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My second commission! Smoky is becoming quite popular, not that she minds at all, and it was an honor bringing both her and Cane to life. I'm happy it turned out so well!

(Soft vore; unbirth and oral vore; implied endosoma; shrinking; large female possum pred; tiny male fennec prey; lots of naughtiness; mawplay; safe tummy. 7863 words.)

Cane the Fennec Fox is © Cane McKeyton, who also commissioned this of me.
Smoky the possum is © me.", "writing": "A cool midwinter afternoon in the town of Serenity brings a steady breeze, the wind causing the leafless tree branches to sway. It's dry and thankfully not too cold for a walk, convenient for a fennec strolling along the sidewalk, checking directions on his phone. He's on his way to check in on an old friend he hasn't seen in a long while.\n\nCane pauses in front of an empty storefront window as he puts his phone back into the pocket of his midnight blazer, turning to look at his reflection. He pats down a stuck-up spot of his sand-colored fur on his cheek, then he straightens his jacket and his grey undershirt before dusting off his blue jeans and his trainers. Tilting his head, the canine regards himself while shaking his head to toss his dark hair out of his face, then combing it slightly with his fingers, before adjusting his dog-collar choker to line the tag with the v-neck collar of his shirt. After wiping a mote of dust from the tear mark on the left side of his muzzle, he smiles and resumes heading for his destination.\n\nTurning up the next street, he reminisces about the possum named Smoky, remembering their friendship before she had moved here… The fox shivers softly as his mind wanders to the things they shared together, and part of him wonders if she might still be up for such interactions now – Or if she even still remembers him. It’s been quite a long time since they last talked over email; longer still since they had spoken in person. He knows she’s been quite busy with her shop; perhaps she’s had too much on her mind to worry about him anymore, or maybe she disregarded everything from her old home, or…\n\nCane's phone buzzes, alerting him that he's reached his destination; a quick glance at the clock shows the time to be 6:23 PM. Looking up, the fennec takes in the front of the garage named Serenity Customs – The shop is quite typical and unassuming; the brick exterior has two large garage doors where cars can enter and exit, and he can see the lights are on inside, though with his height, he can't quite see too much of the interior beyond the ceiling. Past the garage doors, though, he spots the walk-in door, and after stepping over to it, he reads the posted hours – The shop closed at 5 PM today. Cane sighs softly, figuring he's missed his chance to say hello, but just before he goes to leave, he decides to test the door anyway.\n\nMuch to his surprise, it opens.\n\nThe vulpine blinks, wondering if it’s a mistake, but the faint hint of movement within the shop suggests someone at least is about in here. He quietly steps inside and looks around, finding the garage to be fairly typical with shelves, workbenches, and drawers along the three walls without garage doors. There are two large hydraulic lifts ahead of said doors; the nearby one is unoccupied but the lift further away from him has a motorcycle on it with its engine and tyres removed.\n\nBefore he can take in much more, though, Cane’s attention is taken by a movement at the far corner, and his heart jumps slightly – Hunched at a workbench is the possum he remembers; she has a different hairstyle than when he last saw her, but that electric-blue hair, leather jacket, short denim shorts, and long, naked tail could only belong to Smoky. She’s deeply focused on something, but even from here, the fennec can see she’s exhausted as she fiddles with a motorcycle engine, presumably from the bike on the lift. Whatever she’s doing, it’s visibly stressing her out…\n\nThe door shuts behind him, and in response to the noise, the possum groans \"Gah…\" and sighs softly before speaking up, not bothering to look over. \"I’m real sorry; I’m actually closed – I guess I forgot ta lock the door. I’ll be open tomorrow at 9; could y’all come back then please?\"\n\nA deep blush fills Cane's cheeks as he hears Smoky's voice for the first time since before she moved, and though she’s audibly tired, he can tell it’s still very much her – That scratchy, twangy mezzo-soprano couldn’t belong to anyone else. Memories come back to him, and he shivers as the particular thought of their last night together before she moved plays in his mind…\n\nStill not turning away from the engine, Smoky asserts \"Please, I’m real busy; I can’t help y’all right-\"\n\n\"Smoky?\" Cane shyly asks.\n\nThere’s a [i]clang[/i] as the possum drops the wrench she’s holding, and after a moment of hesitation, she quietly responds \"Cane? Is that…\"\n\nLooking over towards the door, Smoky practically leaps from her seat and dashes over, pulling Cane into a tight, close hug, damn near crushing the fennec! He squirms, coughing out \"Ack! T-Too tight!\"\n\nBut the possum doesn't seem to notice as she embraces him in her firm grip. \"Hah, wow! Y'all should've said y'all were comin' by! I'd've ordered us somethin' or cleaned up or… Gah, it's so nice t' see ya again!\"\n\nPractically smothered against her chest, Cane manages to adjust himself to where he's able to breathe somewhat, replying \"H-Heh, I wasn't sure if you'd even remember-\"\n\n\"Forget ya, Cane? How could I ever forget y'all?\" Smoky giggles, placing a peck right on his forehead before giggling, finally letting him go. \"Y'all were always my special little fox; I missed ya bunches ever since I came here… Heh, y’all even still smell like coffee.\" Beaming broadly, she adds \"Man it’s so nice t’ see y’all again!\"\n\nShe laughs quietly, evidently too caught up in her excitement to notice she said the same thing twice, but Cane doesn’t bother pointing it out; he’s just happy to find out she still holds him in such high regard despite their time apart! The way his tail swishes reveals his own eager happiness; his worries have been quelled, and he feels he couldn't be happier than he is right now.\n\nWell, momentarily, until his mind starts to wander to even happier ideas – But he tries to at least maintain a presentable front for right now, at least.\n\nSmoky, though, seems to notice something in Cane’s expression, as her eyes widen for a very brief moment, then narrow as the corners of her lips curl up, though she plays along with his façade, even if it’s clear her mind is beginning to wander as well. She finally breaks the silence with \"Y’all have no idea how much ya lifted my spirits seein’ ya here…\"\n\nCane blinks, focusing again on reality for the moment, and he nods. \"Yes, it’s quite lovely to see you again too, Smoky. But might I ask…\" The fox tilts his head, his expression partly curious and partly concerned for her. \"You look a little worse for wear, so to speak; even more so before you noticed me here. What’s getting to you?\"\n\nThe possum glances over to her workstation, then to the bike on the lift, before softly sighing. \"It’s… It’s a long story.\" She shakes her head. \"Well, not really ‘long’, but, jus’… Frustratin’.\" Wringing her hands slightly, Smoky elaborates. \"This client asked me ta do up their engine but to this real specific way, right? Like, exact numbers in the gearbox ratios ‘n all. But…\"\n\nStepping over to her workbench, Smoky motions to an email she had printed, exasperatedly exclaiming \"They’re all prime numbers! Two, five, eleven, seventeen, twenty-three, and thirty-one? How am I supposed t’ fit all that in the gearbox? These things are made ta fit gears of a certain type; ’s already a pain tryna retune a gearbox as it is. But [i]these[/i] ratios? I’d hafta build a whole new box that’s three times the size, ‘cause none of those numbers can reduce at all!\"\n\nShe flops onto the stool and groans. \"I hate speakin' ill 'f my customers, but… What kinda clueless [i]moron[/i] requests these kinds of ratios anyways? Jus', why? What possible benefit are y'all hopin' ta get with this? Ain't nobody gonna be able t' fix this if it messes up!\"\n\nSmoky again sighs, burying her face in her hands. \"I jus' don't get it…\"\n\nAs Smoky laments the task she’s expected to figure out, Cane steps over, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, stroking gently with his vulpine fingers. \"It’s okay, Smoky. I admit, I know nothing about auto-mechanics, so I don’t fully understand what’s going on, but I can see it’s troubling you greatly.\" Leaning on her table, he suggests \"Perhaps you should take a break, mull it over in your mind overnight. I think you’d do well with some relaxation right now.\"\n\nThe fox feels a twitch at the corner of his lip as he says this last part – And Smoky’s own lip subtly curls as well. But she then shakes her head softly.\n\n\"I can’t, Cane; I need ta get this done… I’ve never failed a customer, and I don’t want to start…\"\n\nThe vulpine’s ears lower a touch, and he thinks for a moment before replying \"Look, Smoky… You’re stressed, and it isn’t going to get any better. I don’t entirely know what’s being asked of you, but it sounds to me like an impossible task by someone who doesn't know any better. Either they're as clueless as I am, or they're deliberately pranking you.\"\n\nThe moment Smoky hears the word 'prank', her ears twitch and her tail straightens. She lowers her hands and looks straight ahead, her expression falling as she mutters under her breath. \"Ohh… That motherf-\" Trailing off, she picks up the printed email and looks it over again, her eyes narrowing as she reads over some of the other points. \"Swap the brake and gas… Make it front-wheel drive… Top off the blinker flu-\"\n\nShe blinks in disbelief that she somehow failed to notice any of these obvious points earlier, before angrily crumpling the paper. \"Gahh, you little smartass…\"\n\nCane glances at the ball of paper as he asks \"Didn't you read the email before you started?\"\n\nRolling her eyes, Smoky shakes her head. \"They offered a big payout for doin' this; I guess I got a bit excited 'n jumped the gun. But yeah, 's jus' a prank to waste my time and effort. Bet they're havin' a real laugh about it too.\" Looking back at the bike, she quietly chuckles. \"S'ppose I could disassemble the thing for parts…\"\n\nThough the vulpine replies \"Don’t get yourself in trouble, Smoky. Try getting in touch with them first to return the bike. But if they don’t claim it…\" He grins. \"…Go for it. Free parts are free parts, right?\"\n\nThe possum looks at Cane, her violet eyes meeting his brown eyes, and she grins with a nod. \"I oughta hire ya as my assistant – Not even fer the mechanical stuff, but jus' ta keep me focused 'n all. Y'all were always real good at keepin' me on track.\" Her eyes narrow softly as she lets her gaze linger for a moment, before asking \"Speakin' of helpin' me out, could y'all do me a real big favor real quick?\"\n\nTilting his head, the fox answers \"Of course, Smoky; what can I do for you?\" His faint smirk shows he’s got an idea for how he could help her, and the way she’s grinning suggests they’re both thinking the same thing.