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Cirdan's Night Out

'Hey. Want 2 Hangout 2nite? Meet u @ TheHole! - L'

The text still seemed a little strange to Cirdan. Lance had never been one for using abbreviations, much less using numbers instead of letters. Signing his name as 'L' seemed correct, much to the kitsune's irritation. He could see his name whenever he got a text from him, why would he need to sign it off?

The other detail that had some merit was Lance's choice of place to hang out. Cirdan would visit The Foxhole every Friday for some drinks and to pick up a guy, who he'd usually bring back to his apartment for a good time and a meal. The purple kitsune had become a notorious member of the club because of the routine. He had gotten nicknames like 'The Two Tailed Terror' and 'The Purple People Eater', both of which he would laugh off, then make a note of who called him it in his phone, considering it a menu of idiots he could choose from.

The owners of the club had gotten used to having him around, he seemed to be bringing in curious and thrill-seeking customers. They had tried to stop him once by hiring a bouncer to keep him from entering. When he approached Cirdan to remove him from the club, the kitsune simply used his magic to shrink him down and then slipped him into his tailhole infront of the very confused, and curiously aroused, patrons. Since then, Cirdan's position had been one of fear and respect. He would go to The Foxhole, find someone to be his prey, then be back next Friday to do it again.

Cirdan pushed open to the door to the club and instantly went for his phone, flipping it out and leaning against the nearby balcony so he could see the dance floor below, trying to pick out tonight's meal from the sweaty youths below. He quickly shot off a text to his friend: 'Hey, I'm here. Where are you?'

'Saw u cum in, lol! @ the upstairs bar! W/hot guys! ;P - L'

The kitsune grinned at the response, it would mean a lot less hunting and a lot more full-belly raving for the night. He made his way across the dance floor towards the set of stairs opposite, the word 'Bar' lit up in purple neon with a neon arrow beneath it that flashed in time to the thumping rave music. He sent off another text as he walked, swaying his tails in time with his effeminate hips: 'Figures you're drinking, that explains the weird texts. "lol"'

The crowd parted to make room for him, which the kitsune strutted through with a pleased murr. As he caught the eyes of those in the crowd he licked his lips, his tails sometimes snuck out to stroke along a wolf's rear or hook onto a cat's tail as he winked at them. It was his way of telling them they had better sort out their wills and buy some flavoured shower gel, because next week he'd come back for them. He loved the fear and excitement in the eyes of his prey as they caught his prismatic, rainbow-like eyes staring at them. The knowledge they'd be nothing but a squirming bulge, and after that they'd be lucky if they were another layer of fat on his ass.

He noticed a pink bunny in the crowd staring at him timidly... this one he _had_to give special attention, he looked like the squirmy type, and someone who wouldn't take up too much room either. He grinned and made his way over to him, grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and pulling him forcefully against his slim form. His mouth opened wide, drool dripping off his perfect white teeth and splattering against the rabbit's face as he cried out in terror. The kitsune took a moment to enjoy his fright before laughing and shoving him back into the crowd, flicking his twin tails tauntingly at him before moving onwards to his destination, "Stick around, bunny. I might just need dessert later~"

The fox made his way up the stairs and scratched at his fishnet tank top, the bottom of which left his white midrift bare. The kitsune would usually leave most of his clothes in the club's storage, preferring to walk around in a set of fishnet leggings that matched his shirt, and of course his leather collar. The club owners didn't seem to mind his racy outfit, or if they did they were smart enough not to say anything about it. They wouldn't want end up like their patrons, after all.

As the kitsune reached the top of the stairs he found the bar was as busy as ever. Furries of every species were moving back and forth, getting drinks for their friends and chatting eachother up, trying to entice them into the private rooms at the back of the club. The kitsune took a moment to fluff up his tails before raising them high behind him, showing off his curvacious rear as he made his way to the bar.

After ordering a paricularly fruity cocktail his eyes drifted up and down the bar, searching for the perfect prey. For the past few weeks he had been eating the skinny, feminine types, so he felt like a challenge. That muscular tiger? No, too strong. He'd probably end up being the one eaten. That cute husky with the glittery 'Cock$lut' shirt? He was a little small, and by the looks of it he'd be ending up in the lion next to him, seeing as how the big cat was constantly sizing him up and buying him drinks.

