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There Goes the Neighborhood...
(A furry fantasy by Anima. Contains vore, genital vore, yiffing, intense cuddling, shameless plugs for my character, :K) and maybe a bad pun or two)

Krys relaxed into the soft bed she called her own, sighing in relief. What a day. Lazily, Krys stretched out her anthro-vixen body on the bed and reached for the newspaper. 
"Mmm, the Bengals won another game. If there's hope for them, there could be hope for their namesakes too." She chuckled, tossing out the sports section. Krys slowly shifted onto her side, propping the paper against her nightstand. Lots going on, it seemed... She was just about to put the thing aside and get settled for bed when a picture caught her eye. A couple of morphic foxes stood on a street corner, waving at the photographer. In this land, that wasn't an unusual sight in the least. But this story was from out of town, and the foxes were dressed as cops! Krys turned to the main story.
[Continued from A1. ...and Tad Beauville have made our city so much safer since they signed on at the local police station. These two remarkable vulpine-inclined people have singlehandedly cleaned the streets of dangerous dogs and other animals. Though the neighborhood has yet to fully accept the married couple, the Beauvilles are confident that given enough time, the citizens will come to realize how much they owe the pair. When asked about his origins, Tad Beauville just shrugged helplessly.
"I really don't know how it happened, and you wouldn't be allowed to print the circumstances leading up to the transformation. I used to be an average white teenager." Reya was similarly cryptic.
"I've always been a vixen." She said, treating me to a smile the police force's male population has gotten to know quite well. A week after the interview, I learned Reya had become pregnant. Is this the start of a new race?] 
Krys mmmed dreamily, using a clawtip to trim out the picture of the two foxes. 
"Such beautiful foxies... I wonder if they wouldn't be happier around here?" The vixen blushed, thinking of another reason she'd like to have the couple where she could get at them. Well, who was to say the Beauvilles wouldn't be open to experimentation? She decided to sleep on it, and extinguished the lights. 

"Ohhh, YESSS!" Krys startled herself awake with a yell, finding her heart pounding and loins throbbing. When she shifted, she felt her soaked panties cling creamily to her. Krys recalled the dream to mind, and wasn't too surprised to find the Beauvilles there. While she cleaned up herself and the sheets, Krys made up her mind. She *needed* those foxes here!

Chapter 2

"Tad? Want to feel him kick?" Reya nudged her drowzy mate, who nodded and pressed his cheek to the vixen's gravid belly. A gentle shifting under Reya's flesh sent a tender smile creeping across Tad's muzzle.
"You're sure it's a him, dear?" He murred, pulling his body over to nestle close to Reya's side. She nodded, turning her head to lick the todd's muzzle.
"Yep, I just know. Are we working tomorrow?" Her blue eyes almost pleaded, as she nosed Tad. He grinned, and quickly shook his head.
"Nope. They're giving some cadets a little field work, and didn't need us around. And nobody's seen a mean dog in weeks." Reya chuckled softly to herself, stroking her belly. Not all that bulge was pregnancy...dogs wriggled too nicely going down for the vixen to give up eating them.
"I wonder what happened to 'em all?" Tad sighed, taking Reya's tail in his paws and caressing its silky length. He really did sound mystified, and maybe a little worried. Reya sat up and hugged him, twitching her tail out of his grasp.
"I'm sure they're just scared of us dear, and have learned to run when they see us. Let's just tumble for a bit, hmm?" Tad nodded, letting loose with an excited little bark. 'Tumbling' was Reya's pet term for the couple's favorite activity. Out went the lights, and off came the p.j.'s.

