The swift-footed Vixen started to circle the helpless morsels in front of her, forcing them to go back to back to each other and stare at her. They were hypnotised by the tongue coiling around her teeth as she licked her lips, the small nose that twitched as she took in their scent, the deep eyes that sized them up as she went around, the Vixen truly was a beautiful animal. It almost would have been romantic had it not been so terrifying for the two friends, who were shaking in fear and anticipating the drooling jaws gobbling them up.
The Fox moved closer and closer until she was right in front of the two, staring down at them in smouldering silence. She decided to finish off the skunk first since she had enjoyed his taste and company so much; Flower seemed to know that she had picked him first and took off towards the entrance in an escape attempt. The Vixen bounded quickly in front of him and cut off his only escape point, “nice try” she sneered before she opened her maw and began eating.
The first thing the Fox noticed was how her entire head flooded with the taste and smell of the young skunk and how his scared squeals were like music to her ears. It had been so long since she had eaten a live creature and Flower was a delightful specimen of skunky goodness, every taste bud in her mouth was overjoyed to meet his soft flesh and they were eager for more. The Fox intense eyes locked with Thumper’s wide ones as his friend hung out of her jaws, wet droplets of sticky Drool leaking down flower's back and dripping onto the floor, her eyes seemed to say “you’re next.”
The first thing that Flower’s noticed was the moist flesh that encased his entire head, his world was plunged into darkness as the Vixen’s rough tongue coiled around his eyes and down his back. He could hear a muffled sucking sound through the flesh and could smell the Fox’s hot breath pushing past him, his survival instincts were in overload as he was pulled further into the pulsating throat. There had to be a way of escaping, this couldn’t be the end!
But the Vixen had other ideas, no matter how hard he fought or whimpered she wasn’t letting go of her meal. She clamped her jaws down harder on the skunk’s backbone, her teeth digging into his squishy stomach as she sucked on him some more. The stomach was always her favourite part of the meal and this skunk’s belly was no exception, it was soft, squishy and chewy, so cheeewwwwwyyy...…
Flower felt the Vixen’s teeth biting deep into his body and cried out in pain, she was going to chew him up after all! But after a moment the teeth stopped and the swallowing continued, pulling him further into the pink, wet flesh of the Fox’s mouth. The poor skunk kicked his feet harder and harder as the chewing and sucking continued, still looking for a chance of escape. It wasn’t so much the smell or the wet hotness of the mouth that sickened Flower so much; it was the pleasure filled moans that surrounded him and the clear enjoyment the vixen took in swallowing him whole and alive.
The Vixen eyed the skunk’s kicking feet and tail with suspicion, he was still position so that the smell of his spray wouldn’t affect her but he didn’t seem to be using it. Maybe it hadn’t even crossed his panicked mind…but it didn’t matter anyway, the Fox’s meal was almost finished and all that remained of the proud skunk was a long striped tail and kicking feet sticking out of a Vixen’s maw. She playfully batted his tail and tickled his sensitive feet for a little bit, which confused the terrified skunk greatly, but the fox was just showing him that his entire life lay in her paws. Her tongue coiled out again and licked his backside, his entire juicy, exquisite, tasty body was encased in her throat and with one last swallow his tiny feet joined the rest of him in going down the Vixen’s throat.
Flower finally realised that his entire fight had been in vain as the teeth closed behind him, this was the end. His hope had faded and no one was coming to save him, the moist throat muscle pushed in on him as was moved down into his final resting place and spilled him into the stomach.
The skunk sniffed and scanned his new surroundings through tear soaked eyes; it was like being trapped inside a hot, fleshy bag that kept on being pushed inwards. The vixen’s strong stomach muscles started to contract around the poor skunk, trying to squeeze him into an easily digested package. The poor animal desperately sniffed and looked around for a way out, stomach acid was already getting into his eyes and the smell of the fox’s stomach was overwhelming him. The heat and confusion finally became too much for Flower and he fainted.
The Vixen nosed the wriggling bulge in her stomach and sighed with relief, she never got tired of the swallowing and the wriggling of her prey. And she’d never had a meal that struggled and wriggled and as much as Flower did, but it was all over now and soon the skunk would end up as fat around the Vixen’s stomach like so many animals before him.
But she still had the second course of her meal to devour; the course in question had been sitting in stunned silence for the past ten minutes while the vixen had devoured his friend. But now it was his turn…
