Loud music boomed from the many speakers in the club, and bright, technicolor lights shone upon the dance-floor. The night was still young, but there were already plenty of people mingling and partying, and even more were showing up to have fun, among which was a mahogany-furred three-tailed vixen, with a soft white going from her snout down her front, and a dark brown going from her elbows and knees down, whose long green hair draped down to just past her shoulders: wearing a pair of jeans, a green top, and a pair of boots, the tri-tailed kitsune took a quick look around her as she approached the building, having heard a lot of great things about this particular night club, and wanted to check it out for herself. Once she entered the building, the brown vixen made her way to the dance-floor, where she started to let the music blasting throughout the club guide her body, slowly swaying from side to side for a few moments before she really began to cut loose, shaking her curvy frame to the beat of the song. 

Since the moment that exotic multi-tailed figure entered the club, the kitsune had already drawn some attention, with quite a few of the patrons unable to help but stare at the fluffy vixen and her curvy frame. One such onlooker, sitting at the bar beside the dance-floor, looked at the tri-tail with great interest: a tall and slender doberman lady, covered in black fur with dark rust covering her slim muzzle and cheeks, as well as running down the front of her body down to the underside of her long, thin tail, short, maroon hair on her head, and her figure covered with a dark scarlet crop top and a black skirt with thin white stripes, along with a pair of elegant black leather boots. As she watched the brown fox from afar, the hound smirks, her scarlet eyes flashing briefly as she manages to see a faint glowing wisp of mystical power in the vixen’s amber eyes, which very quickly showed the fox’s magical nature, the doberman licking her lips at the sight of that tasty-looking spark. As another song started to play, the canine ordered another drink, and once she got it, began to walk towards the dancing kitsune, her hips swaying with every step she took as the drink in her hand gleamed with a crimson shimmer as she put her plan into motion.

Getting closer to the tri-tail, the doberman smirked toothily before she started to dance right next to the distracted fox, getting a much closer look at the brown vulpine. Sensing the magical power within the kitsune, the hound felt a pang of hunger gnawing deep within herself, demanding that she make the vixen her meal right then and there, but knowing she would have a much easier time of it if she was alone with the fox. With a wide swing of her hips, the dog bumped against the kitsune, spilling her drink all over the brown fox’s top. The three-tailed vixen yelps in surprise at this, and quickly looks down at the dark stain quickly spreading over her bust: “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, hon!” the hound says quickly, making sure to be heard over the loud, booming tune. Diverting her attention from the large mess of liquor on her clothes, the fox quickly turns towards the canine, scowling just briefly: “It’s alright. Are you okay?” she asks, with a hint of annoyance in her voice, though still making sure the other lady hadn’t hurt herself: “Oh, don’t you worry about me, dear! I’m perfectly fine.” the hound replies sweetly. Looking back towards her dirtied top, the mahogany-furred fox sighs softly before starting to walk away towards the restrooms: “Please excuse me.” she says, before heading off to try and clean up her top a bit, lest she spend the entire night reeking of booze.

Seeing the kitsune walk off, the canine spots some of the other patrons who had been spying the vixen as well, and by the look on the faces of some of them, they had the same idea she had, the doberman flashing a smug, toothy smirk before slinking off towards the bathroom to follow the vixen. Finding herself alone with the fox in the ladies’ restroom, the canine couldn’t help but shiver faintly at the sight of the kitsune’s curvy figure, left bare from the waist up as the fox was trying to quickly rinse out the stain in her top. The tri-tail scowled softly as she leaned forward, only finding the stain spreading further and further, soon trying to wash her top once more, hoping to get it as clean as possible before using the hand driers on it. Before too long, the hound starts to sneak up on the fox while pointing towards the fox’s garb, at which point the stain of liquor starts to darken, changing colour to a deep, dark red. Seeing this, the kitsune is taken aback and drops her top, nearly screaming in horror before the doberman slips in behind her, placing a hand over her muzzle, a mischievous smirk on the canine's face as she leans in to give the kitsune’s neck a quick lick: “Hello there, dear. Having a good time?” she asks mockingly, before swiftly spinning the vixen around, acting quickly and leaving the vixen no time to react. While the brown fox is stunned, the doberman lets go of the fox’s snoot, just to lean in and lock her lips with the vixen’s own, giving the three-tailed fox a forceful kiss, blowing a small wisp of fire straight down the kitsune’s throat, the fox feeling a mild warmth slipping into her mouth and down her neck followed by a bit of dryness. Coughing and sputtering, the brown vixen shoves the canine away from her, quickly feeling an odd warmth spreading through her chest: “Wha... what THE FU-” the fox starts to yell, before being interrupted by another bout of coughs, the brown fox looking at the hound, catching a sight of a pair of ebony horns that were hidden by the hell hound's hair. Seeing how the tri-tail was taken aback from discovering her true nature, the hell hound moves in again, smiling toothily as she grabs one of the kitsune’s shoulders with one hand, and starts pulling down her own skirt with the other: “Awww, what’s the matter, hon? Does the sight of me leave you speechless?” the doberman asks playfully, her scarlet eyes glowing faintly as she slips off her underwear, revealing a throbbing member standing to attention, her other hand shredding the vixen’s top in a swift motion. Not giving the three-tailed fox a chance to move, the canine grabs the kitsune’s head with one hand, stroking her own rigid spire with the other, before stuffing the vixen’s muzzle right down her cock with a lewd SQUEEELSH!!

