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Flora awoke and stretched, yawning as she extended her arms and legs. Something tickled her nose, and her eyes popped open: a great wall of white and light brown fur stood before her like part of a giant animal. It smelled of fox, but how could any fox be so big? She was herself a fox!

"Where am I?!" she cried. Her voice came out in a sharp squeak and she brought her hand to her throat in confusion. She sat up, and her eyes caught her feet, her odd looking white feet. "What?"

The wall beside her shifted, and then it lifted into the air. Flora looked up in shock at the enormous fox that gazed down upon her. No! It wasn't just any fox! It was her! How could it be her?!

"W-what's going on?" Flora squeaked weakly.

"It looks like my prayers to Hades have been answered," the fox spoke in Flora's own voice. "How do you like being me, Flora?"

"Y-you?"

"Look at yourself."

Flora looked down at her body: it was brown and white and more compact than she was used to. One of her legs had a cast. What?! Flora felt her face: pointy snout and bulbous nose with long whiskers. Was she Cynthia? "C-Cynthia? Is that you?" Flora whimpered, staring up at her own gigantic body.

"That's right. I'm you, and you're me."

"H-how?" Flora whined. "Why?!"

"I made an appeal to Hades," Cynthia explained. "You didn't appreciate being a fox, a predator. You'll make a good mouse."

"B-but I helped you!" Flora protested. "How could you steal my body?!"? "You're helping me even more now," Cynthia replied placidly. "I'll get more use out of your body than you would have."

"No! Put me back!" Flora cried.

The vixen snagged Flora by the tail and swept her up high into the air. Flora squeaked in fear and squeezed her eyes shut. When she dared to open them, she wished she hadn't: she was dangling over Cynthia's (her own) open maw, lined with sharp white fangs and floored with lolling red tongue.

"N-no!" Flora cried in horror.

Cynthia closed her mouth and dangled Flora in front of her face. "So you don't want back inside this body?"

"Th-that's not, p-please, Cynthia! I thought we were friends! You can't do this to me!"

Cynthia smiled softly, "Don't worry, Flora," she crooned. "I'll take good care of you. You'll be my little prey now; I'll keep you forever."

"Y-you're going to keep me?" Flora squeaked weakly.

Cynthia cupped her in her hands against her chest and petted her head with one clawed finger. "It's dangerous to be a mouse," Cynthia murmured. "I'll make sure nothing bad happens to you. I'm grateful to have this body, and I think we can still be friends if you want."

"H-how can we be friends when you'd do this to me?!" Flora pressed, flabbergasted.

"Well, if you'd rather just be my toy, that's fine too," Cynthia replied calmly. "I can't let you escape in case there's some way you could prove what I've done, not that anyone would believe it. It's more likely you'd be institutionalized, but I don't want that either. You belong to me. Don't you think you'll enjoy being a plaything for someone occupying your own body?" she taunted.

"P-please, Cynthia," Flora whimpered. "I-I won't hurt you; just turn us back. Pray to Hades to undo it if that's how you did it before."

"I believe that you wouldn't hurt me," Cynthia murmured. "That's why you don't deserve to be a predator. You're too weak, but moreover, you think prey are even weaker than you are. We're not weak! I'll use the gift you were given like you never would have!"

"I-I'm sorry, Cynthia. I understand that I offended you, but I only tried to help."

"I already said it; you're helping me even more now. Be pleased you were able to be of assistance, and accept your life as my mousy toy. It won't be so horrible unless you force me to make it so."

"I-I'll try to please you," Flora whined. She could see there was no reasoning with the mouse-turned-fox, and as small as she was now, she was helpless against Cynthia. She could only pray that she wouldn't be cruel to her. She was completely at her mercy.

"Good," Cynthia said, satisfied. She set Flora on the bed. "Now, I'm going to enjoy my beautiful new body." She gazed at herself in the mirror on the door and grinned. "That's one sexy vixen! I wonder what she tastes like!" With that, Cynthia bent herself in half, pushing her muzzle between her own legs with one leg lifted over her head, and began to hungrily lick her vulva.

"H-hey!" Flora yelped. Not only did she not want to watch Cynthia give herself oral, but that was Flora's body she was licking!

Cynthia's arm swept out, and she snatched up Flora. Flora let out a cry of distress as the vixen pressed her against her vulva, holding her firmly in place between her labia while she lapped at her clit. Flora struggled to get away, but she had no chance against the powerful vixen. Cynthia seemed to enjoy her struggles, moaning with pleasure. Finally, Cynthia gasped in ecstasy. She kept licking herself, but after a few more minutes, she stopped and let the exhausted, soaked Flora flop back on the bed with a groan. Flora's relief was only momentary, however, as the fox plucked her back up by the tail and unceremoniously dropped her in her gaping maw. The jaws snapped shut, walling Flora tightly between teeth, tongue, and pallet.

