FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

CONTENT WARNING: Dub-Consensual oral vore, public nudity, public sexual content, implied digestion, implied perma

"Welcome to Parfait's Cafe! I'm Parfait and I'll be your server today!" The cabbit's bright white fur and bright pink dress matched the candy-like decor of the cafe they worked for. William honestly thought he was brought into a Sweet-Shop with booths before he was handed a menu. His date, Reynart, assured him this was the best place where he got simply the best dishes. Considering the ample belly the jazzercise horse sported, it was hard to argue. "And welcome back, Reyn! You're looking exceptionally bright today! Did you re-dye your mane?" Parfait asked. Their demeanor was bright, bubbly, and almost tooth-achingly sweet, or perhaps that was the swirl of whipped cream adorning their uniform hat. It looked almost real.

"You got me! Fresh dye just the other day. I wanted to look good for my date here," Reyn said. The massive 7-foot tall, storm-grey horse sported a large mane pulled over one shoulder in a pony-tail, with sequential patches of cotton-candy pink and sky-blue hair dye. It matched his current pastel pink muscle shirt and pale blue daisy-duke shorts. He gave Will a wink that made the wolf's heart flutter.

"And isn't he a delicious looking boy!" They turned to will and gave a knowing wink, "So I assume the same as usual for you?" Parfait asked.

"And an Extra Creamy Hot Chocolate. I love how you make 'em," Reyn said. His shoulders were forward and his fists in his lap, like a girl asking daddy for her allowance.

"Two tasty treats coming right up!"

William raised his paw to order for himself, but the cabbit simply bounced away without another word. "Rude," the red-wolf mumbled.

"Don't worry, I ordered for the both of us. Once they're back, I can show you why this place is so great!" Reyn's eyes lit up with excitement. Will couldn't help but chuckle.

"Heh, okay. I trust you. You could have mentioned that your 'usual' order was for both of us."

"Now, now. If I did that, I'd ruin the surprise!" Reynart's muzzle split into a wide, flat-toothed grin. Will couldn't resist the silly horse, and seeing him so happy just made the morning even better.

"Alright, alright! You big goofball," Will said. "Does this mean you bring dates here often?"

Reyn blushed, matching his shirt. "A-heh, yeah. Sometimes I come here on my own. I really like the staff, and they have some unbelievable specials that, well, you'll see." The horse winked.

It was easy to see what attracted him. Reynart was a Jazzercise instructor and personal coach by trade. He loved the bubbly 80's rock music, the bright colours, the fun, even goofy movements. This whole diner was like it was taken right out of the 80's and had its sugar-saturation turned up a notch.

They spoke for a little while, talking about Will's job, discussing Reyn's newest students. Will tried to make plans for next week, there was movie he wanted them to see, but the ever in-the-present stallion was determined not to think too hard about that.

Before long, Parfait returned with a bag and a single stein of hot chocolate. They placed the hot chocolate on the table daintily, then lowered the serving platter to hold in front of them.

"Umm," Will looked at the hot chocolate, then the bag. "Where's the food? Is that literally just a bag of candy?"

"Oh, no-no-no!" Parfait said, waggling their finger. They put the platter on the ground and began rummaging through the bag.

"So," Reyn said. A sheepish smile was stuck on his muzzle. "When I said I ordered for both of us, I didn't exactly mean I ordered food for both of us."

"What did you order?" Will asked. He was getting a little annoyed. That was when the cute cabbit brought out a large series of straps and ties and laid them on the table.

"The Bring Your Own Special for one, and one Extra Creamy Hot Chocolate!" Parfait declared. "The Bring Your Own Special is a unique dish where the diner brings their own guest to be tied up and fucked into their muzzle! The Extra Creamy Hot Chocolate is a cup of hot chocolate with the addition of some jizz from one of the Diners. I have a guess who you've selected, Reyn?" Parfait winked at the horse who nodded his head at Will.

"Wait, what? I don't understand. Reynart, what's going on?" Will looked to the horse for support, guidance, an explanation. What he saw was a thick, pink tongue slowly drag its way across those black lips and his heavy fingers drumming on that taught, empty tum.

"What's going on is Parfait here is going to undress you, then tie you up with those straps. He's going to jerk your cock so you spurt into that hot chocolate there, then he's going to ram you into my mouth. I'm going to eat you." The words were so matter of fact; they were impossible to refute. They weren't just a suggestion; they were a statement of the world.

"E-eat me?" Will asked. Parfait had come around and was gently coaxing the wolf out of his dress shirt. He stopped when Will pulled back. "Wait, undress me here? In this diner? I-Isn't that- isn't any of this illegal?"

Parfait gave a picture-perfect grin. "Here at Parfait's Cafe, we provide diners with a wide variety of services to fulfill their delectable desires!" They said. "Which includes first-class service in helping diners into other diners. Reyn here is a regular, he's eaten more wolves than anyone else I know. Those straps are actually the ones we've used the last few times!"