Letting out a loud, blissful moan, the demonic canine begins to pant, wasting no time in stuffing the brown vixen down her shaft, a shiver running down the doberman’s spine as she can feel her shaft stretching with a wet SCHLUUUURP, swallowing the tri-tailed fox’s head in no time, that tower of black flesh throbbing and twitching with every inch of the kitsune disappearing into it. Before too long, the vulpine’s head is but a detailed bulge adorning the hell hound's member, that pulsing spire beginning to swell and grow, becoming longer as the kitsune’s neck starts to slide into it as well, the doberman’s tongue dangling out the side of her muzzle while she feels the brown fox’s soft fur tickling the sensitive flesh of her member. Grabbing the tri-tailed vixen’s arms and holding them together, the canine starts to lift the fox up, tilting her towards herself, feeding the kitsune deeper and deeper into her cock, a lewd SCHLLUUURK and a SHLIIILP with every inch of the fox disappearing down that obsidian pillar between the hound’s legs. And soon, the canine has the tri-tailed fox’s shoulders reduced to more bulges on that greedy shaft, trapping the kitsune’s arms to her sides, the vixen struggling in vain to try and fight her way out, her form only sinking in deeper and deeper with each twitch and throb of that tower. A short while later, and with a SHLOOORP, the fox’s bosom and arms are consumed as well, that massive, ravenous cock stopping it’s growth at a few feet in length, the gluttonous hound panting and leaning back, her hands now just playfully groping and caressing both the vixen’s rear and the lumps her breasts made on her member. Watching her spire swallow up the brown fox like a starved serpent, the hell hound pants and shivers, before she starts to work the tri-tailed kitsune’s pants off, along with the rest of the vixen’s clothes, leaving the vulpine completely nude. A few moments later, the brown fox’s face begins to slip into the canine’s sac, which begins to swell bigger as the kitsune is being fed into it, as if already anticipating accommodating the entire vulpine.

Filled with a desire to get that vixen down into her balls as soon as possible, the hell hound shoves the fox down harder, grunting as the tip of her shaft finishes swallowing up the three-tailed kitsune’s belly, only to meet with that soft, round ass. Trembling in pleasure, the doberman starts to sway her hips from side to side, pushing against the kitsune’s rear to work it into her member, before a loud SCHLUOOORP signals the vulpine’s rump being swallowed up by that tower of black flesh. With a loud moan, the demonic canine starts to buck her hips back and forth, shivering heavily while the brown fox disappearing inch by inch down into the depths of that greedy spire. Once only the fox’s shins, foot-paws and tail-tips remain outside, the canine carries herself into one of the stalls with the kitsune’s clothes in tow, to ensure that she isn’t interrupted while she enjoys her prey. Sitting down on the toilet cover, the hell hound leans back, stroking her fox-devouring shaft with both hands while the vixen’s kicking feet sink lower and lower, a smirk on the canine's muzzle as she watches what little of the kitsune is left SCHLIIIRK down into her cock: “That’s it, hon... not much longer now.” she coos, before placing a hand over the fox’s feet and pushing them in with a wet SCHLUUURK! And with that, the tri-tail was utterly stuffed into the hell hound's tower, the demon panting and moaning as she rubbed over the many lumps decorating her shaft, while each and every last one of them sank down into her nuts, the doberman shuddering as she wrapped her arms around her own member to teasingly hug it, running her hands up and down the bulges slithering down her spire.

