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Foxed Out of a Meal

by Declan Xavier

I checked the Gurglr app once more. Address checked out, GPS told me I was where I needed to be. I snapped a photo of the front door and sent it to my match with the text 'this you?' Then I waited. And waited. A few seconds later my phone chimed, confirming it. I asked the match to snap a photo of me, just to make sure. There was always a chance of getting pranked. It hadn't happened to me, but there were rumors. People-who-heard-of-other-people kind of stuff.

My phone chimed again, and this time it was a photo of me, standing on the sidewalk, checking my phone, all from the correct angle. The white stick in my lips rolled from one side to the other, the hard candy clacking against my teeth as it moved. Turning my phone to silent, I slipped it back into my jeans pocket and headed up the small stoop to the door.

It opened for me before I could even knock, and the fox on the other side of the door ushered me in. I only knew him by his handle - Renard - which, being French for 'fox' was as helpful as if I had called myself 'Loup.' I guess the handle of Garou-g-band probably wasn't a whole lot better though, come to think of it. Ah well, too late to change it.

The app helped connect predators to prey. It was kind of like a dating app, but only for people with _very_specific interests. Security was tight, you had to go through all of these hoops to prove that you were ok with anything that may happen to you whenever you used the app, yadda yadda yadda. As inconvenient as it was, I was glad to have it. Getting me to meet guys like Renard safely was something I wouldn't even have considered a possibility ten years ago.

He escorted me into the living room after closing the door and locking it behind him. For some, that would have been a red flag, but for me, it just meant no one was going to barge in on us.

"You expecting anyone else?" I asked. Sometimes the prey liked to chat, other times it was just down to business.

Renard shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "Just habit, I guess." He wrung his paws together a bit. He looked nervous. It was kind of cute, and I could already feel my heartbeat start to quicken. I could always unlock the door after we were done and I was on my way.

The room was nice. Small, not a lot of art on the walls or stuff that would clue me into Renard's personality. Honestly, this could have been one of those 'rent-someone-else's-place-for-the-weekend' kind of deals and I never would have known. I did see a camera on a tripod, pointing towards the sofa. I guess Renard had recorded some kind of last message. Sometimes prey did that. I would watch it back before leaving, just to make sure that there wasn't anything incriminating. There were strict policies against that on Gurglr, but I mean, come on, the prey wasn't going to be around to be punished if they broke it.

Stepping between me and the camera, Renard attracted my attention. Literally, he put a finger up to my jaw and traced it with his claw until it left my chin. I couldn't tell if he was excited for this, or just admiring the tool? Either way, my focus was entirely on him.

He was kind of cute, for a fox. Bright blue eyes sat in a face of bright orange and white fur with those little black smudge marks that I heard one vulpine refer to as 'war paint.' He was only a few inches shorter than I was, but I outweighed him by about fifty pounds. Probably due to my workout schedule and 'protein rich' diet. He smelled clean, like he had freshly showered, though I couldn't pick the scent of his shampoo. I wasn't about to go rooting around his place once we were done, that was just uncool.

Renard didn't say another word as he started to undress, first pulling off the baggy T-shirt that covered his torso. Under it, he was lean, but not terribly so. I never asked my Gurglr matches why they called me up, but I also couldn't stop the curiosity, the little questions in my brain that made me wonder why our paths crossed. Sometimes we got called if someone was sick, but that didn't seem to be the case here. Deciding that my time was better spent eyeing up my prey, I refocused on his body. After all, you eat with your eyes first.

His fur was thick, possibly from the fresh shower, but was otherwise unremarkable. Orange fur covered his body except for his white belly and neck, and a pair of brown 'gloves,' fairly standard fox. I did catch a glimpse of a pair of pick nipples standing out from the sea of white. Was he...excited? Ah well, took all kinds. I mean, _I_was excited, of course, and I licked my lips whenever his eyes looked away.

As he started on his pants, I also started to strip. My belly was gonna get big, and I didn't want to stretch out my shirt or ruin my pants. I was a little more enthusiastic about it, both being the pred and because I had more to show. I was going to win any bodybuilding competitions, but I'd been asked if I had worked in construction or was a dancer or something. I took advantage of my office's gym every day, and watched what and who I ate.

