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It was an interesting experiment, had to stretch myself in a few ways.\n\nOkay, so I usually put my notes at the end of the story, but in this case, I feel like I should put it first, because this story has some different content than usual. I just want to warn everyone ahead of time in case it's something you're not interested in.\n\nFirst: as you can probably tell from the picture, this story does have some paw fetish content. It's still primarily a vore story, but there is one paw-focused scene. This was on request from the commissioner, and while I have no problem drawing or writing it, it's also not my thing.\n\nSecond: there's a scene later on in the story that gets a little... steamier than my stories usually do. I'm not against sex being part of a story, but usually I keep it mostly off-screen when it happens. The scene in this story is not quite an explicit sex scene, but things get pretty hot and heavy and there's some direct mention of masturbation. I ended up including this because I felt like it really worked in the scene in question, but it was actually a little difficult for me to write and I'm not expecting to write scenes like this often. This was an exception, but I'm still planning on keeping my gallery mostly PG-13 in the future.\n\nThat said, if it's your thing, I hope you enjoy the story!\n\n[b]Endings and Beginnings[/b]\n\nLeon sat at home, waiting for Jean to arrive.\n\nHe did this every day. He tried to distract himself, of course -- after spending a few hours doing his requisite job hunting, sending resumes and tweaking cover letters, he would busy himself working on side projects, reading books, or playing video games. But it always seemed to come down to this: anxious waiting, watching the clock tick down the last few minutes before his lover came home.\n\nHe sighed and set his book down, thumping one of his large feet on the floor. She should be here any minute.\n\nAnd there it was: the telltale sound of footsteps coming up the stairs towards his apartment. Without waiting for her to actually knock, he hopped up from the couch, ran to the door, and flung it open.\n\nHe was expecting to see his girlfriend framed in the doorway, waiting for him. He was [i]not[/i] expecting her to throw herself into his arms.\n\nLeon staggered backwards, taking two steps as he struggled to maintain his balance. He wrapped his arms around her, helping to support her weight.\n\nLeon was big for a rabbit. He was fairly tall and barrel-chested, and a vegetarian diet combined with regular exercise kept him in good shape. His rabbit friends liked to jokingly call him \"the wall\" due to his stocky physique and decent strength.\n\nNone of that helped when a fully-grown wolf threw herself unexpectedly into your arms, though. Jean buried her face in Leon's shoulder. She wasn't crying, but she let out a sigh that he could only describe as [i]tired[/i].\n\nLeon managed to get his balance, and was able to turn his attention to wrapping his arms around Jean and holding her close. \"Rough day?\"\n\n\"You have no idea.\" Jean, probably realizing that she was about to push her boyfriend over, released her grip on him. She shambled over to the couch where he had been sitting and flopped onto it, tilting her head back and stretching out her legs, and even splaying out her toes.\n\nLeon couldn't help but appreciate her beauty, even in her moment of frustration. Jean was tall (short for a wolf, actually, but still taller than him,) beautiful, and buxom. She wore a pair of slacks and a business casual polo that couldn't quite hide her curves. Her dark-brown fur was soft and luxurious.\n\nLeon coughed, trying to bring his mind back into the present. Ogling his mate wouldn't help ease her current mood. \"Tell me about it?\" He asked.\n\nJean sighed, her head still thrown back and her eyes closed. \"You don't want to hear about my terrible day.\"\n\n\"I really do. And maybe I can help out another way while you tell me.\" He lowered himself to his knees in front of her.\n\nJean moved her head to look at him. \"Really?\"\n\n\"Really.\"\n\n\"You are the [i]best[/i], do you know that?\" She lifted one of her footpaws, moving it over to set it gently in his lap.\n\n\"I don't know about that,\" Leon responded. \"Any male would do this for his mate.\"\n\nHe took her paw in both hands and began stroking his thumbs along the underside of it. It was big, easily twice the size of either of his hands, and covered with the same soft fur as the rest of her body. He slid one hand up, gently stroking it over the large pad and the four smaller toe pads, careful not to cut himself on her dewclaw.\n\n\"Anyway,\" Leon continued, \"you were going to tell me about your day?\"\n\n\"Oh just... more of the same, I guess. I hate it, Leon. I [i]hate[/i] worrying about sales, managing inventory, setting prices. And then Mom stopped by and just... criticized everything. [i]Nothing[/i] was good enough for her.\"\n\nLeon grimaced. So [i]that[/i] was the problem: a visit from Jean's mother. Of course that had put her in a foul mood. Leon let her continue, gripping her paw in both hands as he went from gentle touching to digging both thumbs into the larger paw pad, working out as much tension as he could.\n\nJean let out a low moan. \"You are so damn [i]good[/i] at that,\" she said.\n\n\"Why, thank you!\" Leon said, smiling. \"I've had lots of practice.\" He ran his thumbs up, pushing on her toes to splay them out, getting a satisfying [i]pop[/i] from each one. He then gently set her paw aside and moved the other into his lap, wanting to make sure he paid equal attention to both.\n\n\"You're probably just doing this so you can get into my pants. I know you rabbits, always looking to screw.\" Jean said, smiling down at him.\n\n\"Why, my lady, I am appalled at the implication! That I would ever think such a thing! You know that I love massaging your paws!\" Leon smiled back up at her as he continued working on her paw.\n\nJean smirked at him. Then, with no further warning, she lifted her paw out of his hands and pressed it into his face. Her toes stretched up over the top of his head, pushing his ears back and getting a firm grip on him. She brought her other foot up, too, turning it to one side and wrapping the toes around the back of his head, pushing him forward and forcing his nose into her footpad.\n\nLeon froze. He closed his eyes, surrounded by Jean's big, strong, soft paws, and took a deep breath. A distinct scent filled his sensitive nose -- not unpleasant or overpowering, but earthy, the scent of someone who had spent the whole day working hard. It was a scent that was uniquely hers, and he found it just as beautiful as the rest of her. And if giving her paws this kind of loving attention could relax her after a bad day, that was a fantastic bonus.\n\nJean left her feet there for a moment or two before releasing the grip of her toes and letting them slide off his face. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had let her foot slide down into his lap, but instead she let them fall to his sides.\n\nHe opened his eyes and looked up. \"Still worried?\" He asked.