The Fox, the Mouse, the Rat, 
Chapter 1 : Warmth

By a very mentally unstable individual 


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It was a cold autumn day near the end of the frost when the trees began to shed their frigid leaves and the sky smelled crisp of honey and maple. It was just the end of most hibernations for many of the animals that lived in the forrest, awaking to a sudden change of environment which filled his eyes with delight, the dark orange fox gently stood up his hind legs and began to stretch allowing for his hazel eyes to reflect off a small puddle in his den. The fox shook his body from head to spine to try and fling off some of the dirt which had accumulated on his gentle fur. The brim of his white tail sparkled as he slowly peaked out his head and took in a large breath of the new autumn air. It filled his lungs as he hobbled the rest of his body out of the den and up onto the surface of the dirt path. As he strutted down the isles of trees which made up the forests he suddenly noticed a small pain began to emerge from the bottom of his stomach. The fox bent both of his hind legs and pointed his back into the air as he tried to rub the afflicted area to ward off some of the pain. Just then his stomach began to shake as it growled violently expressing the primarily necessity after any long slumber. The fox had no doubt in his mind what he had to do. As he began to walk again down the long isles of trees that filled his path he began to remember events from the last harvest and wondered if he could squeeze any food from the old hen house down near the farm. He had to be careful. As the last time he approached the farm he was met with the muzzle end of a Shotgun. He remembered the moment vividly as his knees began to shake. Primary he remembers looking down into the two barrels and beginning to relive himself unconsciously. For the longest time the fear of that moment had kept him away. But he was hungry and nothing would keep him from a good meal. 

As he approached the farm
He began to take in the environment around him, the stone path; the worn mailbox, the rusty ridged wooden fence,
The half dead birds in cages, The half dead birds in cages? The fox thought to himself “ The last time I was here that old farmer always made sure to keep his hens as plump as ever!” So why now are they on the brink of death?” The fox pondered, he began to shuffle his body through the fence and across the yard until he reached the barn, the horses which used to great him had been gone and the cows had been absent from their stalls. “What possibly could have happened” The fox said aloud” but just before he could get another word out two hands hoisted him into the air and covered his small white belly. “W-Wha- STOP, Get Off M-“ the fox yelled as he thrashed his body around. He couldn’t see his captor but he could see the rundown house he was about to be brought into. He feared the worst of things when one hand let go of him to swing the now battered door open. A horrid smell filled the Fox’s nose as both he and his captor entered the door. A rotten smell, one of a strong musk, followed by what could only be described as trash left to the. Curbside for years on end never picked up. As soon as the Fox had been gotten a few feet passed the door his captor shut and locked the door behind the Fox with a horrifying and powerful *clack* The fox feared the worst “ what are you going to do with me?” He asked with a small amount of fear , but mostly anger in his voice. The towering figure did not respond to the fox he only placed him down on the floor of the house before disappearing down a dimly lit hallway where he stepped into a back room at the end of the hall and closed the door just ajar as to leave it slightly open. The fox had would have no clue what would transpire, had he any idea, he would have scavenged far elsewhere. The fox looked for ways to escape his new prison.  Yet what was he to do, the windows were shut the smell was overpowering, and their wasn’t a single exit in sight. In a curious and hopeless mood, The Fox walked to the back room and poked his head through the door. As soon as he did he froze and screamed. Their in the back of that room was the person who had brought him into the farmhouse and directly beside him was the rotting decomposing corpse of the Farmer, it had been different from any regular death, he had no head, but rather a large number of spiked masses of flesh of which spread upwards and outward like a blooming flower blood splattered the walls of the room as his shotgun lay at the side of a bed tucked to the corner, two bullets lay near the gun. The fox now frozen with fear gave a small wimper of which the his tall captor said” Thank you” I get lonely here. Theirs truly nothing to do here and I can’t move that old guy without tear’n him up I’m afraid. He just won’t freak’n budge, if it makes you feel better I found hil like that.  