"You! You wretched demons! Return to the pit you were spawned from!"
"Yeah! Pagan monsters, we won't have you living here!"
"They'll corrupt us all!" Angry voices roused the couple from pleasant dreams. Tad went to the window and looked out. Reya hurried to join him when she heard his horrified gasp.
"It's my old pastor! And he's leading a bunch of the neighborhood folks...they've got weapons." Indeed, the mob was armed with everything from steel rakes to .45's. Reya was on the phone and dialing the department when the first rock flew through the window. Glass showered Tad, as he crouched and loaded his revolver. The shouts built as the crowd grew excited, still under the "holy man's" control. Gasoline fumes reached the foxes' noses as they waited, terrified, for aid to come. The first hungry flames were licking at the house by the time the first police cruiser arrived. The mob scattered, darting into alleys and apartment buildings. Reya and Tad had little difficulty leaping from the second story window to the lawn below.
"What about the McKnights?" Reya cried, pointing back at the house. Their downstairs neighbors, a small family of four, were nowhere in sight. Tad hurtled through the front foor, and emerged moments later leading the confused and shaking family. One, the youngest daughter, was unconscious in her father's arms.
"Where are the BASTARDS that did this!?" Mr. McKnight sobbed, while Tad checked the girl's vital signs. One of the officers emerged from the car, where he'd been calling for backup.
"Paramedics will be here in three minutes. Is she breathing?" Tad nodded after a moment, pushing a lock of hair off the McKnight girl's soot-blackened face.
"Not well, but she can hold out. Gee, this neighborhood has really gone downhill." Soon the front lawn was a mass of paramedics, cops, detectives and gawkers. Not wanting to create a media circus, the cops got the McKnights and Beauvilles under cover ASAP. For the second time in their lives together, the Beauvilles slept in a police station victim's apartment. This time, however, they shared it with the McKnights.
"I'm sorry Mr. M, it's all because of Reya and me. We'll stay away from now on, just to make sure you people aren't hurt." Tad told Roberts, his voice heavy and thick. Roberts made a rude noise.
"Hell you will. I'm going to personally disembowel anyone I find that doesn't approve and admire you two. You're good people! *People* dammit, not monsters or demons! You'll be on the top floor of our house, just like before. Soon as we have a house again." He chuckled, and ran his fingers through Tad's headfur. The todd smiled uncertainly, and clasped the man's shoulder.
"I know how you feel sir and I thank you, but it's too risky. We can't endanger your family. Thanks for sticking up for us though." Robert looked about ready to say more, but his wife silenced him with a look. She understood, and the matter was settled. No one got much sleep that night, thinking about what had happened. But as it turned out, the McKnights need not have worried about where the Beauvilles would live...

