To Whom May Notice
Name: To Whom May Notice
Date: 8-27-2006
Author: Landon_Fox
Email: [email protected]
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This story contains concentual, homosexual sex between a furry and a demon. It also contains immobilization, cooking, vore, and digestion. There is also non-graphic violence, but it's not in the yiff. If you are not above the age of 18, this isn't your cup of tea, or it is otherwise not legal for you to read this material, then leave. It is your responsibility to go somewhere else, not mine. You have been forewarned.
This story is copyrighted by Landon Caragas Fox AKA Allen L Brunson. All rights reserved. Anyone caught distributing my work will be placed on the call list of every single telemarketing company in North America. So just don't do it.
This story was inspired by an RP on Eka's chat, and a few parts are still rough because of it. Cooking usually isn't my thing. But if a cute fox wants me to fry him, who am I to argue? The names have been changed to protect the guilty. To the fox out there who got roasted, thanks for the inspiration.
With that out of the way, enjoy the show! Feel free to give me feedback. All compliments will got straight to my head. All flames will be returned with an aerosol spray can.
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There was an apartment. It wasn't a particularly interesting apartment. It was only a two room place, sparse furnishings, and a little sloppy. There was nothing special to distinguish it from any other apartment. It was just an apartment. But this particular apartment had special meaning for one fox by the name of Kyle Firefox. Of all the apartments around, it happened to be his apartment. In fact, he had just returned to it.
The door slammed shut as the fox got home from a tiring day on the job. "If one more customer yells at me I'm going to vore them on the spot!" the fox gruffly swore. With a heavy sigh, the vulpine collapsed on his couch. "I need to relax. Some computer games should fit the bill. Unreal Tournament, here I come!" came the fox's exhortation. And yet, the monitor did not pour forth it's usual cacophany of guns, explosions, agonized screams, and splattering bodies. "Ugh." the fox continued. "How could I have forgotten about my broken monitor. I must be really tired." Kyle rubbed his eyes, wiping away the feelings of slumbering exhaustion. Visions of green turf, shady woods, and barbecue pits filled his head. "Screw it. I'll fix it later. I'm going for a walk in the park!" A grin crossed Kyle's face as he got to his feet.
That should fit the ticket! A fox shouldn't stay unhappy.
The red fox looked in his mirror. He was about five feet tall. Work clothes stared back at him. Well, at least his face was free. It wasn't that different from any other fox's face. He had a long, slender muzzle and triangular ears. His face was mostly orange with white cheeks and chin. The ears were the exception with black fur and pink insides.
The gray work jacket came off. With only his short-sleeve shirt on, Kyle got a good view of his arms. They were deep orange out to his leather gloves. Two quick motions, and the work gloves were laying on his couch. The fox held his black colored paws to the mirror. He examined the pink pads that poked up through the fur of his palms and fingers. It was always heartening to see they were still smooth and healthy without being calloused from his work. The twin paws gripped the fox's shirt and pulled it off. Soon he could see his pure white underfur, and how it trailed from his chin to his pants. A deep breath puffed up his chest muscles. They weren't large by any fur's standard, but the slender build was stronger than it looked. Kyle turned around to examine his orange back. The fur was the same deep orange and flowed without blemish aside from his spine. Vulpine fur rustled as Kyle stretched his arms.
Facing the mirror once more, the fox had one thing left to do. He pulled his belt and let his work pants fall to the ground. The mirror quickly reflected the white fur flowing down to his crotch. A lovely white sheath stared back at him. His twin orbs dangled just below in their alluring white sack. Kyle stepped out of his clothes and kicked them away with his thick digitigrade feet. His wide paws were made to support his weight, and the tendon filled legs made his motions springy. With a quick spin, the fox's ass was revealed to the mirror. Creamy white cheeks were pulled slowly apart so Kyle could check the pink pucker waiting there. He couldn't keep from grinning at his yiffable rump. A fluffy, orange tail and it's white puff on the end wagged happily at the successful examination.
It was so good to be free of those work clothes!
A pair of jeans quickly found their way onto the fox's legs. A t-shirt soon followed. Kyle lifted his keys and tossed them into the air. Then pocketing them and giving his place a final look over, the fox was out the door.
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There was a hell. It wasn't a particularly interesting hell. Well, actually it was. But there was nothing special to distinguish it from any other hell. Well, except for the fact that it was completely unique given it was run by semi-omnipotent, extremely eccentric demons with too much time on their hands, an unlimited supply of creativity, a twisted sense of humor in which to channel the two. Okay, Okay! It was like a never ending carnival ride on an acid-trip. However, it was also home to a demon named Demascusnamius Varniculitiplus. But since he didn't want to make the effort to say it all, he just called himself Demi.
"WOO!" yelled the rat, filling his room with the resounding voice. The demon stretched his arms and wings in the air, satisfied at a job well done. "I can't believe I finished building the army of killer robots in time for the Live-Action Unreal Tournament tournament! Saren is going to be so pleased!" Demi held his arms to his chest, muscles tensed in excitement. "And Sarin promised to bend me over and screw me until I was mindless with pleasure if one of my robots could beat him!" The rat swooned for a bit. Then his index finger came to his cheek, his eyes looking to the upper right in thought. "Well, the skunk will probably do that anyway, but it's the thought that counts!" The demon let out a happy giggle and bounced around his room some.