The fox now Bewildered at what to say or do simply began to slowly walk near door as if begging to be let outside. The captor walked up to the fox and bent on a knee as he reached his hand out to him with some cut ham hanging from it. Now starving, the fox more then happily obliged as he began to nibble away at the piece until their was nothing left. The house was small. And the captor who had been so tall just a moment ago began to walk strangely. The fox studied the captor’s movements as the young boy began to remove a pare of stilts from his feet. “So it had been a lie” Thought the fox. The boy began to go to a small part of the kitchen and grabbed a large sack. He walked to the room in which the old man was rotting and shoved the man’s body into a bag before hoisting it up and pushing the door open. As the Fox was so caught up in wonder he never noticed the door opening yet released he missed what may have been his only ticket to escape. A few minutes later the boy returned empty handed except for some gloves he ran to the kitchen counter and grabbed. “ Wait to do something fun!” The boy asked the fox. 
The boy motioned for the fox to run upstairs with with him, the Fox ran up after him and followed him into a small room with a bed and some covers. The room also had a smell but one more of musk than anything else. It was light however. As the fox was thinking he felt something cold touch his rear, specifically the tip of his sphincter. Embarrassed and confused The fox shot his head around to see the boy with one hand one a bottle of lubricants and the other with a small finger with lube on the front trying to reach inside the Foxes anus. The Fox had had enough of this insanity but just as he squirmed to leave he felt a wave of warmth and comfort ride over him, the boy had forced his other finger into the fox’s shaft and began massaging along the Fox’s  mast until the Fox could no longer hide his erection. As this was happening the boy also began to make headway into the fox’s anus, he began to slip his index finger in and out of the fox. At first the fox would squeeze the boy’s finger out yet after a few minutes of pleasure, The fox Gave in and allowed his anus to be penetrated. After five minutes of this the fox felt a feeling he hadn’t before he felt as if he had to sneezed yet from his groin he began to repeatedly flex his member as it grew wet with lubricant and the Fox’s own pre-cum the boy continued to massage the Fox’s shaft until finally the pressure built up and the fox with a powerful yelp of relief fired a near 4ft tall stream of cum straight into the air and began to thrust into the boy’s hand as he emptied his sperm into the boy’s hand. Afterward the fox was spent, He laid on his back painting as the boy continued fingering the Fox’s rear. Suddenly the boy stopped, he left the room and came back with water for the both of them. After The fox drank and the boy finished his water the boy grabbed the fox’s two hind legs and threw The fox onto his back before spreading the Fox’s legs and hastily pulling down his pants, the boy had then placed one hand on the fox’s Chest and the other one on his own shaft.
After a second the Fox felt a sharp pressure in his rear as the boy began to forcefully have intercorse with the fox. The Fox’s predictor instinct told him to fight back but the waves of pain and pleasure soon flooded the foxes mind with nothing but lust in mind. As the For began to feel pulsing within his anus He noticed the Boy speeding up the pace before sending the Fox shivering as a gazer of cum soon filled the fox’s rear end. The fox Pushed the tears aside before the boy began pulling his still erect shaft out of the fox’s hole. The fox opened his mouth and began to vigorously suck on the boy’s swollen shaft as the boy moaned gently. The Fox’s papery tongue licked the majority of the boy’s shaft in the Fox’s Mouth. The fox then licked off the rest of the boy’s cum. The boy in turn then re-flipping the fox over, pulling up his tail and using  his tongue the boy licked from the back of the foxes taint, to the very ends and crevasse of the fox’s Anal gland The boy even began to cup his mouth around the fox’s And tried to suck out the cum he had sent deep into the fox’s rectum. Both then fell asleep next to each-other enjoying each other’s company the boy wrapped his arm around the sleeping fox, and they both slept sound and warm.


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Chapter 2 : Of Mice’s and Mental Health 
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Dodging the metallic springs The small Mouse set about with a day’s meal of cheese, and grape. The mouse was one of the faster and smarter ones, the rest had been caught or killed. The Small Mouse never stepped within the jaws of the trap, she used a shortened toothpick to pull the bait off which usually set of the trap, yet this time it was before her meal could be ruined. On many occasions she had tried and perfected the technique of stealing a quick bite off traps. The small mouse had larger ambitions today, for today was when the grain would be unattended and that would be her feast. 


