected primly. Her tail gave a few more wags from all the flattering attention.
“There was nowhere you couldn’t go, nothing you couldn’t steal. Nobody ever figured out all your tricks. You were a living legend!” Liam blushed: it was bizarre to stand in front of his lifelong celebrity crush and just admit stuff like this. “And I want to be part of that story, literally. I want to be part of you. Besides, when I first figured out the truth… I may have gotten a little overexcited. I creamed my pants at work. I had to call out sick, so I could go home and, uh… deal with some ‘journalistic inspiration’, if you know what I mean.”
“Okay, okay, I don’t need to hear all that.” Diane interrupted, now with a blush of her own.
There was a long pause.
“By the Goddess…” she finally mumbled in despair, a paw over her eyes. “The only reporter clever enough to discover my past… and he’s a goddess-damned voraphile.”
“So, um, please?” Liam asked again at last, pleading. “I promise I won’t struggle.”
“That’s really not the point…” Diane told him, failing to hide the rising grin of excitement. She hadn’t had any difficulty keeping down a rowdy human back in the day. But… those days were ‘back’ for a reason. Taking a life was wrong! Especially some innocent reporter. She couldn’t off him just for some breakfast… but all the cricket-burgers in the freezer couldn’t compare to the living, breathing gourmet meal in front of her, literally begging to slip down her throat. “This is just… wrong. It’s bad. It’s bad, and I’m good now.” She didn’t sound entirely convinced.
Her belly rumbled. It definitely didn’t sound convinced. It told her to simply reach out, and--
Diane desperately pushed down the intoxicating thought.
“But… but I want this,” Liam said, sounding almost confused. “A-and it sounds like you do too, so… Would it really be bad? You’d be helping me fulfill the dream of a lifetime! And I’d be giving you a good meal, at least I-I hope so. A-aren’t those both… good things?”
Oh, he’d make a great meal, she absolutely was sure of that. The best breakfast she’d have had in years, or lunch or dinner for that matter. All nice and warmed tucked away tightly in her--
Oh, cut it out, Diane! she thought. You know you can’t! Well, I mean, you can, but--
“It’s not really ‘taking’ a life if I’m giving it to you, right? Please!?”
Damn it, he was so eagerly desperate that even her good side wanted to consider his request.
…Maybe… Maybe it wasn’t so bad… in this particular case? Just think of all the good it would accomplish: keeping her and her husband safely in the clear, so she could continue all her good deeds as Governor. Of course, she’d have to move her schedule around a bit, and switch all her meetings over to video-chat for the rest of the afternoon, but having to take a pseudo-vacation wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. And then, of course, there was the spectacular meal in it for her, and the fulfillment of his crazy lifelong obsession, or whatever. And the downsides? Well, there was the whole ‘him dying’ thing, but he really didn’t seem to mind. And, yeah, that didn’t make it any less illegal, but she’d known herself to step outside the law for the greater good before. Who knows what might have befallen her dear, sweet Wolfy otherwise?
Diane looked at him, and for the first time a bit of hunger crept into her eyes. Now, she no longer saw just a ‘house guest’ or even a person, but a potential meal. A bit of giddy excitement leaked out from some long-buried place, from deep within the vixen’s body. Her tail wagged a few more times even as she chewed her lip, deep in indecision.
“You… you’re sure about this? It’s not too late for you to turn me in, you know. Take me to jail, and accept your ‘fabulous reward’…” Diane made air quotes as she referenced one of her old wanted posters: at this point, she was quite sure Liam was familiar with all that trivia.
“The only ‘fabulous reward’ I want is down your throat~” Liam promised the reluctant fox.
“Flatterer…” she said, with a guilty smile. How dare he make her blush like that. “To be clear: as soon as you’re inside, it’ll be a one-way trip. No turning back, even if you change your mind. You need to know what you’re signing up for. You’ll be fox-fat and fox-shit. Nobody will ever know where you disappeared to -- I’m very good at covering my tracks.”
Such crass language. She could feel herself starting to slip deeper into the idea, even as she let her Crimson Paw persona slowly envelop her: like slipping back into that sleek black costume.
“Apparently not that good at disposing of the evidence,” Liam teased, gesturing toward the photos on the table. He could feel her swaying in his direction; the human was nearly glowing with eagerness. “I tracked you down, how hard can it be?”
The vixen snorted. “I was young, back then. Still at the beginning of my career. You think I’ve only ever eaten one person? I’m a professional, I know exactly what I’m doing. Trust me, you’ll be disposed of much more thoroughly than that thug, no evidence left behind.”
“Uh, how many people have you eaten, ma’am? And…” Liam blurted out. The words made his cock throb even harder. “Um, w-what did happen to that first guy? In the end?”
“I’ve lost count. And that thug? He got dumped in a dumpster in a dark alley. One without any cameras, so don’t get any bright ideas trying to find that footage.” The vixen eyed her soon-to-be-prey thoughtfully. “Though, I suppose you won’t be around to try.” She stepped back closer to him, one paw in front of the other, taking a greedy lungful of his growing scent even as she stared him down.
“Are you sure you want this, Liam?” Diane had been indecisive and somewhat concerned when she’d asked him the first time, but now there was almost the hint of a growl in her voice. She wasn’t hiding her excitement anymore, only gently holding it back. She’d give him one last chance. “Once you say yes, once you’re down my throat, you can’t turn back. I can’t spit you up, even if I try, so I need your decision to be final.”
“Y-yes. I want this.” Liam told her, with a firm nod. “I’m sure. I’ve always wanted this.”
“Strip, then,” Diane told him bluntly, slipping back into her “stern governor” voice. If he was so sure, there was no reason to waste time. Her meetings wouldn’t wait, after all, and she’d only scheduled a brief lunch break. “Clothing always gives me indigestion.”
“O-of course!” Liam instantly blurted out, ecstatic. “Whatever you say, Madame Governor!”
Diane was slowly stripping too, idly unbuttoning her smart gray business suit in preparation for her huge belly. It would be a shame to rip a nice outfit. “You don’t need to stand on ceremony at this point, dear. We’re about to be so closely acquainted, with nothing between us…”
“Well then, uh, D-Diane…” (Liam blushed. That felt weird.) “I’m honored to be eaten by the greatest foxy thief to ever grace the museums of the world. Thank you.”
“Awww, you flatterer~” (Diane paused.) “But yes, I am the best thief of all time. It’s true.”
“The truth and nothing but the truth, I swear! That’s what us journalists report, right?”
“Uh-huh. As governor, I know that journalists like you would never stoop to something as crass as blackmail, to get what you want.” Diane laughed, and Liam cracked a smile. “I guess we’re not so different after all, hm? Just two dastardly criminals. But once you’re done with your two-day sentence, you’ll be leaving the premises as a model citizen.”
Liam blushed at the implication, even as he eagerly stripped. Diane leaned down to gather his shirt and pants, neatly folding them before setting them aside. She’d take them to the Clothes For The Homeless donation bin later. The human was nearly vibrating with anticipation as he pulled off his underwear, too… and Diane raised an eyebrow at how enthusiastically his cock was standing at full-masted attention. “Could you, uh… help me with that?” he asked shyly.
This was a new experience. Her old meals never asked for anything like that, they were usually a bit too busy kicking and screaming and struggling, until they finally quieted down -- rather than getting turned on. But since Liam was giving up his life to be her breakfast, she supposed…
“I’m a busy vixen, and if I’m not going to jail I need to get ready for my day’s meetings…”
(Liam’s face fell ever-so-slightly, even as he gave the vixen his best innocent begging eyes.)
“…but I’ll let you cum once as you go down.” Diane promised him with an exasperated smile. “But please do it on my tongue. I don’t want to be cleaning a mess out of my carpet, much less leave behind DNA evidence if the police come sniffing around.”
“Whatever you say, Miss Paw!” Liam nearly chirped. “I’m… I’m so excited, but I’ll try!”
