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There is a skunk sleeping curled up in the meadow. Or rather, a skunkette. You've been close enough to spot the purplish teats poking through her belly fur.

The skunkette is chubby and thick of limb, not built for speed. Your brother would approve. Jaxon likes his ladies heavy; it makes them easier to chase down. He is a rabbit with a roving eye and likes to boast of his conquests. A roving eye is not a rarity among rabbits and you've had your share of adventures, but nothing like Jaxon.

Given half a chance he'll regale you with a tale of the time he seduced and bedded a groundhog, or of the opossums whose defensive habit of playing dead made things very easy for a horny rabbit. There was even the time, if he was to be believed, when he followed a vixen into her burrow and spent the night with only part of himself inside her rather than his whole body, which is what normally happens when a rabbit got that close to a fox.

Your brother has a particularly fondness for furry tails, the thicker and furrier the better. Thus, the vixen. This skunkette has a wide fluffy tail as long as her body and you know that if Jaxon were here he'd hop on out there and grip it tight. He'd probably get sprayed, but lusty and determined Jaxon would spray her right back, so to speak.

You shake your head. You haven't seen your brother in a few days. He's probably off molesting squirrels or whatnot. He is not a picky rabbit but you have to admit he has a point when it comes to skunks. Maybe you've spent too much time around him but that luxurious sweep of furry tail looks pretty good. Maybe it'd be worth getting sprayed.

Just this once. You hop closer, making sure her tail stays curled up next to her and doesn't bristle threateningly towards the sky. She's sound asleep. Just this once, and just so you'll have an anecdote to share with your horny brother. The chubby skunkette slumbers on as you draw close and before she can wake you wrap your forelegs around that fluffy tail. It's thick and sleek and musky and you give in the the urge to grind against it. Hopefully you'll get your rocks off and hop away before the skunkette wakes and lets you have it with both barrels of her built-in chemical weapon.

There is just one problem with your plan. As you hug the fluffy tail tight and start to hump, anxious to get it done and escape the skunkette's wrath, the tail hugs you back. It comes alive as a mass of fibrous tendrils, with each tentacle of hair wrapping around you. No sooner do you touch it than you are gripped by a hundred strong licks of tail that pull you into the mass of fur.

"Wah!" You have time for one startled outburst and then you're fighting with the thing, trying to wriggle loose even as more and more fur seems to grow out of the tail. It didn't look this big from a distance or even when you grabbed it, but now there is so much fur that it's wrapping you up. You get a last glimpse of the chubby skunkette, still peacefully dozing even as her tail lifts you from the ground, and then you're engulfed as the mass of black and white fur surrounds you.

The rustling fur forms a pod around as it lifts, and for a moment you hang head-down, wrapped in musky hair. Then it squeezes down around your feet and suddenly you're sliding down a smooth chute of fur. You grab reflexively at the furry walls but your claws just slide through the hair. Rather unfairly, it acts as one mass of almost-muscle when lifting and squeezing but as a bundle of loose hair when you try to get a grip. All you get for your troubles is a few strands of fur. Your muzzle pushes against a rubbery something and in one long slide rather like pooping, but somehow in reverse, the tail squeezes you through a fleshy orifice and into the skunkette's body.

You go wide-eyed in the wet darkness but there just isn't any way to stop it happening. Gravity sends you sliding out of the pod of fur and the tail contracts from the tip down to help force you in. You sense the tail resuming its previous fluffy appearance, its job done, but by the time that happens your toes are on the near side of a sphincter that squinches back shut to trap you wherever it is you've gone.

"Hey!" Finally free of the million fur tendrils you try to make your displeasure felt. Unfortunately the strong grip of the tailfur has been replaced with wet flesh pressing in from all sides. You don't know whether the tail shoved you up the skunkette's ass or into her sex but wherever you are now is clearly not a healthy place to be. The smell of bile bites your nostrils and the few parts of you without a coating for fur already sting as caustic juices make the first testing efforts at digesting you.

