Village Trouble
By Jag
Contains: Macro/micro, oral vore, digestion

There are those in the world much bigger than others. They are called macros, taller than the trees themselves and some even taller still. While a scary bunch most macros were harmless and simple. The smaller creatures of the world soon decided that they could use the help of the macros in their lands and recruited them to work for their villages. It was a very good and a very smart relationship. A village got protection from things that could cause destruction to their way of living while the macro got most any favor that was asked of the village. It was a pretty good way of living, especially for one macro fox that lived nearby to a village of wolves. 

For years the fox protected and helped with various things throughout the village. Being so large meant that he could easily accomplish more physical things than almost the entire village. Moving various pieces of equipment, plowing fields for seed planting, it always took the fox less than a day to do these things while it usually took the wolves almost a week. For his service the village offered up food and other services that they could help the macro out with. The food was the best part of the job as the entire village would get together and cook a huge meal for him every week. One thing the fox was sure of was that the meals he got from the wolves got progressively better with each year he lived with them. What had started out as little meals to sate his hunger quickly turned into extravagant parties that the whole village would enjoy, the fox getting so much love for his helpful nature. 

Other than meals the fox didn't really have much that he wanted from the wolves. All he did was come down from his den on a nearby hill and help out for the way before escaping back during the evening to sleep. Each month the wolves always asked if he wanted anything else from them other than meals and he usually refused anything they offered to do for him. Though one day a couple years back the wolves offered a full body massage. This was the only thing that perked the fox's interest and he allowed them to do this. It entailed several of the wolves to climb onto his body and rub at his belly, back, feet and ears. Needless to say the fox quickly took a liking to these massages and requested them every few days. As the years went on he broke through some of the initial nervousness of having his body rubbed and got the wolves to go as far as pawing his rather large form off. This also became one of his greatest joys within the village and always seemed to go along with his body massage. There was nothing like a six wolf happy ending after the rest of his body had been rubbed and scritched. 

The fox had been employed with the wolves for around five years and they watched him grow up from a teenage sized macro to an adult sized macro. The five year mark had just passed few months back, but the wolves in the village were still celebrating the good fortune their village had for the past few years. This allowed the large fox to request body massages almost every single day. The wolves were more than happy to go up to the fox's den each morning to pamper him. 

Today had started out as a day like any other. The fox awoke to the sound of birds chirping and slipped out of his den to watch the sun rise higher in the sky, something he found almost magical each time he watched it. The fox wandered from his den for about an hour, finding various things that he could munch on for breakfast. He soon returned to his home and waited for his entourage of wolves. It wasn't long before they showed up, the fox laying leaning against the side of his den and allowing the wolves to get into position. Two worked on his footpaws, the warm smell of sweat and musk coating each of them as they rubbed. The fox was happy that they didn't mind that position and were in fact quite happy with it. Two worked on his stomach and one on his chest. Today was a treat as he got two wolves on his shoulders who would occasionally try to slip down and itch at his back. One wolf took to the macro's head, itching behind his ears and causing low murrls to echo about the area. 

Finally there was one wolf that happened to like rubbing at the fox's tongue, positioned on the center of it. His paws rubbed at the back of the tongue while his footpaws pressed down against the tip. The fox's mouth was rather hot and slimy, but the wolf didn't seem to care. All he wanted was to please the large creature that had protected his entire world from coming to harm. Most of the wolves in the village had made a special connection to the fox, which made things all the easier when he wanted one of them to rub a different section of his body. 

Shutting his eyes the macro fox just relaxed his body, allowing all of the wolves to rub at his body and relax him even further. The fox's breath washed over the small wolf in his mouth and he did his best to keep his muzzle opened just a tad as to allow the wolf inside to see what he was doing. Still, every so often his muzzle would close and his tongue would lick at the wriggling wolf inside, which only made each of them giggle at the feel of the other. With a quick clench the fox squeezed his toes around each of the wolves head's, causing them to push harder into the pawpads. A soft groan echoed up out of the fox's throat as he started to almost drift off to sleep, this massage session being something he'd really needed. 

He'd first stayed up most of the night watching the stars in the sky and wandering around outside of the village. There were a few reports of a couple of other macros in the area, but most of the time those reports were wrong. The fox knew full well that there weren't any other macros in the general area, but that didn't stop the little ones from thinking such things. Of course having stayed up most of the night it didn't help that the fox always woke up around the same time each morning. With that having been his latest night up in the past year the rubbing felt even greater than normal and practically made him fall asleep. 