"No! Cynthia, please don't!" Flora wailed desperately. Would the fox swallow her?! Would she be digested alive in her own stomach?!

Saliva bathed her, soaking her even more completely than she had been before. After what seemed like an eternity of helpless waiting, the vixen's head tilted forward, and she dropped Flora into her cupped hands.

"All cleaned up?" Cynthia asked amusedly.

"I-I thought you were going to eat me," Flora whined.

"Mmm, would you like that? You wouldn't have to worry about being my toy then," Cynthia teased.

"Please don't," Flora whimpered.

"Be a good little toy, and you won't have to worry about being a snack," Cynthia scolded softly. "You're a helpless mouse now. You need to get used to the idea that almost anyone can do anything they want to you. You're lucky because you have me to look after you, and I'll make sure someone really cruel doesn't get their hands on you."

Flora sobbed. She was completely helpless, the plaything of this mouse who had stolen her body. Cynthia had resented her lot in life, and now she would take it out on Flora, her helpless toy. How long would Flora endure like this? Would it be the rest of her natural life? Somehow, she doubted she'd last that long before Cynthia accidentally killed her or got tired of her toy and ate her. Wasn't there anyone who could help her?!

Cynthia got dressed in Flora's lacy white midi skirt and made Flora dress in her light blue sun dress. Then she scooped Flora up and carried her across campus to get breakfast. Flora was curled miserably in Cynthia's hands when there was an angry yap, and Cynthia halted.

"Don't you dare walk by me like I'm not here!" Isabelle's voice snapped.

"Er, um, sorry. I didn't see you there," Cynthia apologized quickly. "How's it going?"

Cynthia's never met Isabelle! Flora realized. Hope leapt in her chest. Isabelle was hardly her friend, but even she could see this was wrong! "I-Isabelle, help!" Flora squeaked. "That's not me! She-ow-ow!" her explanation was cut off as Cynthia squeezed her, the fox's sharp claws threatening to pierce her body!

"What in the name of Zeus are you doing, Flora?!" Isabelle yelped. "You're crushing her!"

"Fuck off!" Cynthia snapped.

Cynthia jolted, and then her hands went up, dropping Flora who landed painfully on the brick sidewalk. She barely managed to scramble out of the way of the fighting vixens with arms and one leg, narrowly avoiding being stepped on by Isabelle as she lunged forward to strike Cynthia again. Flora's body was significantly smaller than Isabelle, and the red vixen soon had Cynthia subdued in a choke hold.

"Now tell me what is going on!" Isabelle snarled.

"Th-that's not Flora," Flora squeaked from the edge of the grass. "It's the mouse I was helping. Sh-she stole my body! She said she prayed to Hades!"

Isabelle stared at her flabbergasted for a moment and then shook her head, "You're a fool, Flora. I told you to stick to your own kind. What if she'd eaten you?!"

"Y-you believe me?!" Flora gasped in profound relief.

Isabelle nodded, "I've heard of this kind of thing though it's certainly the work of darker gods than Hades! What I don't understand is how she got you to sit still for the ritual! My understanding is that having your soul pulled out of your body doesn't feel all that pleasant!"

"I-I let her sleep with me," Flora murmured uncomfortably. "She was afraid alone."

Isabelle shook her head disappointedly, "You're a fool, Flora. Prey can be just as devious as predators, even more! You act like they're incapable of any evil!"

Flora looked at the ground ashamedly, "I-I see that now," she murmured.

"As long as you've learned your lesson, then perhaps this will be for the better," Isabelle declared.

Flora looked up at the red vixen, "C-can you put me back?"

Isabelle nodded, "I'm certainly not letting this mouse keep a fox's body!"

"You can't!" Cynthia snarled. "It's mine now! Errk!" she gagged as Isabelle squeezed her neck tighter.

"You're lucky you're only about half my size," Isabelle declared. "Don't worry. I'll call Katrina and we'll take care of this."

