In the cozy twilight of Summer’s apartment in Britain, Zennethe, the tiny kitsune from America, found herself in a new world. She had come to live with her friend, Summer, who was a towering figure compared to her. Zennethe was only three inches tall, with striking amber eyes and a fox’s tail and ears that contrasted beautifully with her tan complexion. Shy and naive, she often found herself lost in the vastness of Summer’s home.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light, Zennethe’s curiosity got the better of her. She had decided to explore this part of the apartment while Summer was occupied in another room. Climbing up the table’s skyscraper-like leg with determination, she finally reached the top.
Her heart skipped a beat as she surveyed the landscape before her, which seemed to stretch on forever. But something else drew her attention, something delicious-looking on a plate nearby. It was a sub sandwich, with layers of salami, pepperoni, and cheese stacked neatly between two halves of a soft bun. The aroma wafted towards Zennethe, and her mouth watered.
Unable to resist the temptation, she ventured onto the plate, her small steps barely making a sound. She reached the edge of the sandwich and carefully extended her tiny hand to grab a morsel. She nibbled on the cheese, thinking that Summer would never notice a small bite missing.
Just as she was about to indulge herself further, the kitchen door creaked open. Panic surged through Zennethe, and she froze in her tracks. With a swift rustle of her bushy tail, she quickly pulled the top bun of the sub closed and hid inside it, her heart pounding in her chest.
Summer, with her long dark pink hair that turned purple near the tips, freckles on her cheeks, and glasses perched on her nose, entered the kitchen. She had a cur
Summer peered at the sandwich, now closed shrugging it off and decided to make herself a cup of tea. As she went about her business, Zennethe nestled herself within the cozy confines of the sub, feeling both relieved and a bit embarrassed. Soon Summer would place the cup of tea next to the sandwich as she sat down. Zennethe would feel the vibrations of the chair as it was moved back and forth, and hear the soft clink of the teacup as it was put down on the table. She would smell the fragrant steam that drifted upward and then disappear. She would sense the closeness of Summer, who was right there beside her, only a short distance away.
As the seconds ticked by, Zennethe could hear the faint sounds of Summer’s breathing and the occasional sip of tea. Then suddenly she would feel the sandwhich moving. Unable to see outside the kitsune could not see what was about to happen. With a quick bite, Summer’s teeth cleaved off a part of the sandwhich that Zennethe was hiding inside. She’d feel herself fall out of the sandwich into a warm damp place… Summer’s mouth! She was on her friend’s tongue, but after her time hiding in the sandwhich her whole body had soaked in it’s flavors. She’d hear the sandwich being chewed on around her, somehow her small form avoidiing the deadly blades that were Summer’s teeth. Alas, in a panic the kitsune had been frozen, unsure of what to do. Before she could act she’d feel herself being forced deeper into Summer’s throat. As the pile of chewed meats and bread pushed her she’d hear the wet noises of her friend’s throat go “GLK~!” as she was swallowed whole.
Zennethe tumbled into the tight space of Summer’s esophagus. It was a cramped journey, and her fur quickly became soaked in salivathat lined the fleshy walls. Summer’s stomach was no less cramped, and as she finally landed in a warm pool of stomach acid she’d hear her friend belch.
After the belch, all would go quiet, and for a while Zennethe was left to her thoughts. She wondered why she had done something so reckless, and if Summer would even know that she was trapped inside her. Moments later more chewed debris from the sandwich would join her, forming a pile on top of the kitsune pinning her down under the weight.
“Hmmm…” Summer muttered to herself, her stomach gurgling and a slight burp rising from her throat. Something felt off. The sandwich had tasted just fine, but she couldn’t help the feeling that something was amiss. As she rubbed her tummy, she felt a tingling sensation and realized what the problem was.
“Oh my goodness!” Summer exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “I forgot dessert!” she would exclaim grabbing a strawberry from the basket in the center of the table. “I was planning on sharing these with, Zennethe, wonder where she got off to…” the girl would say, her voice muffled by the table but still loud enough for the fox-girl to hear. Summer was completely unaware that her friend was soon fated to be digested with her lunch.
The fox-girl’s thoughts of being rescued quickly vanished when she heard Summer mention her name. She could not believe that her friend was about to digest her. The pile of food on top of her continued to grow, and she began to wonder if this was how her life would end. Soon a chewed up mush that was the strawberry would land atop the pile of digesting food. The sweet juices would slowly mix with the acid, and it was not long before the smell of a strawberry flavored stomach would be added to the mix.
Zennethe struggled beneath the mass of food, but it was no use. Her attempts were futile. She let out a sigh, resigning herself to her fate. As her body began to dissolve, she thought about Summer and her life in America. A single tear fell down her cheek. Soon she was completely soaked in Summer’s acids and her body began to numb. She could feel her consciousness slipping away as the acid worked its magic on her body. With one final thought, Zennethe wondered what would become of her. Would she pad out Summer’s thighs..? Her ass..? Maybe she’d aid in giving her friend a larger cup size. It was then that her thoughts drifted away and her mind became quiet.
Summer, who had been busy cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, glanced at her stomach, which was slightly bloated. She patted it gently, and it gurgled in response.
“Phew, I think I ate too much.” She chuckled, and a small burp escaped her lips.
Zennethe’s consciousness returned slowly, and the first thing she noticed was the absence of the crushing weight that had once pinned her down. The fox girl had not moved, and she couldn’t move. She could only lay there, her mushy digested body afloat in a pool of Summer’s stomach fluids.
Zennethe had become chyme, and now the process of her absorption would begin. She would feel her body being broken down into a fine liquid, and then her form would begin to flow outwards, slowly making its way through the small channel of the intestines. She could feel the muscles of the tube squeeze her as she made her way out. Her liquified body would soon be pumped further into her friend’s body, and her form would slowly seep into the villi of Summer’s intestines till no nutrients remained. Soon nothing was left of the kitsune but a mass of waste that was being pushed through her friend’s colon.
Summer would soon feel a bit gassy, but not enough to stop her from working. She would continue with her housework, cleaning dishes and sweeping the floors until the night had grown old. Zennethe would remain inside her for a few hours before she’d finally press against her friend’s tight pucker. Feeling the urge Summer would go into the bathroom and pull down her panties. In one fluid motion the sune’s remains would come out, dropping into the toilet. Without ever knowing Summer would flush the toilet and watch the water swirl around. The kitsune was now just a memory.
The fox girl was now a small pile of waste floating down a dark tunnel that was the sewer, never to be seen again.
Zennethe’s story could have gone differently, it could have ended happily. If only the kitsune made better choices.