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"On the contrary my furred friend, I couldn't be more serious. I'd like to think that this is better than having your innards consumed but I can let you make the call on that." Felix grinned and rolled onto his back, his member's tip resting a few scant centimetres above his navel. "The thing is little mousy that you will be pleasuring me, even over your dead body if need be but I for one would rather it didn't come to that. So please, I invite you to do your best." Felix wiggled while still on his back, his member swinging back and forth hypnotically as he did so.

"Innards consumed" Izzy thought and swallowed dry. He had seen animals feeding on mice before, and he wouldn't be the next one. He had to do it, put all of his pride away and do it. He'd pleasure the mouse killing machine if it meant another day on this earth. Izzy approached the member slowly and hesitantly placed both paws around it. He started to rub the member up and down slowly, using the saliva that coated his paws as lubricant to make his job easier. He thought about saying something, but he didn't want to bother the fox. The last thing he needed was Felix to be annoyed.

Felix let out a content sigh as the mouse touched his twitching member, his tail started to wag involuntarily at the pleasure as well. However, the mouse didn't seem to be going anywhere and seemed to think a hand job was going to suffice. Felix couldn't let a poor, hungry mouse go starving could he? "You won't be getting any of the treat doing just that. You're going to have to use your mouth and I'd rather you did it yourself, but if that seems too impossible I'm sure I can make it fit with a little persuasion."

The clear threat was enough to scare the mouse into going further than a hand job. With no pride left and his life on the line, Izzy was quick to take action. He took a knee, opened his mouth, closed his eyes and jerked forward, engulfing half of the fox's member in his mouth. He wanted to gag and even felt like throwing up, but he knew that the happier the fox was, the better his chances of survival were, so he held everything back. Not having breakfast actually helped him. Next he started to jerk his head forwards and backwards, being sure to use his tongue to rub the pink member as much as he could. The mouse thought about biting down and running for a second, but he was too afraid of the gruesome death that would follow soon after. With the warmth and the hypnotic motions, the mouse found some serenity in his job. The fear was there, but the revulsion slowly faded away...

Felix slumped to his side in pleasure to give the mouse a better angle to work at, he also wasn't sure if the little mouse knew about his knot, and even if he did Felix wasn't sure it would even fit. The mouse was already taking in half of his member and he wasn't sure if that was the limit or not, either way Felix thought it would be better to not kill the mouse with his member and instead decided to let the mouse do as much as he could. That however, did not mean Felix could not give encouragement. "I can barely feel that, what are you trying to do? Just focus the tip? I'm afraid you're going to have to do much better than that if you want to escape." Felix then lent down and nipped the mouse on his rear, not enough to hurt but enough to send a message. He also wondered if the mouse was enjoying this; it would be hard to not get hard in a situation like this.

The hypnotises was broken as the fox started to speak. Felix's cock already reached the back of Izzy's mouth, but the words of encouragement made him swallow even more. The small bite on his butt cheek was enough to get him going a little deeper even. But in this awful situation, the adrenaline together with the warmth and mesmerising motions got the mouse hard. Izzy's own member swelled up and went erect as he choked on Felix's.

Felix noticed the mouse's member slowly make itself known to the world and couldn't help but grin at the sight. "Someone seems to be enjoying this more than they let on. I never would have thought a mouse would be into this." His grin never once faltered, he found it more amusing than anything. He was also trying to hide the fact that he was oh so close to his peak now. He had done a good job of hiding his feral instincts and outwards pleasure but it was reaching a point where such illusions would fail. It wouldn't be long now and the mouse was oh so close to gobbling up the entire thing, knot included if he got that part inside before it expanded. Maybe some more encouragement was required? No, the mouse was probably doing all it could and as it was it already felt heavenly. The way the taut throat stretched and suckled on his invading member was almost too much to simply play off as nothing. He wasn't even sure if actual sex was this good.

Izzy was literarily chocking. He could barely breathe with the fennec's member inside his throat. His eyes were watering, but he didn't give up. He felt his cheeks go red when the fennec noticed his hard member. Felix's member was reaching deep into his throat, but still the mouse forced his way forward more each time his head motioned forward. He only thought about how his performance would impact his survival chance, but he knew deep inside that he was starting to enjoy it.