"I need to calm down. The competition is still a week away," thought the rat. "Why don't I go down to a mortal world somewhere. I'm certain I could convince some mortal to let me devour his soul. I might even get a good yiff out of it!" Visions a bare fox rump filled his head. That wagging tail... That soft pelt... That cute tush... That tight ass just begging for a cock to carress it... "Yeah! That's the ticket!" Demi excitedly proclaimed. The path was chosen. Now he just needed to get dressed for it.
Demi turned to the nearby mirror. Lifting off his sunglasses, the rat examined his face for dirt and found none. He had a blue agouti pattern. Blue-gray fur covered most of his head, with bright silver fur on his chin. Blue eyes glowed slightly with inner light. Twin rounded ears adorned the top of his head, their pink insides darting around as they scanned for noise. And nestled between those two ears were two small horns. They were about two inches long, brown, and had rounded tips. They felt more like leather than bone. Demi ran his tongue over his lips, taking a look on his fat muzzle. It started below his forward facing eyes unlike some other rats.
But enough of that! Demi was wearing his lab-coat today, a must for mad scientists everywhere! It wasn't buttoned. It was only held together at the waist with a belt, opening up like a V to expose his silvery chest fur. Undoing his belt, the rodent pulled the shoulders back and let the white cloth fall to the floor. Even more silvery chest fur greeted the mirror, along with hints of blue fur to the sides. A full turn showed off his wings. They were pink and fleshy, like a bat. With a smooth motion they extended to their full eight foot span, and the gleaming blue back fur came to view. It was unblemished but for a line running down his back with his spine. Demi put his paws on his hips as he examined himself. The paws were pink and hairless, showing he wasn't a pure-bred blue agouti.
Another quick pull and his pants dropped to the floor. His tail hung below the rat's blue ass. His pink and hairless tail had thin grooves every inch. As the rat stepped from his clothes, the tail lifted the pants from the floor at tossed them to the side. Demi's tail was quite prehensile! A sight bend, a lifted tail, and two paws pulled the blue cheeks apart, showing off a pleasing pink pucker stuck in a line of silver running between the cheeks up to his tail. satisfied with his yiffiness, the rat turn around and examined his front. The run of silver fur ran down to rat's well endowed sack. There were times it paid to be a rat! His sheath was also happily tucked within the thick tufts of silver. Demi gave his digitigrade legs a quick check for dirt, including looking at his large feet.
Satisfied, he set about dressing himself for the occasion. Bracers of weakness. Shin guards of stumbling. Sash of tiring. Amulet of mana dampening. Circlet of psi blocking. There, that should convince the mortals I'm not coming to rampage. After a few seconds to admire his "valuable enchanted equipment", the demon was out the door.
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Demi appeared in a busy park setting. There were trees and trails in the background with a large grassy field in front of him. Numerious patrons were milling about the open air buildings, benches, and barbaque pits. The natural area was quite busy and the demon wondered if there was anything that might grab his attention...
"Ye-argh!"
Yes. Yes, a scream would do it.
Kyle yelled at the top of his lungs as he fell to his knees from sudden, unexpected pain. Turning around to see the cause, he caught a glimpse of an owl was flying down from her diving attack. Grasped within her talons was a long, fluffy fox tail! "What the bloody hell did you do that for?" he yelled at her.
"Fena wanted to," owl returned, calming now that she had finished her violence. "One should consider it a reminder to not mess with owls if you value your hide!"
"Huh? Did you just refer to yourself in third person?" Kyle asked in confusion, his pain momentarily forgotten. The fox was just here to hike a nature trail. What had he done to anger this nutter? Wait. That was his tail she was holding! "Oh my god, you took off my tail! Give it back!" the fox returned, surprise and panic edging into his voice.
Fena merely grinned as much as her beak would let her. "Nope! When Fena attacks, one's tail belongs to her!" was her cackling reply. With that the owl bit the severed end of the tail and sucked it into her mouth like some kind of furry noodle. Kyle's could do little but gawk wide-eyed at the specticle. The psychotic avian hiccuped a bit, commenting on its taste. "One's tail is not bad, but it needed some salt. Or perhaps more blood. Yes!"
Twisting around, Kyle got a glimpse of the stump that used to be his tail. Fuck! She really had taken it clean off. The pain had dulled considerably while he was distracted and it wasn't bleeding too badly. "Well, I'm glad I meet your tastes," he returned sarcasticly. The fox slowly approached his attacker. "So now what, birdy?"
The avian kept her distance from Kyle though, expecting some sort of revenge or retaliation. "What now? One goes and gets laughed at by anyone who sees him tail-less!"
Kyle hmphed. "Whatever. I'm sending you the medical bill."
A high pitched laughter was his answer. The owl chirped in response, "One is quite free to send it, but don't expect anyone to force Fena to pay! Foxes are nothing but nasty vermin."
