"hey, kid!"

a tired looking, early-20's fox's peaceful late-night/early morning walk through the city is suddenly rudely interrupted. His long-winded internal tangent about something or other ripped from him in an instant by a husky, disembodied voice. he looks around, who was that?

Finally he lock eyes with a 6'4", massively obese possum woman. she's staring right at him, though with a lazy, relaxed posture, her hands seated on two massive shelf-like hips that melt into an ass fatter than any he's seen on a predator to date. a greasy, fat belly hangs from under her tube top, and the rips on her jean-shorts were definitely not a design choice. a half-smoked cigarette dangles out of her mouth, and a few beer bottles wrapped in paper bags sit around her feet, rolling and clanking as she shifts her stance slightly. She lifts one hand and takes a deep hit before pulling the dart out of her mouth to tap some ashes onto the sidewalk. she sighs out a cloud in his direction before her brow furrows. the poor man questions whether to just turn around and try to find a detour to his apartment complex, but she probably wouldn't like that one bit.

"Yeah I'm talking to you, toots! are you a mute or do you just not know how to say 'hi' to a lady?"

her voice is deep and sultry, with just a hint of gravel from all the smoking she must do. she goes back to chomping on her cigarette, staring directly at him. he mumbles out something close to a 'hello', and her angry look softens into something a bit more relaxed again.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard was it sugar? now what's a hot piece of ass like you doing out here all alone, huh? You look like you could use some company. come a little closer, huh? I ain't gonna bite, I promise!"

his chest tenses up, he's being catcalled by a predator. this is the situation every prey on the planet fears the most, this is the situation that makes audiences go 'oh no...' at a horror movie. Does he run? Hope she's eaten recently and just do what she says in hopes that she'll spare him?

"You a little slow? I said come over here and talk to me. I just want someone to talk to, that's all... Gets real lonely out here late at night, but i bet you knew that already..."

he watches her take the cigarette out and unmistakably snicker before attempting to disguise it as a coughing fit. his heart threatens to burst in his chest as he makes the decision to listen to her. he steps a little closer, and she watches those few tentative steps like a shark, blowing out another huff of smoke. already he can smell her from here, she smells like menthols and cheap beer, and her mangy fur is slightly knotted with grease here and there.

"...thats it, now don't go running or anything, i don't wanna hurt you. I want this to be nice and enjoyable for you and me..."

She takes a few steps towards him and he freezes despite every bit of instinct telling him to RUN. It's too late now, she's comes up to his side and wrapped an arm around him, god she smells even worse up close. the smell of smoke makes his eyes water. her leather jacket creaks with every movement of her tubby arms.

"...hows about you just make this nice and easy on the both of us? just come on into this alley, and we'll talk a bit more in private..."

she takes the cigarette out, blowing a puff of smoke between the two of them before he can make any protest. she leans in, her rank breath nearly sending him into a coughing fit.

"...you've got such a handsome face. I gotta wonder how good you are with that tongue, though... you sure are gonna have your work cut out for you finding my clit under all this..."

her off hand slaps her giant gut and she lets out a belly-laugh that fades into a coughing fit, she drops her cigarette and stomps it out under her boots before guiding the silent, terrified fox into the dark alleyway...


...Minutes later, the sound of her belt buckle shifting could be heard from just outside the darkness. Shortly after that, the occasional husky moan drifted out of the otherwise silent alley...
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part 2 here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/608266
part 3 here:https://aryion.com/g4/view/608541

introducing (or re-introducing if you want to be specific) Krystal! she was a character back in the first sierra story i ever did but she wasn't a pred there, just a snarky sadistic sorority gal who liked setting up prey to get eaten by her equally punk friend. but now she's a menthol-smoking predator! what happened, is she a late bloomer who grew into being a predator her second year of college? was she always a predator and just very good at hiding it? did i just want a punk possum pred? either way, just like sierra, she is a not a nice predator! as clearly evidenced by her catcalling and downright forcing some poor dude to give her head in a dirty back alley. you think she's gonna at least pay him for his uhhh... 'services'? judging by the fact there's three parts to this picture probably not, huh? ah well, least this punks gonna have a fun night tonight~.

story of her and sierra coming soon, then I'm probably going to open comissions after that! be on the lookout for the blog, first come first serve as always.

art by boxmingle on FA/twitter https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/boxmingle/

and also as always, i hope you enjoy : )

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