Return of the Carnivore Coffee Shop
#15 of Vore
Return of the Carnivore Coffee Shop by: BerserkerB
The DeVore Coffee Shop is both a place of public knowledge and forbidden secrets. Nestled between two office buildings on Vine Street, surrounded by towering constructs of glass and steel, the almost quaint coffee shop has never gone unnoticed. The family that runs the establishment, the DeVore family, bought the property several years before many of the office buildings came into being. Ever since, they turned the old house into one of the most popular coffee shops in Metro City.
But the popularity of the DeVore Coffee Shop rests not solely on the atmosphere and excellent quality of their products. Whispered among a select group is the true name of the establishment - one that draws attention to questionable practices. The DeVores have renovated the old house in many ways. In the basement and on the second floor are several locked rooms. Of course, the proprietors of the shop are happy to give out the keys to these rooms - for a price. The average customers know little about the rooms, though sometimes rent them out for parties. But...the true customers of the DeVore Coffee Shop utilize the rooms for their intended purpose. When two customers walk into a room, usually only one walks out.
The door to the Devore Coffee Shop opened, which jangled a small bell near the top. A couple of young men, a dingo and a raccoon, stepped into the shop. The dingo strode up to the front counter, looking calm and casual. He wore a red vest and a pair of dark blue jean-shorts. A single piercing adorned his left ear.
The raccoon stayed a few feet behind him. The young coon rubbed his paws nervously. He looked around at some of the other customers, many of whom were chatting happily about something or another, or sipping away at the refreshing beverages in their grasp. The coon looked down at his baggy slacks, and nibbled nervously at the collar of his green T-shirt.
"Alright Sheen, I got a room." The dingo's voice brought the raccoon's gaze up. The canine dangled a small keychain in front of Sheen's eyes. "You want to order something before we go back there? It's free with the room."
Sheen took a breath before stepping forward. He ordered an espresso with skim milk, and then turned to his friend. "What are you getting, Roy?"
"My usual - a mocha latte," Roy said while scratching his chin. "I enjoy the taste of chocolate with my meal." He grinned when he said 'meal' and it made Sheen shiver.
"Do...Do you come here often?" Sheen stammered to keep up a conversation, or else he thought he would faint.
Roy hummed and rubbed his chin in thought. "Well that depends... I don't come here often for a casual coffee, if that's what you're wondering." He could see Sheen was getting really antsy. "Listen man, are you sure you want to go through with this?" He took the coon's paw in his own. "I'll understand if you back out."
There was a slight pause before Sheen answered. "No, I want to do this. I've had dreams about it for most of my life, and...and I'd rather do it with you than with someone I don't know." He looked deep into his friend's eyes, and then leaned in with a kiss. It was short, but got the message through.
The dingo smiled warmly. "I'm glad you picked me." He licked his lips and added, "Plus, you'll be the first raccoon I've ever had."
Once their order was ready they headed upstairs to their room. When they reached the top of the stairs a door to their right suddenly opened. A large tiger slumped into the hall. Both Roy and Sheen's eyes fell to his rather large gut. He gave them a questionable look, but smiled when he saw the key in Roy's paw. He gave the dingo a pat on the shoulder, and then waddled his way down the flight of stairs, his belly jiggling with each step he took.
Roy and Sheen looked at each other with raised brows. Then Sheen looked down at Roy's gut, and a shiver crept up his spine. He took a sip of his espresso to suppress it. Their room was in the middle of the hall. Roy slipped the key inside, turned the lock, and opened the door for his raccoon friend to enter first. Once they were both inside, the door locked automatically once it was shut.
The room was the size of a small bedroom. Two couches sat against adjoining walls, with a short, round table in the middle. A few pieces of art hung on each wall, and on the table was a small music device.
Sheen sat down first, cupping his espresso tightly. Roy sat beside him, but left some room between them. They spent a few minutes in silence, just sipping from their drinks and occasionally glancing over at each other. Eventually Roy leaned over the table and switched on some music. The first thing that came up was strong, sexy beat. A warm melody followed quickly; it was the kind of music to make love to.
"Sh-should we get started?" Sheen asked, suddenly breaking the silence between them.
Roy leaned back and spread his legs. "What's the rush? Certainly you don't want to pass up a chance for a good time with me?" He took a deep breath to size up his chest.
Sheen bit his lower lip, his eyes staring so hard at the dingo's manly chest. His gaze wandered down to the canine's groin, then up to his belly, then back down to his groin. "I've never really had much...experience." The raccoon's face grew red when he said it. "I always equated sex with...you know, and I was afraid I'd blurt something out...and...and..."
A delicate finger touched the coon's lips and silenced him. "Shhh, that doesn't matter anymore." Roy grabbed Sheen's arm and lightly tugged. "Here, sit on my lap." Once the coon had repositioned himself, Roy began to sensually rock his hips into his friend's buttocks. Sheen let out a soft moan, and Roy placed his paws on the coon's hips. "That feel good?" he asked.