Every time Diane opened her mouth to speak, the vixen noted (with some wry amusement) that Liam always took the opportunity to catch a bashful glimpse down her throat. Diane Foxington had eaten plenty of humans before -- honestly, how else could she have gotten those lovely hips? -- but she’d never had the opportunity to eat anyone who looked quite so… enthusiastic.
But then again, Diane sighed… He wasn’t the only one feeling a little over-enthusiastic, hm?
The vixen cleared her throat a little awkwardly, and now it was her turn to blush -- a far cry from the composed and suave mask she wore as a thief and a politician. Diane shifted her legs ever so slightly, feeling how the fur of her upper thighs was nearly dripping with anticipation for her first proper meal in a decade. Fuck, the mere thought sent a shiver of almost-sexual eagerness up her spine, nearly making the fur stand straight up.
(Well, not almost sexual, if she were being honest. In the middle of the night, Diane Foxington sometimes wondered if anthros like her were meant to eat humans. Everyone said it was bad, but it just felt so good. It had to be perfectly natural, if her body reacted like this. Right?)
“Oh, and one last thing…” Diane said, as casually as she could manage. “I hope you don’t mind if I, uh, indulge myself a little? Get a little into the role, taunt you a bit? It’s so rare for me to slip into my other persona these days, so I might be the tiniest bit… pent up.”
Somehow, to Diane’s surprise, that seemed to make Liam even more excited for his upcoming one-way trip. “Ohmygosh, yes, please! I want to get the full Crimson Paw experience~”
Diane posed with one paw on her hip, as she fought down a grin of her own. She’d unbuttoned her shirt and loosened her tie, in preparation for her upcoming feast… And as a side effect, the vixen was showing off quite a bit of fur for this human. Most governors wouldn’t let a journalist see a bare pair of fox-tits, preferring to keep their dignity. But Liam wouldn’t be telling anybody, on account of padding those same tits in a few hours. It only felt fair, to show off his new home.
The undisguised, nervous awe from her lunch sent a shiver of delight up Diane’s spine, her tail twitching back and forth. Oh, she’d missed this. “Well, my dear, you’re in luck. You’re about to be lunch for the greatest predator the world has ever failed to see…~”
“The queen of digestion,” Liam breathed. “A hungry grin, glimpsed only in shadows…”
“A flash of red fur, a glint of white teeth, and then they’re all gone,” Diane said proudly. It was so nice to meet a proper admirer of her work! “And now, you’ll be joining them… How does it feel, knowing you’ll be part of my personal collection?” The vixen hoisted her tits, looking rather smug, then glanced downward. She cocked a bemused eyebrow. “Don’t cream yourself yet, dear, you’ll make a mess on the floor. We just had that rug cleaned.”
Liam nodded, looking guiltily eager. “I-I can wait for your tongue, Miss Paw. I promise…”
Diane raised a skeptical eyebrow, but she was polite enough to not express her doubts. The vixen supposed that she could fold another rug-cleaning into her official budget as governor, if worst came to worst. Even if it raised some awkward questions she couldn’t really answer…
Still, she might as well make things a little harder on Liam, since he had just been blackmailing her a few minutes ago. Teasingly, the vixen pulled off her jacket then gracefully shimmied out of her slacks, revealing all the intimate places that only her darling Wolfy got to explore. Soon enough, this human would get to explore her whole body too, in even greater depth than her husband…
Diane watched Liam’s eyes travel across her body: as his gaze shifted from her eyes down to her muzzle, she couldn’t resist licking her lips to give him a proper show. She was rewarded by Liam’s full-body shiver… which in turn earned a gush of fox-cream from between her lower lips.
And as Liam looked lower, his gaze slipped past her crimson-furred breasts until it rested on the creamsicle-colored fur of her flat belly. Goddess, he was going inside there: his final destination.
Well, his final destination until his lovely predator visited the vixens’ room sometime tomorrow…
Liam opened his mouth to say something, anything, but at the exact same moment… Diane’s ears perked up ever-so-slightly, as she heard a noise from the bedroom. A little whimper, the overwhelmed kind of sound her husband made only when she touched him just right. And her keen instincts, honed by years of fox-burglary, made it clear that someone was watching.
Diane endeavored to hide a smug grin. Well, now she had two reasons to put on a proper show.
The vixen was so hungry and pent-up by this point that she nearly just opened her mouth and pounced on Liam right then and there… but instead… She’d never had the opportunity to take a willing meal, let alone a meal that was turned on by the experience. Why not wring this human for all the pleasure she could, before her belly got to wringing all the nutrients out of him?
[Cunnilingus]
She sat up straighter, spreading her legs a little, and projecting the casual, in-control confidence she’d developed as governor, she said: “But before I eat you, I’ve got something I want you to eat.” Diane spread her legs wider, pointing down in the middle with one claw, like how you’d gesture to a dog. “Down, boy. On your knees~”
Liam dropped, without even thinking, looking up at her with those desperate, desperate eyes.
(There’s a thump from the bedroom, as Mr. Foxington obeyed at the exact same instant.)
“Good boys~” Diane cooed, just loud enough for her husband to hear too. Goddess, the poor wolf must be so pent-up listening to this whole scenario. Eh, no reason to go soft on him now.
“I think I’ve had this exact wet dream before…” Liam mumbled in a daze.
(Diane stifled a grin. She couldn’t help but wonder how many votes she’d earned that way.)
“Less talking and more licking, my dear, if you want to earn your place as lunch,” Diane instructed. And even as Liam started to respond, she silenced him by thrusting her hips forward to press against his face. That motion earned the sweetest overwhelmed half-voiced moan, so of course she did it again. And again. And before long, Liam got the message, and got down to work with his tongue. “Mmmm, not bad… for a human~” the vixen half-praised, half-taunted, between pants of pleasure. Her arms were spread behind her, with Liam between her thighs: the picture of luxurious bliss. “But I’m sure my husband could do better, if he were here…”
(Diane’s ears swiveled to track a desperately muffled whine from the other room. Hah. Gotcha.)
“I bet he’d just love to pin me down, use that gorgeous wolf-tongue…” Diane called out, in a sing-song voice. “But he’s just. Gonna. Have to. Wait his. Turn!” she panted, her velvety tones falling into a low growl, even as she punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of her hips.
To his credit, Liam redoubled his effort. He delved even deeper with his tongue, exploring her folds then circling round her clit, making the vixen pant in utter delight. Goddess, Diane distantly realized in her horny haze, this human might even be a little better than her husband… not that she’d admit such a fact to either of them out loud! And the idea of churning up all that skill into just a fresh layer of fox-fat, well… That made her even wetter than Liam’s attentions down there.
(And of course, hearing his wife get so skillfully frenched made poor Mr. Foxington, née Wolf, even more desperate to prove his own vigor… Precisely as his sneaky fox-wife had intended.)
The whole time, the human gazed up at the vixen adoringly, even as he continued to lavish her cunt with attention. The sheer helpless wonder in his eyes nearly made Diane’s heart skip a beat: somehow, she got more respect like this than she ever got as governor. “Yes, serve your predator with your tongue…” she panted, sinking deeper into her role. The happy, muffled noises from Liam made his thoughts on all this quite clear. “Give me a taste of the pleasure I’ll get from digesting you down into fox-shit…” Diane outright growled out that last word.
Diane was answered by a happy whine from the human beneath her, and a muffled “Please…”
Hmph, Diane thought. If her lunch could still sound that coherent, she’d need to work harder.
Meanwhile, Liam was in paradise. His mouth was pressed against silky-soft folds of fox-cunt, he smelled nothing but the overwhelming musk of his idol’s arousal, and his cock was aching so desperately that it literally hurt. Without thinking, he lowered a hand down between his own legs to try and take the edge off, but he froze as he heard Diane click her tongue in disapproval.