Resting his eyes some the fox slowly began to slouch; making most of the wolves stop what they were doing to allow the fox to move. As he slipped downward in his position the fox's head knocked off the side of his den, making him suddenly snap his eyes open and swallow. This was the first time that he'd ever done something like that and like someone accidentally gulping down a piece of chewing up the fox had swallowed up the wolf inside of his mouth. His eyes widened some as he felt squirming moving down his throat, the wolf kicking and moving all the way down the throat. The macro fox then felt the tiny creature splash down into his stomach. 

The fox turned to look away from those on his stomach, his eyes adjusting to the trees in front of him. His mind raced with what had happened and he couldn't believe what he'd done. Even if it had been an accident he wasn't sure how everyone was going to react when he told them. Fear was the most likely answer, but the last thing the huge fox needed was to have the entire village fear him over something he hadn't meant to do. A very low whimper escaped from the fox's mouth as he kept thinking about being shunned by the village he'd practically grown up in. A low yelp soon came from the fox as he felt something start to pound around in his stomach. He glanced down at his belly and watched as the two wolves below him kept rubbing, not feeling anything from the outside. From the inside though, it felt like a whole different kind of body massage. The constant feel of movement inside of his gut caused a deep blush to work across his face and an even deeper murr to slip from his mouth. The wolves shrugged the happy sounds off, knowing full well their massaging usually made the fox make various sounds, smells and messes. 

Feeling something alive and moving around inside of him felt so good. It was like a dream come true and in the very back of his mind the fox wondered what exactly it felt like with more than one wolf squirming around inside. Glancing down at the wolves on his stomach he plucked one of them up and gave them a little nuzzle. This made the small wolf giggle and push at the huge muzzle. He then watched it open wide in front of him and right away the wolf knew he was be reassigned to tongue duty, something he'd only done twice before. 

Being placed on the warm tongue the fox quickly shut his mouth and encased the tiny wolf in darkness. From there he just let the wolf go on with his normal duties as tongue rubber. He felt those tiny paws moving around on his tongue while the wolf crawled about on his hands and knees, trying to get every piece of the moving appendage rubbed. For the first time in his life the fox started to taste the wolf in his mouth, his tongue slurping wetly over the trapped creature. This caused several loud giggling sounds to work out from the closed maw. That laughter was soon silenced by a rather wet squelch, the fox gulping the wolf down with only a slight bit of hesitation. As the wolf moved down his throat in a tad bit of panic the fox groaned deeply and shuddered. The second wolf joined the first and the rubbing inside of his belly doubled. The fox just lulled his tongue from his mouth and groaned, enjoying the feeling so much more than everything else he'd ever felt. 

Plucking the one from his head the fox gave him a long, slimy lick of thanks and then placed him in his mouth. The wolf began to rub about to the best of his ability, not knowing what had happened to the two previous tongue rubbers. So far the wolves just thought the fox had been spitting the others out and putting them elsewhere, unknowing of the truth of what was going on. Tilting his head backward the fox allowed the wolf inside to roll along his tongue and then squish down into the entrance of his throat. He waited a good minute to swallow and just let the wolf struggle half in and half out of that tight, hot throat. With a soft swallow the fox condemned another wolf to his throat and then gut, putting a third one to work rubbing about at his innards. 

Drool began to drip down on the tiny wolf working over the outside of his chest, but the fox quickly slurped over his lips and gave a faint smile to the wolf as he looked up. He sighed as the wolf went back to work on his gut, which began to churn the three trapped wolves about, making their rubbing from the inside all the more frantic and quick. Swiftly grabbing the wolf from his left shoulder the fox opened wide and dumped him inside. He didn't bother to even taste this wolf before giving him a rather quick trip down to his gut. The wolf on the right shoulder just stared as he watched the fox gulp down his friend, but before he could say or do anything he was being switched to the role of tongue rubber, which quickly turned into the job of inner stomach massager. 

The fox slowly leaned his head down so that his chin was resting on his chest, his lips quivering in front of the wolf there. Slowly he opened wide and panted on the tiny creature, the smell of wolf coating the breath of the fox. The wolf twitched his nose at the scent and took a look deep into the pink recesses of the fox mouth. Inside the dark pink gullet twitched and opened wide, a hot belch working out across the tiny wolf. The small micro flattened his ears and then just felt a paw cup under him and lift him into that slimy mouth. He reached a paw forward to rub at the tongue, but stopped as the tongue just lifted up under him and send him plummeting down into that gullet as it suddenly opened wide. A hearty gulp pulled that wolf downward and it wasn't long before he joined the rest of the wolves inside of the dark insides of the fox's middle. 