The Fox woke last with the boy lightly rubbing the fox’s face with a slice of ham 
The fox’s nose twitching at the smell of the delicious snack. The fox hand been awake for far longer than the boy and simply pretended to be asleep to fool him, the fox hadn’t wanted to move much anyways
Partly because of his daizful sleep and partially because of the pain in and on the foxes rump. The fox widened his jaw just enough for the slice to be dropped in, tasted, and wholely Swallowed down in one obnoxiously loud *GULP*. With that, the small piece of meat now rested in the fox’s stomach. The boy began prodding the fox with a finger and begging his lazy companion to do something other than lay about. “Hey, I have to feed the hens before they die out” l, the old man would of but well he expired a little early” said the boy. “Anyways, you can come with me or sit here and sleep, I’ll leave the door open if your interested.” Said the boy before walking out the door with two metallic buckets. 

Nearly 20 minutes had passed before the Fox finally decided to get out of bed and head down to see what his new friend was up to. As the fox picked up the boy’s sent he also smelled the sent of another animal which was neither a hen nor the boy. The Fox wrinkled his nose as it hit the dirt looking for this could be intruder. The Boy, seeing the fox, called out to him and asked him if he’d seen any live hens on his way out. When the Boy finally arrived at the storage shed where the grain was kept he took a shovel and filled both buckets before reaching his hand in a third time and feeling something strange. It was soft like fur, yet long on one end and flesh like, on the other their were incredibly small ears he could feel. Just as he grabbed the til the small Mouse yelped up scaring the boy and he clasped his hand around her tail and lifted her up by it. The small mouse began panicking an swinging rapidly to which the small boy whistled for The fox before yelling “ B-R-E-A-A-A-K -F-A—A-S-T”. The fox came Running to see what the commotion was about. When the fox picked up more of the smell, and had seen what was in his hand he was not disappointed. The boy tossed the small mouse into a small cage, before locking the entrance. The boy fed the hens for the first time yet in quite some time, eaxh and every one were thankful. The fox, meanwhile grabbed the small cage’s handle with his teeth before walking back into the partially open screen door. The fox walked to their room where the boy eventually came into. “So what now ?”, said the boy. The fox, for the first time responded with “ well, it looks quite tasty I could always devour the small thing, with it at that size I might even be able to swallow it in a single go and let that small thing rest inside my stomach” said the fox. 
The boy looked at the fox puzzled at how he had just spoken. Yet eventually the boy excepted it and told him that they should make more of an experience out of it.
The fox tilted his head to the side slightly as he asked the boy” what did you have in mind?” The boy, now trying to conceal a smile, leaned over to the fox cupping his hand over the fox’s ear and whispered his plan to the fox. The fox’s ear twitched as he grew a devilish smirk across his face before opening his maw, licking his lips, then slapping it shut. The boy soon opened the cage as the small mouse feared what was about to be done to her. She crammed herself at the back of the cage before grabbing onto the rails as the boy gripped her lower body to try and pull her out. She eventually fell out of the cage and into the Fox’s chest. 



For the small mouse, the fox was MASSIVE 
He dwarfed her in just about ever way one could. She feared that his statement of “Swallowing her Whole” wasn’t just a tease. She had to think quick, all of those stolen baits and tactics, just to be turned into fox shit, she refused to let that happen. If she were to die it would naturally not in a fox’s digestive tract. 

