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So feel free to self-insert and enjoy some noms! Or put your fave kind of pred in there.\n\nSo are you ready to see what camping as a young fox can be like? Because this lil' dork needs to get to her sleeping bag!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "I am not sure if this was commissioned or sponsored, as it were, but what I am sure of is you have Slimshod to thank for helping to support this, right down to a fantastic pitch that got me hot and bothered x3
I was almost tempted to just publish *that*.

But here is mine instead~ I left the predator as ambiguous as I could, the important part is that the pred has a penis and some fine balls--anything else about them?

Up to you! So feel free to self-insert and enjoy some noms! Or put your fave kind of pred in there.

So are you ready to see what camping as a young fox can be like? Because this lil' dork needs to get to her sleeping bag!", "writing": "A Better Sleeping Bag\n\n**May It Stay In Fiction**\n\n\tAmberlina awoke to the sound of her mother's snoring, and the disappointing weight of a full bladder. She'd been having a nice dream, and now she couldn't remember it. Something warm and soothing... She twisted up and out of her sleeping bag, some of her humid body heat escaping - she was hardly dressed. Pale moonlight illuminated the tent-wall, and she could see that her mother had finished the Jack Daniels bottle. The scarlet vixen rubbed her eye.\n\n\t``Momma?''\n\n\tHer mother snored on.\n\n\t``Momma, I gotta pee...''\n\n\tAmberlina waited a moment, but nothing. She whimpered and rubbed her arms, the chill starting to get to her. She unzipped the canvas covering the window and peered out through the bug net... The grass still looked wet out across the knoll they'd set up on. Mist crawled across the grass, and the wind whispered in the high hogbacks that framed their campsite. She could see the full moon peeking up over the hills' crown of trees, and she saw the moon try on clouds like masks.\n\n\tIt was very pretty, but it spooked her. She considered trying to fall asleep again, but the pressure in her tummy convinced her. She slipped out of her sleeping bag and into the chill air... and to think it had been sunny and hot just yesterday.\n\n\tStanding above her mother, the moonlight washing around the little seven-year-old, the kit huddled in what warmth her fur still trapped. Her scrawny panties (for her big butt) wouldn't keep her warm, and her night-shirt? The shirt didn't even cover her belly, and was so snug it must have thought it was a training bra. It had a cartoon mascot on it of a squirrel-girl holding two big acorns proudly exclaiming, ``I just love BIG NUTS!''\n\n\tThe scantily clad kit shook her mother. ``Momma? C'mon, I gotta go pee.''\n\n\t``Hmm? Then go...''\n\n\t``But it's dark and cold...''\n\n\t``Momma can't get up right now, honey...''\n\n\t``But...''\n\n\t``Just do it yourself, c'mon, Momma's sleeping...''\n\n\tAmberlina tensed and sniffled. She looked longingly at her sleeping bag - she wanted to be in that snug, tight fit... and warm... She braced herself and slipped her paws into some fox-fitting slippers, and stepped out into the campground.\n\n\tFor a moment it felt less scary, seeing the world look like a storybook come to life, all because of the ghost-light of the moon. She looked up at it and smiled, before the wind sent a chill through her, and she realized how... exposed she was... she could almost see bad things coming out... any little copse of trees!\n\n\tWhimpering, she took a roll of eco-toilet paper and ran off for the tree she'd been using. She listened to the nearby brook, and the rustle of the wind in the trees, rustling high up on the craggy hills. As she peed, heat escaped her body and she shivered from it. All the mist made her fantasize of a warm, comforting bath, and she couldn't wait to get back to her sleeping bag...\n\n\tBONK-NK-NK-NK!\n\n\t\n\n\tAmberlina almost jumped out of her skin! Where had it come from? It sounded far away, but she couldn't tell if it was from up or down the road...\n\n\tThese hills... It messed with her hearing. ``Someone kicked a pot or something,'' she told herself, breathing hard. ``No like, monsters or anything.''\n\n\tShe resumed her business, finished up, and went back to her sleeping bag, telling herself that someone at a nearby site must have gotten out of their tent. Things were fine...\n\n\tShe felt exhilarated when she slipped back into her bag, snuggling up into her own fur, her own heat, and forgetting all about her silly fears - instead, feeling like she'd had an adventure. She said goodnight to the Moon and zipped up the window. As she drifted off to sleep, she fantasized she was leaving the tent, now also a giant house, and looking up to see that it was daytime - but the Moon was still up in the sky...\n\n\tShe wanted to get there...\n\n\tPurring fast asleep in her bag, Amberlina remained at peace as a tall, slightly curvy shadow climbed the outside of the tent. Footsteps followed this herald, as the shadow became darker, and defined, and close... The figure bent over slightly, as if trying to see through the canvas walls... Their ears perked at the sound of Amberlina's breathing, and they sniffed loudly.\n\n\tThen, the figure grunted, and something big dangled off the silhouette. Their hand was upon it, and the grass rustled as something dripped down to the ground.\n\n\tThe cock's shadow moved first, bouncing for the tent's door. The figure's hand followed second, exploring the flap for the zipper, and gently dragging it up and open. The figure hesitated before entering - but their cock did not...\n\n\tThe trouser-snake slid in head first, still coming to erection, but with enough blood to sniff out for the delicious prey. Inch by inch, the cock invaded the safety of the females' chamber, and the balls groaned and rumbled behind the tent-opening with honest intention.\n\n\tThe predator slipped inside.\n\n\tAmberlina was so buried in her sleeping bag that only her ears showed. Her mother, conversely, had thrown open her bag. Her torso and firm mounds graciously collected the moonlight spilling in after the predator, giving a sheen to the white belly of the orange-furred fox. The predator noticed the empty bottle.