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Chris and Saeila woke only a couple of hours later, having enjoyed their little nap. As soon as the human sat up, his stomach growled softly, gurgling audibly. The vixen giggled softly and ran a paw across his midsection.

"Hungry love?" Her purple eyes sparkled a bit in the sunlight that still enveloped the room. He nodded and squeezed her waist a bit, pulling her up into a sitting position as well.

"Yeah, I haven't had anything to eat since last night. You scared the bajesus out of me before I could get to the kitchen." Ordinarily, something like that would have made Saeila uncomfortable, as if she had truly done something wrong. However, her lover's good-natured laugh eased her mind. He crawled from the bed and stood up, stretching out a good bit and still in the nude from their previous activities. That alone puzzled him. He was sure he had worn a pair of boxers to bed last night. Had she removed them when tending to his head? That had to be the answer. If that were the case, then she must have hidden them because he was unable to locate them.

After a short hunt, he shrugged and pulled a fresh pair from the chest of drawers, slipping into them quickly.

"What about you honey? Are you hungry? Can I fix you something to eat or maybe a little something to drink?" Chris asked in earnest before stopping himself, "Wait, you probably don't eat 'food' food do you; since you're a stuffed animal."

Saeila giggled and grinned broadly at him.

"No, I don't... and I kinda like that... 'stuffed animal'... sounds kinda exotic." She pulled herself from under the covers and got onto all fours on the bed, lifting a paw to faux-scratch at him, looking quite adorable. "Mreowr."

That time it was Chris's turn to chuckle, reaching out to grab her paw before she could pull it back, yanking her from the bed. That sudden yet gentle jerk ended up with her pressed against him, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. She practically melted in his arms, closing her eyes and lowering her head to rest on his shoulder. It felt so wonderful holding her. It felt right, as if she belonged there. That glorious tickling sensation returned when Saeila's glossy coat brushed against his naked, pink skin. A look of extreme satisfaction bubbled up through his features.

"Mmmm... So what do you eat? You need some kind of nourishment... right?" While he spoke, his fingers trailed down her spine to play with her tail-base, eliciting a loud murr from the vixen. She giggled a little and licked his nose, pressing herself even more firmly against him where her supple bosom mashed against his chest.

"Well, yeah, I do eat, but I'm betting you'll think it's kinda odd." She paused for a moment to let that sink in before continuing, "I eat fabric, fabric of any kind. Clothing, upholstery, even carpeting if that's all I can get. Those boxers you were wearing earlier were pretty tasty. They had a bit of you on them if you get my meaning." She winked at him seductively and snuggled closer. Chris was in shock; she didn't just strip him down, but she ate his clothing as well!

"You ate my boxers? That was my favorite pair!"

Saeila bit her lower lip, her ears folding back as a soft whimper emanated from her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know, honey. Here, you can have them back."

Before he could even ask how she was going to 'give them back' to him, she had shut her eyes, appearing to concentrate for some reason. She remained in that state of odd meditation for some time until the human finally pushed away from her a bit, feeling a strange tingling sensation different from the tickling her pelt caused. It was localized to her waist, groin, and upper thighs. Chris stared in amazement as her fur in those areas changed color and even texture, turning dark blue. Soon there was a pattern of lighter blue and white in the shape of several fish forming within the darker sapphire. Bands of darker blue, waving back and forth through the 'background' formed giving it a look like it was underwater.

When the coloration and patterns were done, the area seemed to smooth out, turning into actual cloth straight from her fur. A band of elastic formed around her waist and a button, small, brown, and plastic, appeared just above her groin. The last part of this seemingly impossible situation was for the cloth to pull away from her body, making it look more comfortable instead of staying skin tight. The whole process, now complete, only took a matter of seconds and it left Chris dumbfounded. Saeila looked up into his eyes, hoping this would keep him from being upset.

"See? Good as new." He didn't answer, still in shock from what he had just seen. She waved a hand in front of his eyes, hoping to snap him out of his stupor, "Honey? Are you alright?"

"How... did you... do that?" His words came slow, muddled, and somewhat incoherent. Obviously the lion's share of his brain power was being used on trying to process the data recently taken in, logic and scientific knowledge trying to break it down and make sense of it, leaving only a minute portion of 'RAM' left to power any form of interface. The vixen giggled softly and kissed his cheek.

