Krystal smiles and blushes again. She likes the thought of Fox's observation of her attire. She hadn't thought about how she donned more clothes after she joined the team, but he was right; what a deep thinker he is.
Fox, in the meantime, sits on her bed next to where she is putting on the outfit.
She looks at him and for the first time catches the look of mischief. She doesn't think much of it, though, because one never finds fault with one's loved ones. She turns to him because of his beckoning and leans closer when he says, "I have something to tell you."
Fox grabs the leaning vixen by her the collar of her new white outfit. Despite her confusion and her pulling away, he opens up his maw and shoves her muzzle in.
Krystal can't believe what's happening. She thinks it's a joke at first, until she can no longer see around his open mouth and all that her vision encompasses are his rows of teeth, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and his ever-nearing throat.
Fox likes the feel of Krystal's chin on his tongue and her forehead on the roof of his mouth. He starts wagging his tail as Krystal's nose enters his throat, which widens to accomodate its larger-than-usual guest.
Krystal's eyes widen as she is somehow forced through what she thought was a small opening. She's completely stunned and starts to think it's a dream. She can feel his tight grip on her collar, pulling her farther into that dark hole with the little dangling uvula that is now slapping her between the eyes. He tugs again, and she can feel her head begin its downward trek as everything goes dark...