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Mister Brock and Mister Todd

By Strega

To say that Mister Brock and Mister Todd weren't friends was putting it lightly. There were at best rivals and often outright enemies. Only recently Brock had found Todd asleep deep in his den and set energetically about filling in the entrance, digging as hard as only a badger can to shovel dirt into the hole and entomb the fox. Had Todd not wisely built his den with more than one entrance the rivalry might have ended then and there. Instead it went on, with the long-legged fox often harassing the larger but slower-running badger and nipping his rump when he got the chance.

He would wait at the back entrance of bunny burrows as Brock dug his way in through the front, often snagging the largest and plumpest bunny for himself as it strove to escape the sharp teeth and long claws of the hungry badger. Mister Brock did not appreciate this at all and would hiss like a teakettle and chase after the fox, only for Todd to laugh, outrace him, and then pause in full view of the badger and bolt the kicking bunny down whole just to rub it in.

It was an old rivalry and one well-steeped in mutual hatred, so when Mister Brock woke from a nap one day and smelled the fox at the entrance to his burrow his lips skinned back from his fangs. He had learned not to burst thoughtlessly forth after his enemy lest he find Todd had cornered a skunk or some other vile thing right where he'd step on it so all that came out of the burrow was a growl.

"I just want to talk, Brock," yipped the fox from a safe distance. "I have an idea."

Cautiously Brock poked his nose from his burrow.

"I have an idea too," growled the badger. "You could come here and put your head in my mouth so that tomorrow I cough up a big ball of orange and white fur."

"Brock, listen," yipped the fox. "We've been doing this for years. I know you hate me for stealing your prey and I hate you for eating my brother. Can we just talk for a minute?"

"I ate your brother because you two were little assholes," growled the badger, who was older than Todd and a near-adult back when Todd and his brother were only half-grown. "I never got a wink of sleep with you two always tracking me down and bothering me. It was the greatest day of my life when I heard you two outside my den and I was waiting with jaws open when he ran in to nip me. He ran right down my throat."

"I know," said Todd, for the badger had emerged from his den, half a fox hanging from his jaws, and put his rump safely against his burrow entrance before slowly and theatrically swallowing his brother alive. The last Todd had seen of Dash was a set of black hindpaws and then a great brush of a foxtail draining into the badger's maw as the long bulge moved through the badger's neckfur. Brock had waited until there was nothing left but a twitching lump in his middle, grinned at Todd and belched before backing into his den, and there was nothing at all Todd had been able to do to save his brother. Any attempt to go into the badger's burrow to rescue him would only result in both of them exploring Brock's guts together.

"So go away," the badger growled, "Or I will do to you what I did to him."

"If you could catch me you would have long since," Todd said reasonably. "But I had an idea."

"You always have ideas," Brock growled. "They are usually about stealing my food."

"You know I am smarter than you are, Brock," yipped Todd. "I thought of a way we could both eat well, very well, by hunting together."

Now Brock knew better than to trust Todd after years of trickery, but he also knew that he couldn't catch the fox. He was also quite hungry. So against his better judgment he said, "All right. I'm listening."

"I went to the man's farm last night and I found this," said the fox, and nosed a cloth thing into view. "It is a big bag, the sort he uses to hold vege-tables."

"And?" growled the badger.

"You know how when you burrow into the bunny warrens? You catch one or two that dart down blind tunnels, but some always escape through the back tunnel. Yes," the fox yipped as the badger opened his mouth, "I do wait there and catch one for myself, but you wouldn't have gotten it anyway. So don't get angry about me stealing those. And maybe me being there drives one into your jaws too."

Now like all badgers Brock very much liked being irritated, it being the defining mood of his being, but the fox was being reasonable. Brock was of course hoping Todd would stray within reach, since for years he'd dreamed of sending the fox down his throat after his brother, but Todd was much too wise to do that. Nor would lunging at the fox accomplish anything, as he stayed far enough away to easily outrun him. In the absence of a clear way to get the fox into his stomach Brock was willing to hear Todd out.

"Fine," he growled ill-temperedly. "Say on."

"Right now there is a family get-together at the big bunny warren down the hill," yipped the fox. "There must be a dozen or more in there. Now that warren has half a dozen entrances, but between the two of us we could fill them in before the bunnies realized what is happening. We leave just two, you dig your way into one, I'll be waiting with this over the other," he yipped, and held up the bag. "They will have nowhere else to go but down your throat or into the bag and we'll end up with a big bag full of rabbits."