"It's magic hun. You're really that surprised by it when you've got a living, breathing, talking, sex-driven plushy in your arms?"

It was true, that alone should have his brain locked up as it was now. The word magic seemed to jerk him free though, at least partially, allowing his speech to be more fluent.

"Magic? I don't understand."

"It's pretty simple. I'm an enchanted plush, I've got a few abilities that you might find interesting. For instance, I can recreate any fabric I've eaten and I can make more than just one of any individual piece. So far, to my knowledge, I don't think it uses up any of what I eat so theoretically, I could keep making clothing to my heart's content. Here, these are yours." She started to take them off but Chris stopped her before they got lower than her waistline.

"No, no. Keep them for now. They look good on you. Besides, I can't have you walking around my home completely naked now can I? The blinds are open and some kid might peak in from across the street or something and see your naughty bits."

She giggled and nuzzled his neck softly, squeezing her arms around his waist softly.

"Alright, I'll wear something around the house... but only because you asked me," She reached into the closet and pulled out a randomly selected t-shirt, one with a small image on the left side of the front in the shape of a baby dragon being held aloft by a pair of hands. The image was repeated larger on the back, making it look as though it belonged to an actual group or organization rather than the silly, cute thought it originally was. The rest was completely white, "Mind if I have a snack?"

Chris shook his head and kissed her.

"Go ahead honey, I don't mind so long as I get it back."

With his permission secured, she pulled away and began devouring the shirt, a noticeable lump forming in her throat as she gobbled it down. When the last of it vanished into her maw, she burped cutely and giggled as she rubbed her tummy, slightly distended from her meal, almost too little to tell. Chris just shook his head and laughed quietly, knowing he was never going to get used to a lover who ate clothing for sustenance. The fact of the matter was he didn't want to get used to her. That would mean he would end up getting bored with her and that was a horrible thought to him. This little turn of events saw that he would never become jaded with this exotic vixen.

"Was it good?" He kissed her cheek softly as she murred, 'digesting' the shirt.

"It was delicious. Thanks." Within seconds, the bulge which was already so minute one would overlook it easily had vanished and the shirt was beginning to form on her chest and tummy. Soon, she was dressed decent enough to let the blinds stay open and the human led her to the kitchen where he cooked himself a quick meal. He offered to let her try some but she begged out of it politely. It made sense, she was a stuffed animal and to his knowledge, plushies and food didn't mix. After he finished eating, he showed her around the apartment, saving the room of dolls for last. When her eyes fell upon the collection of toys within, he recognized the look on her face as the classic 'kid in a candy store' expression.

"Wow! You've got a lot of plushies!" Without another word, she dove right into the pile and started cuddling them all, "They're just so cute!"

Chris just smiled and sat down on the bed next to her.

"I thought you might like them. A lot of them are pretty rare, like this one right here," He pulled one doll in particular closer to him, setting it in his lap. It was a white plush in the shape of a dragon with wings that were covered on one side with a prism-like plastic, giving them a rainbow colored effect. It wasn't terribly large, slightly smaller than the typical teddy bear, "This is called 'Magic', at least that's what the beanie baby version was named. I saw it and I just had to have it since I could never get my hands on the actual miniature."

Saeila's purple eyes widened further when Magic came into view. She snatched out of his lap and hugged it tightly, nuzzling it like a child would.

"It's adorable! I love it! But I think you should give it a different name. 'Magic' is just a little too cliché if you ask me."

He nodded and put a thumb to his chin.

"Yeah, I had been pondering that myself, I'm just awful with names." He sat there in thought while his lover just grinned broadly at him.

"But you've got a wonderful name for her already." She scooted a little closer and nuzzled him softly, murring a bit.

"I do? What's that love?" He tilted his head, looking into her lovely, plastic eyes.

"Shayna. I read your stories, character profiles, and all those roleplay logs. She's one of your coolest characters I think. Why not name her that?" It was a good idea. He had considered it before but not with any seriousness. With her opinion on the matter affirmed, he decided to go along with it.

"Alright, that's what we'll call her from now on, but, how do you know it's a girl?"

Saeila grinned and leaned in, kissing him lovingly before answering.

"I just know these things. This one here's a little girl and she's a cutie." She hugged the little dragon plush again and giggled, giving it a little kiss on the nose. Chris just chuckled and wrapped an arm around the vixen, pulling her closer.