\n\n\tMore confident, the pred strolled between the two bags as a colossus between two fragile worlds of sleep. Their bouncing cock led the way, pre dripping onto the canvas floor. The shadowed pred stood in front of Amberlina's head, the cock hanging down as if it had failed to erect - except for sudden, powerful pulses that seemed to almost vibrate the air...\n\n\tIn her dream, the small fox stared up at the Moon, and jumped! Each time she did, she got higher and higher, until she could hover in the air. Like jumping in water, she slowly managed to ascend, until she got the hang of it, and shot ever higher. ``I'm coming!'' she said, thinking with dream-logic. She was excited to take a bath on the Moon, the Moon could be her Momma now, and she won't have to figure out how to start a fire and help nurse her Momma back to health like yesterday! But for some reason, the Moon was impossibly far away... It almost seemed to shrink away from her, even as she sailed faster and faster, right into space...\n\n\tThe pred's balls gurgled. The foxes' ears perked at the sound, but they stirred no further. The pred slowly bent their knees, their balls settling onto the floor, their cock sprawling out toward the girl. The flesh of their cock-tip pulsed and bounced, reminiscent of a dog sniffing for something. The cock lurched across the floor toward Amberlina's flicking ears, the rest of her still and oblivious even as the drooling maw found her... and suckled.\n\n\tHer ears were wet, and at first she wondered why. She knew she was out in space, or thought she knew that, but she suddenly realized there were clouds out here, soft light-blue ones and hard to see, like when clouds move in front of the full moon. She shivered from the moisture.\n\n\tThen, she seemed to stop... Frustrated, she tried jumping, but her head seemed to press against a firm, invisible force... She focused on the Moon, wishing, wishing...\n\n\t``I'm supposed to come, I want to come! I'm trying!'' She wished and wished and wished... when suddenly, she felt something suck on her! She gasped, and it felt like space was warping and pulling on her... was... was this like being teleported?\n\n\tIt must have been...! Everything she'd thought the experience should be like, started: She was suddenly moving very fast, so fast stars whizzed past her until they were strands of light, and she felt the worm-hole gripping her head and pulling the rest of her into the bent space-time... and with so much energy to this miraculous phenomenon, she didn't feel quite so cold anymore... She felt sweaty even...\n\n\tThe predator breathed harder, rubbing their enormous testicles as if they were sore, and they grumbled as if they were... but the patient pred knew satisfaction was coming. The cock drooled across the cub's face, almost kissing her cranium before it yawned wide and slipped over her. She jerked as her airflow was disrupted, but she only rolled over onto her other side, pivoting inside her sleeping bag, and inside the pred's cock. The pred grunted from the sensation, pushing a fat wad of pre-cum down over the girl's shoulders. The cock-tip audibly suckled on the kit, the mother's ears flicking with each sound.\n\n\tThe pred ate without worry, licking their lips and panting as the pleasure grew. Their cock grew too, getting fatter and bigger as more blood was sent down to their sex. Their cock-head was shaped like the fox's, but that detail slowly softened as the cock expanded. The feeding erection pushed down into the sleeping bag, and started eating her shoulders.\n\n\tThe smell had led this cock to their prey, but the shadowed invader was curious about the rest of her. The pred unzipped Amberlina's sleeping bag... The sight of her alone made the pred's balls grumble as loud as a person normally talks.\n\n\t``Keep it down...'' Cedar fussed, her head flopping to the other side.\n\n\tThe shadowed pred looked at her, not with alarm, but with curiosity. The pred smacked their lips as their stomach growled too... But they turned their focus back to the prey-at-hand (or cock), and loomed over the girl, hands and knees surrounding Amberlina like a cage.\n\n\tGlulk, glulk. The predator was in enough pleasure that their body rippled, and drool fell from their lips and cock. The light was dim, but they'd seen her night-shirt... The scarlet fox was delicious, flavor and sexual pleasure mixing, and her texture. Petite, slight-of-frame, yet with a plump butt and luxurious, full tail...\n\n\tShe was going to melt like a s'more in those churning balls...\n\n\tAs the cock gulped up her shoulders and her `I just love BIG NUTS!' shirt, Amberlina slipped ever faster through dream-space. The tight pressure and suction reminded her of the description of teleportation from a book about wizards she'd read, so rather than feeling afraid, she felt elated. She was really doing it, she was teleporting! The whooshing of air rushing past her caused her no dissonance, even as it sounded so much like noisome licking and slopping. It was so warm now...\n\n\tShe looked up and saw a palace on the moon, and a great, immense stone patio with a misting, pool-sized hot-spring... She was almost there; she could feel the warm mist on her already! She smiled and let her hands slip between her thighs. Her tail wagged.\n\n\tSlowly, the pred's cock replaced Amberlina's sleeping bag, pulling her up into the pred's crotch and out of her cozy bed. Her sweet, innocent scent lingered inside the bag, and as it perfumed the air, the pred could feel the scent on their cockhead. The young vixen disappeared into that lewd, self-serving phallus in loud glucks and shllrrups! And yet the mother slept.\n\n\tThe pred crooned, arching their back as they humped down onto their prey - the cub's head was entering their hips. They gasped from the pleasure, feeling their prostate squeezed by the passing prey. Her little muzzle was angled down for those churning orbs, only her pert butt stood in the predator's way.\n\n\tThe predator turned their face down to look over the delicate curve of each buttcheek, licking their lips as they appreciated how... foodlike an ass like that was. Her panties were saturated in the same smell, and the pred could smell her underdeveloped pheromones like a bouquet of flowers. Her panties were too small, but made of glossy silk, and the moonlight coming through the tent-door danced on the surface.