Only three days left.
 
 That's what the billboard said. Blake didn't pay it much mind as she drove by it on the
way home after work. For one, it wasn't even being updated anymore. The big draw was tonight,
not in three days. Some lucky winner was going to get to spend a night with Felicia, the famous
vixen beauty who was auctioning herself off for charity. It was a good cause, even if it was oddly
kinky for something literally plastered all over the city. Blake was glad she wasn't a parent who
had to explain it all to young minds.
 
 Technically, she had entered, but the odds were vastly against her. Some people had
bought dozens of tickets compared to her single one, making their chances of winning several
times better than her own. And even if she did somehow win - would they even let her claim
such a prize? She was just some bunny after all, certainly not someone who could handle a
fox-like Felicia. Blake had never even eaten someone her size or smaller, much less someone
bigger.
 
 That was the unspoken but widely-known secret behind the whole raffle. The billboard
said the lucky winner would be spending "a very special night" with the vixen, but everyone
knew what that actually meant. Felicia wasn't coming back from that special date. Blake could
never really understand it. She wasn't one to judge someone for what got them off, but as far as
fetishes went that sure seemed like one of the least inconsequential of them all.
 
 She pulled up in her driveway and headed in to see what her boyfriend was up to. Ellis
was stretched back on the couch, so intently focused on the television he didn't even notice her
coming in. Which was unlike him - she was pretty sure she'd hardly ever seen him watching
anything at all. The white rabbit was much the opposite of her black-furred appearance, and
when he noticed her he gave a smile but kept one eye on the screen the whole time.
 
 "What's got you so enraptured?" she teased, flopping herself onto the cushion beside him,
still in her work clothes but too tired out to bother changing yet.
 
 "They're right about to do the big draw," he said, reaching over to give her a fond stroke
on the shoulder. "Pretty much everyone who's anyone is gathered downtown to watch. It's really
something else."
 
 "Guess I'm not anyone then!" She feigned offence.
 
 "Maybe you should be there. What if you win it all? You'll look awfully silly sitting at
home with your boring boyfriend while they plaster your name all over the big screens."
 
 She gave his shoulder a whap. "You're not boring, don't even say that. And we both know
I'm not going to win. I was just supporting the cause when I bought the ticket."
 
 He glanced over to where she'd carelessly tossed her purse on getting home. "Where even
is your ticket? Come on, at least humour me."
 
 "Fine, fine," she said, and she had to smirk. It was fun to see him excited about
something. So she dug through her purse a while, half thinking she had lost it as the many
screens started flashing with dramatically cycling numbers. The crowd was rising to a peak of
excitement, and Ellis wouldn't stop nudging her as if it would help her find that damn little ticket.
 
 "They're announcing the winner! What's your number? Hurry!" he urged her.
 
 "I don't know! Give me a second."
 
 On the screen, there was a hail of fireworks, followed by a spotlight shining through the
audience, looking for the winner. Except, no one was answering the call of stardom. The initial
exuberance was starting to die down in favour of awkwardness, with the host trying to keep the
energy up amid the murmuring and exchanging of glances. He stopped, and read the numbers
again, more slowly and clearly just in case there was some mistake.
 
 Blake finally found her ticket, all crumpled and a bit coffee-stained, but she didn't even
get a chance to unfold it before Ellis just snatched it from her.
 
 "Hey!"
 
 "One five six o' eight. That's what he said, right? That's what he just said?" Ellis was
bouncing on the spot.
 
 "Come on." She refused to actually believe him. It would be just like him to string her
along like that.
 
 "I think you just won. Seriously. No fooling. I'll owe you a hundred-foot rubs if I'm
lying."
 
 "Lemme see."
 
 He handed her the ticket. It was just like he said. The number matched the one glowing
on the giant screen, surrounded by cheesy graphics of fireworks. She read the ticket a few times
over, just to be absolutely sure. The host's face was lighting up again, getting over the initial
awkwardness.
 
 "Hang on ladies and gentlemen! I've just been informed that we're going to try getting our
winner on the phone. Everyone hold your breath! Or maybe don't, lest you pass out, ha ha ha!"
 
 Just as that top hat-wearing announcer said the word 'phone', Blake felt a buzz. It was her
cell, vibrating wildly as if it somehow knew that particular call was urgent. She felt oddly numb
as she fished it out of her purse and answered it. She could hear cheering on the other side.
 
 "Uh. Hello?"
 
 After a slight delay, she heard her own voice coming from the television. It sounded
different than it did in her head. Deeper than she liked it. The cheering in the background
escalated, coming through two speakers at once.
 
 "Hellooooo lucky winnnnner!" came the excessively excited voice of the TV host.
"You've won!"
 
 "What." It couldn't have come out any flatter.
 
 "That's right! Out of the thousands, you have been selected for a verrry special night with
THE world's hottest vixen herself. I can only ask you one question. Are you HUNGRY for your
prize?"
 
 If ever there were a moment where Blake didn't know what to say, it was that one. She
blinked, looked to Ellis who was wide-eyed with glee but entirely unhelpful. And finally, she just
continued in that flat tone of hers.
 
 "... You know I'm a rabbit, right?"
 
 Moments later, she heard the crowd reacting. Some laughed uproariously. Others just
cheered and applauded. A few of them booed. Not too many, but she heard them over the rest of
the din. Something about them made her heart sink. They were all hearing her voice. They all
knew she was a rabbit, and they were all jealous of her win over a more proper predator. She half
wondered if someone was going to throw a brick through her window at any moment.
 
 The revelation only briefly dented the host's enthusiasm. "Uh, well... no rule against that!
I think! What do you say, folks? Nothing wrong with that, right?"
 
 He held the mic out to the many faces looking back at him, and the response was as
mixed as before. Some people were still booing, and viciously. She bit her lip and reached over
to squeeze at Ellis' hand as she held the phone to one of her long ears and shrugged.
 
 "What do I have to do?" She was sounding awfully cold, even disinterested she realized,
when she heard her own voice played back to her. That was probably part of the reason why
some people sounded so mad. That and the whole rabbit thing.
 
 "A limo will be at your door shortly to take you to Miss Angeli's private penthouse any
minute now! You just hang tight. And make sure not to eat anything, if you know what I mean!
Have fun!"
 
 His wink at the camera couldn't have been more obnoxious. She thought that the end
result was supposed to be some kind of secret, but seemed that was out the window. The call was
over, and she just put down her phone and gave a look over to her boyfriend. Judging by the
delighted look on his face, she didn't even need to ask her next question, but she went ahead
anyway just to be sure.
 
 "Um. So, I guess I'm really going to do this. You don't mind the idea of me spending the
night with another woman?"
 
 He gave her the silliest grin. "Okay, I will admit. Me? Totally predictable guy. This has
been, like... my fantasy. Even though I don't get to come along, just knowing you're gonna do it
is enough."
 