\n\nJean sighed, and her smile faded. \"I just... I wish I could just quit. Find something else I could do. But I can't, because...\"\n\n\"Because you're the heir.\" Leon finished her sentence for her.\n\nJean nodded.\n\n\"Hey, at least you'll be the CEO some day!\" Leon said.\n\n\"But that's the thing, I'm not looking forward to that, either!\" Jean let out another sigh, more exasperated this time. \"I don't [i]want[/i] to be in charge of a regional furniture chain. I don't [i]want[/i] to be responsible for hundreds of employees. I just want... I just want...\"\n\nJean paused and looked around, as though she thought she would find what she actually wanted somewhere in the room. Her eyes fell upon Leon, still kneeling in front of her.\n\n\"I just want [i]you![/i]\"\n\nBefore he had the chance to react, Jean reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him upwards. He found himself yanked into her lap, his legs on either side of her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him forward, and locked lips with him.\n\nThe act took Leon by surprised, but he was [i]more[/i] than happy to roll with it. If this was how she wanted to blow off some steam, he would not be complaining! He tilted his head to one side and let his mouth fall open, and immediately found it filled with wolf tongue.\n\nThis was not the first time Leon had made out with Jean, and he knew from experience that a wolf's tongue was [i]no joke.[/i] It was thick, strong, and active. It writhed through his mouth, licking his large front teeth, exploring every crevice it could find. Her saliva started to pool, mixing with his and bulging out his cheeks. Then her tongue pushed further, toward the back of his throat.\n\nLeon swallowed, and the thick, long muscle slid into his throat.\n\nJean brought one hand up, gripping the back of his head to hold it in place as her tongue pushed deeper and deeper into his gullet.\n\nHe swallowed again, then again, sending several more inches of the hot, thick muscle down his throat. He wouldn't be surprised if she could taste his breakfast. Finally, it became too much, and he gagged, his throat convulsing around the intruding muscle.\n\nJean continued holding him in place anyway. She knew his limits, and he knew she wouldn't hurt him. So he continued locking muzzles with her, even as his eyes started to water, her tongue filling his mouth and throat as he gagged a second time.\n\nA sharp buzzing came from Leon's pocket.\n\nLeon jumped, pulling away from the kiss. Jean looked disappointed as her tongue was pulled out of his throat with a wet [i]shlkk[/i]. She didn't retract it into her mouth right away, letting it hang out -- several thick strands of saliva still connecting it to his mouth -- and Leon had a momentary thought of [i]\"Damn, did I really have that whole thing in me?\"[/i] while he fished his phone out of his pocket. He fully intended to toss it aside on the couch and slurp that long tongue right back into his mouth, but he happened to glance down at the caller ID.\n\nHis eyes widened. He swallowed the excess wolf drool that was still bulging out his cheeks. \"I... I need to take this!\"\n\nJean looked disappointed, but then disappointment turned into excitement. She sucked her tongue back into her muzzle. \"Oh! Is it a job!?\"\n\nLeon mouthed \"one minute\" to her as he slid off her lap, putting the phone to his large ear as he stepped into another room to take the call.\n\nHe came back a few minutes later, phone in his pocket again.\n\nJean's large ears fell when she saw his expression. \"You didn't get it?\"\n\n\"Oh, no, um,\" Leon stammered, trying to figure out how to say it. \"No, I did. I got an offer.\"\n\nJean's eyes lit up. \"Well, that's wonderful! Which position was it?\"\n\nLeon took a deep breath. \"It was that cybersecurity position.\"\n\nJean's expression fell. \"The... the one in Longmont?\"\n\nLeon nodded. \"Yeah. Which means if I take it, I'm going to have to move to the other side of the country.\"\n\nA minute of silence passed between them as they both considered the implications.\n\n\"And I can't come with you,\" Jean said. \"My family would never let me.\"\n\n\"Y-yeah,\" Leon said. \"Which means we either have to try to make long-distance work... or we'll have to break up.\"\n\n--------\n\nJean had paced back and forth so much, she wouldn't be surprised to learn she had worn a groove in the floor of her apartment. She had been a wreck since she had gotten back home. This just wasn't going to work.\n\nLeon had been very convincing, of course. He had said all the right things, everything that he thought she needed to hear. He insisted that lots of couples made long-distance relationships work. Advancing technology meant that it would barely feel like they were apart! He assured her that his relationship with her was his first priority. He had even said he would turn down the offer if it meant staying with her (an idea that she had quickly shot down, of course.) He was absolutely sure that they would be okay.\n\nAnd he was dead wrong.\n\nHe had meant every word of it: Jean had no doubt about that. He would do everything in his power to keep them together. Nightly video calls and frequent trips to see each other whenever possible would be arranged. Leon would be true to his word and leverage every advantage he could to give her the companionship she needed.\n\nBut it wouldn't be enough. [i]Jean[/i] was the problem here, not him. She needed physical contact. She craved him every minute of every day. Video calls and the occasional trip to see each other wouldn't be good enough. She would waste away without him.\n\nAnd then there was the fact that Leon would definitely find someone else. He wouldn't be trying to, but he wouldn't have to try -- he was too kind, too empathetic to not attract attention. Some pretty female, probably prettier than Jean, would realize he was all alone and move in on him. And though he would never cheat on Jean, she would feel like she was holding him back. She would cave, and insist they break things off for his sake.\n\nBut her family... she couldn't handle being left here with her family. At least now she had Leon as a touchstone, the rock she could hang onto after a particularly bad day. What would she do without him? She wouldn't be surprised if her mother made her move back into the family home -- she could almost physically hear her voice saying \"Now that your boyfriend isn't living nearby, you don't need that extra privacy!\" And she wouldn't be able to say no, not without Leon there to back her up. She would be pulled fully into that wretched circle again, with no escape and no refuge. She could always try to run, just go with Leon regardless of their wishes, but she wouldn't be surprised if they sent thugs after her to bring her back -- and that kind of drama could endanger Leon's new job, too. She couldn't risk it. She would have to stay here, at her mother's mercy, and just the thought made her feel like she was drowning.\n\nSo she couldn't do long distance, she couldn't go with Leon, and she couldn't stay behind without him. What could she do?\n\nIn a sudden flash of inspiration, she had the answer.\n\nIt was crazy -- she could see that -- but it could work. It would solve every problem.