The good news is that from the scent of it, you've found your brother Jaxom. Lured in by the same fluffy tail as you, he must have hugged it as well. The bad news is all that is left of him is a slimy wad of fur sharing the space you're in and some crumbling, nearly digested bone. If the sting of stomach - or wherever - acid weren't enough of a warning, here is an illustration of what will happen to you if you don't escape. Whether you are in her womb or stomach, it will do to you what it did to your brother.

You were swallowed up by the skunkette's tail and if you don't find a way out you'll leave her body from underneath that tail. You got a glimpse of that pink star in the black fur before her tail ate you and you'd rather your escape route from her body didn't involve that particular sphincter. Unless you exit it undigested, anyway.

"Hey. HEY!" You squirm, brace yourself against the fleshy wall and kick. With a grunt the sleeping skunkette wakes, half again as heavy as when she went to sleep. She must see the ponderous bulge distending her midsection because the next thing you hear is muffled cursing.

"Darn it all! I hadn't worked off the last one!" You feel her forepaws push at the wriggling bulge you make and she lets out what sounds like a long burp, though you can no more tell which orifice that sound came out than you could say which one swallowed you up when the tail ate you.

She rises to all four and waddles slowly along, the great bulge in her middle swaying and changing shape as she goes. You wait hopefully for some sign she's coughing you up, or squeezing out out some orifice. Any orifice will do, at this point. You really have no idea how her body works or what internal cavity you occupy save that you're pretty sure a stay here will ultimately involve her small and large intestines and your fur joining your brother's as it is all expelled from her body along with the rest of the indigestibles.

Sadly she shows no sign of disgorging you even when you kick her from the inside. She waddles only far enough to find a shady spot - even from the inside you feel it get a bit cooler - and then settles down with a sigh.

There is a slowly growing gurgle and the sense that more acid is flowing in to the cavity you occupy. Anxious to avoid ending up as the slimy mass of fur Jaxon has been reduced to, you elbow her in the side. "Ow," she complains. The muffled skunkette voice makes it through a thick layer of fat and pelt, so you can probably talk to her. Not wanting to add to that fat, you do.

"Look," you say reasonably. "I bumped into your tail and it ate me. Could I get you to spit me out, or whatever?"

You sense her prick her ears up to make out the voice under her ample layers of fat. A rabbit half her size and the digested remains of another are inside her and Jaxon's slimy remains absorb some of the sound but she seems to hear you well enough. Maybe your voice makes her gut vibrate. Or womb vibrate. Whatever.

"Sorry," she purrs. "I can't. My mouth isn't big enough for a whole rabbit. I could cough up a mouse, maybe a squirrel. I've been getting stretchier, though. Maybe if you'd ended up in there in a few months -"

"A few months?! In a few -days- I'll just be fat and skunk poop!"

"I didn't eat you on purpose!" Defensive as she sounds, you also feel her wrap all four paws and the strong fifth limb of her tail around the bulge in her middle. She doesn't like being hit from the inside and she's ready to smother any inner struggle until lack of air and the process of digestion makes you stay quiet for good. That she gets a meal out of any such fight is just a happy coincidence.

"Well, how did I get in here? I can get out the same way, right?"

"Weeelll...no." She comes across as genuinely apologetic. "My tail is, well, it's a thing. Another creature. It ate my tail and replaced it. It's really hungry and it feeds me so it and I can grow. That's why it shoved you up my ass and it's not going to let you back out until, you know. What happens to food happens."

"But I don't want to be skunk poop." "And I don't want to be fatter! You know how hard it is to lose weight when rabbits keep grabbing my tail? I woke up just yesterday and saw paws suck in under my and disappear. I was hoping to spend a few days working off the weight and now here I am again. If this keeps happening I won't be able to walk, soon."

"I should have steered for your pussy," you say half-jokingly. Jokes are about all you have right now.

"Wouldn't have helped," she mutters. "My tail is changing me there too. A few days back I was talking to a very nice squirrel and he talked me into, you know, fooling around. He stuck his nose in to lick and slurp, no more squirrel. By the time I tried to grab him it was too late. He kicked for a while, there was a gurgle, and that was that."

"Well that's no good," you say with genuine sympathy. "You can't have kids if your pussy eats your lovers."

Children are very important to rabbits. When everything wants to eat you, the only way to keep going is to make lots of kids. You've helped make quite a few, very enthusiastically.