"W-wolves?" Will said. He shuddered but also couldn't help blush. Did Reynart want to date him just to taste him?

Reynart nodded. "Wolves. I wasn't lying when I said I've had the best tasting meals here. You tasty wolf boys are absolutely delicious. I've eaten a lot of people, but nothing hits the spot quite like a delicious, cream filled wolf."

The way Reynart spoke about wolves unlocked something in William. This carnal craving the horse had, he needed Will. He needed will inside of him. The wolf's eyes drifted to that round belly, barely kept in by that taught muscle shirt. There was a dominant air surrounding it, something that called to him. Maybe it was just that Reynart was a sweetheart and Will wanted to make him happy. Maybe it was how horny he was at the idea of being stripped naked in front of all the diners. Maybe it was him being stupid.

"Is it safe?" Will asked.

"If I let you out, you'd be unharmed," Reynart said.

"Would you?"

"No." Reynart's tongue dragged across his lips again. A drip of drool splattered on the table. "I won't eat you if you say you don't want to. But once you're in me, you're mine. Forever. I get to keep you, to hold you close, to feel you melt away and become a part of me." For effect, he gave his gut a smack, which sounded like the banging of some massive drum. "You will be my delicious little wolf."

Oh god, Will thought. His cock was beginning to fill out his sheath and his heart fluttered with- was it terror? Panic? Excitement? William honestly couldn't tell. Some sort of electricity was running through him. He should say no, a part of his brain said. The smart part, no doubt. But the rest of him wasn't so sure. Would it be so bad? Could he say no to such a request? Had he been drugged? He hadn't eaten anything so far, much to his own stomach's chagrin. Thinking of his stomach reminded him of the massive one Reynart sported, and how sweet the hoss was, and how he was going to be eaten by him.

"So?" Reynart asked.

"F-fuck it," Will said. "Eat me."

As if it knew what was coming, that hoss belly rumbled and gurgled in anticipation. Parfait immediately returned to helping Will out of his clothes. The wolf shivered as more and more of his rusty fur was exposed to the fresh air. He wasn't so concerned about showing off his chest and belly, despite its light pudge. Showing off a torso was normal for people. It was when Parfait deftly undid his pants button and tugged them down that Will's ears flicked back in embarrassment. His rump was perfectly exposed, and the sudden cool breeze made his thickening cock throb. His hands instinctively came down to cover himself up and he could feel thousands of eyes on him.

"There's no need to be concerned!" Parfait said, gently tugging his hands away. "Your dick is lovely, and is hardly the weirdest thing anyone will see this morning."

"Plus, we're in a booth at the back and there's barely anyone here," Reynart added. Sure enough, when Will looked about the diner, there was hardly anyone there. Most of the diners were in their own worlds, eating eggs or cake. One eagle a few seats away was eyeing William up, but was making no effort to do anything about the situation. This made him feel a bit more confident. In fact, he almost wishes more people were watching. Almost.

A smack on the table-top jolted William out of his thoughts. "On the table please!" Parfait asked. Dutifully, Will climbed and kneeled onto the table top. For once he was eye-level with his date. That hungering gaze in his eyes was ever present, ever needy. Reyn could hardly wait to have his meal. As Parfait was pulling Will's arms back to tie them together, Reyn leaned in and sniffed Will's scent. A warm rumble rose from Reyn's chest.

"Delectable. You will be so delicious, Will. I'm going to love digesting you." There wasn't a hint of malice in those words. Just desire, love, and hunger. Parfait wrapped the leather bands around his arms and chest, keeping him tight and unable to really squirm. Reyn licked his lips and rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

That was when the cabbit came up behind Will and pressed their cock beneath his tail. He was immediately distracted from that when a sudden warmth rose up beneath his cock.

"Reyn can get a little impatient when he's hungry, so let's shoot two loads with one bone, okay?" The cabbit's voice had taken on a somewhat more sinister quality. It was still sweet and subtle, but there was a deeper, dominant tone in there that Will was finding hard to argue against. The sensation of the cabbit's hand around his cock, and the cabbit's cock sliding in under his tail made it further difficult to argue. Will whimpered as the length pressed in.

Parfait, being a world class chef, server, and dining entrepreneur, was very skilled at pleasing customers. They timed their thrusts with stroking Will's cock. It made the sensation feel like it was going directly through the wolf's rump, into the prostate, and down and out through his dick. His balls throbbed with need and his cock pulsed with each deeper push into him.

Suddenly, Will's vision was filled with his date's spreading, engulfing maw. Reyn's muzzle opened wide, showing off the broad, flat teeth, that thick, pink tongue, and the smooth, mottled, and drool-soaked flesh going down into the darkness of the horse's throat. A waft of hot breath washed over Will's face when Reyn breathed. His cock only got harder from the view. Reyn brought his muzzle forward and, with an all engulfing "Homph", closed his lips around his meal's face. That heavy tongue slurped over Will's muzzle. Each swipe left another coating of thick drool to soak into his fur. Each new area Reyn tasted, a heavy, rumbling moan emanated from his chest and simply invaded Will's body. There was no doubting how delicious he was.