Deep in the hot, humid balls of the hell hound, the kitsune struggles and writhes, leaving imprints of her figure on the demonic canine's sac in an attempt to escape her prison. Soon she is completely sealed away within, but despite this, the vixen stubbornly continues to try and fight her way out of the swollen, SCLUUORSHing bag between the hound’s thighs. In a few moments, the fox feels that warmth in her chest growing, a dryness returning to her throat which causes her to cough again...

Finding a wisp of brightly glowing green smoke, escaping her mouth.

Startled by this development, the vixen tries to cover her mouth, but the dryness in her throat only gets worse, and the temperature in her chest becomes even hotter, forcing the kitsune to cough uncontrollably, more and more glowing fumes spewing from her mouth with each exhalation. In a few moments, the fox had a hard time seeing within that sauna-like chamber, as it was flooded with that glowing fog, which even left the demon’s balls glowing like paper lanterns from the sheer volume of magical energy now stored within. The hell hound licks her lips at the sight, while using her feet to playfully knead and rub her own sac: “You feel sooo goood down there, cutie. I wonder how your magic tastes~” the demon coos, smiling as she leans closer to her shaft, and brings that tip of that ebony spire to her mouth, while the bright glow filling her orbs started to rise up her cock. Sucking on her own member, the demonic canine inhales the viridian smoke, filling her lungs with it, leaving a faint glow in her own chest, which slowly faded as a powerful warmth flowed from her core to the very tips of her fingers, tail and nose, the hound pulling away just long enough to exhale a plain, dull smoke, the aroma of honey and almonds lingering in her nostrils and taste buds: “Mmm~ Oh dear... you taste simply divine! I’m sure you aren’t going to miss some of your magic, will you?” she teases, still able to feel the tri-tailed kitsune thrashing and struggling, and hearing faint coughs inside her SHLUOOORSHing and GRGLGLGLing balls. Leaning in for another hit, the hell hound inhales deeply of the magically charged smoke again, draining every last drop of power within it before exhaling the smoke back out again, smiling at the sheer bliss of feeding on the kitsune’s energy like this, not to mention the decadent flavour of the vixen. Continuing to use her own shaft like a bong, the demonic canine keeps smoking the tri-tail’s magical essence for a while, but several more minutes of the kitsune trying to fight her way back up make those swollen orbs BURRBLBRBLBR audibly, swelling and rounding out slightly: “MMMph! You’re getting me so excited, hon!” the doberman teases, playfully grinding her legs against her balls while her prey keeps squirming. A few more puffs of that mystical smoke later, and the hellish hound notices the coughing has stopped: “Awww... my fire has gone out, hasn’t it?” she asks, reaching down to teasingly grope some of the bulges on her writhing sac: “Still, your energy has made such a wonderful dinner, so sweet, so intensely powerful...” the canine moans softly, using her hands and legs to play with the fox trapped between her thighs: “...I was going to let you go once you tired yourself out, but you’re STILL full of energy, aren’t you? It just makes me want more!” she adds, smirking even as she hears the brown fox yelling in protest, muffled by the thick layers of flesh between the kitsune and the outside world.