 She gave him a warm smile, but a dawning realization furrowed her brow again. "Crap!
I'm not even, like, dressed. I look all frumpy. They're going to be here any -"
 
 Before she even finished her sentence, the doorbell rang. They had her address sure, but it
was still alarming how quickly they tracked her down. The thought of those angry boos came to
her mind again, and so she tugged at Ellis' hand, insisting he come with her when she rose to
answer the door. Her hair was a mess, and her work clothes were rumpled and a bit dirty, but
there was no time to fix herself up.
 
 Thankfully, it wasn't a horde of angry faces on the other side of the peephole. Nor was it
a wall of reporters with cameras and microphones. Just one tall fellow, a straight-lipped wolf in
sunglasses, muscular arms folded as he waited. She was grateful for the secrecy, though still
paranoid that there were mobs waiting in the bushes with Molotov cocktails or something. With
a breath, she opened the door.
 
 "Evening, ma'am," came the booming voice of the wolf, just completing the whole tough
bodyguard kind of thing he had going on.
 
 "Uh, hi. Um. Can I have a minute to finish getting ready?" She glanced past him,
scanning up and down the street for anyone who might have been watching. There were lights on
in the window across the street, and three figures posed there, staring. The limo must have been a
dead giveaway. All glitzy and entirely out of place in her modest neighbourhood. Soon enough
word would spread, and people would put things together. Not just some rabbit, but her.
 
 "Take your time," he calmly said.
 
 Despite how relaxed he was, she still moved as quickly as she could. This whole thing
was supposed to be a prize, a special occasion, but she couldn't help but feel frazzled. She rushed
about the house while the wolf stoically waited at the door. Ellis followed her around, picking up
on her unspoken requests, helping her get what she needed. He tossed her a comb which she
drew through her curls as she hurried about. He found some nice shoes for her, mercifully
without heels. Eventually she was wearing a decent-looking red dress, though she didn't have
time to really do her hair or fur. It was going to have to do. God she hoped there weren't cameras.
 
 "Do I at least look decent?" she asked him, biting her lip.
 
 "Gorgeous, hon," he assured. "I wish I could come with you."
 
 "Maybe I'll bring her home with me. If you know what I mean." She gave a wink, though
her tone wasn't exactly confident.
 
 He shot her a look of disbelief. "You're really going to try and do it?"
 
 "Maybe. I'll try. I dunno." She gave the most noncommittal shrug in the history of shrugs.
"We'll see what happens when I get there, basically."
 
 "Just have fun," he said, and gave her a smooch on the cheek once she was more or less
ready. "I'll be here when you get back."
 
 "Jerking off?"
 
 "... Yeah probably."
 
 That put a smirk on her face, fought off some of her nervousness. She went outside to
where the wolf was waiting, casually filing at his claws. As big and intimidating as he was, she
felt pretty safe around him. He was just the right kind of scary but chill. Giving her a nod when
she showed again, he led her down her own front yard as if she didn't know the way, opening the
back door of that expansive limo for her. It didn't even fit in her driveway, meaning she had to
step right out onto the street just to climb inside.
 
 Once in, she felt like she'd been transported to another world. The black windows painted
her mundane neighbourhood in a whole new light. The air conditioning was blasting, to the point
she was wishing she brought a coat instead of just that dress. A video screen was playing a live
feed of the celebrations going on downtown, and her eyes were just naturally drawn to it. That
gave her the first glimpse of Felicia, standing there before the audience with that sultry little
vixen smirk of hers. It wasn't like Blake didn't know what she looked like. She'd seen the
billboards, the magazine covers, and so on. But it was different knowing she was about to meet
that perfect sexy woman all by herself.
 
 There was a strange feeling deep in her gut. Part of it was hunger. She hadn't eaten since
lunch, and her work day just dragged on and on. She'd forgotten all it until then. But there was
something more to it than just needing dinner. There was a fierce hollowness in her belly, unlike
any hunger she ever felt before. Something that clouded her thoughts or replaced them with dark
things she never thought she'd think herself.
 
 They drove on through the most bustling parts of the city. She saw people staring at the
car as she went by, but they thankfully couldn't see her through the tinted windows. Not that she
liked those glares. Jealousy? Resentment? Sheer hatred for all of bunny-kind now that one of
them was going to take their precious vixen from them? Maybe all of the above. She was just
glad that the same big wolf was still accompanying her when they stopped at their destination.
 
 The towering hotel was the sort of expensive that she couldn't even afford to look at. It
was all lights and glamour and people in suits coming and going. Much to her dismay, cameras
started flashing or filming as soon as she stepped out. She wished she'd at least thought to wear a
necklace or something. Everyone was going to see the sort of dishevelled, decidedly average
rabbit heading in to meet the dream vixen, rather than the hulking stud or vicious predator that
was supposed to be in her place.
 
 Nobody touched her, at least. That wolf kept near and shoved at anyone who leaned too
close with cameras or microphones. She heard a few questions shouted her way, asking her how
it felt to be selected, or asking her why a rabbit should be allowed to claim a prize obviously
meant for a predator. None of them got an answer, as she just kept her head and ears down,
trying to shut out the sounds. So, this was what it felt like to be a celebrity, hounded at every
step, everyone looking at her all the time. She hated it.
 
 By the time they got into the glitzy hotel lobby, with its fountains and chandeliers and
grandfather clock ticking away, she was oddly out of breath. Not for any sort of strain, but just
for forgetting to breathe the whole time she was under fire by the paparazzi. She gasped out a
couple times and followed that big canine to a glass elevator, still feeling weirdly numb. And
utterly empty. Devastatingly hungry.
 
 The elevator had a keypad, and the wolf punched in something she didn't see. She was
left her watching the traffic and pedestrians below growing more distant as they ascended.
Higher and higher, until she swore she saw clouds around them. Only then did the elevator stop
with a sudden clunk. The doors opened, but the wolf didn't move, so she gave him a look. He just
shook his head.
 
 "This is where I leave you," he said in that serious voice of his. And then added, just
slightly playfully, "Have fun."
 
 At least she didn't sense any contempt. She stepped out and was left in a minor existential
crisis as she stood in what looked like a living room. Candles were everywhere, lit and sweetly
scented, and there was light jazz music playing. She was struck by a thought and immediately
checked for any sort of cameras that might have been set up, catching her every dumbstruck
reaction as she staggered around as if blind. No obvious filming equipment, but there could
easily have been something hidden somewhere.
 
 So, without much hesitation, she started digging through the throw pillows and the
hand-crocheted blankets in search of something that might have been recording her. That was
when a door opened and closed, and someone stepped into sight, softly clearing her throat. Blake
whirled, still clutching at a pillow, standing in front of a once-tidy couch she'd destroyed in her
paranoia. Nonetheless, the vixen greeted her with a smile.
 
