This is part one of a comic of amazing work by TRPCAfterDark (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/trpcafterdark). The pred is my good friend BubblePanda (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bubblepanda), who is also wonderful, and the story is by me because I got excited. Excuse mistakes, I cranked it out on a whim in like, half an hour or so.

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The best points can be made without saying a word.

Osto and I had a difference of opinion, you see – he said that I'd be perfect as wah food, he knew just looking at me. My size, my shape, the way I'd stretch his throat and jaws just right and give him that perfect feeling of fullness as I spilled into his gut; not overstretched, but just enough meat to make sure he was properly satisfied. Even my smell, the look and feel of my fur, the taste and texture I'd make as I wriggled down his throat and down to his belly. Say nothing of how I'd look and feel smelted down in that gastric cauldron, or packed away onto his hips. Perfect, he said!

As for me, I was perfectly happy being a fox, walking and talking and leading my life very much un-digested, thank you very much. Foxes are not food!

So, with a slight smile and that deliberate, self-assured way he has, he set about showing me how wrong I was. At his size I was effortless to overpower, not that I put up all that much of a fight. He started with my legs, turning me onto my stomach as he fed my feet into his maw, heat and wet and warmth enveloping me. It was still hardly real, then. It was just a gaff, he would razz me up and let my legs. The force of the first swallow dragged me in up to my ankles. His muzzle crept up my calves, my knees, my thighs, up to my hips – my god, his paws were just guiding me, his throat was doing all the work!

It was then that I started to panic. I could feel my feet touching the bottom of his stomach, the sphincter marking the entrance holding me fast in place. I'd been talking the whole time, but my tone shifted. Started trying to talk my way out of it, told him he'd won. GLLLLK. My arms were pinned fast to my sides. I could feel his tongue up around my middle, tasting me. Savoring me. C-come on, Osto, that's enough, I get it. GGGLLL-GLLRRRK. In to my chest. I could feel his stomach growl, the fluids in the bottom, his heartbeat pounding in the walls hugging, at this point, most of me. You wouldn't digest me, would you, buddy? Come on, how long have we known each other? GGGULLLP. My neck. I could feel his breath around me, panting softly, the slight increase in his heartbeat. Drool oozed from his maw, soaking into the fluff on my head, my ears, my cheeks. When I looked down, I could see myself, track my own movements through a layer of my friend, obscured by the powerful fat and muscle I knew so well.

"H-hey, yeah, this has gone-" A wet, sickening sound accompanied me slipping a few inches deeper. I could feel my ears, pressed forward by the presence of his maw. "WHHHHhhoooooooooo..." A trickle of saliva ran down the bridge of my nose, between my eyes. "Y-you've proven your point, you can go spit me out n-" I was cut off as his mouth shifted around me. I could feel his tongue slipping under my chin, his mouth widening, a warm sigh that smelled of wah guts washing over me. This was it, he was going to let me go–

His tongue wrapped around his muzzle. Slowly, deliberately, that wet muscle pulled me inside his mouth. I watched as his teeth framed my vision, slowly narrowing it until they clicked shut. I hung there, my head trapped in his mouth, his tongue wrapped around my muzzle and lazily shifting. Tasting me! With how long I sat there, just trying to breathe, saliva began to drip, pooling on and around me. Mercifully, his tongue slipped down, came to rest under me. I was relieved, but only for a moment, as I felt the telltale shift of a body bracing for one, last effort.

"N-no, wait!-"

GLURK

Down goes the fox.

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