\n\n\tIt was as if the Moon was kissing the cub's sweet butt goodbye. Balancing on one arm, the pred took a handful of cub-ass, and gave a firm push...\n\n\tAmberlina gasped as her face finally hit the pool. The water was... thick, almost oily. It foamed so much that it seemed pure white, and gloopy. She punched through the surface and down into the hot-spring, her senses overloading - she almost became lucid, her mind realizing, `Wow, this feels so real!' before she surrendered her agency to the dream's narrative. The water was so thick that she became lost in it, spinning like a wheel through the murk and helpless to find the surface...\n\n\tBut it was so warm...\n\n\tThe prey's face, visible once more, bulged out the back of the pred's sack. Her small nose slid around inside, before subducting as her shoulders slid in too. Her head filled the pred's nuts, as their cockhead filled with her ass. The pred paused, panting and clawing at the tent-floor, cock spasming from the flavor and texture. Such a small, tender sample of vixen-veal, firmly locked in their sensitive cock-gullet... They could finish her now, if they wanted...\n\n\tThe predator endured, and played the long game. With a deep breath, the pred up-righted and sat back, their legs cradling their filling balls. Their cock rested atop the struggling sac; the little kit's legs kicked and jerked as the pred jerked themselves off, gulping the kid away. Their cock and balls heaved and pulsed with each gulp, a practiced motion of an experienced pred. Amberlina curled into a ball inside, and it wasn't until her feet and puffy fox-tail were all that remained, that she was able to push into the small bit of air waiting for her in the sperm-filled casks.\n\n\tThe sleeping cub inhaled the musky air, coughing and fidgeting inside. Her ears huddled against her head, her brow furrowed, her eyes shut tight. Streamers of cum oozed down on her from the ceiling, and more welled up around her head, as if she was squeezing it out of the flesh with her weight. Her tiny nipples were just above the surface of the cum-pool, but the rising tide soon overtook them.\n\n\tIn her dream, she had trouble breathing, even as she broke up from the pool of moon-water. Thick peaks of bubbly foam wobbled around her, as if this was one giant bubble-bath, but the water felt rich and had this wonderful texture she couldn't quite understand... not oily, not buttery... almost kind of sticky...? \n\n\tThe pool was so warm that the cold lunar air couldn't compete with the steam, and the thick humid air was sticking to her lungs the way this moon-water stuck to her fur... The foamy, white water was hard to swim through - it was thicker than water, but she felt herself sinking... she couldn't quite float!\n\n\tThe pred's balls groaned, squeezing in on the small prey. The clutching walls rubbed her dissolving shirt right off, and left the fur on one side of her face shorter. A thick, lazy strand of cum dripped onto her head, and sloughed away entire locks of hair. The girl's toes flexed outside the drooling cum-slit, her little puffy white tail-tip wiggling...\n\n\t``FFuuuck,'' the pred whispered... and swallowed.\n\n\tGllulk.\n\n\t\n\n\tAll done, all safe, safe and snug inside their cock. She wasn't a little girl anymore... now she was cock-food.\n\n\tThe pred's bouncing, erect cock lifted and slapped against their body, each bounce timed with a powerful gulp. Amberlina's legs slid down like a gulp of water, and then the girl was nice and bunched up inside those big nuts she loves so much. The pred's nuts loved her back, groaning and rumbling as the fox's juices soaked into the pred's sex, empowering them. Digesting the cub like this provided them with real nutrition, but the pleasure...!\n\n\tThe predator's labored breath competed against the churning orbs, slowly nuzzling the fox into a smaller, less certain shape. Cedar slept on, but the pred stared at her again, and rubbed their comparatively empty stomach... They suckled on their own spit, imagining those moonlit, mature tits inside their predatory body.\n\n\t``Mmmph!''\n\n\tThe pred returned their attention to their churning orbs, the cub squirming inside... A faint, weak back and forth motion was inside, where the cub was sitting...\n\n\tIn her dream, Amberlina felt the foamy waves of moon-water cover her... She worried if she would suffocate, but her nose seemed to just... breathe through it. As the thick, sticky fluid filled her up, she felt no panic but instead a feeling of relief, as if this thick liquid contained more oxygen than air itself! She felt at peace, and let herself sink to the bottom. She was safe and warm on the Moon - she had nothing against the rain, but she was ready to be around warm water again after such a chilly night. At peace, she casually gulped the broth into her tummy, and let her curious hands cup and rub at the sensitive petals between her legs...\n\n\tHer physical form mirrored her dream-self, and it only accelerated her digestion. Yesterday she was a playful ball of energy on a camping trip with her alcoholic mother, and tomorrow she'll be lucky if the pred can remember her from a lifetime of ejaculations - but now, she was just meat. Digesting meat. The cum replaced her fur the way the cock had replaced her sleeping bag, and her masturbating hands and swallowing mouth only helped the semen get in deep, sizzling through sacs and mucous membranes. It bubbled up out of her nose and sloughed the flesh away, exposing her skull, inch by inch. She showed no signs of pain, even wagging her tail in playful bursts, before it shook itself to pieces. Cum cleaved into her joints, and the girl began to seize and shake as her hard-working heart helped the ooze creep into her brain...\n\n\tSo relaxed, so peaceful, and her loins felt so amazing and sensitive and raw... `This is wonderful... I could just...' she thought, feeling sleepy, distant... She did not worry she was underwater, because the Moon wanted her to come, and she came, and now she just wanted this white stuff to wash away her stress and body and even her thoughts, and get a good, long sleep.