\n\nSmoky picks up the crumpled ball of paper and tosses it onto the floor behind Cane, then she winks as she says \"See, I accidentally dropped my email; could y’all be a dear and pick it up for me, please?\"\n\nCane shivers in excitement, his tail swishing side to side as he returns her wink and nods. \"Yes, ma’am!\" Turning around, he bends down slowly, wiggling his backside as he braces himself for what he knows is about to happen…\n\nSure enough, the moment his hand touches the paper, he hears a [i]Zap![/i] and his vision becomes filled with a purple glow, his entire body tingling slightly, and in just a split second, he finds himself only an inch tall – Lost somewhere within his clothing, as it hadn't shrunk with him!\n\nHe lets out a soft [i]\"Yip!\"[/i] on reflex as he starts to fall, but before he gets too far, he spots a blur of pink quickly zipping towards him, wrapping around his tiny body, then pulling him out into the light. He blinks and looks up, finding himself held in the possum’s tail, as she sets down her shrink ray!\n\n\"Actually, I changed my mind ‘bout the paper,\" Smoky says, \"but I think I’ll take yer offer to relax y’all mentioned earlier after all.\"\n\nDespite the suddenness of everything that happened in the past few seconds, the tiny vulpine shivers in visible excitement, his tail swishing as he gives her a trademark foxy smirk, asking \"Oh, really now? Did it take you this long to decide?\"\n\nThe possum grins and flexes her tail to squeeze Cane teasingly for a moment as she responds \"Nah, I knew we'd go this way – But I had t' play along a bit, right? Couldn't make it [i]too[/i] obvious how much I missed my lil' coffeefox; y’all were barely containin’ yer excitement as it was!\"\n\nLaughing softly, Cane nods, wriggling his hands free to stroke the smooth tail holding him. \"You’re not wrong, Smoky. You know me all too well; old habits die hard.\"\n\n\"And y'all know me real well, inside 'n out.\" Smoky locks the door to the shop then turns out the lights and steps through the back door into her home. \"But then again, 's been quite a long while… Maybe I should let y'all get reacquainted with what ya've been missin', hm?\"\n\nShivering excitedly again, the fennec narrows his eyes seductively he implores \"Come on, just say it; don’t beat around the bush for me. I’ve not become any less of a horny fen since we last talked.\" His grin grows as he continues in a lower voice \"Tell me how much you missed using me, how much you craved having me inside you.\"\n\nThis time, it's Smoky who shudders in delight, and she brings Cane up to her muzzle, returning his look with a sultry gaze, removing her jacket as she says \"Y'all really want me to go on and on about how much I want my lil' foxie squirmin' inside me, feelin' my soft flesh cradlin' him as he pleases me and pleasures me in only the way he can? How sorely I missed my tiny buddy makin' me feel so very good in the deepest of ways and how my first thought soon as I saw ya in my shop was shovin' y'all back inside where y'all belong?\" She giggles, opening her mouth nice and wide to show off the lilac-colored flesh within, then snapping it shut an inch in front of the fox, keeping her toothy grin as she finishes \"Is that whatcha wanted t’ hear, cutie?\"\n\nIt takes Cane several seconds to recover from Smoky's teases, his ears lowered and a deep blush on his cheeks, but he does eventually clear his throat and chuckle. \"Something like that, yeah… Heh, if anything's changed, you've [i]really[/i] become much more of a tease than I remember.\"\n\nThe possum winks at this remark, and she brings Cane back, letting him have a clear view as she replies \"Oh, y'all have no idea, hun…\" before she slowly tugs her crop-top up, giving him a show as her decent-sized breasts fall free. The fox remembers she rarely ever bothers wearing underwear, and today, it appears, is no exception.\n\nSmoky stretches her arms up while subtly moving her tail closer to her midsection, pretending she doesn't notice what she's doing, though her one open eye looking down at the fennec gives away the deliberateness of her actions as she brings him towards her belly. She giggles as she presses his tiny form against her stomach, just below her sternum, and Cane feels and hears a deep rumble from within her, making her chuckle. \"Y’all hear that? My tummy wants ya inside, lil’ fennie… Y’all’re gonna be in there soon… Tucked away where ya belong.\"\n\nFeeling Cane’s shudder and huff as well as the eager flicking of his tail, Smoky giggles again, pulling him back and down towards her groin. \"But that’ll come later – Right now, I bet y’all wanna see the show of where yer gonna be goin’ first, hm?\" Without waiting for a response, she sits down and then lays back, propping her paws along the arm of the sofa. She wriggles her shorts off nice and slowly, giving the fox an up-close tease as she undresses to reveal her nethers to him.\n\nHe bites his lip as the possum shows off her vulva without any shame or hesitation. Cane can see everything – The soft white fur growing evenly, nice and trim without any distinctive pubic fur, and the line of her external labia leading to her intimate areas inside. As she tugs her shorts off her ankles, Smoky winks and spreads her legs apart, giving him a teasing glimpse of the lilac-colored clitoral hood, the tip of her clit visible, pulsing gently in arousal; directly below that are the flower-petal-like rippled folds of her inner labia. They’re barely visible at first, even with her legs spread like this, but she solves that issue by reaching down with two fingers and spreading herself for the fox, subtly bringing him closer to let him admire her more internal offerings. Though wild female marsupials have rather unique reproductive anatomy, Smoky’s appears to be structured more or less analogous to a humanoid female’s; Cane sees more of her clit peeking out as her arousal continues to grow, and at the top and bottom of the vestibule, he sees the two openings that lead deeper into her body. The urethral opening on top is idle, but his interest is drawn far more to the larger vaginal opening below, and he shivers as it flexes in sexual need – Especially when the opening relaxes and teases him with a glimpse into the tunnel beyond.\n\nThe fennec glances up at Smoky, who gives him a wink and a nod; she knows as well as he does that he’s going inside there. But all in good time – First, he needs to get her ready.\n\nCane is moved to the possum's clit, and without hesitation, the fox reaches his hands to the sensitive nub, stroking it smoothly. He can feel her heartbeat causing it to throb slightly, and he matches pace with the rhythmic pulse, his tiny hands gliding along the slightly slick flesh, back and forth.\n\nSmoky huffs and shivers, her tail squeezing his small body on reflex as she receives the attention to her sensitive love button, as some might call it. \"Nhhf… Yeeeah… Thatsa good boy…\" Her clit grows more prominent, and the fox both sees and smells her increasing arousal. The possum’s scent is sweet, and appropriately enough, carries a hint of smoke – It’s almost exactly like roasted marshmallows! And as he leans close to the end of the nub and gives it a soft kiss and a lick, he shudders in delight, finding her lilac flesh tastes just like the sweet treat as well.\n\nAs he continues his affections, the possum's vestibule grows noticeably slicker, the mucosa providing further lubrication in anticipation of a sexual encounter. Which, Cane realizes as he chuckles, is what she will indeed receive – Just, perhaps not in the way her body is expecting. But he knows neither of them will have any complaints whatsoever to the methods they'll explore; namely, him exploring inside her.\n\nAs though reading his thoughts, the fox’s sensitive ears catch a faint [i]squish[/i] from below, and a moment later, Smoky giggles, pulling him away from her clit and down to the vaginal opening, damn near dripping with the fluids her body is producing. The muscles in the entrance relax, giving Cane a perfect view into the lilac tunnel, and he shudders firmly as he sees every inch of her tunnel, framed by those folded vaginal walls as they gently pulse and shift slightly, and at the very far end, he spots a tightly-sealed ring of muscle – Her cervix.\n\nSmoky speaks up after letting the fox admire her, saying \"Y’all ready ta head on in?\"\n\nBeing brought back to his senses in response to her voice, Cane chuckles, his tail swishing in excitement as he replies \"Is that even a question, Smoky?\"\n\nTo which the possum laughs. \"Nah, not really – Hold on tight!\"\n\nAnd with that, her tail pushes forward, pressing the fennec's head against her opening, before it eases him inside the tunnel of impossibly soft and mildly lukewarm lilac flesh. He's pushed about halfway inside before her tail uncoils from his midsection and moves instead to his ankles, gripping him there to push him deeper still. The possum shudders firmly, fighting to keep her thighs from closing together, and the gasp followed by a pleasured moan makes it clear just how much she already enjoys the sensations of her tiny friend inside her sensitive tunnel.\n\n\"Nngh…\" She huffs, her tail moving the fox slightly back and forth inside her. \"R-Right where y’all belong…\"\n\nCane can’t help himself; the deeply intimate embrace of the possum’s soft flesh on his body combined with her continued teases presses his buttons in all the right ways, and he feels his fox cock peek from its sheath – And the moment his flesh makes contact with hers, he shudders [i]hard[/i] and involuntarily moans, the tip of his tail flicking rapidly side to side at the entrance to the possum’s depths. \"H-Hahh… Your little boy-toy, back in his foxhole…\"\n\nThe vibrations of his body and the tickles of his swishing tail make Smoky moan loudly, and she loses her fight as her legs clamp together, plunging Cane into humid darkness and embracing him in the tepid flesh. \"Gah! Ohh, I… F-Forgot how much… How much y’all shake… Ahh…\" Taking a deep breath, her tail tightens its grip at his ankles, and she struggles to spread her legs, just enough to push the fox back and forth, in and out, smoothly and steadily. \"Fff… L-Lettin’ ya know… Y’all got me… Real worked up…\" Smoky’s voice is high and breathy between her pleasure-filled moans, and her strain to keep herself focused is distinctly audible. \"I’m… N-Not gonna… Last real long…\"\n\nThe fox huffs as he hears the words of warning, already having figured as much considering how slick her tunnel is and how much the muscles are squeezing him while she thrusts his tiny body in and out of her. He can tell he's being inched deeper into the tunnel with every thrust, and lost in the moment, he opens his mouth, lolling his tongue out to let it drag along the sweet fleshy walls of her vagina. He presses his hips forward as well, panting as his pleasure increases, and though he doubts he'll reach a climax before she does, he still enjoys how amazing every second of this feels.\n\nAs Smoky’s breathy moans continue to build towards a crescendo, her tunnel squeezing tighter on him as she thrusts her tail faster and firmer, Cane can tell she’s just about at her peak, and he breathlessly calls out \"Nngh… G-Go ahead… S-Smoky… Hahh… C-Cum for me… Show me how much… How much you missed… Your little fennec toy!