“Ah-ah, I already told you: no touching yourself.” (Gently but firmly, Diane pushed his hands away from his poor, needy cock.) “Use those hands on me, if you think they’ll wander…”
And of course, he was eager to do so: Liam steadily spread the vixen’s labia wider, sinking his fingers into the sopping-wet fox-fur of her thighs, as his tongue delved deeper and deeper. He panted in pleasure, and every breath tickled Diane’s clit: it felt so good, to just let himself obey.
And Diane had to admit: it was incredibly flattering to see the effect she’d had on her delicious lunch guest. Her voice softened. “Aww, so obedient. Such a good boy~” she praised, earning a matching pair of muffled moans from beneath her, and from the bedroom. “You just needed a nice, dominant fox-thief to show you your place in the world, didn’t you…” She grinned, letting just the tips of her fangs show past her lips. “Do you know where you belong, dear?”
(Liam tried to reply, but couldn’t speak until Diane took mercy on him, and pulled her hips back.)
“R-right here…” Liam panted, as he took a desperate gulp of air. “B-between your legs.”
“No, that’s where my lovely husband belongs. You’re just… filling in for him, for a little while. You belong here.” She patted her belly softly. “And then later, here…” (Her paw moved back behind her, ever-so-slightly spreading her plump rear cheeks, even as she lifted her wagging tail to give Liam a teasing little view of what lay underneath.)
(Diane was rewarded by the most gorgeously desperate whine from her lunch. Her tail wagged, fanning the alluring scent of horny fox through the whole room.)
“Isn’t this better?” she cooed. “No more deadlines or wordcounts or meetings. You’re just fox-food now, dear, and fox-food doesn’t have to worry about anything but tasting good.”
And the mere thought of turning this smart, clever human into fox-fat, into part of her body, was enough to push Diane over the edge. The vixen yelped out loud, even as she jerked her hips down over and over to face-fuck her lunch, almost drowning poor Liam in the rush of musky fox-cream. But finally, the erotic rush of power slowly faded, even as pinkish fluid dripped down onto the carpet -- seemed she would need to dry-clean that carpet after all. Oh well. Worth it.
Diane just panted for a moment, coming down from her peak. That had been… unexpectedly intense. Not just the orgasm itself, though Liam certainly knew how to use his mouth, but more slipping back into her Crimson Paw persona. She and Wolfy might need to experiment with this.
Diane took a moment to recover. “Still with me?” she murmured, and Liam nodded eagerly.
The vixen looked down at the carpet, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. Although Liam’s cock was still sticking straight up, and his pupils were still dilated in utter pleasure as he looked at her body… there was no sticky puddle making a mess of the rug. Surprising -- but in a good way.
[More vore talk (cunnilingus over)]
Liam looked utterly overwhelmed -- also in a good way, the vixen hoped. But after he’d been so good for her… Well, she couldn’t help feeling a little tender. Diane gently guided his face back, even as he instinctively tried to keep licking like she’d asked, and cupped his face in both paws. “How are you doing, hun? Still want to keep going? It’s not too late to turn back.”
The human nodded, blushing. “Y-yes. Yes, please.” He laughed, a little shyly. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to be food for the Crimson Paw? This is literally a wet dream come true…”
(Diane’s sensitive ears could still hear her pent-up husband in the bedroom, but she tuned him out for now. Liam would only get to take this journey once, and he’d worked so hard to pleasure her: she owed her lunch the best predatory experience any human could possibly desire. She’d take good care of her darling Wolfy later… or perhaps they could ‘take care of’ Liam together.)
The vixen smiled, taking his hand in her paw and then slowly pressing it up against her still-flat stomach. “Go on, then…” Diane told her lunch gently. “You can touch your new home…”
Liam blushed shyly. Somehow, this felt even more intimate than eating his predator out. Her fur was so thin and soft under his fingers… but underneath, there was a layer of steel-hard muscle, earned by years of training for heists. Goddess, he was going in there. He’d be a part of all that muscle soon… plus a thin layer of fat on top, a little keepsake she’d need to work off at the gym.
“I’ve never seen a human quite so excited about my body. Much less a human so excited to join my body! I’ve never met any willing prey before,” Diane admitted. “But it’s… nice.”
“Y-you’re gorgeous…” Liam admitted. “I guess I always had a crush on the Crimson Paw. I mean, how could I not? So suave and in-control, the mysterious and self-assured Queen of Crime. I just never thought I’d be sitting here, about to…” He smiled. “Well, you know~”
There was a long, warm pause.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Liam asked.
(He looked oddly shy, for someone who’d recently been exploring between her legs face-first.)
“Of course!” Diane assured him. “There’re no secrets between a fox and her food…”
“I-I really liked when you took control like that, and taunted me about where I was going.”
Diane very conspicuously avoided looking down between his legs. A male’s cock was much like her own beautiful tail, in the vixen’s experience: it made it very hard to hide one’s inner feelings.
“Oh? I had no idea, dear! You were very… subtle,” Diane lied, with her very bad poker face.
“I-I always knew I had a bit of a subby streak? B-but I’d never explored it before, I-I never really dated anyone. And when I knocked on your door, I thought I’d never get to find out, since, well, you know.” He swallowed shyly. “Since this is the end for me. So, uh, thanks.”
Slowly, a grin spread across Diane’s muzzle. A fresh dose of ‘goodness’ shivered down her tail, making it wag even as the rushing bliss of her surprisingly-intense orgasm faded. She’d always upheld that it felt good to do good, but this was a bit more than even she would have imagined.
“Well, you’re quite welcome…” Diane replied, the vixen’s practiced politeness mixing with her dominant streak. “It’s the least I can do, for such a delicious house-guest~” she teased.
…And at that exact moment, her belly gave another insistent rumble. It knew what came next.
A good licking did always leave her hungry. She was just about ready for the main event -- and her body was far more than ready -- and Diane knew just how to make it extra special for him.
Without further warning, Diane lunged, pushing Liam down and pinning him to the carpet. The human yelped in surprise (and probably a bit of something else), but didn’t put up a hint of a fight -- not that he could. For an instant Diane felt young again, like that first time she’d pulled her high school crush into a closet between classes and pinned him down, just like this. Except, well, she hadn’t been planning on eating that cute fennec-boy, unlike with Mr. Liam here.
“So, how’s this, then?” Diane felt his heaving chest beneath hers, his thumping pulse against her furred fingers. Liam opened his mouth to reply, but couldn’t even form any words. The vixen smiled… and then a moment later, she consciously spread her smile wider, showing off her immaculate pearly whites. Liam shivered beneath her. “Good,” she replied, answering herself.
Liam was no longer gazing up at Diane Foxington, refined governor, proud do-good-er…
No, Liam was now face-to-muzzle with his dangerous childhood crush: his predator, the one and only Crimson Paw. And he was just where she wanted him, and just where he wanted to be -- or rather, he was well on his way there, and it was about time he took the rest of the trip.
“Ready?” Diane asked in a quieter voice, her breath hot in his ear. He nodded eagerly, unable to contain an instinctive buck of his hips, with the tip of his aching cock just barely caressing the outside of Diane’s folds. Instantly, a cheeky grin spread across the vixen’s muzzle.
“Aww, did you think I was going to fuck you before you went down? That’s so cute, I’m flattered.” She playfully traced one hand up along his arm toward his chest, keeping him easily pinned with just the other. “But did you fuck your morning bagel before you ate it?”
Liam bucked his hips again, just like she knew he would, but her playful touch instantly became a firm palm, holding him back against the floor as he tried and failed to reach her fierce beauty.
“If my food wants to get off…” Diane lifted the paw from his chest again -- she knew he’d stay put, he was good like that -- and reached down to let her fingers inch nearer to his throbbing member. “It’ll have to take care of that itself~” The vixen gave his aching erection a firm flick with one claw, extracting a pent-up wince that bled into a desperate moan. “On my tongue, where it won’t make a mess…” she added. Her voice was firm, brooking no disobedience.
Liam-the-lunch began babbling again, clearly desperate for release, but just too overwhelmed with excitement and desire for words.