\n\nAll she had to do was convince him.\n\n--------\n\nJean stood outside Leon's door. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and knocked.\n\nThe door practically flew open to reveal her adorable rabbit lover. \"Jean!\" He shouted. \"Finally! Where have you been? It's been days since I've seen you!\"\n\n\"I know, I know,\" Jean said, stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind her. \"I had to... take care of a few things.\"\n\nLeon huffed. Even when he was frustrated, he was cute. \"Well, don't just disappear like that! I was really worried!\"\n\n\"Don't worry, it won't happen again.\" More so than he realized. \"Leon, I need to talk to you. I've been thinking about this whole situation.\"\n\nLeon nodded, hopping onto the couch and gesturing for her to sit next to him. His expression was attentive as he made eye contact with her, his whole focus on her. \"Okay. What are you thinking?\"\n\n\"I just... I can't see how this is going to work, Leon. I don't think I'm built for long-distance. I know we can call, but I need to [i]touch[/i] you.\"\n\nLeon's expression fell, but he nodded. \"I... had kind of been thinking the same thing, honestly.\"\n\n\"And I'd love to just go with you, but my family would never allow it.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"So I really think there's just one solution.\"\n\nAnother sage node from Leon. \"I'll call the job and let them know--\"\n\n\"I want you to eat me.\"\n\nA moment of silence passed. Leon's brow furrowed. \"What?\"\n\n\"I want you to eat me,\" Jean repeated. \"It's really the perfect solution.\"\n\n\"[i]What!?[/i]\" Leon's eyes widened. \"Are you serious!?\"\n\n\"I am,\" Jean said. \"Think about it. This way, I would always be with you. My family couldn't come after me, and someone else would be the new heir, so they'd be happier, anyway.\"\n\n\"B-but...\" Leon stammered. \"But... even if I wanted to, I [i]couldn't![/i] I'm a [i]rabbit,[/i] Jean, not a pred!\"\n\n\"Rabbits can be predators,\" Jean insisted. \"We've even talked about it, remember? You were able to swallow an apple without much trouble at all.\"\n\n\"That was an [i]apple.[/i] You're a [i]wolf.[/i] There's a slight difference there! Look, I can turn down the job, you're more important than...\"\n\n\"[i]No.[/i]\" Jean's tone was firm. \"I knew you were going to say that, and I can't accept it. You're just saying that because you're trying to do what's right for me. You always do. I [i]know[/i] you -- and I know you want this job. And you would be [i]fine[/i] moving on without me.\"\n\n\"I...\"\n\nJean put a finger against Leon's lips to stop him from responding. \"You could settle into your new job, meet someone new, and be happy, as long as you weren't worrying about me back here. You're too genuinely good of a person for it not to happen. I'm not saying you'll love her more or less than me -- it would be different, and that's okay. I'm right, aren't I? Don't lie because it's what you think I want to hear. You [i]could[/i] move on and be okay without me.\"\n\nShe removed her finger from Leon's lips.\n\nLeon hesitated for a moment. \"Y-yes. I probably could.\"\n\nJean nodded, grateful for his honesty. \"What I'm saying is that [i]I[/i] can't do that. I don't think I can go on without you -- not left alone here with my family -- and you know that, too, which is why you're offering to stay. For me. You'd be giving yourself up for me. Am I wrong?\"\n\nLeon bit his lip and looked away. It was an adorable habit of his when he knew he couldn't win an argument.\n\n\"I couldn't live with that,\" Jean said. \"With knowing that I'm holding you back. So this time, for once, let me give myself up for you.\"\n\nJean swung her knee up, moving herself into Leon's lap, so she was facing him, straddling him.\n\n\"What are you...?\" Leon started, turning his head back to face her.\n\nJean cut off his words by pressing her mouth against his. She tilted her head to one side so she could interlock her long muzzle with his short one, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She brought her hands down and slid them beneath his shirt, bunching the material upward as she stroked his back.\n\nHe moaned, and almost as a reflex, his arms came up, embracing her, holding her close as they kissed. She felt their saliva start to mix and pool.\n\nShe broke off the kiss for a moment to tug his shirt up over his head. \"Don't want this to get torn, now.\"\n\n\"Jean, I still haven't agreed to...\"\n\n\"Hey, unless you can give me a better option, I've decided that this is what I want to do. You don't do this for me, I'll go find some other pred to eat me, so you're not worrying about me back here. I'd really rather it be you, though.\" She reached down and grasped the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. \"I've got to admit, along with all my other reasons, there's something really... [i]sexy[/i] about the idea of being a part of you.\"\n\n\"R-really?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Something about the idea of melting away in you -- I'm going to be hanging on your hips, in your gut, forever. That little reminder of me will always be there, no matter where you go.\" Her bra came off next, and she tossed it aside. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, leaving them on, but loose -- she didn't want to stop straddling him.\n\nJean pulled him into one last embrace, kissing him one more time. Their bare chests pressed together, her breasts flattening against him. She stroked his back, moving her hips again. She glutted herself on touch, soaking in as much of the feeling of her fur against his as she could.\n\nBut she couldn't draw this out forever. If she did, she might lose her nerve, or Leon might try again to stop her. If she was going to do this, she needed to act now. So she pressed her hips against his again.\n\nLeon let out a soft moan, his lips parting.\n\nJean took the opportunity. Closing her own mouth tight, she brought her nose down, nudging it between his lips. She pushed her long snout into his mouth, forcing it open. His large front teeth scraped across the top of her nose.\n\nLeon let out a surprised grunt, his hands freezing in their current positions on her back.\n\nBefore he could find the presence of mind to try to push her out, she pushed forward. For a moment, she met resistance, and she thought that Leon may have been right: perhaps he couldn't physically do this. But then the opening of his throat stretched, and her muzzle slid inside, which in turn pulled the rest of her head into the darkness of his mouth. She felt his tongue on her chin.\n\n\"Sorry to do this so suddenly... I know it's kind of mean to leave you hanging,\" she said. Her voice was muffled by layers of flesh, but she figured he could probably still understand her. \"Feel free to finish yourself off when you're done with me.\"\n\nShe used her superior position to force herself forward and down again, her entire head pushing into his throat.\n\nNow his body reacted by instinct. She felt his tongue on her collarbone, trying to pull her further in. The peristaltic action of his throat tugged her forward.