Chapter 3

"What do you mean they're not available? I need to see 'em!" Krys tick-tacked her claws on the front desk at the police station, impatience gleaming in her eyes. The officer at the desk looked a bit pale.
"I'm, I'm sorry Miss, but only family are allowed to see them. Recovering and all that. You're...not family, are you?" Krys sighed, and read the man's nametag.
"Well Officer Windsor, I don't exactly look like an overdeveloped monkey do I? OF COURSE I'm family!" By now Windsor couldn't bring himself to look in Krys' eyes, and found his gaze resting on her t-shirt and the proud mounds standing out beneath it.
"Um, yeah, yes Miss. Follow me." He stumbled to his feet, and practically fled down the hall. Krys sighed, shaking her head, and followed at brisk walk. Windsor knocked, then held open the door to the victim's apartment.
"They're in here Miss." Krys nodded curtly, and the man vanished instantly. A collective gasp went around the room as Krys stepped into the room. The McKnights were wide-eyed at the sight of another fox-person, almost as wide-eyed as the Beauvilles. The vixen gave the assembly her most winning smile, and dipped her body in a graceful bow.
"Hi everyone. I'm Krys." Tad patted Reya's hand and rose off the couch, extending a paw.
"Nice to meet you Krys, I'm--"
"Tad. I know. I came a long way to see you and your wife. What's happened by the way? I checked your house first, but all I found at the address was a...oh. Neighbors not all that friendly huh?" Tad made a quiet noise of agreement, as Krys' strong slim fingers clasped his. 
"You could say that. Where are you from?" It was a valid question, as far as the fox folk in the room were concerned. Tad and Reya had been a very special case, where else would someone like them come from? Krys inquired politely, and received the go ahead to settle down on the couch beside Reya. The couch was rather small, and the vixens found themselves quite cozy indeed.
"Good question. I hail from California. All sorts of strange things come out of there, including people like me and you. Not just foxes, but animals of all types that walk on two legs, talk, and everything else humans do." Tad gaped, looking inordinately silly. Krys giggled at him and continued. "I saw a story about you two in a newspaper, and decided to come visit. I thought maybe you might be interested in seeing my place of residence. Especially since this area doesn't seem to be all that amiable..." Reya reached up tenatively, running her hand over Krys' head and down her back. Krys shivered appreciatively, and Reya snatched back her hand.
"Sorry Krys, just checking. Thought maybe you were some kind of costumed nut for a second..." Reya blushed, the insides of her ears coloring. Tad drew close and took his mate's paw.
"I think we'd like to see this place. I'll clear it with the Chief first, then we'll pack a bag or two." Krys nodded happily, and beamed at the Beauvilles.
"You, you're going away Tad? Reya?" Jerry, the thirteen-year-old McKnight boy quavered, on the verge of tears. Reya pushed off the couch heavily, then knelt before the boy.
"Not for good probably, Jer. Just to see what this place is like. If we do decide to stay, we'll come back first and say goodbye properly." She laid a soft paw on the boy's cheek, and smiled. Jerry nodded, and reached up to scritch behind the vixen's ears. She murrrrred, closing her eyes in bliss. Jerry giggled.
"Well, maybe we can visit each other too." He said quietly. Things moved quickly after that, bags were packed and leave time was secured. Soon Tad and Reya were standing outside the station with Krys, waving goodbye to the McKnights. 
"See you soon folks." Tad promised, as Krys began leading them down the street. He turned and hurried to catch up with the vixens, who were chatting and laughing quietly.
"How're we going to reach California Krys? We don't have much money..." He asked, puzzled. There was really nothing within walking distance of the police station, airport or otherwise.
"I arrived right over there, we'll go back the same way." Krys said, indicating a shop across the street. A gleaming glass door stood there, the front of a computer store. Tad and Reya glanced skeptically at each other.
"But...that's a shop. Don't we need a plane or something?" Reya exclaimed, shaking her head in confusion as they drew near to the doors.
