The Hottest 69ing Ever
#1 of Cooking Vore/Snuff
The Hottest 69ing Ever by: Berserkerb
(Din & Smokey belong to Din Fleetpaw. Berserker belongs to me)
"Thanks again for coming over on such short notice Berserker," Din the wolf said while he finished shaving his hyon friend's back. The hybrid was stripped of his fur, save for his head and mane. "Smokey was so nervous about doing it alone, but I know you'll both cook up great together." The wolf checked his work, nodded his approval, and then led his naked friend into the kitchen.
"It was no problem Din," Berserker responded with a nervous grin. "I'm just happy to help." As they entered the kitchen, the hyon's eyes fell upon two things. The first was Smokey, the raccoon. He was also shaved everywhere but his head, and lay on a large roasting pan, arms tied above his head, with his legs held up and spread by two supporting beams. The other thing Berserker noticed was the impressive looking oven that was mere feet from where Smokey lay. The oven looked high-tech, almost futuristic, and the glowing inside made it clear there was plenty of room for a large piece of meat - or two slightly small pieces of meat.
Din scurried about the kitchen, collecting things as he did. He brought back a bottle of cooking oil, and festively started rubbing it all over the exposed hyon's flesh. The naughty wolf paid special mind to the round buttocks, and the nice, thick sausage that stood erect between the hyon's thighs. Once fully coated, Berserker put his arms behind his back, to which Din promptly tied up nice and tight.
"Don't want you trying to get away!" he sang gaily. The fluttering wolf guided Berserker over to the counter, and helped him up using a step stool. "Now just crawl over him - yes, like that." He nudged the hyon lightly, scooting him to the right position over Smokey's body. Once the hyon was in position, Din secured his ankles down with two clamps, locking him in place. "There now, what a perfect pair of meats you make." The wolf giggled in delight and opened the oven door. Heat blasted out, causing the two young men unfortunate enough to be near it to fidget from the sudden increase in temperature. Din gripped the side of the pan, and with all his might, shoved his two friends into the blazing oven. "Now don't have too much fun in there," he laughed, before closing the oven door.
Berserker was starting to wonder why he agreed to this. "Why did I agree to this?" The searing heat assaulted his vulnerable flesh in little time, the oil only serving to speed up the cooking faster. "Say Smokey," he called to the raccoon, who had been silent all this time, "What do you think he meant by that last line?" There was silence for a moment, but then Berserker felt something warm and moist clamp around tightly around his shaft. "Ah! Wha...What are you do..."
He trailed off as the raccoon started sucking on the twitching member. The hyon purred loudly, his face growing red (which might have just been the heat). He looked down at Smokey's own cock, which was easily within reach of the hyon's muzzle. He understood now why Smokey did not want to do this alone, and being the lustful hyon he was, swiftly slurped the coon's shaft into his eager maw.
Smokey stopped slurping to moan, but quickly resumed after a few seconds. Both boys did everything they could to ignore the heat of the oven, and focus only on the heat of passion. Berserker's longer muzzle easily bobbed up and down over the coon's length, wetting nearly every inch with his dripping saliva. Smokey focused on sucking hard, nibbling at the hyon's tip between his short, quick bobs. Both had to stop and moan from time to time, the other's mouth play was so good.
Berserker opened his jaws slightly and let his long tongue slather the coon's cock up and down. This made Smokey jump, which forced some of the coon's cock further into the hyon's maw. This gave him and idea, and he did the same to Smokey, pressing his long, hot rod deeper into the coon's muzzle.
Smokey seemed to get the idea fast, and in no time both of them had taken to bucking their hips up and down. It took a little work to time it right, but soon they were both going wild in the dry heat, blissfully unaware of their own, slow demise.
The intense heat of the oven meant little to them. Berserker's mind felt clouded, reality felt unreal, and the story seemed to be coming to an end. Still, he continued to dip for the steaming piece of coon-hood within between his jaws. Their bodies had grown bright red with their time in the oven. Melting fat and blistering oil cascaded down their bodies, giving them a glow of intense radiance. Of course, their cooking bodies were not the only thing dripping. The hyon's shaft had been pumping out load after load of hot pre-cum, to which Smokey seemed to guzzle down enjoyably. He too had been pumping globs of hot, sticky liquid into the hyon's muzzle, yet had not reached his climax.
It was coming. Berserker could feel his body drawing closer to the edge, to the climax. He was losing strength, his mind nearly gone, but he still pounded his cock in and out of the coon's maw. He knew Smokey was close as well, but he did not know if the coon could last. He wanted to come! He needed to come! He could feel the surge rising, feel his balls aching to release, feel the finality of death as it descended upon him!
"MMMMMMAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Both screamed as the hot, rushing, blissfully erotic climax to their story came.
Some time later, Din heard the oven timer go off. He whistled a tune as he slipped on his oven mitts, and then opened the oven door. The site before him was breathtaking. Two hot bodies lay transfixed together. Their bodies were golden-brown, dripping juices from the melted fat that had seeped through their pores, though their faces were the most breathtaking of all. The expression they both had was one of intense bliss; the kind one can only get when faced with an orgasmic demise. Din knew he would remember those faces forever, and took out a camera just to be sure.
THE END