Increasingly driven to claim even more of that mystical fox’s power, the hell hound opens wide, and wraps her jaws around her cock, and starts to fiercely stroke up and down her shaft with both hands, her thighs rubbing against her kitsune-engorged sac, beginning to pleasure herself. With the fox’s stubborn thrashing and writhing only driving the hellish doberman to further pleasure, the hound moaned around her member, and in a matter of minutes, feels her balls clenching and bouncing, loudly GROUUURNing and BLUORGRGLing, a series of brilliantly glowing green lumps starting to flow up that tower of meat. Finally reaching her climax, the canine begins to drink deeply of her own orgasmic bliss, a series of kitsune-shaped bulges quickly following, as the hell hound thirstily drinks every single drop she can, and within moments, feels the fox being shot straight into her awaiting gullet as well. Tasting the kitsune’s lovely flavour of almonds and honey on her tongue, the doberman keeps greedily drinking gulp after gulp of her own seed, feeling just how much it is infused with the vixen’s magical power, with every drop that reaches her stomach feeling soothingly warm. The hellish canine leans back slightly, holding her shaft up against herself, swallowing down the fox’s head, neck, shoulders and bosom, rapidly devouring not only the vixen, but guzzling down each spurt of her charged climax. In no time, the doberman’s gut swells and floods with both her seed and her prey, and yet she keeps feasting, wanting every last bit of her prey, even as her belly starts to press against her shaft. It doesn’t take her long at all to swallow the fox’s hips and thighs as well, and with just a few more gulps, the kitsune’s feet slip past the canine's throat, along with the final few drops of magically energized seed. Releasing her shaft a few moments later, the hell hound gasps, before licking her lips and starting to caress and rub over her massively swollen and glowing belly, her shaft and balls slowly returning to their original size now that they no longer had a meal to hold: “Oh, you tasted amazingly! A meal fit for a goddess!” she teased, while the vixen within her gut struggled and writhed, the occasional imprint of the fox’s form showing on that round, swollen paunch. Grabbing one of the bulges the kitsune makes, the canine just chuckles softly before leaning in to kiss the fox’s snoot the moment the vixen presses her face against the walls of that loudly CHRRRRRNing and BLURRRBLBLBLing gut just to tease her further: “What a shame that you’ve just ended up as food for a demon~” she mocks, chuckling as she rubs and kneads at her own gut while it kneads and churns at the kitsune within. Audibly GROOOWWNGRGLGRing all around the vixen, the canine’ s chamber heavily squeezes and grinds the fox from all sides, that demonic cauldron keeping the kitsune soaked from head to toe in a thick stew of fluids. Within moments, the fox quickly found that the ocean of ooze she was stewing in was only starting to become an even more vivid green, and shortly after, found that she was practically sweating a green glowing fluid, discovering that even more of her magical essence was being melted off of her. Meanwhile, the hell hound unleashes a loud BWUOOOOORP that rattles the stalls and tightens that powerful gut all around her prey, the canine covering her mouth before smirking faintly, just taking a while to relax and enjoy her wonderful meal.

Looking down to her own gut, the hellish hound smirks as she lovingly caresses her swollen paunch, feeling the kitsune within writhe and kick, the angry protests of the trapped vixen within barely audible over the loud GRRRUOOORNing and BURRRBLBRBLBRing of that hot, humid gut. Licking her chops the doberman gives her gut a tender squeeze, just to tease the fox within her of her fate as hell hound food: “Struggle and kick all you want, hon. You’re not coming out until I squeeze eeevery laaast drop of magic in you~” she maliciously mocks, while kneading down at the bulges the kitsune makes on her stretchy tum: “...And yet, maybe I should make sure you can’t slip your way out of me.” she whispers, before she gets an idea, leaning over to pick up the brown vixen’s pants, digging in the pockets for a brief moment before pulling out the fox’s wallet, opening it up to find the kitsune’s identification, reading the tri-tail’s name: 

Kyiarnu Glenne Anullo

Smiling widely when she learns the kitsune’s name, the doberman wraps her arms around her belly, leaning in to teasingly smooch her swollen paunch before starting to whisper an incantation, tracing a pentagram with one claw, the symbol slowly starting to form as a tattoo over the hell hound's belly, until she finishes it with an utterance of the fox’s true name, at which point a series of lines spread from the lines of the hellish icon, to form into the shape of the fox’s face, creating a mystical seal that would help her keep the vixen locked away within her. Pleased with her work, the canine chuckles softly, before she feels the tri-tail thrashing even more violently for a moment, before a bulge appears between her breasts, which quickly starts to climb up her throat as the fox starts to fight her way back up her gullet, the canine soon grunting as she feels her jaws being forced open as the brown kitsune’s snout appears in her mouth, though the fox quickly finds that she is unable to get herself out further. When the doberman sees this, she smiles wickedly and starts to lick over the tri-tail’s face, mockingly savouring that sweet flavour once again, before she closes her toothy jaws right in front of her face like the gates of hell before swallowing down the kitsune, sending her straight back to her stomach to stew some more: “That’s it... back in my belly!” she teases, giving her gut a playful smack to have it wobble and jiggle. Knowing just how well her seal is working, the demonic doberman leans back, still rubbing over her GRROOWRing and BLURGLing stomach, relaxing as her stomach continues to work on her meal, slowly rounding out and swelling slightly.