\n\n\tThe last sensation she felt was her little cunny spasm and wetten, before her last experience as a woman was digested into hot, masculine nut-sauce. Her yawning skeleton slowly lost posture, and crumbled, bones swirling in a hodge-podge. The churning, groping walls shuffled her skeleton like a puzzle, and the feel and sound egged on the predator...\n\n\tThey wanted to cum, that was something the pred and prey had in common...\n\n\tThe predator wanted more of the succulent girl, but there was nothing left to be had - except for the sleeping bag... Licking their chops, the predator zipped the sleeping back up around their cock, truly replacing the child... They grasped the bag and moved it up and down their child-swallowing cock.\n\n\tThey gasped... The cub's sweet scent was thick in the bag from days of sleeping in it, sweating into it. The scent of the deceased soaked into their cock-skin and stimulated them. Their cock-slit drooled into the bottom of the bag, heaving from the stress, the pleasure. The pulsing, greedy cock acted as if it was licking the last oils and sauces off of a plate, driving the dick wild with the full reality of what it had done to that delectable vixen treat.\n\n\tAs the pred got closer and closer, the churning balls revealed the bones inside with each squeeze, and the gasping, shuddering pred could feel something already sneaking up their spout... Then, full satisfaction came, and the first hot jet of digested fox gushed into the sleeping bag. Hrrrspllllt! The pred's gasps were unrepressed, full body bellowing pants. The clatter of the bones was enough to startle Cedar, who snorted and rolled away from the source of sound.\n\n\t``Damn... antlers, noisy,'' she slurred.\n\n\tThe pred could hardly focus on anything other than their cock-spasms, the silky feeling of fox-infused semen, and the smooth, exciting shapes of the bones flowing up out of their balls. Spurt by spurt, vertebrae and hips and panties and ribs filled the sleeping bag, returning the warmed rested vixen to where the pred found her, only she had nothing to worry about anymore, or ever again.\n\n\tThe clatter quieted, moving from the muffled maracas the bones made in the pred's balls, to the gentle driftwood bonking inside the sleeping bag. The zipper hardly leaked, and the bag contained her almost as well as a condom could have - still, there was so much, that by the time the pred was finishing, a lot was slopping over the bag's opening.\n\n\t\n\n\tThe pred's balls returned to normal, and the only bulge left was the skull working up their cock. They pulled their dick out of the overfilled bag, their cumslit bulging with the little girl's skull, muzzle first. Cum rushed out of the eye sockets before the skull popped out, and sank down into the sleeping bag...\n\n\tSatisfied, the predator propped the bag up on the child's suitcase, so that the cum and bones might not leak all over the floor, and stood up. The cock almost seemed to pant, hard-worked but oh so satisfied. It was soaked in cum, and still sensitive. The predator decided to leave the mother with a little something, perhaps a conversation starter if they return for her in the morning.\n\n\tDick in hand, the predator worked their sensitive, slimy shlong and jacked the last dribbles of cum out onto her exposed belly, but the pred didn't stop until they reached another quick, mild, happy climax...\n\n\tSplut... splut... splut...\n\n\tThe pred left seven thick, glistening ropes for her, shot right onto her exposed, moonlit tits... The predator licked their lips and made a gesture of farewell, and slid back out into the night...\n\n\tMorning came and went the same way the pred came and went, and each time Cedar became half-awake, she thanked the gods that Amberlina had managed to sleep-in. She felt dizzy and sick, but it was a familiar feeling, one she could power through if it weren't getting so humid in here. Did the forest always smell this musky? She blinked as she opened her eyes, the sun stinging her dehydrated brain.\n\n\tHer stomach growled, and she smacked her lips. She fumbled around for her water bottle, found it, then abandoned it in favor of looking for her Jack bottle.\n\n\t\n\n\t``Fuck, it's empty...'' she sighed and sat up. She let the nausea settle, before realizing that there was a weird... feeling on her chest, like something was... oh.\n\n\tSomething sticky was absolutely drying on her chest... ``What the fuck... that can't be...'' She'd had her fair share of pearl necklaces, the only ones she could afford really, but she dipped her fingers into the valley of her chest, where some cum had stayed moist, and licked it off her fingers.\n\n\tShe cringed, smacking her lips. ``That's cum alright... good cum, fuck... Amberlina did someone come in - ''\n\n\tThat's when she noticed Amberlina's bag. It was propped up against the case, but full... ``Amberlina don't ignore me,'' Cedar grunted and shook the back. It jostled and wobbled, almost like gelatin.\n\n\t``Amberlina what kind of game are you - '' she began, grabbing the bag. She tried to pull it towards her, but her hand recoiled as something wet and sticky caught her fingers and followed in a long streamer...\n\n\tCedar barely had time to appreciate that it was semen, before the bag lost balanced and fell over... and spilled its contents. An entire biology lesson's worth of bones drifted out, the skull tumbling on itself in the cascade, spilling out onto Cedar's lap from the flood. Her eyes were wide as she saw the cum flood the entire tent, until white bones and white splooge were everywhere.\n\n\tThe shock of realizing her daughter was dead sobered her up, but as reality set in all she could think of was how she'd have to make her own breakfast now... and fuck that. ``Dammit Amberlina, why'd you have to go and get yourself nutted you slutty brat...''\n\n\tShe rubbed her temples - she was getting too old for this. She stared at the sleeping bag for a moment, before pulling it over to herself and looking inside... Amberlina's night-shirt and hips were still inside, along with a gallon of batter... She took her empty liquor bottle and filled it up, then drained the bottle.\n\n\tHer stomach quieted. ``I'll clean this mess when I'm not hungover...'' she said and promptly went back to sleep.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A Better Sleeping Bag