Nonetheless, her situation wasn’t quite looking too promising as while she’d been thinking, the boy had an entire box of deli meats and a hungry, and loyal fox next to him. The small mouse was raised into the air and forced down onto the throat on the fox, She was faced belly down on the Foxes neck.  The fox one his side was nothing less then gleeful when he saw the boy place a slice of meat on the Fox’s tongue which the fox quickly and easily swallowed. As the fox’s throat bulged the small mouse was lifted like a wave by it up and down. The boy looked to the horrified mouse and told her that she would be one of the main things that would be swallowed down by the fox that day.  But before she could be devoured, the boy had a few more games to play. The boy then grabbed the mouse and shoved her near the foxes rump and began using the mouse’s white fur to rub aginst the Fox’s rump. He then slowly put pressure on the small mouse until the boy had gotten a quarter of the mouse’s body inside the anas of the fox. The boy pushed harder until the head of the mouse was barely visable and disappeared into the fox. The fox gave off a small groan before quickly excreting the Mouse back into the Boy’s hand. To which the  boy soon lifted the small mouse into the air by her tail and dropped her into the starving fox’s mouth. She quickly sank to the back and with one powerful swallow the fox gulped down the mouse who he was now the owner of. She screamed the entire way down. For the poor mouse was nothing more than a meal. Later that night the fox went outside near the barn and leaned his two hind legs forward before raising his tail and applying pressure to his sphincter as he began to squeeze out logs of what used to be a white smart mouse. Near the end of the process the fox felt a Blockage arise, he pushed until the fox could hear a loud crack as he watch the small mouse’s skull be squeezed out of the fox’s rear. It landed of the top of the pile with a sickening plop. At this the fox began to relive himself on the pile of which contained the mouse. The horrid sent of fox urine filled the air.Now reduced to a pile of fox shit with some spare bones and fur in it.  The once intelligent mouse was now nothing more than a steaming pile of fox shit one which the boy would add to by wiping the fox with some spare towels and tossing them into the pile the fox had creates. The two went back upstairs near dusk and began imagining how tomorrow would play out. 

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Chapter 3:  The Hunt 


Stars filled the sky as the boy and fox lay next to each other both still with the events of the previous night’s at hand. The fox wrapped into a crescent shape as he layed next to the boy. The boy had looked down at the fox as he began lightly scratching the hind of the fox’s ears. The fox purred at this and asked the boy” had their been anyone like this before?”, had the boy ever had any other friends like the fox? The boy then shook his head no. They both stood up slightly and looked out the window into the dark star-filled night. 


Up to this point the boy and fox had been surviving off the short rations of meat left in the freezer of which used to belong to the long-deceased farmer. Yet neither could help themselves when they both began to feel a sense of hunger approaching them. It had then became apparent to the fox. That he would have to bring them some food. The boy stood up and asked the fox” Your a hunter right?, could you perhaps find us some food?” 
The fox lifted his head at this and said” 
“Yes, I can help us, however, You will need to have a method of treating and killing the meat for your consumption. You would get quite sick if you tried to eat it raw”. It was settled the boy and the fox began to plan a hunt to feed the two of them throughout the summer. The two then huddled in the bed for warmth and dozed off both still hungry and dazed. In the early hours of the morning the boy awoke with an interesting feeling he hadn’t noticed it at first, but began to look for the fox. The fox was gone, and completely out of site the boy. As the boy began to stand up he felt a sharp pain across his groan as if being scratched, he looked down as he resat, now confused. And noticed a massive lump in his pants with a fluffy feeling. The boy finally came to his senses as he lifted his pants and saw the fox attempting to swallow the boy’s genitals to which the boy quickly grabbed at the fox’s lower back, and head as he pushed the fox’s head further into his crotch. A fine gesture which told the fox that his friend had awoken. The fox pulled hard and was quickly released as the boy “finished” inside the fox’s mouth. To which the for licked the matter off of his lips and swallowed . The fox smiled at the boy before starting to slowly lick the boy’s slowly collapsing shaft. To which the boy smiled back as him and grabbed the fox’s bulb and began to caress the fleshy pod which contained the fox’s shaft gently until the fox’s bright red member stock out and hardened as it flexed and shifted. The boy, out of curtsy pulled out the fox and layed him on his stomach before reaching his hand under the fox and laying a pillow under the fox’s pouch. The boy than began to get behind the for as he pulled his shaft down to the other side of the bed pointing away from the fox’s head. The boy then got onto his knees and began to lick the fox’s shaft and pleasure the fox until he drained the poor fox’s pouch empty. Both now tired and hungry got out of bed and headed downstairs to plan. The boy grabbed the shotgun and all the rounds the farmer had left. The boy also had a large knife and a backpack. Before long the two of them left the small house and ventured into the forest looking for something to eat. “ anything?” The boy asked the fox in a whisper who responded” not yet, try heading for the napping grounds, lots of deer and doe lye their so we have a better chance”. Okay” the boy responded as the two of them crawled through the light forest. Other creatures began to awake throughout the evening which was supposed to be a lucky sign. At a little over two hours in, the pair spotted what appeared like a large bear, but it had some strange anomalies. The first was that its “fur” looked far more scale like, and it had large wings which spanned quite a good distance. The boy and the for quietly approached the mass. Before either could get a word in the mass turned it’s head and created a noise which was the most frightening thing either the boy or the fox had ever heard, the two turned tail and rain as fast as they could with the creature which began to run of for legs quickly chasing behind them. 
“What is that thing!?” The boy loudly shouted to the fox. “ No Clue! A dragon?!, the Wendi-go itself maybe?!” The fox replied in a panicked tone. Before long the two began getting tired and they feared the worst as the creature stayed close behind them. Getting tired the boy turned to the fox giving a grim defeated nod and he looked to say” goodbye old friend” before the creature caught up to him the fox also tired figured they could go out together as the fox ran in the other direction to have a final stand. 
Just then the fox and the boy with tears still dripping down his face began to hear laughter from what sounded like the inside of the dragon. As the head of the dragon popped off and the face of a notorious school bully who wad tormented the boy the years began throwing a slue of insults as the boy before fully taking off the costume and throwing a punch at the boy knocking him over. The fox thinking quickly bit into the bullies leg to which the punk kicked the fox aside and drew a steel pistol from his pant leg and pointed it at the foxes head. “ this your friend or something.” The bully taunted the boy. “Don’t Hurt Him!” The boy yelled back. “Piss off!” Yelled the bully before pulling the trigger. *BANG* a deafening sound filled the air. The fox tried to pick up his sunken head but noticed his  vision was filled with blood and membrane.