 Blake knew well what she looked like, but it was something different to see her in person.
She didn't look like someone who ought to have existed. Soft, shapely, bright-furred, and with
eyes so attractive, Blake felt her heart do a weird fluttery thing just to look at them. And to know
they were looking at her. Long blonde hair fell down her shoulders, and a black dress hugged
tight to her bust and her hips, highlighting just how perfectly crafted her curves were.
 
 In other circumstances, she might have been awfully nervous to be alone with a beautiful
predator like her. But there was something so gentle in her eyes and smile. Half the reason she
was so beloved after all. That, and her talent, but that was probably secondary. Blake sheepishly
set down the pillow she had yanked up from the couch and cleared her throat, unsure of just how
she was going to introduce herself.
 
 "Hi there," Felicia said, her voice low and seductive. It touched Blake in such lewd ways,
just with the sound alone. "They told me I would be meeting a rabbit, but they didn't even say
anything about how cute you are."
 
 Blake gave her a suspicious look. Was that just teasing? Well, her cheeks were getting
warmer nonetheless. Felicia stepped close and offered her hand, going on in a tone as soft and
soothing as it was sexy.
 
 "I know you didn't expect to win. This all must seem very strange for you. I want you to
know that I have no big expectations for how this night goes. Relax, and we'll have a nice time."
 
 Blake looked to that hand, and finally just clasped it, feeling a warm squeeze in response.
She smiled a little and stuck her ears up. Though a bit of self-consciousness struck her and made
her flatten them again. She couldn't help but think of her own home, messy and kind of shabby.
Especially compared to the garish surroundings. And then there was her plain dress, just wrapped
around her like a plastic bag compared to how well the vixen's showed off her figure.
 
 "I guess I'm not exactly what you expected when you had this idea. If you're gonna give
yourself to someone, then you probably wanted, like, an actual predator." Blake felt a little
downcast, though she was doing her best to be excited for the night.
 
 "Oh, honey. I could think of a hundred people I personally know who I didn't want to win
this contest. To say nothing of all the weird pervs who might have. Ending up all alone with you?
I think I won too."
 
 Her smile turned into a grin and it was so enticing Blake felt her heart melting. No
wonder she was super famous if she could lay on the charm that thick. Felicia squeezed her hand
again, and then reached to run her other hand over the bunny's cheek. Blake tilted her head back
and found herself looking to the fox's smiling face. Partly concealed by that bust of hers.
 
 "I don't ever get the chance to sleep with someone I actually want to anymore," the vixen
said, giving a lick of her lips. "Even if I'm not going to end up eaten tonight, I bet there are all
kinds of things we get up to. Shall we head to bed?"
 
 She gave Blake's hand a tug, nodding back to the room she just came out of. The bunny
remained rigid, refusing to just be dragged along that. Something just came over her. She stuck
her ears straight up, puffed out her chest, and gave her most confident of looks. She probably
looked silly right about then, but she didn't care.
 
 "What makes you think I can't eat you?" she asked, and firmly. It was the kind of
confidence she couldn't even explain, making it sound like someone else's voice was coming out
of her.
 
 Felicia's pleasant demeanour broke only briefly. She wasn't displeased, only surprised.
"That... would certainly be interesting. I don't want you to injure yourself. But, if you could..."
 
 She pursed her lips together and gave her tail a slow swing. The look of arousal was
impossible to resist, sending a tingle up between Blake's thighs. She wasn't even normally that
attracted to women, but this fox was different. Sex would have been nice enough. But she
wanted more. She wanted to banish that weird hollow feeling in her stomach. There were
rumours that some prey species had predator genes mixed in the bloodline somewhere. Maybe
those long-dormant instincts were finally waking up.
 
 Not that she had any idea where to start. She just allowed herself to take Felicia's
guidance, and walked into an elaborate bedroom the likes of which she only saw in movies. Did
it really need so many paintings? All of them tastefully erotic in that not-quite-porn kind of way.
Candles were flickering, and a wide bed was draped in red sheets, and piled high with more
pillows than anyone could have needed. It was big even for a vixen. For Blake, she was pretty
sure it was bigger than her entire bedroom at home.
 
 Felicia had a seat on the edge of the bed and helped Blake up onto it with her. Not that
she needed the help, with all that hopping strength in her legs. She pressed up beside the fox's
hip, and tentatively began to run a hand down her arm, getting a feel for that silky fur,
impossibly soft and groomed in ways she could never hope to equal.
 
 "Go on, don't be afraid to touch. You're going to be feeling all of me before long," the
vixen nearly moaned. She had such a way of turning ordinary words into dripping, lustful
sounds.
 
 Blake idly nodded, contemplating, leaning closer. Just soaking in the warmth of that
soft-furred body was pleasant enough. But that feeling wasn't going away. That pain, that
tightness, that rush of adrenaline to her muscles that made her feel as if she was ready to just run
a marathon. She wasn't going to be happy with a makeout session, or even mind-blowing sex.
She needed that perfect body all to herself. She needed to keep her.
 
 So, she just went in for the first taste, no longer thinking about what she was supposed to
do, what was acceptable. Only what she wanted. She drew her tongue from the vixen's elbow
right up to her shoulder and was struck by a sweet flavour slightly spiced by something like
cinnamon. It was immediately pleasing to her, and it turned those little sparks inside her head
into more of a flame. Burning away, running through her veins, filling her with a strange,
unbridled energy. Like she could leap up and kick a hole through the wall or shoot lightning
from her fingertips. Anything was possible in that inexplicably vicious state.
 
 Felicia only moaned in response, nodding her head. She didn't say anything, merely
letting Blake explore her body, let it awaken something in her. The bunny licked and nibbled up
and down that one limb. From shoulder, and then up to the tips of her fingers, which she soon
pushed right into her mouth. It was only a tiny bit of her, not enough to call a meal, but just
having that taste, that warmth directly on her tongue was enough to make Blake moan. And
something else, something that almost sounded like she was trying to growl for a moment,
though it mostly just ended up with her spitting on Felicia's palm. The fox didn't even chuckle,
enjoying the show too much to interrupt.
 
 Blake gave a nibble, though it didn't quite feel right. Maybe biting down on the vixen
would have made it easier to consume her in the long run, to break her into more manageable
pieces. If her rabbit teeth could even manage that. But that didn't feel right. She didn't want to
bite, didn't want to make a mess. That fox needed to go down her throat, whole and squirming.
Somehow. She was just going to have to figure it out as she went, because she wasn't stopping.
 