“Shush. Food doesn’t talk back,” The Crimson Paw chided. Liam instantly went silent.
What an experience this was, Diane thought in awe. She’d never dealt with a meal who longed for her belly before, instead of the vehement struggles she could recall from her youth, and it was utterly glorious. It would be so wrong, so bad, not to take advantage of this rare opportunity.
[Swallowing]
“See how easy it was for me to pin you down?” the vixen whispered in Liam’s ear. “Now, we both know I could just pick you up and shove you down my throat, don’t we?” She let her lunch stew in that thought. “But why don’t you be a good boy and feed yourself down my throat instead? Make it easier on both of us. You are going inside, one way or another~”
The vixen split her maw before his eyes in a lazy yawn. She really had needed that nap he’d interrupted, not that she would have traded it for this -- eh, she could have a nice nap while she relaxed in a wonderful post-breakfast food coma. The vixen cracked one eye open mid-yawn to watch how he stared into her jaws with utter awe. “Y-yes, Miss Paw…” Liam finally managed.
Liam reached up with one hand, transfixed, and slipped his trembling fingers between her teeth, through the humid wafts of her humid breath toward the walls of pink and red. And finally he dared to touch it. Those trembling digits sunk into the supple muscle of her tongue, and he felt the first of her saliva against his skin. And at the same instant, she took in the first of his taste.
It was slick, so slick and warm: as lovely as the rest of her. There was no resistance at all, his fingers slipped back and back and back inside her muzzle, until they finally pressed into the tight red folds at the entrance of the vixen’s throat. The final gateway, before her stomach.
A single dollop of drool fell from the tip of her tongue, escaping her maw to trace a path down his neck before finally soaking into his skin.
And then the Crimson Paw took her first, slow, languid swallow.
GLRK!
Liam gasped, wide-eyed and quivering in his predator’s grasp. He felt the vise-like grip of her throat around his wrist, the heat and pressure of her body enveloping his skin, and it finally all came crashing down on him like a wave. This was real, so real he couldn’t quite believe it.
Diane removed her other crimson paw from his remaining wrist, clearly expecting it to follow the path of the first. And Liam did just that: without complaint, he raised the vixen’s lunch up into her glistening maw, and once again felt the warm touch of her drool on his skin. And then came yet another swallow, as his other hand was sucked back past her tongue to join the first.
Holy shit, this was actually real. Even seeing those pictures, he hadn’t really, truly believed that she could… that she could really do it. That she could actually eat him. But she could. And she was. This wasn’t a dream (though it was a dream come true), this wasn’t a tease (though Diane clearly did enjoy teasing him), this wasn’t some harmless bit of roleplay (even if he suspected she might be hamming things up a bit for their mutual enjoyment). This was flesh and muscle and hunger, this was him being devoured, this was the end for him. Goddess, he couldn’t wait.
But the vixen’s throat was impatient, and her stomach rumbled: it barely gave Liam a moment to reflect, before his downward journey continued with another relentless GULP.
This, THIS was exactly what he wanted. To be taken by the powerful, smooth, confident fox of his (often wet) dreams: an unstoppable, beautiful force of nature. At the whims of her merciless throat, the gullet that would pull him down and hold him tight inside until there was nothing left.
(Well, not nothing left. Hopefully his tax dollars would be put to good use, fixing her plumbing.)
Eesh, that’s a lot of stretching! Diane thought with mild alarm. She kept a calm face -- not that her expression was easy to read with Liam’s hands in the middle of it -- but she couldn’t hide the little, tense clench at her body’s surprise. Luckily, her breakfast didn’t seem to think much of it: it’s not like he’d had much experience to compare it to. As far as Liam knew, this was probably normal. Unlike Diane herself, her food only went through this process once. We can do it, just like old times… the vulpine predator thought toward her throat sympathetically. Here we go…
Liam felt an excited rush as the Crimson Paw’s throat lightly squeezed around him, no doubt sizing him up for his upcoming one-way trip. And only a moment later came the next swallow; the spectacular sight of his forearms just disappearing into that yawning Crimson Maw, all in a single magnificent gulp. And the rest of him would soon follow: it probably wouldn’t even be that difficult for the vixen. Liam quickly began to realize that this sight, what he was seeing right now, would be the last thing he ever laid eyes on. These would be his last breaths, beyond the brief acid-tinged air of her stomach… aside from the inevitable fox-gas as he reached the other end.
Yes, this would be his last chance to look his beautiful predator over from the outside, to breathe her perfume as opposed to her natural scent, to say all the things he ever dreamed of saying to--
“W-wait! Miss Paw! Wait, please!”
The urgent cry somewhat startled Diane. Liam was being such a good breakfast that she hadn’t really been paying him much mind, more concerned with the condition of her poor, rusty gullet. Had he finally gotten some sense and decided he didn’t want to be fox chow? That he didn’t want to die in a stomach? She felt a twinge of worry in her gut, somewhere nearby his hands.
“I almost forgot to say my last words! I mean, I…” Liam blushed… and if his hands weren’t already buried in Diane’s throat, he might’ve tried to use them to hide the growing ‘excitement’ between his legs. “W-well, I won’t really have a chance once you take me inside, right?”
Honestly, Diane had no idea if she could hear words from within her stomach. All its previous occupants had been too busy trying to fight for their lives, rather than chat. It hadn’t done them any good, in the end: her belly always won out, once her food had gotten tired. But unlike all the others, Liam was being such a good boy for her. He wasn’t making a fuss -- in fact, the vixen’s body didn’t quite know how to react as he pushed his hands deeper. This whole ‘willing prey’ shtick was such a pleasant change of affairs, Diane reflected, but a very odd one nonetheless.
The Crimson Paw politely paused her swallowing -- the only thing she could really do to reply, with her throat full like this -- and gave her special meal a last chance to share his mind before ‘sharing’ her body. It felt only polite, to offer her eager breakfast the dignity of a few last words… even if Diane herself was the only person who’d ever hear them, or remember them at all.
(Diane heard another little desperate whine from around the corner. Well, Wolfy could hear too.)
“I-- I just…” Liam started, and then quickly realized that he had nothing to say. He had intended to script out some final words, but half the time he imagined this moment he’d doubted that he could ever really get this far. And the times he did dare to imagine getting this far, he always got ‘sidetracked’ and took long trips to the bathroom in the middle of his office building, and, well…
Point was, the words got stuck in his throat the same way his hands were stuck in hers. And he fumbled to find the right words, as he desperately tried to compose his epitaph on the spot. “I… well, I- I’m just so happy you agreed to do all this…” Liam started, then trailed off shyly.
Diane’s belly rumbled in agreement. He could feel the vibration from not too far below his hands, confirming just how ‘in agreement’ the vixen and her body were to this impromptu arrangement.
“It’s hard to believe this is real, that you’re willing to eat me. Me! J-just… some random guy, w-who showed up at your door, becoming breakfast for the amazing Crimson Paw.” Liam swallowed shyly. At the exact same moment, Diane swallowed too, albeit much less shyly. “A-and up close, y-you’re even more amazing and beautiful -- and amazingly beautiful -- than I imagined you could be and…” Liam blushed, but still kept rambling. “I'm so incredibly excited to become… you. Thank you, Miss Paw -- um, Diane. Y-you’ll always be the best.”
And daringly, Liam darted his face forward to plant a kiss on the tip of her nose. He saw a red blush spreading across her muzzle to match his own, her eyes widened… And that was the last thing Liam ever saw in the outside world. There was another GULP to pull him downward, and his view was replaced by the hot, humid, dark-pink confines of a drooling vulpine mouth.