\n\nThen they hit the first big obstacle: her shoulders. She tried to push herself forward, but got stuck -- his lips hadn't stretched quite far enough. Was this it? Was this as far as her journey into her boyfriend could go?\n\nJean wasn't quite sure whether Leon decided to give in, or if he was just worried he would choke if he didn't, but the rabbit put his hands on Jean's upper arms, gripping her tightly. Then he swallowed, hard, the throat making a wet [i]glck[/i] noise around Jean's head. She felt herself pulled deeper, and the wetness of Leon's maw enveloped her shoulders. He had done it -- he was swallowing her.\n\nJean let out a small gasp of pain. The throat was tight, and it tried to squeeze her shoulders into unnatural positions as she was forced further inside. She could hear Leon's heartbeat somewhere nearby, and the wet, organic noises of his throat filled her ears.\n\nLeon was actively swallowing her now. He managed to squeeze her chest into his mouth -- she squirmed a bit when that happened -- and then made easy work of her stomach. He got stuck for a minute on her hips, but Jean managed to get some leverage against the couch with her feet and push herself forward, forcing her hips inside. Her jeans, loosened from earlier, caught on his chin, and were pulled down as her hips entered. Leon got the hint and slid them the rest of the way off her legs himself.\n\nThen he tilted his head back -- Jean felt her whole world shift -- and swallowed down her legs and tail. Soon, her wiggling toes were disappearing between his lips, and with a final, loud [i]gulp[/i], she was deposited in Leon's stomach.\n\nIt was tighter than Jean was expecting. Not that she had thought it would be roomy, but she hadn't realized it would be [i]this[/i] confining. She was forced into a tight ball, and the walls seemed eager to continue to squeeze her, the soft, moist flesh conforming to her shape and pressing in from every direction. It smelled like carrots and grass -- Leon's breakfast, most likely.\n\nAnd now [i]she[/i] was lunch. The thought made her shudder.\n\nShe felt a pressure against her from the outside, and figured Leon must have put his hand on his belly. \"Jean? Are you really in there?\" His voice was muffled by layers of fur and flesh, but she could make it out.\n\nJean tried to place her hand against his, though it was hard to maneuver her arm in here. \"I would think that you would know that better than anyone.\"\n\n\"Y-yeah, I know, I just... I can't believe that you... that [i]I[/i] actually did that.\"\n\n\"How do you feel?\"\n\nA moment or two passed before Leon answered. \"S-surprisingly good. It caught me off guard at first, but then once we got into it... and now I feel so [i]full[/i]... I've never felt like this before. My jaw kind of hurts, though. What about you?\"\n\n\"It's tight in here... tighter than I thought it'd be. But I've never felt closer to you. I don't regret my decision.\"\n\n\"That's good, because I don't think I could get you out of there even if I wanted to.\"\n\nJean giggled. The stomach was squeezing her even tighter now -- she wasn't sure how that was possible -- and her skin was starting to tingle. She sucked in a deep breath. \"I-I think I'm going to have to stop talking, the air is getting thin in here. But I meant what I said earlier. Feel free to... enjoy yourself out there.\"\n\nAnother few moments of hesitation passed, but then Jean started to feel a rhythmic movement, and she heard Leon let out a moan.\n\n\"G-good boy,\" she whispered. Then, raising her voice, she added. \"I love you, Leon.\"\n\n\"I... hnn... I love you, too,\" came the muffled response.\n\nJean let herself settle into the belly -- at least as much as possible. It was starting to burn, now, but she kept thinking about what that meant: that she was becoming part of him. She found herself moaning as well, and they weren't entirely moans of pain.\n\nShe began to lose track of time. The stomach walls kept getting tighter and tighter, and as her body softened, her space continued to shrink. At one point, the effect became even more pronounced, with specific spots being pressed in, and she realized that Leon must be kneading his belly. She let out gasps of pain, but didn't complain; she would rather let Leon do his thing and enjoy himself.\n\nEventually, the kneading stopped, and the breathing around her grew more regular: Leon must have fallen asleep. She no longer felt much pain -- her nerves must have gotten pretty fried -- and the stomach continued to contract. It pulsed around her, each pulse reducing her space, forcing her into tight positions that shouldn't have been possible, often with a [i]snap[/i] or [i]crack[/i] that she could feel more than hear. She could barely tell where she even was anymore -- she was barely a wolf at this point, just a jumbled mess of meat and bone. Just a meal.\n\n\"L-Leon...\" She tried to cry out his name, but it came out as more of a gurgle.\n\nThe stomach pulsed again, hard, and with a loud chorus of cracking sounds, it crushed what remained of Jean into a tiny ball, her space reduced almost to zero. Her consciousness somehow clung on for a few more seconds, and then everything went dark.\n\n--------\n\nLeon's eyes fluttered open. It took him a few minutes to process where he was. Had he fallen asleep on the couch?\n\nHis eyes widened as he remembered what had happened. He sprang up to a sitting position, looking down at himself. His stomach was... well, not exactly as before, but not nearly big enough to have a person inside, let alone a wolf.\n\nHe hopped up from the couch and walked to his bedroom. His closet had a full-length mirror, and he stood in front of it to have a look at himself.\n\nThe change was... pronounced. Last night, he had been lean, fit. Now his belly had a significant pudgy bulge, and his hips were straining against his jeans.\n\nBut his stomach, though rounded, was definitely empty, or at least mostly empty. Jean was gone.\n\nNo, not gone, he reminded himself. She was right there, in that extra weight on his gut and hips. She would be with him as he moved on to the next stage in his life.\n\nHe turned to get a look at himself from the side and gave his belly a firm slap. It kind of looked good on him.\n\nAnd last night... he had been amazed at how it had felt. To swallow a whole person whole, to feel them struggle in his belly. And even now, though he didn't feel that same taut fullness as last night, he still felt pleasantly sated.\n\nIt had felt so... [i]right[/i].\n\nMaybe Jean had been right. He hadn't been planning on it, but maybe he [i]should[/i] look for a new girlfriend once he got settled into his new job.\n\nAfter all, Jean might like some company.\n\n-----\n\n[url=https://curiouscat.me/rabbitinafoxden]Ask me questions on my Curious Cat![/url] Feel free to ask questions to either me or one of my characters.\nIf you're so inclined, I'd much appreciate it if you'd [url=https://ko-fi.com/rabbitinafoxden]buy me a coffee![/url]\nFollow my projects and commission queue on [url=https://trello.com/b/1fBlNKuc/rabbitinafoxden-public]Trello![/url]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Author's Note: A commission for Aevery! It was an interesting experiment, had to stretch myself in a few ways.