The kitsune's phone buzzed and he lifted it up once more, checking the text that Lance had set him: 'Went 2 the bathroom. Pick out someone nice! Try the big guy, he looks finger-licking good! <3 - L' ...Cirdan rolled his eyes, typical Lance. Always missing the action. His eyes drifted over the bar as he tried to figure out who his friend was refering to.

His eyes locked onto a rooster at the less crowded end of the bar. He was much older than the kitsune's usual diet, looking to be in his fourties, at least. The bird had a large, out of shape gut barely hidden beneath his dirty black shirt with some kanji written over it in red. He was drinking a beer, paying no mind to the several empty pint glasses already infront of him. Despite being bigger than the kitsune, he didn't look like he'd put up much of a fight given his intoxicated state. Suddenly the kitsune felt like chicken tonight.

The fox sauntered across the bar, continuing to trail his tails over those he passed in order to keep his options open as he approached the big bird. He leaned against the bar, flexing his tails and pushing out his rear subtly as he looked up at the rooster, batting his eyes at him, "Hey handsome. Isn't this place a little young for you?"

"You're only as old as you feel, foxy." The rooster grinned down at him, taking a long sip of his beer before placing it down on the bar once more, a little 'urrp' escaping from his beak, "So, what's a cute thing like you doing talking to a guy like me anyway?"

"Throwing you a bone." The kitsune winked teasingly up at him as he reached over, running his hand over the bird's lap as he stared into his eyes, his tails curling over as he wiggled his hips lustfully, "You've got to be the biggest cock I've ever seen here."

"Thanks, I get that a lot." The rooster replied, turning on his stool and leaning against the bar. The kitsune blushed as he found the bird had decided to go without pants as well, his seven-inch shaft throbbed at the purple fox, the rooster was already pent up and needing release just from the sight of him. "But I think you've seen, sucked and sat on bigger, going by how you're dressed."

"Ooh my," the kitsune murred, moving his hand to stroke along the hot, red member as he allowed himself to be distracted by it, focusing on the bird's cock rather than the rest of him as he licked his lips, "Heh... so, want to finish our drinks and head to one of the private rooms?" The kitsune offered, looking up at the bird with a grin, "You'll be paying, of course. And none of that 'cock-a-doodle-doo' shit in the morning, okay? I like to sleep in."

"Of course, I'm the lucky one, after all." The bird winked in respones as he brought the glass to his beak and tilted his head back. The kitsune watched as his throat pulsed with each powerful gulp, quickly draining the glass of his drink. He placed it among the others and stood up, grinning down at the purple fox, "Are you going to finish yours?"

"Whuh..." Cirdan replied vacantly before feeling the weight of his cocktail in his other hand. He quickly brought it to his lips and chugged it back, though as he felt some of the liquid splash down the wrong hole he gagged and coughed.

"Can't handle your drink, huh? Cute." The rooster snickered, patting the fox condescendingly on the head and ruffling his purple hair before making his way towards the private rooms, "What's your name, pup?"

"Cirdan," the kitsune replied, wiping his muzzle off on his arm as he put the glass among the many the bird had left behind. He then flicked his ears back as he glared at the bird, "And I'm not a pup, I'm over 600 years old."

"And you've only got two tails? Huh, I guess you haven't accomplished much as a kitsune then." The bird chuckled lowly as he paid the canine who stood at the desk for the private room rental, "I'm Rick, by the way."

"Sir, are you sure you want to, uh..." the canine trailed off, figuring it was the right thing to do to at least warn the man. He gestured towards the kitsune as he tried to avoid eye-contact with him, "It's just that he has a bit of a reputation for-"

"You wouldn't want to be ordered as room service, would you, puppy?" Cirdan spoke up, his tone was a mixture of teasing and forewarning, "I'm sure Rick wouldn't mind if I had a little snack before we started, after all~"

"A-ah, no!" The dog gasped in fright as he moved back, offering the key to the private room shakily to the rooster, "Nevermind, it's nothing. Enjoy yourselves, you two! Have fun in there!" he grinned nervously, his ears folding back... at least he tried.

"We will," Rick replied, grinning obliviously as he took the key and made his way to the private room. He took a moment to reach down and grope at the kitsune's rear, giving it a little slap as he winked down at him, "Well, you certainly seem to be well known, Cirdan."

"I'm sure you'll find out why soon enough." The kitsune winked in response, pressing himself up against the bird as he walked, one hand stroking over his heavy gut. He'd have a hard time getting the rooster down, but he knew it would be worth it. He always did love birds, their feathers made for a great memento of the meal.

