Krystal stopped, looking shocked down at her comrade wedged between the two slices of bread.

"Fox, is that really you," she asked, stunned, as she stared aghast at his minute size. She peeled the top slice off of him and helped him stand up, placing him on the counter.

"Yes, it is. I was hoping you could help me. I actually thought you were going to eat me there for a second." Fox laughed silently at his comment, strutting to get his blood moving around the placid counter-top.

"Actually, I was hoping to keep this a secret," sighed Krystal, placing her hand over her mouth as she spoke.

"What," asked Fox, slightly perplexed.
"I have an obsession.... with eating living things."

Fox froze at her statement, unsure of what to say.
"Well, we all have quirks," he tried to sooth her, seeing she was clearly uncomfortable.

"It was actually a part of our culture back on Cerinia, every once in a while."

Fox gagged at the fact, swallowing hard, looking around the metal clad kitchen. He caught a smirk on Krystal's face, and her tail swinging playfully.

"That's all behind us now," he breathed weakly. "Now if you don't mind, could you help me return to my normal size?"

Krystal looked at him hungrily.
"Maybe get out of this kitchen?"

There was a long silence, Krystal watched him, eyes unwavering. Her tongue ran over her teeth in her mouth, saliva dripping, filling like a pool along her gums.

"I can't do that, Fox," she said sternly, still watching him.

"Why not?" Fox felt fear rising in his chest, and he drooped his tail, tensing his body, ready to bolt if he had to.

"I have actually dreamed of eating you," she squeaked, cringing as she said it, clearly embarrassed, looking away for only a short second.

Fox froze, unsure of what to say. He fidgeted, stepping back from her monstrous figure. As he did he couldn't help sneaking a peak at her massive chest, chuckling coyly. His mind then echoed what she had said, and he again became cautious, unnerved with a surprised awe.

"That's fine, Krystal, I don't really care. But could you help me?"

Krystal again said nothing. "Can you at least take me back to my room," he asked.

Quick as the wind a furry blue hand struck from Krystal's hip, rocketing toward Fox and embracing him in a tight grip between five pulsing fingers!

"Krystal what are you doing!" Fox screamed as the arm attached to the figures brought Fox's squirming body toward Krystal's, the vixen smiling down at him as saliva poured over her lips.

"I have dreamed of eating you, Fox, and now that dream will become a reality," she grinned, and laughed as Fox struggled.

"Krystal, you can't do this to me! I saved you! I brought you here!"

Krystal remained silent, mulling over her fantasies in the enigma of her mind! Her hand began moving up her body, slowly, toward her mouth! As Fox passed her stomach he could hear it growl under the fabric of her clothes! Krystal moaned, and rubbed her belly with her free hand.

"I'm so hungry, Fox, I hope you can fill me up!" She laughed, still rubbing her stomach, and licked her lips. "I'll bet you'll taste delicious, too. All those battles must have worked some taste into you!"

Fox watched, horrified, as he was hoisted up, quickly passing Krystal's chest, neck, and face. He stared pleadingly into her turquoise-green eyes, and said one last time:

"Krystal, please, don't eat me! I'll do anything! Please!"

Krystal ignored him, bringing him higher into the air! She tilted her head back, twirling her locks, and opened her mouth, sloshing her tongue in the saliva and swallowing a bit of it. Dangling Fox over her maw, she stopped, allowing him to get a good look at his impending doom. She still felt him struggling, and almost instantly thought that maybe she should do something else first. Weighing her choices, she held Fox there as he screamed.

"Krystal, don't eat me! Please don't eat me!" repeated Fox over and over again.

"Fox," she started, her voice blasting out from her mouth louder than ever to Fox's anxious, honed ears!

She opened her mouth again...