"You mean you will," growled Todd. "And you'll run off and have a feast without me."

"There are too many," the fox yipped. "The bag will be so full I won't be able to outrun you. And if I tried you would catch me and then it wouldn't be just bunnies you'd eat."

"That's true," growled the badger thoughtfully. "I will go with you and sniff around, and if you are telling the truth about how many there are we will see."

A little later, after sniffing at the entrances of the warren, Brock was convinced the fox was telling the truth. He went one way and Todd went the other, swiftly filling in the various burrow mouths. It was nothing the bunnies couldn't fix with time but by the time they noticed the lack of a breeze from the closed-off entrances only two ways in were left and Brock went at one in a fury, his long claws with their hollow undersides acting as shovels to send the dirt flying. A badger can dig faster than a man with a shovel and in very little time he burst into the larger tunnels where he could move as easily as a bunny and found the rabbits leaping back and forth in a panic, finding one after another of their escape routes closed.

This was proving to be an even better idea than he'd thought and Brock simply opened his mouth as a young, panicked bunny tried to dart past him for the tunnel exit. There was a wet thump and a kicking bulge moved through Brock's neckfur as he simply closed him muzzle and swallowed. One of the larger female bunnies leapt out of a side tunnel. This one he knew, Heather he thought her name was. He caught her by the head and bolted her down alive and whole, watched all the while by a horrified young buck who was to terrified to even move when Brock stepped forward after the doe's feet slipped into the corners of his mouth and disappeared. With a third bunny sliding down his throat he sniffed around, rooting out another young one that tried to hide in a store-burrow full of turnips stolen from the farmer's field. The turnips stayed, the bunny added to the growing bulge in his middle.

Brock paused to belch up air that went down with his meals and then scuttled forward. Most of the bunnies had escaped up the one tunnel not blocked by his broad body but the largest male - Jasper, he thought the bunny was named, turned back to face him. Brock heard the panicked cries of the others, which meant Todd must be doing his part with the bag, and Jasper was faced with the unenviable choice of running into an obvious trap or trying to get past him.

Jasper was a big, strong bunny. He fought like a demon. It did not save him. When he flew at Brock's eyes the badger blocked with his forepaws, using his bulk to keep the bunny from getting past him and trapping him against the floor. Jasper let out a terrified squeak as Brock's jaws closed around his rump and then a series of pitiful cries as the badger swallowed him tailfirst and whole. He managed to scratch Brock's lower lip as the jaws lurched up over his head but his last squeak was cut off as the badger's maw closed over his face. Brock swallowed with some effort and the strong, kicking bunny bulged out his neckfur briefly before slipping helplessly down his throat.

The growing bulge in his middle was making the tunnel a bit snug, but snug means nothing to a badger and Brock easily dug enough dirt free to get back into the main room of the warren. A bit of sniffing around showed he had run out of bunnies to gulp down but his count was five and that was a good meal even if Todd ran off with the rest. With some effort he widened the tunnel most of the bunnies had fled down and in which Jasper had turned back to fight. Brock belched up the air that went down with the tough bunny and poked his nose cautiously into the cool night air, fully expecting to find no bag and no Todd.

Yet Todd was there, bulgy in the middle and with a set of bunny hindpaws hanging out on either side of his chops. Brock watched as the fox's muzzle bobbed, the bunny toes disappeared and a kicking bulge moved through white neckfur before becoming part of the struggling lump in the fox's middle. Todd seemed in no hurry and one furry paw held shut the neck of the canvas bag, which was so stuffed there must be a dozen bunnies in it.

"I was sure you'd go," growled Brock, but Todd grinned and pointed the mouth of the bag and opened it just enough that a terrified young bunny shot forth like an arrow from a bow. Brock's jaws snapped open just as fast and one gulp later the little bunny was sliding helplessly down his gullet to join the others.

"All right," Brock said when his throat was empty again. "I admit it, this was a very good idea. Even if you had run off with the bag I still got a good meal." He pulled his suddenly fat middle out of the burrow and looked around. There were thing he'd worried about, like the fox leading dogs or even the farmer to him, but there was nothing but the stars, the cool night breeze and two increasingly plump predators.