Felix noticed how hard the mouse was trying, at this point it wasn't in his heart to devour the little bugger, death by dick asphyxiation was probably not his desired route to go either. It also pained him slightly to see the very obvious bulge of his member in the mouses stretched throat, he kind of hoped it didn't hurt and yet at the same time hoped it did just a little. With those thoughts in mind and his peak practically teetering on the edge Felix reached down and pulled his member out of the mouse until the tip was just outside his mouth. "Breath." He commanded the mouse before shoving his entire length back into the mouses abused throat. He took it like a champ and Felix shuddered as the spike in pleasure was enough to send him over. He practically deposited the treat straight into the mouses awaiting stomach as his small knot flared in his mouth, propping it open even more. With the mouses, flexibility, the knot didn't actually pose a threat of suffocating the mouse as it could probably be removed. The seed he had built up for a long time however was a different matter entirely unfortunately.

The mouse was suddenly pulled back by the fox with ease. The fox didn't even have to say the word for the mouse to start breathing. He quickly took a breath or two before the fox shoved his head back into his cock. This time the whole length of the fennec, including the knot, entered his mouth and throat. Soon after Felix ejaculated, sending a wave of the 'treat' straight into the mouse's stomach. At this point the fox cock was so deep in this throat he didn't even have to swallow, everything went down on its own. A few gulps of cum later, when the mouse's stomach felt as if carrying a large meal, the mouse pushed himself back. The cock left his mouth with a loud 'plop' and Izzy fell on his back on the sand, trying to regain his breath. He noticed now how lightheaded he was, a few more seconds and he could have fainted.

Felix tried to stand up but found he couldn't, the mouse had either done an extraordinarily good job or it had just been a while for Felix, maybe both; he had stopped counting after the 2nd year. He also found the mouse quite cute with how it was spread out on its back with a very noticeable lump on its underside. It was still breathing so he hadn't killed it so that was a positive. Instead of focusing on the mouse's health he instead opted to poke its belly with his snout. It was warm to the touch and caved in easily at his touch although that did push it around to less desirable locations for the mouse. He was also not responding as much as he was normally, he could probably use this to his advantage as well. Maybe if he... No, the idea was crazy, but it seemed like too much fun to simply ignore. With a plan set Felix forced himself onto wobbly legs and climbed out of his small hole. The next part would easily be his least favourite but it was unfortunately necessary. With a heave and a little bit of willpower Felix forced up his half eaten meal and the rest of his stomach's contents. He felt sickly but knew it wouldn't last long; he also needed to do more than just that. Luckily the mouse was still recovering and either didn't notice or wasn't aware enough to care what was going on. Felix quickly rushed off to the lake, drank some water and threw that up as well. On his second time doing it he noticed that the water was as clear as it had gone in, that was a good sign. He then rushed back to the mouse who had only moved slightly since he had left and was surprised at the fact that he was still out of it. No matter Felix put his plan into action and started to slowly lick the exhausted mouse.

Izzy laid there confused and lightheaded looking up at the sky. The lack of air and physical strain really did a number on him. At least, he thought, he wasn't hungry anymore, and the whole ordeal didn't leave a mess on his fur, which made him quite happy. He heard Felix cough weirdly next to him, but he didn't muster the strength to look at what he was doing. Next he heard the fox walk away. Was he free? Did he actually survive the encounter with the fox? It appeared so. In any case, Izzy wasn't about to lay there and let another predator find him, or wait for Felix to change its mind. Izzy stood up with difficulty but immediately fell back on the ground. It was all too much and he needed a few minutes to regain enough strength to walk around the lake back into his den. He closed his eyes and relaxed a bit, that is, until he felt something tickle his fur. He opened his eyes to see the gigantic fox muzzle poking its tongue out and licking him. Fear started to crawl up. "What are you doing? You're not thinking of... of eating me right? We have a deal!"

Felix grinned down at the helpless mouse, this was already fun! "I believe that we never had a deal, simply just a shot at freedom. I never promised anything, there was always a chance this could happen so don't give me that look. Besides," Felix begun with as he slowly and sensually licked the bulge on the mouse's belly, "I've never had a cream filled treat before."

Izzy started to shiver. He had to admit, the licks on his nethers did fell good, but there were more pressing matters. "N-no you-you said you'd let me go! I did what you wanted! Please!" The mouse said desperately. The adrenaline was enough to give him the strength try another go at standing up and running away. He had to try; he didn't believe he'd have another chance.