Okay, so I usually put my notes at the end of the story, but in this case, I feel like I should put it first, because this story has some different content than usual. I just want to warn everyone ahead of time in case it's something you're not interested in.

First: as you can probably tell from the picture, this story does have some paw fetish content. It's still primarily a vore story, but there is one paw-focused scene. This was on request from the commissioner, and while I have no problem drawing or writing it, it's also not my thing.

Second: there's a scene later on in the story that gets a little... steamier than my stories usually do. I'm not against sex being part of a story, but usually I keep it mostly off-screen when it happens. The scene in this story is not quite an explicit sex scene, but things get pretty hot and heavy and there's some direct mention of masturbation. I ended up including this because I felt like it really worked in the scene in question, but it was actually a little difficult for me to write and I'm not expecting to write scenes like this often. This was an exception, but I'm still planning on keeping my gallery mostly PG-13 in the future.

That said, if it's your thing, I hope you enjoy the story!

Endings and Beginnings

Leon sat at home, waiting for Jean to arrive.

He did this every day. He tried to distract himself, of course -- after spending a few hours doing his requisite job hunting, sending resumes and tweaking cover letters, he would busy himself working on side projects, reading books, or playing video games. But it always seemed to come down to this: anxious waiting, watching the clock tick down the last few minutes before his lover came home.

He sighed and set his book down, thumping one of his large feet on the floor. She should be here any minute.

And there it was: the telltale sound of footsteps coming up the stairs towards his apartment. Without waiting for her to actually knock, he hopped up from the couch, ran to the door, and flung it open.

He was expecting to see his girlfriend framed in the doorway, waiting for him. He was not expecting her to throw herself into his arms.

Leon staggered backwards, taking two steps as he struggled to maintain his balance. He wrapped his arms around her, helping to support her weight.

Leon was big for a rabbit. He was fairly tall and barrel-chested, and a vegetarian diet combined with regular exercise kept him in good shape. His rabbit friends liked to jokingly call him "the wall" due to his stocky physique and decent strength.

None of that helped when a fully-grown wolf threw herself unexpectedly into your arms, though. Jean buried her face in Leon's shoulder. She wasn't crying, but she let out a sigh that he could only describe as tired.

Leon managed to get his balance, and was able to turn his attention to wrapping his arms around Jean and holding her close. "Rough day?"

"You have no idea." Jean, probably realizing that she was about to push her boyfriend over, released her grip on him. She shambled over to the couch where he had been sitting and flopped onto it, tilting her head back and stretching out her legs, and even splaying out her toes.

Leon couldn't help but appreciate her beauty, even in her moment of frustration. Jean was tall (short for a wolf, actually, but still taller than him,) beautiful, and buxom. She wore a pair of slacks and a business casual polo that couldn't quite hide her curves. Her dark-brown fur was soft and luxurious.

Leon coughed, trying to bring his mind back into the present. Ogling his mate wouldn't help ease her current mood. "Tell me about it?" He asked.

Jean sighed, her head still thrown back and her eyes closed. "You don't want to hear about my terrible day."

"I really do. And maybe I can help out another way while you tell me." He lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

Jean moved her head to look at him. "Really?"

"Really."

"You are the best, do you know that?" She lifted one of her footpaws, moving it over to set it gently in his lap.

"I don't know about that," Leon responded. "Any male would do this for his mate."

He took her paw in both hands and began stroking his thumbs along the underside of it. It was big, easily twice the size of either of his hands, and covered with the same soft fur as the rest of her body. He slid one hand up, gently stroking it over the large pad and the four smaller toe pads, careful not to cut himself on her dewclaw.

"Anyway," Leon continued, "you were going to tell me about your day?"

"Oh just... more of the same, I guess. I hate it, Leon. I hate worrying about sales, managing inventory, setting prices. And then Mom stopped by and just... criticized everything. Nothing was good enough for her."

Leon grimaced. So that was the problem: a visit from Jean's mother. Of course that had put her in a foul mood. Leon let her continue, gripping her paw in both hands as he went from gentle touching to digging both thumbs into the larger paw pad, working out as much tension as he could.

Jean let out a low moan. "You are so damn good at that," she said.

"Why, thank you!" Leon said, smiling. "I've had lots of practice." He ran his thumbs up, pushing on her toes to splay them out, getting a satisfying pop from each one. He then gently set her paw aside and moved the other into his lap, wanting to make sure he paid equal attention to both.

"You're probably just doing this so you can get into my pants. I know you rabbits, always looking to screw." Jean said, smiling down at him.