Holding Cynthia's neck tightly with one arm, Isabelle used her cell to call the other red vixen. Katrina arrived quickly after the excited phone call, and she picked up Flora while Isabelle dragged Cynthia in Flora's body back to her room that Flora had briefly shared with her. Katrina set Flora out of the way on the empty desk that had been hers, and then the two red vixens tied Cynthia down on the spare bed with Isabelle's sheets. When she was tightly secured. Katrina placed Flora on her chest. The two red vixens then stood beside the bed with one hand each joined and began to chant in Greek. Flora wasn't fluent in the language, but she recognized enough words to tell it was a prayer to Gaia. She began to feel a tugging inside her. It squeezed her heart painfully causing her to wince. She wondered how she'd slept through it the first time. Underneath her, Cynthia swore and struggled vainly against the tight bonds. Finally, there was a sharp snap like a breaking rubber band, and then everything was briefly black while Flora felt herself floating. Finally, she felt her body tingling, and she blinked open her eyes to find she was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. She pulled at her arms: they were securely bound.

"I-I think it worked," she breathed.

"Tell me something only Flora would know!" Isabelle demanded.

Flora looked up at the red vixen embarrassedly. They'd fought so much before Flora had switched rooms, and even after Isabelle had done her best to make things hard for Flora. Still, she had saved her, possibly from a fate worse than death. "Um, when I first got here, we argued, and I got angry when you called rabbits rodents."

Katrina snorted in amusement, "Rabbits aren't rodents, Izzy."

"I know that!" Isabelle snapped grumpily. She roughly snatched a fearfully cringing Cynthia off of Flora's chest. "You can go, Kat. I'll handle the rest."

"Can't I watch?" Katrina pleaded.

"No. This is between me and Flora!"

Katrina turned toward the door with a huff. When she was gone, Flora looked up nervously at Isabelle and the mouse squeezed tightly in one of her hands.

"What now?" Flora asked worriedly. "Can't you just let me back up?"

Isabelle shook her head, "Not until you've eaten this rodent," she growled. "She's not going free after what she did, and it's your job to dispose of her!"

Flora looked at Cynthia uncomfortably, "I, I don't think that's necessary. I won't trust her again."

"She's still your roommate," Isabelle snapped. "And I don't trust you to learn your lesson though she certainly has. Next time she'll eat you straight away! So you're not getting up until you've swallowed her!"

"P-please don't, Flora," Cynthia whined. "I-I've learned my lesson. I won't try it again. Just let me go."

"The only place you're going is a stomach and then, hopefully, to Tartarus!" Isabelle snapped. "If Flora's really too much of a coward, I'll dispose of you, but not until I've made you beg for death, and Flora will have no choice but to watch!" She glared at Flora, "So, are you going to make it easier on her or would you like me to torture her?"

Flora didn't think it was a bluff. "I-I'll eat her. Do I have to swallow her whole?"

"Yes! If she escapes the pits of Tartarus, at least she'll have your pit to remember."

"A-alright," Flora agreed weakly. Wasn't this ultimately what her fate would have been? At least Cynthia wouldn't be tortured before being digested.

Flora opened her mouth, and Isabelle dangled Cynthia over it.

"N-no!" Cynthia squeaked in terror. "Flora, please!"

Isabelle dropped her, and Flora snapped her jaws shut. She pushed her mouse into her throat with her tongue, and after a few rough gulps, she slid down Flora's esophagus to her hungry belly. Flora hadn't eaten yet this morning. The mouse squirmed desperately inside her, and Flora's stomach rumbled, ready for it's morning meal.

Isabelle grinned toothily and ran her hand over Flora's stomach, "Does she feel good in there?" she murmured softly.

"It feels funny," Flora answered embarrassedly.

Isabelle grinned wider. She climbed up onto the bed and sat on top of Flora's stomach, squashing Flora and the mouse inside her under her greater weight. She wrapped her hands around either side of Flora's face and smiled down at her warmly. "Well done, Flora. You're a proper fox now." She stroked Flora's cheeks. "I like you, Flora. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. I wish we hadn't gotten off on the wrong paw."

"Sorry," Flora murmured embarrassedly.

Isabelle shook her head, "It was my fault more than yours. What do you say we start over? You've had your breakfast now. There're hours until lunch."

Flora regarded her nervously, "W-what did you want to do?"

Isabelle lowered herself down on top of Flora, turning herself so that she could align her mouth perpendicular to Flora's. Her jaws parted, and filled with fascination at this strange turn of events, Flora opened hers to. Their jaws locked together, and they kissed deeply, their tongues intertwining. Bliss swept Flora away from every sensation except those of Isabelle's warm body pressed firmly against hers, Isabelle's long tongue wrapping around hers, and Isabelle's scent and breath and the sound of her moaning softly in absolute pleasure. While they kissed, Isabelle was Flora's entire universe.

Inside Flora's stomach, crushed by the weight of the other vixen, Cynthia struggled pitifully as acid ate her body, completely forgotten by the amorous vixens.