The displaced air blows Angelica's hair to the side, and she somewhat indignantly brushes it away from her face. She stands a couple feet from the yellow paint on the edge of the subway platform, and as the gleaming light shines through the entryway parted by rickety metal doors, she's glad to see all the empty seats dictating that she'll be having a peaceful commute home.

It's past midnight by now. As always, the fox lady has been working quite late. She prefers to the night, though. The cool air, the peace and quiet, and the cover for any predatory indulgences are all she could ever ask for.

She takes a seat, stows her luggage of a single briefcase, and puts earbuds in. She's accompanied only by a bit of litter on the floor when the train takes off. She's grown to almost enjoy the gentle rocking and shaking of the subway car as it rolls across the track, and though she lives across the city from her place of work, the long trips never bother her.

As long as she remains unbothered by noise, that is.

The first stop on her long journey home sees an arrival on the carriage. The brief pauses at each station often prove redundant at a ghostly hour such as this, but unfortunately, this one is far from it.

A young mother steps onto the train with a baby carrier in hand. She's a calico cat, and of her two kittens, one is already crying.

Angelica's eye twitches as she watches the mother enter the train and take a seat across from her. The cat only makes a brief attempt to shush her crying infant, and for her faint effort all that happens is the other joining the insufferable chorus.

Angelica can't even hear her own music over the wails, but the mother must be used to the noise by now. Within minutes, the feline is fast asleep.

To say this irks the fox who had been given just a taste of a calm, peaceful commute would be quite the understatement. For the moment, however, Angelica simply attempts to drown out the noise.

A couple presses of her thumb on the side of her phone bump up the volume of her music.

A sudden, small bump of the train car as it rattles along prompts the whiny children to scream louder.

Angelica dismisses some nonsense warning on her phone about the volume and turns her music up further, counting on the sweet sounds of electric bass guitar to deliver her from her present predicament.

But no. There seems to be no sound loud enough to smother the sharp, shrill shrieks bombarding her from the other seat. The fox's frustration builds into a potent headache.

For a short while, the fox fends off the irritation of the pounding in her head and the assault upon her ears. For a moment, she holds off. But not for longer than that. 

The bitter war of attrition ends in her indignant defeat when a foul odor joins the fray and pushes Angelica over the edge.

Across from her, the insufferable infants have messed themselves in tandem, and the smell alone is proof that whatever diaper brand the mother has chosen for them isn't made to trap odors.

The end of her rope has been reached, her last nerve has been struck, and Angelica finally snaps. She rips the earbuds from her ears as she stands from her seat, and she stomps over to the negligent mother.

The opens her mouth to make an indignant complaint, but finds that the woman is still sleeping soundly. In light of this, the fox decides this won't be a verbal confrontation.

She leans over the carrier to see the troublesome infants. The pair of kittens attack her senses all the more harshly with their sound and smells up close. To snuff out the problem at its source, Angelica grabs the first of the infants from the carrier and opens her maw wide.

HOUMPH ULK SCHLRRP GULP GWRRRRGGG

Half of the kitten fits in her maw in a single gulp. A baby is certainly no trouble for a pred like her to get down, and it's effortless to force it deeper despite the flails of its stubby little limbs. It must be upset by this development, but aside from the sudden muffling of Angelica's throat around its face, the infant sounds no different.

Pressing on its filthy butt with one hand makes it easy for the fox to push the baby deeper into her maw, and shortly with another quick gulp, the entire baby has been sent to the gurgling depths of her gut. Diaper, noise, and all vanish into the gastric pit.

GURRRRRRGGGGLE

With half satisfaction, the fox picks up the second infant to carry back to her seat with her. The second kitten's wails are still an irritant, but those of the first are now more amusing than anything, fighting the smothering stomach walls of the pred to come out muffled and faint.

Angelica sits the second kitten to the side of her and puts her attention on the first. She rubs and pats her belly to feel its meager squirms and weak, tiny body within. It's gripped tight by her stomach walls, and already it's softening up.

UUUUUURRRRRPH

The fox's breath is especially foul when she lets out a loud belch. It's quite the noise, but the mother has already proved resistant to any sounds rousing her from her nap. Angelica doesn't worry herself with any form of stealth.

GWRRRGGGGLE CHURRRRRN

Soon, though, of course, the melting infant becomes nothing more than gut slop pumping through the fox's bowels. Her metabolism is as swift and vengeful as she herself, and she's all too eager to dispose of the first of the twin kittens. Then she'll finally be able to silence the second.

Angelica opens up her briefcase and retrieves for herself an adult diaper. As a pred, she's wont to keep a handful of them on her person at all times for occasions such as this. After dropping her pants, she puts it on, and she squats down to finish converting the infant with a messy diaper into a mess in her own diaper.

BLRRFFFT PFFFRRRR CRINKLE PLORP FBLRRRFFFFFT CRK

Clutching a standing pole to keep her balance, Angelica releases the tension in her bowels and with it a dense log of shit into her pamp. The entire skull of the formerly whiny infant bulges out the padding, caked in a dense brown turd.

