A commission for Ragdoll4t9 Ragdoll4t9

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(Here's a version without the belly!)

Molly stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment, trying not to be nervous. She looked at her phone, watching the notifications on the new city-sponsored app. Her taxi should be here any moment.

Molly wished this wasn’t necessary. There were other forms of public transit that could get her to the college campus, and those could do it faster and with less hassle. But even the thought of getting onto a public bus made the mouse’s fur stand on end.

Because, almost certainly, there would be at least a pred or two on that bus.

Molly let out a huff, bringing her free hand up to partially cover her face, as if to hide her blush from the empty street. This was stupid. She had been on plenty of buses before, and hadn’t even paid attention to whether there were any preds on board. It shouldn’t bother her. They were just people!

But ever since she saw that albino raccoon eat her friend, things hadn’t been the same. Sometimes it seemed like she couldn’t close her eyes without seeing the image of that squirming bulge sliding down the curvy raccoon’s throat. And now every time she saw a pred, any pred, she would start to wonder if that was about to happen to her. It was impossible not to picture it. She knew the odds were in her favor, but it would only take one predator, one time, to decide that Molly looked like a snack rather than a person.

Seeing them on the street, or in her classes, was bad enough. Molly couldn’t imagine being locked in a bus with preds. So the “taxi” would have to do. Maybe it would even help her get over this.

“Hi! Are you Molly?”

Molly jumped at the sudden voice, which was quite close. She had been so preoccupied with her thoughts she hadn’t even noticed the approach! Embarrassed, she pulled her hand from in front of her eyes.

And found herself looking straight at a large, squirming belly.

Molly’s eyes widened. The belly hung between four vulpine legs, and while she would be hard-pressed to give an exact number, there was certainly already more than one person inside. The fur squirmed and swelled, and she could occasionally see the clear shape of a hand- or paw-print pushing out from the inside.

From there, her gaze continued to explore the rest of the person in front of her. A large, vulpine tail swished back and forth; a vest fitted just below the withers with the word “TAXI” written across it. Moving up, Molly took in the taur’s upper body: a navy blue sports bra covering a rather ample chest, dark hair cascading down around a pair of graceful shoulders, and finally a long snout looking down at her with a patient smile.

“Molly?” The fox repeated.

“Oh, um, yes!” Molly squeaked. “I mean, but… you’re not… you’re not my taxi, are you?”

“I am!” The fox’s voice was friendly and animated. “I’m Jess! You’re heading to the college, right? Now, the rules are that you get one bag, and no clothes are allowed inside – they’d get ruined, anyway. I’ll carry both, of course!”

“W-wait,” Molly stammered, trying to take stock of the situation.

“Don’t worry, it’s all safe!” Jess said in a reassuring tone. “I take anti-digestive pills, for customer safety!”

“No, that’s not…!” Molly turned her focus back to her phone. “I’m sure I put down an herbivore preference. And it was supposed to be a solo ride!”

Jess responded with a giggle. “Don’t worry, I’ve definitely still got room for one more! And I love herbivores.”

Molly furrowed her brow. “But–”

But any protest was cut off when Molly suddenly felt a large pair of hands at her collar. The fox had leaned down, bending her forepaws to lower her body, and had started to unbutton her blouse! Those fingers moved deftly, and it seemed like no time at all before the fox was pulling the fabric down off Molly’s arms. In spite of everything, Molly found herself straightening her arms to assist, even swapping her phone between hands so Jess could pull her blouse the rest of the way off.

“Oh my god, Miss, stop squirming so much!” Jess teased. “Like I said, no clothes allowed! Now c’mon, I’ve got a schedule to keep!” Her hands reached behind Jess’s torso to unhook her bra.

Molly could feel her cheeks and ears burning hot. She reflexively brought one arm up to try to cover her chest, while she furiously swiped at the app with the thumb of her other hand. “No, it’s… there’s been some kind of misunderstanding…”

She caught a glimpse of Jess’ face as she leaned down and started to unbutton the mouse’s jeans. Molly couldn’t help but notice a bit of drool pooling at the corner of the fox’s muzzle.

Molly continued to squirm as swiped at the app, and it wasn’t just because the fox was sliding her jeans down her legs. She was having trouble focusing, images of that raccoon flashing through her mind again as she tried to locate the mistake. There was her name, and “Jess,” indicating that this was the right taxi. “Herbivore preference” was indeed checked, but maybe she had misunderstood what that meant? And…

And then Molly saw the mistake. The box labeled “One Passenger” was, in fact, not checked. Instead, the box marked was the one right next to it, labeled “One Gender,” presumably indicating that she wouldn’t be comfortable with a co-ed ride.

“Miss Fox!” Molly exclaimed. “I think I…!”

A drop of something hit her nose.

Molly looked up to see the fox’s open maw above her, giving her a perfect view into the dark throat beyond. Jess’ hands grasped Molly’s arms, holding them to her sides.

Homph!

Molly felt herself enveloped by warm, wet darkness, a single bite having taken her in all the way up to her shoulders. The fox was surprisingly gentle even as she gulped the mouse down, carefully easing her teeth around the smaller female’s chest. Molly felt her body go limp, as the fox tilted her head back. The difference in size between them was significant, and it wasn’t long before Molly found herself entirely enclosed in the taur’s long gullet, waves of peristaltic motion gently tugging her down.

Molly closed her eyes – not that they were helping much in the darkness of the fox’s throat. Her cheeks were still burning, almost sizzling against the tight gullet walls. She squirmed in place.

Then she was being squeezed downward, pushed through an opening, and shoved into a mass of other furry bodies.

Up until now, she had been imagining the inside of the fox’s belly to be something like a hot tub – herself and the other passengers sitting in a shallow pool, facing each other, with space between them, where they could have a casual conversation until they reached their destination. It was the way you might expect the inside of a belly to look in a cartoon.

In reality, the foxtaur’s gut was nothing like that. The occupants – and it was impossible to tell just how many there were – were all crammed in against each other, filling every inch of space. And no two people were oriented the same direction, either. Molly found her face pushed up against a moist wall of fur that she was fairly certain was someone’s stomach, the top of her head squeezed against the bottom of the chest of somebody a lot bustier than her. Her own chest was pressed against something that she was hoping wasn’t somebody’s face, and an arm was wrapped around her thigh. Everything was a tangle of limbs and fur, a hopeless mess where she couldn’t even tell which way was up.

Then everything started to sway as the foxtaur began trotting toward their destination.

It wasn’t even so bad, at first. Yes, it was slightly uncomfortable, and she was blushing profusely, but the dark, chaotic environs granted Molly a sort of anonymity she wasn’t expecting. She could even enjoy this, she thought, and judging by some of the sounds she heard coming from the other passengers whenever the stomach jostled and bodies slid against each other, she wasn’t the only one to feel that way.

At least, until she started to feel the tingle.

She had to be imagining it, right? After all this, surely after all this, it was at least safe, right? The city wouldn’t have sponsored this service if they weren’t certain it was safe!

But a flustered nervousness was building in her lower belly, and as other passengers surrounding her started to squirm, she found that she was less than sure.

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