Meanwhile, Diane’s tail, having fallen into a steady, sensual rhythm, picked up considerably as Liam praised her. The pleasurable warmth inside her soul rivaled the similarly pleasurable and warm sensation of having a satisfying meal lodged in her esophagus. And on that topic…
Well said, breakfast… Diane thought fondly, before taking another smooth GULP, pulling his face right up to the brink of her muzzle: right into the perfect range for a nice, full, appreciative lick. And appreciate him she did: all over his face, thoroughly and happily, until the mounting giggles from the onslaught of her tickling tongue shook her throat. Such an innocent little tease from the instrument of his digestive demise. And when Liam had finally had enough, and Diane couldn’t hold back any longer, she gave another greedy GULP…
…And down went Liam’s head, straight into her widening gullet, eagerly opening just for him.
Diane’s whole body shivered with pleasure, her tail wagging as the bulge in her neck grew, even as she felt a pang of distress. Her poor body sure wasn’t used to doing this anymore, she hadn’t had a meal this satisfying in a decade… But the movements still came naturally, and her natural predatory urges knew what to do -- just like her first meal, so long ago. And with Liam’s head now packed away on its way down to her belly, she felt those urges now more keenly than ever.
Diane swallowed again, and again… and then the vixen nearly panicked as she registered the immense pressure of her meal’s shoulders in her gullet. That panic would not have paired very well with Liam’s precious Crimson Paw persona, but she held herself together -- and held him down -- bracing herself for another grand gulp, as the swell of his chest slipped over her tongue.
Diane felt Liam wriggling with delight, packed into her tight throat, but she couldn’t help but feel a touch of worry as well. It did feel awfully tight around him, which felt amazing, but also meant (she knew) that there probably wasn’t much air in there. She needed to get her breakfast down to her stomach, where he’d have a bit more room -- not only because her belly was aching for him at this point, but also for his own good. She wouldn’t want him to suffocate -- not yet!
Laim hardly even noticed. His survival instincts were screaming that he was in danger, that he was on his way to becoming fox-fat… but they seemed like a faint, far-off concern compared to the breathtaking sensation of the Crimson Paw’s gorgeous body all around him. Her jaws held him in place even as her teeth pricked at his ribs, with her tight, wet throat enveloping his entire body like the eager, desperate meal he was. He was exploring this lovely, living wonderland…
The only distraction from the body of his predator was his throbbing erection, inching closer and closer to the deep, silky warmth he was sinking into. And even that was pushed from his mind, as another greedy swallow abruptly pushed his head out the far end of her throat and right into--
Diane felt her meal suddenly shiver, in what she could only assume was thrill-fueled ecstasy, as she shoved his head into her stomach with another firm GULP, along with a muffled POP.
And at that same exact moment, Liam’s poor, overstimulated cock finally slipped into the vixen’s jaws, to lightly rest atop her tongue. Even the slight pressure was enough to earn a muffled yelp from within her abdomen, and Diane smiled around her breakfast’s hips (only a tiny bit smugly).
For his part, Liam felt horny, of course, not to mention dizzy. It probably didn’t help that his blood was rushing in two opposite directions: down towards his head, suspended upside-down in the vixen’s throat, and upward towards his dick. Diane was glad to delay the next gulp for a moment and suck on this most delicious part of her breakfast, treating the human’s cock like a piece of hard candy. But more than anything else, Liam felt like he’d finally arrived where he belonged.
Every sensation confirmed his feelings: already Liam could breathe nothing but Diane-scented air, feel nothing but the wonderful slickness of her throat tight around his chest, hear nothing but the growls made by that dark, humid chamber where he’d spend the last few minutes of his life.
Diane’s stomach clenched possessively around him, smearing him with sticky fluids that tingled and sizzled over his exposed skin… but Liam didn’t mind. He belonged to her body, now. Liam had already sold his house, given his dog to a neighbor, resigned from his job. His (temporary) home was waiting for him, down the Crimson Paw’s throat. Ever since he’d knocked on the front door of her home, he’d known that he’d be leaving through the vixen’s personal back door.
On the outside, Diane was enjoying her most luxurious breakfast in years. The fur between her thighs was sopping-wet again, even after said breakfast had done such a good job servicing her mere moments ago… With great difficulty, the vixen set aside her own personal arousal to focus on Liam. She’d have all the time in the world to ‘take care of herself’ afterward, with help from her husband. She only had a few brief moments left with Liam… and she didn’t want to waste a single second of such a delectable morsel filling her throat. Who knew when she’d find another willing meal like this? Maybe never! She should savor him while he was still in one piece…
[Blow job]
And now that she thought back, Diane had given Liam a special promise about what he could do on her tongue. And Liam had been such a good breakfast for her, he’d earned his reward!
Gently, with a languid teasing slowness… Diane happily ran her tongue along Liam’s shaft.
Mmmm. She’d missed having sausage for breakfast. She’d given it up when she went vegan.
Cricket-sausage just didn’t taste the same. It was missing a certain special… something.
Instantly Liam arched his back (as much as he could, within the tight throat keeping him bound), and there was a little splash of delicious precum across the vixen’s taste-buds. Diane grinned, her teeth gently pricking her breakfast’s thighs. Ah yes, there it was: that “special something”…
Well, she might as well go all the way! Diane narrowed her eyes in concentration, feeling around with her tongue, trying to figure out how to make her breakfast squirm like that again. She’d felt that movement all the way from her toes to her wagging tail, she wanted more. Diane had never given a human a blowjob before, much less a human currently halfway down her throat -- during her Crimson Paw days, her meals had been much less enthusiastic about this sort of thing. But she was deepthroating Liam’s entire body, so she had a perfect angle to explore. Her breakfast couldn’t give feedback or tell her where to touch, but Diane did her best to figure out what made him squirm the most. A squirming meal was the best meal, in her book… whatever its reasons!
(Liam couldn’t have given that feedback, anyway: he was currently in her stomach, in heaven.)
Before long, Diane settled into a rhythm of long strokes down his shaft, every so often curling down beneath to give his balls a proper little lick. Once her breakfast was properly slicked up, she curled her dexterous tongue around his cock to squeeze, earning a proper moan from within her throat, and sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Oh, yes, that was a wonderful sound…
(Diane sucked off Mister Foxington every night, of course. But a human’s skin was so much softer down there, not to mention the lack of a knot! It really was nice… even if Liam was quite a bit smaller than her Wolfy. But above all else, Diane was glad to get less fur stuck in her mouth.)
And so the vixen continued to give Liam his promised reward, thoroughly and slowly. With how pent up he was after attending to her, she was certain she could milk him for every drop he had with a single flick of her tongue, if she put her mind to it. But she did just the opposite, and took her time. After all, it would be his last one, right? Didn’t her breakfast deserve a nice last time?
Though as she repaid Liam for all his hard work between her legs a little while ago, she couldn’t help but feel that she was forgetting something? Dammit, it was right on the tip of her tongue…
Her meetings! She realized in a panic. Oh, it had been a lot more than ten minutes, hadn’t it? But it wasn’t like she could get on video call with a pair of legs sticking out of her mouth. And she couldn’t just rush on and swallow him, that would be so bad of her! It would be completely unfair -- to both of them. What a waste of a once-in-a-lifetime moment!
And it was right then that Diane’s ears swiveled, catching a familiar voice from the next room over. “N-no, um, I’m calling on her behalf…” It was her darling husband, her wolf in shining armor, and by the sound of it, his hands were rather busy even while he spoke. Giving Liam a rest for a moment, the vixen cocked her ears to listen closer. “Yeah, she… (ooh…) She said she won’t be able to make it, she’s having… (mm, f-fu…) having some stomach trouble.”
Diane might have to scold him later for his lack of subtlety -- this was like the Golden Dolphin debacle all over again! -- but in the heat of the moment, all she could feel was loving adoration. She couldn’t have asked for anything more than a few more stolen minutes, to properly finish off her delicious, for-once-not-stolen human meal…
And speaking of that meal… Liam was busy thrusting against her tongue as best he could, even from the awkward angle, and now that time was no longer such a big concern, Diane happily did her best to indulge him. The vixen pressed her tongue upward to give him the pressure he so desperately desired, patiently working to wring out every last drop of mutual pleasure from her meal… even as she let out a muffled yelp of her own as she came again, leaving a second stain on the still-drying rug beneath her feet. And all that hard work quickly paid off, as she finally pushed her breakfast past the edge -- of his pleasure, that was. He wasn’t past the edge of her tongue, not quite yet.