We both finished disrobing at the same time, me with my speed and him with his head start, and stood in his living room - two males about to experience something thrilling. For him, it was a kind of virginity that I was taking. For me, it was a completely different kind of thrill. Stepping closer to him, I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to be a little bit comforting.

"You ready?" I asked. He simply nodded, but then bit his lip. Fuck, it was cute. Maybe in another life...

My thoughts there were interrupted by a question. "Could you...um...I don't know how to ask this, but um...is there anyway you could give me a 'happy ending?'"

I looked down. The tip of his cock, bright red, was already poking out of the white furry sheath. Maybe it was the sight of my body, maybe it was the thought of being consumed. Who was I to judge? A little angel lust never hurt anybody.

"Sure," I said softly, with a smile. Not a predatory one, at least I tried not to give him my best 'wolf in the forest' look, but what I hoped was a comforting one. I reached down between his legs, wrapping my paw around the tube and thumbing the little red buzzer. His lips started to move in the direction of kissing me, but I didn't reciprocate. I never kiss my prey.

Instead I gave his shaft a quick, hard jerk, and his lips parted in a moan. I could feel the blood rushing to my own sheath, filling it out and starting to push my cock out to meet with his. The smell of our arousal tickled my nose as I started to move my paw up and down the length, thumb pad rubbing the tip every time I got close to it. More of his cock slipped out, and I weighed it up as I prepared for the next part.

Opening my jaws wide, I pumped his cock a little bit harder. It wasn't as big as mine, but for a fox it was pretty hefty. I never dated males, only ate them, but this wasn't an uncommon request. For a 'straight' guy, I touched a lot of dick, and this one...this one was ok. He leaned his head in, and my tongue rolled between his ears. He tasted clean, and fresh, a little soapy. I kind of lamented not having the natural oils on his fur to taste, but as soon as my tongue hit prey, I wasn't about to be able to stop for the days it would take to recover.

I was drooling a lot as the lollipop fell from my mouth. I found that sucking on candy beforehand 'lubed me up' as it were, making the whole thing easier. It also imparted a sweet, cherry flavor (I always picked cherry) onto my prey. I opened my jaw wider before pulling back. "Muzzle first," I instructed. At least he was going in shoulder first, that made things easier, but sometimes prey didn't want to see my throat as it engulfed them. This wasn't to be mean to him, my cheeks could take his shoulders, but he needed to be muzzle first.

He twisted his head around to comply, sniffling a bit at the cherry scent that lingered on my breath as I pushed my muzzle down over his head. I could feel his ears slide back onto his skull as my nose reached them. At the same time, I felt him buck into my paw, anxious for release down there. I ran my thumb against the slit again, feeling a thick gel that would help me jack him off properly.

But then my paw didn't move. It felt like my thumb was stuck in something, something warm and suckling, like a mouth. Did I just put my thumb into his cockhole? Was that even possible, or comfortable? I tried pulling it out, but instead of going out, I felt something tug harder. My other paw, which had been moving up under Renard's armpit to start feeding him into my maw, went down to try and dislodge my right paw from whatever it had gotten stuck in. Maybe his sheath? I figured that made more sense.

Just as his nose started to tickle the back of my throat, I felt another sharp tug on my paws. My...paws?! I pulled my head back as far as it would go, pulled Renard's head free of my muzzle. There was only a moment that I could appreciate the fox standing there, head dripping with my drool, a smile plastered on his face. My eyes immediately fell to his shaft, which currently had half of my left paw and my right paw up to the wrist inside of it. Inside of it?!

I tugged again, but the grip of his cock was like a pair of handcuffs. Worse, as my body rocked back from the motion, my left paw sunk in deeper. My paws were coated in the precum that was flowing out from around them, and I could find any purchase to try and leverage my way out. Renard let out a little moan of pleasure, as apparently I was giving him a paw job from the inside, my fingers scrambling to find any part of the consuming tunnel that would catch.

I tried pulling again, my wrists feeling that they were about to separate from my body with the strain. I was going to be ok with that if I meant I could be free of the monster cock that was slowly working its way up my wrists. In what seemed like no time at all, both of my forearms were sucked into the slit. An idea struck me, and I started pulling my hands apart, trying to either slow the progress or at least cause him enough discomfort to let me go. Just as I started pulling, however, I heard a beep from above me.

