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Sarah suddenly squeezed Chris's belly with both her paws, causing a massive belch to erupt yet again from the poor foxy gullet. This time, out flew a pair of pants, and Samantha's necktie cloth scarf thingie. Sarah giggled happily as the clothes splattered on the ground, sizzling a bit as the acids met fresh air. Chris blushed a bit and felt a bit bad for the poor kitty inside his gut, but more expert rubs and kneads from Sarah's paws quickly made him forget all that.

Inside Chris's ravenous gut, Samantha wasn't doing so well. Her clothing and fur were melting, and the stomach liquids had gotten in her every crevice, even her eyes got a bit of the stinging acids in them. she meowed weakly and pathetically, still trying to plead for her release, even if she knew it would never happen. She was doomed to digest, and running low on air, from all that belching.

Sarah Scooped up Sam's scarf and wiped it off a bit, before gently tying it around Chris's neck. "Chrissy, You're gonna get a lot of lovely trophies from this kitty, but this one? It's special. I Sarah Vixen pronounce you a certified rookie predator. Congrats my sweet little fox~" she cooed gently as she gave him a congratulating smooch, tugging the scarf on nice and snug. It was comfy and surprisingly soft, the acids didn't ruin it one bit. Chris felt so happy to make Sarah happy, that was a greater trophy than anything he'd belch out of his belly.

After a while of cuddling and churning, Samantha succumbed to the powerful fox guts. They kneaded and churned over her meat, quickly slogging her fur and clothes off, and eating away at her body, making her into nutrients. She had made a lovely meal, and was a great learning experience for Chris. He wouldn't forget the kitty antime soon, and although he'd struggle with the idea of eating someone as innocent as her for a while, he soon learned to accept that she was just food.

It had gotten late, and Chris couldn't stay awake any longer. The food coma kicked in as his stomach went into overdrive, churning up his meal. He tugged up his hood, and sarah "held" his glasses as he took a nap, cuddled against the softest vixen he knew, happy and warm. Sarah gently pet over her dear friend as she thought about what she had planned next, and what she'd do to make Chris into a big strong predator, just like her.

Kitty's all gone, good work tummy.

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