Story by Jerod27


White's Binge: Part 1

Merle ran, he had to. The ground was smooth and not the best for traction but he was desperate. The wolf panted as a shadow fell over him. His eyes went wide, he tried to scramble for more speed but felt himself being squeezed on both sides of his body. He yelped and tried to struggle, though his arms were pinned, he futilely kicked the air as he was lifted upwards. The wolf gulped nervously as large, teasing, green eyes looked at him with amusement. He was lounging in his living room; on his couch, wearing only a pair of jeans. An empty box marked "micros" lay on the table in front of him.
"Y'know, if you ran off of my table, it'd be a nasty fall at your size right?" White asked, he flicked some of his longer hair out of the way of his eyes. The artic fox held Merle between his thumb and finger like a piece of candy. "After all, I URRRP!! excuse me," he gave his pudgy belly a few pats. He could feel the others he had eaten struggling under the layer of fox fat. "After all, I ate most of your friends, wouldn't you want to be with them?"

Merle grimaced as White's burp hit him and he got sprayed in drool. "I-I don't wanna be eaten! I don't want to be fox fat!"
White shrugged before pressing Merle's face/front into his pudgy belly. "You mean you DON'T want to add to this? It's so soft though..." He snickered before playfully rubbing Merle all over his stomach.

After letting Merle get a good grasp on just how fat and soft his belly was, White lifted him back up to his smirking face.
"There, much better yeah? Either way, down the hatch!" So saying, White opened wide, letting his tongue stick out. He placed Merle on it before quickly pulling him in.

Merle yelled, he tried to push, punch, kick, anything to fight back as White's tongue sloshed him all around his maw. Layer upon layer of drool was added; as White both loved the tastes, and feeling, his prey trying to resist. He'd press them against the roof of his mouth, toss them around, push em against his teeth.
Merle gasped as he managed to press his upper body through White's lips. Saliva dripped from his face and arms as he desperately tried to pull himself free. He was stopped, as White's lips sealed around his waist.

The Artic Fox rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly. It was a trope for a pred sure, however, he couldn't help but find it amusing. So silly, for a micro prey to think they'll escape his appetite. He lifted up one finger and in a slow, taunting manner, he started pushing Merle back into his maw.
The wolf yelped, he tried to hold onto White's finger as he got more and more engulfed by his maw by the second. He felt White's breath rushing over his head as it neared the gluttonous fox's lips. He stubbornly clung to White's finger, for a moment. With little effort, White withdrew his finger from his maw, his lips sealing Merle in for good this time.
Tumbling backwards, Merle yelped as White tilted his head back. The wolf flailed, trying to grab onto a tooth or anything as White throat opened to greet him. Gravity however, would win and Merle found himself looking down a long, dark tunnel of muscle and drool.
"GAULP!!!" White sighed happily as the bulge that was Merle, slid down his neck and disappeared into his chest.

Meanwhile, Merle whimpered as White's esophagus pushed him downwards. He heard the fox's heartbeat approach and then fade behind him in seconds. Groans, gurgles and rumbles drew closer and closer. He shuttered as it opened up into a gigantic (to then) stomach. He flailed as he fell into the slime at the bottom of White's belly.
White sighed with a chuckle. His belly only a bit more distended, barely visible under the pudge. "Haaa... Not a bad snack. UUUUUURRRRPP!!!!!! Though you all are barely an appetizer."

There was a knock on the door.
"And there's my order," the fox said as he answered it.

Dale looked up, White was a bit taller than the lombax. He had a backpack on and nodded to the fox. "Hey White, how're you doing?"


The fox gave his pudgy belly a few pats, the fat jiggling a bit. "Just had a little snack, c'mon in!" He motioned for Dale to walk in, which Dale obliged.

To be continued...