A twitch crossed the vulpine's face. He had come here to relax! Having the worst parts of his job come to haunt him was not in the bill. The fox stopped advancing towards his attacker. "Okay, look. Can we at least call a truce?" he said trying to sound as smooth as possible. Inwardly, he was thinking to himself, "at least until the police get here and dig my tail out of your blasted stomach."
"Tough!" Fena yelled. "Foxes are nothing but trouble, the fewer there are the better everyone would be!"
Demi had watched the spectacle unfolding. He admired the fox's patience, and couldn't help but quip at it. "Heh. If the owl thinks foxes are vermin I don't even want to know what she would think of me!"
The psychotic bird turned around an spat, "Guttersnipe!"
The rat tilted his head and grinned, "You're welcome!"
"Fine," Kyle conceded as he laid down on his back. The fox removed his shirt to nurse his bloody stump. "A one sided truce, then. I'm just gonna lie here for a while. You can go do whatever."
The avian nutter seemed content to stare at the tail-less fox for a little longer to make sure he wasn't trying anything. "Vermin," she muttered under her breath, and turned about to go to a bench and slouch down on it.
Meanwhile, Demi had finally found guttersnipe in a dictionary he had produced from under his wings. "What the crap?" As the dictionary was replaced, a balloon and a bottle of barbecue sauce was produced. The balloon swelled with the brown fluid quite quickly.
Fena may have been content to wait a distance from her victim, but Kyle was having none of that. A blast of anger boiled to the surface and his happy fox exterior faded for a bit. He sat up, found a nearby rock, and threw it at the owl as hard as he could.
Demi had finished pumping up his balloon and had just tied it off. "Hey Birdbrain!"
On hearing the insult, Fena slouched down a bit and turned her head. She saw the rock sailing over where her head used to be. But that was not the end of it. Kyle's first rock smacked the demonic rodent square in the stomach. Demi immediately realized it came from the neurotic owl's direction, and he was more than happy to launch his own projectile. "Think fast feather duster!" He yelled as his furless paws heaved the loaded balloon.
Fena didn't want to be caught in a crossfire, and leaped up from the bench. Taking wing, she flew a good ways away from the fox and rat.
Kyle glowered at the retreating avian. "Fine. Run away you stupid bird. The next time we meet I'm going to... AUGH!" he cut off as a balloon full of barbecue sauce splattered all over him. He felt the thick syrup seeping in through all of his fur save for that covered by his pants.
An oversized sweat drop formed on Demi's temple as he saw Kyle covered in sauce with a suitable splashing sound. "Uh... Sorry about that guy!"
"Great. Just great." The tail-less fox said through a frown etched on his face. "Wounded and now covered with barbecue sauce. I might as well just stick an apple in my mouth." Kyle looked up at the approaching rat.
They were soon side by side, and the demon offered another apology. "Sorry! I was aiming for the bird. Besides, you look more like a stuffer. I'm called Demi by the way!"
The fox extended his sauce smeared hand as a bark of laughter escaped his muzzle. "I'm Kyle. Kyle Firefox."
The rat shook the offered paw, getting his own smeared with the tasty brown sauce. "You're also wounded. Let me." Demi's paw reached around the shirtless fox. Two fingers and a thumb gripped the bloodied stump and gently pulled away. A new tail emerged from under their grip, like the tail was being pulled from a tube hidden in the rodent's arm.
Kyle's eyes lit up as he felt the pain cease and tail return. "My tail! How did you do that?" he asked with a look of both wonder and gratitude on his face.
"Magic my friend!" Demi responded. Snapping his fingers, blue sparks and bolts flew around his raised fingers.
Kyle was at a loss for words. This was the real world! You don't just pull movie tricks out of your hand like that! He examined his new friend more closely and suddenly realized the rat was walking around fully exposed. And there were wings behind his back. And there were horns on his forehead. Oh my god. "How could I have missed that before?" Kyle thought to himself as his tail started to tuck itself between his legs. "Er... What are you and are you taking that cooking bit seriously?" he asked the demon as nerviousness flushed into his face.
The demon returned a sincere smile. "I'm a demon, and I was quite serious! I think all foxes should be filled up with... uh..." Demi's eyes shifted left and right as he paused a second. "bread!"
Kyle couldn't help but laugh. "Right! I might be a stuffer for the right fellow then."
"Great!" The demon exclaimed as he leaned forward. A quick lap of his tongue cleared off the side of Kyle's muzzle. "And the sauce mixes with your flavor so well!"
The fox didn't have much answer for that other than blushing deeply.
Demi looked back and forth a few times, and quickly spotted his target. "Ohh! And there's a roasting pit over there. You know Kyle Kyle Firefox, It would be such a shame to waste the situation now that you're covered!"
Kyle chuckled nervously as he looked down at his splattered self. "Please, just Kyle... and... what did you have in mind?"
Demi put his arm around the fox's shoulder, and wrapped a wing around the rest of his back. He didn't seem to mind the soiled fur. The fox on the other hand could barely contain a surprised gasp as the soft flesh wrapped around him. Sauce oozed around in his fur and across his skin. The demon casually walked towards the unused cooking pit, carrying the fox in tow. Turning his head, the rat whispered in the fox's ear, "I have it in mind to prepare you, roast you whole and alive over an open fire, and eat you body and soul!"
