As the sunlight filtered through the thick shade of the treetops and reached down into the opening of a secluded and humble den in the middle of the jungle flooring. Inside snoozed an orange furred fox, curled up in a ball laying on his side with his two tails wrapped around his face like a blanket. The light of the sun soon reached deep enough inside to blanket across his slumbering form, and the warmth stirred him awake. The wild fox shuddered as he roused, stretching out and yawning wide showing off the dripping fang filled maw to the world while tensing away the strain of sleep from his muscles. Smacking his lips he looked about his den while still blinking through the groggy halfway state between dreams and consciousness, rubbing a hand along his middle feeling at the well fed chub padding out his frame, pinching into the dough of his gut with a slight disappointed mummer.

Urged along by an impatient growl of his stomach ready for him to break his fast, Mangey crawled up and out of his den shook off the dust and last hooks of sleep from his fur, and stood up to greet the outside world with a final yawn and stretch. Fully awake now the fox let out a grunt and smiled while assessing his surroundings. No one within immediate eyesight to be his first meal of the day, so he closed his eyes and sniffed at the air to try and catch a scent, which he quickly did and a familiar one at that.

Through a growling grin Mangey crept down to all fours and began flouncing along towards the source of the scent, following it like a fragrant wind winding its way through the jungle forest. Soon enough he came upon the origin of the delicious smell, a blue hedgehog with tribal paints along his body and wearing a loincloth of bound leafs. With a toothy smile the fox lowered himself as close to the ground as he could and primed himself with a slight wag of his rump before pouncing out from the boscage with his arms outstretched and letting out a rawr.

The fox collided with the hedgehog and sent them both tumbling to the ground, the blue male quickly shaking off the dizzy of being pinned and letting out a chuckle while the fox loomed over him holding him down by his shoulders. Sonic shifted against the grassy ground and looked up at the hunter above him, the fox smiling wide and letting loose drool drip from his lips onto the hedgehogs face.

"Hehe morning to you too Mangey!" Sonic greeted, as the carnivorous fox nuzzled into his nape and licked his broad slimey tongue across the hedgehogs cheek and face. The flavor soaking over his tongue and making him growl with hungry excitement. His favorite meal by far, the most delicious, and one he was happy to devour for any meal on any day!

As he tasted and salivated over his prey, Mangey eased back enough to give Sonic a half lidded expression and rumbled at him. Wordlessly seeming to ask a question - Sonic always made himself rather easy to track down, it was almost like the hedgehog wanted to get hunted by the fox!

"Hehe I know what you're thinking. If I'm putting myself out on a plate for ya why even bother leaving right?" Sonic asked rhetorically, rubbing at his mostly mute friend, his hands brushing down along his fluffy chest and along the soft chub of his tummy which caused Mangey to giggle in approval. "Well much fun as it is being fox fat, I do have other stuff to do! You're a greedy little fox, but I can't let you keep me to yourself all the time."

Mangey gave a slight whimper at the suggestion that Sonic wasn't his and his alone to keep for as long as he wanted, but after the playful complaint he growled through a wide grin as he perched over the hedgehog and loomed above him hungrily. He had him right where he wanted him now and that was all that mattered! While Sonic chuckled at the proud predatory posture, Mangey leaned in close and opened his maw wide before his prey and let out a heavy belch right into his face, the nearly visible gust of gastric fumes windsweeping back his quills even as he rested against the ground.

Once the gassious release tapered off Sonic trembled through a blush, and panted hotly while looking up at the fox suitably seduced by the gluttonous display. "Mph, yeah that's another thing.... being re-eaten by you is too much fun! So you only have yourself to blame for that." Sonic asserted, leaning up to boop his nose against Mangey's snout causing the fox to giggle and then lick his lips. Without another word Sonic shifted against the ground as if preparing himself, then smiled in a silent signal that he was ready.

Without another word Mangey reared back and lifted Sonic up by the shoulders, and with a growl lunged down and engulfed the hedgehogs head into his maw. The heat and humidity of the wild carnivores mouth soaked over him down to the shoulders and matted down his quills while Mangey shoveled the hedgehog up and down away past his drooling lips. He gulped his meal down with ease, almost like Sonic was made specifically to be eaten by the fox, easily cramming his body down his gullet until he could tilt his head back and practically drank the rest of him away in one smooth swallow that claimed the rest of his body. Reducing Sonic from a hedgehog to nothing but a lump sliding down Mangey's neck, spilling down into the waiting fox stomach that swelled with his presence while Sonic was forced to curl up to fit inside.

