The blare of the crowd died out as the couple strolled away. Already having said their goodbyes, they began the short walk to Diane’s suite. After ascending some stairs, they found themselves paused at a beautiful balcony overlooking the celebratory gathering.
"I haven't gotten to hold you like this since that fundraiser gala..." Diane whispered, inches away from her lover’s nose. The two were away from any prying eyes looking to get a scoop on the Governor and her new ex-convict lover. Now they could display their affection without a headline running wild with assumptions. "Oh yeah, that! Feels like a lifetime ago! By the way, is that a new dress? I forgot to mention how ravishing you look."
The fox blushed a red darker than her luxurious orange coat. Not only was she flattered but playing coy to the dress’s true narrative. "Oh yes, it is! I Had it made just for holdi- j-just for you!" Her mind raced with anticipation sparked by the compliment. “Because I thi-” Mr. Wolf’s sentence was cut off by a dive in kiss. “Let’s get going already, save it for my place” she teased with a wink. Truly, Diane wanted to expedite things and a sappy moment was only making her hungrier…

An absence of sound washed over the pair as they entered the luxury apartment and tiptoed toward the terrace. Truly away from any peeping paparazzi, or witnesses for that matter. Diane wasted no time breaking out the wine. It was a celebration after all, so a perfect excuse to get a little loose. She diligently monitored her own intake while giving him the large majority of the wine to cement jurisdiction of the night. After almost an hour of dancing around his advances, tilting wine glasses in his mouth and trying not to drool on her dress, Diane found her moment.
“Baahhhaha I think I’mf spretty drunf” the wolf slurred. “I lovef phew Diane!” The words sounded sweet to her. And although her head was somewhat fuzzy, it wasn’t just the alcohol making her swoon. “Hehe, I love you too Mr. Wolf. Now let me show you how much.” She said in a sultry manner. It worked. Without hesitation, Mr. Wolf tried to pull the same dive in kiss she had done only an hour prior. Except this time, the vixen stretched her mouth wide rather than puckering up.

A meek whimper was all that resonated before a mighty “GLOMFP!” echoed off the balcony. Diane capitalized on the element of surprise and element of booze she had over her lover turned prey. She grabbed at the tuft around his head and pulled inward while forcing the deepest gulps she could muster. Saliva soaked into the fluffy coat, matting it down and greeting her expanding neck. His dampened head and torso easily met her stomach entrance, giving him a moment to calibrate. “D-Diane!” was the only word his loopy brain could assemble.
The fox was in heaven. Diane tried to savour every second her meal spent sliding down her gullet. She couldn’t help but let infatuation with him take the driver seat. To her, this moment was everything. It was the epitome of her love. Truly becoming “one” with your significant other. She knew it was far from the textbook definition of the phrase, but it made perfect literal sense in her mind. So caught up in a slew of pleasure from fulfilling, predatory satisfaction, Diane hardly noticed that she had already engulfed half of her hefty late-night snack. She briefly pondered, "Damn he's bigger than I thought, I knew I picked well!" before gleefully proceeding.
A shudder ran down the Crimson Paw’s spine, raising her rust-coloured fur on end. The sensation of feeling nearly all the full grown canine distend her gut proved far more gratifying than she anticipated. Nervous having never consumed a live meal, the predicted fears of him not fitting or tasting bad dissolved away with the final gulps. She clung to the experience by haltingly taking in his tail, clenching down to slow the decent while flossing her teeth using his hair. Her head tilted back with compose, announcing the conclusive guuuulp

"T-there we go. Together, BWWWWAAARRRPPP! Forever. You’reUuurp* mine Mr. Wolf-" Her eye fluttered shut as she expelled the sentence interrupting gas. “Mmmmm not bad at all” The weight of her midsection battled against gravity as it thrashed about. Its poor drunken occupant confined to a dark, steamy and claustrophobic internal hug. Mr. Wolf began to mentally sober up and enter a state of paralyzing fear. Due to the respective size of the two, he didn’t have much wiggle room. Being forced into the fetal position by a smaller fox’s belly tends introduce new, unfathomed submissiveness. Diane took note. It was hard not to notice the lack of movement due to her constrictive abdomen, as all the poor wolf could do was beg and plead. Especially after the brief, albeit intense writhe he protested with moments ago. She took it as a sign to progress, feeling her acids pool and tummy grumble from anticipation. "Uhhhgggg, goddamn you are one heavy puppy BOOOURRP! I should find somewhere comfy to relax with you, Wolffie.”
*Creeeeak* The bed went as over 300 meaty pounds collapsed onto it, honoured by a discourteous belch. The memory foam would have a hard time forgetting such weight and vulgar sounds. Diane inched her ass in from the edge, aiming for a more centred distribution. Only 12 minutes had passed since she navigated to her chamber. Languidly she made her arrival, as the travel proved to be a feat. Stumbling and struggling in the hallway from the poundage pull. Huffing and puffing hot boiling pelt flavoured breath. Moaning and groping herself all the way to her bedroom door. It felt like several hours had passed. Our sated predator was already exhausted from such a demanding campaign, feeling beckoned to the bed by instinct.
While scooting back, an unexpected kick and wallow from the melting wolf made Diane freeze in place. She groped at the softening lump to elicit more. The already defeated, but terror-ridden dog within provided a few more meager escape attempts. It was far from effective in any regard other than administering pure carnal bliss. All summed up in a cocked back head and full blown moan. "A-ahhhhhn, I always knew you were a big softie but it's getting quite literal, isn't it? Only thing you're "good" for now is being fox fat!”
Four hours was all it took. Diane had spent a generous amount of time enjoying herself already. But the enthusiastic kneading and massaging her belly received had coaxed her digestive tract into overdrive. A lethargic and hazy wave washed over and mixed with her already lurid mood as her meal began to liquify. She allowed her taxed innards to have their way while slumping back onto the mattress, giving in to the impending food coma. Her greedy guts showed their thanks by constricting down in a lulling, rhythmic motion and opening the acid floodgates. "Told- Mmmmmppphhh! you. Wolves and foxes make perfect mates” the content vixen purred as she shut her eyes and drifted off to a most pleasurable slumber.
story by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/theoneandonlyjosh/

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