"I know," she says sadly. "I wouldn't dare let a male mount me now. Even if my tail didn't eat him, I'd look back and see a second skunktail disappear into me, just like the squirrel's."

A lot of air ended up in her with you, trapped in your fur and pushed in by the tail when it shoved you up her ass. There are limits, though. Some left with the burp (fart?) and this conversation is using up more. The acid isn't going to be what kills you, but lack of air. Your trip through her bowels will happen long after you are dead.

There is a certain inevitability to ending up as lunch when you are a rabbit. You don't want it to happen, but pretty much everything else does. If a owl doesn't gulp you down there is no shortage of foxes, martens, wolves, bears, the occasional big snake, the list goes on.

"Look," you say. You pause and notice that the sting of stomach acids is much worse now. It's starting to soak through your fur. "I'd like to make a deal."

"I can't let you out. I'm not in charge."

"I know, I know. But if I'm going to be digested and it's going to happen no matter what, I'd like to feed your pussy. Your tail wouldn't be letting me go, just changing which hole I go in."

She thinks about that, and you feel her nod. "I can't exactly talk to my tail, but I think I can make it understand."

Earlier you felt the odd sensation of being pooped, but backwards. Instead of squeezing you out her tail and body squeezed you in. Now that all reverses you experience a bowel movement the proper way. However her strange tail works and however it has changed her internal organs, you feel a stirring.

Her stomach clenches and you find yourself being turned inside her until your muzzle pushed through a sphincter. The slide that brought you here was so smooth and abrupt that you didn't really experience the various parts of her bowels. Maybe her bizarre tail symbiote can telescope them to speed up its strange method of feeding.

This time it is slower and you feel her small intestine stretching over your face and neck as you are expelled from her stomach. You have never dwelled on the internal architecture of a skunk but this one seems to have short and very roomy intestines. That makes sense considering her asshole swallows whole rabbits. In short order her guts push you through and you can tell by the smell when you reach the large intestine.

This, too, you moved through so quickly there was little sense of its shape and structure. You spend just enough time to sense how it expands to accommodate her poop - or you - and then shrinks down to squeeze it out. A normal skunk could never hope to pass a rabbit half its size through its guts intact but this is no normal skunk. You near her grunt, sense her lift her tail to poop, and for the first time in who knows how many minutes you feel the touch of air.

After your adventure through the dark depths of her bowels the light stabs your eyes, but it's not as bright as it could be. Blocking most of it is the skunkette's predatory tail, its hair-tentacles twitching. It is there to make sure you aren't going anywhere but back into her body.

One of her forepaws reached down from behind you and pulls, helping you turn despite the sucking grip of her asshole and guts. There just above the hole you are crawling out of are the purple folds of her sex. Past her sex and the furry folds of her belly, still swollen with one digested rabbit and one live one, the skunkette's dark eyes watch you.

Below her pink nose is a smile. You know without her saying it that she will enjoy what is about to happen. A whole, living rabbit is about to become her sex toy.

A rabbit is a rabbit and though well aware her sex is going to suck you and digest you, you lean down and push your muzzle into to her pussy. You have time only for one lick before the folds of her sex close in around your face and swallow your whole head.

Just as you suspected, her pussy is as carnivorous as her asshole. A strong ripple of internal muscles that can only be called a gulp engulfs you to the shoulders and her hands reach down and grab your upper arms, guiding you in. As fast as your wet, furry body emerges from her asshole her sex swallows you back up.

"I was swallowed by a skunkette's pussy" is a pretty damn good story to take with you to the rabbit afterlife. "I was sucked into a skunkette's ass" is almost as good, but you were too surprised to react when that happened. It is a different story now and by the time your hips emerge from her moist asshole you are hard and thrusting with all your might. The insides of her ass are a perfectly fine thing to grind a rabbit cock against and there is a sad, short moment of nothing when you thrust out into open air. Then one of her forepaws grabs your shaft and it's all good again.