Kyle's blood stopped cold. His head buzzed. His chest stuffed itself full as his skin tingled with nervous energy. Is the demon actually serious? Why doesn't anyone notice anything not normal? What the HELL am I doing following along with him? Am I insane?!
Paw was placed in front of paw. Dusty ground wafted up between his paw pads.
Kyle did not stop.
He turned to look at the rat. Satin fur rubbed through his soaked pelt as his muzzle bumped Demi's. The rat was looking at him as well, and quickly moved to press their two noses together. A sweet taste filled the fox's mouth as Demi's tongue probed inside. Kyle eased himself forward, his gooey chest pressing into the rat's. Wings and arms wrapped around the two bodies as sauce oozed and flowed over them. The tongue probing in Kyle's mouth wrapped around his own and it seemed forever before the kiss broke.
His eyes. His eyes glow. Kyle couldn't look away, and wasn't sure he wanted to. The rat's blue pupils mesmerized him, growing until they filled his vision. Thoughts flickered through his mind. Unending rollercoasters. Curving, twisting towers standing in defiance of physical laws. Orgies. Violent live action computer games. Snuff. People dieing, loving it, and coming back like nothing happened.
In his mind, Kyle saw himself spitted over a fire, murring contentedly as he was roasted alive.
Kyle's eyes grew wide. Released from the demon's trance, he saw the world like it was through a new set of eyes. Countless sparks of every color flew through the sky. The people around him gleamed with colored auras. The objects around him seemed like images of a projector. It all looked so... so... illusionary... What was real? What was not? The fox couldn't say anymore.
The demon retracted his wings, and the world turned back to normal. But the memories hung in the fox's mind like a sweet scented oil. The demon was a portal to insanity, and the fox couldn't make himself want to turn away. "I am truly mad," he thought to himself. Kyle turned back to the rat and smiled his most sincere smile at him. He felt a rush of excitement fill his chest as rat grinned back. "Roast me." Kyle whispered. "Eat me." The whisper was all he could manage in his excitement.
"Body and soul?" the demon whispered back, a sly look crossing his face.
"Body and soul!" came the fox's elated whisper.
Demi snapped his fingers in front of Kyle's face. With a glow of sparks and energy, the vulpine's world suddenly enlarged beyond his ratty companion once again. It felt like his whole body was encased in rubber. Looking around, he saw his body glowing blue, but it was fading. So did his imaginary rubber suit.
It hadn't felt bad. He actually felt quite safe. "What was that?" he asked of his demonic companion.
Demi had already pulled out a sheet of plastic from a box of disposable table-covers. With a quick flutter it was across half of a picnic bench. He turned and answered. "Soul prison and painkiller spells. The latter stops any pain or uncomfortable sensations. The former keeps you from missing out on any of the fun by forcing your soul to stay in your physical body after it dies. Why don't you undress and sit down on the table?"
Kyle was only wearing his jeans now. It was a simple matter to unbutton them and let them fall to the ground. With his free and bare rump displayed to the world, the fox happily sat down on the bench, letting his legs rest on the seat.
He suddenly realized that a wolf and bunny were eating their picnic lunch on the other side of the bench.
Kyle felt like his lungs were forcing their way into his throat. Surely his face must be redder than his pelt! The panicked fox turned to look at his demon companion, but the rat simply waved to the two furs. "Hi. I'm going to cook and eat my fox friend here. I hope I'm not intruding."
"Not at all." the wolf replied. "It is a lovely day to roast one's friends, isn't it?"
The fox's mouth dropped open as he stared at the two. He was eventually brought out of it by Demi's prodding. Looking back, he realized a vat of garlic butter spread was opened beside him and the demon and his brush were ready to slather up anything not already coated with barbecue sauce.
The brush had soft bristles. Kyle couldn't help but murr as those bristles oozed through his fur in long, luxurious strokes. It had been so long since he had a good brushing! The butter coated his pelt like a paste, holding it down to the skin. Bristles moved along, over, and between his sensitive toe pads. Bristles flowed between his toes and over his ankles.
"How?"
"How what?" Demi replied.
"How can we sit here naked in the middle of a busy park and have no one care?"
"Kyle, did you want something to happen to you before now?"
"Well..." The fox thought as butter greased up his calves. "I guess not. I hated my job. I hated my life now that I think about it. But the idea of something upsetting it and rocking the boat was even worse."
"It's the same with these people. They just want to live their lives inside their self-made bubble. They just want a quiet, comfortable middle-class suburbia. They want ordinary. They want bland. And they don't want anything to puncture the bubble that defines reality for them. They don't want to see a demon walking down the park. So they don't."
Kyle looked around. Kids were playing Frisbee in the fields. Hikers were coming back from and leaving for the trails. There were twenty benches around them, all of whom were packed with ordinary looking people. No one noticed. Not one of them.
