Part 2: Special Dinner
Feeling the warm, soft form of the Wolf Panthress at his side Fox felt himself to be the luckiest man alive, sure he was going to be broke for a week when he got back home, and that his big break had been rained out leaving him with an eight hour drive home. But here he was in a beautiful hotel with its owner, an even more beautiful woman, offering him free board and dinner for the night and the next day and at this moment was escorting him to her personal room for the houses midnight snack special. The thought of the meal made his gut growl, a dull ache that reminded him of how little he'd eaten not just that day but the days previous, money was tight for him which meant his diet (not to mention his belt) were getting tighter. He tilted his head to the side, resting it on her shoulder which much to his delight got a purr and a giggle from her.
Fiera casually ran her hand over his arm as she hugged it right against her front. "Don't fall asleep yet Fox, you'll not be able to enjoy the meal otherwise." This got him to perk his head right up, ears perked and alert and his long brush like tail wagging in long, slow swings.
The pair went up the main stairway then through the winding corridors, Fiera answering any questions about the various pieces of art, sculpture, weapons and armor that made the hotel feel more like a museum than a place to stay. These things became less common but much nicer as they went up a second, smaller stairway, then a third soon after. Fox recalled what he saw of the house from the outside and this must be the top floor excluding what had to be the attic, yes he was sure of it, and that they were pretty deep within the house now "Jesus, this place is huge." He couldn't help but comment.
Fiera simply nodded and chuckled in that soft and cute way she always did. "Yes it is Fox, it needs to be." Before Fox had chance to ask about the strange comment she had made they got to the gold and bronze patterned doors of the Master bedroom, once again the pattern revolved around Roses and tulips though this time a new symbol was there, an equal sided cross in the centre with the flowers looping round it. "Welcome to the Wolfs den Fox." Fiera said just as she opened those heavy doors surprisingly easily.
"Holy Mother of all extravagance!" Fox's inner voice cried out, this was translated to his lips as a half muted "Wow", his breath having been taken away by the sheer majesty of this room. It was a good forty feet wide and another fifty long, not taking into account the white marble archway tucked into the far right corner which judging from the sheer whiteness of it was a kitchen and to the far left was a closed door set within another white archway with a stylish (if not slightly over enthusiastic) plaque above it which read "Bathroom". Fox would bet his last pound that there was a lot more than just a bath in that room if the rest of this place was anything to go by. As his gaze drifted round the room his head had to tilt all the way up to see the ceiling, which was a lot higher than he thought it would be because the room had been made to encompass part of the attic as well so the ceiling was part of the roof making it at a guess for times taller than he was. There were three skylights all black and showing the stars above, each dome shaped and arranged to form a triangle. At the centre of this triangle hung a chandelier as grand as the one in the foyer, its hundreds of naturally coloured crystals cut to the shape of prisms sent rays of multicoloured light round the room, tinting the predominant whiteness of the light. Fox turned his attentions to the rest of the room before he got a crick in his neck and went colour blind from all the light. Each wall was alabaster white and had a dozen huge mirrors on them in elaborate frames, some were held up by single or paired statues of angels, knights, a Saint and a Demon. The left wall housed a roaring fireplace which with a turn of a dial had died down to a pleasant crackling one, housed in black marble laced with green veins, sporting a lions head at its centre. Opposite it was a simple four seater dining table set out with white linen tablecloth and silverware and china crockery. The crowning glory to the room though was the four poster bed set between the two doors at the end, looking like an elephant could comfortably sleep in it.
Seeing his reaction to all this splendor Fiera kindly closed his jaw for the second time this evening and escorted him to one of the long sofas near the centre of the room between the bed and dining table. "Why don't you relax here Fox and I'll get us some drinks and get the special dinner set up okay?" She turned to the kitchen and left as the quite stunned Fox simply nodded and took a seat, taking a few moments to get past his sense of awe.
So there he was, sat there, idly drumming out a random beat on his legs, humming a little ditty and admiring his opulent surroundings. "I should lose my big breaks more often if they turn out like this." He said so himself, rather amused at the irony of one of his first and worst put downs has lead to one of the best times of his life. It wasn't long until Fiera joined him again, holding a wide silver tray that sported some tall cylindrical glasses seeming to be full of lemonade, ice with lime on the side but Fox knew a Gin and Tonic when he saw one. Beside it on a separate plate with a silver dome over it was his dinner or so he guessed. Fiera with her smile as bright as ever sat beside him and set the tray down, taking her glass and passing him his and they made a toast.
"To your music career, may it be as grand as your talent deserves." Fiera stated as her glass clinked to his.
The toast that the femme had made to him made Fox blush but he clinked his glass to hers and took a sip of the sweet and very refreshing Gin and Tonic. "And to you and your impeccable looks, I mean hospitality." Failing to cover the Freudian slip he just suffered he couldn't hide the blush on his cheeks either, but both just made Fiera laugh softly and she bowed her head to him.
"Well I thank you for the compliment Fox, but I reckon I've stalled you long enough, want to
eat?". With that Fiera lifted the dome from the plate and Fox's stomach growled, he was so ready for this, this....napkin?!