Minutes turned to hours, even though for the hell hound it may as well have been but moments before her stomach began to pump that thick slurry of liquefied kitsune magic down into her bowels, the canine shuddering and moaning as she feels an intense warmth flowing through her veins in a matter of seconds. Despite spending so long tucked away in the doberman’s stomach, the kitsune still struggled deep within the canine’s gut, a detailed imprint showing on the surface of that swollen gut every so often, while the three-tailed fox thrashed and writhed away, the powerful walls of that steamy chamber beating back against the kitsune to squeeze her back in place. While the demonic canine continues to process all of that sludge, the hound pants audibly, shivering as she feels all of that energy flooding her being: “Oh yeeesss... So much magical power... All of this energy will fuel me for months, if not years!” she cooed, smiling widely as she kneaded and rubbed her massively swollen stomach, squishing into all that mush and softened vixen, though noticing just how swollen that glowing paunch still was, the hell hound blinked in surprise, not expecting her belly to still be THIS full, realizing quickly just how densely charged the stew she had been brewing in her stomach was. Not expecting this, the canine just shivers, still feeling more and more of that energy flooding her body with every drop of that soup she absorbs, and as she keeps rubbing her belly, she soon realizes it feels softer... but not due to its contents, but rather, as a thickening layer of pudge forms under her pelt, and still being able to feel her prey deep within. Looking and feeling over herself, the hellish doberman finds that her entire body is becoming softer, thicker, and curvier, the sheer excess of magical energy now just converting to flab on her frame, the imprints of the struggling kitsune becoming fainter and harder to make out as the demon’s figure grows fatter, her clothes starting to strain to contain her swelling curves: “Ugh... That’s too much! If this keeps up, I won’t be able to fit in this damn stall, let alone move...” the canine mutters, before an idea pops into her head, a broad smile on her soft muzzle as she slowly stands up once more: “Well, if your body can hold this much power, hon...” she asks, her eyes glowing brightly: “...I should make the best of it!” the canine continues, raising one of her arms.

Focusing all of that power-turned chub on her figure, the hellish canine flexes, using all of that energy to increase her power, turning that pudge into muscle, her body growing taller and a bit more toned, despite making her as thin as she was before. Seeing these results, the demon smiles widely, looking over her body, even noticing that a set of defined abs was appearing on her belly, which she flexes gently to help squeeze more and more of that glowing green goo deeper into her bowels to be absorbed: “Oh yes... yes, YES, YEEESSS! GIVE. ME. MORE! I’ll become akin to an arch-demon with all of this power!” she moans loudly, lost in pure pleasure as her body feasts. Using most of that stolen energy to empower herself further, the hell hound grows a couple more inches taller, her horns growing, biceps swelling, thighs growing thicker with muscle as she eventually becomes a foot taller than when she caught the fox. Her abs becoming more defined and toned, her entire figure becoming like that of a professional athlete, the canine shivers and moans faintly, her hands rubbing and caressing her belly, feeling over the muscles lightly squeezing over her prey. Eventually, every last drop of that melted kitsune magic was gone, leaving only the still writhing fox within the demon’s stomach, the canine looking down at the kitsune stubbornly yet futilely resisting her with a smirk, teasingly squishing the vixen with a flex of her belly: “Mmmph~ I’m glad I didn’t just let you go after smoking that bit of magical power from you... there’s something about your essence that makes me want more, and more~ I had to take it all for myself.” she murmurs softly, playfully patting her belly with a toothy grin: “Of course, it’s because of just how much energy is in you that I had to use it to fuel all these muscles squeezing you nice and tight. And there’s still SOME strength still in you, isn’t there? I bet there’s more than enough to keep fuelling this new form of mine.” the hell hound licks her lips, and hugs her gut with both arms: “You’re mine now... your body, your strength, your magic...” the demon teasingly sways her belly from side to side, performing a brief belly dance to slosh the kitsune within her stomach: “You’ll become a part of me, for all of eternity.” the doberman moans osftly, before feeling the kitsune kicking and thrashing viciously, still amused by how the fox still found the strength to resist her after all of that time: “But I don’t think you look that great on my belly. You’ve spent oh so long churning away in my stomach, how about I finish digesting you?” she asks mockingly, taking another moment to admire her new, more powerful figure before giving her abs a harsh flex.