"She's not the only cutie around here you know. Just don't eat me out of house and home." He snickered a little and kissed her nose, making her giggle and lean against him comfortably.

"I won't, I promise."

Just as the two were getting comfortable, the phone rang, shattering their peaceful setting. Chris sighed heavily and answered, trying to mask his annoyance.

"Hello?... yeah... yeah... no, I'm not busy... alright... alright I'll come in... Yeah, thanks..." He hung up the phone, his voice having dropped into a somewhat somber tone, "They need me at work, a new client is complaining about what we gave them. Since I was the primary artist, I gotta answer to the complaint in person." He stood and walked off towards the bedroom. Saeila followed closely, still hugging the dragon plushy. She was whimpering softly, not wanting him to leave.

"You have to go? I can't go with you?"

He chuckled a little hearing her pleas.

"No, I don't think you can. I don't think they'd take seeing you too well. My coworkers are... well... stiffs. Very boring, very obnoxious, and very... very greedy. I was surprised I was able to get them to pay me as much as they do for letting me work out of the home." He started dressing himself while Saeila watched, sitting on the bed. When he had his outfit on, she just rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Honey... I love you but that just doesn't work. It's all wrong," She stood up, looking him over head to toe while he looked down at his clothing, wondering what she meant. He never was big on fashion but obviously, she was, or at least she had an innate ability and eye for it. Without ceremony, she stripped him down to his boxers again and ran through his wardrobe, finding a shirt and pair of pants she thought went well together and holding them up to his body, "That's much better. Try that."

He blinked a little looking at the combination.

"Did I get a fashion model or a plushy for a lover?"

She giggled a little watching him re-dress.

"Probably both hun. Now go on and get ready, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back." She kissed his cheek and squeezed him as tight as she could, nuzzling against him lovingly. She received a similar affectionate gesture from the human in return before they decided he should probably get going. With a great deal of reluctance, he pulled away from her, grabbed his keys, and headed for the door.

"Be good while I'm gone. Feel free to do what you like on the computer, chat and such."

She nodded to him, following him right to the door, staring at the knob when after her 'owner' was long gone before heading back to his bedroom. Her tummy growled softly. The 'snack' earlier had already been used up. Outside, Chris was jogging down the stairs to his car. It was a short drive to work and a long, agonizing process of explaining his thought processes to the clients. After a few compromises and a number of insults hurled his way, he stormed out of the meeting room, chased by one of his coworkers.

When he had calmed Chris down, he re-entered the room and plopped into his seat, scowling at the tactless men before him. The conversation continued and a deal was struck, one he wasn't too happy with but he accepted it none the less. The whole meeting took almost three hours, forcing the poor, emotionally exhausted human to return home as the sun was sinking low in the sky. Thanks to the summer days, he was at least getting home before dark.

His key sank into the tumblers of the lock, turned and allowed him access. Once inside, he locked the door back and sighed heavily, leaning his back against the door. Almost immediately, the lover he had all but forgotten pounced on him, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest.

"You're finally home! I missed you so much! I couldn't stand being all alone!" She covered him in kisses, giggling a bit at the look of shock on his face as he slowly remembered who she was and what she was doing in his home, "I chatted with some of those people online... but that just wasn't as good as the real thing with you. I'm glad your back."

He sighed softly and kissed her back, carrying her to the bedroom where he flopped down onto the bed with her.

"I'm glad I'm home too. That meeting went terribly. It couldn't have gotten any worse unless they shot me right in the face!" He squeezed her softly, still not noticing her different outfit. The vixen moved to lie atop him, stroking his chest and sides softly.

"Awww, poor baby. Wanna talk about it? Might make you feel better to blow off some steam." She kissed his nose softly, letting the invitation sink in. Chris didn't need a second opening, immediately letting her in on the day's activities.

"Those creeps called my work 'infantile'! They said that any kindergartner could do better than me! That I had no creativity! I tell you... they wouldn't know creativity if it swallowed them whole!"

Saeila frowned and relaxed atop him, nuzzling under his chin.

"They don't know what they're talking about. I've seen your stuff. It's amazing. Some people just don't have an eye for talent." He squeezed her again and kissed the tip of her muzzle, stroking her back softly.