The organ stretched to accommodate Sonic's presence, ridged surrounding walls churning against his body from all directions and oozing a thick syrupy fluid that soaked into the meals quills with the excess dripping down his body and puddling at the basin of the stomach. Sonic wriggled slightly to ease himself into a comfortable position but quickly settled, submitting to the hungry dominance of the stomach that worked itself around him, letting it have its way with his body. The stringy cling of slimes from the walls of the belly and between his legs dripping down into a rising pool of splashing bubbling gastric fluids, and a swirl of fumes rushing in the enclosed chamber to release back up the way he came in.

Mangey let out a crass wet belch, sealing Sonic's status as nothing but food and making a victorious declaration to the jungle around that this hunter had claimed his meal!  The fox sighed and smacked his lips while he stood up, his hands rubbing down over his bulging belly feeling at the outline of his meal trapped inside under layers of pudge and fur. The fox purred and smiled in utter satisfaction, gently brushing and petting at the figure of his favorite meal locked away in his hungry gut where he belonged. Where he would always remain, if it were up to Mangey to decide! Another rumble emanated from his depths and a sudden surge raced up, the fox letting out another burp that sent a pair of shoes and leafy loincloth flying out from his lips to land on the ground, swept off of Sonic by the digestive motions of the stomach to be released. Mangey licked his chops and then grinned inspecting the stomach slush dripping shoes, picking them up and looping them around his neck to wear like a necklace before going back to giving full attention to his stomach.

The now naked hedgehog panted hotly into the heavy air inside the stomach, heady with the predators breath and gastric fumes that made him feel too dizzy to do anything but relax. The predators digestive system crafted to subdue any desire to struggle from his prey, but like the coils of a snake the less Sonic resisted the more he was able to endure it. If he tried kicking up a fuss or spin dashing against the surrounding walls he'd be bullied by the belly into submission and digested right away to be quickly processed into fox fat. But submitting and practically going limp let the stomach take its time with him, allowing him to spend more time stewing inside of the foxes tummy rather than jiggling as pudge upon it.

The mutual enjoyment was why Sonic was always Mangey's favorite meal - he ate all the other tribal Mazeians as quickly as he could get his paws on them, but they all resisted him to greater or lesser degrees and it made him need to rush through his meals. With Sonic he could take his time and truly savor the snack, lounge against a tree trunk and purr aloud, play with his belly by lifting it from the bottom and letting it drop or jostling it around to mix the hedgehog up with his inner juices and lewdly belching up a storm all through the process. A good hour went by of Sonic sloshing inside the gut, feeling the bubbling belly juices rising up to submerge more and more of his body, marinating him like a jacuzzi of maple syrup that made him feel pruned and softened like boiling spaghetti.

Sonic mummered pleasantly while preygasmic shudders rippled through his body as the stomach grinded down against his body, the stimulation against his sensitive frame sending untold pleasure through him. It was an addicting bliss, being fox food! But also an intense experience, as the splashing juices inside the gut rose up above the hedgehog dunking him under it completely while the stomach walls compressed down tight and squeezed him over into as small a ball of blue quills as it possibly could. The organ vibrated all around him for an entire minute of sensory overload, gurgling sounds deafening, waving fluids slushing against the enclosed confines of the gut, tense digestive muscle clenching tight restricting his ability to move at all, while imprints of Mangey's paws rubbed at him through the stomach walls as the fox enjoyed an intense predgasm from the delightful feedback of his stomach completely digesting him!

And like with any climax once it ended it left Sonic light headed and struggling to collect himself in the afterglow. The gut relaxed back to an elbow room allowing shape and the stomach fluids began to drain down and out of the stomach, flushing Sonic along with them. With enough sense of mind the hedgehog would have been able to resist the tug and remain inside the belly, but that would have just been signing up to go through the process of being digested all over again for a second time in a row, and as much fun as it was the thought of being put through that stimulation again after he was already rendered to such a sensitive state was not a tempting notion. So Sonic groaned out amidst the gurgling drain of the stomach emptying its contents down into the foxes guts, flushing into the cramped squeeze of intestines that he wouldn't have been able to fit through if he wasn't so softened by the stomachs juices soaking him down.