Feeling the kitsune being squeezed tighter and tighter in her stomach, the hell hound flexes again, before the sheer tightness in that gut forces the vixen down into those demonic bowels, a moan of bliss coming from the demon as she feels the fox being sent on a journey deeper into her body: “Mmmmph~ That’s right... after all that time you’ve spent churning in my stomach, it’s just time for you to become a part of this body you have made stronger.” the doberman teases, as her belly begins to shrink down, while her hips and thighs widen, the hellish beast’s ass-cheeks swelling and growing, the canine able to feel her prey being pumped deeper and lower in her body, looking behind and bracing herself against the stall door, watching that vixen go straight to her rump. The sight of her buttocks becoming fat, this time with that morsel being added directly to it, the hound starts to hump the bulge on her slowly diminishing belly, grinding her erect member against it, feeling her breasts grow softer and bigger as well: “YES! YESSS!! You’ll be the only flab allowed to be on my body! TURN TO PUDGE ON MY ASS!!” she cries out in sheer, pure bliss, soon flexing her abs once again to flatten them completely, that hellish rump ballooning out as six feet of tri-tailed kitsune are utterly packed away on those buttocks, imprints of the still squirming vixen showing on the surface while the doberman pants happily, her tail wagging rapidly above that fox-engorged tush. Groaning and shivering in her joy, the hell hound takes a moment to sit down on the toilet cover, shuddering as she reaches back to feel how soft and tender her ass has become, groping and squeezing her own vixen-fattened rear with a broad smile on her muzzle: “MMMmmmrrrph~ Is this what heaven feels like?” she asks, her mind rather hazy with just how wonderful she feels: “Oooo... I’ve never felt this good before... and yet, being the fat on a demon’s ass is YOUR hell, isn’t it?” she continues, mocking her prey some more before giving her own pillowy rear a swat, giggling as she feels the kitsune within still writhe and struggle ferociously: “I bet I look like an arch-demon now, with this divine snack now reduced to muscle on my frame and fat on my tits and ass.” she teases further, taking a few minutes to play with her marshmallowy booty, still feeling the tri-tail kicking and writhing in those bouncy buttocks.

Finally leaving the stall, the demonic hound gazes into the mirror, and admires her new figure: now seven feet tall, her horns large enough that her hair could no longer hide them, a mildly beefy body befitting an athlete, with each of her breasts now as big as her head, her sheath and sac being quite a bit larger than they normally are, but a set of hips that were even bigger than that, though she blinks in surprise when she sees the tattoo has left her belly. Turning around, the doberman quickly chuckles as she spots that pentagram over her left ass cheek, the image of the kitsune’s head within now in full colour, lines faintly glowing green with fox fire, showing that seal was not only much more powerful, but was now powered by the magical energy she had pilfered from the vixen herself. Taking a while to pose and admire different angles of her new body, the doberman smiles widely and toothily, and snaps her fingers, conjuring a new outfit in pure red, that would still show that beautiful body, but would keep the vixen from showing herself anymore, squeezing that rump tight enough to keep the kitsune contained, the canine even testing this out by groping and spanking that vixen: “There we go... Time to take you home, hon!” she says playfully. Her tail still wagging in glee, the hellish beast leaves the bathroom, hips swaying with every step she took, making sure to show off her figure. With most folks at the club at least a little tipsy by now, the canine quickly attracts some attention with that gorgeous figure, taking a while to dance, even if more to bounce that kitsune about within her ass. Once she has had some fun, the demon looks over to some of the onlookers and with a ‘come hither’ motion, leads a few of them along for a long, long night of pleasure back at her own home.

The next morning comes, and the demoness yawns widely, waking up to a couple of passed out guests in her arms. Slowly and carefully slinking out of bed, the hell hound looks at herself in the mirror, smiling toothily as she sways her hips playfully, before feeling that familiar, angry movement deep within her hips: “Enjoy your first night on my hips, you sweet thing?” she whispers, reaching back to squeeze one of those soft buttocks as it starts to quiver with imprints of the doomed kitsune within: “This is the first day of your eternity, hon. Maybe one day you’ll just surrender yourself to being my pudge for the rest of your days.” she teases, despite having a feeling that fox would NEVER give up trying to escape her ass fat. Walking off towards the kitchen to at least give the other two in her bed a nice breakfast, the hell hound gives that rump a nice, harsh spank, shivering heavily as she feels it jiggle, both from the rippling pudge, and the fox within squirming wildly, her tail wagging fiercely above that plush, wide rump, swaying it from side to side, knowing she was going to feel this amazing forever thanks to that lovely vixen.