Eaten By Audie From Animal Crossing

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Audie had just arrived on the island.  And Cane and Whitney were eager to pull the orange furred wolf into their fun. . .
So they invited Audie over to Whitney’s for mint tea, as a little “introductory meeting”.  And during that meeting, they would explain what they wanted to do with her.
“My, you two are just so nice, dears!” exclaimed Audie as she drank her tea and ate tea cakes.  “And Whitney, you have such an elegant little place. . . It’s perfectly perfect, I must say!”
“Why thank you, Audie,” the white wolf replied, giving her guest a kind smile.  “I do admire your house as well. . . Your sense of decoration is very nice indeed.  The island wallpaper adds so much refreshing atmosphere to the place.”
“Thank you!” replied the orange furred wolf, grinning happily.  “I thought I choose it well.  I’m glad you agree with that sentiment!”
For a moment, the three cheerfully drank their tea, enjoying each other’s company in short silence.  It was Cane who finally broke it.  “So, Whitney,” he said, giving his love a smile.  “Should we tell her why we invited her here?”
The white wolf grinned.  “I suppose we shall, shouldn’t we?”
“Oh, do tell!” exclaimed Audie.  “I do love surprises.  Why, pray tell, was I invited here?”
Whitney smiled.  “Well, dear . . . from what I’ve seen of you, I do believe you have the instincts of a predator.  One who loves to . . . swallow their prey.  Am I right?”
The orange furred wolf tilted her head.  “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean.  Are you a predator, Whitney?”
“Oh yes,” the white wolf replied.  She sipped her tea and added, “I enjoy feasting on my boyfriend here.”
“You do?”
“Dearest, I /love/ consuming my lovely Cane,” Whitney explained, holding the fennec fox’s paw.  “Both in my womb, and in my maw.  And I have a feeling you would too, if you tried it.  I invited you here so you could . . . /sample/ him, shall we say.  He and I would very much enjoy it.  What do you say?”
Audie was a bit surprised, but tried to hide it by sipping her tea.  “Hmm, I don’t know about this, foxtrot,” she finally replied.  “I must say that it sounds a bit . . . strange to me.  But I am quite curious about what it would entail. . .”
Whitney smiled.  “I thought you might say that, my dear.  That’s why I gave Cane a little shrinking medicine in his tea—a little fox might entice you even more.  It should be activating any second now. . .”
Right on queue, Cane began to shrink, the fennec fox rapidly reducing down in size.  His arms rushed to his shoulders as they shrunk, as did his legs to his midsection.  His center went down, down, down, and his clothing slipped off his body as he became smaller and smaller.  Until, finally, he was only a few inches tall, standing on Whitney’s chair with the two wolves hovering far above him.
“There he is,” said Whitney, licking her lips.  “The prey I know and love so much.  What do you think of him, Audie?”
The orange furred wolf stared at Cane, starting to salivate a bit.  “He does look . . . very tasty,” she finally admitted, her face turning a bit pink.
“Then you may enjoy him as the delicious little treat he is.”
Whitney reached out her hand, and Cane didn’t move or try to run from her.  He trusted his girlfriend dearly by now, and couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.  And now Audie wanted to eat him too?!  This day just couldn’t get any better, could it?
The white wolf, plucked Cane up from the chair and stood up.  Then, still holding her tiny boyfriend, she walked over to Audie, and brought Cane over the orange furred wolf’s tea.  Then, she dropped him in.
For a moment, he was free-falling in the air, helpless to the pull of gravity.  Then he landed in her mug with a /splash/, getting tea droplets on Audie’s saucer as he fell in.  Cane put his arms and legs around the rim of the tiny cup to hold him up, and looked up at the orange and white wolf, waiting for what would happen next.
More drool was coming from Audie’s maw, and she licked her lips.  “So . . . I really can enjoy him?” she asked, glancing over at Whitney.
The white wolf nodded.  “Absolutely.”  She went over and sat down at her chair, smiling.  “Do enjoy your little treat.”
“Why, thank you,” said Audie.
She brought the cup back up to her lips, and Cane held on as the platform he was on went higher and higher in the air. The tea lapped up at his body, making him and his fur quite sticky, which was quite nice—the flavor of mind getting on him would likely make him taste even better for the orange furred wolf, and that was a very nice thought.  He wanted to be a nice little treat for her—and he couldn’t wait to see what the inside of her stomach looked like.  He was looking forward to that the most.
When the cup of tea reached her mouth, Audie stopped, looking down at her prey for a moment.  Smiling at him, she said, “Well dear, have a nice trip!  I know I’m going to enjoy this very much—I hope you do too, foxtrot!”
With that, she opened her maw before him, and Cane stared inside.  Her long, beautiful tongue was on full display, framed by sharp, menacing teeth that were dripping with drool.  And behind it all was her throat, dark and looming, which lead down to the destination he wanted most. . .
Audie tipped the cup inside of her mouth, and the tea pushed Cane forward, making him land on her tongue.  It had begun.
