Author Note: This is meant to be a single scene in a longer monster story. Later the monster introduced here gets involved in a larger plot that includes its destruction.

It was an early morning jog in the park. The park was a safe place to run, there was hardly any crime in this neighborhood. Tracy and Dirk were just friendly neighbors, who had been jogging together nearly every morning for years. There was nothing strange that morning, no reason to be alert or worried.

The police were mystified.

Tracy and Dirk were friends, but just friends. Being humanoid foxes most people expected them to be lovers, but in fact they had never been so. They were the same age and had even known each other in high school, but other than jogging they had no other common interests. A handful of times they had gone though the motions of dating, movies, a few awkward dinners but they had never really connected, which most other's found odd, as they made a handsome couple. Tracy with her long dark hair and aerobics class instructor body, and Dirk who frankly spent more time on the basketball court and gym than was good for his career.

Most of the time they ran side by side, but when the path narrowed, Tracy would normally allow Dirk to run in front. She wouldn't admit it, but this was partly to give herself a guilty 'treat' of watching Dirk from behind. He have a 'great ass' with his long white tipped tail sticking up but also when ever the weather was decent, he ran shirtless and Tracy loved to watch the muscles on his back. She more than once wished she could do the same but modesty, the law and the fact she didn't want to give Dirk any wrong impressions kept her top on. Never the less in a quiet, unacknowledged competition, she had taken to wearing smaller and more daring tops than she might have otherwise. Her breasts didn't bounce much because Tracy's sports tops were always tight enough to keep things under control, but she could have fun with how low they sat and she had a few that were so short that the lower third of her breasts showed up quite nicely underneath. Tracy was well aware that she was very well put together. Today her top was a tight fitting spandex like one with a very deep V cut. The point where the two cups met was a metal ring that was suspended by the steep curves of her breasts an inch above the valley of her bosom. With her chest fur sticking over its edges giving it a fluffy look. Of course, when she looked in the mirror, Tracy saw that tiny drop in the curve of her hips and felt that her rear stuck out a bit too far, but no one else in their right minds could see these 'flaws'.

As for Dirk, well, he sometime suspected Tracy's eyes were on him, but didn't really believe it was true. He still saw himself as the fat little kit he had been ten years earlier, in middle school. Years of working out had burned off the fat and left a body that made many a vixen's head turn (and a few guys as well but Dirk didn't swing that way), but Dirk was too frankly obtuse to notice. He preferred it when they were running side by side, because he could see Tracy out of the side of his eye. Ever since Tracy started wearing those low cut and tight tops, he was getting quite an eyeful and enjoyed every stolen glance.

It was perhaps due to one of those stolen glances that Dirk tripped, not enough to fall but enough to set him off stride. The path was just about to narrow at that point, so as Dirk rebalanced himself, Tracy stepped ahead and led the way in the narrow section. Perhaps had Dirk led the way, he might have spotted the change in the texture in the path ahead of them, but he was a step behind Tracy and couldn't see anything further ahead.

Tracy had not memorized this section of path despite years of jogging on it, because frankly most of the time she ran here, she was looking at Dirk's tail and not down at the path. So she didn't think it was odd that the sandy path was wetter and smoother than normal. She was running at her normal cruising speed when the ground gave way below her and she found herself falling into a huge puddle of wet muck. Dirk, who was half a step behind, was almost able to stop. Almost is not the same as successfully stopping, so he too slipped into the muck.

The muck seemed to be mostly water and they quickly were waist deep in the stuff. Tracy screamed and Dirk tried to make a grab for the edge but his momentum had already pushed him further from the edge than he could possibly reach. For a long moment the two looked at each other in shock and surprise. Then the ridiculousness of the situation struck them and they both laughed.

"Where did this stuff come from?!" Asked Dirk as he treaded the watery muck to keep from sinking further.
"Lets just get out of here,” answered Tracy who had sunk in a bit deeper than she liked. Her tail was hanging bellow her, she felt it dragging her down.
"Don't worry, you won’t get sucked under, quicksand is no worse than water, we'll swim to the edge." Dirk said, "Give me your hand"

Tracy moved towards Dirk and held her arms around his chest as he tried to dog paddle to the edge.

As much as he tried, they made no progress, it was as if there was a current in the muck and it was pulling them towards the center. Dirk tried not to show his concern to Tracy but he started to get worried.

Suddenly..."What! Stop that!" Dirk cried to Tracy.