"We can use an ID portal to get there too. ID stands for inter-dimensional. This was an ideal place for such a structure..." Krys explained as she opened up the shop's doors. The Beauvilles just shrugged.
"Well, whatever and wherever it is, if your home is as you described it, we don't care if we have to jump in a clothesdryer to reach it." Krys laughed, and opened the doors. 
"This won't take too long, the portal field is already in place." She pulled a little black box out of her jeans pocket and pointed it back at the double doors they'd just come through. Krys depressed a button on the box. Light exploded out across the panes of glass, taking on a myriad of shapes and colors. Tad and Reya shielded their eyes as the light flowed together into a whirling vortex of energy.
"Cool! Just like Stargate!" Krys and Reya glanced at Tad, and shook their heads at each other. Whatever. Krys went through first, stepping over the lip of the swirling chasm of energy. Tad followed, Reya's hand in his. There was no sensation of falling or dizziness, like the couple had expected. Tad continued walking, looking from side to side. They seemed to be walking down a hallway of plasma...the ground was solid enough though. A shadow momentarily darkened the 'hall,' making Reya jump and scream a little.
"What was that?!" She muttered, tail swishing agitatedly. Krys shrugged, looking a little worried.
"Not sure. It could've been another passenger, but it seemed a little big for that. Not to mention fast. Well, we're okay, so let's keep going." The three foxes speeded up after that, and soon found the light-corridor fading into normal surroundings. They stood in an apartment from the looks of things, or perhaps just the living room of a house. A few pieces of overstuffed furniture stood about, as well as a television and a coffee table. Krys padded over to an armchair and flopped down into it.
"Welcome to my humble home. Make yourselves comfy, and we can get to know each other better." Reya and Tad started towards the couch when a loud crash sounded from the bedroom. Tad leaned back to see down the hallway, and cried out! 
"Everyone get behind something, there's a monster in here!" Tad yelled, scrambling further into the room. A low rumbling voice echoed down the hall from the bedroom.
"I'm no monster! Gee, what nerve. I just happen to be a bit lost." Tad crept to the lip of the hallway again, and peeked around the corner. A gigantic black cat crouched in the bedroom doorway, his large gold eyes gleaming in the dim light. It was a panther...sort of. Slowly, the creature padded down the hall toward Tad. The fox backed up into the living room as the panther entered.
"Sorry about your dresser, miss. My landing was a bit rough. I think what happened is my ID corridor meshed with yours...I was supposed to be directed to Immigration." Reya turned to look at Krys with wide eyes.
"Immigration?" Krys nodded, and beckoned the panther to come on in.
"California seems to attract the strangest things from all over the universe. Viewed from other dimensions, it's kind of like a funnel. ID corridors, subspace travelers, wormholes, many of these just empty into the state. Immigration has been expanded to deal with all the, um, visitors. Well Mr. kitty sir, I'm Krys, and these two are Tad and Reya." Mr. Kitty nodded, smiling and bowing a little in their direction. He certainly seemed friendly...
"Hi foxes. I'm Anima. Does the name mean anything to you?" Krys shook her head, while Tad and Reya just continued to stare at the cat. "Well, a human philosopher named Jung took the stance that all people have a divided psyche. Women have a 'male-force' living in their minds, called the Animus. Men have a 'female-force' called the Anima. I like to think of myself like that...though thinking too hard about it makes me dizzy. I had to stop reading the book I'd found about it when my eyes started, ahh! There it goes again." Anima shook his head to uncross his big golden eyes. Reya giggled in spite of herself, and Krys was grinning. "Anyways, nice to meet you three. Are you visitors as well?" Krys stepped a little closer to the formidable looking feline.
"These two are, I'm their guide. If you like, you can accompany us and learn the lay of the land." Anima nodded as she spoke, and sat back on his haunches. His head stood a good four feet above those of the vulpines in this position, nearly brushing the ceiling. As most cats do in times of indecision, he washed his paws. After a moment, he looked back up.
"I'd like that. Where to first?"