"No kidding. After they said I didn't deserve to work for them, I told them to go do something with themselves that I probably shouldn't have said, and then stormed out. A guy I work with came out to calm me down and dragged me back in. I've got one week to come up with something 'that pops' as they call it."

"Only a week? That doesn't seem like enough time to do much. What happens if you don't have anything by then?"

The human sighed softly and kissed her again, squeezing her tighter, a hint of fear detected in his actions.

"Then I'm out on my ass and because of my little outburst, they're threatening to blackball me. They say if I don't pull this off, I'll never work in this business ever again."

Saeila gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

"They can't do that! That's just wrong! How could they fire someone just because they don't like the kind of art they produce?"

"They're businessmen. They don't give one shit about the time, effort, and energy I put into my work. They just want something that will get them the most attention, the most business... the most money. And they have the means to completely ruin my career too," He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, the stress slowly weighing down on him, "I don't know how I'm going to get through this. I should probably start looking for another job in another kind of business right now."

That set the vixen off. She frowned deeply and sat up, gripping the collar of his shirt firmly.

"You'll do no such thing. You're going to do just fine. In fact, you're going to come up with something so great, no one will ever question your abilities ever again. And I'm going to help you. Understand?" She shook her fist lightly, shaking him in the process to get her point across. She was upset that someone had hurt her lover so deeply and she wanted retribution in any form she could get it. He blinked seeing the fiery passion seething from her, making his love for her grow that much stronger. Very few people had actually believed in his work the way she did and most of them were family members, people who, no matter how bad his work could have been, would have to be supportive. He tightened his arms around her again, pulling her back to his chest, kissing her deeply. They remained locked for several moments; his hands roaming her back and bottom before he pulled away.

"Thanks honey. I needed that, and I hope you're right. I don't want to lose this job."

"You're not going to Chris, you're going to fight and you're going to survive."

He smiled warmly at her, touched by her determination. He let his eyes drift lower to re-examine her seductive body, blinking a number of times when her new configuration came into view. She was wearing a tiny tee-shirt, white, almost completely skin tight showing off her midriff. That alone didn't surprise him as much as what was on it; one of the many logos he had played around with in his spare time. It was a small, hexagonal emblem with a dragon head in the middle, outlined in navy. Even the tight, extra short shorts she was wearing were emblazoned with his personal logo.

"Saeila, how did you do that? I know for a fact that I don't have a shirt or pair of pants like that." As he stared at the logo, he let the idea float round in his mind for several minutes. There was only one conclusion he could draw from this. She had to have made it herself. The fact it was so skimpy and tight gave that away almost instantly. The vixen just giggled and kissed him softly.

"I saw the picture on your hard drive and thought it might make for a cool shirt. I thought I'd tweak it just a little bit, you know, spruce it up, give it a little bit of my own flare. Do you like it?" She had pulled away a bit, twirling on her feet to show off; that marvelous, fluffy tail spinning right along with her. Chris applauded her display, sitting up and hugging the beauty. It was then he noticed something. The closet door was open and there was a great void within, as if something was missing from inside. It was his clothes; they were all gone. He blinked and pulled away from the vixen, walking in and looking around in shock.

"Did you eat all of my clothes!?" He was looking about, expecting to find some trace of his missing wardrobe.

"Well, yeah. I just got really hungry. Don't worry; I've got it all safe and sound in me. Makes doing your laundry a lot easier. Just toss me in the washer and that's it." She giggled softly and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, "As for getting your clothes back, I can do that easily enough." It was true, he did see her restore a pair of shorts earlier in the day, and if what she said was true, it would save him a bundle on laundry detergent and the like, not to mention the whole drudgery of folding and hanging his shirts and pants. It was just the initial shock of seeing all his clothes gone from sight.

"I... I don't know what to say. I just walked in here and it was all gone. I thought I had been robbed at first." There was no malice or form of disappointment in his voice, just pure, unadulterated shock. Saeila giggled again and kissed his cheek, brushing her tail across his legs.

"Honey, if someone broke in and tried to rob you, I'd eat'em up." Interesting concept indeed. He had partaken of the whole vore experience online but to see it first hand was something he was still uncertain about; but curiosity was abound in his mind.

"You can actually swallow someone whole?" He raised an eyebrow, turning his head and eyes to show his skepticism.

"Well of course I can. I'm very elastic and since I have no real stomach, they just sit there until I decide to let them out." She batted her eyes at him innocently, a facade to make him believe it was commonplace among the whole plushy community; a community that consisted of just her.