"You did do what I wanted, and you did it very well but I never promised." Felix licked the entire length of the mouse's body again, this time stopping at his neck and assaulting it with licks, even with its perceived evident demise such a display of power would probably scare the mouse into complying again. Felix stopped after a few seconds and towered above the mouse, panic and fear very evident in its eyes. "How about this, I will not kill you, that of which you have my word." He said somewhat sarcastically to keep the mouse on edge. "I'll try not to hurt you either but I can't make promises there." He then pressed the mouse into the sand as he stepped on his chest, the sand easily gave way and it would mean the mouse would take longer to escape if it tried. "Here is where your choice comes into play, you can either trust me and live, or try and run away and get torn to shreds in a moment. All I need you to do is willingly climb inside." Since Felix had already gotten a foot away from the mouse he was practically already in position for what he wanted. He laid down on his stomach again and opened his maw wide, showing each and every razor sharp teeth and his slimy tongue that thrashed around at its waiting meal. What was probably most intimidating of all however was the pink and black flesh of his throat that rippled in anticipation.

Izzy had no idea what to do. At this point he didn't trust the fennec anymore, and besides, Felix wasn't asking for something degrading, he was asking for the mouse to willingly walk into his doom. It didn't help that the sight in front of him was every mouse's worst nightmare. He faced the maw that was made for eating mice, and it awaited him eagerly. For a few seconds Izzy was unable to move, he simply couldn't make a decision. His chest rose and fell as he breathed and stared at his doom. A wave of air that smelled like berries hit the mouse on the face. This broke the spell and he was at least able to talk again. "F-fox I... don't want to be eaten... I'm not... I'm not food!" He said, still unable to take his eyes off the pulsating throat that waited for him.

"And you won't be!" Felix said with unchecked enthusiasm as his tail and butt wagged in anticipation, oh how he wanted this. "Think of it like a home away from home, a home that wants you to be inside it as much as you want to be in it. Come on, what the worst that can happen?" Felix thought about that carefully, he wasn't sure if the mouse actually knew he had vomited and even if he did it only made it that much more fun. "I promised I wouldn't kill you didn't I?"

"Promises from a fox..." he said to himself. Izzy used the last of his strength to stand up from the sand. He already judged himself incapable of getting away from the fox, and that was when he was well rested. He'd once again have to go with the fox's word. To him it was clear that it meant the end. Izzy approached the mouth without a word and stopped only one step short of getting in the mouth. He could see it in detail now; even the small strings of drool hanging from the roof of the mouth were visible. He could only imagine how many mice had seen this before everything was over. Izzy froze, he could not bring himself to move one more centimetre. He stood there holding back his tears.

Felix waited patiently and just as he predicted, the mouse walked up to his gaping maw, his only bastion of hope. He was salivating hard, his body ready for the ripe and fat treat that was presenting itself to him. He could practically taste the mouse. Unsurprisingly it stopped at the foot of his open maw, fear probably taking hold, he had accounted for this and waited a little while longer, if the mouse didn't move then he might have to take matters into his own paws.

Izzy swallowed his fear and moved his paw inside on top of the tip of the tongue, just behind the fangs. Slowly he lowered it onto the tongue until he had a firm hold. He felt the organ squish around his little hand. He hated to think about how much the fox would be enjoying his suffering. He gave the outside world his goodbyes and put another paw inside. Again, another rush of berry scented air hit his nose, and a few drops of saliva fell on his face. His courage vanished, he couldn't move once again. He closed his eyes and just hoped for the nightmare to be over.

Felix had hoped the mouse would have taken things a little further; he didn't want to actually do anything. Having a meal give itself to him was better than simply taking. It made it that much more satisfying. With that said Felix was getting tired of the mouses fear and reluctance, if he knew what was better for him he would do as he was told. Felix backed up a little so that the mouses hand left his mouth in preparation for his motivation. "You will get in my maw and you will like it when I next invite you to do so. I did not go through the trouble I did just to have you wimp out now as if a fox's outspoken promise means nothing. Do I make myself clear?" Felix both commanded and questioned the mouse, his quick temper showing itself.