The four furs hit the town, walking so as to let Anima keep up. A small strip mall was within walking distance, and Krys led them to an A&W for lunch. Reya and Tad both paid their way as well as Anima's, he having no money. 
"We don't use money where I come from, we just do each other favors." The big cat smiled a little when he said 'favors,' making the other three wonder. The place was crowded and warm, forcing the group outside onto a grassy hillock. Anima stretched out, then invited the foxes to lean against him. Tad was shocked at the creature's forwardness...but he seemed to have good intentions.
"Nice and soft, not to mention warm..." Anima wheedled. Eventually, and cautiously, Reya, Tad, and Krys sat down with their backs resting on the panther's flank. Chatting and sipping rootbeer, the four became fast friends. Anima, it turned out, was a little more than he seemed. An energy being of sorts, the shape they saw was only what he chose to be at the moment. To prove his point, Anima swiftly morphed into a fox the size of his panther-form, and back again. Reya whistled through her front teeth.
"Nice trick! Can you influence others too?" Anima nodded, though hesitantly.
"I have to know the person quite...intimately to influence them. And I don't have purrfect control over what happens to those I, um, 'experiment' on." Tad suddenly chuckled, looking at Krys. The vixen had a lovely mustache of rootbeer foam on her muzzle. Reya whispered something to Tad, which broadened his grin. Before Krys could ask what was going on, the todd leaned over and licked the foam right off her lips! Krys shrieked, then broke down giggling. She grabbed Tad and snuggled close into him, joined eagerly from the other side by Reya. Anima's soft flank made a wonderful counterpoint to their activity, a warm resilient surface to work against. The huge cat purrrrred loudly, smiling at the trio of foxes. But their play seemed to be getting a little...sensual. Reya felt it first, a warm pressure against her left foot that jerked away the moment she touched it. The vixen looked back over her shoulder and gasped. It seems their play had had a significant influence on Anima; His cock lay fully erect on the grass, a glistening black pole almost three feet long and four inches thick. A powerful musk exuded from the private flesh, like a beckoning finger to the vixen's nostrils... Tad and Krys looked too, curious as to what had so riveted Reya's attention. 
"Um, I'm sorry. I should be going, to immigration. Nice to meet- *YOWL*" Anima's embarrassed goodbyes were cut short as Reya carefully scooped Anima's member into her arms, and hugged it tightly against her soft chest. Krys cleared her throat, still wrapped partially around Tad.
"People around here are generally pretty laid back, but it might be best to continue this at home..." The others agreed. Reluctantly. The trip home was taken at a quick pace. Three foxes and a panther bounded through the door of Krys' apartment and into the bedroom, those who had clothes slipping them off as they went. Soon Anima was on his back in the bed, Reya straddling his lowerbelly above the massive cock. Tad and Krys were teasing each other, the vixen in Tad's lap as he sat in an armchair. 
"Are you okay with this, Reya? You don't mind sharing Tad?" Krys suddenly turned and asked, her tail swishing frantically. Already her scent was wafting around the room, driving the others' excitement to new levels. Reya grinned toothily and shook her head at the other fox-femme.
"I'm his first love, and since I'm just about to take on another male, I'll have to let Tad get involved with another vixen. Besides, I KNOW how vixens get..." The two traded knowing grins, then turned back to their chosen mates. Anima mewled quietly, almost a plea, his member jutting straight up into the air. The vixen watched in awe as the cock jerked in time with the big cat's pulse, a major vein bulging. Thick precum ran down the dark flesh, pooling on his lush fur. Reya ran a finger through the sodden pelt and tasted the resulting goo. She shivered with approval, and set about lapping up as much as she could off the pulsing panther penis. 
"Enjoying yourself kitty?" She asked between licks. Anima paddled his paws in the air as that raspy fox tongue ran over his sex, and his pre ran thicker than ever. 
"M, more than you could ev, *ooooooh* ever know!" He growled, muscle spasms testifying to the strain Reya was putting on the big cat's nerves. Meanwhile, Tad and Krys had moved to the floor and were in a 69 position, yiffing and barking their joy and delight as they shared each other's bodies. Reya paused a moment to straighten up and take a breath of fresh air. The musk of the huge male beneath her was intoxicating...her senses were getting fogged.
"Ohhh, it's too bad I can't take you inside me kitty..." She moaned, wrapping the big cock in her arms again. "But with my cub..." Anima nodded, he was all too aware of the vixen's gravid state, as her life-swollen belly rubbed firmly against the base of his cock. Reya let him thrust agaist her silky chest, while she worked a hand under one slick thigh to her crotch, slipping in a couple of fingers with ease. Soon the vixen was coated thickly with pre as well as her own cream, and panting with her partner as climax approached. On the floor, Tad and Krys had moved from 69 to missionary, well on their way to a second orgasm. Tad's firm pink member flashed in and out of Krys' soft pussy, lubricant dribbling out of the vixen with every thrust. Krys played with her nipples, thrashing her head from side to side and moaning with increasing volume. Reya was watching them out of the corner of her eye and