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A story and picture commission for  praexon! Autumn the vixen belongs to them.

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Playing With Fire

"So let me get this straight," Autumn said. "You want to put your head in my mouth?"

Trent shuffled his feet, lowering his gaze to the ground. "I'm sorry, I know it's a weird request. I understand if you don't want to do it."

Trent looked up at the vixen. She was everything he had been hoping for. She towered over the small rabbit, the top of his ears barely reaching the height of her chest. She wore an off-the-shoulder red dress that hugged her curvy body and stopped at about her mid-thigh. She had gorgeous tawny fur, and her thick, bushy tail sliced through the air behind her. A black collar or choker sat tight around her neck. Everything about her, from her size to her stance, screamed "predator."

She looked down her muzzle at Trent, who felt terribly under dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. "No, I'll do it; I understood what you meant from your text. I'm just not entirely sure you understand what you're asking. This is a dangerous game you're playing. Anything I swallow is food, no exceptions. You go all the way in, you are not coming back out, at least not in the same shape you are now."

Trent swallowed, a nervous thrill running down his spine at the thought. "I understand," he said. "I just don't know if I'll ever get another chance like this! The whole idea fascinates me. It'll just be for a second."

"Alright," Autumn said. She dropped to one knee, bringing her head down to his level, and beckoned to him with a finger. "Come here, and we'll do this."

Trent stepped forward, his heart pounding in his chest. Finally! This was really happening!

Autumn raised an eyebrow, as if checking that he was sure, and then opened her mouth wide.