"Stop what?" Tracy asked confused.

Dirk blushed, "I though for a moment you were pulling at my..." His eyes opened wide "My shoes, they just fell off!" he rubbed his bare feet together..."What? With my socks?" Dirk looked over his shoulder "How you do that?"

"Do what? I didn't touch your shoes...wait something just pulled mine off! There's something alive in here with us!"

She screamed. She felt something long and smooth brush against her ass at the base of her tail. Breaking off, Tracy started to swim forward while Dirk struggled to keep up with her. He stumbled forward in the muck unable to kick his legs for a moment; he started to sink deeper until he was able to free his legs again.

"What happened" Tracy called back as she noticed his splashing predicament.

"Something's got my shorts! Tied my legs together, I had to kick them off."

Even in the urgency of the moment, Tracy looked down in the muck, as if willing it to become transparent. "You mean you're naked now?" incredibly.

"Just get out of here!" Dirk urged her forward. But Tracy was not having much more luck than he had. She was swimming fast but moving slowly.

Suddenly she was pulled down! Dirk reached down where she had been and felt her fingers and hair moving in the liquid muck. He managed to pull her back to the surface. Sputtering and spitting she came up screaming.

"It got me to!" Tracy spat.

"Not just your pants!" Dirk added staring.

Slapping the watery muck, Tracy immediately realized what Dirk meant and tried to cover her now naked breasts. But she had a choice, use her hands to cover herself and sink further, or use them to help tread water. It was grimly humorous as she tried to do both at the same time.

Dirk once again started to swim to the edge and grabbed Tracy's arm to pull her along. She propelled herself next to him and for a moment their bodies collided. With a small scream of shock Tracy backed away.

"Why you pull away for!?" asked Dirk, though he pretty much knew the answer.

"I...I was just surprised" Tracy blushed "This not exactly a romantic place and time Dirk!" She chastised him.

"I can't help it" Dirk answered with impatience but also blushing. Fact was Dirk had started to grow a terribly painful hard-on ever since he had lost his shorts. Now that he was naked, the muck no longer felt so cold and clammy; indeed it was cool and supportive. It strange currents ran over his fur and was stimulating his body in ways that he was having trouble ignoring. When he looked up at Tracy to tell her to come on again, he realized with a shock, the muck was affecting her the same way!

"Lets get out of here!" she agreed but both of them were starting to realize how difficult that was becoming. After all their efforts they were still drifting towards the center of the muck pool.

"We have got to save our strength" Dirk said "Try floating."

Dirk took a deep breath and tried to float on his back. Tracy kept treading water looking surprised and maybe a bit impressed. "You got to be kidding me!" she gasped.

Following her line of sight, Dirk blushed then quickly tried to cover himself, it took both hands. "Your the one who said this is not the time!" he admonished her. He flicked his tail between his legs for modesty and started to use his hands to paddle with.

"Right!" she almost smiled and mimicking Dirk, she switched to floating on her back. Her tail was also sticking up between her legs in a frankly uncomfortable way, trying to provide some limited modesty.

For several minutes they floated next to each other trying to propel themselves towards the edges of the pool, but every time they stopped and looked how far they had gone, they were closer to the center.

They were nearly at the center when Tracy spotted it; there was a moving circle of muck right at the center. It was a whirlpool of muck. She screamed and they tried to swim away again, but it was hopeless. They started to spin in a circle around the middle clinging to each other having run out of tears and screams.

In a tangle of legs and arms with their naked bodies clinging they hit the center and with a last cry of terror they were sucked under.

For a long moment in terror they sunk, blind and suffocated in the dark, then suddenly they dropped below the muddy layer and dropped into clear water. The muck was washed away from them as they were pulled forward though the clear liquid.

In the center of the pool was a huge creature. It looked like a pink and white translucent and glowing octopus but much larger than any earthly creature, it was the size of a passenger jet.

Holding their breath, swirling around blindly, the two clung tougher until the spinning current forced them apart.

They spun around a common center, only their fingers were still grasping for each other. It was at this moment the giant
octopus snatched them of the water and held them in its arms. With its huge yellow eye it studied them.
Things were going gray and dim for Tracy, she sensed that the octopus was doing more than just holding her. The tips of
its tentacles were thin and nearly translucent and she could feel them probing her, all of her. In the dizzy swirl she
also got a glance of the same thing happening to Dirk. She tried to scream out, but there was no more air in her
lungs. The only thing that kept her from sucking in the water was the tentacle, which slide down her throat. Slimy and
dizzy, she felt the tentacles throbbing inside her.