He wasn't wrong, under that dome was just a huge napkin, a very nice napkin but a napkin none the less. Fox looked to Fiera, a look of total confusion on his face, he was wondering if this was a joke of sorts, seemed like Fiera to do something like that. "So um...where's the food? All I see is a napkin." Fiera just looked at him like he were a child who had just asked an amusing question, reaching for the napkin and carefully tyeing it round her neck so the majority of it covered her chest.
"Well you see Fox." She began, finishing the knot of the napkin and setting her paws on her legs. "The special dinner here, if I'm going to be perfectly honest with you is in fact you." Her grin now was edged with the sharp, feral touch of a predator looking at their prey letting them know that they were not going to get away and this was just play time.
Fox of course just laughed as if this were all some huge joke, her eat him? Oh come on! She was Fiera, the lovely, smart and beautiful girl that had made him laugh so hard his gut hurt when she told him the joke about the two nuns and their collection of prized cucumbers. Hitting his thigh he just laughed then his laugh fell away as she kept that look on her face, that glint in her mismatched eyes, those pits of blue and black piercing straight through him. "Come on Fiera enough of the jokes, I'm really hungry here."
"Oh so am I." Fiera replied then ran her paws through her hair to get it nice and loose, those crimson locks falling over her shoulders like a wave of blood red silk. "You may notice that everything here is big, the bed is huge and the ceiling you can't reach with a ladder. There's a very good reason for this and it's a reason I won't bother explain to you, why? Because mother said never to play with my food." That laugh of hers was now almost sinister, like that of someone who's sense of humor had taken a sudden hundred and eighty degree turn to everyone else. Fiera then rose from her seat and looked down to her handsome Foxy prey item and snapped her fingers high above her head, a swirl of her paw making a faint purple haze gather round it, the haze was also round Fox's head but he couldn't see it.
To Fox's eyes Fiera had just stood up and curled her paw through the air and suddenly his senses felt dulled, like his brain was wrapped in cotton wool. He had to blink and refocus his attentions before it passed and there was Fiera stood in front of him, napkin round her neck and paws on her hips. Wait wasn't one paw in the air? No it was quite clearly at her side...how come he hadn't seen it move? Bah might be the drink, he hadn't eaten all day so it must be hitting him harder than he thought. Yeah that's it, he is a bit of a lightweight or so he thought, that's got to be it. So he just smiled and resumed adoring Fiera with his eyes, the world was a happy place and he didn't feel hungry anymore, "Well that's good" he sighed within his head. Fiera then seemed to lean down and kiss his cheek, that made his heart race, the feel of her lips, the smell of her fur so close to his nose, the chance to have glanced down her dress as she bent forwards to kiss him. A soft rumbling murr rose from his chest as she kissed his cheek, her dainty paws holding his shoulders so gently yet also firmly, it was hard to tell. "You're wonderful Fiera, I really must pay you back for all this kindness." He said, his voice soft and drifting in tone like he were half asleep.
Fiera nodded to him, her smirk perking at the corners of her lips as she ran a paw from his shoulder, along his collar, up his neck and stopping at his chin. Her lips moved to his ear so he could hear that warm, soft whisper, her voice so intoxicatingly beautiful. "You're already paying me back Fox, with your company. Now be a good boy and stand up straight for me." As he rose to his feet, the action coming straight from the command without going to his brain first, she stood back and snapped her fingers high above her head again. Fox in his state of happy bemusement just watched her as she started to grow to six foot, seven, eight, ten, twelve, fifteen, eighteen, twenty? She was nearly as tall as the room, now the huge bed made sense but he wasn't in the state to think of such petty details. The now gigantic Fiera sat herself down on her bed and reclined, stretching herself out, enjoying the bed then as casually as one would pick up a penny they dropped she lent forwards and plucked Fox off the floor. "Mmm, I did say that I could just eat you all up Fox, I bet you didn't think I meant that literally."
Hanging by the scruff of his neck a bit of sense came to Fox now and his eyes went wide and he whimpered, wanting to struggle but he knew that if he did he'd either fall or anger her and get crushed, both not being much fun. He gazed over this huge femme, her paws were as wide as he was tall, her muzzle if stretched was big enough to stand in and then he noticed her teeth. "Jesus! They're like my legs!" He thought and then he started to struggle but a quick shake by her rattled him enough to make him stop. "Now now little morsel don't struggle against the inevitable." His mind swam and he wanted to fight back, to run away but he was surprised when he found himself murring, he knew he liked stories about macros and vore but come on that was just fantasy! He was in danger of losing his life here and should fucking do something about it! But such thoughts fell on deaf ears, his arms weighed as much as lead and he just whimpered pathetically amongst his murrs, that being the best defense he was managing at the minute. Without struggle from her prey Fiera dangle the helpless Fox over her muzzle and studied him. A good height at about six two she thought, nice hazel brown hair, lush red fur with white underbelly and that bushy tail, he certainly was a cutey but to her he was the most handsome appetiser she had ever seen. The thought of appetiser made her lick her lips and teeth.