**May It Stay In Fiction**

\tAmberlina awoke to the sound of her mother's snoring, and the disappointing weight of a full bladder. She'd been having a nice dream, and now she couldn't remember it. Something warm and soothing... She twisted up and out of her sleeping bag, some of her humid body heat escaping - she was hardly dressed. Pale moonlight illuminated the tent-wall, and she could see that her mother had finished the Jack Daniels bottle. The scarlet vixen rubbed her eye.

\t``Momma?''

\tHer mother snored on.

\t``Momma, I gotta pee...''

\tAmberlina waited a moment, but nothing. She whimpered and rubbed her arms, the chill starting to get to her. She unzipped the canvas covering the window and peered out through the bug net... The grass still looked wet out across the knoll they'd set up on. Mist crawled across the grass, and the wind whispered in the high hogbacks that framed their campsite. She could see the full moon peeking up over the hills' crown of trees, and she saw the moon try on clouds like masks.

\tIt was very pretty, but it spooked her. She considered trying to fall asleep again, but the pressure in her tummy convinced her. She slipped out of her sleeping bag and into the chill air... and to think it had been sunny and hot just yesterday.

\tStanding above her mother, the moonlight washing around the little seven-year-old, the kit huddled in what warmth her fur still trapped. Her scrawny panties (for her big butt) wouldn't keep her warm, and her night-shirt? The shirt didn't even cover her belly, and was so snug it must have thought it was a training bra. It had a cartoon mascot on it of a squirrel-girl holding two big acorns proudly exclaiming, ``I just love BIG NUTS!''

\tThe scantily clad kit shook her mother. ``Momma? C'mon, I gotta go pee.''

\t``Hmm? Then go...''

\t``But it's dark and cold...''

\t``Momma can't get up right now, honey...''

\t``But...''

\t``Just do it yourself, c'mon, Momma's sleeping...''

\tAmberlina tensed and sniffled. She looked longingly at her sleeping bag - she wanted to be in that snug, tight fit... and warm... She braced herself and slipped her paws into some fox-fitting slippers, and stepped out into the campground.

\tFor a moment it felt less scary, seeing the world look like a storybook come to life, all because of the ghost-light of the moon. She looked up at it and smiled, before the wind sent a chill through her, and she realized how... exposed she was... she could almost see bad things coming out... any little copse of trees!

\tWhimpering, she took a roll of eco-toilet paper and ran off for the tree she'd been using. She listened to the nearby brook, and the rustle of the wind in the trees, rustling high up on the craggy hills. As she peed, heat escaped her body and she shivered from it. All the mist made her fantasize of a warm, comforting bath, and she couldn't wait to get back to her sleeping bag...

\tBONK-NK-NK-NK!

\t

\tAmberlina almost jumped out of her skin! Where had it come from? It sounded far away, but she couldn't tell if it was from up or down the road...

\tThese hills... It messed with her hearing. ``Someone kicked a pot or something,'' she told herself, breathing hard. ``No like, monsters or anything.''

\tShe resumed her business, finished up, and went back to her sleeping bag, telling herself that someone at a nearby site must have gotten out of their tent. Things were fine...

\tShe felt exhilarated when she slipped back into her bag, snuggling up into her own fur, her own heat, and forgetting all about her silly fears - instead, feeling like she'd had an adventure. She said goodnight to the Moon and zipped up the window. As she drifted off to sleep, she fantasized she was leaving the tent, now also a giant house, and looking up to see that it was daytime - but the Moon was still up in the sky...

\tShe wanted to get there...

\tPurring fast asleep in her bag, Amberlina remained at peace as a tall, slightly curvy shadow climbed the outside of the tent. Footsteps followed this herald, as the shadow became darker, and defined, and close... The figure bent over slightly, as if trying to see through the canvas walls... Their ears perked at the sound of Amberlina's breathing, and they sniffed loudly.

\tThen, the figure grunted, and something big dangled off the silhouette. Their hand was upon it, and the grass rustled as something dripped down to the ground.

\tThe cock's shadow moved first, bouncing for the tent's door. The figure's hand followed second, exploring the flap for the zipper, and gently dragging it up and open. The figure hesitated before entering - but their cock did not...

\tThe trouser-snake slid in head first, still coming to erection, but with enough blood to sniff out for the delicious prey. Inch by inch, the cock invaded the safety of the females' chamber, and the balls groaned and rumbled behind the tent-opening with honest intention.

\tThe predator slipped inside.

\tAmberlina was so buried in her sleeping bag that only her ears showed. Her mother, conversely, had thrown open her bag. Her torso and firm mounds graciously collected the moonlight spilling in after the predator, giving a sheen to the white belly of the orange-furred fox. The predator noticed the empty bottle.

