Fatal
vore, Feral Pred, Graphic Digestion, and Graphic Disposal.Stop at
the ~~~ line if you don’t want scat.
Fox's Meal
She's found me. I sit
staring paralysed at her face looking down on me. Her bright green
eyes looking down on my frozen form. She looks over her meal before
lowering her wet, black nose to my fur and sniffing hard. She
considers my scent for a moment before poking out her tongue and
dragging it over my body. Her rough tongue pushes over me like a wet
blanket, dampening me and