"Why, my lady, I am appalled at the implication! That I would ever think such a thing! You know that I love massaging your paws!" Leon smiled back up at her as he continued working on her paw.

Jean smirked at him. Then, with no further warning, she lifted her paw out of his hands and pressed it into his face. Her toes stretched up over the top of his head, pushing his ears back and getting a firm grip on him. She brought her other foot up, too, turning it to one side and wrapping the toes around the back of his head, pushing him forward and forcing his nose into her footpad.

Leon froze. He closed his eyes, surrounded by Jean's big, strong, soft paws, and took a deep breath. A distinct scent filled his sensitive nose -- not unpleasant or overpowering, but earthy, the scent of someone who had spent the whole day working hard. It was a scent that was uniquely hers, and he found it just as beautiful as the rest of her. And if giving her paws this kind of loving attention could relax her after a bad day, that was a fantastic bonus.

Jean left her feet there for a moment or two before releasing the grip of her toes and letting them slide off his face. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had let her foot slide down into his lap, but instead she let them fall to his sides.

He opened his eyes and looked up. "Still worried?" He asked.

Jean sighed, and her smile faded. "I just... I wish I could just quit. Find something else I could do. But I can't, because..."

"Because you're the heir." Leon finished her sentence for her.

Jean nodded.

"Hey, at least you'll be the CEO some day!" Leon said.

"But that's the thing, I'm not looking forward to that, either!" Jean let out another sigh, more exasperated this time. "I don't want to be in charge of a regional furniture chain. I don't want to be responsible for hundreds of employees. I just want... I just want..."

Jean paused and looked around, as though she thought she would find what she actually wanted somewhere in the room. Her eyes fell upon Leon, still kneeling in front of her.

"I just want you!"

Before he had the chance to react, Jean reached down and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him upwards. He found himself yanked into her lap, his legs on either side of her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled him forward, and locked lips with him.

The act took Leon by surprised, but he was more than happy to roll with it. If this was how she wanted to blow off some steam, he would not be complaining! He tilted his head to one side and let his mouth fall open, and immediately found it filled with wolf tongue.

This was not the first time Leon had made out with Jean, and he knew from experience that a wolf's tongue was no joke. It was thick, strong, and active. It writhed through his mouth, licking his large front teeth, exploring every crevice it could find. Her saliva started to pool, mixing with his and bulging out his cheeks. Then her tongue pushed further, toward the back of his throat.

Leon swallowed, and the thick, long muscle slid into his throat.

Jean brought one hand up, gripping the back of his head to hold it in place as her tongue pushed deeper and deeper into his gullet.

He swallowed again, then again, sending several more inches of the hot, thick muscle down his throat. He wouldn't be surprised if she could taste his breakfast. Finally, it became too much, and he gagged, his throat convulsing around the intruding muscle.

Jean continued holding him in place anyway. She knew his limits, and he knew she wouldn't hurt him. So he continued locking muzzles with her, even as his eyes started to water, her tongue filling his mouth and throat as he gagged a second time.

A sharp buzzing came from Leon's pocket.

Leon jumped, pulling away from the kiss. Jean looked disappointed as her tongue was pulled out of his throat with a wet shlkk. She didn't retract it into her mouth right away, letting it hang out -- several thick strands of saliva still connecting it to his mouth -- and Leon had a momentary thought of "Damn, did I really have that whole thing in me?" while he fished his phone out of his pocket. He fully intended to toss it aside on the couch and slurp that long tongue right back into his mouth, but he happened to glance down at the caller ID.

His eyes widened. He swallowed the excess wolf drool that was still bulging out his cheeks. "I... I need to take this!"

Jean looked disappointed, but then disappointment turned into excitement. She sucked her tongue back into her muzzle. "Oh! Is it a job!?"

Leon mouthed "one minute" to her as he slid off her lap, putting the phone to his large ear as he stepped into another room to take the call.

He came back a few minutes later, phone in his pocket again.

Jean's large ears fell when she saw his expression. "You didn't get it?"

"Oh, no, um," Leon stammered, trying to figure out how to say it. "No, I did. I got an offer."

Jean's eyes lit up. "Well, that's wonderful! Which position was it?"

Leon took a deep breath. "It was that cybersecurity position."

Jean's expression fell. "The... the one in Longmont?"

Leon nodded. "Yeah. Which means if I take it, I'm going to have to move to the other side of the country."

A minute of silence passed between them as they both considered the implications.

"And I can't come with you," Jean said. "My family would never let me."

"Y-yeah," Leon said. "Which means we either have to try to make long-distance work... or we'll have to break up."

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Jean had paced back and forth so much, she wouldn't be surprised to learn she had worn a groove in the floor of her apartment. She had been a wreck since she had gotten back home. This just wasn't going to work.

Leon had been very convincing, of course. He had said all the right things, everything that he thought she needed to hear. He insisted that lots of couples made long-distance relationships work. Advancing technology meant that it would barely feel like they were apart! He assured her that his relationship with her was his first priority. He had even said he would turn down the offer if it meant staying with her (an idea that she had quickly shot down, of course.) He was absolutely sure that they would be okay.

And he was dead wrong.

He had meant every word of it: Jean had no doubt about that. He would do everything in his power to keep them together. Nightly video calls and frequent trips to see each other whenever possible would be arranged. Leon would be true to his word and leverage every advantage he could to give her the companionship she needed.

But it wouldn't be enough. Jean was the problem here, not him. She needed physical contact. She craved him every minute of every day. Video calls and the occasional trip to see each other wouldn't be good enough. She would waste away without him.

And then there was the fact that Leon would definitely find someone else. He wouldn't be trying to, but he wouldn't have to try -- he was too kind, too empathetic to not attract attention. Some pretty female, probably prettier than Jean, would realize he was all alone and move in on him. And though he would never cheat on Jean, she would feel like she was holding him back. She would cave, and insist they break things off for his sake.