Chapter : 4 

 friendship and Feast

 “ I SAID STOP!” Yelled the boy, the fox’s ears ringing as he came to his senses. The fox looked down at his slim body and all but his tail had been drenched in blood. He didn’t feel any pain thought. Just the ringing in the foxes ears. The fox then looked up to the sky where he saw the bully was gone. “Strange” he though. The fox looked back down at the boy. Their he saw the boy sitting up holding the duel still smoking barrels of the shotgun. The bully was dead. As the boy quickly stood up,raising the fox up with two arms as tears ran down the boy’s face .The boy tightly hugged the fox. “ the fox, still equally terrified, gave a similar embrace. The two grabbed parts of the bullies mangled corpse and walked back to the small house. They hadn’t found an elk yet their unfortunate new victim would have to do. The boy began to start a small fire near the backyard of the house and he cooked the bullies fat into a nice medium done fillet of sorts ,and melted the bullies bones into a thick broth soup for both the fox, and the boy. The two of them ate quietly that night. Both equally traumatized. The bully’s body however, did provide much meat and sustenance for the two, the two slept soundly that night. 

The following morning both the fox and the boy slept in, mainly due to the massive meal they indulged in the following night. 
The fox looked at the boy with wonder in his light hazel eyes. The fox had been living with the boy for a little under a week and had loved his companionship with the boy. Just as the boy enjoyed having the for around. They both kept each other happy, and sane in the time they spent together. 

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Chapter 5: Lust and loyalty 

Within three months both had grown substantially with the fox now being fully grown and the boy now reaching maturity. As he had too. For their new lives together could not stand juvenile pass times. In those days not much changed in their routine. They learned to hunt elk and other large game. One day during a particular cold winter, the two felt brave having hunted and survived the wilderness for eight months now. They went to a dark decrepit part of the woods where no other life existed. As they walked back both felt a strong fear shivering through them. Yet neither the boy nor the fox let their uncertainty show. As the two arrived to what appeared to be the base of the forest. A large assemblage of stone slabs each covered with dirt and moss. In the middle a large black casket which appeared to be made of a slick dark stone of which had inverted handles. Not a single ounce of dirt, leafs or other debris fell of the casket. It stood their and a grave appeared at the top of the stone structure. On the slabs each read: “du, der Industriemörd begeht, soll die Wut von fünf Millionen Höllen bezahlen er wird sich erheben, um die Welt von Industimord Sin zu vernichten der rijanische König lebt weiter”