Todd pulled a rabbit doe - Jenny? - from the bag and took his time swallowing her. The pitiful cries of the doe as she was swallowed tailfirst made the bag thrash and kick and one big buck wormed his head out past the fox's paw only to find Brock's muzzle waiting for him. One lunge later and the badger was bolting down another protesting bunny, this one the biggest and fattest yet. His throatfur stretched tight around a great lump before he lifted his nose and swallowed heavily. The struggling bunny stuck in his throat for a moment before saliva loosened the stoppage and Brock's ribs creaked as a bunny as heavy as any previous two put together squeezed past his ribcage to add to the great swelling in his belly.

Todd leaned back and belched, almost as fat as Brock and with his free paw pressed against the bulge a bunny's head made where it pressed out through his belly fur. To Brock's surprise the fox reached out and pressed his belly too, and Brock helplessly followed with a burp of his own.

"You're crazy, fox. If I weren't so full you'd be on your way down my throat." Brock reached out and grabbed Todd's shoulder, pulling him closer. "And maybe I'm not too full." His jaws yawned, strings of saliva linking upper and lower fangs as his other forepaw gripped Todd's neck and pulled him in. Maybe he was too full to swallow the fox. He was going to find out.

Weirdly enough Todd didn't struggle or panic even as his muzzle approached the gaping maw of a badger he knew had wanted to gulp him down since he was a cub. The fox's paw darted into the bag and yanked a bunny doe out by the ears. She had time for only a squeak and Brock didn't have time to see if he knew her before the fox stuffed her headfirst into the waiting set of badgery jaws.

Brock growled and swallowed, trying to lean forward to he took in the fox's foreleg as well. Once he had that down his throat the rest would follow. Todd was too fast, though, and as the lump slid down Brock's neck the fox yanked another rabbit from the bag and stuffed it in after. By the time he'd swallowed that one yet a third was in the fox's paw and Brock held up his claws.

"All right! Truce! I'm full. No more, all right?"

In fact he was uncomfortably full and Todd watched, grinning, as Brock squeezed his twitching belly with both forepaws and let out a mighty belch. His belly fur was as tight as drum and some of the bunnies were still wriggling, though they must know they wouldn't get out of there the same way they got in. They would get out the way food usually did, after it was good and digested, though he expected he'd be heaving up a multicolored bunny hairball tomorrow. Fur he couldn't digest and it would still be recognizable, but that was small consolation to the bunnies currently wearing it.

There was something increasingly odd about the fox's behavior and Brock looked down to see Todd's swollen sheath and the protruding pink tip just as the fox's paw reached out to grip his own sheath. The blood forced out of his abdomen by...how many bunnies now?...had to go somewhere and he was half hard himself when Todd's paw wrapped around his sheath and squeezed.

"What is with you, anyway?" He pushed at the fox's shoulder only for Todd to duck and press his cheek against the bulge of swollen, kicking badgery belly. And against Brock's sheath. Brock was uncomfortably aware of going fully erect as the fox's paw stroked him fur and now there was warm breath on his own protruding tip.

"If you bite me, I swear I will swallow you down no matter how much I have to strain to do it," Brock growled.

"Oh," Todd groaned, and Brock watched him stroke his own swollen sheath. "Tell me more." There was still a bunny in the fox's other paw and it chirped in terror as Todd lifted it.

"Please, no," the young doe begged, and then Todd's jaws were around her and with a few tosses of his muzzle the fox swallowed her whole.

Brock by now was almost too full to move. It would take a lot of effort to dig his way back in to the bunny tunnels but he could do it if some threat arose. Given a choice he just wanted to lie here and set about digesting a warren full of bunnies, so he didn't protest much when Todd pushed him onto his back. He watched with great confusion as the almost equally fat fox leaned forward to press their bellies - and sheaths - together. It certainly didn't feel bad but it wasn't anything Brock ever expected to experience and when the fox climbed laboriously up on top of him his confusion only grew.

"What are you doing, fox," he growled, and then his eyes went wide as Todd sat in his lap. The fox had managed to position himself so Brock's unsheathed tip was beneath his tail and as the fox sat the pressure forced the badger to unsheathe. There was only one place for Brock's erection to go and that was right up the fox's ass.