\"\n\nThe possum shudders firmly as she hears the fox’s voice, his tease pushing her buttons as she responds \"G-Gahh… Y-You… You little… F-FffFFAAHH!\" Her words are cut off as her climax hits her like a truck; her entire body spasming in deep pleasure as she moans damn near loud enough to be heard from outside. Her tail goes rigid as her legs clamp together, and the muscles of her vagina clamp down tightly on Cane, nearly knocking the wind out of him as he feels the rush of climactic fluids rushing past, soaking deeply into his fur and filling his mouth with thick, roast-marshmallow-flavored femcum, and despite being unable to breathe, he readily laps up as much as he’s able like the canine he is, gulping it down and stroking her flesh with his tongue.\n\nThe fox can’t quite tell how long the possum’s climax lasts, but thankfully, it subsides before he hits the point of suffocation – Her tunnel squeezes to force out the rest of the fluids while her tail keeps him in place, and soon enough, she spreads her labia with her fingers to allow some air to reach her toy. Cane takes deep, marshmallow-scented breaths as he licks his face clean before he licks both his fur and her flesh clean as well. He hadn’t reached a climax himself, but right now, he doesn’t care; he’s just happy he pleased his dear friend so well.\n\nBut Smoky seems to realize her fox hasn't had his release, and once she catches her breath, she guides him a few inches deeper into her vaginal tunnel before uncoiling her tail from him, letting him free inside her. \"Heh, y'all're real sweet, ya know? I missed ya lots… And I remember how much y'all like bein' in there too.\" She giggles cutely. \"But it's no fair if I'm the only one enjoyin' our reunion, now is it?\"\n\nCane, having had some time to collect himself, gingerly rubs the walls around him as he replies \"Hey, it's okay, Smoky; I did enjoy it! It makes me smile knowing I could be your good little boy-toy again.\"\n\nThe possum chuckles, huffing as she feels his rubs, but she insists. \"I didn't feel ya 'enjoy' yerself, hun; least not to a finish… But I have an idea.\" Flexing her vaginal muscles, she squeezes the fennec, pulling him another two inches deeper, until he's brought right in front of the muscular ring of her cervix. \"Go on… I reckon it's nice and slick, and so are you; why doncha have some fun with it, hm? Betcha it's real nice 'n tight, even at yer size…\"\n\nIt’s apparent to Cane that she won’t take no for an answer – She’s always been very firm about ensuring he has his own fun whilst enjoying her, and it seems that hasn’t changed at all despite their time apart. And the idea of humping her cervix certainly isn’t unappealing to him…\n\n\"Are you sure, Smoky? You’re not afraid of any, erm… Potential consequences?\"\n\nThis makes her laugh, and she pats her lower abdomen, which in turn causes the tunnel around the fox to quake. \"Hun, I wouldn’t offer if I weren’t sure. Y’all’re too small like that t’ get anyone my size knocked up – And even if ya weren’t, I’m completely infertile, remember?\" She chuckles. \"No consequences here, lil’ foxie! Enjoy yerself; jus’ don’t go [i]too[/i] wild, ‘kay?\"\n\nCane shivers as he takes everything in, responding \"Heh, I suppose I forgot; I just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting ahead of yourself or anything. But you do make a very convincing argument…\"\n\nAudibly scoffing, Smoky reaches her tail inside herself again, expertly turning it to boop him playfully on the nose with the tip, making him [i]\"Yip!\"[/i] again as she speaks. \"Oh, please; y'all act like I don't know what a hornball y'all are. Ya may've forgotten things about me, but I remember ya plain as day.\" She chuckles, her tail-tip pressing against his rump to nudge him forward against the sensitive cervix. \"M-Mhhf… Go on, fenfen, or I'll hafta think of more nicknames for ya.\"\n\nSmoky’s voice lowers as she does her best impression of an evil emperor. [i]\"Do it.\"[/i]\n\nBoth of them crack up laughing at this, and Cane replies \"Okay, okay; you've made your point.\"\n\nThe fennec catches his breath and gingerly caresses the cervix with his hands. As though this wwas meant to be, he finds the external os perfectly at crotch-height, and carefully, he takes as much of a steady stance as he can in the slick tunnel before lining up the tip of his vulpine length and pressing it against that tight opening. Cane shudders firmly as he feels the lukewarm flesh against his cock, and after another deep breath, he pushes forwards.\n\nThe fox groans and huffs as he feels the snug grip of the smooth muscles as well as the impossibly soft flesh on his sensitive shaft, and giving into his body’s instincts, he pulls himself back before thrusting forwards, quickly settling into a steady rhythm of rapid canine humps.\n\nSmoky shivers and lets out a quiet moan, very much enjoying the sensations of her tiny buddy’s cock moving back and forth and his hips impacting her cervix. \"A-Ahh… Hun… That’s… That’s real good… Nnhf… Even better than… Than bein’ plowed like normal…\"\n\nCane, meanwhile, is too lost in everything that’s happening to reply to her – The amazing feeling of his dick practically gliding along the slick, silky-smooth flesh of Smoky’s cervix; the idle shifting of the smooth muscles within the external os gripping and squeezing his length; the faint [i]pap pap pap[/i] as his hips impact the springy surface in front of him with every thrust; and mostly, just being so deep within his dear friend and sharing something so intimate with her. Part of him wishes he could enter the tight tunnel and explore even deeper, but he knows Smoky has other plans for him once he has his finish.\n\n[i]\"Maybe next time…\"[/i], he thinks, before refocusing on the here and now. His eyes close and his ears fold back as he thrusts harder, maintaining his quick pace while feeling a telltale tingle in his balls, signaling his approaching climax. He had already been brought along nicely from their previous round of fun, and he knew he wouldn’t last terribly long once he started, but he still makes the most of it all the same.\n\nSomewhere in the back of his mind, he becomes aware of Smoky’s moans increasing in pitch and volume, as well as the tunnel seeming to rock back and forth while beginning to squeeze in again, and the fox reasons she’s likely pleasuring herself while enjoying his movements inside her. Going by how hard she’s panting, it seems they might reach their climaxes together.\n\nCane groans and shudders as his canine knot swells and his cock throbs, and he widens his stance before thrusting once, twice, then he pushes every inch of his cock past the external os, the swollen knot sinking inside with a faint [i]squish[/i]. Almost immediately, he feels his prostate clamp down, firing a load of vulpine cum directly into Smoky’s cervical canal, and he lets out a foxish yowl as he gives everything he has.\n\nAt the same time, he feels the possum’s vaginal walls quake and squeeze as she moans out loudly, and though he’s too far inside to feel any of her fluids, he can tell she indeed reached her orgasm at nearly the same time he did! The thought of Smoky’s sheer enjoyment of all they shared together gets him to huff and grunt, pressing forwards with his hips a few times to coax even more of his cum out for her.\n\nThe two of them ride their respective climaxes for a fair while until Cane's knot slips free and he flumps onto his backside, huffing and panting in the thin, humid air within Smoky's tunnel, feeling a delightful lightheadedness both from his incredible release and from the lack of fresh oxygen reaching him – Far from any danger of suffocation, but enough to give his mind as much of an ecstatic buzz as the hormones coursing through his body.\n\nIt’s impossible for him to tell how much time is passing; he’s lost in the most delightful afterglow he can recall ever having. It’s not until he feels movement at his waist that he blinks his eyes, and glancing down, he spots the possum’s tail wrapping carefully around him and giving him a gentle, loving squeeze. He smiles and gingerly strokes his hands along the furless tail, and in response, it tightens its grip slightly and then slowly pulls him out of her vagina, through the opening, and past her labia, back into the outside world again. Cane blinks as the light reaches him, but after his eyes have a chance to adjust to the brightness, he sees Smoky looking at him with a wide, elated smile – Not teasey this time, but full of love for her tiny friend.\n\n\"Heh… There’s my lil’ foxie…\" She giggles, and it’s clear she’s enjoying the same euphoric, post-climactic rush as he is. Her eyes narrow seductively as she brings the vulpine, fur soaked in her fluids, close to her muzzle to give him a slow kiss, before she licks her lips. \"Mmh, I taste good, don’t I?\"\n\nCane chuckles, reaching a hand up to softly stroke her lower lip as he nods. \"Oh, you definitely do… I missed your flavors, heh.\" He shivers a little as his mind once again begins to wander, and like before, he knows they’re both thinking the same thing. \"You wouldn’t happen to want some coffee with your marshmallow syrup, would you?\"\n\nSmoky raises an eyebrow, smirking at the fox and replying \"Oh, come now; can’t ya at least pretend to act like y’all’re willin’ ta share a lovey moment with me? More than jus’ me shovin’ ya good ‘n deep up there, I mean.\" She playfully sticks her lilac tongue out at him… Then brings her tail in to lick him nice and slowly, the bumpy papillae dragging against his fur and practically slurping her fluids from his right side. \"Mnnhf… Then again, ‘s a real good flavor combo; I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t miss it too…\" The possum chuckles, finally concluding \"S’ppose since ya did a real nice job ‘n all, I oughta reward ya by tuckin’ y’all in fer the night. My tummy missed y’all as much as I did… Best getcha reacquainted, doncha think?\"\n\nBefore the fox can reply, Smoky parts her jaws again, this time much slower than the tease when she first shrank him. Cane is treated to the inviting and enticing sight of the possum’s lilac-colored maw opening wide, letting him take in all the fascinating details of her mouth. Her pointed mandible holds quite a number of teeth – The fennec counts fifty total, which correlates to a fact she had told him long ago about how opossums have the most teeth of any mammal. Most of them are sharp and jagged, allowing her to eat just about anything she could want, and while he’s fully aware she’d never use them on him, he can’t help but shiver at the thrill; he knows she [i]could[/i] easily end the existence of someone his size, but she’s taking great care to ensure no harm comes to her dear friend.\n\nSmoky’s tongue lolls out of her mouth, and the fox leans himself a little closer, admiring the bumpy papillae all along the surface of the muscle, and watching the muscle itself ripple ever so slightly with involuntary twitches. The glint of saliva all along her tongue and through her mouth promises another slick cave for him to explore once he’s had his fill admiring it from outside.