“What does it say?” Asked the Fox. “I’m not quite sure”, I can’t read it” said the boy. The fox then wondered if he should turn back, but he did not want to ruin the adventure. “ Let’s open it!” Blurted the fox without a second thought. “ Uhhhhhhhhm” the boy pondered and hadn’t wanted anything to do with the casket. Yet as he cleared his throat he gave off a false confidence as the boy replied “ Sure! Lets do it!” Upon hearing this the fox realized his mistake and had lost his composure slightly as did the boy. With a “ please don’t go bad” thought in the boys head he quickly began to try and pull off the casket lid and cover. It was heavy, very heavy, so Heavy in fact that the boy had started to wonder if the thing had been sealed shut from the inside. Just than, it got lighter. The boy who pulled harder. Suddenly a massive blue light shot up to the heavens from the casket as it began to crack and eventually exploded with boiling hot steam shooting into the air. This blew the fox and boy back a good fifteen feet. Suddenly a blue light emerged from the casket as tbe corpse began to assend into the air with each secound, flesh and muscle grew across its body as it rose. The two were in full disbelief and disarray as they hugged each-other in fear. After the body was fully formed it slowly floating back down to the ground. It was fully black and oozing black liquid. The suit it wore was also a dark jet black with the facial features nearly unnoticeable due to the steam conditioning off of the thing’s face. Before a single word could be spoke. Six rods shot from the body and wriggled in the air. The body stepped fully out of the casket as it shot the first rod into a nearby tree and proceeded to suck out the entire of the tree’s nutrients collapsing the tree to the ground with a thud. The boy and fox were petrified in fear as they stood in front of the figure. The boy took the shotgun from the back of his pack and pointed it at the figure. The figure, offended by this shot a rod at the boy which wrapped around his shotgun bending the two barrels in different directions before yanking if from the boy and firing it at the ground which destroyed both barrels even further. Now the fox and boy had done it. The figure threw the broken gun to the leafs and shot three rods at the fox and boy wrapping around them before pulling them towards him. The figure’s face could now be seen. A large evil grin appeared on the figure’s face as it used all six rods to fill every surface of the fox and boy. Both went unconscious after only three minutes. 


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Chapter 6: A bad Dream? 

Hours later the two awoke in their bed back at the small house the two of them were writhing in pain. “ what happened?” The fox asked weakly. “Not sure, I just feel sore… everywhere” replied the boy. Neither could move. Their battered bodies had been though enough. Was it all a bad dream?  A joint hallucination perhaps? As the two tried to rest up the fox quickily darted his eyes to a tall slim individual who had fur like a massive husky and stood upright on two legs. He wore a white cape, fancy jems, and heavy cloth robes. Metals pinned to his chest and shoulder boards along with his shirt color. He was larger than either the boy or fox could have thought to fit in a casket. The boy froze and the sight and told the fox to run but before he could get though the sentience the large figure proclaimed with a smooth silky voice which was both comforting and horrifying. “ Wondered when you to deplorable subjects might finally awaken” said the figure. The boy replied first, as the fox was far too afraid” w-who-what -are you- why-are you he-“ before the boy could even form a proper sentence the figure twitched his ears and straightened his robe as he boomed” “Because your woke me up!” The boy cowered with fear. The large figure licked his lips and without a second thought picked up the fox as the large dog began to move him closer to his mouth. The fox yelped and tried his best to bite the figure as a last ditch effort to not be eaten by the much larger predator. In this moment the boy began to notice that the large husky who proclaimed that his name was to be “High Supreme Leader”. 