There was no light in Reynart's maw, as those lips sealed around his head. Only darkness, heat, drool, and a schluking, slurping sound of flesh. The sound was so loud, he couldn't hear anything except the horse. Just his date, those pleased moans, and a heavy heartbeat. The electricity coursing through him was upped by a thousand. His body tensed and twitched, his muscles tightened, and his cock, which had never been harder, throbbed and let loose a torrent of cream before him. He whimpered and yelped into that abyssal throat that tugged at his nose. His body spasmed for a good minute or two. At one point he registered that his balls had fallen into the hot chocolate, but he barely felt the heat.

After a moment, the energy passed, and William began to sink into the afterglow.

But the meal was only just beginning. Will could tell someone shifted the hot chocolate out of the way as the hot warmth it provided was replaced with cold, fresh air on his dick. Parfait thrust harder into his backside, eager to give him his cream filling. When Reyn lunged forward with the first swallow, sealing his muzzle in that throat, his dick throbbed and was instantly hard again.

Hands grabbed at Will's body. The wolf shuddered and moaned at each new sensation. Reyn's bigger, heavier hands were grabbing his arms and sides, like one would hold a sandwich, eager to fill his muzzle with more wolf. Parfait's daintier hands were holding his hips, keeping that rump squarely in place so the cabbit could continue filling it with inches of thick cock. Will tried to relax and just let it happen. His body, still an instinctive betrayer, twitched and shuddered as he was swallowed down whole.

Reyn was ravenous as he dined on his date. Every new inch of un-drenched fur was a thousand delicious flavours and textures all exploding in his mouth. His own cock was growing hard and testing the durability of those daisy dukes. William had been a nice enough partner, but his rough, furry texture, and those earthy, umami flavours were out of this world. This tongue slurped with eager excitement over every inch of the man's chest and belly as each swallow and thrust sent him deeper. It was a constant fight with his stomach, who demanded more of Will to fill its void, and his tastebuds that just wanted to soak in the delicious flavours. The battle was always, ultimately, won by his stomach.

With a grunt and a whine, Parfait grumbled, "H-here comes the cream." A few more slams of their cock and balls against Will's disappearing backside and the cabbit's cock throbbed and pulsed as the wolf was filled with thick, sweet, creamy jizz. Parfait thought it was adorable when William's tail lazily wagged. Then they noticed how far Reyn had gotten into his meal, and that ever devious tongue slipping beneath his scrotum. Not wanting to be a side dish, Parfait pulled out their dick, a last splatter of cum painted Will's rump and their tip was briefly slurped at by the hoss, cleaning them off.

With their job done and the wolf nearly ingested, Parfait climbed off the table, stuffed their thick, wet cock into their panties under their dress, and grabbed the serving platter. "I will leave you to enjoy your meal, sir!" they said, and bounced off.

Reyn leaned back in his seat and tilted his head up. William's rump and legs were kicking in the air, not certain what was happening. With a few rolling gulps, they too started sinking into Reyn's gullet, slowly, but surely disappearing from view of any onlooking diner. Each swallow brought with it the final delicious flavours of Will's creamy backside, musky crotch, tender thighs, and finally musky feet. That tongue curled around Will's toes, slurping between each one to get every last inch of flavour, and then tucked them into his lips.

William was no more. Now there was only a large, bouncing, squirming gut full of a delicious breakfast. Reynart rubbed over his stomach. His tongue swiped over his lips for the last ghosts of taste before he recalled the hot chocolate, which was now the perfect temperature. The hoss brought it to his nose. The scent was unmistakable; Sweet, rich, floral, with a thick topping of wolf cream and its own musky, William flavour. Of course, the wolf mostly missed the cup and hit the table and Reyn's shirt, but there was enough.

Throwing back his head, Reyn gulped down the entire mug of hot chocolate in only a few swallows. The thick drink spilled all over his stomach's occupant, soaking them in the chocolate and jizz. This prompted more squirms and shifts from the wolf, who was very stuck in a curled up, upside-down position due to the straps. His stomach would handle that.

Parfait returned with excellent timing. They took the mug just as Reyn swiped some of the jizz off the table and stuck it into his mouth.

"Was there anything else I could get for you today?" Parfait asked with a smile.

"Mmmm, add a personal dish to my bill, please. I was going to bring Will home to jerk off to, but I'm feeling too horny to make it that far."

Parfait tallied up the bill and placed it on the table. "Consider it on the house, Reynart! I hope you'll dine with us again!" Before Reyn could even unzip is straining, creaking denim, Parfait was gone again to help some other diners.

With the wolf safely tucked into his gut, a hand on his stomach, and another on his cock now exposed to the world, Reyn chuckled. He was going to leave the cabbit with a hell of a messy tip.