missed the great jerk that wracked Anima's soft ball-sac... An almost inaudible gurgle brought her eyes back to Anima's rod, just in time for her to see the slit in the end of the enormous piece of meat wink at her. The next second, she was blasted in the face with a geyser of panther-cum! The musky cream filled her mouth, ran down her chin between her breasts, and dripped down her back. It was everywhere, and it tasted sooo gooood! Not like Tad's, it was almost like a wine. It had an acidic bite that was nearly citrus... Reya lounged in the sperm bath, letting it soak into her fur, while her paws stroked and squeezed Anima for any cream he might have left. Anima sighed with great relief, and began to purrrrr his satiation. Reya smiled at her condition, soaked to the skin (literally,) with the seed of her lover. It was still warm though, the only shivers she experienced were those of orgasm as she finished mastrubating to a climax. Pleasure washed through her body, rippling through every single organ and sending her mind afloat on a sea of fleshly pleasure... Her fingers faltered and twitched inside her, pressed on from all sides by the spasming walls of her warm cunnie. Reya threw back her head and barked softly, shuddering as the pleasure coursed through her system... That's when she felt the stirring inside her. Oh, great. Could, there be, a WORSE time?!
"Um, Tad!? It's time...the cub's coming!" She cried! But Tad was in no state at all to do anything, lying on the floor with a foolish grin on his face. Krys wasn't much better off, panting and moaning quietly to herself, still impaled on her new lover's member. Anima was the only one who looked sane anymore...and when Tad didn't move to help, he reached down and tugged Reya up onto his upper chest. He had to smile, seeing the sticky trail of white she left behind on his ebon fur.
"I've never done this before, but I've seen it done once or twice.'re dilated pretty wide, my dear vixen! In fact, WOAH!" This last exclamation coincided with an intense contraction, the vixen's birth canal rippling and spurting the womb's contents onto Anima's soft chest. An adorable plushie fox lay there, soaked with fluids and murrring softly. Anima looked into its big, bright eyes and melted.
"Awwww, he's adorable! Is it a he? Let me check...oh. My. Congrats Reya, it's a, *ahem*, a hermamphrodite." Reya shook her head to clear it, and muzzily looked at her cub. She wasn't in any pain at all...though she found her body felt empty without a moving creature inside it. Maybe she could remedy that later...either with Tad, or a certain open minded vixen she'd met recently... Shaking her head again, her thoughts returned to her child.
"Herm? You mean..." Anima nodded, flipping the cub onto hir back. Nestled there between the cub's legs, clear as a non-LA day, were a soft sheath and a plump little vulva. Reya gasped, then reached out to touch her offspring with a soot-colored paw.
"Well, shi's beautiful...Tad! Wipe that grin off your face and come see, daughter-son." Soon the three foxes had the cub surrounded, and were cooing and playing with hir. Anima, having been relieved of the cub, smiled from a few feet away, unintentionally excluded from the celebration of new life. But that didn't last long. The cub shook hir soft little head firmly, and sat up on hir own, stubby legs, wobbling a little. Shi looked right at Anima, then made a flying leap for him. The panther shifted to anthro quick as thought, and neatly caught the cub. It gurgled happily, gaze fixed unwaveringly on the panther, and spoke.
"Mine." Everyone's eyes bugged out, as the four-minute-old cub spoke! Then things began to get weird. The cub murrred, rubbing up against the panther's chest. Anima raised a hand to stroke it, and was caught by the fox's soft jaws. He smiled as a tiny little tongue rasped at his fur. The smile faded when a powerful swallow took Anima's hand inside the cub up to the wrist! Anima yelped, and grabbed his wrist in an effort to pull himself out. Had the cub meant 'my dad' or 'my first meal?' The panther tugged at his caught limb, but another quick gulp took in that hand as well! Inch by inch, the gigantic panther was being engulfed by this tiny fox plushie! Anima marveled at the feel of the insides of the cub, which seemed a combination of plushie and organic. The inner surface was something like satin, but slick. It pulsed slowly, and seemed to have flesh and muscles beneath it. Powerful muscles! The rippling squeezes were testament enough to that. Inexorably, the panther's arms vanished, bringing his face flush with the cubs. Shi slurped him cheerfully with hir little satin tongue, than resumed the feast. The three vulpines stared in shock, as the cub's lips slid up over Anima's face. Muffled cries for help pierced the soft fabric of the cub, as the kitty sank deeper. As the absorption continued, the feline's cries grew fainter and fainter... The cub continued swallowing, and stretched easily to accomodate its meal. More than anything, it looked like Anima had gotten stuck while putting on a too-small fox-fur sweater! His shoulders slipped from sight, then his chest, before the process slowed down a little.
"We've got to help him!" Krys yelled, starting toward the bed. Tad held her back, eyes wide in horror and disbelief.
"What's the point? If it could take on a multi-ton panther and win, what chance do we have? We'd just end up lunch too!" So the trio standing by could do nothing but watch as the cub finished Anima off. Hir lips glided easily past his waist, then up his legs as the plushie gulped in series. Gulp, swallow, stuff, only Anima's tail lashed outside the cub's voracious maw.