The kitsune made sure he was the first into the room, pushing the door open and crossing his arms as he scouted it out. It was mostly taken up by a large, paw-shaped bed. It was clear who the club was pandering to, though it wasn't as though they didn't allow humans. The kitsune sat on the middle and sprawled out with a murr, "So, I'm kind of into a couple of things. Are you cool with that?"

"I'm fine with that," The rooster replied, closing the door behind him and locking it before tossing the key into the nearby bowl. His stomach jiggled as he made his way across the room and sat on the bed by the fox, "So, what've you got in mind?"

"I figured we could play with some cuffs. They usually have some available." The fox said as he leaned over the bed, leaving his rear exposed as his tails swayed back and forth, occassionally tapping the Rooster's beak playfully. Finally he gripped the pair and pulled them out from under the bed, holding the silver handcuffs up for Rick to see before snapping them to his hands, "Can you move them?"

"Nope," The rooster replied with a little chuckle as he wriggled his shoulders to test the cuffs. He smirked at the kitsune, raising a curious eyebrow at him "Looks like you got me, foxy... what're you going to do now?"

"I think that's up to you. After all, it's your last orgasm." The kitsune replied with a teasing wink as he felt along the rooster's tailfeathers. He shoved him back against the bed and stradled him, grinding his rear against the hard shaft as it slipped between his cheeks like a hotdog, "Mmmh, sorry to be the one to tell you this, Rick, but not a lot of people who walk into a private room with me walk back out again. They're usually tucked away in my gut, though I think I'm going to have to sleep you off instead given how big a meal you'll be~"

"Sorry to tell you this, but I already knew." Rick replied, letting out a grunt as he was forced onto his back. He looked up at the kitsune, struggling with the handcuffs as he laid back on the bed watching him.

"Oh, then you're a thrill-seeker, thought you might end your life by being fox shit?" The kitsune smirked, wiggling his tush teasingly in the rooster's face before turning and lowering himself until the tip of the rooster's cock entered his tailhole, teasing him by grinding against it and moaning, his own member sliding out of his sheath, " Not a bad retirement if you ask me, the last birdy to turned out great." he perked his ears, "Oh hey, he was a chicken too. Little twinky guy, did you know him?"

"Yeah, I knew him," Rick replied, growling under his breath as the kitsune ran his hands over his gut. He couldn't help but looking into the fox's mouth as it came closer, drool dripping out of it and splattering onto his beak.

"I bet he was your son or something," Cirdan snickered, allowing himself to slip down further and allow more of the cock to enter him, panting and moaning as he gripped onto the rooster's shirt, "'Ooh, Cirdan~ Fuck me~ I don't care what my dad says, I want to be your prey~'" he teased, putting on a higher-pitched voice as he mimiced his victim.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Rick muttered, rolling his eyes at the fox's impression. He couldn't deny that he felt good around him though, he gave the kitsune a few thrusts as he moaned, "Nnhh, G-god, you little bitch."

"I'm the worst~" The kitsune snickered, pinning the rooster down with one arm as he thrusted his ass back against him, his own shaft shooting out pre over his large stomach. He could feel his stomach rumbling, it'd probably take a lot longer to get the rooster off now that he knew he was responsible for his son's disappearance. He licked his lips as he leaned down to finish the job, breathing out the scent over his fruity cocktail over him, "Any last words, Rick?"

"Yeah," The rooster replied dryly. He thrust upwards suddenly, leaving the fox howling out in pleasure as his shaft was buried in him. But as the kitsune looked back down he realized the thrust had been used to bring his hands out from behind his back, and now they gripped either side of him. "...I broke the cuffs." he finished his sentence, glaring up at the fox.

"Let's see you break magic, fatass!" The kitsune snapped at him, his eyes flashing and his twin tails swaying rapidly as he cast his magic in an attempt to shrink the rooster, only to find it vanishing before it even touched him. The rooster grabbed his head and shoved it against his gut, forcing him to read the kanji symbols... the kitsune went pale as he recognized them, "W-wards!" ..protective ones too, far too powerful for a measly two-tail to break.

"Did you think I wouldn't come prepared for that, Slutsune?" the rooster growled as he pinned the kitsune's arms to his sides and rolled him over, pinning him to the bed as he thrusted into him, "I saw you and your idiot friend walking out the night you ate him, you know. Everyone told me not to do anything or else I'd wind up just like him."