Another push disposes of most of the baby's ribs and vertebrae. The baby's pelvis blorts out Angelica's diaper, wrapped up still in its own pamp and surrounded by both the infant's twice-digested mess and the scat that's come of the muscle and tissue formerly surrounding it.

A few more pushes, and the entire mass of the infant and its messed diaper now sags beneath the fox's bushy tail. Angelica sighs in satisfaction with the first irritant dealt with, and she basks in it for a moment before the continued wailing of the second little kitten spurs her to continue her scheme.

The fox stands and removes her filled pamp. She rolls it up and places it on the seat beside the remaining kitten, briefly reuniting the twins. Then, she takes another pamp out of her briefcase and slides it on.

Finally, she gives her attention to the remaining baby.

"Peace and quiet, here I come~" she grips the infant with both hands as it bawls its helpless eyes out.

HOUMPH ULP GLK

She stuffs the little kitten into her maw. Most of the baby is crammed inside all at once. One quick motion.

Instantly, Angelica is rewarded with sweet, precious quiet as the frantic wailing of the infant becomes only a faint, muffled sound fighting to escape her own throat. She stands in bliss for a moment with the baby halfway inside her before another swallow sends it down.

GULP GLRK GWRRRRGGGGGLE GLORP

She flops down onto the seat next to the pamp containing the remains of the first baby. The second is getting awful lively struggling in her stomach while the harsh acids slowly break it down. A perfect opportunity for the pred to enjoy herself.

"Fuck, I needed this~" Angelica moans and massages her gut.

Each firm press into her belly causes the infant to soften further and wail louder. The sound doesn't bother the fox anymore, mixed in with the groans and gurgles of her gut. It's validating now; satisfying, even.

"Fed up with listening to your whines~" the vixen pred rubs over her belly, indulging herself in the innocent form beneath and the way it gets a little softer with each motion of her hand, "Your momma's gonna be in for a fucking surprise when she wakes up~"

GURRRGGGGGGLE CHURRRRRN GWRRRRRGGGGG

The infant's cries turn to a sound like choking and slowly cease entirely as Angelica's stomach turns it into nothing but bones and chyme. The fading shrieks and ceaseless gurgles replace the tunes she'd had in before as music to her ears for her to enjoy through her commute.

She lets out a light huff feeling the kitten's skull press into her intestines and wind its way through the length of her guts. Only the loud workings of her body remain to compete with the sounds of the train car rolling over track. The infant has been almost completely processed by now.

GLRRRGG

Angelica's stop isn't far off, now, and the second of the formerly wailing babies has reached its own end of the line. The Vixen slouches down in her seat and pulls her legs up and wide apart, diapered ass faced outward toward the aisle.

FBLRRRBLRFFFFT CRINKLE SLOUGH BLRRRFFFFT SLOP CRIK

A jumbled, foul mess slides out into the vixen's padding. Tiny femurs, scattered verbetrae, and an acid-bleached diaper form an incoherent mass of everything that used to be a mother's little ray of sunshine. All the flesh and organ and tissue that used to make up the little kitten forms into a heap in the pred's pamp, rendered in fresh manure and speckled with displaced bones no longer beholden to any structure.

Angelica's eyes roll back a bit in her head, and she lets her tongue lull out as she soaks in the decadent pleasure of giving another infant its final resting place sagging below her ass.

FBLRRRRFT BLORT CRK

The last of the kitten is disposed of when its skull stretches out Angelica's tailhole and slides down into the mess dangling in front of the seat. The faint outline of emtpy eye sockets and a skeletal snout are briefly visible moving down the front of the pamp before the infant's skull settles in with the rest of its remains. It's just waste now.

Angelica is roused from her state of post-disposal bliss and utter satisfaction in an eliminated irritant by the knowledge that her stop will be arriving soon. If there's one thing that could spoil sweet, gastric vengeance, it's having a long walk home in the dark because of a missed stop.

And so, Angelica hops up and strips down. She removes her soiled pamp and retrieves a wet wipe from her briefcase to clean her rear of any remnant of the two infants still stuck in her fur. She tosses it in with the mess in her open pamp before closing it up like the first.

Just as she gets her pants back on, the cabin is filled with the screeching of brakes on hard steel as the train makes its final approach to the station.

Angelica grabs the bundled up shit heaps off her seat, and as the doors slide open, she places them gingerly in the carrier, right back where she got them from. In a way, she'd really only borrowed the pair.

The fox turns the carrier away from the snoozing former mother and turns to grab her luggage and leave. In the process, her generous tail sweeps across the sleeping woman's face and causes her to stir.

Her slow rise from rest turns to a jolt awake when the ominous silence and foul smell combine in her mind. She looks up just in time to see Angelica stepping out the door, and the fox flashes her a smirk as she leaves.

The doors close behind her, and the train begins to rattle on. The bewildered mother, just awoken, turns to the carrier now faced away from her and spins it around to check on her infant children.

What sounds like a distant scream from within the tunnel where the subway train had just moments ago vanished reaches Angelica's ears as she steps through the station and begins her climb up the stairs. She only smiles in satisfaction as she reaches street level and the cool night air embraces her.

Truly, she loves her after dark commute.