 Even if the first swallow nearly made her gag. It was only a hand. She slurped on Felicia
right down to the wrist, and that alone was a jarring feeling. It wasn't even that big of a swallow,
but to have a warm, living piece of meat in her throat was a whole lot different than anything else
she'd ever had there. Yet she didn't hesitate that much. She gave another gulp, pulling another
few inches of the vixen's outstretched arm between her teeth, pushing it down. Her throat just
naturally constricted, sensing food, as if it knew better what she was doing than she did herself.
 
 She was drooling too, unable to close her mouth, and generally not looking all that
dignified. A voice in her head reminded her just how ridiculous she must have looked. Some
small, messy-haired bunny, slobbering all over a gorgeous fox. Like her weak swallows were
actually going to accomplish something. At least she wasn't gagging anymore. She found a way
to breathe steadily through her nose as she went down that arm, feeling it bulging her gullet, but
it wasn't enough. She needed more warmth, more meat, more of those soft, pleased squirms and
flexing muscles sliding down her throat. Something simply told her this was meant to happen.
 
 As much was it wasn't meant to happen. She was reminded of that when she reached for
the vixen's other wrist, clutching right where the black fur of her glove markings ended, and
stuffed that hand into her throat to follow the first. A moment of glurking it down forcefully, and
she realized she couldn't breathe. She flattened her ears, closed her eyes, felt a bit of panic
welling up in her chest, but as long as she focused, she was wasn't going to suffocate with a
vixen's hands shoved down her throat. In and out through the nose, deep and steady, gulp gulp
gulp.
 
 She kept going, closing her eyes, feeling them watering a little. Her body clearly wasn't
meant for this, but she would not stop, could not stop. It felt like Felicia's arms went on forever,
and yet she was still shocked by how quickly she got to the end of them. That had her kissing up
against the vixen's muzzle unexpectedly, and she opened her eyes with a little gasp, wetly
sucking on those outstretched limbs as they pushed into her belly below. She couldn't really see
the fox's expression from that angle, but that pointed muzzle was laying affectionate kisses on
her, silently encouraging her to find a way to keep going.
 
 It came naturally to her, or at least she didn't have to think about it for too long. All
Felicia could do was moan out loud as the bunny so firmly shoved on the back of her head,
guiding it towards those parted lips as saliva flowed freely. She was a rabbit possessed, filled
with the desire to consume, to devour, and to feel more of the vixen inside her stomach. Just
those fingers along, wriggling about within her, spurred her on to a state of desire that she
couldn't tell lust from hunger anymore. They were one and the same, burning in her belly as
much as it did between her legs. She needed that fox. All of her.
 
 Inching over her skull was the true test. Or the first of many at least. Not everyone could
swallow a whole two arms, but only a predator could fit someone's head in their jaws. If she got
all the way, then it was true. She was one of them. It wasn't going to be quick though, with the
vixen's head bigger than her own, and all that silky hair getting in her throat, soon matted and
sopping with that waterfall of spit. The fox tasted good, like silk, and it was making her drool
like she'd gone mad. Maybe she had, given she was trying to act like a fox herself. Or not even a
fox - more like a wolf, or a bear, something that could gobble up a fox with ease if they wished.
 
 Blake felt a concerning stretch on her jaw, and she expected pain, but it didn't hurt. Even
when she heard an alarming pop. It startled her, but she was able to keep going, swallowing with
slightly more ease. Making progress at least, inch after inch, scooting forward and clinging to the
busty vixen the whole time. She realized she hadn't even remembered to undress her prey, nor
herself, in her haste to start consuming her. It didn't matter, or it was going to have to not matter
anyway, because she certainly wasn't going to be starting over at that point.
 
 Felicia's muzzle pushed past Blake's lips and teeth and treated the bunny to the bizarre
sensation of hot breath puffing right down her throat. She wasn't obviously showing it, but that
fox was excited. The scent of her arousal was growing richer the longer the rabbit worked on her.
The prospect of her actually getting eaten by a bunny was slowly transitioning from laughable, to
a valiant effort but still impossible, to maybe, just maybe really going to happen with every
concentrated, wet gulp. It might not have been the massive, toothy jaws she expected, but that
throat worked her with the kind of eagerness she never could have imagined. And the more she
thought about it, the more getting eaten by some large predator just seemed so obvious. This was
more. This was history, in the making, right there in her penthouse bedroom.
 
 Once she'd taken the entirety of the fox's head into her mouth, and then her throat,
slurping down her neck, Blake gave herself the reward of a little break. By then, she wasn't just
testing her gag reflex, but also the very flexibility of her insides, as those enrapturing vixen
features bulged out of her black neck fur. If all went well, that was going to be the very last
glimpse of them. All that beauty, all that perfection, claimed for her own. She rubbed up and
down Felicia's body, groping her, and just squeezing her, feeling an oddly possessive urge take
over her. That fox was hers, and nobody else could have her.
 
 She kept swallowing, though once her lips tapped against the fox's shoulders she wasn't
actually making any more progress. They were wider than her jaws, by a longshot. What was she
supposed to do with those? She wasn't getting the vixen down without fitting them into her
throat, but that felt like it might as well have been forcing them through the eye of a needle. At
least they could be squished somewhat, as she reached up and squeezed them together, trying to
make them as small as possible. There was a strength in her grip that was almost monstrous,
fuelled by pure adrenaline and buried instinct. Or just an imitation of it.
 
 The roughness was slightly uncomfortable, and the tightness was threatening to pop
Felicia's shoulders right out of place. But that her very bones started to give way before the
rabbit's throat said a lot about her chances. That couldn't have been a purebred bunny. There had
to be something in her family, something she didn't talk or know about, to explain how she had
such a strong swallow like that. Tasting meat for the first time had finally awoken the predator
lurking in the black rabbit, turning her into an eating machine even if she was hugely undersized
for the challenge. She wouldn't stop. Nothing could stop her at that point, Felicia was pretty sure.
Not even reality.
 
 She gave a soft cry out inside Blake as her shoulder dislocated. That didn't feel pleasant,
nor did the resulting kneads of gullet upon the injured part as she inched towards the sweltering
confines of that slowly expanding bunny gut. But she tried not to squirm too much and throw off
the rhythm. Instead, she just steadied everything about herself but her breathing, which remained
rapid and grew slightly shaky. It was getting hotter and hotter, warmer than she had ever felt
before even in her world travels, the humidity of Blake's stomach nearing and clinging to those
elegant vixen features, turning her fur and hair into an unkempt mess. Ruining her. Just like she
wanted.
 
 Her hands were starting to press down at the very bottom of her destination, slipping
around in the accumulated juices that had gathered in the rabbit's belly. They were churning,
gurgling around, maybe even a little tingly. Or maybe that's just what she wanted to imagine.
There clearly wasn't enough room for her whole body in there, with her arms alone soon starting
to fill the chamber once they were curled up, her elbows pressing out on the walls and making
them bulge. But she trusted Blake. For some reason. She just wanted her to succeed, was rooting
for her, even if it meant the embarrassing fate of being digested by a bunny.
 