"That's... that's interesting. I'll have to remember that." He walked out of the closet and sat down on the bed, pulling his laptop from the desk to him, "So why don't you show me what all you've been poking around in."

Before she bothered to answer, she began unbuttoning his shirt and pants.

"I'm not saying until you get comfortable. You don't look like you're enjoying being in that stuff."

It was true; he wasn't comfortable in the outfit she picked out for him at all. It was a welcome relief to have it off when he had been stripped back down to his boxers. She even went so far as to get a tray for him to put his laptop on to keep from letting it burn him when it heated up. When she was certain he was comfortable, she started pointing him around the net to various sites she visited, most of them of the more adult nature though thoroughly furry. Thankfully, she had managed to restrict herself to almost exactly the same kinds of material he had been known to view. As a matter of fact, he had already visited most of those sites in the first place.

While they explored online, a couple of his contacts popped up and began chatting away. They mentioned this, that, and the other, depositing various erotic links and ideas for both human and plush to enjoy. Chris had never experienced something like this before; having a girl curled up next to him while he participated in his sordid activities online without her thinking him a pervert. She was actually enjoying it as much, if not more then him. With every new pornographic image, a sweet smell emanated from the vixen next to him and grew stronger with each click, her squirming steadily increasing. As the 'exploration' continued, she pressed herself more firmly against his side. He could even feel her groin moistening further and further until she finally pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply. Moments passed as her hands roamed his back, her need for satisfaction all too clear. She pulled away from him, her lust-filled eyes looking back into his own.

"Whatever you do... just keep chatting; tell them what I'm doing."

An odd request but he consented, watching her slip away from him and crawl around on the bed a bit, letting her clothing vanish back into her skin, leaving her completely nude. He began describing the situation to his friend in great detail. The remarks he got back made him chuckle.

"You should read what this guy's saying back. He thinks I'm joking."

She grinned up at him, slowly crawling up his legs.

"Well then read it for me honey." Her hands caressed his legs, ever so slowly working themselves higher and higher towards his thighs. His fingers tapped away, continuing to describe the moment as best he could while shuddering softly under the lovely attention.

"He says he wants a picture. There's a digital camera on the desk if you want to show him." He half expected her to say no and lose the mood at the idea but then again, she was not the ordinary female. Her eyes lit up and she darted to the desk, grabbing the digital camera and handing it to him, getting back in position.

"Yeah! Snap a few pics! I wanna hear his reaction!"

Surprised and somewhat aroused by that alone, he nodded and took aim, capturing his sexy fox in a most erotic pose. Without hesitation, he loaded it to his computer and sent it to his chat buddy as Saeila began working up his legs again. It took a moment before there was any kind of response but when it came, it was clear just how envious the guy was. Chris laughed through his coos of pleasure; Saeila's soft, fuzzy paws moving closer and closer to his delicate zone.

"He says he wants video now... and voice chat. He thinks you're hot."

That elicited a giggle from the vixen but she shook a finger.

"Nuh uh uh... that's all he gets for now. If he's lucky, he might get more later." Her hands continued up to the human's groin, rubbing over the swell in his underpants through the cloth, tugging at the fabric to pull it out of the way. Chris inhaled sharply feeling her touch, wondering just how far she was going to go. Just as she requested, he never stopped describing the situation to his friend, explaining that she told him to do just that no matter what. Quickly, he found his typing skills decline as his erection increased. It was incredibly naughty, not just having her where she was but telling someone else about it as it happened. Just when he thought it couldn't get any better, it did. Saeila dragged her tongue over the tip of his engorged shaft, her smooth, rubbery tongue stimulating every nerve ending it came into contact with, shooting lightning up his spine.

She grinned up at him from under the raised tray, knowing just how much he liked that. She repeated to savor his reaction once more before sealing her lips around his head, suckling away. He had never had this kind of fun with a woman before so he had no real basis of comparison, but he was certain this was far better than anything a human could give him. Saeila's tongue swirled around and around across his flesh as her muzzle slowly descended over his length, engulfing the whole of the rod eventually. Chris fought hard to keep typing coherently. Slowly, she began to bob her head over him, letting her soft, plush lips stroke him again and again while her tongue focused on the tip, drawing away every drop of pre forming there. Instinctively, he spread his legs for her and moaned deeply. He clenched his fists again and again as he tried to pass it all on to the 'observer', feeling unable to do the experience justice. Her hair fell past her shoulders to tickle his thighs while her hands moved to his scrotum, massaging his testicles firmly to add to it.