The brush brought Kyle back to his own situation. A loud and happy murr rippled through his chest as the soft bristles melted over his sheath. Demi took his time, swirling the bristles around. Kyle moaned in pleasure, slowly leaning back as his white fur turned yellow. The brush oozed it's way under the fox's tail, and Kyle spread his legs open as far as he could. Pleasure rolled around between his cheeks. Pleasure stuffed itself in the entrance there, filling his tail hole with butter.
Kyle looked back with a smile on his face. Demi was as erect from the foreplay was he was.
"You haven't seen anything my lovely foxxie!" commented Demi with a devilish grin. "Get on your stomach and lift your tail."
Kyle knew that meant.
Foxxie was about to get his mind fucked out.
And foxxie was more than happy for it! Kyle rolled over onto his stomach. The sauce once more oozed through his pelt as the plastic compressed his fur. His feet pressed down onto the seat below as he tucked his knees under the table. The fuzzy tail lifted, exposing the pink prize it had hidden. Kyle couldn't help but grin as his arm paws gripped the other side of the table, preparing to hold on for the ride of his life.
Two quick runs of the brush, and the rat's member was greased up and ready to go. Kyle heard the footsteps as Demi drew close. He felt the shock run through the seat as the demon hopped up. His proximity was electric, burning the demon's presence in his mind. Handpaws planted down on the table on either side of his chest. Thighs pressed under his own as the demon forced his legs in between the fox's. Kyle felt the demon wrapping his legs around his own, and spreading. The orange, vulpine legs were forced open, the fox moaning as his was rump laid bare before the rat.
Fur. Chest fur. Demi's satin pelt oozed into his own as the rat leaned down. Sauce and fur mixed once again through Kyle's back as the rat's chin set down beside his own. A paw planted itself on his cock. A cock touched his hole.
"Ready?" Asked Demi.
The fox wiggled his rump around the rat, the greased up rump fur oozing around the waiting member.
"Fuck me!" exhaled the fox.
Kyle was speared through with one solid thrust. The greased up rear spread open under the rat's assault, and Demi's sack slammed straight into the fox's hips. Kyle moaned as his prostate oozed pleasure through hips.
Demi humped the soon-to-be meal with strong thrusts and slow retreats. The rat's tail slithered under the fox, curling around his oiled cock. With every stroke the rat's body curled along the fox's back. With every stroke the fox's rear was pushed forward, the plastic underneath sliding around him. With every stroke the rat's paw pumped along the fox's own member and the tail pushed and pulled, it's grooves coiling around Kyle's foxhood. Up and down. In and out. Push and pull. Steadily and firmly the rat kept his pace amidst his gasps and moans of pleasure.
Kyle gasped, his breath forced out by the hammering cock. It was too much! He thrust back against the rat desperately, his knuckles starting to go white from gripping the table too hard. His prostate was screaming in joy, radiating pleasure through his entire body. Utterly helpless beneath the rat's sensual assault, his rump clenched around its intruder in time with every thrust. "This..." he gasped. "is worth... barbecued... ten times over..."
The rat licked Kyle's cheek once again. Each firm stroke ground the rat's sack into the fox's rump. Each firm stroke speared through the fox's prostate. Kyle's rear squeezed around each withdrawal so the rat could spread him open again. Gasping breath blew against his cheek as Demi slowly picked up his pace. The thrusts become more forceful as the rat's tail and paw squeezed tighter and tighter against the foxy cock.
Kyle gasped for breath that would not come. The rat curled and writhed over him with each thrust. The fox's face was pressed into the plastic from Demi's force. The fox's tail uncontrollably wagged around the humping pair. Paw gripped his member as it was thrust into the plastic. Tail coiled and curved around Kyle's shaft with every motion. Heat built up inside the fox, threatening to explode.
"Scream." Demi whispered into the fox's ear. "Scream for me."
Kyle opened his maw and screamed his pleasure to the entire park. His groin exploded in pleasure, his cum shooting out onto the plastic. Kyle's balls all but disappeared as his load was milked from his spasming body.
Demi followed suit, his body tensing and squeezing in climax around the fox's blissful form. The demon's wings extended to full length as his body tensed with uncontrollable spasms spasms. Hot liquid pleasure pumped itself into Kyle's rear as the writhing fox layed trapped under the writhing rat.
Both fell exhausted to the table, their spent forms moaning in afterglow pleasure. Kyle's body turned to mush under the rat, and Demi could only enjoy the soft cushion. The demon wings went limp and slowly touched the table. Cum oozed down the fox's ass and legs, sending the scent of sex into the wing trap to mix with the sent of sauce, butter, and spent furs. Each breath filled the fox's lungs with the enticing cocktail of flavors he was soon to be. Seconds turned to minutes.
Finally, Demi moaned.
The rat slowly pushed himself off of the fox. Pulling his legs out from around Kyle's, Demi stood back on the ground. The vulpine flopped over on his back, still breathing hard. Then he looked up to the rat with a smile on his face.
"Thanks... for the... best fuck... of my life..." the fox gasped.
Demi smiled back and winked. "You're welcome. You pick up a few tips by the time you're 10,000, if you catch my drift."
Kyle looked around. No one had noticed.
"That was great. But it only packs one end." Demi commented.
The fox sat back up, a grin on his face. "I can't wait to see what you have planned!"