The fox's eyes widened as he remembered. Lance! He could still save him. He struggled with the bird's hand as he reached towards his phone, only to feel the bird pluck it from his pocket and hold it up, "I see you and Lance decided to get the same model." Rick smirked, pulling out an identical phone. The fox recognized it immediately.. it was Lance's phone.

"You sent those messages?" Cirdan gasped, his eyes widening in a panic as his eyes turned to the bird's gut. He squirmed to get away from it, but the rooster pulled him closer, smushing his face against it as the kitsune whimpered for mercy, "A-and that's-"

"He really piled the pounds onto me. I guess I just don't have the metabolism you young predators have. Still, at least everyone knows what happens to people who screw with my family," Rick smirked as he allowed the kitsune a chance to breath, only to grab him by the collar and drag his face inches from his open beak, "Not long now, foxy. The second I cum, you're food."

"W-wait, I'll do anything!" Cirdan pleaded between moans, he began to sweat as his ears pinned back submissively, his tails raising for the rooster's fat cock as it thrusted into him. He tried to look away, but Rick held him tightly by his scruff and forced him to stare at the back of his throat, "C-can't we talk this out? I'll be your pet!"

"I'd rather have a meal." Rick smirked before letting out a moan of pleasure, firing his load deep into the fox's tight tailhole. Cirdan moaned as he reached his hand down to finish himself off, only to find it intercepted by Rick's other hand and pinned behind his back, "Oh no you don't... if you want your final orgasm, you can have it when you're in my stomach."

The fox whined, trying to lean back once more to avoid his fate before finding the hand behind his head shoving him forward into the rooster's hungry beak. He yiped and began to struggle as Rick pinned his arms to his sides, taking a swift gulp to bring the kitsune's head into his mouth, his beak catching on his rainbow-coloured ear piercings.

The kitsune gagged as he was forced to breathe in the rooster's breath, the musky scent of alcohol filled his nose and left Cirdan feeling light-headed as the throat clung to him, the saliva matting down his fur as he was pulled further into the dark abyss.

Cirdan's slim chest was easily engulfed by the rooster as he licked over his stomach, grinning as he reached the end of the fishnet shirt. It had done little to block the kitsune's flavour, but the material had gotten stuck on his beak. He took another gulp to bring the kitsune's stomach into his mouth and rolled onto his back, his hands groping at Cirdan's curvacious rear as he murred in delight.

The fox continued to let out muffled cries and pleas, but they fell on deaf ears as Rick began to check through the fox's phone with a smirk, looking at the pictures he had taken of all his previous meals. It seemed only fitting that the gallery would end with one of the kitsune himself. He brought the camera phone back and winked at it, holding the kitsune's tails up to show off his ass before taking a picture followed by a swift gulp, taking special care not to lick at the fox's shaft as it passed into his throat. He wanted him to go down without his final release.

The kitsune let out a gasp as his head entered the rooster's stomach, and as soon as his glowing rainbow piercings entered the gut with him he could see around. The acids bubbled below him with the stench of alcohol, the fumes leaving his head spinning as he wriggled his shoulders, trying to pull himself back the other way, "Pplease..." he begged breathlessly.

The rooster responded with another, dooming gulp as he brought the kitsune's rear into his throat, only his slender legs and bushy tails still remained outside as they continued to kick uselessly at the air. Rick chuckled a little as he slipped the fishnet leggings off of the fox and tossed them to one side before opening his beak wide, allowing the kitsune's legs to slide into his throat before closing his mouth around the footpaws. He watched as the twin tails twitched back and forth in an attempt to get free before slurping them up like two, fuzzy noodles.

With one final gulp, he sent the remainder of the kitsune's bulge down to join him in his stomach. He trailed his fingers along the bulge Cirdan made his his throat, feeling all the details of his toes as the trails left him with a warm, fuzzy sensation as they wagged all the way down. He groaned as he rolled back, rubbing his heavy stomach with both hands before letting out a little belch, "Urp... Just so you know, Lance was better, and he actually -tried- to save himself." he grinned, slapping his stomach and watching as the layer of fat jiggled.

"Fuck you!" Cirdan growled at the final hit to his ego. He kicked at the stomach walls as the acids began to bubble away at his fur, the pain only made him struggle even harder in an attempt to escape from his gurgly fate. Rick grinned as he pushed down the little bulges the kitsune's face and tails made, "L-let me out of here! It smells like something died in here!"