As afraid as the boy had been he couldn’t help himself to cringe at such a title. “So pretentious, ugh” the boy whispered.The large husky smiled at the boys comment before holding the fox before licking the fox along the nape of his back. The fox looked to the boy and gently whimpered” I think it went bad" as he smiled lightheartedly fully expecting to be cruelly devoured by the large husky The boy begged the Husky not to kill him and not eat his only friend. The king turned towards the boy and released the fox as he starred at the boy. “What are you willing to trade for your friend?” Perhaps your life?” The boy looked surprised as the husky as he tried to formulate a response, before the boy could the Husky grabbed the boy’s neck. The boy felt himself slowly start shrinking down to the size of a nearly three inches tall. The fox had had enough and pounced at the Husky. He hadn’t gotten far before a barb shot out of the Husky’s back and wrapped around the fox, shrinking him down to nearly two inches tall. The Rijian King than picked up the fox by its tail before flipping it up and allowing the fox to do an entire flip in the air before falling into the husky’s maw. The Husky slapped his jaw shut and began to swish the fox from left to right in his mouth. The boy screamed at the husky, yet he was so small he knew couldn’t be heard, or could he, the Husky smiled as he heard the small plees from the boy. The fox stared at the husky’s uvula near the back of his throat with a very( please forgive us) kind of poke at the side of the husky’s maw of which the large Husky couldn’t help but slightly laugh at. The Husky told the boy to call him by his correct name” It’s Sparky” said the husky. “What?!” Said the boy. “My name, its Sparky” “call me by it and I will let your friend go.” Sparky just seconds ago hadn’t a single care if either of the two had been killed yet now. He wanted to enjoy some time as repayment for waking him up. With a loud gulp, Sparky looked down at the horrified boy who began to scream and cry, as his small furry friend had just been swallowed by the king of Riji. With a small smirk Sparky leaned over the bed and spit the fox out before returning him to his original size. The boy rejoiced at the fact his fried had been saved. However, Sparky wasn’t done with his fun. He returned the boy to a small size which the massive dog could swallow or even chew without any effort and warned both of them that they shouldn’t disrespect resting places a specially not his. Sparky than left the boy just small enough, so the fox could have some fun with the boy had he wanted to. Yet now. All the boy was worried about was returning to normal size. Sparky left shortly after leaving the fox and boy with a clear afternoon. 


The fox jumped down to the boy and allowed him to climb onto the his back and he brought him onto the bed. Yet suddenly the fox began to grow in size. That wasn’t all. The fox screamed as his legs began to grow longer, his front paws began to grow into arms and hands, and his entire body seemed to shift into an anthro form. And as this happened the boy asked the fox” Are you okay!” To which the fox had no reply. The fox had something else now. A strong sense of lust that not even he could control. The boy looked up at the fox as the fox looked down at him. The fox, who now stood directly above the boy allowed the shaft of his genitals to rest in a way that put the scabbed of his body to be seen from bellow. The fox’s shaft began to grow into a massive cock which was nearly three times as large as the boy. The fox, with his new body picked up the boy and pressed the boy’s head into the top of his shaft as the fox began using a finger to push the boys body down the fox’s urethra. The boy tried to scream but was unable to, as the sickening smell of fox musk and urine soon made the boy pass out. The for than felt the boy inside his shaft and began to massage himself. Rubbing up and down the length of his shaft. Before long, precum began to leak out of the fox’s member. And with a few more strokes the fox through his body around before grabbing hold of his throbbing member and pointing at the boy’s pillow. The fox then shot out the boy with what to the boy seemed him gallons of cum straight onto his pillow. Yet that was not the end. As the fox allowed more cum to dribble out of his shaft and fox grabbed the boy, dipped him in the cum puddle until he was nice and slippery,
Just than, the fox felt himself rapidly shifting. Meanwhile, the boy struggled to breathe as the fox’s sticky musk kept the boy  tightly in place. The fox soon cried in pain as his anthro body began to shift back into his original form. “S-S-Sorry about that,” the fox said still panting on his back. The boy tried his hardest to pick himself out of the fox’s little puddle and yelled to the fox with all his strength. The fox, upon noticing him ran over and gently licked the layers of gel away until he felt the boy. The fox carefully and gently used his two front molars to lift the boy up careful not make the boy his next meal. After the boy weakly stood up, he frustratingly looked at the fox. The now large fox whimpered as to say “sorry” in a defeated tone. “ whatever, lets just try to get back to normal” said the boy. “Right” said the fox apologetically. 