"Oh God!" Fox yelped inside his head as he watched the display by Fieras maw as that thick meaty tongue lashed over her lips, coating them with thick drool that clung from tooth to tooth. Her breath warm like a summer wind washed over him, scented with mint and the lime of the gin she had been toasted with him. He couldn't help but stare past those leg sized canines and down her gullet, deep crimson flesh coated with saliva and at the back was the rippling muscle of her esophagus, clenching as she swallowed, readying to drag him down to what he knew was a hot and cramped acidy end. At the thought of being digested he got a second wind and thrashed his limbs about, trying to wrench free of her grip which he successfully did! "I'm free! Hurr-arrrrgggh!" His internal cheer turned to a scream as he realised he hadn't escaped, he'd been dropped! The only thing there to catch him was that gaping maw of doom. So his thrashing was in vain unless it'd allow him to fly, well there was a first time for everything but this was going to be the first, and last, time he'd be eaten alive rather than his first escape from it. That maw filled Fox's world when Fiera snapped her jaws shut and trapped him inside, her tongue rough like a felines pushed him against the roof of her mouth and started to lick all over him, coating him in her drool.
In this fleshy prison Fox could do nothing but cry out and try wrestle with the vastly stronger tongue, gripping at the step like ridges of her tongue which gave it the rough texture it had. Fiera simply murred in delight as she worked her tongue over him, his taste was earthy and she could already feel her stomach growl and open, wanting her to end this and swallow but she held off that desire for the mean time. Leveling her head out she opened her jaws and used her tongue to push Fox from side to side, against her teeth as she made him roll about inside her maw, giggling at the thought of scaring him. Scare him she did as when he felt the hard rock like teeth under his back he cried out, screamed in fact. If she bit down she'd crush him! "Oh please don't let me go like that!" He prayed, images of blood and pain and gnashing teeth going through his head but he hadn't felt anything yet. The ride was rough and that musky drool coated every bit of him, soaked his fur making him feel twice as heavy but other than that he was intact, maybe she was just gonna spit him out and he'd be fine! Nope he thought just as he felt himself slide down her tongue and the back of her throat clenched and gripped his legs. He scrabbled at the tongue barbs and teeth, trying to get a grip, some kind of hold that'd save him, all the while crying "Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT!" But with one gulp the muscles opened then with a pull far stronger than him, dragged him down and he was suddenly hugged from all around by the hot, wet throat muscle. She had to gulp a few times to get him down, every inch was torturous, it was so cramped and he could smell acid below. "Oh please don't let it end this way!" He cried but it was muffled and he nearly gagged on the drool that fell into his open maw. With the contractions of her throat nearly crushing him each time they pushed he was a little relieved when he fell into the cavernous stomach, well it wasn't huge but at least he had some space here.
He had dreamed of what stomachs were like on the inside, warm, velvety flesh, wet but comforting, rather than the acid filled death sacks they were. And he was amazed to find that his dreams were right. All around him there was soft muscle and he could have enough light all a very dark red which allowed him to see the pulsing organ round him, clutching onto him as her heart beat. "Well this is it I supposed." His stress had suddenly fallen away, and he just curled up and wanted to sleep. "Can't be all that bad I suppose, it's warm and soft at least....oh well, it was fun to know ya Fiera." He talked to himself, a habit of his but oh well old habits die with ya he supposed. And in this place of warmth and wetness, the musky scent of saliva and other fluids filling his senses, Fox Amoore drifted off to sleep, no longer afraid and in fact rather happy that he was so liked by Fiera that she had wanted to be with him in every way. How had she known he liked this sort of stuff?...
...The dream then took on a third person perspective, Fox saw himself curled up in that ball of pulsing flesh, slowly yet almost poetically turning to an orange blob with steadily vanished, then his consciousness blanked out and he died. Only to sit bolt upright in his bed, he was in a cold sweat, his room was stuffy and hot and wait...yes he was in his hotel room, at Fieras. What the fuck had happened!
Fox fell back into his soft, stuffy bed, wondering many things, why in summer had he wrapped himself up in so many blankets, when had he gone to bed? Was he that tired last night he'd simply showered and collapsed into bed without remembering? Had the dream been real? Was he still dreaming? Well that one was easy to answer, he just pinched himself and yelped. Yup he wasn't dreaming now. And why could he smell kippers? Wait a sec...Fieras, hotel, got room, paid for breakfast, BREAKFAST! He leapt out of bed, all this thought of being eaten had actually made him really hungry. He bolted from his room, got down the corridor, froze and looked down. "Shit!" He ran back to his room and got dressed, best not disgrace himself by turning up to breakfast in the buff. Once dressed he went downstairs and he went to the dining hall, there was Saleen pouring out some tea and smiling to him, waving him into the room and helping him sit to the huge plate before him laden with every English breakfast treat he could think of; bacon, sausage, kippers, scrambled eggs, toast, fried bread, black pudding, kidney...okay the kidney he'd leave but the rest was as good as vored. With that thought he chuckled and started to wolf down his breakfast.
In the corner of the room was Fiera, watching her guest and chuckling softly to herself. "Another satisfied customer it would seem...enjoy your meal Fox....you made a very fine one yourself."
The End.