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You, Jacob, and a van. That's all it takes to make a really good living on the shoddy side of town, as long as you're willing to do bad things.

"Hold up." You tap Jacob on the shoulder. He's driving, but as usual he has headphones on and music blaring. Jacob has a bunch of habits that make him hard to work with, but on the other hand he's completely ruthless. That's a useful feature when what you do is...this.

"Right there." The van slows. Jacob nods and pulls off the headphones. Through the streaked glass of the windshield and the dark of a badly lit street you see the woman pushing a shopping cart down the sidewalk. Homeless, for sure. But even through the dirty coat you see she's more shapely than most.

There are people who will pay good money for a woman. They aren't picky. A lot of homeless people have drug habits, drinking problems, mental health issues. The people you work with don't care about any of that. They pay enough that you don't care either.

Jacob gestures and you get ready by the sliding side door. With timing borne of much practice you have the door open just as the van glides to a stop next to the woman. No screech of brakes, that could warn her or draw attention. You grab handfuls of her hoodie and throw her into the van. By the time she realizes what is happening you have the door shut and the van is accelerating gently away from the curb. Elapsed time, five seconds, and you scouted this street out last night. No cameras. Hopefully no witnesses either. The street sure seemed empty enough.

You wrinkle your nose at the smell of her. She stinks. Definite sanitation issues here. But the natural red hair hanging out of her sweater hood is sleek and healthy. She's backed into the corner of the van farthest away from you. Jacob shoots you a grin as he sees you reach for your belt, the pulls his headphones back on and concentrates on driving.

"Please don't hurt me," the redhead whimpers. She tries to back further away but there is nowhere to go. She watches in horror as you get your dick out. After you sell her she'll see this sort of thing a lot, for as long as she lasts. The people who buy women like this aren't exactly careful with their charges.

"Just play nice and you won't get hurt," you grin. Just a quickie, then sell her. It's what you always go. She fends you off with a shove and she's stronger than she looks. She kicks you and you bang your head on the inside handle of the side door. Jacob laughs without looking away from the windshield.

"Having trouble?" He cackles, and you lose your temper. One of your faults. The woman shrieks and swipes her nails at your face and your knife is suddenly in your hand.

One of Jacob's strengths is to drive in such a sedate manner no cop would ever think to pull him over. He's staring out through the windshield and humming along with his music as you jump atop the woman and drive the knife into her side. You can fuck her when she's dead. Her body won't fetch as much as a live woman, but she'll still be worth something. Jacob won't care. He knows your habits as well as you know his.

There's just one little problem. Her hand closes around your wrist as you climb atop her. The grip pins your hand against her side, the hand holding the knife. She forces you to pull the knife out. She's stronger than you are. A lot stronger.

"Mistake," she purrs. She gives the bloody knife a disinterested look and shakes your wrist in a stunningly rapid motion. The knife flies into a corner with a clatter of metal on metal.

"This could have gone quietly. Bloodlessly. But here we are," she purrs. Her teeth are pointed, suddenly. Her arm is twice the size it was a moment ago. Longer, thicker, and all muscle. The rest of her grows to match and her clothing rips away, no longer anywhere near big enough to fit her. It takes the stink with it. Filthy clothing, clean redhead underneath. For an instant her growing form is naked but hair is sprouting all over her. No, not hair. Fur. As a muzzle pushes out of her face and her ears migrate to the top of her head, growing tall and pointy, you realize what is happening. The orange and white and chocolate-brown fur is a dead giveaway. The woman half your size is suddenly a foxwoman twice your size.

"You're a cop, " you stammer. Specifically, she's one of the LAPD werewolves you heard about. Or werefox, in this case. You've never heard of them turning human but they're werewolves, right?

"That's right." She shoots Jacob a look but he's oblivious, bopping to his music as he drives. She can afford to ignore him. You on the other hand she's paying attention to. An eight foot tall werefox pins you against the side of the van and glares.

"Tell me who you're working for," she growls. The blood is bright on her white chestfur where you stabbed her. A wound like that would kill a human. It doesn't slow her down at all.

"I'm not telling you shit," you bluster.

The werefox's snarl turns into a disturbingly toothy grin. 'I was hoping you'd say that,' the grin says.

"When you do this to one of us," she nods at the blood on her fur, "We heal fast. But it takes food to heal, more food, faster healing. Now, there are two of you, I don't really need both..."

You shoot a panicked look at Jacob, still bopping, still driving. He has a shotgun under the seat. You open your mouth to scream and out of the corner of your eye you see a flash of pink as the werefox opens hers.

The sight of ivory fangs, salivating tongue and a slippery purple gape of gullet silences you for an instant. Before you can recover she fits her long foxy jaws around your face and swallows. Slimy flesh slithers over your face and drool sticks your hair to your head as you go headfirst down the werefox's throat all the way to your shoulders.

The pent-up scream for help bursts out of you but sinks into the wet flesh wrapping you tight, muffled into nothingness. There's no way Jacob heard it over his music. You feel the fox shift as the van moves through traffic and know your driver is oblivious to the horror happening in the back of the van. Clawed hands dig into your clothing and rip it from your body, much the same thing you planned to do to the woman before she transformed. You would do it to make the rape easier, she does it to leave you smooth-skinned and easier to swallow. And easier to digest.