Brock grunted his surprise as Todd groaned. Brock would have thought this sort of thing should hurt but if it did the fox didn't seem to mind. Instead Todd's own vulpine cock popped out of the sheath and one black-furred hand gripped it as the fox leaned forward. The pressure of fat fox belly atop his even fatter one forced a belch out of him and as his jaws opened to let the air out Todd stuffed his entire head in, muzzle, eyes and all. The fox's snout went down his throat and Brock's lips pressed Todd's ears back against his neck. Reflexively Brock's paw gripped the back of Todd's neck to keep him from pulling out and though he was far too full to eat the fox the taste of fur against his tongue made him swallow.

The suction and grip of throat muscles trying to pull him nosefirst to his doom in the stomach of a badger seemed to send Todd into a frenzy and he started to bounce in Brock's lap. He had a swollen badger cock in his ass as did it and though he had never imagined himself in this situation Brock's other hand wrapped around the fox's hip and pulled him down hard every time he lifted. Todd's unsheathed cock was trapped between their bunny-filled bellies and was already dripping goo even as Brock reamed out his asshole. At the other end Brock was working his jaws over Todd's shoulders, slowly swallowing him whole and gripping him with his free hand so the fox could not escape. He was already over Todd's upper body and if he hadn't been so full there was nothing that would have kept him from swallowing the fox alive. He was bigger and stronger and the encounter would have ended with a belch had Todd not arranged for him to be too stuffed to continue past a certain point.

Next to them the bag of bunnies wriggled, the neck tied shut by a fox who knew he'd soon be too distracted to pay any attention to it. It was a thick, tough bag, but the bunnies would eventually get out. Brock found that he didn't really care if they did at at the moment as he was fully aroused and pounding a gorged fox's ass even as he struggled to swallow another few inches of his long-time rival. If he could just get the bunnies positioned right, maybe there was room for Todd after all.

There wasn't. He got Todd swallowed almost to the elbows but his stomach was already so swollen that it pressed his organs against the sides of his ribcage and it was a strain to get even that much of the fox down. As Brock gasped air in through his nostrils and began to accept that it wasn't going to happen Todd suddenly dug fingers into the fur on either side of Brock's swollen belly and used the leverage to try to push himself even deeper. Brock's eyes went wide at the insanity of it all and just them Todd shuddered, tail lashing, and came all over both their bellies. Fur went sticky with copious volumes of watery fox seen and the squeeze of two bellies around the fox's knot just kept it coming.

So then. Todd was crazy. That didn't stop Brock from gripping the fox's hips with both hands and thrusting up into the tight foxy asshole until it was his turn to shudder. He growled through a full mouth and bucked where he lay, spending pent-up badger seed deep inside a fox. An hour before he'd have ridiculed any suggestion that something like this could happen. Todd was going to end up inside him eventually, not the other way around, and, well, there wouldn't be any penises involved. But sex is sex and Brock growled and spent himself. A hole is a hole, it turned out.

Eventually Todd realized that he wasn't going to be swallowed and still needed to breathe and reversed the effort to shove himself in. Brock could easily have held on and suffocated him but what was the point? When he did swallow the fox he wanted him to be awake for it. Slicked down with saliva that had matted down his fur for easy swallowing Todd's shoulders and neck and finally face reappeared. He sucked in a great lungful of air and grinned down at Brock.

"You are insane, fox," growled the badger.

"Not insane," yipped Todd. "Or maybe just a little bit. I didn't stick my head in your mouth until you were too full to swallow me, did I?"

"It was a near thing. One more gulp and I'd have had you started into my stomach and...what?"

Just talking about it had gotten the fox hard again. "What is wrong with you?"

"Well, I don't know," said the fox as he shrugged. "I saw you swallow my brother and it just, um, I can't think of anything else to say but that it ate at me. When I was old enough for vixens the only way I could get interested in them was to imagine them bending around and swallowing me as we mated."

He took a minute to make sure the bag-full-o'-bunnies was still tied tight before he went on. "But it was you I wanted to eat me. Every time I stole your prey I'd swallow it alive and pretend it was you swallowing me. If you only knew how many times I wanted to let you catch me because I knew the second you got your paws on me I was going down your throat."

