Brian was too transfixed by the shock of slowly impending vixentaur's rump to budge, much less flee. Perhaps it was the smooth pace by which the tremendous rear rushed toward him, or the oddity of the situation - but none-the-less her tail hole pushed down against him as her furry cheeks surrounded him. With a sudden whump, the rest of her backside pushed to the ground, tail sealing away what little slivers of light peeked in. The great muscular ceiling above him came rushing down as he screamed and closed his eyes - raising his hands in a futile gesture to prevent the countless tons loomed above from reducing him to paste.
And yet.. Brian's eyes peeked open a few mere moments later, greeted only with an overwhelming darkness and an oddly comfortable warmth that lingered around him. He raised his hand to his face, quite surprised to feel all the features there. Sighing, he blinked in the surroundings, although his next breath drew in an odd, musky odor. Perplexed - Brian was stirred from his silence by a great rumbling - which his ears recognized as a heavily muffled giggle. The confused man felt himself even moreso, as he reached around in his dark surroundings - discovering only the soft, smooth sensation of what felt like muscle.
Suddenly shaken by a thunderous purr, the walls around him shook as if a tremor had run though them - his flailing attempts to get a handgrip failing only seemed to intensify the quake around him. As he was tossed about in the stale, lightly soured air, the realisation of where he was struck him. The purr deepened in volume, and Brian felt everything shifting at a twisted ninety degree angle.
Outside, the vixentaur had stood up from her seated position, purring as she felt her prey caught with minor resistance. The mass of fluffy tail bent back and rubbed against the portal of Brian's entry, and her muscles convulsed, pulling Brian in with finality - a yip of delight sounding from her as she felt him enter entirely.
"Mmm" came the gratified purr, a paw reaching back to rub along her haunches. "Welcome to the Fox-Trolley little man," she continued, beginning to pad along at a slow pace. "Do take a.. seat,"
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