Things were going black, Dirk was getting dizzy and there was no hope. He was praying for unconsciousness to take him
away, when the octopus stuck him into its huge mouth, he was being swallowed alive!? Suddenly miracle of miracles he
was in a pocket of air, still alive. He gasped and breathed and felt something heavy fall on him. It was Tracy, and
she was unconscious. Dirk gasping, not yet having taken fully in where there were, he moved to her side and checked to see if she
was still alive.

He couldn't feel her breath; he lowered his mouth to hers. He was going to try CPR, but in his confused state he
had forgotten to do a hundred things, didn't see if her mouth was clear, didn't lay her flat, didn't really do
anything right. But it worked! After only one breath, Tracy coughed and chocked and spat out a lungful of water all
over Dirk.

He didn't care, he just hugged her in the dark, and grateful she was alive. It was only a now he tried to look around. But
there was nothing to see. It was too dark. The air was sharp and smelled bad, the ground was wet even slimy with
bristly growths but it was warm.

Tracy didn't ask Dirk about what had happened, and Dirk didn't tell her, they just clung in the dark. After a little while, nether could say exactly when, their clinging become lovemaking. Dirk kissed Tracy over and over again, as there seemed nothing else to do. His kisses become more urgent, as did hers in response. They slid on the wet soft surface, Dirk was on her, then in her, and she was welcoming. By feel and touch and with no words they made love. Their tails wrapped around themselves along with all their other limbs.

His first orgasm was spectacular, the best he had ever had. It seemed to him that the special itch one felt just before the orgasm, instead of dissipating, grew stronger and deeper, stretching from deep inside Tracy down to deep inside himself, below the roots, behind his belly and deep in his chest. It was filling him so that every part of his body from his dark nose to his tail tip was part of the 'itch' that throbbed.

Tracy found her first orgasm equally spectacular, but in different ways. It was a wild shocking wave spreading out from her center to all her limbs. In pulses it rocked her. Each pulse or wave as like the feeling at the top of hill in a roller costar. She was weightless falling down but also raising up at the same time. She griped Dirk closer, expecting it to end, but it kept building to higher and higher peeks.

Perhaps they should have noticed something was odd, when Dirk kept having spectacular orgasm after orgasm, his seed filling then flooding her clit. While Tracy's own orgasms refused to end. The love juices poured out from her overfilled well until they were lying in a puddle of it. They didn't care; the pleasure was strong enough to break though their fears and thoughts. They just road the wild ride, waiting and fearing it would end, but it didn’t, until exhaustion took them to sleep. Even with their minds shutdown their bodies continued to make love, pouring out onto the wet ground their love juices, full of sugar and proteins.

In their sleep the wet slippery tongue of the octopus rolled them around. Like an oyster it started to coat them with its fluids. Keeping them together, encouraging them with licks and touches. The two foxes love juices continued to pump out, sweet tasting and full of life, and the octopus ate.

They continued to make love, fat melted, organs that were no longer needed dissolved, even their blood gave up most of its liquid to feed the need to make love, to liquefy to lubricate to make sugar. Until their bodies had converted every bit of extra energy to love, until there was nothing left for anything else and their breathing slowed and their dreams of passion become dreamless and endless sleep.

A few days later the police found in the park a statue of two foxes making love, posed kneeling together, with their tails raised high. Lab tests showed that the statue was made of pure calcium in a similar mix as found in seashells. They decided that it was some sort of prank. Being too heavy to completely remove, it was eventually mounted on a pedestal just off the main jogging trail, where a legend developed that making out in the shadow of the statue would patch up even the most strained relationship.

This legend and the story about how the two lovers disappeared, leaving only a statue as a memento, encouraged others to commission additional statues and that area of the park became full of lovers statues. Most made by local artists were posed like the first one. The rest would appear over night without explanation, and these would be the most explicit and realistic. Some of these were of single furs in shocking scenes of masturbation and a few were images of passionate love by furs that no one had previously suspected were gay. A handful of larger ones included groups as large of six in a wild orgy. Police became used to discovering a new statue that would appear over night. Still with it being so romantic a calling card, no one really bothered to investigate, they all knew the new lovers must have just gone on to some new adventure, elsewhere.