Using her tongue, the orange furred wolf pressed Cane to the roof of her mouth.  Then there was a /gulp/ and the fennec fox realized that she had swallowed the tea, but kept him inside.  Perhaps she wanted to play with him for a bit. . . Good.  He definitely was up to being played with.
The slimy tongue tasted Cane, running up and down the fennec fox and pressing him harder against the roof of her mouth.  Outside, Audie’s eyes widened as she sampled her meal, and she let out a happy moan of surprise.  Smiling, Whitney sat down next to her, folding her legs elegantly.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he?” the white furred wolf asked, and Audie nodded eagerly, bringing Cane up and down in the process.  “Try him some more then, dear,” she encouraged her.  “Give him a few more licks. . . Trust me, he’ll like that /very/ much.”
The orange furred wolf nodded again, and she ran her tongue across Cane some more, loving his beautiful flavor.  The mint that mixed in with it was nice too, adding to the pleasure she was experiencing.
Inside, Cane smiled as he was licked again and again by the dripping tongue.  Getting to know a predator from the inside out like this was always quite nice—and he enjoyed every single minute of such an encounter.  Now, what was she going to do next, he wondered?
Audie lowered Cane from the roof of her maw, letting him fall down at the center of her tongue.  Then, she tossed him around her mouth, pressing him against one cheek, then the other, tasting more and more of him as she did so.  The orange furred wolf just couldn’t get enough of the fennec fox’s taste—it seemed she had really taken a liking to the predatory lifestyle.
Whitney giggled as she watched Audie continue to taste Cane, with lick after lick after lick. Goodness, the other wolf had taken to this easier than she expected!  It was truly a relief and a blessing to see that.  Now, she just had to send the fennec fox down where he belonged. . .
Right on cue, Audie’s stomach let out a long, low growl, and the orange furred wolf put a hand on it, realizing just how hungry she truly was.  She gave Whitney a tentative glance, and the white furred wolf laughed.  “Goodness me, dear, you don’t need my permission,” said Whitney, giving her a nod and a smile.  “Swallow him down.  Trust me, your stomach will thank you for it.”
Audie nodded back, grinning.  Inside, Cane was brought back to the center of her mouth, and there was a brief pause of hesitation.  Then, the fennec fox was pushed by the tongue, pushed back until he reached the back of her throat, where his legs dipped into the dark pit.  Smiling, Cane waited for the inevitable to occur, and then it happened: a loud /gulp/ rang out throughout the mouth, and he was sucked down her throat, toward her growling belly.
The esophagus squeezed tight around the fennec fox, and he smiled at the sensation, loving how compact it was in here.  It was like a tight massage, and as the throat squished around his body, he was lowered, inch by inch, down toward Audie’s stomach.
The orange furred wolf gasped as her prey traveled down, feeling the bulge he made in her esophagus.  “My goodness!” she exclaimed, looking over at Whitney.  “That. . . That feels quite nice, I must say!  And seeing my prey like that is very enjoyable as well. . .”
The white furred wolf laughed.  “You haven’t seen anything yet, my dear.  Just wait until he gets to your stomach.”
And wait they all did: Cane, Audie, and Whitney all held their collective breaths, awaiting his arrival into her belly.  Down the prey traveled, getting closer and closer every second as the throat continued to push him toward the hungry gut.  And then, at last, it happened.
Cane felt his legs get pushed into an open space, getting free from the confines of the esophagus—and he knew exactly what that meant.  He smiled, and submitted to the pull as the throat forced the rest of him downward—and then he was falling down into the belly, until he landed on top of the half-digested tea cakes with a sickening /plop/.  Sitting up, he studied his new location with an eager smile.
What he saw could only be described as vile.  But for Cane, it was one of the most beautiful organic environments he had ever seen.  The walls pulsed and rumbled, letting out loud growls as they squeezed around the food inside.  And speaking of food, the belly was full of it, all in various states of digestion: from the still-digesting, chewed-up tea cakes, to the steady stew that was Audie’s breakfast of eggs and carrots.  The smell of the place was even worse, as the distorted scents of the what the food once was surrounded Cane’s nose, along with the natural, gross smells of the belly, from its walls to its oozing digestive fluid.  And those fluids extended to the ground, where it was starting to pool down below, lapping up Cane’s ankles.
This was Audie’s stomach, a gross interior world that completely contrasted with the elegant and composed exterior.  And Cane loved it all.
The fennec fox smiled and walked to one of the dripping walls, giving it a deep sniff.  The smell immediately accosted his nose, and he savored it, liking how much it reminded him of where he was, how he was now lower in the food chain than he had ever been.  He smiled and reached out, rubbing his hand against the walls gently, feeling ooze run down onto his palms.  Oh yes, this was it.  This was all, to put it all in one word . . . /perfect/.
Audie gasped as she felt Cane fall down inside her stomach, filling her up even more—my goodness, was that an amazing feeling!  And the way he was moving around in there, tickling her gut and reminding her that she had living prey inside . . . well, that just made thing even better!