Felix's mouth backed away enough to get it out of reach of Izzy. The little mouse fell down on the sand with arms stretched out in front of him. He looked up to see Felix, who right now didn't seem very pleased. The mouse managed to stand up and looked up to see the towering fox. The very clear threat did not go unnoticed, and Izzy answered with a reluctant yes. He had a peaceful life, unlike most mice, and he didn't want it to be over, but there didn't seem to be a way out. He'd do what Felix commanded, in his mind he was already a goner, so now he only had to avoid a gruesome death. The mouse stood up on all fours and waited for his predator to open his mouth again. "If go back on your promise... please make it quick..." He said looking down at the sand and the fox paws in front of him.

Felix gave a small nod before his excited grin returned to his face once more. After that it didn't take long for him to lower himself once more onto his stomach and open up his maw wide for the mouse to climb inside. Drool hung from the ceiling in anticipation, his tongue thrashed around for the first taste of the meal and his throat pulsated in joy for what was to come. "I'm sure you'll find your accommodations to your liking." He teased as he waited.

Izzy really didn't like how the fox was speaking to him. He felt as a toy. The mouse tried to slow down his breathing. He didn't have much time to find the courage and walk in. If he didn't, he feared the fox would give him a slow and painful end. But still, he couldn't do it, every time he moved in for a step, his body screamed at him to stop. He couldn't walk in, but he had to. In that moment Izzy decided how he'd do it. He inhaled what he thought would be the last fresh air in his life and lunged forward. His belly grinded against the fox's tongue, carrying with him all the gooey lubricant saliva until his snout reached the back of the throat. At this point he stopped; the fox would be the one to shove him further in. Izzy had everything down to his waist inside the gigantic mouth. His arms were pinned against his side, he was careful not to move them since the sharp fangs surrounded his body now. For a moment the mouse opened his eyes to see the pulsating void that awaited him. He promptly closed them. The smell of berries was stronger than ever, which was at least better than most days. The gushes of air blew his saliva coated fur back and forth as the mouse awaited the fox to drag him further in.

Felix had expected his pep talk to work, but not to that degree. He had never found a naturally willing meal before and he wondered if this was roughly what it was like. While the feelings themselves were nothing too special, the knowledge of a prey willingly giving itself to him was beyond what simple words could describe. Felix waited a few more moments to see if the mouse would go any deeper and when it didn't he decided that it had done all it could. It was his turn now. Closing his mouth over the mouse so that its waist still hung out of his mouth he lifted his head up to its normal height. He could feel the mouse squirming slightly, he wasn't sure what with but at least it was still alive. He grinned and decided to have some fun before the mouse meet its temporary accommodation. Keeping a firm grip on the mouses waist with his mouth alone Felix slowly raised his head until it was vertical. He could feel the mouse's noticeable weight on his mouth and how it swung only slightly when his head moved. Without warning Felix let go of the mouse, letting it freefall for a fraction of a second before catching it again just below its waist. He then waited a few more seconds to have the mouse believe he'd do it again but luckily for the small rodent he put his head back down to its normal position and started to thoroughly lick and suckle the mouse, there wasn't any chance in hell he'd fit without good lube up.

The mouse was certainly scared. He hoped for the fox to swallow him quickly and get it all over with, but he knew it wouldn't be this easy; he was far too big to be swallowed like a berry. Finally the mouse felt movement. His world shifted and the somewhat comfortable tongue that held him turned into a teeth's grip. Felix didn't bite down hard enough to draw blood, but the sharp teeth certainly hurt. The mouse fell down a bit and was grabbed again by the teeth. He flinched as he felt the teeth hit his skin, but luckily they didn't break anything. He didn't expect to be whole after something like that, especially after what he had seen happen to other mice. Izzy waited for the fox to do it again, but for some reason it stood there with him hanging limply on its mouth. Finally everything went back to normal, and the mouse laid on the tongue again. This time however the tongue started to coat him in the thick saliva. At least, he thought, it didn't feel that bad. Compared to being held by the teeth this was more like a massage.

