Voretober 2022 - CHARM

“Whoa. Nevada, check this out.”

The masked red fox walked over to his fellow masked colleague. “Find something nice, Georgia?”

The red wolf held up a necklace with a very nicely cut purple gemstone. “I’d say so. How much do you think it’s worth?”

Nevada leaned in close, trying to examine the gem. It had an odd quality to it, sparkling more than it should in the dim light. “Doesn’t look like any amethyst I’ve seen before. Could be worth a pretty penny, but I’m no jeweler.”

Georgia turned it back towards himself, starting at the jewel as well. “Maybe not so much since they left it behind. Looks pretty, though.”

“Yeah. Maybe it was just forgotten.” The house they were scrounging through was recently abandoned. The people who had lived there were only moderately wealthy, though the house was left behind after the recent widow left. The two of them had been watching for a couple weeks to see if anyone would return or watch it, but no one ever did. So they figured it was open for resale.

“Well, finders keepers.” The wolf grinned as he put the necklace on, the gem hanging right over his heart. “Looks good, right?”

Nevada rolled his eyes. “I think I would prefer to be looking at a few grand in cash.” Rather than responding, Georgia seemed to be staring blankly ahead. He wasn’t sure at what, since it looked like he was still staring right at him. “Uh, earth to Georgia! That pretty little stone messing with your mind or what?” He waved his paw right in front of his face to try and break his gaze.

Georgia shook his head. “Sorry, what’d you say?”

The fox just groaned. “Let’s just get out of here. I don’t think we’re finding much more.”

Getting away was simple. The house wasn’t being watched at all. The rest of the day was spent mostly sorting out the loot they’d acquired, even if Georgia was acting more spacey than usual. After all that, it was time to sleep. They could go around to sellers and the like tomorrow. Today’s rotation was Nevada on the couch, Georgia getting the bed. The fox found himself amused noticing that even as they were going to sleep, his buddy was still wearing that necklace.

In actuality, Georgia found himself unable to sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about Nevada. He’d never felt quite the way he was feeling about him before. It wasn’t exactly love, but rather something else. Something more primal. He decided he needed to get up from bed and go see the object of his newfound desires. Just to figure out what was going on with himself.

As he walked into the main room, he could easily see Nevada asleep on the couch. Despite looking slightly cramped, he was laying there sound asleep. Light from the TV shined on him, making the wolf cast a shadow as he stood over him. The change in light luckily didn’t disturb his sleep, instead letting out a loud snore. Georgia got down close to his face, watching the expressions on his face closely. Then, with another snore leaving his maw wide open, Georgia thrusted his head inside.

Nevada woke up the second he started choking on something. He couldn’t help but swallow, but the obstruction seemed to be far bigger than he thought. As his other senses caught up, he realized what the blockage was. He tried to yell and ask what the hell Georgia thought he was doing, but he couldn’t with the wolf partway down his throat and filling his mouth. He swallowed again, as much as he didn’t want to.

For Georgia, this felt like everything he ever wanted. The pleasure was palpable and flooding his body. He tried his hardest to wriggle deeper, but it was mostly up to Nevada to swallow faster. He couldn’t believe he never thought about such an experience until earlier that day. The tight, hot walls were better than anything he had felt with another before. And there was still an even better experience to come.

By comparison, his predator wasn’t feeling nearly as good. He didn’t know why Georgia had seen fit to jam himself down his throat, but it felt awful. The entire time he felt like he was choking, even if the release of unconsciousness never came. Not to mention his fur ran across his tongue like a dirty carpet with only a hint of meaty flavor to be found underneath. The only slight relief he had was when he finally finished.

But even then, he was stuck with an awful, misshapen gut that looked like something out of a horror movie. It felt like it was liable to explode any minute, or like he was liable to spill his guts a different way. As soon as he recovered his breath he yelled, “What the FUCK is wrong with you?!”

Georgia found himself in the sauna of his dreams inside Nevada. Even the tight fleshy walls churning against him and keeping him in a hunched position, he loved. The noises that nearly drowned out his buddy’s question. He finally answered, “It feels so good in here Nevada! I wish you could experience it for yourself, but I want to stay in here forever.” He happily nuzzled into the folds of the stomach, basking in the heat, the humidity, even the acridity.

“You can’t stay in there you stupid motherfucker, you’ll-- huooRRUP-- die!” The taste of Georgia coming back up made him gag, but there was no way he was bringing all of him back up. In fact, he could hardly move from where he was with his own belly pinning him down.

“Oh but Nevada, I’ll live as part of you! Think about it, you’ll get the biggest meal you’ve ever had... And you’ll always be able to remember me when you struggle to put your clothes on.” Georgia’s mind was filled with just how good he’d look as fox fat. There wasn’t anything he wanted more.

Nevada was quickly losing the ability to argue back with his delusional colleague. The full feeling was finally starting to hit his brain and sleep was coming back like a train. He tried to remain awake, but he just mumbled, “Get outta me... ruin my clothes... snrrrrrrrrk.” Just as before, he returned to his sleep, the only difference being his grossly gurgling gut.

Georgia felt happy to hear him go back to sleep. Now he could fulfill his purpose, turning into nothing but a meal for Nevada. He relaxed, waiting for himself to take his natural course. And so he did, over the course of a few hours. His body slowly melted, becoming a soupy imitation of himself. The feeling was incredible.

His necklace eventually fell through his own body, floating on the chyme he was becoming. Shortly afterwards, the stomach riled up, sending the necklace away. Nevada belched while asleep and the somehow pristine necklace landed on the ground outside. He was far too gone, but the moment it did, Georgia had a realization. This... wasn’t what he wanted to do. He was dying! But like a bubble popping, he dissolved and with him, so did his regrets.