They quickly formulated a plan which called for them all to pound at the stomach walls while yelling to be let out. As they started to do this the sound managed to echo up and out from the flesh of the macro fox's belly allowing the lone fox on the outside hear and feel what was happening. The wolf just looked down at the stomach and watched as various paw prints seemed to show up. He pressed back down on them and then grunted as he felt his tail being pinched, his body soon lifting up into the air. The wolf let out a loud call for help as the fox opened up wide, revealing the drool soaked pink mouth that his fellow wolves had already been introduced to. The two wolves near the fox's feet just watched for a few seconds at what was going on. They saw all they needed to, the small wolf tossed into that mouth, sloshed around and then sent down the large neck of the fox with a gulp. 

Now frightened of their huge friend the wolves began to back upward, but were stopped as the fox placed a footpaw on each of them. The large paws held them to the ground making their struggle all in vain. Reaching down the large fox grabbed each of the wolves, holding one in each of his paws. He looked them over and smirked wide before dangling one of them over his open maw. The wolf yelled loudly and was soon dropped inside, a wet snap coming from the fox's jaws as they were shut tight. The other wolf could hear the wet struggling of his friend from where he was held, the sound of sucking loud enough to send a shudder down his spine. He whined as he watched a lump form in the fox's throat and then start to descend. 

Before he could watch the bulge vanish the last wolf was tossed up into the air, his voice yelling loudly into the sky as he fell back toward the ground. The fox judged the landing and opened up wide, snarfing the wolf up with ease. Without moving his head the fox gave a quick swallow to the last wolf that had begun the day massaging his body, sealing his fate with all the rest. 

Smacking his lips and letting out a low belch the fox just sat there, enjoying the wriggling going on inside of his body. It was a feeling unlike any he had imagined and he couldn't believe that something like this was possible, a feeling of utter joy. The fox belched a little louder as the wolves inside pushed and pounded at his firm, but slick stomach walls. The lewd expulsion of air caused the nine micros inside to tumble around and stall in their rubbing, a deep gurgle erupting around them seconds later. The fox didn't know what was going on to those inside of them, but the movement increased almost ten fold in a few short minutes, the squirming becoming much more than a delight, almost a weird sexual thrill. Panting and groaning the fox felt his tired body soon start to slip off into sleep while his stomach bubbled away at the trapped wolves inside, causing them to slowly go still as the fox dreamed. 

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Upon awaking several hours later the fox thought the entire events that had happened to him were a dream. He soon realized differently as he licked over his lips and swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth. The taste of wolf was heavy in his mouth. He quickly blew a breath into his cupped paws and sniffed deeply, able to pick up each of wolf's scent. A worried look suddenly spread across the fox's face, his ears pinning back to his head. He'd eaten nine of his friends. Nine wolves that he'd spent five years protecting and keeping from harm. He was the one to finally do them in. A low whine came from the fox as he tried to think of a way to get out of what he had done. He had to go to the village quickly. It'd been awhile since the wolves came up to rub over him and he knew the others would be getting worried as they hadn't come back yet. The fox tried to wipe the guilty look off his face, replacing it with that of fear. He quickly slipped away from his den and down toward the village, stopping at a nearby lake to wash the smell of wolf from his mouth. He continued onward and began to think about what he was going to tell everyone. 

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It'd taken several hours of explaining to the entire village what had happened to those that had gone up to massage him that morning. The story the fox had come up with dealt with a large feline macro storming into the area and catching him and the wolves by surprise. Unable to get up in time the feline managed to knock him out and take the wolves for himself, which probably meant they had been eaten. Of course that wasn't very far from the truth as they had been eaten and only the fox knew by whom. He'd done his best at telling the story, but twice as he spoke two huge belches came from his mouth. Each time that happened he covered his mouth, blocking out any smells that could ruin his lie while at the same time excusing himself as he always did. Getting to the end of the story the fox did his best to look as sad as possible, apologizing to everyone about not being able to protect his friends, though he'd easily done that by making them all a part of him. 

The rest of the wolves bowed to the fox and told him they were slightly angered by his inability to protect them, but understood that he'd been taken by surprise. The fox sighed happily to himself as the entire village believed his story and soon went back up to his den to think about what he'd done. He was very sorry for having eaten up so many wolves, but at the same time the movement inside of his body was so much better than any micro wolf rubbing he could ever hope for. He hung his head just crawled into his den, his mind racked with guilt as he didn't mean to swallow the first wolf at all and that just turned the whole situation into an even bigger mess. 