\n\nHe regards the elastic, springy flesh of her inner cheeks, then he turns his attention upwards to the roof of her mouth, focusing on the rough, cartilaginous ridges of her palate, as well as the softer velum past the palatal bone. The fox blushes as he spots her uvula dangling from the back of that soft palate, the bulb-shaped flesh swinging softly and almost hypnotically with every breath she takes. The steady side-side swaying nearly distracts him from looking at the cavernous pharynx behind it, and just beyond the back of her tongue, he spots the possum’s gullet flexing and squishing, eager to take him inside.\n\nCane shivers again. He’s every bit as eager to oblige.\n\n\"Such a lovely view…\" the fox quietly says.\n\nSmoky chuckles, responding \"Bet the view’s even better inside; why doncha get a closer look, hm?\"\n\nTilting his head, the fox nearly replies that he’s still being held by her tail, but glancing downward shows that to no longer be the case; evidently, while he was distracted by her maw, she had brought her hand up beneath him and uncoiled her tail, leaving him standing and free to move – And as her tongue reaches out again and lays flat in front of his paws, he realizes she’s laying out the welcome mat for him, so to speak!\n\nWithout any hesitation, Cane steps forward, his plantigrade paws squishing against the wet muscle – He nearly slips on the slick surface, but he manages to catch himself, and he proceeds carefully, past the possum’s lips and dental bones, until he reaches the center of her tongue, at which point he sits down to just… Enjoy his surroundings; admiring his dear friend from this unique angle.\n\nHe doesn’t get long to admire, though, before Smoky retracts her tongue back into her mouth and closes her jaws, once again leaving the fox surrounded in humid darkness – But this time, there’s much more activity as she lifts her tongue, pinning him to her rough palate. The pressure around him drops and the slick saliva rushes past him as she starts to suck on him like a piece of sweet, coffee-flavored candy, and he shivers excitedly as he realizes the metaphor isn’t entirely inaccurate.\n\nSmoky’s tongue strokes over every inch of him – Not difficult to do, considering he’s only one inch tall right now – And the soft [i]\"Mnnh…\"[/i] sounding from her throat lets him know exactly what she thinks of the mix of her flavors and his. Even after she’s cleaned him of her fluids, she continues to suckle, rolling him around in her mouth as she enjoys his tiny form. She presses him against the springy flesh of her cheek, before curling her tongue around him to draw even more of his taste.\n\nHe giggles quietly as the papillae tickle him when she pins him once more to the roof of her mouth to lick his small figure, sparing no part of him from its exploration – Face, chest, belly, back, rump, tail, groin, and paws all receive a thorough tasting, much to the fox’s delight. He feels like he could spend hours just enjoying these amazing sensations while letting the possum enjoy him.\n\nEventually, though, things do change; Cane can’t tell how long he’s been inside Smoky’s mouth, but he does notice the tongue working him further back. He’s pressed upwards again, but this time, instead of the rough palate, he sinks into the softer flesh of her velum, and when the tongue releases him, he feels something squishy bump against his back – He’s at her uvula!\n\nThe fennec takes a moment to give the dangling bulb of flesh some gentle caresses with his hands – Thankfully, Smoky seems not to have a gag reflex, as she simply lets out a contented [i]\"Mmmm…\"[/i] in response to his touches, at least until she feels a faint rumble from within her belly, one Cane can hear clearly as the noise echoes up to him. \"Heh, sorry hun,\" she says, \"but y’all’re temptin’ my tummy real good with how tasty ya are… It really wants ya inside; it missed ya as much as I did…\"\n\nCane huffs deeply; Smoky always knew how to tease him, and she certainly hadn't lost this in their time apart – If anything, his earlier comment about her being even more teasey holds true. \"Heh, well… In that case, I suppose I shouldn't keep it, or you, waiting.\" He gives the fleshy uvula a gentle hug and a soft kiss. \"I can't blame it, though; a coffee-flavored fox must be quite tantalizing… Especially one who's already snack-sized…\" Chuckling, he adds \"…Heck, I'm almost tempting myself now…\"\n\nThe possum laughs as well, picturing the fox nomfing his own tail, but she angles her head slightly back as she asks \"Well, since both y’all wanna be reunited, how ‘bout I letcha in? Go ‘head and slide off when yer ready t’ get gulped like my lil’ treat, ‘kay?\"\n\nAcknowledging her words with another hug to her uvula, the canine takes a deep breath, quietly saying \"Alright… I’m ready. Here goes…\" before he pushes himself off the back of the possum’s tongue, dropping into the snug grip of her gullet. With a single swallow, he’s pulled down, the grip of those muscles sinking him into the tight embrace of her esophagus.\n\nCane shivers in delight as he's pushed along by rolling contractions of peristalsis, guided through the tube towards the belly that craves to have him inside. As he descends, he feels an added pressure behind him, and he realizes Smoky is most likely stroking the bulge in her neck, either with a finger or with her tail. Another push of the smooth esophageal muscles, and he becomes very aware of the steady thumping of her heartbeat; content and relaxed as she lets him travel deeper into her body. He also hears the whooshing of air filling and leaving her lungs; she's quite calm right now, but the sound is still very prominent as he passes through her chest cavity.\n\nThough the fennec knows this process rarely takes more than a few seconds, it feels like minutes pass before he feels a tightness at his paws; it holds steady for a moment before relaxing, and he drops past the esophageal sphincter into the waiting stomach. He falls for a brief moment before landing with a [i]splat[/i] against the soft base of the organ, the impact cushioned by the springy, elastic walls, as well as the shallow puddle of swallowed saliva.\n\nFrom the outside, he feels Smoky pat her belly and let out a gentle sigh. \"Ahh… Welcome home, Cane; my tasty lil’ foxie.\"\n\nSitting up, the fox tries to respond, but his mind is too distracted by the excitement of everything that’s just happened, and all that comes out is a quiet \"Mmmhm…\"\n\nInstead of making a further attempt to speak to her, he decides to show his gratitude by exploring the stomach with his hands. The walls are folded and shifting idly; far from churning or kneading, they just ripple and flex in a way he likely wouldn’t even notice had he not been actively feeling for their movements.\n\nPressing his hand against the stomach wall, he feels it push quite a way out before flexing and pushing back against him. He softly chuckles at the mental image of Smoky’s stomach bulging, stuffed with… Well, anything, really; it’s obvious her belly could in theory hold quite a lot. But rather than cramming herself with a bunch of food to digest, the possum seems to be ensuring his comfort inside her belly.\n\nA quick sniff confirms to the canine that there's currently no digestive acid in here – Smoky no doubt has her metabolism more or less turned off for him, guaranteeing him a safe place in which he can enjoy himself. Though he doesn't necessarily mind the idea of digesting and being taken completely by the possum's body, Cane still appreciates the thought of a cozy stay free from danger within the lukewarm chamber.\n\nAs if on cue, Smoky upholds the notion with \"Don’t worry, lil’ guy; I got my tummy turned off fer ya. Y’all’ll be safe in there, promise.\" He feels her pat her belly again as she continues \"I was jus’ gonna keep ya the night then letcha back out after a comfy sleep, ‘kay?\"\n\nThe fox gently rubs his hands along the stomach walls where he felt the possum patting, responding \"That's okay, Smoky – A nice night's stay in the perfect bedroom; I certainly won't complain.\"\n\n\"Good, heh; y'all feel real good in there…\" The possum huffs quietly. \"I can feel ya movin' about and rubbin' the walls; 's real nice…\"\n\nChuckling, Cane gives the stomach a kiss, opting to continue his affections for her to enjoy. He feels how his hands glide along the lining, the mucosa providing a slick surface to prevent the organ from digesting itself! Granted, that’s not currently a risk, but it still makes for quite an enjoyable surface for him to rub.\n\nThough he can’t see in the completely dark chamber, he maps out what he can by his sense of touch, getting an idea for the relaxed size of the stomach – He reckons it would fit a him-sized car without trouble. There’s not a whole lot of note, considering aside from him, the belly is empty, but he does come across the short, narrow tunnel that leads to another sphincter; this is her pylorus, and through that sphincter is her intestines. He chuckles and opts to retreat, deciding he much prefers the stomach itself over anything beyond.\n\nAs the fennec returns to the middle, he lets out a soft yawn; the thin air and soft warmth is getting to him as much as the exhaustion for everything he’s done with her tonight, and after he gives one more kiss to the stomach walls, he stretches out and lays himself down on his side, snuggling into the soft flesh and feeling as it cradles him like a perfect hammock just for him. He takes a deep breath, idly caressing the folded flesh in front of him, soaking in the swallowed saliva like a warm bath, and he quietly speaks. \"Mmh… I think I’m ready to get some rest, Smoky.\"\n\nThe possum gently pats her belly as she replies \"Sounds good, hun; think I’ll do the same.\"\n\nCane feels some subtle movements from outside, before gravity shifts and he slides an inch or two along the stomach walls into a new, even comfier spot; he reasons she had moved to her bedroom and is lying down as well. He hears the possum let out a loud yawn, and the sound triggers a yawn from him as well; it seems even within her belly, the reflex is contagious.\n\n\"Mnn, rest well, my lil’ foxie…\" she quietly whispers, before her breathing slows down as she drifts quickly off to sleep.\n\nCane smiles, giving the nearest fold a few caresses as he whispers back \"See you in the morning, Smoky…\" before he too falls into the coziest and most comfortable rest he’s had in such a long time, tucked safely away deep within the belly of his dear friend. If he could, he wouldn’t at all mind just taking an extended stay within his possum to escape the world for a while. He knows she’d take care of him and ensure his safety, and the thought reassures him as he slips into unconsciousness.\n\nHe smiles to himself and softly shivers at the notion, knowing neither of them would complain if it were to happen – After all, they both know the most important fact of the matter in regards to the idea.\n\nThis is right where he belongs.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A cool midwinter afternoon in the town of Serenity brings a steady breeze, the wind causing the leafless tree branches to sway. It's dry and thankfully not too cold for a walk, convenient for a fennec strolling along the sidewalk, checking directions on his phone. He's on his way to check in on an old friend he hasn't seen in a long while.