The bunnies in their bellies had finally given up the ghost and the sense of lumpy firmness was slowly being replaced with a soft, sloshy feel as easily digested flesh began to break down. It would take many hours at least to reduce them to skeletons and many more to digest the tougher bones. At least the occasionally amusing, sometimes arousing but always somewhat queasy sensation of something trying very hard to escape a gurgling doom had stopped.

"That's right," Brock said, and his forepaw took an iron grip on Todd's scruff. "You are." With his other paw he clawed at the entrance to the bunny burrow until the opening was large enough to enter, and then he pulled himself and the equally gorged fox in, dragging the bag with his other paw. When they were in the relative safety of the inner burrows he forced Todd belly down to the ground. Hunched over the prey-fattened fox, his own belly pressing Todd into the dirt, he put his chin against the vulpine's nape and slowly yawned.

"Oh," Todd moaned, and just the sound of jaws creaking wide was all it took. He didn't even need to see the maw opening to swallow him whole. His clawed fingers dug into the dirt and his tail moved aside as Brock stepped up over him and then he was moaning and Brock was growling as a badger cock slid into him once more and the beast hunched atop him began to thrust.

It was a crazy thing, the way the fox behaved. But it was predictable. The merest implication that Brock was about to eat him set him off and over the next few hours the fox's fur was slicked down more than once by saliva as Brock did his best to swallow him. Each time the badger found he was just too full to manage it, and after spending himself in the fox's ass or mouth he'd pull another bunny or two out of the bag, smile as they begged for their lives, and then made sure he was still too full. And when the bag was empty and twelve hours of panting, exhausting sex had finally drained his balls - for badgers are powerful creatures and it took that long to wear down his formidable endurance - he settled down to sleep next to the fox.

As he lay snoring his belly gurgled and churned, consuming the last of his massive meal. More than once already he'd visited the midden of the now-departed bunnies and contributed to it. What he didn't pass or cough up would add to his muscle and fat and he was hard pressed to think when he'd last eaten so well. When he woke the stirrings of hunger had finally begun to manifest themselves and one powerful forepaw reached out to the sticky-furred fox he'd fucked so many times this night.

Todd was not there. Roused, Brock padded into the midden, relieved himself once more and then spent a minute heaving up a slimy mass of fur that resembled a very damp, very large, multicolored rabbit. In fact it was all the remained of more than a dozen such. Five or six had ended in the fox's stomach and at least twice as many in his. Between the two of them they had emptied the warren.

The bunnies had put a lot of work into the place and it did not take much work for a digging beast like a badger to convert it for his own use. There was enough rabbit fur that hadn't been inside a badger to make a nice bed once it was pushed together, half a dozen rooms big enough to sleep in and with a bit of re-excavation the half-dozen and more exits were back in operation and big enough for a badger.

Best of all, other bunnies remembered it as a warren and for a few weeks dinner served itself. They would hop inquisitively down one of the entrance tunnels and quickly find themselves in a much damper and less hospitable tunnel that led to a badger's stomach. Squirrels and a groundhog or two joined them over the weeks until the local prey finally twigged to the fact that a voracious predator now inhabited the place. Only then did Mister Brock need to venture forth to hunt.

Within a day he encountered Mister Todd again, and now the old enemies were something more than that.

"Brock," said the fox, who stayed well out of reach even though his body language told the badger he wanted to be very close indeed, "I still have the bag, and I've found a next of very trusting bunnies. I've spent the last weeks convincing them I am harmless and I am sure I could trick quite a lot of them into the bag. If I bring you a big bag of rabbits, what will happen?"

"What do you think," growled the badger, and slowly and deliberately he yawned a jaw-creaking yawn, making sure to face Todd so the fox could see into the throat he'd almost slid down. That was all it took. Todd shuddered, his sheath suddenly hard, and with his pink tip protruding he sprang to his paws. "I'll go get them!" he yipped, and darted out of sight.

Mister Brock grinned and padded back to his den. No need to go hunting tonight. Food - and more than food - would come to him. As long as Todd brought him enough prey to fill his belly he'd indulge the insane fox's urges.

But all the signs were there. Sooner or later just imagining being eaten wouldn't be enough for Todd. Sooner or later he would put his head into Brock's jaws before the badger was full, either deliberately, or because he mistook a relationship of convenience for friendship and strayed within reach. One day soon the fox would spasm a last time, thrusting against Brock's throat as the badger's jaws closed and he was swallowed whole.

Maybe it would even be tonight.