That night he dreamt about each and every wolf that he'd eaten, going through meeting them for the first time to feeling them squirm about inside of his gut. He awoke several times through the night feeling a little worse about having eaten all those delicious wolves. As he lay in bed the wolf sighed and swore that he'd never eat another of his friends, though in the very back of his mind the fox lusted after the feeling of something being alive inside of him. 

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The fox managed to get through a week of work before giving into his raw desire to eat another of the wolves. One of his good friends asked him to come to the lake for a bath and it as just too good an opportunity to pass up. As he watched the small wolf dive into the water the fox slipped casually in himself. The two often played a game where he'd slip deep down into the water and then try and pop up without being seen. The fox nervously looked about at the surrounding area and once he knew the cost was clear he slipped beneath the water's surface. The wolf floated about the water and soon figured that his friend was no longer above the water. A grin slipped over the wolf's face as he started to swim about, wanting to get over near the edge of the water so he could spot the rising fox. 

Before the wolf could do so he felt the water suddenly get sucked downward, his small body spinning in a small whirlpool. Seconds later he vanished under the water, leaving a few bubbles on the surface of the clear blue liquid. Half a minute strolled by before a larger bubble came up from deep down in the water. It broke once reaching the surface leaving the sound of a faint belch to travel across the immediate area. The fox soon came up for air, sputtering for breath as he'd sucked the poor wolf down into the water and guzzled him down with a good amount of water. 

Of course the wolf didn't know where he was. For all he knew the lake had sucked him down inside of some very hot and weird scented cave. Splashing around in the warm area the small wolf began to bang on the slimy walls, calling out to his friend for help. The fox's only response was a deep and satisfied sigh as he felt the lone wolf inside struggling about. There was a part of the fox that didn't want his friend to parish, but the fact that he kept moving and pushing about made that lusty feeling return to the fox's mind. Sitting by the lake the fox just enjoyed the feeling of his friend moving about inside of him until his stomach claimed him, converting him into food and a very small part of the fox's self. 

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The fox once again lied when he went the village, said his friend had drowned while they were playing in the water. He then told them he'd buried the fox nearby and said a prayer for him before returning to the village. Once again the lie worked on the village, but as the fox went back to his den that same guilty feeling came to his head. He had to stop all of this before it got out of hand. He decided that in order to beat this he needed to go cold turkey. 

That of course wasn't the best idea in the world. The fox went an entire month without a wriggling meal, which only made him hungrier for his friends. Each time he headed into the village he wanted to grab a handful of the wolves and eat them. He wanted to cram so many into his stomach that he'd be full for a week. Often he found himself drooling on those he was around, but he always apologized to them before they grew suspicious of his thoughts. He'd grown so hungry for his little friends that he was willing to just go into the village and devour them all. Luckily for them the fox still managed to convince himself otherwise as he didn't want to eat everyone and then have nobody alive to cook a decent meal for him. 

As more of that month ticked by the fox decided he needed at least a few snacks to get him through the next few weeks. Late one night the macro crept down to the village and spotted a few of the more tasty looking wolves up late in the village square. There must have been at least ten of them gathered there chatting about things to come and what to do with themselves during the next few weeks. The fox easily scooped up the ten of them, covering them in his paws so that their shouts for help were lost to the world. Heading back to his den the fox dropped them all on his stomach and began to swallow each of them alive. He enjoyed the struggles they put up, especially once inside of him. While he knew guilt would haunt him for the next few weeks the fox didn't care. As long as he had this moment and ten snacks he couldn't care less. 

In a matter of seconds the fox's binge was over and he was left with little wolf bulges moving around inside of his stomach. He rubbed at his stomach and focused as best he could, wanting to hold off digesting his snacks so that they could just move about inside of him for a good portion of the night. Though when the fox drifted to sleep his stomach took over almost instantly, gurgling away the poor wolves and adding their bodies to his own. 

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This pattern repeated itself over and over again for the next few months. The fox would hold off and then grab bunch of wolves when he couldn't wait any longer. As time went on the fox began to take bigger and bigger handfuls of wolves from the village. Those nights he'd stuff himself as full as possible and then relax to the sounds and feels of trapped wolves. He'd then drift off to sleep and awake, broken hearted and self hating. Even these feelings couldn't stop him for continuing on with what he'd been doing. 

The wolves suspected that the fox was the source of the monthly disappearances, but what were they to do? Confront the fox and end up meals for him. The wolves preferred denial to just ending their lives by questioning the macro. It was, of course, the most sensible thing to do. Lock up tight and hope for the best. If not you were as good as meal as any of a giant and very hungry fox.