Cane pauses in front of an empty storefront window as he puts his phone back into the pocket of his midnight blazer, turning to look at his reflection. He pats down a stuck-up spot of his sand-colored fur on his cheek, then he straightens his jacket and his grey undershirt before dusting off his blue jeans and his trainers. Tilting his head, the canine regards himself while shaking his head to toss his dark hair out of his face, then combing it slightly with his fingers, before adjusting his dog-collar choker to line the tag with the v-neck collar of his shirt. After wiping a mote of dust from the tear mark on the left side of his muzzle, he smiles and resumes heading for his destination.

Turning up the next street, he reminisces about the possum named Smoky, remembering their friendship before she had moved here… The fox shivers softly as his mind wanders to the things they shared together, and part of him wonders if she might still be up for such interactions now – Or if she even still remembers him. It’s been quite a long time since they last talked over email; longer still since they had spoken in person. He knows she’s been quite busy with her shop; perhaps she’s had too much on her mind to worry about him anymore, or maybe she disregarded everything from her old home, or…

Cane's phone buzzes, alerting him that he's reached his destination; a quick glance at the clock shows the time to be 6:23 PM. Looking up, the fennec takes in the front of the garage named Serenity Customs – The shop is quite typical and unassuming; the brick exterior has two large garage doors where cars can enter and exit, and he can see the lights are on inside, though with his height, he can't quite see too much of the interior beyond the ceiling. Past the garage doors, though, he spots the walk-in door, and after stepping over to it, he reads the posted hours – The shop closed at 5 PM today. Cane sighs softly, figuring he's missed his chance to say hello, but just before he goes to leave, he decides to test the door anyway.

Much to his surprise, it opens.

The vulpine blinks, wondering if it’s a mistake, but the faint hint of movement within the shop suggests someone at least is about in here. He quietly steps inside and looks around, finding the garage to be fairly typical with shelves, workbenches, and drawers along the three walls without garage doors. There are two large hydraulic lifts ahead of said doors; the nearby one is unoccupied but the lift further away from him has a motorcycle on it with its engine and tyres removed.

Before he can take in much more, though, Cane’s attention is taken by a movement at the far corner, and his heart jumps slightly – Hunched at a workbench is the possum he remembers; she has a different hairstyle than when he last saw her, but that electric-blue hair, leather jacket, short denim shorts, and long, naked tail could only belong to Smoky. She’s deeply focused on something, but even from here, the fennec can see she’s exhausted as she fiddles with a motorcycle engine, presumably from the bike on the lift. Whatever she’s doing, it’s visibly stressing her out…

The door shuts behind him, and in response to the noise, the possum groans "Gah…" and sighs softly before speaking up, not bothering to look over. "I’m real sorry; I’m actually closed – I guess I forgot ta lock the door. I’ll be open tomorrow at 9; could y’all come back then please?"

A deep blush fills Cane's cheeks as he hears Smoky's voice for the first time since before she moved, and though she’s audibly tired, he can tell it’s still very much her – That scratchy, twangy mezzo-soprano couldn’t belong to anyone else. Memories come back to him, and he shivers as the particular thought of their last night together before she moved plays in his mind…

Still not turning away from the engine, Smoky asserts "Please, I’m real busy; I can’t help y’all right-"

"Smoky?" Cane shyly asks.

There’s a clang as the possum drops the wrench she’s holding, and after a moment of hesitation, she quietly responds "Cane? Is that…"

Looking over towards the door, Smoky practically leaps from her seat and dashes over, pulling Cane into a tight, close hug, damn near crushing the fennec! He squirms, coughing out "Ack! T-Too tight!"

But the possum doesn't seem to notice as she embraces him in her firm grip. "Hah, wow! Y'all should've said y'all were comin' by! I'd've ordered us somethin' or cleaned up or… Gah, it's so nice t' see ya again!"

Practically smothered against her chest, Cane manages to adjust himself to where he's able to breathe somewhat, replying "H-Heh, I wasn't sure if you'd even remember-"

"Forget ya, Cane? How could I ever forget y'all?" Smoky giggles, placing a peck right on his forehead before giggling, finally letting him go. "Y'all were always my special little fox; I missed ya bunches ever since I came here… Heh, y’all even still smell like coffee." Beaming broadly, she adds "Man it’s so nice t’ see y’all again!"

She laughs quietly, evidently too caught up in her excitement to notice she said the same thing twice, but Cane doesn’t bother pointing it out; he’s just happy to find out she still holds him in such high regard despite their time apart! The way his tail swishes reveals his own eager happiness; his worries have been quelled, and he feels he couldn't be happier than he is right now.

Well, momentarily, until his mind starts to wander to even happier ideas – But he tries to at least maintain a presentable front for right now, at least.

Smoky, though, seems to notice something in Cane’s expression, as her eyes widen for a very brief moment, then narrow as the corners of her lips curl up, though she plays along with his façade, even if it’s clear her mind is beginning to wander as well. She finally breaks the silence with "Y’all have no idea how much ya lifted my spirits seein’ ya here…"

Cane blinks, focusing again on reality for the moment, and he nods. "Yes, it’s quite lovely to see you again too, Smoky. But might I ask…" The fox tilts his head, his expression partly curious and partly concerned for her. "You look a little worse for wear, so to speak; even more so before you noticed me here. What’s getting to you?"

The possum glances over to her workstation, then to the bike on the lift, before softly sighing. "It’s… It’s a long story." She shakes her head. "Well, not really ‘long’, but, jus’… Frustratin’." Wringing her hands slightly, Smoky elaborates. "This client asked me ta do up their engine but to this real specific way, right? Like, exact numbers in the gearbox ratios ‘n all. But…"

Stepping over to her workbench, Smoky motions to an email she had printed, exasperatedly exclaiming "They’re all prime numbers! Two, five, eleven, seventeen, twenty-three, and thirty-one? How am I supposed t’ fit all that in the gearbox? These things are made ta fit gears of a certain type; ’s already a pain tryna retune a gearbox as it is. But these ratios? I’d hafta build a whole new box that’s three times the size, ‘cause none of those numbers can reduce at all!"

She flops onto the stool and groans. "I hate speakin' ill 'f my customers, but… What kinda clueless moron requests these kinds of ratios anyways? Jus', why? What possible benefit are y'all hopin' ta get with this? Ain't nobody gonna be able t' fix this if it messes up!"

Smoky again sighs, burying her face in her hands. "I jus' don't get it…"

As Smoky laments the task she’s expected to figure out, Cane steps over, gently placing his hand on her shoulder, stroking gently with his vulpine fingers. "It’s okay, Smoky. I admit, I know nothing about auto-mechanics, so I don’t fully understand what’s going on, but I can see it’s troubling you greatly." Leaning on her table, he suggests "Perhaps you should take a break, mull it over in your mind overnight. I think you’d do well with some relaxation right now."

The fox feels a twitch at the corner of his lip as he says this last part – And Smoky’s own lip subtly curls as well. But she then shakes her head softly.

"I can’t, Cane; I need ta get this done… I’ve never failed a customer, and I don’t want to start…"

The vulpine’s ears lower a touch, and he thinks for a moment before replying "Look, Smoky… You’re stressed, and it isn’t going to get any better. I don’t entirely know what’s being asked of you, but it sounds to me like an impossible task by someone who doesn't know any better. Either they're as clueless as I am, or they're deliberately pranking you."

The moment Smoky hears the word 'prank', her ears twitch and her tail straightens. She lowers her hands and looks straight ahead, her expression falling as she mutters under her breath. "Ohh… That motherf-" Trailing off, she picks up the printed email and looks it over again, her eyes narrowing as she reads over some of the other points. "Swap the brake and gas… Make it front-wheel drive… Top off the blinker flu-"

She blinks in disbelief that she somehow failed to notice any of these obvious points earlier, before angrily crumpling the paper. "Gahh, you little smartass…"

Cane glances at the ball of paper as he asks "Didn't you read the email before you started?"

Rolling her eyes, Smoky shakes her head. "They offered a big payout for doin' this; I guess I got a bit excited 'n jumped the gun. But yeah, 's jus' a prank to waste my time and effort. Bet they're havin' a real laugh about it too." Looking back at the bike, she quietly chuckles. "S'ppose I could disassemble the thing for parts…"

Though the vulpine replies "Don’t get yourself in trouble, Smoky. Try getting in touch with them first to return the bike. But if they don’t claim it…" He grins. "…Go for it. Free parts are free parts, right?"