The mucus that lubricated you for you slide through her bowels works just as well between her pawpads and your cock and you buck against her palm as she pumps. She gets a handful of rabbit cum as a souvenir and then guides your tip into the damp folds of her sex. Never reluctant to mount a pussy, even one that is swallowing you whole, you use the grip of her asshole around your legs as a brace and happily thrust yourself deeper into her sex.

"As quick as bunnies fucking" is a saying for a reason. When everything wants to eat you getting that moment of vulnerability over with as fast as possibly is the safest approach. You cum again as her sex swallows your hips. She's only twice your size and this should be as impossible as shoving a whole bunny up her tailhole but after what you've been through it is no surprise when your face squeezes through an inner tightness into what must be her womb.

Here, too, the smell of acid is strong but you knew that was going to be here. It doesn't stop you from thrusting with all your might as her sex engulfs you. The more of you that lies stretched out in her sex the better a grip it gets and there was never a moment when escape was a real possibility. Even had her tail not been lurking overhead, the grip of her ass and pussy ensured you were going to end up inside her via one hole or the other.

You feel her rise up on all fours as your legs are sucked in. Finally they pop free of her asshole and kick, not because you hope to escape but so you can keep thrusting against the soft walls of her sex. She draws in a shuddering breath as your hips move inside her and lets the breath back out in a long purring groan as she arches her back and thrashes her predatory tail. Rabbit Two: Skunkette One. Then it's Rabbit Three: Skunkette One as you go off just outside her cervix.

You have to admit her one orgasm greatly outmatches all three of yours, though. The shuddering climax squeezes her sex in against you and with one last long slurp your hindpaws suck into her sex and are gone. With a long slide much like the first one you are squeezed through her sex and into her womb. This too smells of wet fur, yours and her last would-be lover. Like Jaxon the squirrel lingers on as a wet mass of hair. No bones remain but she's had longer to digest the squirrel than she did your brother.

You have no choice but to curl up inside her as her muscular sex squeezes you in and this time you don't fight. Your chance to escape this fate ended back when you made the ill-considered decision to hug her tail. The fleshy valve between sex and womb closes and here you are, skunkette-fat-to-be. Briefly, you wonder what how it will happen. Is there an internal connection between her womb and intestines, leading to your digested remains eventual exiting through the same sphincter you just visited? Or will you be somehow absorbed into the walls of her womb and your fur spat back out the way you got in?

Oh, well. The smell of acid and squirrel fur tells you you're going to be digested one way or the other. Your score reaches Rabbit Four: Skunkette One as you pump yourself with both hands and spay cum over the fleshy walls that will digest it. Absorb it. Whatever.

The skunkette arches, still on all fours, tenses, and squeezes. From inside and for the second time you hear her let out a long belch. This time you know which hole that sound came out of, and it wasn't her mouth. "I made a skunkette's pussy burp" is also a pretty good story to take with you to the afterlife.

With very little air left after that burp you set about increasing your score yet again again. You're pretty sure you can reach Rabbit Five: Skunkette One before the dark closes in. As you pump the last few times you feel her flop over on her side and curl up. Having a whole rabbit move kicking through your pussy as he's eaten has to be pretty exciting. Your conversation with her is over but she's still enjoying your movements deep inside her. You're pretty sure she is curling her muzzle down to lick herself, trying to increase her score as well.

There we go. Rabbit Five, and sure enough Skunkette Two, from the feel of things. Not as big as her last climax, but she just as a tongue in her pussy now, not a whole squirming rabbit. Luckily her carnivorous pussy doesn't swallow her head the way it did yours. That would be embarrassing for everyone concerned.

If the stories are true then when rabbits reach the afterlife, the first thing they do is tell how they got there. "I was swallowed alive by a heron" is about as exciting as most of those stories get. "I tried to seduce a fox and look what happened," maybe.

Jaxon will he able to top that and you'll be able to one-up even your horny brother at last. The only question will be which of you came the most times before you died, because you're a hundred percent certain he didn't waste any time once he went up the skunkette's ass. That's just the sort of rabbit he was. His cum would be digested inside his balls or out, and he'd arrange for it to be out. Just as you did.

You take one last breath of acid-scented air, hold it, and with every furless part of your body tingling - yes, even that one - you do your best to reach Rabbit Six before you die. Just to be sure.