Demi smiled back as he set a tub of bread crumbs on the table. "Nothing quite as spectacular I'm afraid." Demi's paws reached for the fox's head. After a few scritchings along his chin, Kyle felt the hand wrap around his muzzle and lift it towards the sky. Another paw wrapped around his neck and pulled it forward. The vulpine's body relaxed completely as the rat's paws guided him to a new position.
Demi stood on the seat and looked down at the fox's muzzle from above. "Open wide!" Kyle obliged. His muzzle turned into a pink cavern filled with white stalagmites and stalactites. Warm cheeks filled out the sides, and his tongue emptied into the waiting opening at the back.
Demi admired the waiting maw for a few seconds before setting his hand inside. The warm surroundings engulfed the demon's paw in pleasure as the sweet taste of magic filled the fox's mouth. The rat slowly pressed his paw inside, spreading open the pink flesh as it got smaller and tighter in the back. The rat's satin fur oozed through the fox's cheeks. Kyle's gullet opened up to accept the demon's arm. It slid farther and farther down, the pelt turning to liquid silk in the fox's mouth. The rat's arm was in up to his shoulder when he finally pressed his palm against the stomach wall.
Extraction was much faster, Kyle's maw letting the demon's arm run through it like a sword swallower's sword. Soon it was back out in the open.
"Keep just like that!" the demon commanded.
Demi grabbed a handful of the bread stuffing and pushed his way into the gullet once more. Kyle didn't move. He let his drool pool inside and spill out with each of the rat's intrusions. Using both hands, one at a time, Demi packed his meal full of stuffing, and then some. The twin arms pumped in and out of the fox's body like some kind of living pipe-brush. As the stuffing piled itself into his esophagus, Demi's intruding arms stayed in shorter and shorter lengths.
"Done!"
Kyle looked down and was surprised to see his tummy had pudged out a bit. He looked back at the rat with a smile only to see he was heaving a new drum onto the table. As the cap popped, the tangy aroma of ranch dressing filled his nostrils.
Demi looked Kyle straight in his eyes. "Trust me?"
"I trust you." the fox replied.
"This will be the weirdest part of the preparation. I want you to drink this entire drum." the rat instructed.
"But... I'm already full."
"Relax." he said with a smile. "Don't inhale. Swallow with your mouth. Breathe out through your nose every few gulps."
The rat bent his legs and lifted up the tub. Kyle pressed his hands to it to help stabilize it. The opening was to his mouth, the tangy dressing spilling inside already.
"Take a deep breathe."
The fox felt his chest expanding as he filled his lungs.
"Ready?"
Kyle nodded. Demi tilted the vat and the tangy dressing was spilt. Kyle felt his whole mouth fill and he gulped it down. His mouth filled again, and the fox gulped the tasty dressing down as fast as he could. The fox was surprised as air forced itself out of his nose. His lungs felt like they were syrup.
Kyle blinked in surprise as he realized his lungs were filling up. With his stomach so full there was nowhere else for the dressing to go! But he trusted the rat. Kyle closed his eyes and swallowed as fast as he could. Air burst free from his muzzle as it bubbled up through the dressing. The fox's lungs turned from syrup to pudding as they filled up. At last the fox swallowed but there was no more lung to fill. Sauce erupted into his sinuses, oozing out of his nose. Demi took the vat away.
Dressing oozed down Kyle's cheeks. He couldn't breath. He couldn't move. He couldn't stay sitting. Demi grabbed his shoulders and eased him back onto the table, looking into Kyle's frightened eyes.
"Easy Kyle. Don't try to talk. Just think and I'll hear."
"I can't move! What's happening to me!" The fox frantically thought to his demon lover, his mind laced with growing panic.
Demon eyes met Kyle's own. They swelled to fill the fox's vision, his mind clearing soon after. Demi looked down on him and smiled.
"You're dieing Kyle. You can't breathe. Just relax and let it happen."
Kyle blinked. He relaxed his hands. His legs went limp. His tail twitched one last time. Demi smiled down at him.
Kyle couldn't blink anymore.
Demi leaned down to kiss the ranch covered muzzle.
"Am I?"
"Dead? Yes. That's what the soul prison was for. Just relax. From now on I'll take care of everything."
So this is what death is like. It wasn't painful at all. Kyle would have grinned if he could. He still felt his body, even if he couldn't move it. Kyle could barely remember the last time he felt so relaxed. "So what now?"
Demi rummaged under the table. "We're done preparing. Now I'm going to spit you."
Kyle would have blinked if he could. "Come again."
The rat's face filled his own, along with a long metal rod. "I'm going to jam this spear into your tail hole, through your body, and out your mouth."
Kyle would have looked up in alert if he could have. Instead, he just let ranch drool down his mouth as the rat put a bit in his mouth to hold it open. "Will it hurt?"