The possum looks at Cane, her violet eyes meeting his brown eyes, and she grins with a nod. "I oughta hire ya as my assistant – Not even fer the mechanical stuff, but jus' ta keep me focused 'n all. Y'all were always real good at keepin' me on track." Her eyes narrow softly as she lets her gaze linger for a moment, before asking "Speakin' of helpin' me out, could y'all do me a real big favor real quick?"

Tilting his head, the fox answers "Of course, Smoky; what can I do for you?" His faint smirk shows he’s got an idea for how he could help her, and the way she’s grinning suggests they’re both thinking the same thing.

Smoky picks up the crumpled ball of paper and tosses it onto the floor behind Cane, then she winks as she says "See, I accidentally dropped my email; could y’all be a dear and pick it up for me, please?"

Cane shivers in excitement, his tail swishing side to side as he returns her wink and nods. "Yes, ma’am!" Turning around, he bends down slowly, wiggling his backside as he braces himself for what he knows is about to happen…

Sure enough, the moment his hand touches the paper, he hears a Zap! and his vision becomes filled with a purple glow, his entire body tingling slightly, and in just a split second, he finds himself only an inch tall – Lost somewhere within his clothing, as it hadn't shrunk with him!

He lets out a soft "Yip!" on reflex as he starts to fall, but before he gets too far, he spots a blur of pink quickly zipping towards him, wrapping around his tiny body, then pulling him out into the light. He blinks and looks up, finding himself held in the possum’s tail, as she sets down her shrink ray!

"Actually, I changed my mind ‘bout the paper," Smoky says, "but I think I’ll take yer offer to relax y’all mentioned earlier after all."

Despite the suddenness of everything that happened in the past few seconds, the tiny vulpine shivers in visible excitement, his tail swishing as he gives her a trademark foxy smirk, asking "Oh, really now? Did it take you this long to decide?"

The possum grins and flexes her tail to squeeze Cane teasingly for a moment as she responds "Nah, I knew we'd go this way – But I had t' play along a bit, right? Couldn't make it too obvious how much I missed my lil' coffeefox; y’all were barely containin’ yer excitement as it was!"

Laughing softly, Cane nods, wriggling his hands free to stroke the smooth tail holding him. "You’re not wrong, Smoky. You know me all too well; old habits die hard."

"And y'all know me real well, inside 'n out." Smoky locks the door to the shop then turns out the lights and steps through the back door into her home. "But then again, 's been quite a long while… Maybe I should let y'all get reacquainted with what ya've been missin', hm?"

Shivering excitedly again, the fennec narrows his eyes seductively he implores "Come on, just say it; don’t beat around the bush for me. I’ve not become any less of a horny fen since we last talked." His grin grows as he continues in a lower voice "Tell me how much you missed using me, how much you craved having me inside you."

This time, it's Smoky who shudders in delight, and she brings Cane up to her muzzle, returning his look with a sultry gaze, removing her jacket as she says "Y'all really want me to go on and on about how much I want my lil' foxie squirmin' inside me, feelin' my soft flesh cradlin' him as he pleases me and pleasures me in only the way he can? How sorely I missed my tiny buddy makin' me feel so very good in the deepest of ways and how my first thought soon as I saw ya in my shop was shovin' y'all back inside where y'all belong?" She giggles, opening her mouth nice and wide to show off the lilac-colored flesh within, then snapping it shut an inch in front of the fox, keeping her toothy grin as she finishes "Is that whatcha wanted t’ hear, cutie?"

It takes Cane several seconds to recover from Smoky's teases, his ears lowered and a deep blush on his cheeks, but he does eventually clear his throat and chuckle. "Something like that, yeah… Heh, if anything's changed, you've really become much more of a tease than I remember."

The possum winks at this remark, and she brings Cane back, letting him have a clear view as she replies "Oh, y'all have no idea, hun…" before she slowly tugs her crop-top up, giving him a show as her decent-sized breasts fall free. The fox remembers she rarely ever bothers wearing underwear, and today, it appears, is no exception.

Smoky stretches her arms up while subtly moving her tail closer to her midsection, pretending she doesn't notice what she's doing, though her one open eye looking down at the fennec gives away the deliberateness of her actions as she brings him towards her belly. She giggles as she presses his tiny form against her stomach, just below her sternum, and Cane feels and hears a deep rumble from within her, making her chuckle. "Y’all hear that? My tummy wants ya inside, lil’ fennie… Y’all’re gonna be in there soon… Tucked away where ya belong."

Feeling Cane’s shudder and huff as well as the eager flicking of his tail, Smoky giggles again, pulling him back and down towards her groin. "But that’ll come later – Right now, I bet y’all wanna see the show of where yer gonna be goin’ first, hm?" Without waiting for a response, she sits down and then lays back, propping her paws along the arm of the sofa. She wriggles her shorts off nice and slowly, giving the fox an up-close tease as she undresses to reveal her nethers to him.

He bites his lip as the possum shows off her vulva without any shame or hesitation. Cane can see everything – The soft white fur growing evenly, nice and trim without any distinctive pubic fur, and the line of her external labia leading to her intimate areas inside. As she tugs her shorts off her ankles, Smoky winks and spreads her legs apart, giving him a teasing glimpse of the lilac-colored clitoral hood, the tip of her clit visible, pulsing gently in arousal; directly below that are the flower-petal-like rippled folds of her inner labia. They’re barely visible at first, even with her legs spread like this, but she solves that issue by reaching down with two fingers and spreading herself for the fox, subtly bringing him closer to let him admire her more internal offerings. Though wild female marsupials have rather unique reproductive anatomy, Smoky’s appears to be structured more or less analogous to a humanoid female’s; Cane sees more of her clit peeking out as her arousal continues to grow, and at the top and bottom of the vestibule, he sees the two openings that lead deeper into her body. The urethral opening on top is idle, but his interest is drawn far more to the larger vaginal opening below, and he shivers as it flexes in sexual need – Especially when the opening relaxes and teases him with a glimpse into the tunnel beyond.

The fennec glances up at Smoky, who gives him a wink and a nod; she knows as well as he does that he’s going inside there. But all in good time – First, he needs to get her ready.

Cane is moved to the possum's clit, and without hesitation, the fox reaches his hands to the sensitive nub, stroking it smoothly. He can feel her heartbeat causing it to throb slightly, and he matches pace with the rhythmic pulse, his tiny hands gliding along the slightly slick flesh, back and forth.

Smoky huffs and shivers, her tail squeezing his small body on reflex as she receives the attention to her sensitive love button, as some might call it. "Nhhf… Yeeeah… Thatsa good boy…" Her clit grows more prominent, and the fox both sees and smells her increasing arousal. The possum’s scent is sweet, and appropriately enough, carries a hint of smoke – It’s almost exactly like roasted marshmallows! And as he leans close to the end of the nub and gives it a soft kiss and a lick, he shudders in delight, finding her lilac flesh tastes just like the sweet treat as well.

As he continues his affections, the possum's vestibule grows noticeably slicker, the mucosa providing further lubrication in anticipation of a sexual encounter. Which, Cane realizes as he chuckles, is what she will indeed receive – Just, perhaps not in the way her body is expecting. But he knows neither of them will have any complaints whatsoever to the methods they'll explore; namely, him exploring inside her.

As though reading his thoughts, the fox’s sensitive ears catch a faint squish from below, and a moment later, Smoky giggles, pulling him away from her clit and down to the vaginal opening, damn near dripping with the fluids her body is producing. The muscles in the entrance relax, giving Cane a perfect view into the lilac tunnel, and he shudders firmly as he sees every inch of her tunnel, framed by those folded vaginal walls as they gently pulse and shift slightly, and at the very far end, he spots a tightly-sealed ring of muscle – Her cervix.

Smoky speaks up after letting the fox admire her, saying "Y’all ready ta head on in?"

Being brought back to his senses in response to her voice, Cane chuckles, his tail swishing in excitement as he replies "Is that even a question, Smoky?"

To which the possum laughs. "Nah, not really – Hold on tight!"

And with that, her tail pushes forward, pressing the fennec's head against her opening, before it eases him inside the tunnel of impossibly soft and mildly lukewarm lilac flesh. He's pushed about halfway inside before her tail uncoils from his midsection and moves instead to his ankles, gripping him there to push him deeper still. The possum shudders firmly, fighting to keep her thighs from closing together, and the gasp followed by a pleasured moan makes it clear just how much she already enjoys the sensations of her tiny friend inside her sensitive tunnel.

"Nngh…" She huffs, her tail moving the fox slightly back and forth inside her. "R-Right where y’all belong…"

Cane can’t help himself; the deeply intimate embrace of the possum’s soft flesh on his body combined with her continued teases presses his buttons in all the right ways, and he feels his fox cock peek from its sheath – And the moment his flesh makes contact with hers, he shudders hard and involuntarily moans, the tip of his tail flicking rapidly side to side at the entrance to the possum’s depths. "H-Hahh… Your little boy-toy, back in his foxhole…"

The vibrations of his body and the tickles of his swishing tail make Smoky moan loudly, and she loses her fight as her legs clamp together, plunging Cane into humid darkness and embracing him in the tepid flesh. "Gah! Ohh, I… F-Forgot how much… How much y’all shake… Ahh…" Taking a deep breath, her tail tightens its grip at his ankles, and she struggles to spread her legs, just enough to push the fox back and forth, in and out, smoothly and steadily. "Fff… L-Lettin’ ya know… Y’all got me… Real worked up…" Smoky’s voice is high and breathy between her pleasure-filled moans, and her strain to keep herself focused is distinctly audible. "I’m… N-Not gonna… Last real long…"

The fox huffs as he hears the words of warning, already having figured as much considering how slick her tunnel is and how much the muscles are squeezing him while she thrusts his tiny body in and out of her. He can tell he's being inched deeper into the tunnel with every thrust, and lost in the moment, he opens his mouth, lolling his tongue out to let it drag along the sweet fleshy walls of her vagina. He presses his hips forward as well, panting as his pleasure increases, and though he doubts he'll reach a climax before she does, he still enjoys how amazing every second of this feels.