\tMore confident, the pred strolled between the two bags as a colossus between two fragile worlds of sleep. Their bouncing cock led the way, pre dripping onto the canvas floor. The shadowed pred stood in front of Amberlina's head, the cock hanging down as if it had failed to erect - except for sudden, powerful pulses that seemed to almost vibrate the air...

\tIn her dream, the small fox stared up at the Moon, and jumped! Each time she did, she got higher and higher, until she could hover in the air. Like jumping in water, she slowly managed to ascend, until she got the hang of it, and shot ever higher. ``I'm coming!'' she said, thinking with dream-logic. She was excited to take a bath on the Moon, the Moon could be her Momma now, and she won't have to figure out how to start a fire and help nurse her Momma back to health like yesterday! But for some reason, the Moon was impossibly far away... It almost seemed to shrink away from her, even as she sailed faster and faster, right into space...

\tThe pred's balls gurgled. The foxes' ears perked at the sound, but they stirred no further. The pred slowly bent their knees, their balls settling onto the floor, their cock sprawling out toward the girl. The flesh of their cock-tip pulsed and bounced, reminiscent of a dog sniffing for something. The cock lurched across the floor toward Amberlina's flicking ears, the rest of her still and oblivious even as the drooling maw found her... and suckled.

\tHer ears were wet, and at first she wondered why. She knew she was out in space, or thought she knew that, but she suddenly realized there were clouds out here, soft light-blue ones and hard to see, like when clouds move in front of the full moon. She shivered from the moisture.

\tThen, she seemed to stop... Frustrated, she tried jumping, but her head seemed to press against a firm, invisible force... She focused on the Moon, wishing, wishing...

\t``I'm supposed to come, I want to come! I'm trying!'' She wished and wished and wished... when suddenly, she felt something suck on her! She gasped, and it felt like space was warping and pulling on her... was... was this like being teleported?

\tIt must have been...! Everything she'd thought the experience should be like, started: She was suddenly moving very fast, so fast stars whizzed past her until they were strands of light, and she felt the worm-hole gripping her head and pulling the rest of her into the bent space-time... and with so much energy to this miraculous phenomenon, she didn't feel quite so cold anymore... She felt sweaty even...

\tThe predator breathed harder, rubbing their enormous testicles as if they were sore, and they grumbled as if they were... but the patient pred knew satisfaction was coming. The cock drooled across the cub's face, almost kissing her cranium before it yawned wide and slipped over her. She jerked as her airflow was disrupted, but she only rolled over onto her other side, pivoting inside her sleeping bag, and inside the pred's cock. The pred grunted from the sensation, pushing a fat wad of pre-cum down over the girl's shoulders. The cock-tip audibly suckled on the kit, the mother's ears flicking with each sound.

\tThe pred ate without worry, licking their lips and panting as the pleasure grew. Their cock grew too, getting fatter and bigger as more blood was sent down to their sex. Their cock-head was shaped like the fox's, but that detail slowly softened as the cock expanded. The feeding erection pushed down into the sleeping bag, and started eating her shoulders.

\tThe smell had led this cock to their prey, but the shadowed invader was curious about the rest of her. The pred unzipped Amberlina's sleeping bag... The sight of her alone made the pred's balls grumble as loud as a person normally talks.

\t``Keep it down...'' Cedar fussed, her head flopping to the other side.

\tThe shadowed pred looked at her, not with alarm, but with curiosity. The pred smacked their lips as their stomach growled too... But they turned their focus back to the prey-at-hand (or cock), and loomed over the girl, hands and knees surrounding Amberlina like a cage.

\tGlulk, glulk. The predator was in enough pleasure that their body rippled, and drool fell from their lips and cock. The light was dim, but they'd seen her night-shirt... The scarlet fox was delicious, flavor and sexual pleasure mixing, and her texture. Petite, slight-of-frame, yet with a plump butt and luxurious, full tail...

\tShe was going to melt like a s'more in those churning balls...

\tAs the cock gulped up her shoulders and her `I just love BIG NUTS!' shirt, Amberlina slipped ever faster through dream-space. The tight pressure and suction reminded her of the description of teleportation from a book about wizards she'd read, so rather than feeling afraid, she felt elated. She was really doing it, she was teleporting! The whooshing of air rushing past her caused her no dissonance, even as it sounded so much like noisome licking and slopping. It was so warm now...

\tShe looked up and saw a palace on the moon, and a great, immense stone patio with a misting, pool-sized hot-spring... She was almost there; she could feel the warm mist on her already! She smiled and let her hands slip between her thighs. Her tail wagged.

\tSlowly, the pred's cock replaced Amberlina's sleeping bag, pulling her up into the pred's crotch and out of her cozy bed. Her sweet, innocent scent lingered inside the bag, and as it perfumed the air, the pred could feel the scent on their cockhead. The young vixen disappeared into that lewd, self-serving phallus in loud glucks and shllrrups! And yet the mother slept.

\tThe pred crooned, arching their back as they humped down onto their prey - the cub's head was entering their hips. They gasped from the pleasure, feeling their prostate squeezed by the passing prey. Her little muzzle was angled down for those churning orbs, only her pert butt stood in the predator's way.

\tThe predator turned their face down to look over the delicate curve of each buttcheek, licking their lips as they appreciated how... foodlike an ass like that was. Her panties were saturated in the same smell, and the pred could smell her underdeveloped pheromones like a bouquet of flowers. Her panties were too small, but made of glossy silk, and the moonlight coming through the tent-door danced on the surface.