But her family... she couldn't handle being left here with her family. At least now she had Leon as a touchstone, the rock she could hang onto after a particularly bad day. What would she do without him? She wouldn't be surprised if her mother made her move back into the family home -- she could almost physically hear her voice saying "Now that your boyfriend isn't living nearby, you don't need that extra privacy!" And she wouldn't be able to say no, not without Leon there to back her up. She would be pulled fully into that wretched circle again, with no escape and no refuge. She could always try to run, just go with Leon regardless of their wishes, but she wouldn't be surprised if they sent thugs after her to bring her back -- and that kind of drama could endanger Leon's new job, too. She couldn't risk it. She would have to stay here, at her mother's mercy, and just the thought made her feel like she was drowning.

So she couldn't do long distance, she couldn't go with Leon, and she couldn't stay behind without him. What could she do?

In a sudden flash of inspiration, she had the answer.

It was crazy -- she could see that -- but it could work. It would solve every problem.

All she had to do was convince him.

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Jean stood outside Leon's door. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and knocked.

The door practically flew open to reveal her adorable rabbit lover. "Jean!" He shouted. "Finally! Where have you been? It's been days since I've seen you!"

"I know, I know," Jean said, stepping into the apartment and shutting the door behind her. "I had to... take care of a few things."

Leon huffed. Even when he was frustrated, he was cute. "Well, don't just disappear like that! I was really worried!"

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." More so than he realized. "Leon, I need to talk to you. I've been thinking about this whole situation."

Leon nodded, hopping onto the couch and gesturing for her to sit next to him. His expression was attentive as he made eye contact with her, his whole focus on her. "Okay. What are you thinking?"

"I just... I can't see how this is going to work, Leon. I don't think I'm built for long-distance. I know we can call, but I need to touch you."

Leon's expression fell, but he nodded. "I... had kind of been thinking the same thing, honestly."

"And I'd love to just go with you, but my family would never allow it."

"Right."

"So I really think there's just one solution."

Another sage node from Leon. "I'll call the job and let them know--"

"I want you to eat me."

A moment of silence passed. Leon's brow furrowed. "What?"

"I want you to eat me," Jean repeated. "It's really the perfect solution."

"What!?" Leon's eyes widened. "Are you serious!?"

"I am," Jean said. "Think about it. This way, I would always be with you. My family couldn't come after me, and someone else would be the new heir, so they'd be happier, anyway."

"B-but..." Leon stammered. "But... even if I wanted to, I couldn't! I'm a rabbit, Jean, not a pred!"

"Rabbits can be predators," Jean insisted. "We've even talked about it, remember? You were able to swallow an apple without much trouble at all."

"That was an apple. You're a wolf. There's a slight difference there! Look, I can turn down the job, you're more important than..."

"No." Jean's tone was firm. "I knew you were going to say that, and I can't accept it. You're just saying that because you're trying to do what's right for me. You always do. I know you -- and I know you want this job. And you would be fine moving on without me."

"I..."

Jean put a finger against Leon's lips to stop him from responding. "You could settle into your new job, meet someone new, and be happy, as long as you weren't worrying about me back here. You're too genuinely good of a person for it not to happen. I'm not saying you'll love her more or less than me -- it would be different, and that's okay. I'm right, aren't I? Don't lie because it's what you think I want to hear. You could move on and be okay without me."

She removed her finger from Leon's lips.

Leon hesitated for a moment. "Y-yes. I probably could."

Jean nodded, grateful for his honesty. "What I'm saying is that I can't do that. I don't think I can go on without you -- not left alone here with my family -- and you know that, too, which is why you're offering to stay. For me. You'd be giving yourself up for me. Am I wrong?"

Leon bit his lip and looked away. It was an adorable habit of his when he knew he couldn't win an argument.

"I couldn't live with that," Jean said. "With knowing that I'm holding you back. So this time, for once, let me give myself up for you."

Jean swung her knee up, moving herself into Leon's lap, so she was facing him, straddling him.

"What are you...?" Leon started, turning his head back to face her.

Jean cut off his words by pressing her mouth against his. She tilted her head to one side so she could interlock her long muzzle with his short one, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She brought her hands down and slid them beneath his shirt, bunching the material upward as she stroked his back.

He moaned, and almost as a reflex, his arms came up, embracing her, holding her close as they kissed. She felt their saliva start to mix and pool.

She broke off the kiss for a moment to tug his shirt up over his head. "Don't want this to get torn, now."

"Jean, I still haven't agreed to..."

"Hey, unless you can give me a better option, I've decided that this is what I want to do. You don't do this for me, I'll go find some other pred to eat me, so you're not worrying about me back here. I'd really rather it be you, though." She reached down and grasped the hem of her own shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion. "I've got to admit, along with all my other reasons, there's something really... sexy about the idea of being a part of you."

"R-really?"

"Yeah. Something about the idea of melting away in you -- I'm going to be hanging on your hips, in your gut, forever. That little reminder of me will always be there, no matter where you go." Her bra came off next, and she tossed it aside. Then she unbuttoned her jeans, leaving them on, but loose -- she didn't want to stop straddling him.

Jean pulled him into one last embrace, kissing him one more time. Their bare chests pressed together, her breasts flattening against him. She stroked his back, moving her hips again. She glutted herself on touch, soaking in as much of the feeling of her fur against his as she could.

But she couldn't draw this out forever. If she did, she might lose her nerve, or Leon might try again to stop her. If she was going to do this, she needed to act now. So she pressed her hips against his again.

Leon let out a soft moan, his lips parting.

Jean took the opportunity. Closing her own mouth tight, she brought her nose down, nudging it between his lips. She pushed her long snout into his mouth, forcing it open. His large front teeth scraped across the top of her nose.

Leon let out a surprised grunt, his hands freezing in their current positions on her back.

Before he could find the presence of mind to try to push her out, she pushed forward. For a moment, she met resistance, and she thought that Leon may have been right: perhaps he couldn't physically do this. But then the opening of his throat stretched, and her muzzle slid inside, which in turn pulled the rest of her head into the darkness of his mouth. She felt his tongue on her chin.