Sheen nodded and replied, "Mm hmm." He closed his eyes and let the smooth rocking and sensual music wash his fears away. The bulge in the dingo's shorts grew larger, and Sheen could feel it pressing tighter against the fabrics separating them. His own cock was beginning to strain inside his pants, and it was killing him.
"Why don't you get rid of that pesky shirt?" Roy asked; his voice smooth and powerful. Sheen nodded and quickly clambered to get his shirt over his head. "Yes... Such a sexy coon you are." The dingo's paws crawled up from Sheen's hips and wound their way around the coon's torso. His fingers explored his friend's tender flesh and soft fur. Roy smacked his lips and gulped a small buildup of drool. "So deliciously sexy."
Sheen let out a loud whimper. "Say it again," he moaned. Roy's fingers teased at his nipples, pinching the delicate flesh, and making the raccoon's hard-on push harder against his pants.
"You are..." Roy leaned in close and whispered into Sheen's ear, "so deliciously sexy." Just after he said it, he leaned down and sank his fangs into Sheen's shoulder. The bite was hard enough to pinch, but did not pierce the raccoon's skin.
"Oh yes!" Sheen burst out. Roy's hot and steamy words, as well as his nibbling, pushed Sheen to heights of ecstasy that he never thought he would feel. "Fuck me, Roy! Fuck me; then make my dreams come true!"
Roy let go and leaned back on the couch. "I'll be happy to, baby. But first, I think you should wrap your muzzle around my bone, get it nice and wet before I bury it in your ass."
Sheen practically jumped off of the dingo. He kneeled on the couch and began fumbling with Roy's pant's button. It took him a few tries, but he finally got it undone. The insatiable raccoon unzipped Roy's fly, and with the dingo's help pulled the irritating shorts out of the way.
Roy's cock bounced up. It was thick, but not too thick. It was long, but not too long. It was...it was... "It's perfect," Sheen said. He could not take his eyes off it. The tip was already gleaming with a dab of pre, and it seemed to call to the raccoon to taste from its flavor.
"Go on Sheen, suck it. I can see it in your eyes that you want it." The dingo placed a paw on the back of Sheen's head and gently guided him down to the awaiting shaft. "That's it, just open wide and take in as much as you can."
Sheen obeyed every word of his friend. The dingo's long shaft slid easily into his maw. He draped his muzzle over half of the juicy cock, and began to suck on it tenderly. Roy let his head fall back as the caressing waves of pleasure overtook him. Sheen took his time, savoring the unique flavor of his friend's meat. The canine's pre leaked slowly from the tip, which Sheen happily lapped up with his tongue. The raccoon took his time, slowly letting his muzzle envelop more and more of Roy's shaft.
"Oh yeah, work that mouth around it," Roy moaned happily. He gave Sheen a little nudge, forcing the coon's muzzle down to the base of his cock. "Get the whole thing wet, cause I'm going to bury it all inside of you."
Sheen's drool drizzled down every inch of Roy's hard penis. He pulled up to the tip, wrapped his lips around the it, and suckled on the leaking pre like a newborn.
"Whoa, hold on there!" Roy pulled Sheen off; the coon's maw came off the cock with a pop. "Don't guzzle it all down. I need it to lube up with." He checked how wet his shaft was, but felt it was not quite there. "Just lick around it for a minute, and then it should be ready."
Sheen begrudgingly complied. He maneuvered his slick tongue around the base of Roy's cock. With eyes closed, he leisurely worked his way up the dingo's length, enjoying the little taste of canine pre-cum he could savor. Roy showed his approval by dripping a few more globs of pre, some of which trickled onto the coon's exploring tongue.
"Alright, that's enough." Roy hauled Sheen off of him. "Turn around," he said with a twirling motion of his finger. After sheen spun around, Roy helped him bend down so that his ass was up and exposed. Roy lathered his thumb with spit, and then casually brushed it against Sheen's pucker. The raccoon moaned lightly and shifted around. "Such a hot, tight ass you've got." His thumb pushed hard against Sheen's anus, and then pushed right on in.
Sheen arched back from the sudden intrusion. "Ooooh!" His face went red. "That feels so good."
Roy chuckled and spun his thumb in small circles, massaging the coon's inner walls. "You haven't felt anything yet." He pulled out his thumb and slickened up two other fingers. He angled them carefully at Sheen's pucker. With a small twisting motion, Roy shoved his digits deep into Sheen's ass. The raccoon let out a stuttering yelp and clenched the couch tightly. "How did that feel?" Roy asked with a big grin.
Sheen could barely talk. He let a soft whine before finally saying, "It was good!" in a high voice.