“Delicious…” Diane mumbled, smiling around Liam’s body even as his cum flooded across her taste buds. It tasted perfect, like a salty sauce on top of the main, meaty entrée. She paused for a second, indulging in the predatory satisfaction filling her gullet to the brim. This was the life.
If it were purely up to her, Diane might have left Liam on the edge of her tongue for a good long while: soaking in his own cum, like marinating a nice juicy steak. But there were meetings to attend, and her throat was getting a bit sore -- and her belly more than a bit impatient. It was time to get this hearty meal down where it belonged. That last complement of hers would be the last thing Liam ever heard, before slipping completely into the dark abyss that awaited him.
[Swallowing continues (blow job over)]
GLRK-GULP!
Liam didn’t need to do anything but relax, and let the vixen’s body claim him. As if he was just melting into her… even before he literally melted. But for his beloved Crimson Paw -- or rather, for Diane -- it wasn’t quite so easy. She was having some minor… technical difficulties.
As Diane took that last, big gulp, and her meal’s hips pressed up into her muzzle at the entrance of her throat… While she did feel a remarkable sense of pleasure, she also found herself, for a moment, privately panicking. Her jaws and throat were protesting, stretched wider than they had in years. Diane ate with a fork and knife these days, and the largest thing she’d swallowed in a decade was her husband’s (admittedly impressive) cock. This was a lot more. Maybe even too much, she worried. What if she couldn’t fit him down? What if her body had forgotten how?
It would be really awkward if I had to give him up now, the vixen thought sheepishly. It would just be so rude to give one of my constituents a blowjob, then spit him out rather than swallow…
But Diane Foxington hadn’t ever chickened out before, even with police chasing her across four continents, and she wouldn’t be giving up today. Even after ten years of disuse -- aside from the occasional vore-themed wet dream -- in the end it was like riding a stolen bike. She took a deep breath, cracked her neck, then relaxed the muscles of her throat the same way she’d relaxed to fit through an air-vent passage, on the way to the vault holding the Zumpango Diamond. And finally, with aching slowness, the widest part of her meal slipped, bit by delicious bit, down into her throat. From this point, she knew from long experience, it would be a smooth path down.
It only took one small, final, gentle GULP from there… as Liam’s legs slipped down the Crimson Paw’s throat like two strands of spaghetti. The vixen slumped back onto her couch, panting: her dominant governor-criminal persona melted into the image of an utterly satisfied predator, taking a well-earned breather. “Yep! Still got it.” Diane murmured to herself, a little smugly.
She took a moment to stretch back, compressing Liam inside her stomach, then sighed in utter bliss. Oh, she’d missed this so much. There was nothing like the feeling of a warm, properly full belly. Diane stroked a paw over it for a moment, blissfully cherishing her very good breakfast.
But slowly, other hungers made their presence known. A puddle was spreading on the cushions.
Diane blushed. She’d been so caught up in swallowing Liam that she hadn’t thought to ask him for his consent for this next bit. The vixen pressed a gentle paw into her rounded belly to get her breakfast’s attention. “Liam, dear… Do you mind if my husband and I, uh, have some fun with you in there? Or would you rather it was just you and me, all the way to the end?”
Diane waited patiently, but her stomach’s enthusiastic gurgles made it impossible to hear.
She laughed gently. “Okay, let’s try this then. One squirm for no, two squirms for yes?”
(Instantly, Diane got two very eager squirms from her belly. Well, that seemed rather decisive.)
“I’ve had some loony fans before…” Diane teased. “But this is something totally new~”
After another moment of rubbing her tummy and cherishing her breakfast, Diane finally looked over to the bedroom. “Hey Woooolfie~” (she called in a singsong voice, grinning all the while.) “I’ve got a full belly and an empty cunt, and I’d like you to help me swap those two…”
“I’m still naked, though…” her husband protested. She could hear the teasing little grin that accompanied his words. “What if there’s another senator hiding in the bushes nearby?”
“Then I’d have a nice second course waiting for me, dear!” the vixen said primly, rolling her eyes at her Wolfy’s teasing. “Goddess knows I’d be making a positive change in the world, if I treated Congress like my own personal buffet.” Diane was mostly joking, of course, still in the grips of her Crimson Paw-sona… But still, the vixen couldn’t resist licking her lips at the vision of such a belly-stretching feast, even if it was only an idle fantasy.
A little daydreaming couldn’t hurt. Tomorrow it was back to cricket-burgers again… right?
“Besides, I’ve met enough senators to know that most of them are already pieces of shit, and always making a stink of some kind. A nice quick trip through my bowels wouldn’t actually change very much…” Diane continued, her tone still playful. To be fair, eating her opposition in the legislature would make it that much easier to ‘pass’ her political agenda…~
“That’s a wonderful image…” her husband murmured dreamily. “I’d definitely vote for The Crimson Paw, if her campaign promise was eating every other politician in Washington.”
Diane giggled at the thought. “But alas, I must leave that quest to some other predatory politician. I couldn’t stomach such an oily diet, they’d make me gain twenty pounds. Though if I keep eating humans as sweet as Liam here, I’ll ruin my figure anyway~”
“Oh, but that’s also a wonderful image~” Mr. Foxington told his wife eagerly.
(His tail was wagging too, now.)
Diane waved a dismissive paw, but she couldn’t help grinning. “I’m flattered, dear, but I’ll still have to pass. I’ve never seen two politicians agree on anything, and I definitely don’t think they’d agree with my stomach…” Her expression softened, as she stroked a paw over her round tummy. “Unlike Liam here, who’s such a good boy!” the vixen cooed. She felt her breakfast shiver happily. “I’m sure he’ll feel just as good coming out -- won’t you, hun?”
(There were two very excited squirms from her stomach. Diane smiled down at Liam tenderly.)
Mr. Foxington put on a good show of sulking. “But I thought I was your good boy, my love…”
Diane floundered for a second, all of her political double-speak failing her. “O-oh! Well, I mean, I have two good boys here! But only one of them is currently on his way to my rump…~”
Her husband nodded, appeased. He finally emerged from the bedroom to get his first eye-full of his lovely full-bellied wife reclining on the couch like an elegant, satisfied lady, and…
His fluffy tail wagged faster. And all he could manage to say was just, “Wow…”
Slowly, his wife’s tail started to wag again, without any conscious effort on her part. She’d just been so worried that her husband would judge her for her… dietary choices, or shun her or be afraid or… But now, with her vorish tendencies on full display, the only expression on her lover’s muzzle was awe. The wolf hesitated, looking tentative, and Diane lazily gestured him closer with one paw. “You can touch, if you want? He’s still squirming around in there. It’ll be a little longer before he’s, you know…” The vixen grinned hungrily. “Gone. Digested. Just mush~”
Oh, even saying those words made her cunt leak into the already-soaked fur of her thighs.
Goddess, she was just the best predator, Diane thought, with a proud little flick of her tail.
And it was only polite to give her beloved Wolfy a special private show, right?
Diane lazily (and smugly) stretched one more time, then rolled over to better display her belly.
[Post-vore sex & digestion]
Mr. Foxington gave an almost instinctive thrust of his hips, and bit down on a whine. Diane could see his poor cock throb as his eyes fell on her distended abdomen. And at the same moment, she felt a strange sensation from within her belly. Wait, was that… Liam humping up against her from inside? This whole ‘willing prey’ deal was quite odd, but she definitely couldn’t complain.
What Diane could complain about, though, was the way she still wasn’t getting fucked… :(
"Now then, onto the next matter of business…” she said, letting her impatience and carnal need leak into her voice. “I am -- phew! -- very horny, and this big belly is between me and my poor cunt.” Every single word when Diane still wasn’t being touched sent another pang of desire through her body. “So I hope you haven’t cum yet, Wolfy, because that is your job.”