You squirm with all your strength, desperate to work free of her hungry jaws, but her huge hands grip with inhuman power and stuff you in. Her sharp canine fangs leave cruel welts on your back and chest as she works her way over your shoulders and a second hungry gulp squeezes the gullet in around you, sucking you deeper. With the widest part of you in her throat that gulp sends you sliding in all the way to your navel. It's only taken two gulps to swallow half of you and you try to bend double and kick her away before she swallows the rest.

You may not have heard about the werewolves changing form but they absolutely do swallow people. You've seen a few blurry videos. Gulp, burp, and settle down to digest her meal. You'll talk now if you get the chance. Better to talk than be werefox shit.

You get in one kick before a toss of her muzzle bolts down your belly. Your shoe, the last item of clothing you have one, bounces off a rock-hard furry belly that will soon be distended around a bulge of you. She tosses her muzzle upward again and your balls are on her tongue.

It's not at all the way you wanted it to happen but she pauses in her feeding and teases you with a wash of wetly muscular tongue. Despite the fear you never really lost your erection and the touch of her tongue makes you instinctively thrust your hips, driving your cock right down her throat. The fox actually chuckles, giving your balls another lick, and for the briefest moment you wonder if she's in a good enough mood to spare you.

She is not. With a third toss of her head your ass slips past sharp fangs into the wet chute of waiting gullet. There's nothing but a kicking set of legs left and slimy fox flesh presses in from all sides. You feel and hear her ribs creak and pop as her body expands to let this large meal past and your face squeezes past a muscular obstruction into a looser place that is sloshing with thick, hot fluid.

Stomach acids sting your face but you can't stop yourself from thrusting against the slippery walls of her gullet as she swallows you whole. You were already horny before she transformed and it only takes a few thrusts to make you shudder and gasp. Hot ropes of semen paint the walls of her throat and you hear her chuckle once more as she feels you spasm.

She doesn't care that you just came in her throat. Why would she? Your cum will be digested soon enough whether it's inside your balls or out. No one will ever joke that heroic act of deep throat included a happy ending. No one will ever know except you, and you aren't in any position to talk.

The weakness that always follows orgasm washes over you and she swallows down your legs in three heaving gulps. The only thing that slows her down is a pause to take your shoes off. Her fangs scrape your toes as her jaws clamp down and a last gulp sends you sliding heavily down her throat. Just like that. Two minutes ago you were on top of her and planned to put your dick inside her. Now you're wrapped in hot wet fox flesh with her pulse drumming through you and your skin burning as her stomach begins to work. Mission accomplished, you suppose. Your dick sure ended up inside her. Shame the rest of you went with it.

The last gulp squeezes the rest of you into her waiting stomach and you're forced to curl up. Fetal position, it's called. It's how babies lie before they enter the world and it's how you'll lie as you leave it. Strong fox muscle and fur press in from all sides. You can hardly move at all. Nothing to do but wait for the end, now. You won't be awake for the rest of the trip through her bowels, at least. The tingling pain as your skin begins to dissolve will end soon.

Swallowing you took some effort, even for her. She rests for a moment and even from inside her you feel the van glide to a stop. Jacob has found some quiet alley and wants to join in before her body is cold. You feel the werefox's inhumanly fast movement as she grabs him and hear his muffled cry of surprise.

There is another pause, and the werefox's belly squeezes in tight around you. Through muscle and fur you hear a belch loud enough to make it through Jacob's headphones and music. You hear him whimper in fear and try to kick her away as he sees the bulge in her middle. Useless. You found out the hard way she's at least five times as strong as a man. Now it's his turn.

Another inhumanly fast movement shakes you inside her and you hear her gulp. Jacob's headphones arrive to keep you company. They squeeze through the entry sphincter and the battery lights on the side cast a little light. You'd rather they hadn't. It's a sloshing pink hell in her with fleshy walls, thick caustic bile and you, with every part of your skin already slippery and wet as you begin to dissolve.

The werewolf burps and chuckles. From inside her you hear the creak as her jaws open again. She's showing what will happen if Jacob doesn't talk. Talk, or be part of a bigger bulge. Talk, or become, very briefly and once you suffocate, the world's leading expert on the werefox digestive tract. Talk or become calories, new tissue and fox shit.

He talks. You can't blame him. You can't make out the words but you hear the rapid-fire pace of conversation as he tells her everything.

Self defense, she'll claim. You hear the Lupine Corps even has a form they fill out when they eat someone in self defense. 'Perp digestion justification checksheet' or something like that.

More voices outside. The werefox cop's backup has arrived. You wonder how many more traffickers and patrons will get a trip through a Were now that Jacob has spilled the beans. Hopefully Jacob will take that trip, too. You never did like him.

With a last small belch the werefox vents the few bubbles of air that remained in her gut. There's nothing but hot acid and pain now. The faint light from the headphones flickers and goes out as the acid eats into them as well. She's digesting you with no difficulty, starting with your skin, then in time on to your flesh and bones. Maybe the headphones will be harder to digest.

It's a faint hope, the hope that jagged shards of plastic will scratch her asshole when she shits you out. It's better than no hope at all.