Looking up, I saw Renard with the video camera up to his eye, a 'wolf in the forest' smile on his face. "Say cheese," he said, and that momentary distraction was enough. I felt another violent tug, and suddenly I was on my knees, up to my biceps in his cock. The smell was intense, the gel becoming a puddle on the floor between his feet and my knees. I could see the outline of my arms though the red skin of his cock, which had bulged like a python to take me in.

Take me in, that was what he was doing. I was going to be consumed by this thing, and with that thought, my struggling ceased. I sighed, knowing that I had done this to a lot of people. Still, they had all been willing, but it was our place in the world. Like the ads said: "Some are consumers, some are the consumed."

If this was how I was going to go out, might as well try some new stuff, I figured. Leaning forward, I curled my tongue at the base of the cock that was pulling me in slowly. I caught some of the thick, heady lubricant, slurping down the other male's musky pre. It didn't taste very good, kind of bitter, but at least I knew for sure that sucking cock wasn't anything I was missing out on.

Apparently watching me drink some of his pre was the most erotic thing Renard has seen, because he let out a loud moan, and that sound was the last I heard before another surge brought my tongue and muzzle into the gooey tunnel. Muzzle first, I thought, laughing a bit at the irony as my nose was assaulted by the smell. His cock squeezed and massaged my head and neck as it slid over my shoulders, the arousal scent now my entire world.

It was hot, and musky, and humid inside his cock. The tunnel in front of me opened and with the beating of his heart as it continued to slurp me downwards. My head and neck tingled as the goo sopped into my fur, matting it down and making me slick. All the better to eat you with, I assumed as a lewd, wet slurp pulled me in to the shoulders.

It was dark red inside his penis as I felt more of his cock slip over me. A warm tingling came over my torso, my nipples being rubbed and coated in the slick goo. I moaned, taking a sharp breath in that was about 1% oxygen and 99% the smell of his cock. My tongue snaked out again, licking at the walls that were claiming me as their own, wincing at the bitter taste that I was about to become a part of.

Slowly my stomach and hips were consumed, my fingers finally being unbound as they opened up into another chamber. Just as my elbows slipped into whatever awaited me beyond his cock, I could feel my own erection slide into the grasping tunnel. A new spike of pleasure hit my brain as I could feel the gripping, coaxing muscles rubbing against my own stiffy. A little angel lust never hurt anyone.

I moaned and squirmed as the tunnel kept rolling me inwards. My nose pierced some kind of barrier, and all I could smell was cum. I knew that scent, I was a lonely male many nights, especially in my teenage years. I must have made for an easy meal, because the sliding never ceased, and soon my head had joined my arms. I was half-tempted to use my new found freedom to pull myself inside quicker, but who was I to deprive Renard of enjoying his meal.

Then I felt rubbing on my legs, something that was different than whatever anatomy was pulling me inside. I imagined the fox, cock distorted to fit an entire wolf inside, jacking furiously with his free hand while he recorded his meal on the camcorder. The thought, along with the full-body, oily massage, brought me to my edge. I came, my fluids mixing with his own as I fell into a chamber that was full of the stuff.

It was thick, it was viscous, it was sticky and bitter and it coated me completely. I was forced to curl up in the small chamber, bringing my nose in contact with my cum-soaked knees. The fluid around me churned as, I assumed, he was nearing some kind of climax. I closed my eyes, a small, satisfied smile on my face as I thought that at least I made a damn fine meal.

~*~

In the house, Renard slowly rubbed his dripping shaft as the after-image of the wolf's feet disappeared and it began to shrink back to its normal, post-feeding size. It was still pretty large, his head swimming with a combination of pleasure and blood being used for something else entirely. As large as it was, however, it was nothing compared to the large, white sack which rested on the floor. That would go down, in time, but for now, all the fox could do was sit on the edge of his sofa and wait.

Switching the camera off, he set it aside and gave his cock one last rub. It wasn't as sensitive as it was going to be. He learned from experience that soon he was going to have a hair trigger assigned to his cock, and that even the touch of clothing might be enough to set it off. And that would just be a waste of fresh spunk. Opening his phone, he closed Gurglr and opened a more traditional hook-up app. He could already feel the would-be pred starting to churn, it would only be a matter of time before that much cum had to go somewhere. Navigating past the usual messages, he opened the group setting. There were a few possibilities there.

After all, one should always share a meal with friends.