"Sorry to do this so suddenly... I know it's kind of mean to leave you hanging," she said. Her voice was muffled by layers of flesh, but she figured he could probably still understand her. "Feel free to finish yourself off when you're done with me."

She used her superior position to force herself forward and down again, her entire head pushing into his throat.

Now his body reacted by instinct. She felt his tongue on her collarbone, trying to pull her further in. The peristaltic action of his throat tugged her forward.

Then they hit the first big obstacle: her shoulders. She tried to push herself forward, but got stuck -- his lips hadn't stretched quite far enough. Was this it? Was this as far as her journey into her boyfriend could go?

Jean wasn't quite sure whether Leon decided to give in, or if he was just worried he would choke if he didn't, but the rabbit put his hands on Jean's upper arms, gripping her tightly. Then he swallowed, hard, the throat making a wet glck noise around Jean's head. She felt herself pulled deeper, and the wetness of Leon's maw enveloped her shoulders. He had done it -- he was swallowing her.

Jean let out a small gasp of pain. The throat was tight, and it tried to squeeze her shoulders into unnatural positions as she was forced further inside. She could hear Leon's heartbeat somewhere nearby, and the wet, organic noises of his throat filled her ears.

Leon was actively swallowing her now. He managed to squeeze her chest into his mouth -- she squirmed a bit when that happened -- and then made easy work of her stomach. He got stuck for a minute on her hips, but Jean managed to get some leverage against the couch with her feet and push herself forward, forcing her hips inside. Her jeans, loosened from earlier, caught on his chin, and were pulled down as her hips entered. Leon got the hint and slid them the rest of the way off her legs himself.

Then he tilted his head back -- Jean felt her whole world shift -- and swallowed down her legs and tail. Soon, her wiggling toes were disappearing between his lips, and with a final, loud gulp, she was deposited in Leon's stomach.

It was tighter than Jean was expecting. Not that she had thought it would be roomy, but she hadn't realized it would be this confining. She was forced into a tight ball, and the walls seemed eager to continue to squeeze her, the soft, moist flesh conforming to her shape and pressing in from every direction. It smelled like carrots and grass -- Leon's breakfast, most likely.

And now she was lunch. The thought made her shudder.

She felt a pressure against her from the outside, and figured Leon must have put his hand on his belly. "Jean? Are you really in there?" His voice was muffled by layers of fur and flesh, but she could make it out.

Jean tried to place her hand against his, though it was hard to maneuver her arm in here. "I would think that you would know that better than anyone."

"Y-yeah, I know, I just... I can't believe that you... that I actually did that."

"How do you feel?"

A moment or two passed before Leon answered. "S-surprisingly good. It caught me off guard at first, but then once we got into it... and now I feel so full... I've never felt like this before. My jaw kind of hurts, though. What about you?"

"It's tight in here... tighter than I thought it'd be. But I've never felt closer to you. I don't regret my decision."

"That's good, because I don't think I could get you out of there even if I wanted to."

Jean giggled. The stomach was squeezing her even tighter now -- she wasn't sure how that was possible -- and her skin was starting to tingle. She sucked in a deep breath. "I-I think I'm going to have to stop talking, the air is getting thin in here. But I meant what I said earlier. Feel free to... enjoy yourself out there."

Another few moments of hesitation passed, but then Jean started to feel a rhythmic movement, and she heard Leon let out a moan.

"G-good boy," she whispered. Then, raising her voice, she added. "I love you, Leon."

"I... hnn... I love you, too," came the muffled response.

Jean let herself settle into the belly -- at least as much as possible. It was starting to burn, now, but she kept thinking about what that meant: that she was becoming part of him. She found herself moaning as well, and they weren't entirely moans of pain.

She began to lose track of time. The stomach walls kept getting tighter and tighter, and as her body softened, her space continued to shrink. At one point, the effect became even more pronounced, with specific spots being pressed in, and she realized that Leon must be kneading his belly. She let out gasps of pain, but didn't complain; she would rather let Leon do his thing and enjoy himself.

Eventually, the kneading stopped, and the breathing around her grew more regular: Leon must have fallen asleep. She no longer felt much pain -- her nerves must have gotten pretty fried -- and the stomach continued to contract. It pulsed around her, each pulse reducing her space, forcing her into tight positions that shouldn't have been possible, often with a snap or crack that she could feel more than hear. She could barely tell where she even was anymore -- she was barely a wolf at this point, just a jumbled mess of meat and bone. Just a meal.

"L-Leon..." She tried to cry out his name, but it came out as more of a gurgle.

The stomach pulsed again, hard, and with a loud chorus of cracking sounds, it crushed what remained of Jean into a tiny ball, her space reduced almost to zero. Her consciousness somehow clung on for a few more seconds, and then everything went dark.

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Leon's eyes fluttered open. It took him a few minutes to process where he was. Had he fallen asleep on the couch?

His eyes widened as he remembered what had happened. He sprang up to a sitting position, looking down at himself. His stomach was... well, not exactly as before, but not nearly big enough to have a person inside, let alone a wolf.

He hopped up from the couch and walked to his bedroom. His closet had a full-length mirror, and he stood in front of it to have a look at himself.

The change was... pronounced. Last night, he had been lean, fit. Now his belly had a significant pudgy bulge, and his hips were straining against his jeans.

But his stomach, though rounded, was definitely empty, or at least mostly empty. Jean was gone.

No, not gone, he reminded himself. She was right there, in that extra weight on his gut and hips. She would be with him as he moved on to the next stage in his life.

He turned to get a look at himself from the side and gave his belly a firm slap. It kind of looked good on him.

And last night... he had been amazed at how it had felt. To swallow a whole person whole, to feel them struggle in his belly. And even now, though he didn't feel that same taut fullness as last night, he still felt pleasantly sated.

It had felt so... right.

Maybe Jean had been right. He hadn't been planning on it, but maybe he should look for a new girlfriend once he got settled into his new job.

After all, Jean might like some company.

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