\tIt was as if the Moon was kissing the cub's sweet butt goodbye. Balancing on one arm, the pred took a handful of cub-ass, and gave a firm push...

\tAmberlina gasped as her face finally hit the pool. The water was... thick, almost oily. It foamed so much that it seemed pure white, and gloopy. She punched through the surface and down into the hot-spring, her senses overloading - she almost became lucid, her mind realizing, `Wow, this feels so real!' before she surrendered her agency to the dream's narrative. The water was so thick that she became lost in it, spinning like a wheel through the murk and helpless to find the surface...

\tBut it was so warm...

\tThe prey's face, visible once more, bulged out the back of the pred's sack. Her small nose slid around inside, before subducting as her shoulders slid in too. Her head filled the pred's nuts, as their cockhead filled with her ass. The pred paused, panting and clawing at the tent-floor, cock spasming from the flavor and texture. Such a small, tender sample of vixen-veal, firmly locked in their sensitive cock-gullet... They could finish her now, if they wanted...

\tThe predator endured, and played the long game. With a deep breath, the pred up-righted and sat back, their legs cradling their filling balls. Their cock rested atop the struggling sac; the little kit's legs kicked and jerked as the pred jerked themselves off, gulping the kid away. Their cock and balls heaved and pulsed with each gulp, a practiced motion of an experienced pred. Amberlina curled into a ball inside, and it wasn't until her feet and puffy fox-tail were all that remained, that she was able to push into the small bit of air waiting for her in the sperm-filled casks.

\tThe sleeping cub inhaled the musky air, coughing and fidgeting inside. Her ears huddled against her head, her brow furrowed, her eyes shut tight. Streamers of cum oozed down on her from the ceiling, and more welled up around her head, as if she was squeezing it out of the flesh with her weight. Her tiny nipples were just above the surface of the cum-pool, but the rising tide soon overtook them.

\tIn her dream, she had trouble breathing, even as she broke up from the pool of moon-water. Thick peaks of bubbly foam wobbled around her, as if this was one giant bubble-bath, but the water felt rich and had this wonderful texture she couldn't quite understand... not oily, not buttery... almost kind of sticky...?

\tThe pool was so warm that the cold lunar air couldn't compete with the steam, and the thick humid air was sticking to her lungs the way this moon-water stuck to her fur... The foamy, white water was hard to swim through - it was thicker than water, but she felt herself sinking... she couldn't quite float!

\tThe pred's balls groaned, squeezing in on the small prey. The clutching walls rubbed her dissolving shirt right off, and left the fur on one side of her face shorter. A thick, lazy strand of cum dripped onto her head, and sloughed away entire locks of hair. The girl's toes flexed outside the drooling cum-slit, her little puffy white tail-tip wiggling...

\t``FFuuuck,'' the pred whispered... and swallowed.

\tGllulk.

\t

\tAll done, all safe, safe and snug inside their cock. She wasn't a little girl anymore... now she was cock-food.

\tThe pred's bouncing, erect cock lifted and slapped against their body, each bounce timed with a powerful gulp. Amberlina's legs slid down like a gulp of water, and then the girl was nice and bunched up inside those big nuts she loves so much. The pred's nuts loved her back, groaning and rumbling as the fox's juices soaked into the pred's sex, empowering them. Digesting the cub like this provided them with real nutrition, but the pleasure...!

\tThe predator's labored breath competed against the churning orbs, slowly nuzzling the fox into a smaller, less certain shape. Cedar slept on, but the pred stared at her again, and rubbed their comparatively empty stomach... They suckled on their own spit, imagining those moonlit, mature tits inside their predatory body.

\t``Mmmph!''

\tThe pred returned their attention to their churning orbs, the cub squirming inside... A faint, weak back and forth motion was inside, where the cub was sitting...

\tIn her dream, Amberlina felt the foamy waves of moon-water cover her... She worried if she would suffocate, but her nose seemed to just... breathe through it. As the thick, sticky fluid filled her up, she felt no panic but instead a feeling of relief, as if this thick liquid contained more oxygen than air itself! She felt at peace, and let herself sink to the bottom. She was safe and warm on the Moon - she had nothing against the rain, but she was ready to be around warm water again after such a chilly night. At peace, she casually gulped the broth into her tummy, and let her curious hands cup and rub at the sensitive petals between her legs...

\tHer physical form mirrored her dream-self, and it only accelerated her digestion. Yesterday she was a playful ball of energy on a camping trip with her alcoholic mother, and tomorrow she'll be lucky if the pred can remember her from a lifetime of ejaculations - but now, she was just meat. Digesting meat. The cum replaced her fur the way the cock had replaced her sleeping bag, and her masturbating hands and swallowing mouth only helped the semen get in deep, sizzling through sacs and mucous membranes. It bubbled up out of her nose and sloughed the flesh away, exposing her skull, inch by inch. She showed no signs of pain, even wagging her tail in playful bursts, before it shook itself to pieces. Cum cleaved into her joints, and the girl began to seize and shake as her hard-working heart helped the ooze creep into her brain...

\tSo relaxed, so peaceful, and her loins felt so amazing and sensitive and raw... `This is wonderful... I could just...' she thought, feeling sleepy, distant... She did not worry she was underwater, because the Moon wanted her to come, and she came, and now she just wanted this white stuff to wash away her stress and body and even her thoughts, and get a good, long sleep.