“Enjoying yourself, are you?”  Whitney’s voice jolted Audie out of her happy daze, and she looked over at the other wolf, who was smiling at her.  “You look just like how I was when I first swallowed Cane,” the white furred wolf said, putting a gentle hand on her knee.  Audie blushed, her face turning just a bit red.  “Now now.  There’s nothing to be ashamed of, my dear,” Whitney continued.  “We all have our desires, our hungers.  And here, you are allowed to embrace it.”
The orange furred wolf nodded, smiling, feeling quite reassured.  “I understand.  Thank you, Whitney.”
“Why of course, my dear,” the white furred wolf replied.  Then, a smirk entered her face, and she reached for some more food.  “Now, would you care for some more of my tea cakes?”
Audie gasped.  “You mean . . . eat while Cane is in there?  Why, I would never!  I mean, I don’t know if I should—”
“Trust me, he’ll love it,” Whitney reassured her.  She smiled, and held out the cake.  “Now, are you up for it.”
The orange furred wolf thought for a moment, and then, she slowly nodded.  “Alright.  Let’s do it.”
Whitney brought the tea cake closer to her mouth, and Audie opened up, allowing the white furred wolf to place the food on her tongue.  Chewing contently, she let out a happy sigh as the sweet flavors filled her mouth.  “Mmm!” she said, swallowing down the tea cake.  “That was delicious.”
“Excellent.  I’m so happy you enjoy my tea cakes.”  Whitney smiled.  “And it should be landing very soon, I believe. . .”
Cane was leaning against the stomach wall, basking in the ooze, when the gut let out a low, hungry growl, one that shook the walls and made the fennec fox smile.  The stomach squeezed in, which caused chewed-up food and stomach liquid to splash on Cane, dripping down his body and sticking to his fur.  He didn’t mind though—these were things he always loved about the stomach: its natural processes that lit up the lovely organic landscape.  And surely Audie’s gut was reacting for a reason, too. . .
He soon found out what was happening.  A moment later, the esophagus opened from above, and the remains of the chewed up tea cakes came raining down on the belly, landing in the center.  It was practically a pile of slop now, a sludge-like mass that sat silently as stomach liquids splashed against it.   It added to the scents of the place, filling Cane’s nose with a distorted, sweet scent of what the tea cakes once were.
The fennec fox grinned and walked up to the tea cake remains, sniffing it.  He smiled, looking around at the digesting food, and laughed happily.  He was among the other foods now, just another piece to be digested.  And he loved feeling like that.
Then, the stomach acids began to rise.  The belly gurgled and grumbled, and squeezed in again, which splashed more food and fluids onto Cane.  Then the walls dripped more acid, which caused the pool down below to rise, until it reached the fennec fox’s knee.  Then, it stopped, and the stomach returned to normal.
Looking around, he could see that some of the food was already fully digested, and had joined the pool below as a slurry, an ooze that ran in the liquid.  Cane smiled, and fully took in the environment for a moment: the scents, the sounds, and sights.  It was all so much, a sensory overload that he enjoyed more than anything else in the world.  He smiled, and walked up to the tea cake pile, splashing around happily in the stomach liquid.
Meanwhile, Audie moaned and leaned back in her seat, feeling Cane continue to walk around inside her stomach.  “Good gracious,” she said to Whitney, blushing.  “Having living food is such a delight, I must say. . .”
“Good,” the white furred wolf replied, grinning.  “It feels even better as your stomach goes toward digestion—it speeds up when there’s food inside.  You’re going to /really/ like this, my dear. . .”
The stomach churned and growled around Cane, and more and more food splashed on him as it squeezed in again.  Liquid dripped faster from the walls, and rose the pool even higher, getting it up to his midsection before it finally stopped.  Making his way through the pool, the fennec fox found the tea cake and leaned against it, happily sighing as he relaxed in the chewed up food.
The stomach, in contrast, was not relaxed.  It was getting tumultuous in Audie’s gut, but Cane didn’t seem to really notice—he was so wrapped up in the sensory overload.  The fennec fox sighed happily as the liquids splashed around him, and more food landed on his fur.  This was paradise.
Audie sighed and rubbed her stomach, feeling very content.  “Goodness me.  I wasn’t expecting these events when I came in here, but I must say. . . This has been a fantastic evening indeed.”
“I’m glad you found it to be so,” Whitney said, grinning.  “You should come by another time.  Indulge in your predator instincts a bit more often.”
The orange wolf’s face lit up, and she grinned.  “Oh, absolutely!  That sounds /quite/ delightful.  Thank you, Whitney!”
“Of course, my dear,” the white furred wolf replied, giving her a reassuring smile.  “Predators have to stick together, after all.”
Meanwhile, in Audie’s stomach, the gross pool was rising higher, and it reached Cane’s neck.  The fennec fox sighed and relaxed in it, sighing contently in the gross, vile space.
This was where he belonged.  That was something he was certain of.
And so he rested in the belly, smiling.