A (as of now, officially the day-after) vore day commission for my good friend Dr.Whooves Dr.Whooves, with Tempus getting a very special treatment indeed from Styx!
The mossy paths, shady nooks, muddy riverbanks, and especially the damp taverns of the Deep Jungle are filled with opportunities to run into the shiftiest kinds of characters. For a wise adventurer, it should go without saying that you shouldn't accept any bets from large ladies on how much of you they can fit down their throat... and Tempus here isn't known for being wise.
Tempus didn't even resist as the gator's gullet squeezed shut above him, a powerful and noisy swallow forcing him down into her stomach. His body curled up in the confined space, but her muscular gut only squeezed him tighter as the sounds of squishing slimy flesh and gurgling tubes filled his ears. He squirmed against the churning clenches, curiously pushing out against the walls around him, but this only earned him a firmer squeeze.
Having finally choked down her meal, Styx collapsed back into the mossy soil, her gut bulging out in front of her. Catching her breath, she enjoyed a few moments of the fox's squirms, her belly undulating and squishing noisily as he pushed out against her greedy insides. His eager struggles caused a growling rumble to rise in her throat, a noise of reptilian pleasure, and she shoved both hands in on the sides of her belly to shift him into a more manageable position inside her. He reacted to the shove with a muffled sound and more belly-rocking movement, only to be stilled as the contraction of a dignified gator burp released the air from around him. "This," she thought, her hand on her bulging middle as the fox resumed his quickly tiring squirming, "Is going to be quite the luxurious nap!~"

"This cosmic dance of bursting decadence and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively, but if sweetness can win, and it can, then I'll still be here tomorrow to high-five you yesterday, my friend... Peace."