Demi grinned as he moved around to Kyle's rear. "Nothing can hurt you anymore." he said in his most comforting voice. Gentle paws spread the fox's legs open. The metal felt cool against his waiting rear. A simple thrust and it was inside, a little cum getting squeezed out. Kyle felt the rod thrust into him like a giant cock. It ran past is prostate in a never ending thrust. The rat's paw trailed up his body, judging the spits progress as the fox's rear was pleasured one last time. There was a bit of pressure on his throat, and a metal pole was in the fox's immobile view. He felt his legs and tail being tied to the metal rod. Soon he saw the rat binding his arms in front of his face. With that done, the rat took the bit out of his mouth and the fox's maw relaxed against the spit.
Demi's paws rubbed through Kyle's chest fur. "All done. Are you ready to cook?"
He was going to cook. He was really going to cook. It was too late to back out now, and the startling thought came to him that he didn't want to. The sex was great. And getting stuffed was a sensation he never felt before. What more did the demon have in store for him? Excitement flared in his stuffed, dead chest. "Ready and waiting!"
"Great!" the demon replied.
Two paws slipped under the fox, one under his back and the other under his rump. Kyle felt himself lift up into the air, and his view swung around as he was carried to pit. Demi tilted the fox's head to see what he was in for. It was just a hole dug into the ground with two metal seats to rest the spit on. Two small clacks later, and the meal was resting over the ash pit. He was hanging onto the pole with just his flesh, and the firm tug felt pleasant. He sat on the metal spike quite easily. Kyle couldn't help but notice how relaxed he felt.
Charcoal briquettes rolled into the ash pit as Demi dumped a bag under him. One quick spell and the fire was roaring beneath him. Flame kissed the fox's fur as searing heat roared through his body. Kyle didn't feel one nip of pain. He heat flowed through him like resting under a comforter on cold morning. The world began to spin as the demon turned the crank.
He was cooking.
Kyle had never felt so relaxed in his life. The warmth comforted his body as his mind took on an almost serene feeling. Fur fell out as it burned off, the fox not minding one bit. Skin turned golden. Juices and oils erupted and ran down his body like sweat to sizzle on the fire. It was like relaxing in a sauna after a good swim. His body began to hang on tighter and tighter to the rod, bouncing around less and less.
Kyle was sad when the fire went out.
Demi picked up his sizzling hot meal with a pair of oven mitts. Kyle found his back resting on the table once more. He felt the rat untie his arm from the rod, but the cooked meat stayed firmly in place. Cooked meat. He was cooked meat now. The demon went around and untied his legs and the hairless rail that used to be his bushy tail. They all stayed in place as well. The metal rod retracted from his sight, his rear registering the longest cock ever to pull out. And that was it.
Only one thing left to do now.
"You've been great Kyle. Thanks for letting me eat you."
"This is easily the oddest and most interesting thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for eating me Demi! I hope I taste great."
"Oh, you will." Commented the rat as his face filled Kyle's lifeless eyes. "Just the smell alone is exquisite."
Demi sat down at the bench. Twin rat paws reached across the table and gripped Kyle's head. The foxy meal would have sucked in his breath if he could. The soft paws felt exquisite on his melted nerves. The demon pulled his meal into a sitting position. Kyle could feel a slight pop in his hips as the cooked meat yielded. Two more pops followed, and his arms were hanging loosely by his sides.
Demi smiled at him one last time.
Kyle got a great view of the rodent's muzzle. It was rounded and fat. With the satin fur it look quite attractive. Demi had pink lips. Those lips parted, opening up a pink universe before him. The cavern was moistened and filled to flooding. The aroma must be truly exquisite to make the swimming pool he saw before him! His aroma! Blunt white teeth filled the sidelines, and in the center sat the rat's tongue. It was the pink path to be followed to the waiting cavern in the back, a tunnel disappearing down into darkness.
The tunnel slowly expanded in the fox's vision as the cavern moved towards him. Kyle could feel the rat's excited breathe on his face. The mouth filled his entire vision. His chin set down on the waiting tongue. A moan of pleasure escaped the demons throat.
"You're delicious!"
Light cut off as Demi closed his mouth. Cheeks wrapped around Kyle's muzzle. Soft flesh groped and poked at him. Light returned as the rat opened his muzzle to accept more. Demi's tongue rolled, the bump traveling along the fox's chin. The tunnel at back came closer. Another swallow. The tunnel grew larger. Another motion. Kyle's nose touched the rat's throat. Demi's gullet sucked at him. Demi's gullet pulled at him. Demi's gullet called for him!
Rat paws grabbed his chest and pulled Kyle forward. The tight tunnel engulfed Kyle's muzzle. The tight tunnel wrapped itself around his head. The tight tunnel caressed his shoulders. The demon's tongue rolled everywhere on his body, frantically tasting the wondrous treat. "Tasting me", Kyle thought to himself. The rat grabbed Kyle's hips and lifted him into the air. The fox's body slide in easily. Kyle's world turned to one of flesh. Demi's heart sang it's soothing song into his ears as he sank in to the demon's chest. Flesh rolled over the fox's torso. The eager gullet massaged his hips.
A tight spot blocked the fox's passage, then opened up for him. "Stomach", Kyle realized. His head emptied into a slightly more spacious accommodation as his thighs disappeared. Kyle tilted his head along the stomach walls as his calves vanished into their new home. The fox's body slid around in the fleshy interior and curled up as it fell, his feet vanishing. Demi's maw closed. The fox was nothing more than an outline in his throat. The fox was nothing more than an outline in his chest. The fox was nothing more than meat bulging out the rat's belly.