The dingo grinned wickedly and removed his fingers. "Well my bone is thicker, longer, and ready to be buried. Hop on." He leaned back and rested his arms on the top of the couch.
Sheen nodded before slipping off the couch. He stood before Roy, his friend and now sexual lover; his raccoon manhood semi-hard and dripping. He gulped nervously as he glanced between the dingo's raging boner and his sexy and firm abs. After taking a deep breath he crawled back onto the couch. He kneeled over Roy's lap, staring down into the canine's brown eyes. He placed one paw on Roy's shoulder and slowly lowered his buttocks down. The head of Roy's member squeezed gently between his cheeks. With his other paw he positioned the shaft so that the head pressed firmly against his pucker. He took a deep breath, held it, and pressed his body down.
Roy's cock, still wet with raccoon saliva and dingo pre-cum, met with some resistance. The tip spread Sheen's pucker open, but there was still some friction between them. Roy took hold of the coon's ass cheeks and spread them. With some grunting, and a little bit of effort, he managed to slide more of his shaft into Sheen's ass.
"Damn Sheen, I never knew you were this tight!" The dingo grunted once more as he buried another inch of his bone in his friend's tighter than expected behind. "You feel like a virgin. Are you sure I'm not the first to pop your cherry?"
Sheen was somewhat occupied with the ripples of pleasure surging through him to give 100 percent of his attention. "Huh... What? Oh! Ye-yes, I've been taken before." He locked his legs in place and refused to go lower. "Hold on, I need a minute."
"Exhausted already?" Roy laughed. "We've barely begun." His brown eyes scanned the raccoon's body from head to knee. Sheen's body was covered in sweat, which matted his fur in several places. The coon had an average body, not too big, not too small. He was not at all fat, though had a little paunch to his belly. His firm ass squeezed nicely between the dingo's fingers, and he had one of the cutest faces Roy had ever seen. It all made the canine...salivate.
"Okay, let's do this," Sheen finally said. He relaxed his legs, and was surprised when he felt Roy's fingers grip tightly around his butt. "R...Roy?"
Roy licked away at the drool dripping from his muzzle. "I can't help it anymore, Sheen. I've got to have you soon; I just can't wait much longer." His belly gave an audible gurgle, loud enough for Sheen to hear.
"Yes!" Sheen exclaimed. "Yes Roy, fuck me now and then eat me! Please!" Blood rushed through his body. He felt hot, so very hot. His semi-hard penis was growing harder by the second. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and readied for the climax to his dream.
Roy's body no longer remained still. His hips slammed forward, shoving every juicy inch of his wet cock into Sheen's gloriously taut hole. The raccoon moaned with pleasure, which served to drive the dingo on. His body bounced rhythmically, each spring helping to spur on the next bounce. He used his paws to squeeze Sheen's ass around his shaft, kneading more pleasurable pressure onto his cock.
"Fuck yeah!" Roy screamed. "Such a tight piece of meat!" His balls slapped against the raccoon's buttocks with each thrust. He continued to knead Sheen's ass like dough.
Sheen cringed, then moaned, then cringed, and moaned again. "Oh Roy! Ah-ah-ah!" His body was overcome with sensations beyond words. Each thrust, each rough pounding, sent his thoughts spiraling. "Oh god! Oh...! I-I can't take it! T-t-too go~od!" His cock poured a stream of pre that sprang everywhere as he bounced. Roy was certainly milking him for everything he had. But despite the excruciating pleasure, the unbelievable ecstasy, it still was not enough for him to climax.
Nothing mattered to Roy at this point except for two things: he wanted, no, needed to come; and he needed to fill the inescapable void in his stomach. He felt torn between the awesome pleasure brought by the feral thrusting of his member into Sheen's ass, and the horrible nagging of a stomach that wanted to fill with a hot, delicious raccoon. He clasped his paws on Sheen's shoulders and kept him as still as possible. The sound of their flesh slapping together grew faster and louder. Roy bucked like an animal, no longer thinking of his friend as a friend, but as a piece of plump meat ready to be ingested. He laid in hard and fast, the pleasure finally amassing within his aching shaft.
"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" he screamed wildly. "Rrrraaaah!" His mouth opened wide and he howled like a wolf to the moon. Hot ropes of canine seed splattered onto the walls of Sheen's tight ass. He continued to pump at tremendous speed, filling the coon's ass to the brim. White drops cascaded down his shaft and splattered all over Sheen's inner thighs. "Time...to...eat!"
Sheen had never felt such desire before. Roy's climax signaled the end of one relationship, but also the beginning of a new relationship. When he heard the dingo scream those three words - such magnificent words - he knew his role in life was over. He forced his eyes open just in time. Roy's dark gullet came at him with uncanny speed, and the coon lost sight of the light once more.
