Hyon for Breakfast
#7 of Vore
Hyon for Breakfast by: Berserkerb
(Damien belongs to Damienfox. Berserker belongs to me)
"It was awfully nice of you to invite me over for breakfast, Damien." Berserker said with a gracious grin to his host. He sat at one end of a table, ready for the meal Damien said he would make him. The black fox had just come from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of purple slacks, and carrying a bottle of syrup in one paw, and a bib in the other.
"It's no trouble Berserker. With Sefra out of town, it can get lonely sometimes." He set the syrup bottle on the table in front of Berserker. "It's always so nice to have company over for a meal." While he spoke, he tied the bib around his neck. Printed on the bib were the words Food Goes Here, with an arrow pointing down to his belly.
The hyon licked his lips and rubbed his paws together eagerly. "So what's for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles? French toast?"
With a sly grin, Damien nonchalantly picked the syrup bottle back up. He pressed a paw onto Berserker's chest, and slowly, sensually circled around his chair, wrapping his arm around one shoulder. "I was thinking of something with a little more meat." He pressed the cap of the syrup bottle against the hyon's chest, tenderly massaging the plastic up and down his front side. "I like to start my day off right, with something big and squirming." His muzzle nudged Berserker's cheek, giving the hyon a quick lick.
Berserker, for the most part, was quite perplexed. However, something was nagging at the back of his mind; a sense of danger. "You don't...," he gulped nervously, "don't say." His eyes darted between the fox's face, the paw massaging his chest, and the syrup bottle, which was now inched from his face.
Damien straightened up, moving his paw onto Berserker's shoulder. He brought the syrup bottle up, and popped open the cap. "I love the feeling of a big, strong furson being gulped and slurped down my throat." He flipped the bottle, and began pouring a generous amount of the maple tasting liquid onto the hyon's head and shoulders. As the thick syrup drizzled down the hyon's chest, Damien continued. "It's so nice, feeling them empty into my belly, filling me up nice and full. I love listening to my stomach as it churns them into soup, making gurgling sounds as it slowly breaks my meal down into nutrients."
By now Berserker's sense of danger had skyrocketed. He was still in shock over the thought, yet he knew exactly what it was Damien wanted to eat - or more precisely, who he wanted to eat. With quivering lips, he reluctantly leaned his head back to look up. "Uh...Damien...?" He saw a dark, pink maw, agape and salivating. With little time to speak, there came a muffled "Meep!" as the crafty black fox glomped his jaws around the hyon's head.
Damien's tongue went straight to work, tasting the sweet, sticky syrup as his meal's head went sliding to the back of his throat. He murred over the delectable flavors, pushing the flailing hyon's shoulders passed his jaws with ease. His throat ballooned out with Berserker's facial feature, though the hyon's mane seemed to puff the bulge out oddly. With strong push downward, the fox shoved a good amount of the hyon's chest and arms down his throat, changing the balance of weight, and letting him lean his head back to finish off the rest.
Berserker was still putting up quite a fight, though to Damien it all part of the fun. The hyon's face reached the belly in little time, his screaming mouth easily visible in the contours of the fox's belly. The hyon kept kicking his legs frantically, but with each passing gulp, their flailing grew less and less wild.
Damien's gut was growing fast, expanding quickly to accept the incoming meal. He started rubbing the squirming mound of flesh, reveling in the sensations of feeling the nice, big meal wiggling around for survival. His slurped up the last of Berserker's legs, leaving only the helpless hyon's waggling feet. At this point, Damien could have stopped. He could have grabbed Berserker's feet, pulled him out, and told him it was all a big joke.
He could have...but he did not. His tongue wrapped around the hyon's feet, pulled them into his hungry maw, and sent them down his gullet with a wet, resounding gulp. The last of the meal's bulges slide down his throat, and emptied out into his engorged belly.
Damien sat down on the chair, rubbing his massive gut, and licking some syrup from his lips. "Thanks for breakfast, Berserker. I've never had hyon for breakfast before, but I can definitely say you deserve five stars."
Berserker, curled up in the most humiliating position, grumbled a reply. "See if I serve you breakfast whenever you come over."
But Damien paid him no mind. He sat back in his chair, set his feet on the table, and enjoyed the morning sounds of his gurgling stomach as it churned and digested his morning meal.
The End