As Smoky’s breathy moans continue to build towards a crescendo, her tunnel squeezing tighter on him as she thrusts her tail faster and firmer, Cane can tell she’s just about at her peak, and he breathlessly calls out "Nngh… G-Go ahead… S-Smoky… Hahh… C-Cum for me… Show me how much… How much you missed… Your little fennec toy!"

The possum shudders firmly as she hears the fox’s voice, his tease pushing her buttons as she responds "G-Gahh… Y-You… You little… F-FffFFAAHH!" Her words are cut off as her climax hits her like a truck; her entire body spasming in deep pleasure as she moans damn near loud enough to be heard from outside. Her tail goes rigid as her legs clamp together, and the muscles of her vagina clamp down tightly on Cane, nearly knocking the wind out of him as he feels the rush of climactic fluids rushing past, soaking deeply into his fur and filling his mouth with thick, roast-marshmallow-flavored femcum, and despite being unable to breathe, he readily laps up as much as he’s able like the canine he is, gulping it down and stroking her flesh with his tongue.

The fox can’t quite tell how long the possum’s climax lasts, but thankfully, it subsides before he hits the point of suffocation – Her tunnel squeezes to force out the rest of the fluids while her tail keeps him in place, and soon enough, she spreads her labia with her fingers to allow some air to reach her toy. Cane takes deep, marshmallow-scented breaths as he licks his face clean before he licks both his fur and her flesh clean as well. He hadn’t reached a climax himself, but right now, he doesn’t care; he’s just happy he pleased his dear friend so well.

But Smoky seems to realize her fox hasn't had his release, and once she catches her breath, she guides him a few inches deeper into her vaginal tunnel before uncoiling her tail from him, letting him free inside her. "Heh, y'all're real sweet, ya know? I missed ya lots… And I remember how much y'all like bein' in there too." She giggles cutely. "But it's no fair if I'm the only one enjoyin' our reunion, now is it?"

Cane, having had some time to collect himself, gingerly rubs the walls around him as he replies "Hey, it's okay, Smoky; I did enjoy it! It makes me smile knowing I could be your good little boy-toy again."

The possum chuckles, huffing as she feels his rubs, but she insists. "I didn't feel ya 'enjoy' yerself, hun; least not to a finish… But I have an idea." Flexing her vaginal muscles, she squeezes the fennec, pulling him another two inches deeper, until he's brought right in front of the muscular ring of her cervix. "Go on… I reckon it's nice and slick, and so are you; why doncha have some fun with it, hm? Betcha it's real nice 'n tight, even at yer size…"

It’s apparent to Cane that she won’t take no for an answer – She’s always been very firm about ensuring he has his own fun whilst enjoying her, and it seems that hasn’t changed at all despite their time apart. And the idea of humping her cervix certainly isn’t unappealing to him…

"Are you sure, Smoky? You’re not afraid of any, erm… Potential consequences?"

This makes her laugh, and she pats her lower abdomen, which in turn causes the tunnel around the fox to quake. "Hun, I wouldn’t offer if I weren’t sure. Y’all’re too small like that t’ get anyone my size knocked up – And even if ya weren’t, I’m completely infertile, remember?" She chuckles. "No consequences here, lil’ foxie! Enjoy yerself; jus’ don’t go too wild, ‘kay?"

Cane shivers as he takes everything in, responding "Heh, I suppose I forgot; I just wanted to make sure you weren’t getting ahead of yourself or anything. But you do make a very convincing argument…"

Audibly scoffing, Smoky reaches her tail inside herself again, expertly turning it to boop him playfully on the nose with the tip, making him "Yip!" again as she speaks. "Oh, please; y'all act like I don't know what a hornball y'all are. Ya may've forgotten things about me, but I remember ya plain as day." She chuckles, her tail-tip pressing against his rump to nudge him forward against the sensitive cervix. "M-Mhhf… Go on, fenfen, or I'll hafta think of more nicknames for ya."

Smoky’s voice lowers as she does her best impression of an evil emperor. "Do it."

Both of them crack up laughing at this, and Cane replies "Okay, okay; you've made your point."

The fennec catches his breath and gingerly caresses the cervix with his hands. As though this wwas meant to be, he finds the external os perfectly at crotch-height, and carefully, he takes as much of a steady stance as he can in the slick tunnel before lining up the tip of his vulpine length and pressing it against that tight opening. Cane shudders firmly as he feels the lukewarm flesh against his cock, and after another deep breath, he pushes forwards.

The fox groans and huffs as he feels the snug grip of the smooth muscles as well as the impossibly soft flesh on his sensitive shaft, and giving into his body’s instincts, he pulls himself back before thrusting forwards, quickly settling into a steady rhythm of rapid canine humps.

Smoky shivers and lets out a quiet moan, very much enjoying the sensations of her tiny buddy’s cock moving back and forth and his hips impacting her cervix. "A-Ahh… Hun… That’s… That’s real good… Nnhf… Even better than… Than bein’ plowed like normal…"

Cane, meanwhile, is too lost in everything that’s happening to reply to her – The amazing feeling of his dick practically gliding along the slick, silky-smooth flesh of Smoky’s cervix; the idle shifting of the smooth muscles within the external os gripping and squeezing his length; the faint pap pap pap as his hips impact the springy surface in front of him with every thrust; and mostly, just being so deep within his dear friend and sharing something so intimate with her. Part of him wishes he could enter the tight tunnel and explore even deeper, but he knows Smoky has other plans for him once he has his finish.

"Maybe next time…", he thinks, before refocusing on the here and now. His eyes close and his ears fold back as he thrusts harder, maintaining his quick pace while feeling a telltale tingle in his balls, signaling his approaching climax. He had already been brought along nicely from their previous round of fun, and he knew he wouldn’t last terribly long once he started, but he still makes the most of it all the same.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he becomes aware of Smoky’s moans increasing in pitch and volume, as well as the tunnel seeming to rock back and forth while beginning to squeeze in again, and the fox reasons she’s likely pleasuring herself while enjoying his movements inside her. Going by how hard she’s panting, it seems they might reach their climaxes together.

Cane groans and shudders as his canine knot swells and his cock throbs, and he widens his stance before thrusting once, twice, then he pushes every inch of his cock past the external os, the swollen knot sinking inside with a faint squish. Almost immediately, he feels his prostate clamp down, firing a load of vulpine cum directly into Smoky’s cervical canal, and he lets out a foxish yowl as he gives everything he has.

At the same time, he feels the possum’s vaginal walls quake and squeeze as she moans out loudly, and though he’s too far inside to feel any of her fluids, he can tell she indeed reached her orgasm at nearly the same time he did! The thought of Smoky’s sheer enjoyment of all they shared together gets him to huff and grunt, pressing forwards with his hips a few times to coax even more of his cum out for her.

The two of them ride their respective climaxes for a fair while until Cane's knot slips free and he flumps onto his backside, huffing and panting in the thin, humid air within Smoky's tunnel, feeling a delightful lightheadedness both from his incredible release and from the lack of fresh oxygen reaching him – Far from any danger of suffocation, but enough to give his mind as much of an ecstatic buzz as the hormones coursing through his body.

It’s impossible for him to tell how much time is passing; he’s lost in the most delightful afterglow he can recall ever having. It’s not until he feels movement at his waist that he blinks his eyes, and glancing down, he spots the possum’s tail wrapping carefully around him and giving him a gentle, loving squeeze. He smiles and gingerly strokes his hands along the furless tail, and in response, it tightens its grip slightly and then slowly pulls him out of her vagina, through the opening, and past her labia, back into the outside world again. Cane blinks as the light reaches him, but after his eyes have a chance to adjust to the brightness, he sees Smoky looking at him with a wide, elated smile – Not teasey this time, but full of love for her tiny friend.

"Heh… There’s my lil’ foxie…" She giggles, and it’s clear she’s enjoying the same euphoric, post-climactic rush as he is. Her eyes narrow seductively as she brings the vulpine, fur soaked in her fluids, close to her muzzle to give him a slow kiss, before she licks her lips. "Mmh, I taste good, don’t I?"

Cane chuckles, reaching a hand up to softly stroke her lower lip as he nods. "Oh, you definitely do… I missed your flavors, heh." He shivers a little as his mind once again begins to wander, and like before, he knows they’re both thinking the same thing. "You wouldn’t happen to want some coffee with your marshmallow syrup, would you?"

Smoky raises an eyebrow, smirking at the fox and replying "Oh, come now; can’t ya at least pretend to act like y’all’re willin’ ta share a lovey moment with me? More than jus’ me shovin’ ya good ‘n deep up there, I mean." She playfully sticks her lilac tongue out at him… Then brings her tail in to lick him nice and slowly, the bumpy papillae dragging against his fur and practically slurping her fluids from his right side. "Mnnhf… Then again, ‘s a real good flavor combo; I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t miss it too…" The possum chuckles, finally concluding "S’ppose since ya did a real nice job ‘n all, I oughta reward ya by tuckin’ y’all in fer the night. My tummy missed y’all as much as I did… Best getcha reacquainted, doncha think?"

Before the fox can reply, Smoky parts her jaws again, this time much slower than the tease when she first shrank him. Cane is treated to the inviting and enticing sight of the possum’s lilac-colored maw opening wide, letting him take in all the fascinating details of her mouth. Her pointed mandible holds quite a number of teeth – The fennec counts fifty total, which correlates to a fact she had told him long ago about how opossums have the most teeth of any mammal. Most of them are sharp and jagged, allowing her to eat just about anything she could want, and while he’s fully aware she’d never use them on him, he can’t help but shiver at the thrill; he knows she could easily end the existence of someone his size, but she’s taking great care to ensure no harm comes to her dear friend.