*GULP*. *Streeeeeetch* *GURRRRRRGLE*

Anima was gone. The cub, stretched as shi was, looked exactly like a toddler's sleeper over the bulk of the great cat, those fuzzy ones with the feet. Anima jerked once or twice within the cub, then was still.
"Um, Anima? Are you okay? Bad foxie! Don't eat anyone else unless we tell you to!" Reya scolded, quickly stepping over to the cub. She ran her hands over the grotesque bulge of fox-tummy. 
"I'm fine Reya." The vixen turned and yiped! to see Anima behind her, just as big, black and alive as ever. "Shush! Don't look so surprised. I'm energy, remember? There's enough of me to go around...for a little while at least." The cub belched loudly, stomach still gurgling happily away. The cub's eyes tracked back to Anima.
"Mine. Mate." It growled possessively. Reya shook her head in confusion. 
"I don't think that Dr. Spock's book said anything about this, dear." Tad stared at his child, tail swishing nervously.
"What happens when he gets past the oral stage? Into the an-" Krys clamped her hand over Tad's muzzle.
"Shut up! You'll give hir ideas." 
"Taste good." The cub licked its chops, and winked at the four furs.

The next week was interesting if nothing else. Anima tried to keep the cub from wolfing him down, (Succeeding nearly half the time,) while the three foxes played with each other. Shi was always hungry, whatever meal shi ate vanished overnight. Where the mass went to, no one could figure out... Eventually though, the panther ran out of tricks to elude the cub and submitted to the two-foot long plushie. It made for an odd scene.

"All right! I give up. Do what you want with me." Anima sighed, collapsing on the bed, his muzzle pointing at the cub. Shi giggled, turned around, and planted her plush little tush directly over Anima's muzzle. It settled with a quiet squelch over the tip of the great cat's muzzle, and was soon met with his broad tongue. Did shi want to be pleasured? No one could really claim to be surprised when the giant cat's nose was sucked in, slowly vanishing through cubbie's vulva. Anima moaned and twitched from time to time, but it was a token effort at best. Like a sock being drawn over a foot, the panther was slowly engulfed in a soft, honeyed canal. The audience of vulpines watched as over the course of an hour, Reya's child's pussy sloppily devoured their feline friend. Shi groaned and ooohed as hir little tummy got bigger and bigger, hir soft womb filling with hir chosen partner. Through hir soft fur, the spectators coulde clearly see the outline of Anima as he was fed up into the cub's womb. Gradually, he was forced into a fetal position to conserve space. It was such a tight fit, Krys imagined she could feel Anima's chest rise and fall if she touched the cub's distended abdomen. When only Anima's slinky tail protruded from the plump lips of the cub's sex, shi rubbed hir grossly stretched belly and grinned. 
"Ahhhhh...nine months. Then mate be fox." Shi giggled with delight. The three started moving closer then, but stopped cold once more when the cub's sex noisily slurped down the dangling panther-tail as well. The thick, swollen labia admitted a trickle of nectar and what looked suspiciously like panther-cum for awhile before, presumably, the womb closed up shop for nine months. Krys shook her head, and wrapped her arms around what she could of the plushie-cub's distended belly.
"Well, you'll have to share him as mate dear, or take me in there as well. Reya's already got Tad, I'm not gonna let you take Anima too!" The cub appeared to think for a while, then nodded.
"Kay. We share. But only I get to eat him." Krys nodded, she could deal with that. Reya shrugged, and cuddled up to the little monster.
"Well, are you going to behave now?" Shi nodded, and joyfully licked hir mom on the nose. Reya shrank back for a second in fear, then giggled at the feel of the smooth little tongue. "Then we must give you a name! What about...Vora?" Tad stepped in, shaking his head.
"We decided on Windsor, remember dear?" Reya oohhed, and nodded.
"I'd forgotten. How's Windsor sound, cubbie?" The plushie nodded happily, then proceeded to nuzzle Reya's soft chest. Murrring in delight, mother began nursing cub. Reya was forced to lie down in order to position her nipples, as Windsor couldn't very well move under the mass of panther sitting inside hir. Tad settled down with the group of vulpines, nuzzling each affectionately in turn.
"Well, given what happened to me and you dear, what do you think Windsor'll turn out like?" He murred, briskly rubbing the bulge inside his son-daughter. Reya shrugged, still smiling down at Windsor as shi nursed.
"I think it goes without saying shi'll be black. As for Anima...well, he'll probably be the same 'ol shape-shifter. Just a little thinner." Krys nodded and snickered, cupping her nubile frame against the womb-sheathed Anima.
"Well you two, I've got nine months before I've got my mate back again. Think you can stay and play with me awhile longer?" Reya glanced at Tad, who merely grinned like an idiot.
"Yeah, I think we like it there much of a need for cops here in California?" Krys stared at Reya in disbelief, then burst out laughing. 
"Remind me to let you two watch the news tonight."

To Be Continued

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