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#MicroFiction #Micro #Vore #Parafox The mouse pled with the vixen in a verbose, frenetic (kinda adorable) squeaky dialogue that she didn't understand (even if the intent was clear). Sadly she did not speak (squeak?) Mouse. Annd considering the mouse had been offered by a friend it would have been rude to not savor them. Like pocketing a stick of gum after someone offered a piece. Who did that? So alas, the pretty squeaky girl got silenced with a smooch of those obsidian chops. Then pushed in with a finger the rest of the way. Her tongue reeled them in, delivering them (despite a deliciously vigorous protest) face first into the slimy confines of her throat. And from there to her gullet. A hard swallow was followed by two softer ones. Her paws vanished and her tail snaked into her lips before vanishing entirely. A final swallow shoved the protesting mouse past the vixens collarbone and the faint bulge in the vulpine throat retreated from reality under the softness of her chest. All gone. Well - *urrrph* almost gone. The vixen savored their flavor qnd thrashing inside a moment before looking over at the dog that had offered the treat. "Enjoyed that one?" The dichromatic gaze of the hound traced over the flat stomach of the vixen. "Mhmm. Savory. Thank -" the vixen appreciated aloud before blinking as the dog leveled a futuristic looking ray device at her. "-you?" She questioned just as a red light overwhelmed and blinded her. ——-- The vixen blinked her sight back into clarity as the haze drifted. The confines of the room felt more distant. And the ceiling higher. And her whiskers longer and more sensitive. Whiskers? She lifted her hands to her face and was taken aback by the sudden emergence of long wire whiskers on wither side of her cheek. What the squeak? Squeak? Squeak? "WHAT THE SQUEAK?!" The mouse squeaked. Her eyes darted down her long snout. Her bushy tail had become a nude worm. Her hips - two plump, savory drumsticks of mouse meat. Her lovely sharp ears now two circular satellite dishes. Dishes that alerted her of something approaching above, via the shift in air pressure. Her body tensed but her mind was unaccustomed to the injection of adrenaline and did not know how to act as the heavy paw flattened her to the table. She squeaked and thrashed (that she knew to do) but to no avail; the practiced digits circumvented her escape routes before she could act on them. Bound tight in the grasp she was lifted skyward to a pair of familiar, if terrifyingly tremendous eyes. "I'm glad. But you have to return the favor," the hounds deafening voice summarized. Pivoting to the side the hound typed something on a console and loud *CrrkCrackOOM,* like a strike of thunder sounded. To the side of the hound was a purple violet gash in reality. And on the other side - a hound in duplicate. Wordlessly dog A reached out and the dog B on the other side accepted - seizing the mouse firmly. She lifted the mouse up for inspection and nodded to the other hound. The tear in reality thinned to a mauve and faint red and sealed silently. The dog walked out of the room and into an adjoining one. Where there stood a heart-stoppingly familiar vixen into which she was thrust. "NONoNo wait," she pled as she was brought to a pair of obsidian chops that parted into a cavern of ivory swords. The mouse squeaked a desperate squeak to afirm her personhood and reject this dietary fate. But sadly the fox did not speak mouse.