The trip was short as he dunked through a bend and a curve of winding organ walls before he brushed against a suckling villi, and almost instantly felt himself getting slurped up like the spaghetti he was into the thin organic nub. And just like that, through a process he wouldn't have been able to keep track of if he hadn't gone through it so many times before, Sonic found himself deposited into the foxes pudge. Landing into a snug nearly skin tight padded cell of pure soft marshmallow squish that enclosed against him from all possible directions. It was disorienting at first, he felt like he was suspended standing out and laying up at the same time, but when he felt a handprint gently rubbing across him from the outside it gave him the chance to get a sense of himself relative to where he ended up padding out the fox. The former hedgehog was jiggling comfortably on Mangey's tummy, and as the predator rubbed over his middle the contact brushed against him directly through the pudge walls all around him in a direct sensory feedback. It was an abstract feeling but one that began to make sense after an adjustment period of accepting that he wasn't himself anymore, but just an additional pound of soft warm fox fat!

Throughout it all, Mangey was enjoying the power rush of feeling his prey digesting in his stomach.  As his belly filled with sopping sloshing fluids the outline of Sonic's body curled up inside became less distinct and more rounded out. By the time it filled up completely the fox released a heavy meaty belch, the drain of his stomach emptying its contents down into his guts sending up a rush of excess fumes that signaled his tummy had finished its meal and was ready for another one! Once Sonic wobbled into place as fat Mangey's belly visibly jiggling while the former hedgehog settled into place, and the fox grinned as he looked down to inspect his padded out frame. He ran his hands along his tummy feeling the newly softened layer of fat, not quite feeling Sonic within the folds of well fed chub specifically, but able to sense his presence contributing to his body. The difference was pretty minute, his gut looked about the same as it had been before he swallowed Sonic, but somehow Mangey simply felt much more comfortable with his shape now that Sonic was a part of it!

Giving his belly a pat and looking smug, the fox growled in approval and then licked his lips, looking off to the side with a hungry expression as he started sniffing at the air again. He was awake, his belly was empty, which meant it needed filling, so he was on the hunt once more! Rearing onto all fours the fox went scampering off through the jungle once again, following his nose to the scent of the prey nearest to him, intent on feasting upon every tribal Mazeian he came across until sunset!

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By the time the sun went down and darkness blanketed the jungle, Mangey had wandered his way back to his den while purring up a storm and rubbing his soft paunch with both hands. He'd enjoyed a feast of a dozen prey throughout the day, of various colors shapes and flavors! All of them had been quick feisty meals aside from Sonic as was typical, but all of them were now nothing but fat on his gut now like they always ended up. Once he reached the entrance to his den the fox let out a sigh as if to bid the jungle goodnight then scurried his way inside, humming as he found himself back to his home sweet home! He shuffled his way to a corner of the den and lifted a flat rock up to reveal a dug out small pit with various knick knacks and curios collected inside. Smiling, the fox pulled the shoes from around his neck and dropped them inside with the rest.

Mangey smiled as he appraised the collection of trophies, all belched up after he swallowed his meal whole and his belly stripped them down and then claimed by the greedy fox. He brushed a hand over the collection, remembering the occasion for every specific one. Then with an affectionate smile he rubbed over his belly, feeling the warmth of blush from the denizens of his chub as they experienced the memories by proxy. Most of them had quite a number of experiences they could recall of being hunted down and devoured by the fox over and over just like they'd been today, but a handful of them were permanent passengers. Mangey was happy to tease them by gripping a handful of chub on his middle and jiggle it stimulating the former meals adding to his frame, and chuckled to himself as he closed the lid on his collection of meal memories.

Mangey shuffled over to his bed a cozy collection of comfortable leafs and yawned out as he curled up on the spot.  He had been on his hands and feet hunting all day and now he was engorged, happy and sleepy. The fox quickly settled into sleep, and would drift off into a state of light hibernation, sleeping for a minimum of three days straight at the bare minimum. As he slept the prey who made up his pudge would be able to regain their strength and eventually wriggle their way out of the padded cells that confined them to his body, slipping out from his pudge to drop down into his digestive track proper once again. From there it was a short trip through the foxes bowels and then being squeezed out from under his twin tails, all while he continued to snooze away through the entire process! The disgruntled former meals free to brush themselves off and abscond out of the den and back into the jungle to go back to whatever it was they'd been doing before being interrupted by the hungry fox.

But even as the prey who would rather not spend the rest of their lives as fox fat reclaimed their freedom from his body, Mangey slept deeply and dreamed of simply hunting them down and devouring them all over again. Wonderful dreams that reflected his waking reality, a simple and zen life of hunger and hunting and the companionship that came with a full squirming belly. A fox couldn't even dream of hoping for more!