(The vixen’s tone was downright forceful now, as she firmly pointed down between her legs.)
“Yes, Madam Governor!” the wolf replied with a mock-salute, and Diane’s ensuing chuckle clenched all those abdominal muscles around poor Liam… even as her husband got to work.
From that point forward, there was a lot less talking.
Meanwhile, curled up inside Diane, Liam reverently explored his new home with his fingers. Every surface was slick and soft, as a sharp acidic smell filled his lungs. In Liam’s wet dreams, he hadn’t spent his last few moments soaking in half-digested mush, or being sloshed around by his predator’s eager throes of passion… but this was the full Crimson Paw experience he’d asked for. And to his eyes it was nothing short of beautiful, because he knew it was her.
Overcome by the rush of experience, the post-orgasmic haze, and the distinct lack of fresh air, Liam felt around in awe at the smooth stomach walls, stretching and wrinkling around him. His world moved to her rhythm, tilting and rolling and jostling him, hammering home the wonderful, undeniable truth that Liam was entirely hers now -- which would only grow more and more true as he melted away, until there was no longer a ‘Liam’ at all.
Liam was jostled out of his reverie by a rather energetic pounce from the full-bellied vixen, along with the muffled sounds of bed springs. There was some more rolling and squishing, as the shift in position splashed him with whatever mush remained from the Crimson Paw’s previous meal. Liam’s ears were full of the low burble-squelch of his lovely predator’s bowels, patiently waiting for his arrival… along with a few soft growls of passion in the quieter lulls between.
And then there came a squelch of a very different kind, and along with it an entire slew of new, fervent sensations. Something vaguely hard had suddenly pressed in from beneath him, from somewhere beyond the stomach walls, and he felt his predator’s body tense, her lungs heave in a gasp, and her heart begin to pound -- quickly accompanied by a ‘pounding’ from down below.
Laim felt a rush of blood up to his cheeks -- and down between his legs -- as he blushed bright red in the pitch-black depths of her belly. He was sandwiched between the two loving and very pent-up anthros: he could feel every slightest motion and internal shift of those shadowed, crimson insides. In many ways, he was more intimately connected to the vixen than even her ‘darling Wolfy’. He felt honored, humbled, and above all horny once more. He eagerly got to work, the vixen’s digestive fluids already having perfectly lubricated his once-again needy cock…
Diane gave a blissful, throaty sigh at Liam’s internal movement, broken rhythmically in time with her husband’s wonderful thrusts. But despite her Wolfy’s best efforts -- and they weren’t bad by any means -- her attention remained largely on her great, swollen gut, and how Liam’s pleasure from within mixed with and multiplied every lovely shift of her wolf’s cock within her folds. Diane pressed her already-softening belly into her husband, clenching the muscles until… UUUURP!
(Sex just felt so much better with a full belly, Diane admitted in the privacy of her own thoughts.)
Liam felt the burst of air escape from that upper valve, leading back the way he’d come. At the same moment as he felt some of the mush surrounding him slip down the lower path -- a bit of the governor’s vegan dinner from last night, perhaps? Diane’s stomach lovingly squeezed and caressed him, eager to send him slorshing down that long, winding path towards her tailhole…
Alas, Liam was still too solid to make that lovely journey. But her stomach knew exactly what to do: it clenched around him, pressing digestive fluids into his skin, working to melt him down into a smooth slush of easily-absorbed calories and fats. Then he’d be pumped deeper and deeper into the beautiful twists and turns of his predator’s body, until he finally became part of her.
Goddess, he couldn’t wait. Liam frantically pawed at his aching cock, even as he was spurred on by the urgent thrusts of impassioned love, and the pounding of his predator’s heart.
On the outside, Diane was lost in bliss. Never could she have imagined it might feel so good to have done something so seemingly bad. Waves of lofty pleasure rushed through her, from tail to toes, as both of her ‘good boys’ continued to work her body in such lovely ways. Diane inched closer to release with each eager thrust from her husband. Wolf-cock was just so wonderful, the vixen thought in a distant, dreamy haze. Accept no substitutes.
And the whole time, Diane gently caressed her belly as it burbled and groaned loudly enough to rival even the lewd sounds of their frantic lovemaking…
GUUURGLE! SLOOSH! “…stop!” GLORP!
Wait, one of those had not sounded like the others. It had almost sounded like…
For a split second, a flash of worry cut through Diane’s bliss. Had her amazing willing breakfast started having second thoughts after all? Should she stop!? How bad would she be if she kept going? They were already so far along, she was so close to orgasm and Liam was like halfway to being mush and it wasn’t as if he could get back out or anything, but maybe she should--
GLORP! “Don’t stop!” BLOORP!
Ah, now that was the Liam she’d come to know! Diane felt she’d gotten a rather good sense of his tastes in their brief time together -- so not only did she not stop, but she went harder. She pressed into her lover’s body with hips and belly all at once, working hard to grind her lovely breakfast down into fox-fat, even as her darling Wolfy panted and whined under his breath…
The constant, frantic motion engulfed the little human, nestled away within the layers of fat and fur and digestive muscle. His sense of self was fading, now -- he hardly understood where his body ended and where hers began. He was simply a part of Diane now: food in her gut, fuel for her being, blessed with the privilege of this last, amazing, intimate moment with his predator. He felt her body work its way closer and closer to climax, in a level of detail second only to Diane herself. He could feel every shiver of pleasure with her, as they approached orgasm together.
The clenches of her stomach grew stronger and stronger, her body tighter and tighter around Liam, until finally it reached a peak and the Crimson Paw’s body arched with a jolt of pleasure, and those hungry stomach walls crushed down around him. And finally, everything went black.
Glorp… Guuuurgle… Crunch.
The steady symphony of Diane’s belly, quieter now that her breakfast had stopped squirming, was a serenade to the vixen’s ears. It was paired with a panting duet as she glided through the blissful highs of her pleasure, her Wolfy pressed tightly against her and her bulging stomach.
And even as the two canids relaxed in the afterglow, Liam’s final breath slowly meandered up Diane’s throat, a last reminder of his delicious flavor, until it emerged with a crass, lazy UAARP.
The vixen blushed, holding a paw in front of her mouth with a bashful “Oh! Pardon me…”
Her husband made a show of waving a paw in front of his poor, abused nose.
Diane stuck out her tongue at him in response.
They spent the afternoon relaxing in the warm, comfortable silence (broken only by the gurgles of Diane’s very satisfied stomach). “You know, I was wondering…” the wolf finally murmured. He was curled up with his wife in post-coital bliss, tied together by his knot and buried beneath soft, plush blankets in the governor-size bed: it felt like paradise. “You were talking about how you ate lots of bad guys, years ago… If we’d met back then, would you have eaten me?”
Liam had stopped moving at some point. The wolf could feel the bulge between him and his lovely foxy wife slowly shrinking, as the human’s mushy remains were siphoned down into her bowels. The thought made his cock twitch again, even though he’d just come a little while ago.
“Of course not, dear!” Diane said reassuringly. The vixen paused, fighting down an impish grin. “I only eat -- or rather, um, ate -- humans. I’m sure wolves would give me hairballs~”
The wolf batted his eyes at her, visibly seeking praise and lovey-dovey compliments. “Aww, the only reason you wouldn’t eat me is hairballs, my dearest darlingest vixen?”
Diane thought for a minute. “Yep!” she told him cheerfully, before planting a kiss on his snout.
The wolf swatted at her playfully, but she sinuously twisted to avoid his paw, even tied together at the hips. With her husband’s knot still inside her, Diane rolled over to press her full belly down on top of him, pinning the wolf beneath Liam’s liquid weight and seeking out his muzzle for little playful teasing kiss-nuzzles, even as she ever-so-slightly nipped at his lips with her teeth.