The world around Sheen was that of his dreams. He could barely see a thing. It was hot, slopping wet, tight, but also squishy. He listened to the dingo's heavy breathing, and felt the canine's moist breath wash over his face. His body shuddered, and he felt his arousal grow even stronger. When his snout hit the entrance to Roy's throat, Sheen wanted to try and say a last goodbye. Unfortunately, Roy was too engrossed in his eating to give the coon a second to speak. An echoing gulp overcame him, and tight and powerful muscles gripped his head and pulled it down into the dingo's dark, pulsating gullet. The little light available was gone. There was no turning back.
Roy's paws took hold of his meal's sides and used them to boost the coon's shoulders into his hungry maw. The dingo's neck bulged out as Sheen's head sank into it, pushing flesh and fur out in the rough shape of a raccoon head. Canine throat muscles tugged as Roy gulped again. He swallowed his friend without care; his only thought was to get his food down. His muzzle enveloped the raccoon's chest and upper arms. He took his time to enjoy his meal, despite being crazily hungry. He lapped at the coon's torso, savoring the delectable flavor.
It was far better than his dreams, and Sheen revealed in the thought. Roy's tongue expertly explored every inch it could reach. Sheen felt his balls tug and his member throb with agony. The tight walls felt like hundreds of paws pulling him home. The knowledge that he was feeding his friend filled him with undeniable surges of pleasure and happiness...but also sadness. He could only experience it once, only be a part of the food chain for one time. The finality of it all, his life and his desire, enveloped him with sensations he never knew existed.
Roy's moans as he guzzled and savored his friend were like when he had his cock sucked - but this was ten times better, in his opinion. His penis, which had grown soft after he released his load, was busy growing hard once again. He kicked back his head and guzzled Sheen's torso down like water.
The sudden change in angle caught Sheen off guard. However, the moment Roy's throat began to gulp rapidly, Sheen knew what was coming. It was him; he was coming! He opened his maw as best he could to moan, and his legs, the only limbs still able to move, flailed and kicked madly. His warm seed sprayed like a torrent, gushing forth without limit. His balls contracted as they emptied every last drop of the hot, white strings of cum he had to give. It splashed onto Roy's shaft, as well as on the couch and floor below.
This was it, Sheen thought. This was his dream come true. He had reached his orgasm while being eaten alive. He closed his eyes, exhausted from life, and let Roy finish their story together.
Sheen's sudden explosion of cum came as a small shock to the dingo. The raccoon was the first to ever come while being eaten and deep down Roy loved seeing it happen. He swallowed Sheen's dripping groin into his maw and let his taste buds gather every zesty molecule. The slick muscle twisted around the coon's cock like a snake, squeezing it, tasting it, reveling in it. He felt his meal shift around, and for the first time Roy noticed how big he looked.
He placed a paw on his bloating belly and started to rub. Sheen's legs slid gradually into his maw and down his gullet. Roy sat back and just enjoyed the growing sensation of fullness. His raging hunger subsided, he could finally think about what he was doing. While he licked at Sheen's lower legs, the dingo thought back to his memories of the raccoon. When his lips touched the coon's ankles, Roy hesitated for a moment...but only for a moment. He kicked his head back, and gulped the feet down. His fingers followed the final hump as it slid down his esophagus, before disappearing at his chest. He ran his paws up and down his bulging belly, happy to be filled with a living, squirming meal once more.
"I know you can't hear me, but thanks for being a great friend, a great fuck, and a great meal," Roy said cheerily to his wiggling gut. He licked his lips, which still had some of the raccoon's flavor on them. A buildup of gas pressed at his maw, and the dingo let out a belch that rocked the couch. He took a sniff of the air, and could smell Sheen - with a hint of mocha latte.
Roy spent a few more minutes finishing up. He worked off another load, which Sheen's final tussling helped to elevate, before finishing off his drink. He waited until all the movements in his belly had ceased and the only sounds it made were gurgles while it churned the meal inside. After somehow managing to zip up his pants - though he could not fasten the button at all - the dingo turned off the music and headed for the door. He used the key and stepped out into the hall.
Just as he stepped out, he nearly ran into a couple of guys as they were passing by. They stopped and looked at him curiously, to which Roy looked at them nervously. It was a bunny and a fox, and in the fox's grasp was a small keychain with a room key. Roy let go of his nervousness, smiled at them both, and then gave the fox a pat on the shoulder. He left them to stare, and then waddled towards the stairs. His gut jiggled with each step he took, and he gave one more belch halfway down the flight of stairs.
And so the tales and whispers of the locked rooms remain. Whenever the average passerby stops in for a drink, they almost always can expect to see someone leaving the building with a massive gut, loose trousers, and a big satisfied grin on their faces. This is why the true name of the establishment is:
The Carnivore Coffee Shop
THE END