"Oh god... Saeila... don't stop... keep going!" Chris blurted out, unable to speak except between pants. She needed no encouragement, suckling and bobbing faster and faster, letting her murrs turn her mouth into a living vibrator. His hair began to stand on end as his peak drew near, a swell forming in the underside of his shaft, filling out for the coming explosion. When she felt that bulge, it only served to strengthen her determination, practically gnawing on his manhood. Sweat rolled down his chest and face as seconds ticked by, seeming like hours. One of his hands found its way to her head, stroking her cheek and ears lovingly as she milked his shaft.

More grunts and moans came. Passion rose. Shudders wracked his body until finally, after what seemed like an agonizing eternity, he tilted his head back and cried out, his member bursting in the vixen's mouth. It sprayed her maw with creamy spooge time and time again with every pulse. She didn't pull off; instead, she swallowed it down, licking up every drop given to her. The human, now spent, slumped against the headboard of the bed, panting heavily. When he finally drifted down from the high already familiar from earlier in the day, he looked down at the plushy as she licked her lips and giggled.

"That... was... amazing... you gotta... do that again... sometime."

Saeila crawled up under the tray to wrap her arms around his chest, rubbing her nose against his.

"Oh, I will. You can count on it. You taste great. Now, it's your turn. Tell your friend night-night and give me a good 'cleaning' or I'll just have to let him get me off."

Chris needed no further invitation. He bid his friend farewell, put his computer into away, set it and the tray aside, and rolled the two of them over. He kissed his lover deeply, still able to taste the salty cream residue on her lips and tongue. She murred loudly, slipping her arms around his sides as he pressed himself against her soft form, crushing her against him. The tighter he squeezed, the louder her noises grew. Clearly she enjoyed the sensation of her body being manipulated in such a manner. After a few moments of feeling her pelt against him, he pulled away and slid down her body, kissing each part he passed, paying special attention to her bosom. There he lingered for several minutes, nibbling and kissing at the twin mounds, licking at her already erect nipples.

It was amazing how real her body felt. The latex eruptions seemed almost like actual flesh, and appeared to be just as sensitive. Each contact made her moan softly and caress his cheeks, urging him to do more but to also keep going down, aiming him at his goal. A few gentle nuzzles of her breasts saw him leave them to mash his face into her tummy, inhaling the smell of her synthetic fur. At least he thought it was synthetic. She giggled and cooed softly, pushing him further down, coaxing him to where she wanted him. He lifted his head before reaching his destination, smiling up at her.

"My god you're beautiful."

If she could have blushed, she would have. She gently guided him to her groin, aching to have him please her. The human didn't fight her, lowering his face to her soft netherlips, able to smell the musk rising to meet him. There was so much about Saeila that defied explanation; the smells, the sensations, the very fact that she was alive. It was too much to comprehend. His mouth met her tender flower, feeling individual droplets of moisture. His tongue snaked from between his lips, running along the delicate surface, picking up the sweet taste of his vixen lover's nectar. She cooed and moaned quietly, a soft shudder washing across her soft body. Chris stroked her again with his slick tongue, pressing more firmly against her, forcing her slit to part lightly; as a result, she moaned louder, gripping the sides of his head to hold his face right where it was.

"Oh yes... more! More!" Saeila cried, her hips shifting back and forth under him. More and more of the deliciously sweet juice oozed from her groin, pouring into the human's mouth as he lapped it up vigorously. He pressed on, probing deeper into her passage, closing his eyes to savor the sensation of her pelt against his cheeks. The fur along her thighs seemed even softer than the rest of her. Seconds passed as Saeila's chest heaved, her bosom rising and falling greatly. Chris would not let up, moving his hands to her rump to help mash his face into her crotch, drinking deeply of her seemingly endless fountain. While he drank, she bucked her hips, humping his head wildly to throw herself off the cliff overlooking the sea of orgasmic pleasure that awaited her.