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Chapter 7 : A flesh Start 



As the night grew cold under the star filled night, and the bitting frosts withered away from the sun’s first glaze of warmth The Fox lifted his head and began to check both sides of his now enormous body for the boy. As small as he’d been The fox slouchily woke himself raising his tail and back to the sky for relaxing morning stretch. The fox began to search for the boy, now it was critical. The boy had been only three inches tall and the slightest movement by the fox, on accident or on purpose would have crushed his beneath the fox’s bodyweight. As the fox walked on the bed, checking blanket folds for his little companion, yet not sign of him anywhere.” Well I don’t feel any smudge marks on my fur so thats good” “At least I don’t think I crushed him” said the fox in a casually considered tone. Before long, as the fox began to start his morning routine he had began to forget about the lost boy. The fox’s routine was nearly the safe every day. Stretch, Bathroom, water, food, and finally post scratch. The previous owner of the house had owned a cat which had left some time before the fox had ever arrived in the house. The post was made of rough stone  which the fox would use to scratch his back and underside. The fox loved his scratch post, it was almost his favorite part of the morning. Well, almost. The fox had enjoyed breakfast the most. Of all the meals, and different activities throughout the day. Breakfast was certainly the fox’s favorite. Cooked sausage, fresh basil, perfectly poached eggs, and on special occasions. Fresh Irish cream milk. The boy had named it that. In reality it was milk from the cows sweetened with sugar and vanilla with a honey glaze, yet the fox loved it all the same. Yet without the Boy to prepare such a dish would be nearly impossible. Upon realizing that no boy now meant no food. The Fox began to hold his stomach and look as diligently as ever for his small companion. He looked under the chairs, in the sink, on the bed, under the bed, on the floor, on the dresser, in the living room, the bathroom and even in the fox’s own litter box. Nothing. No boy, no trace. The fox felt as if his friend had suddenly vanished. A frown grew over the fox’s lower lip” did h get sick of me and my antics and runaway?” “Did that Sparky guy take him??” “Or worse eat him?” Was I abandoned because I was mean to him when I had my anthro form?” Seems I had been abandoned” the fox had thoughts of this recent abandonment filling his mind. Saddened by such thoughts. The fox refused to believe it. “ He wouldn’t abandon me.” The fox said. “We had something.” I cannot quite name it , yet it was a forbidden love.” “A person and and a fox…. It feels like chaotic insanity, yet in some light, it is the true perfection of an affectionate intimacy”  The fox thought. 

As the morning turned into early noon it began to rain and with that the fox’s anxiety about where his companion was only worsened. “ could I have possable awoken in my sleep and eaten him myself?” The fox at last thought to himself. “No…” Little had the fox know ,that as he stood and looked for his companion. The boy was with him all along. Just… in a different area…. “Ughhhhh, the boy woke with a groggy slumping face as he opened his eyes to find a world of darkness and mushy walls. Wh-where am I?” Questioned the boy to himself. The fox went about the rest of his routine, of course skipping a fine breakfast that he could not make. 
The foxes stomach growled angrily as he had failed to find a snack that entire day. 
After repeated pains from the fox’s belly he finally decided to let off some steam, as a way to partially and temporarily quell the violence erupting in his stomach. The fox squatted down on his litter box and began squeezing out him last meal. Half way through the fox’s defection, he felt a long stream or urine start pouring out of him, and a slight irritation on the inside of his sheath no less. The fox began to come to a close, yet just as he did he heard a small scream, and something fall from his back, followed by the sound of intense vomiting. The fox shot his head back with his back still arched ,and their he saw the boy laying in a repulsive pile of fox filth, being covered by massive pieces of fox shit and slowly drowning from the fox’s bladder. The boy looked up in a moment of clarity and saw the fox’s puckering anus opening and closing with a large chunk of filth half way on it’s journey out. The boy was in full panic mode, to be crushed and suffocated by a fox’s waste. What a way to die. The fox upon seeing the boy tried his best to hold it in but simply couldn’t and had and wait. Releasing wave after wave of toxic fox urine and excrement straight onto his little friend. Before too long, after a very strange and humiliating cleaning, the boy eventually grew back to his normal size with the help of Sparky who came by to check on the two. The boy and the fox eventually became life long companions and lived peacefully for the rest of their young lives.