 She could have pulled back, could have easily overpowered the prey species and slid out
of her jaws, she figured. Maybe even turned the tables on her and eaten her. But that wasn't why
she was here. Wasn't why she had arranged the raffle in the first place. And as that gullet
constricted on her shoulders and slowly down her chest like a snake, a deadly python, she was
increasingly unsure of whether she even could escape anymore. Which only made her more
excited. Wetter, by the moment.
 
 The vixen was a busty one and stuffing her breasts down Blake's throat meant squishing
them tightly to her chest. She couldn't let herself be concerned with giving the fox a smooth ride.
If she was going to pull this off, she was going to have to be rough, be merciless, be a predator.
Like so many foxes before, gobbling down bunnies like her. Maybe it was some spirit of
vengeance that possessed her, enabled her to do the impossible. Or maybe she was just really
damn hungry.
 
 Either way, she was slurping into the cleavage of those partly exposed, squished-down
breasts wetly as they pushed into her throat. Then down towards the vixen's belly, regretting
leaving her clothed but still getting plenty of flavour as her saliva soaked right through the fabric.
Felicia's fur was so warm, so rich with an enticing taste, that really it was a surprise no one had
eaten her yet. Blake pushed forth, lunging just a little, wanting to get down to those hips and
squish them in like she had the fox's shoulders. The goal was in sight, if still distant. The peak of
that impossible mountain was there.
 
 When she got her tongue up between Felicia's thighs, her dress had been hiked up so
much as to reveal she was wearing nothing beneath. Just a soaking wet fox sex that the rabbit
was soon assaulting, working it in relentless slaps and drags of tongue as she sucked the juices
right out of her. That was right on time with the vixen's head pushing into her gut, giving her a
nice hot chamber to moan in, the sound echoing back at her and mingling with the sloshing
glorps and grumbles that came with her digestives adjusting to so much more food than they
were used to.
 
 The taste was so pleasing Blake could have eaten her out all night. She was thinking
maybe she had rushed to this far too quickly, not spending the time to savour and pleasure the
smoking hot vixen when they had all the privacy in the world. But that would have meant
spending energy, would have meant possibly exhausting herself, and extinguishing the predator
rush she was feeling. It was better this way, leaping to the devouring so shortly after they met.
She hoped at least Felicia lasted a while inside her, so they could talk afterwards.
 
 Such thoughts were a dangerous break in concentration though. She couldn't afford to
lose focus. Not with an entire fox halfway down her gullet. If she seized up, or choked, she could
die, she realized. No pressure. But despite the sensation of her belly filling right up, and her
throat straining and sore, it was almost like it was getting easier. Maybe it was just the taste that
spurred her on. Or the feeling of real, live meat in her gut for the first time in her life. Either way,
she was scarfing down that fine ass and nibbling on the fox's tail as she moved on to her thighs,
the widest part of her becoming a bulge in her throat, gripped at so tightly it was perfectly
outlined, nearly crushed by the pressure.
 
 With that milestone, Felicia was convinced. There was still that gut's flexibility to test, to
see if it could really take her entire body settled into it, but Blake was doing it. It was practically
miraculous. Granted by some goddess of the hunt, perhaps. They were breaking the rules,
defying nature together. One loud slurp at a time, working down those thighs, flinging spit in all
directions until the sheets were soaked.
 
 Feeling her sex gliding over the crest of the rabbit's tongue, and then down into her
throat, pressed at from all sides, brought Felicia to a rapid peak. She tensed up as her pussy
clamped down and ended up squirting in Blake's gullet as she descended, kicking all about. Her
cries were muffled in that stretched black gut, but she was screaming out with bliss, gushing her
ecstasy, some of it running right back up into the bunny's mouth and dribbling down her chin.
She got so squirmy all throughout the process that Blake had to pause the consumption, but once
she finished, relaxed, slumped down panting hard in the hot depths, she was limp and helpless.
Perfect for finishing off.
 
 It would have been nice to end it with an elaborate slurp and polish off the vixen in one
final gulp. But Blake's belly wasn't going to allow for that. It was stretching, bloating with the
settling form of the fox hitting bottom within, spilling out onto her lap as it rounded out to
ludicrous size. Like she was pregnant with a hundred rabbits at once. Her good dress was ruined,
splitting down the middle and barely clinging to her hips in tatters. The fox was bigger than her,
and thus her belly was becoming the biggest part of her body, no matter how much it squeezed
and compressed her prey into a ball. Felicia did her best to fold herself up, but she was still an
absolutely massive bulge.
 
 Yet she was still doing it. Still eating the fox alive, still packing her away. Felicia curled
her toes as she felt them reaching the rabbit's outstretched tongue, then just stretched them out
and splayed them in her delight. One more swallow. One more big finish. That would have been
the right way to do it, but Blake was still struggling. So tight, so full, so much strain and
stretching. She was never going to look the same after this. Never going to be the same. But she
just. Kept. Eating.
 
 Felicia's paws vanished from the outside world, and the slimy, humid confines of the
bunny's innards became her entire reality. Her legs slid down, a little at a time, to join all the
tightly-packed meat trapped down in Blake's belly, the very final gulp pushing her feet inside
and bringing a whimpery yelp from the rabbit. It didn't exactly feel good, at least not the
stretching part, but the sensation of prey inside her, whole, that was something different. It
brought her to a ludicrous peak, one she was soon rubbing out as she collapsed to the bed and
roughly stuffed three fingers inside her cunt, grinding at her clit with the other hand. She was
squirting in seconds, gushing her juices all over the bed, all milked out of her by the rush of
eating someone.
 
 When she was done, she panted for a while, and brought her hands to her belly. She
thought it might have been time for a speech. Some eloquent breakdown of the predator and prey
dynamics of the world, and how it all led up to this very moment. But she was so tired, so full,
and felt so very good that she didn't even get a single word out. She was asleep, passed out
really, before she even closed her eyes, loudly snoring within seconds of finishing her gigantic,
impossible meal. Felicia was just going to have to remain there, curled too tightly to move in the
slightest, but for breathing, and listen to the wet symphony of gurgles all around her as she
adjusted herself to her new home. Kneading, dripping, coating her in vaguely-tingly fluids, while
her curves bulged out of the rabbit's belly, rounding her out and weighing her down. She couldn't
tell if she was already being digested, or of the herbivore's body was even capable of doing so,
but she knew one thing for certain: it felt good to be prey. And she wasn't getting out, not
anytime soon.
 