Felix flipped the mouse over in his mouth to get the other side of him and started his short job at lubing the mouse up. Once he felt that was good enough Felix had to do something about the mouses lower half as well that was still mostly sticking out of his mouth. He had an idea but it would require some precision and a boat load of willpower not to swallow the mouse but he believed it was possible. Once again Felix raised his head but this time it was only a weak incline he put the mouse on, he let go of the mouse and savoured the feeling of it sliding in his mouth and towards his mouth. Just as the mouse's bottom entered his mouth he closed his mouth once more, blanketing the mouse in darkness. He also used his tongue and teeth to stop the mouses decent, his tongue to initially slow him down and his teeth to hold onto the mouse's tail to stop him from sliding. Once the mouse was in place Felix lowered his head once more and sat there basking in the feeling of the mouse in his mouth. Its head was just over the peak of which his throat started and if he were to move any further the possibility of falling was very real. Other than that having his mouth full of living prey was something he doubt he'd be able to achieve again and as such savoured it some more. Once he was done in his self indulgence he continued to lube the mouse up, his final destination coming closer and closer by the second.

Izzy could barely breathe. Every time he tried the tongue he'd end up swallowing some saliva. Finally he had time to rest as the fox seemed to be satisfied with his current coat of goo. When the mouse started to slide in the direction of the throat he assumed that would be swallowed. Instead the fox grabbed his tail and held him firmly just before he fell into the crevice that lead to the stomach. The mouse was scared, but there was some silver lining. Every time the tongue hit his member it felt good, amazing in fact. The mouse, despite his crazy and deadly situation, couldn't help but get hard from everything going on.

Felix flipped the mouse over again and started to work on its underside. It only took a scant few seconds before Felix found out the mouse was enjoying this much more than he was letting on. He grinned, something the mouse couldn't see and started to 'accidently' brush over that area more than anywhere else. He was actually surprised at both the fact that the mouse seemed to be enjoying this and the fact of how big the mouses member was. Granted, the mouse was much larger than others of its species but Felix was surprised none the less. After focusing the area enough to probably arouse suspicion of his intentions without actually doing anything outright, Felix slowly started to lift his head. He felt the mouse's weight start to tug on its tail and he shivered in anticipation at what was to come. If the mouse wanted release than he'd have to do it himself, Felix wasn't patient enough to pleasure the mouse to an orgasm with such a meal waiting to be eaten. After his head arrived at the near vertical angle it was at before and waiting a dauntingly long time for the mouse, Felix let go and opened wide.

The fox rubbed the little mouse's member more than enough times for it to get close to an orgasm. The mouse was experiencing a mix of bliss and utter horror. Finally his world shifted once again, but this time gravity pulled him in the direction of the dark throat. He closed his eyes and suddenly started to fall in the direction of the dark awaiting gullet, his whole body grinded against the pink tongue. The mouse didn't resist, it was all happened too fast, and it was too confusing for him to take action. Despite being eaten by his natural predator, he was aroused. The excitement was such that, while his body grinded against the tongue, the mouse released his pent up tension in the form of an orgasm.

With his previous lubing of the mouse, the cream filled treat slid down to its destination with purpose. That was not to say Felix didn't get to feel the large lump make its way down his throat with a spare paw, even so much as to press against the mouse as it descended. His meal quickly entered his stomach and he felt it bulge a little at its new occupant, the mouse filling Felix up enough for his body to tell him he ate too much. As he stood there basking in the afterglow he smacked his lips and suddenly tasted a salty flavour in his mouth near the back of his tongue. His on high brain knew what it was but the pieces didn't seem to click for him straight away. When he spat some of it out after swallowing the majority of it he blushed at the sight of the very distinctive seed that laid on the sand before him. The naughty mouse did manage to get off on his way down. He kind of liked the taste, salt was not easy to get in the dessert. He thought about that as he started his way towards the oasis's pond, his stomach slightly swaying side to side as he did so. While he was used to eating mice, this one was both much larger than normal and still had its bones in it. As he got to the water he drunk a little to quench his own and maybe the mouses thirst before making his way under a large leaf and digging himself a small hole. He gave the mouse about an hour before anything bad would start happening. He somewhat hoped he was right with his guess.

Everything pulsated, and the fox's heart was the loudest noise out of all the gurgles and groans. After a few seconds Izzy finally arrived in the large chamber that was the stomach. Well, larger compared to the tight oesophagus. Everything smelled like berries, but to his surprise there were none present. He imagined how fast the digestive system of the fox must have been for that to happen. The mouse soon started to feel himself sway right and left, and imagined the fox was relocating. After he settled down he was finally able to find a comfortable position. Suddenly he imagined how many mice had gone through this chamber. It was a funeral home for critters like him. He struggled for a few minutes thinking about that, trying his best to get out but stopped due to exhaustion. A few seconds passed as the mouse heard the rhythmical beating of the fennec's heart and it was quite soothing. He finally accepted his own demise. In a few hours he'd be part of Felix as just another layer of fat. This time, however, the thought didn't scare him, he wanted peace of mind, and accepting it brought him that. At least in what he thought would be his last moments he was able to find peace of mind.