(They were both wound-up enough that this playful flirting quickly transitioned into Round Two.)
Even after Mr. Foxington’s knot finally slipped free (dripping a trail of sticky wolf-cum down her inner thighs), the two stayed cuddled in bed even as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon. After a goodnight kiss that faintly tasted of Liam, Diane’s lover dozed off first, slowly thrusting up against her still-soft belly in his sleep -- like an impromptu and slightly morbid threesome.
He looked beautiful, Diane thought, hiding a smile and gently scratching behind her husband’s ears in exactly the same place she liked to be scratched. He was just so cute with that tiny smile on his sleeping muzzle… not that she’d ever use the c-word to his face, when he was awake.
Eventually, Diane yawned. She’d had a wonderful meal, and now her body wanted to just rest and devote its energy to processing all those calories. Diane slept well that night, better than she had in years. Just like she’d told Liam, a big meal always made her sleep like a kit…
[The next day (digestion continues)]
By the time Diane woke up, her belly was still round, but less sloshing. Her body had drained most of Liam’s more liquid bits into her intestines overnight, and now her stomach held only the solid parts that were slower to digest: bones, hair, other roughage. The vixen trusted her body to handle this next stage of digestion just fine, but it did mean she couldn’t leave the house yet.
After a quick shower to clean all the wolf-cum out of her fur, Diane tucked away the incriminating photos in a private little safe she’d had installed in the wall, one that even she would find hard to crack. What, she thought to herself defensively. She’s sentimental.
And by the time the vixen had finished tucking away her little reminder of Liam, it was time for her goddess-damned meetings to start up again. She held them all over video, claiming to still have a touch of an upset stomach -- though of course Liam didn’t seem very upset with his new home. Diane was careful to keep her belly out of the camera frame, and lower her microphone’s sensitivity so it didn’t pick up the gurgles and glorps. Yesterday had been her one sick day per year, so today would be twice as terribly busy… But Diane knew it wasn’t all bad. She had Liam as company -- and as padding, to keep her rump from getting sore after staying seated all day.
Diane Foxington always tried to maintain a stomach-half-full view of life.
Either way, she didn’t want to answer any awkward questions about the sloshing roundness of her belly, with a hundred pounds of half-liquid meat inside. And besides, humans always made the vixen rather gassy. Honestly, she was doing her cabinet’s noses a favor by staying home.
By the next morning, after Liam had stewed in her stomach for a solid two days, Diane's belly had shrunk enough that nobody would suspect. Almost reluctantly, she trotted back toward the governor’s office, to resume her normal daily routine. She took her normal lunchtime jog around the neighborhood, greeting all her neighbors and the local gardeners: Diane prided herself on knowing every name by heart. A few of her staff teased her for gaining a bit of weight, but she just laughed disarmingly and attributed it to a cheat day: nobody obeyed their diet all the time!
(In Liam’s defense, he hadn’t been junk food. He’d actually been rather fit -- quite thoughtful of him, really! -- but he was still a lot more calories than her body consumed in a normal day. So a bit of exercise was definitely needed, if she didn’t want all of him to head right toward her hips.)
[Disposal/scat]
Halfway through a meeting Diane blushed bright crimson, as a lazy PFFFRRRTTT slipped out from under her tail. The governor bashfully excused herself, for the first of several visits to the vixens’ room. Ironically, she left halfway through a discussion of the budget for a new municipal sewer system. Diane had already tucked the incriminating photos away in her personal safe, so now it was time to dispose of the last physical evidence linking to her delicious crimes.
Diane seated herself comfortably on her porcelain throne (which felt more padded than before) then raised her tail and relaxed her pucker to let out the first few feet of what used to be Liam. It wasn’t all of him, of course, there was still plenty of ex-human chyme plumping out her belly and her bowels. But it was still the beginning of a long goodbye, and to Diane’s surprise she found it surprisingly bittersweet. There wasn’t very much to mark her first willing meal, no trace of those eager blue eyes or tan skin: just a smooth coil of brown, like any other bowel movement -- apart from the small white speckles that were the last remnants of bone. For all that he’d been much more satisfying and filling than cricket burgers, the end result looked more or less the same.
Liam really had been such an accommodating breakfast, and she couldn’t begrudge him a little show as he arrived at the (rear) end of his journey. Diane looked down at the slowly growing coil in the brown-splattered white bowl as she reminisced rather fondly. “You were so wonderful, Liam. Absolutely lovely: the best meal any vixen could possibly ask for…” She gave him a soft smile, keeping her voice low so her staff couldn’t hear. “Deep down, I’ve always believed that anybody, with a little time and effort, can become the best version of themselves. And forgive me for saying so, but I think this is the best version of you, dear. A couple inches of warm, soft fox-fat, plus a quick flush at the end… isn’t that better than being human?”
And just as Diane wiped and flushed, her stomach rumbled again, very insistently. Maybe eating a human after ten years going ‘clean’ had awakened some long-buried hungers… or maybe the vixen was just eating for two now. She had forgotten her birth control that specific morning, as it happened… though to be fair, she hadn’t expected to get railed over her coffee table quite like that either, so it was an understandable mistake. Either way, she might as well take Wolfy for a date in the fanciest restaurant in town, and discuss the… possible expansion of their little family.
Besides, it would be good for her to be seen out and about again, even if there might be gossip about how their governor could have gained thirty pounds of chub during two days of “bed rest”.
[Aftermath]
Diane returned to her meeting with a polite smile, apologizing for the delay. But the well-fed vixen couldn’t quite focus on budget debates or political discussion. Although Liam himself had already been dumped, he lingered on her mind -- and her hips, if not her tongue. Were there others like him out there, somewhere? Other willing prey, Diane’s hidden “secret admirers”?
Her stomach rumbled at the thought.
The vixen blushed, though the other people in the meeting were polite enough not to comment.
Somehow, Diane made it through the rest of her day in the office, although most of her time was spent daydreaming about future meals. It was just a fantasy, though. She was vegan again now!
After what felt like an eternity, Diane made it back to her mansion. “Wolfy, I’m hooome…” she called out, and she could nearly hear her husband’s tail start wagging.
Diane hadn’t found time to paw off in a closet, so the fur of her thighs was soaked enough that she could hear quiet squelches with every step she took -- perhaps her husband could help with that. But as she walked in, the vixen noticed how Liam’s pants were still lying on the floor where he’d left them two days ago. She’d been so busy catching up on meetings (and every-so-often nipping off to the vixens’ room) that she’d forgotten to drop off his clothes at the donation bin.
As Diane lifted her former meal’s pants, she couldn't resist giving them a nice, long, luxurious sniff: ahhhh, she could still smell his delicious scent on them. Goddess, smelling it again made her stomach rumble pleadingly, begging for a second course. Diane pushed down the thought, feeling rather cross. Liam had been an anomaly, a lucky once-in-a-lifetime culinary opportunity.
And Diane was a Good Girl now, dammit -- the vixen would never be eating any more humans, so her belly should just shush and accept that fact, and…
The vixen paused, cocking her head curiously, as she noticed an odd weight in one pocket.
Diane frowned, riffling through the discarded clothing until she pulled out Liam’s phone.
The vixen felt a flicker of curiosity, and swiped it open. She was surprised to discover that Liam hadn’t set a password -- had he wanted her to look? Then her muzzle fell open as the internet browser loaded, revealing a comment thread on some strange website named… Eka’s Portal?
Six hundred and forty-two comments, pictures from her speeches where she was caught with her mouth open, animations and art and stories focused on her… not to mention a few horny comments about her husband too, fantasizing about slipping down his throat instead.
Huh.
Slowly, the vixen’s tail started to wag again. Ah, one last gift from her lovely meal…~
Well well well, Diane thought happily, as she opened up the messaging app on the website. She scrolled through profiles like perusing a gourmet menu, licking her lips without even thinking.
Perhaps that special romantic dinner-date with her lovely Wolfy wouldn’t be at a restaurant…