 ***
 
 Blake awoke as if from a week-long bender, with no recollection of where she was or
how she got there. The scents were wrong, the bed was far too comfortable to be her own, and it
was just so very, very quiet. No bustle of early-morning traffic, no noisy neighbours, no horns,
no sirens. It was like her personal isolation chamber. Warm, but not too warm, and with the sun
shining in from a clear sky, reflecting off the shiny surroundings in ways that made them look
somewhat surreal.
 
 Her first thought in her altered state was that she was laid up in a hospital, paralyzed after
some terrible accident. That would have explained why none of her body reacted to her attempts
to move. But hospitals weren't exactly decorated like this place. Especially not with nudity,
unless you counted anatomical diagrams. One her eyes were finally back into focus, or close
enough anyway, she laid eyes on that gut of hers, still rounded, still bulging to the absolute
fullest with the perfectly outlined shape of the vixen, gurgling away beneath the stretched skin,
but not seeming to have made any progress despite the all-night digestion.
 
 Now it was coming back to her. That weird fever-dream of muddled instincts and
ravenousness she couldn't explain. She'd done the impossible, and that vixen was packed away in
her belly. Seemingly asleep, or perhaps in a worse state. So, she gave an experimental prod to
that confined body, and felt one in return after Felicia roused. Just a playful little gesture, with no
apparent anguish behind it.
 
 Blake cleared her throat to speak, but just ended up belching instead. That had her tasting
that sweet vixen flavour again, smacking her lips and dragging her tongue against those two
rabbit teeth just to get as much of that taste as she could. When she finally steadied herself and
caught her breath, she spoke in a raised voice.
 
 "Can you hear me down in there?"
 
 "Yup," Felicia said playfully.
 
 "Um. How are you doing?" Blake set to rubbing up and down her own belly, trying to
soothe that feeling of strain that was coming back to her now that she was awake.
 
 "Still kicking!"
 
 The vixen gave just a soft little tap of her foot against the crushing walls, unable to move
enough to do anything more, but that was enough to make the bunny gasp. Her stomach was
wrapped around the trapped fox so tightly it was as good as a second skin, and the slightest shift
in all that weight was far too much for her to deal with.
 
 "Unnngh... don't do that. I can't... I can't even move. I might actually be dying. At least a
little."
 
 "Oh, honey, you're doing fine. You did it! It's probably going to take a while for me to
settle in, but I'm yours." Felicia clearly had no second thoughts, judging by the ways he was
moaning out her words.
 
 "I need to get to work... or at least a glass of water," Blake weakly complained.
 
 "See that phone beside the bed?" Felicia couldn't point it out, but a laborious turn of her
head and Blake saw it. "Direct line to my assistants. They're yours now. Anything you need, and
you just call. Don't you worry about money either. It's all taken care of."
 
 Blake was left speechless for a moment, blinking at the blue sky through the glass
ceiling. Felicia just gave a chuckle within her and went on.
 
 "I mean, you won a lot more than a night with me. Everything I have, is yours now." Her
voice lowered. "And everything I am, is going to become more of you..."
 
 Finally, the lucky bunny just sighed. "I think all I want right now is a lot of rest. Is it even
doing anything in there?"
 
 "It's tight, for sure! I think I felt a little tingling? Nothing really happening to me just yet.
But keep gurgling! You'll get there!"
 
 Felicia wasn't the most comfortable she could be, squished against those soft walls and
forced into as compact a form as she could get without dislocating or breaking bones. And that
was becoming a distinct possibility with how tightly she was being kneaded at by those early
digestive clenches. It had been near twelve hours since consumption, but Blake's belly, used to
veggies and grains as it was, had utterly failed to make any notable process. The way it churned
around that curvy form was less like it was working on her and more just trying to comprehend
the size of that vixen, adjusting and preparing itself to what was to come.
 
 Still, it got noisier as the minutes turned to hours. She eventually relented and used the
hotline to call up some refreshments, and that same stoic wolf fellow didn't even flinch when he
showed up with a tray, seeing that gut. Didn't even cock an eyebrow. And he was happy to serve
the parched rabbit as she relaxed, even as Felicia gave a giggle at the feeling of that cool liquid
splashing down on her, in great contrast to the sweltering depths that were ever so slowly
cooking her alive.
 
 A few hours later, and Blake was tired of rubbing her own belly. It was getting dark, and
she still hadn't made any real progress. Felicia was feeling the very tips of her fingers and toes,
and her tail, starting to give a notable tingle, but that was it. She wasn't disappointed.
Anticipation just made it more fun, and feeling those walls desperately kneading at it, so
ill-suited to digesting her but determined to do so anyway, was actually turning her on a little. It
could have been a lot more, but she couldn't' reach, couldn't' move enough to do anything about
it, so it was just going to have to remain a bit of extra heat to mix in with the rest. That intensely
hot chamber was getting to her just a little, making her feel a little lightheaded, but she wasn't
going to pass out anytime soon.
 
 It was tempting to call up some professional masseuse to help with her belly, but
sprawled out and vulnerable like that, Blake didn't feel like trusting another stranger. Instead, she
called up Ellis, who was bursting with questions on the other end of the line.
 
 "Blake! You're okay! Did you have fun? Are you naked? What happened? Did she eat
you? Am I talking to you in her belly right now? Not that I want that to happen or anything. I just
mean, like, we both knew what the night was supposed to be about, but..."
 
 Blake just cut him off with a little belch into the receiver.
 
 "No way," he gasped.
 
 "Yes way," she said, and couldn't help but grin.
 
 "I'm coming right over. Tell them to be ready for me!"
 
 She called downstairs again and made sure that Ellis wasn't going to be held up along the
way. Not long later, she heard the elevator doors open, and her boyfriend staggered into the
elaborate penthouse, just as disoriented by it as she had been. When he came into the bedroom,
and spotted that massive belly all full of fox, he got the silliest look on his face. One which she
soon returned.
 
 "I can't believe it. As soon as word gets out, they're going to have newspapers, crowds,
maybe protests, who knows, but it's all gonna be worth it just to say that you did it." He slid
forth, babbling, but calming himself with just some soothing rubs to that hefty bulge. "How does
she feel?"
 
 "I feel just fine," Felicia answered in Blake's place, startling him.
 
 "Oh, miss! I wanted to say, I'm such a fan, of all your stuff, and I'm, just, so excited about
all this..."
 
 "Urgh. Keep rubbing, Ellis," Blake urged. "She's still settling in."
 
 He did as he was told, slowly massaging up and down that rounded gut. That meant
Felicia could feel him quite generously groping over her body from the outside, but she didn't
mind. He was helping her relax as much as his girlfriend. Eventually he just cuddled right up to
Blake's swollen middle, pressing himself against it, and unable to hide just how turned on he
was. He just kept murmuring about how much he couldn't believe it, while doing his best to be
modest about his arousal, to not grind against the bulge of that celeb he so admired.
 