Smoky’s tongue lolls out of her mouth, and the fox leans himself a little closer, admiring the bumpy papillae all along the surface of the muscle, and watching the muscle itself ripple ever so slightly with involuntary twitches. The glint of saliva all along her tongue and through her mouth promises another slick cave for him to explore once he’s had his fill admiring it from outside.

He regards the elastic, springy flesh of her inner cheeks, then he turns his attention upwards to the roof of her mouth, focusing on the rough, cartilaginous ridges of her palate, as well as the softer velum past the palatal bone. The fox blushes as he spots her uvula dangling from the back of that soft palate, the bulb-shaped flesh swinging softly and almost hypnotically with every breath she takes. The steady side-side swaying nearly distracts him from looking at the cavernous pharynx behind it, and just beyond the back of her tongue, he spots the possum’s gullet flexing and squishing, eager to take him inside.

Cane shivers again. He’s every bit as eager to oblige.

"Such a lovely view…" the fox quietly says.

Smoky chuckles, responding "Bet the view’s even better inside; why doncha get a closer look, hm?"

Tilting his head, the fox nearly replies that he’s still being held by her tail, but glancing downward shows that to no longer be the case; evidently, while he was distracted by her maw, she had brought her hand up beneath him and uncoiled her tail, leaving him standing and free to move – And as her tongue reaches out again and lays flat in front of his paws, he realizes she’s laying out the welcome mat for him, so to speak!

Without any hesitation, Cane steps forward, his plantigrade paws squishing against the wet muscle – He nearly slips on the slick surface, but he manages to catch himself, and he proceeds carefully, past the possum’s lips and dental bones, until he reaches the center of her tongue, at which point he sits down to just… Enjoy his surroundings; admiring his dear friend from this unique angle.

He doesn’t get long to admire, though, before Smoky retracts her tongue back into her mouth and closes her jaws, once again leaving the fox surrounded in humid darkness – But this time, there’s much more activity as she lifts her tongue, pinning him to her rough palate. The pressure around him drops and the slick saliva rushes past him as she starts to suck on him like a piece of sweet, coffee-flavored candy, and he shivers excitedly as he realizes the metaphor isn’t entirely inaccurate.

Smoky’s tongue strokes over every inch of him – Not difficult to do, considering he’s only one inch tall right now – And the soft "Mnnh…" sounding from her throat lets him know exactly what she thinks of the mix of her flavors and his. Even after she’s cleaned him of her fluids, she continues to suckle, rolling him around in her mouth as she enjoys his tiny form. She presses him against the springy flesh of her cheek, before curling her tongue around him to draw even more of his taste.

He giggles quietly as the papillae tickle him when she pins him once more to the roof of her mouth to lick his small figure, sparing no part of him from its exploration – Face, chest, belly, back, rump, tail, groin, and paws all receive a thorough tasting, much to the fox’s delight. He feels like he could spend hours just enjoying these amazing sensations while letting the possum enjoy him.

Eventually, though, things do change; Cane can’t tell how long he’s been inside Smoky’s mouth, but he does notice the tongue working him further back. He’s pressed upwards again, but this time, instead of the rough palate, he sinks into the softer flesh of her velum, and when the tongue releases him, he feels something squishy bump against his back – He’s at her uvula!

The fennec takes a moment to give the dangling bulb of flesh some gentle caresses with his hands – Thankfully, Smoky seems not to have a gag reflex, as she simply lets out a contented "Mmmm…" in response to his touches, at least until she feels a faint rumble from within her belly, one Cane can hear clearly as the noise echoes up to him. "Heh, sorry hun," she says, "but y’all’re temptin’ my tummy real good with how tasty ya are… It really wants ya inside; it missed ya as much as I did…"

Cane huffs deeply; Smoky always knew how to tease him, and she certainly hadn't lost this in their time apart – If anything, his earlier comment about her being even more teasey holds true. "Heh, well… In that case, I suppose I shouldn't keep it, or you, waiting." He gives the fleshy uvula a gentle hug and a soft kiss. "I can't blame it, though; a coffee-flavored fox must be quite tantalizing… Especially one who's already snack-sized…" Chuckling, he adds "…Heck, I'm almost tempting myself now…"

The possum laughs as well, picturing the fox nomfing his own tail, but she angles her head slightly back as she asks "Well, since both y’all wanna be reunited, how ‘bout I letcha in? Go ‘head and slide off when yer ready t’ get gulped like my lil’ treat, ‘kay?"

Acknowledging her words with another hug to her uvula, the canine takes a deep breath, quietly saying "Alright… I’m ready. Here goes…" before he pushes himself off the back of the possum’s tongue, dropping into the snug grip of her gullet. With a single swallow, he’s pulled down, the grip of those muscles sinking him into the tight embrace of her esophagus.

Cane shivers in delight as he's pushed along by rolling contractions of peristalsis, guided through the tube towards the belly that craves to have him inside. As he descends, he feels an added pressure behind him, and he realizes Smoky is most likely stroking the bulge in her neck, either with a finger or with her tail.  Another push of the smooth esophageal muscles, and he becomes very aware of the steady thumping of her heartbeat; content and relaxed as she lets him travel deeper into her body. He also hears the whooshing of air filling and leaving her lungs; she's quite calm right now, but the sound is still very prominent as he passes through her chest cavity.

Though the fennec knows this process rarely takes more than a few seconds, it feels like minutes pass before he feels a tightness at his paws; it holds steady for a moment before relaxing, and he drops past the esophageal sphincter into the waiting stomach. He falls for a brief moment before landing with a splat against the soft base of the organ, the impact cushioned by the springy, elastic walls, as well as the shallow puddle of swallowed saliva.

From the outside, he feels Smoky pat her belly and let out a gentle sigh. "Ahh… Welcome home, Cane; my tasty lil’ foxie."

Sitting up, the fox tries to respond, but his mind is too distracted by the excitement of everything that’s just happened, and all that comes out is a quiet "Mmmhm…"

Instead of making a further attempt to speak to her, he decides to show his gratitude by exploring the stomach with his hands. The walls are folded and shifting idly; far from churning or kneading, they just ripple and flex in a way he likely wouldn’t even notice had he not been actively feeling for their movements.

Pressing his hand against the stomach wall, he feels it push quite a way out before flexing and pushing back against him. He softly chuckles at the mental image of Smoky’s stomach bulging, stuffed with… Well, anything, really; it’s obvious her belly could in theory hold quite a lot. But rather than cramming herself with a bunch of food to digest, the possum seems to be ensuring his comfort inside her belly.

A quick sniff confirms to the canine that there's currently no digestive acid in here – Smoky no doubt has her metabolism more or less turned off for him, guaranteeing him a safe place in which he can enjoy himself. Though he doesn't necessarily mind the idea of digesting and being taken completely by the possum's body, Cane still appreciates the thought of a cozy stay free from danger within the lukewarm chamber.

As if on cue, Smoky upholds the notion with "Don’t worry, lil’ guy; I got my tummy turned off fer ya. Y’all’ll be safe in there, promise." He feels her pat her belly again as she continues "I was jus’ gonna keep ya the night then letcha back out after a comfy sleep, ‘kay?"

The fox gently rubs his hands along the stomach walls where he felt the possum patting, responding "That's okay, Smoky – A nice night's stay in the perfect bedroom; I certainly won't complain."

"Good, heh; y'all feel real good in there…" The possum huffs quietly. "I can feel ya movin' about and rubbin' the walls; 's real nice…"

Chuckling, Cane gives the stomach a kiss, opting to continue his affections for her to enjoy. He feels how his hands glide along the lining, the mucosa providing a slick surface to prevent the organ from digesting itself! Granted, that’s not currently a risk, but it still makes for quite an enjoyable surface for him to rub.

Though he can’t see in the completely dark chamber, he maps out what he can by his sense of touch, getting an idea for the relaxed size of the stomach – He reckons it would fit a him-sized car without trouble. There’s not a whole lot of note, considering aside from him, the belly is empty, but he does come across the short, narrow tunnel that leads to another sphincter; this is her pylorus, and through that sphincter is her intestines. He chuckles and opts to retreat, deciding he much prefers the stomach itself over anything beyond.

As the fennec returns to the middle, he lets out a soft yawn; the thin air and soft warmth is getting to him as much as the exhaustion for everything he’s done with her tonight, and after he gives one more kiss to the stomach walls, he stretches out and lays himself down on his side, snuggling into the soft flesh and feeling as it cradles him like a perfect hammock just for him. He takes a deep breath, idly caressing the folded flesh in front of him, soaking in the swallowed saliva like a warm bath, and he quietly speaks. "Mmh… I think I’m ready to get some rest, Smoky."

The possum gently pats her belly as she replies "Sounds good, hun; think I’ll do the same."

Cane feels some subtle movements from outside, before gravity shifts and he slides an inch or two along the stomach walls into a new, even comfier spot; he reasons she had moved to her bedroom and is lying down as well. He hears the possum let out a loud yawn, and the sound triggers a yawn from him as well; it seems even within her belly, the reflex is contagious.

"Mnn, rest well, my lil’ foxie…" she quietly whispers, before her breathing slows down as she drifts quickly off to sleep.

Cane smiles, giving the nearest fold a few caresses as he whispers back "See you in the morning, Smoky…" before he too falls into the coziest and most comfortable rest he’s had in such a long time, tucked safely away deep within the belly of his dear friend. If he could, he wouldn’t at all mind just taking an extended stay within his possum to escape the world for a while. He knows she’d take care of him and ensure his safety, and the thought reassures him as he slips into unconsciousness.

He smiles to himself and softly shivers at the notion, knowing neither of them would complain if it were to happen – After all, they both know the most important fact of the matter in regards to the idea.

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