The more she moved, the more his nose brushed against the small nub of 'flesh' just above his mouth. He found the more attention he paid to it the louder she moaned the more she shuddered. Putting this information to good use, he pulled his lips from her petals and moved to this small feature, suckling and even nibbling on it just to get a rise out of her. She tilted her head back and shrieked, a flood of honey gushing from her as she peaked. When the new, warm moisture hit his chin, he immediately returned his attention to her folds, fervent in his desire to drink her dry.

With every noisy slurp, he explored more of her delightfully silky passage; yes, it was actually made of silk! He could tell! The smooth, fine texture gave it away. God Saeila was amazing! His eyes rolled back in his head as he drank away, letting the decadence of it all take over his body. He was no longer in control but he could still sense what was happening, loving it all. He hardly noticed just how hard the vixen was pushing on the back of his head, almost urging him to keep going.

"Yes love! More! More!" Her sexual appetite was enormous it seemed, but then again, she was a vixen after all. She continued to press on his skull, letting her folds part to contour to his face. It was a miscommunication; all Chris thought she wanted was to keep lapping but she had other intentions. She continued to press, gasping and moaning deeply and loudly as her hips bowed out lightly, her body stretching further and further to somehow accept the strain being put on it.

Chris thought what she wanted was impossible, until finally, in one sudden motion, the very passage the human wanted to explore so badly, engulfed his head. Now that delightfully silky tunnel had a firm hold on him and even seemed to be pulsing, rippling around him lightly. Despite the rather unusual position he was in, he didn't fight, too lost in his own efforts to really notice where he was. Saeila's hands meanwhile slipped down his back to his arms. There she gripped his shoulders as firmly as she could and pulled his body towards her, cramming him further into the elastic passage her lover was lodged in. When those velvety lips of hers passed his neck and shoulders, the tight grip of her stretched so far around him snapped him back partially.

"Wh... what's happening? What are you doing Saeila!?"

She giggled through her noises of unbridled passion, rubbing his back lightly before taking another grip of him, lower on his body, and stuffing him into her canal further.

"I'm gonna give you a nice, warm, soft place to sleep tonight love. Just relax."

The gravity of the situation slowly dawned on him. She was trying to recreate one of those logged roleplay scenes for him. She thought he would enjoy this and the truth of the matter was, he was indeed. It just shocked him, her going about it without bringing it up as something they could do. But then he thought again. In her own way, she had, when she claimed she would devour any intruder. It made sense. If she could swallow someone whole, why not 'swallow' someone whole?

His whole form relaxed visibly, his muscles loosening to allow her to have complete control of him. The plushy leaned back and took a deep breath, gripping his body once more and pulling him in past his stomach. By now, her own middle was rather swollen, the human within having made quite the bulge under her skin. The inner walls had given way to some sort of cavity lined with the same silk as her lovely folds and it felt absolutely glorious against his skin. Saeila caressed the growing lump in her tummy, still panting quite heavily before using whatever musculature she possessed between her legs to draw him deeper. Her efforts saw his bottom vanish into her with a soft slurping sound.

As that particular portion slipped in, she noticed a generous swell between his legs, making her vulpine vocalization even louder. Her warm body had surrounded Chris, cradling him as it devoured him whole through her private region. Slowly, her ravenous womanhood finished off its meal in its own time. She continued to pant and pull until his feet finally disappeared into her gash, her belly growing out to a vast dome, somehow made perfectly smooth and quite round. The human inside pressed out against her as he adjusted himself, getting into a better position as she lay there, holding her massive girth.

"God I love you Saeila! I didn't know you could do this!"

She smiled down at her lover, caressing him under her fur.

"Well now you do, and you can use me as a sleeping bag whenever you like. Now... off to dream land with you." As she spoke, one of her paws ran down to her crotch, massaging herself to aid to the lovely sensation already keeping her quite aroused. Chris squirmed around only a few more moments before growing still, a soft snore emanating from her middle as he passed into sleep. She smiled and sat up, edging her way to the computer desk where she began typing away, chatting up a storm with the people in his contact list. She even went so far as to take a few erotic pictures of herself with the added belly for them all to see.

The night wore on in this fashion until the vixen became groggy. When she could keep her eyes open no longer, she said goodnight to the avid fans she had accumulated over her short visit into cyberspace then crawled into bed, letting her tummy sag under her as she did so. She curled up around her mate held securely within her plush form and fell into a deep, fulfilling sleep, dreaming of her 'baby' and all the wonderful things she would show him.