 Blake offered him a smile. "So, we can stay here a while, she says. I think we even owe it
now. If I don't seem super excited it's because I can barely think straight."
 
 "That's great!" Ellis exclaimed, finding Felicia's head among the bulges and giving it a
stroke.
 
 "Which is good, because I don't even think I can move. You'll help me out for a while
until she gets settled in, won't you?" Blake asked.
 
 "What's a good boyfriend even for if not helping you digest a famous person?"
 
 "You two are sweet," Felicia chuckled. "I'm glad it's you who won."
 
 The day slipped by with surprising speed. Felicia was finally starting to feel proper
tingling by the time evening rolled around. They didn't hurt or anything, but they were a sure
sign that maybe, eventually, that rabbit gut was going to start showing real progress on her. She
was getting used to the cramped position at least. Her joints ached some, and she was struck with
the realization that she as never going to be able to stretch her legs again, but numbness was
starting to take over in place of some of the pain. The occasional rubs and admirations from that
boyfriend of Blake's helped. He was surprisingly good with his hands, rubbing some of the
tension out of those cooped-up muscles as the gurgles continued their constant, noisy assault on
her ears all into the night.
 
 Blake was getting more comfortable too. She was still weighed down, still barely able to
move, but she was able to drag herself up to a position with her head propped against the many
pillows at least. Ellis' rubbing was helping, and when he accidentally got a little too intimate with
his cuddling, she just gave him an approving nod and wink.
 
 "Just be gentle," she quietly urged, feeling sleepy again.
 
 "Can't believe how much this is turning me on, but..." he muttered, not even bothering to
finish his own sentence before he was undressing, and then rubbing up against that naked bulge,
tatters of Blake's nice dress still clinging to her fur here and there.
 
 He was horny beyond anything he'd ever felt before, thought he wouldn't have said that
out loud. He didn't need to. She could tell just by how hard he was throbbing, dripping, smearing
great strands of pre all through her dark fur. Felicia could feel it too, and she just gave a sleepy
chuckle. She wondered if it was just her needing a rest, or if she was actually fading. Either way,
she found the slow grind of that hard rabbit cock rubbing all against her trapped form oddly
soothing.
 
 Ellis was having such trouble not working himself up into a frenzy, just smoothly rubbing
and stroking back and forth, puffing out hot breaths and groaning. Blake watched him with a
smile, just glad he was enjoying himself as much as she was. Or at least she thought she was
enjoying herself - it was hard to say with just how bloated and exhausted she still felt. Either
way, she was pleased to see him work himself to a climax just by humping at her stretched belly,
and the outline of that famous fox within. He grunted out sharply all of a sudden, gave a rougher
jerk of his hips, and just unloaded jets of pent-up cum all over that curvy bulge. Felicia could
even feel it, the impact at least, if not the warmth. He came hard, painting Blake from tits to sex,
and every inch of rounded bunny belly in between, loudly gurgling in response just from all the
rubbing.
 
 He was kind enough to bring a towel and wipe up as much of the musky mess as he could
before collapsing next to his well-fed girlfriend. Even after cumming on that prey-stuffed belly
he couldn't get enough of it, pressing himself against it and snuggling in for the night. They
didn't have to worry about a thing anymore, the both of them. Everything was going to be taken
care of. And as for the fallout, the public reaction to eating such a beloved vixen? Well, they
could think about that when Blake actually got her digested. One obstacle at a time.
 
 ***
 
 Felicia was actually the first one to wake, the next morning. She could feel something. Or
more a lack of something, as numbness began to spread through her limbs. It was like the first
line of defence against what was to come, because finally, so many hours just getting itself
ready, preheating the oven so to speak, Blake's stomach was really working on her. Louder,
harsher, and wetter. Making a sloppy mess as juices poured out from the walls and tenderizing
her muscles and bones alike with the power of those squeezes. There was the predator she knew
she could be.
 
 Not that a whole lot of progress had been made overnight. Felicia was still there, still
stewing, still very slowly digesting into rabbit food. Her squirms of awakening woke Blake up in
time, and then Ellis when he stirred, making him slide off that gut he'd fallen asleep cuddled up
against. Blake yawned broadly, feeling her jaw give a crick. She was probably going to have to
get that looked at later, strained as it was from the swallowing. But it didn't hurt, and neither did
her gut anymore.
 
 In fact, the process of digestion was starting to get pleasurable. She felt such exciting
pangs of ecstasy coursing through her, siphoned off from the vixen as every little bit of her was
worn away. It didn't matter how much it was. Just knowing that her body was actively destroying
that fox was enough to work her up into a heated state that had her gasping with lust as her sex
went extra-slick. Ellis didn't even need to be told what to do about that.
 
 Squishing in under that belly, he got his tongue working on those tender folds a while,
just lavishing them with attention while Felicia squirmed atop his head. She could feel him
working, and almost thought for a moment she was the one being eaten out. She even went ahead
and did some moaning of her own, soaking in the pleasure of her predator, writhing around but
not able to change her position whatsoever. The air, the life was being slowly crushed out of her
chest, and meanwhile that bunny was just moaning hard, until she finally gushed her pent-up
excitement all over her boyfriend's tongue and face. He was left splattered and dripping as he
grinned up at her, peering over her belly.
 
 That orgasm was enough to get Blake kicking her legs, but she still couldn't move
exactly. Wriggle, certainly. She did plenty of that. But she was as trapped in that bed as Felicia
was. Eventually she gave her a poke, just to check on her. She got that familiar poke right back,
but the fox didn't say anything. Not for lack of being able, but for just how content she was
knowing that her impending demise was literally getting that cute rabbit off. She felt like a
corrupter, a temptress, turning such an innocent prey creature into a predator, just through her
sheer force of seduction.
 
 Ellis took advantage of the room service when he needed to, but mostly he was a
full-time belly attendant. Fox and rabbit alike appreciated his every touch as they helped keep the
process going. Blake's stomach felt like it just wanted to give up on all that meat every now and
then, making little progress over the course of the day, and then the next. Felicia sometimes
poked about just to see how tight a hold it still had, finding it loosening sometimes, making her
ponder if perhaps it was time to start considering how she got out of there. But some sweet,
adoring massages from Ellis' talented fingers, and the glorps started right back like a big, messy
engine. As long as he was there, Blake was going to get it done. Even if it took weeks.
 
 Which it didn't. It took months. The two of them ended up simply living there, no longer
concerned with the outside world. Neither of them left, for anything. Food came delivered fresh,
and they had all the entertainment they needed right there on that silk-sheeted bed. Felicia was
plenty chatty, when she wasn't just sleepy from the heat. She told them about her favourite
backstage incidents, or what other celebrities were secretly like, anything to keep the rabbits
entertained. And Blake, she just laid back and soaked in all the pleasure of digesting her, one tiny
bit at a time.
 