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Felix blinked a few times to wake himself up after his quick nap that he always took after eating a large meal. It normally helped his body work through it but this time it just helped him rest as he could still feel the mouse move every so often. He saw it as both a blessing and a curse, an easy meal skipped and yet a promise fulfilled. He got up slowly and stretched himself, the weight startling him after it had been resting on the soft sand beneath him for the duration of his nap. He stretched causing his body to be put in drastically different positions in a short amount of time, no doubt notifying the mouse of his movement unless it was a heavy sleeper. After yawning and smacking his lips a few times he wondered where the best place to eject the mouse was. He reasoned next to the water would be best as since the sun was shifting into late afternoon it would both not be as cruel as it was an hour or so ago and the mouse would be able to clean itself. He slowly trod over to the water's edge before digging a small hole for the mouse just before the water crashed into the sand. He then stood there for a minute, knowing that the next bit would be ever so unpleasant as although he was unfortunately experienced in throwing things up, he had never thrown something up this big or still intact for that matter. He started by drinking a fair amount of water and praying it would not drown the mouse, the liquid would help his escape by both lubing up his exit and the mouse inside of him who he wasn't sure if it was still slimy or not.

Either way Felix moved his stomach around forcibly with his abdominal muscles, the awful and familiar feeling of needing to throw up quickly over taking him. His body rocked back and forth as his stomach squeezed around its occupant, forcing it up his small throat with a great deal of pain on his end. While the mouse was easy going down it was not so coming back up and he had to will himself not to swallow the mouse back down. It took effort but he felt something enter the back of his throat before almost catapulting its way out of his mouth and into the sand below, the water and presumably some stomach juices coating the mouse and wetting the sand. Felix fell to his side before checking if the mouse was indeed okay, he was panting for air, something he had in short supply during the ordeal and he could still feel liquids seeping from his throat, into his mouth and onto the sand below as he laid there panting and dry heaving. He probably wasn't doing this again with something so big.

With new peace of mind, Izzy closed his eyes and waited. He was ready to pass on now. He had some time to collect his thoughts now. First of all, the expected the stomach to be a lot more hell-like than it was. Luckily there were no acids or food sloshing around, and his skin didn't start to melt immediately like he imagined it would. Also, the smell wasn't that bad. It was acidic and strong, but the berry smell was what his nose picked up mostly. Lastly, the stomach wasn't as cramped at all. He imagined the walls would try to physically turn him into a paste to aid the chemical digestion, but the only movement from them was like a soft massage. All this together and the mouse even liked it? Izzy was confused, of course he preferred his little hole, but this wasn't the worst place to be, and it sure as hell wasn't the worst way to die. He thought that it was the right decision to die in there than to be mauled and tortured to death outside. At least there he had more intimacy with himself and the creature that he would become a part of.

Everything started to shake. Izzy didn't notice, but he had fallen asleep. His toes and arms tingled almost to the point where they were burning. Unlike when he arrived, there was now a puddle of juices that covered the bottom of the stomach. His fur itched a lot and the air was getting scarce. Was he mistaken about the fox's stomach? Was digestion only kicking off now, and he would indeed have a slow and gruesome death? He would be scared if he wasn't so lightheaded by the lack of air. The stomach squeezed the air pockets out and his lungs too. His vision blurred as he was pushed up. Without realising the mouse soon saw light again and fell on the sand on his back.

He could barely see. His eyes were accustomed to the dark stomach, and the desert. To him it was all a big blur of white. His mind started to clear and his mind to come back. For a few seconds he was convinced he was on the afterlife. Izzy stayed like that for a few seconds until he realised how much his back itched against the sand. He felt around his back and noticed some clumps of fur missing. Next he looked to his side to see the panting fox, grasping for air. If Felix was with him, he wasn't in heaven. At that point Izzy realised the pain in his lungs. He coughed some liquid and breathed quickly. If he was dead, this wasn't heaven at all.