Flying Cuisine
Community center cafeteria on a usual Friday. "So, Patrick," said a cheetah to her boyfriend as she ate a tuna sandwich. "I wonder when shi's going to get here?"
To which the panda replied "I don't know, Amber, shi said shi'd be here after shi had hir pet checked up." He set his BLT down, looking around the large room. "Y'know, I hope there's not a foodfight in here. It would be disasterous." (*cough*forboding <.<) Amber looked over toward the door at the ruckus that was being made between a patron and the door guard.
"You can't bring pets in here, Miss." Said the Rottie guard.
Shi flashed the badge on hir shirt and the pet's tags. "I'm allowed, sir. I have a Master's badge and shi has a courrier badge." He muttered angrily at the validity of the badges.he really wanted to bust someone today. This was the last day on this week's schedule and he hadn't seen anything interesting all week. Little did he know, he'd be getting his wish soon enough. The patron and hir pet went througn the line, grabbing a tray and two PB&J sammiches. Shi also spoke to the cook and got a raw steak for hir pet dragon and an paper plate. They walked over to where the couple was sitting and the master sat beside the panda while shi had hir pet sit on the floor beside the cheetah. Patrick reached over and put the new guest into a headlock, whereby delivering a noogie to hir head. Shi giggled and mussed his hair. "Bro, you always were a chowderhead."
"Well, Charlie," said the panda. "You were always a spazzy coyote." He found out about Charlie's unique gender a few years ago when shi was crashing at his house and he accidentally walked in on hir in the bathroom. Knowing shi's a futanari didn't affect their sibling like realtionship one bit. The only others that knew were Amber and Charlie's parents. Shi tossed the paper plate at hir red dragon and the pet set it down before hir. Charlie, then tossed the steak at the plate, hitting it almost on center. Yami, the dragon, murred at the pleasing aroma and dug right in. We smile at hir eagerness and start up our conversation. Waiting until hir master ended a sentence, Yami reached up and tugged on my leg sleeve. I look down to acknowledge hir. "Yes, slave?" Shi asks in a kind but firm voice.
"Th-thank you, Master, for giving me this steak. You are too kind."
Charlie pets hir muzzle. "You're welcome, slave. Ask when you want your drink and I'll give it to you." Shi nods and goes back to eating hir steak.
"Wow, " remarked Amber. "You've trained hir really well."
Pat chimes in. "I didn't see you bring in any beverage. Where's her drink?" The coyote leans over and whispers into his ear. He gasps. "What?! They allow that in public?"
Charlie nods. "The master badge allows any activity, that included, between pet and master only." 5 minutes after finishing hir steak, Yami tugs on hir master's leg sleeve again.
"Master, I'm ready for my drink, now." Without breaking our conversation or showing any sign of distraction, shi unzips hir fly and pulls hir thick cock out. Yami took over and began to suckle on the top half of hir master's 11 inch cock. The red dragon's tail could be seen wagging eagerly as shi sucked hir master's cock for hir beverage. The coyote acted like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"So, how were those monster movies I sent you, Bamboo Butt?" asked Charlie.
"Well, Sandy Crack," retorted Patrick, "I absolutely loved them. Thank you so much!" They hugged and Amber smiled at their sibling love. Charlie's eyes went wide and shi grabbed a carrot, putting it in hir mouth to muffle the moan as shi came. Hard, apparently. Shi sighed with a slightly flushed face as gulping was heard from under the table. "Heh....Yami really loves hir master's milk. What can I say?" After the gulping finished, a zip was heard followed by a giggle and a "Thank you, Master. Your milk was delicious." The dessert cart rolled around.
"Whatcha guys want?" asked the zebra pushing the cart. "We got Reese's Pieces, Nabisco chocolate chip cookies, and Jelly Belly's." We all gasp at once and order our faves. Charlie gets the Jelly Belly's, Patrick gets the cookies, and Amber, the Reese's Pieces. We all open the packages and get ready to eat the snacks when some started causing a scene. It was a couple of guys yelling at each other over a business plan. One decides to act and throws a piece of carrot cake at the other but misses and hits an unsuspecting patron. The patron, now pissed off, flings lasagna toward the 1st arguer but he ducks and another patron is pegged.
Out of nowhere, someone shouts "FOODFIGHT!!!" and everyone starts chucking food. The rottie guard actually started crying tears of joy at the sight of the foodfight. As the guys get pegged, they chuck our own snacks around at anyone moving. Halfway through the fight, a lemon merangue pie comes out of nowhere and pegs Patrick in the side of the face. Amber and Charlie stop and look at Pat, trying hard not to snicker. Yami looks up from under the table and bursts into laughter, rolling around on the floor. The pie tin slides off and clinks on the table. Charlie spots the came pressed into the bottom.
"Frisbee? Woah, cool!" Shi cleans it off as best as shi can before saving it. Pat wipes the pie off his face and chucks it blindly into the fray. Unfortunately, he hit the rottie guard. He sputters and starts to get the room under control. The guys get up and leave before things get too rough, slipping out the back.
"Man," Patrick said, laughing. "That was the most fun I've ever had."
"Hey," exclaimed Amber. "Yami never got hit. What's with that?"
Charlie smirked. "Shi was under the table the entire time. Shi's clever like that." Shi turned to Yami. "Isn't that right, my sweet slave?" Shi scratched Yami under the chin.
Yami just murred at the scratching and wagged hir tail. "Yes, Master, I am."