 There were so many days when it felt like she just wasn't getting anywhere. But all she
had to do was think back to when she started, when the strain and stretch on her belly made her
feel like she was simply going to burst. It was getting more comfortable, more manageable, to
the point she was finally able to start moving around the penthouse, sloshing Felicia up and
down all the while. The slightest movement on Blake's part was a little much for the vixen,
especially being half-immersed in digestive fluids most of the time. They'd build up, seem like
they were going to overtake her and just drown her, only to simmer back down, sloughing off
bits of her fur and skin, and adding it to the rabbit's body. Never overwhelming, but often close.
 
 Eventually, her chattiness died down, but she didn't. She was getting softer, losing details
of herself. All those award-winning, billboard-plastered looks, were being reduced to something
much less marketable. She was still getting turned on by it. Her head was spinning, her body was
numbing or just stinging here and there, and her throat was dry despite the water she drank as
Blake gulped it down for her. But she was still horny, still enjoying her fate, never having second
thoughts even after so many weeks spent inside the bunny.
 
 The end was coming. She could tell by the way she was simply weakening, slumping into
herself as her structural integrity proved more precarious by the day. After such an elongated
battle, she was finally losing the struggle with the rabbit's digestive system. Treated like some
carrot. She heard news reports on the television, asking just what had happened to her, that
people were pressuring her publicist to reveal her fate. They just made her chuckle. What was
anyone going to do? Stop her from being rabbit fat?
 
 Blake was still pondering the consequences, but she also felt simply fantastic. She was
getting thicker, heavier, with every pound of fox she turned into more of herself. Some of it just
made for fat, packing onto her belly to keep it just as large even as the weight inside it grew
lighter with each sizzling churn. But the rest packed onto her curves in such lovely ways, making
her pause to just rub at herself now and then, admiring how much bigger her breasts, her butt and
thighs, and everything else was getting. Ellis certainly did his share of admiring too.
 
 She sort of expected a bombastic celebrity like Felicia to expire in some elaborate,
dramatic fashion. But instead, Blake was just sitting back on the couch, not even paying attention
to her stomach until she felt a few sudden twitches from a lump of meat that head been mostly
dormant until that moment. There was barely anything left of the fox at that point. It was
impressive she even managed that much of a show. The unexpected activity stirred up a little
belch from the fattened rabbit's lips, and she just reached down to rub at Felicia as she finally
gave in to her messy fate. It had been a hot summer day when she first made the descent, and in
those final fatal moments, the autumn leaves were blazing on the streets far, far below.
 
 Blake stood observing them for a while, fondly stroking at the many contributions the
vixen had given her. A few streets over, there had been a billboard with Felicia's face on it up
until a few weeks ago. Now it had been plastered over with a handsome rabbit wearing a fancy
watch. The metaphor made her chuckle. The time for predators was over. Prey were on the rise.
Or something like that. Maybe this was just an anomaly, an outlier, but there was one thing she
couldn't deny: digesting that entire fox into several layers of bunny pudge felt absolutely,
perfectly right. Maybe even natural.
 
 ***
 
 But speaking of natural, there was one thing that always came after a good meal, and the
urge was building up increasing pressure each moment she stood there contemplating the
implications of what she'd done. It wasn't like she hadn't ever used the bathroom in the past few
months, but each trip had been surprisingly modest, considering just how much meat she had
digested. There still hadn't been that certain 'finale' she expected. Judging by the weighty feeling,
pressing low in her guts, it was time.
 
 She rushed past Ellis without asking him if he needed the bathroom first. She probably
should have, she figured, because she was going to be a while. At least the seat was heated, cozy
to settle onto as she lowered her plumped up ass down. She was amazed at just how big it got
over the weeks of digestion. Like double the size, giving her jiggle to her every step. She swore
most of Felicia ended up there. And now she was going to squeeze what she didn't need right out
of it.
 
 The weight of the moment wasn't lost on her. There she was, dwelling in a fox's lair,
seated in her bathroom, and firmly shitting her out into her own toilet. All her beauty was just
thick pellets of bunny crap, hitting the water one by one, piling up only to be flushed away, and
repeat. Blake ended up whimpering slightly throughout the process, stunned by just how much
there was all built up within her. She was losing weight, flattening her belly out at least
somewhat just by unloading all that waste. Little bits of fur, little chunks of bone ensured the
process was stimulating to the point of numbing her stretching hole, and she whimpered slightly
as she filled that bowl over and over, the flushes barely keeping up to the massive rabbit dump
she was taking.
 
 Eventually her legs were numb from the extended sit, and she was bored. She really
wished she brought along something to entertain her, but at least there were some magazines
nearby. And of course, Felicia was on the cover of every single one of them. She flipped through
one that promised an 'exclusive interview', just like all the others. In it, the interviewer laid praise
and softball questions on the vixen, calling her the most talented star in the business, and asking
her what she thought of being called the most beautiful woman on the planet, and so on. That
someone once practically worshipped was currently being flushed down into the sewers one
pellet of rabbit shit at a time put a slight smirk on Blake's face. She shouldn't have got such glee
from something so crude. But it just felt good to treat a fox to such a dirty fate, for a change.
 
 When she was done, and Felicia was all flushed away, never to be seen again, she
stepped in for a shower. There was a whole lot more of her to wash than their used to be, so it
took a while, and she stepped out steaming, towelling off but not bothering to get dressed again.
Just striding out there, totally naked, enjoying just how curvy and jiggly she was. Ellis was her
right away and gave a whistle.
 
 "Looking fiiine, hon." He came near, and wrapped an arm around her hips, rubbing at her
belly softly. "You were gone a while."
 
 "She's finally done," Blake simply said, with an oddly proud grin.
 
 "You really did it. I guess it'll be time to face the music soon. See the outside world
again. I almost forget what it's like." He kissed her on the cheek. "I guess there's probably going
to be some negative reactions here and there. I've been kinda avoiding the internet. But hey, at
least we can face them together."
 
 "Right, yeah." Blake nodded. But she didn't sound all that convinced. Not because she
thought he wouldn't be there for her. Of course he would. More because after so long without a
meal, she was starting to feel the first grumbles of hunger simmering to life within her. And not
ordinary hunger. That dangerous feeling of emptiness, that primal, hollow sensation that had
driven her to an impossible act of gluttony and viciousness. The same feeling that had fuelled her
muscles, had numbed the discomfort and silenced the doubt, and allowed her to swallow the
entire vixen whole. It was awake again, possibly even stronger than before, and making her start
to covertly lick her lips as she glanced over in Ellis' direction.
 
 She'd already eaten a fox. That meant she was as much a predator as any one of them. So
maybe it was time to see if they were right about rabbits. Maybe they really were the best meat.