Demi gave off a groan of pleasure as he rubbed his paw on the outline of Kyle's head. "You were a wonderful meal my foxxie friend!"
Kyle rubbed his cooked cheek against the resting paw. "And you were a great eater my rattie friend! I shall not forget!"
"Trust me, you won't." the demon chuckled a bit.
The stomach surrounded Kyle. It groped him. It caressed him. The slick flesh wrapped around every part of his body. It rose and fell with every breathe. It writhed with every movement the rat made. The fox couldn't help but let out a pleased murr.
Huh?
"Demi! I can move again!" The fox jerked in surprise. His body slid around in the fleshy sack, flesh oozing over his form.
The demon laughed. "Of course you can. A para-mortal brings his own reality with him. And in Hell the dead move with ease."
Demi got up, his now massive gut sloshing as he did so. The rat walked away from the park benches, his stomach bouncing with each step. Kyle spun around. Kyle flipped. Kyle slurped and slid. Kyle loved every second of the rat's embrace.
The rat opened up a hell portal. With one quick step, he left the mortal world and returned to the hell from which he came.
No one noticed.
Kyle moaned in pleasure as his world stopped bouncing around him. Settling down, the fox listened to the demon's gentle heartbeat. He heard the movement of air with each rise and fall of his body.
"We're home." Demi commented. "And I need a nap."
"Sleep well Demi."
"Rest will Kyle."
Kyle tried to stay awake. Demi's warmth oozed around him. Juices flowed and coated him. Flesh squeezed and caressed him. Kyle fell asleep shortly before the demon did.
* * * * *
"Uh? Wha?"
Kyle blinked sleep from his eyes. He brought his paws up to rub his head as he gradually drifted up from his slumber. "Wow. What a wild dream!" Kyle could remember the dream so vividly. This friendly demon came to the park, fucked him in view of everyone, cooked him, and ate him. How crazy is that?
His bed was so comfy this morning. Kyle almost drooled in pleasure. So comfy! Wait. His bed is hard a rock.
Kyle's eyes snapped wide open. He was surrounded by folds of pink flesh. There was no light yet he clearly saw he was trapped in the living sack.
The fox curled over quickly. His chest! It was white, not golden. His legs were orange and quite alive!
But the demon ate him, body and soul! He was going to digest him, right? Shouldn't he be nothing more than so much brown goo and ectoplasm?
The fox sat up in a crouch, his foot paws sinking into the living floor. He lifted his arm paws above his head. The stomach moved easily under his motions, permitting him room to view himself. His body was all there, perfectly clean and healthy. What was going on?
"Demi?"
"Ah, you've awakened!"
"Demi, where am I?"
"Well, your physical body is so much meat paste in my intestines. Your soul is now safely tucked away in a stomach in my astral body."
Kyle swallowed a boulder. So he had yet to be digested fully.
"I-I see... How... How long to I have before... I..."
"Before your soul digests into nothingness?"
"Yeah."
"For the sake of all that is unholy, why would I ever want to do that?"
Kyle's ears perked up. "You... you're not going to kill me?"
"Of course not!" The demon replied. "Souls excrete a steady supply of energy we call magic. Mortals can't use any of it because of how the soul is connected to the physical body. However, there are no such issues when you're resting comfortably inside my stomach! Every soul is an unlimited fountain of magical nector! In fact..."
Kyle had felt a wave of relief building up inside him as the demon spoke. As the demon finished, the mortal fox felt like he had two bodies, and one was being sucked out. Suddenly Kyle was looking at Demi. He was on the couch of an apartment that looked ordinary by all accounts except for the demon sitting next to him.
Demi smiled. "In fact, you produce so much energy that I can easily give you as many physical bodies to play with as you want. Welcome to eternity my friend!"
Kyle grin back. "Thanks, I think. Am I in hell? Hellfire?"
The demon nodded. "A hell. Hell is our word for a city where demons live. And no, you'll not be feeling any hellfire. We love mortals here!"
The fox leaned back into the sofa. It was amazingly soft. Then he leaned into his fuzzy companion. "Okay. So what's the deal?"
Demi scritched his new companion behind his ears. "Until you adjust, nothing. After you adjust, we'll find out what your hobbies are. If they are useful, we'll direct your efforts to where we need work done. Otherwise, just have fun and enjoy your eternity. The magic you secret more than pays for your stay."
Kyle grinned at the demon a bit, "I might enjoy my eternity a bit more if we had some cool computer games to play."
Demi beamed back. "I love it when new souls catch on fast! Ever play Unreal Tournament?"
"You made it into real life?!" Kyle shouted in elation.
"Real life and completely painless to boot. Want to a play few games with my clan?"
"Fuck yeah!"
Two furs raced across the choatic planes of hell, wanting nothing more than for their bodies to be ripped assunder and splattered across the wall over and over again from the jagged, yellow-hot shrapnel of a flak cannon.
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Finis.
Written by: Landon_Fox
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