\tThe last sensation she felt was her little cunny spasm and wetten, before her last experience as a woman was digested into hot, masculine nut-sauce. Her yawning skeleton slowly lost posture, and crumbled, bones swirling in a hodge-podge. The churning, groping walls shuffled her skeleton like a puzzle, and the feel and sound egged on the predator...

\tThey wanted to cum, that was something the pred and prey had in common...

\tThe predator wanted more of the succulent girl, but there was nothing left to be had - except for the sleeping bag... Licking their chops, the predator zipped the sleeping back up around their cock, truly replacing the child... They grasped the bag and moved it up and down their child-swallowing cock.

\tThey gasped... The cub's sweet scent was thick in the bag from days of sleeping in it, sweating into it. The scent of the deceased soaked into their cock-skin and stimulated them. Their cock-slit drooled into the bottom of the bag, heaving from the stress, the pleasure. The pulsing, greedy cock acted as if it was licking the last oils and sauces off of a plate, driving the dick wild with the full reality of what it had done to that delectable vixen treat.

\tAs the pred got closer and closer, the churning balls revealed the bones inside with each squeeze, and the gasping, shuddering pred could feel something already sneaking up their spout... Then, full satisfaction came, and the first hot jet of digested fox gushed into the sleeping bag. Hrrrspllllt! The pred's gasps were unrepressed, full body bellowing pants. The clatter of the bones was enough to startle Cedar, who snorted and rolled away from the source of sound.

\t``Damn... antlers, noisy,'' she slurred.

\tThe pred could hardly focus on anything other than their cock-spasms, the silky feeling of fox-infused semen, and the smooth, exciting shapes of the bones flowing up out of their balls. Spurt by spurt, vertebrae and hips and panties and ribs filled the sleeping bag, returning the warmed rested vixen to where the pred found her, only she had nothing to worry about anymore, or ever again.

\tThe clatter quieted, moving from the muffled maracas the bones made in the pred's balls, to the gentle driftwood bonking inside the sleeping bag. The zipper hardly leaked, and the bag contained her almost as well as a condom could have - still, there was so much, that by the time the pred was finishing, a lot was slopping over the bag's opening.

\t

\tThe pred's balls returned to normal, and the only bulge left was the skull working up their cock. They pulled their dick out of the overfilled bag, their cumslit bulging with the little girl's skull, muzzle first. Cum rushed out of the eye sockets before the skull popped out, and sank down into the sleeping bag...

\tSatisfied, the predator propped the bag up on the child's suitcase, so that the cum and bones might not leak all over the floor, and stood up. The cock almost seemed to pant, hard-worked but oh so satisfied. It was soaked in cum, and still sensitive. The predator decided to leave the mother with a little something, perhaps a conversation starter if they return for her in the morning.

\tDick in hand, the predator worked their sensitive, slimy shlong and jacked the last dribbles of cum out onto her exposed belly, but the pred didn't stop until they reached another quick, mild, happy climax...

\tSplut... splut... splut...

\tThe pred left seven thick, glistening ropes for her, shot right onto her exposed, moonlit tits... The predator licked their lips and made a gesture of farewell, and slid back out into the night...

\tMorning came and went the same way the pred came and went, and each time Cedar became half-awake, she thanked the gods that Amberlina had managed to sleep-in. She felt dizzy and sick, but it was a familiar feeling, one she could power through if it weren't getting so humid in here. Did the forest always smell this musky? She blinked as she opened her eyes, the sun stinging her dehydrated brain.

\tHer stomach growled, and she smacked her lips. She fumbled around for her water bottle, found it, then abandoned it in favor of looking for her Jack bottle.

\t

\t``Fuck, it's empty...'' she sighed and sat up. She let the nausea settle, before realizing that there was a weird... feeling on her chest, like something was... oh.

\tSomething sticky was absolutely drying on her chest... ``What the fuck... that can't be...'' She'd had her fair share of pearl necklaces, the only ones she could afford really, but she dipped her fingers into the valley of her chest, where some cum had stayed moist, and licked it off her fingers.

\tShe cringed, smacking her lips. ``That's cum alright... good cum, fuck... Amberlina did someone come in - ''

\tThat's when she noticed Amberlina's bag. It was propped up against the case, but full... ``Amberlina don't ignore me,'' Cedar grunted and shook the back. It jostled and wobbled, almost like gelatin.

\t``Amberlina what kind of game are you - '' she began, grabbing the bag. She tried to pull it towards her, but her hand recoiled as something wet and sticky caught her fingers and followed in a long streamer...

\tCedar barely had time to appreciate that it was semen, before the bag lost balanced and fell over... and spilled its contents. An entire biology lesson's worth of bones drifted out, the skull tumbling on itself in the cascade, spilling out onto Cedar's lap from the flood. Her eyes were wide as she saw the cum flood the entire tent, until white bones and white splooge were everywhere.

\tThe shock of realizing her daughter was dead sobered her up, but as reality set in all she could think of was how she'd have to make her own breakfast now... and fuck that. ``Dammit Amberlina, why'd you have to go and get yourself nutted you slutty brat...''

\tShe rubbed her temples - she was getting too old for this. She stared at the sleeping bag for a moment, before pulling it over to herself and looking inside... Amberlina's night-shirt and hips were still inside, along with a gallon of batter... She took her empty liquor bottle and filled it up, then drained the bottle.

\tHer stomach quieted. ``I'll clean this mess when I'm not hungover...'' she said and promptly went back to sleep.

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