"Yeah, it's going to be smelling like that for a while yet." Rick smirked as patted his gut one final time, listening to it gurgle and churn along with the kitsune's pleas and whines. He stood up a little shakily at first, flexing out as he felt the kitsune continuing to shake his bulging stomach around. Fortunately his shirt had been loose enough to accommodate for his lively prey, but the kitsune hadn't quite sated his appetite as much as his friend had. He smirked as he made his way back out to the club to celebrate his victory on the dance floor, only to find a crowd around the private room's door.

He let out a loud, victorious belch as the kitsune wriggled in his stomach. The crowd were more embracing than Rick might have thought, seeing their 'king' defeated. Of course there was the slew of teenagers posing with his gut, trying to stretch it in order to make it clear who was in it and taking selfies with 'Cirdan', giving him little pats and saying 'Better you than me' and 'about time your fluffy ass got eaten!'. Rick hated this generation's obsession with itself, but they made for easier meals because of it.

The club owners were thankful too. Rick was getting free drinks left, right and center, all of which splashed down on Cirdan and made him squirm harder inside of the bird's gut. He decided to reward himself for his revenge by having a couple of pizzas, noting to the crowd that the food was more filling than the fox as he did so. By the end of the night Cirdan had long stopped moving, having been broken down along with the pizza and alcohol around him.

Rick breathed out a sigh as he collected his and Cirdan's things before stepping out into the night air, enjoying the chill against his feathers and the silence as the thumping electronic beats faded behind the closed club door. He gave one last pat to his stomach before crushing Lance's phone in his hand and tossing it in the trash, shoving Cirdan's black leather jacket and pants in after it. He could still see Lance's clothes as he looked into the trashcan, "Eh, they probably wouldn't fit me anyway." Rick noted to himself, rubbing over his gut to tease the kitsune's remains.

He turned to head off before hearing an unfamiliar jingle, Cirdan's phone buzzed away in his pocket. He took it out and checked the screen, noticing the kitsune had a new text message: 'Nice profile pic, purplebutt. Nice knowing you.'

Rick grinned to himself as he checked the fox's social network pages, finding that his profile picture on each of them had been changed to the photo the rooster had taken before. He couldn't help but chuckle as he looked it over once again, Cirdan's curvy rear disappearing into his beak, the fox's twin tails held up by his hand to keep them from blocking the view. He couldn't help but notice a little kanji symbol on his butt, he'd have to look it up later to figure out what it meant. Probably 'slut'.

He slipped the phone into his pocket, deciding to keep it as a trophy as he made his way down the street. Despite his big meal, the alcohol had gotten to him... he just hoped he'd remember what happened when he woke up the next day. He didn't want to forget the night he had avenged his son, or devoured the 'Twin Tailed Terror' of the Foxhole.

The End.

((WARNING: Post vore scat after this point! If you don't want to read it, the story ends here.))

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POST VORE SCAT ENDING

Rick was woken up by the sound of his alarm clock buzzing away. He rolled over and slammed his hand down on the 'snooze' button, feeling his stomach sloshing with the remains of the kitsune inside it. He laid there, poking down at his stomach with a little grin, "Cock-a-doodle-doo, Cirdan." he smirked, climbing out of bed.

The kitsune had certainly seen better days. Now that he wasn't moving around he was barely noticable against the rest of his fat gut. He and his idiot friend were probably closer than ever, but as the rooster's stomach groaned he knew it was about time to see whether the fox's fishnet shirt had survived its trip through him.

He made his way across the untidy room, tripping over cardboard boxes and getting his foot caught in the kanji shirt he had worn the night before. It still carried the musky smell of beer and pepperoni pizza, but to his amusement, nothing from the kitsune, "Wow, Cirdan. Even the food left more of a mark on me than you did." he chuckled, pushing the door open to the bathroom and sitting down on his porcelian throne with a grunt. He decided to leave the door open this time... living alone had it's perks.

The rooster had been glad he slept naked, because the kitsune didn't waste any time in making his presence known. Rick grunted, letting out a loud fart before beginning to release the sloppy mess of the former kitsune. The thick brown muck dropped into the toilet bowl beneath him with a series of heavy splashes, "Nnngh... kids today. So impatient." the rooster muttered to himself, pressing one hand down on his gut to force more of the kitsune out.

He clenched his beak, straining as he finally came across something that was harder to pass. He leaned forward, curling over and grunting as his face became red from the pressure, finally it dropped, landing on the rest of the kitsune with a loud 'Squelch'. He breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling the last two logs of the former kitsune landing with a few wet slaps... though he couldn't help but notice the little 'tink' of Cirdan's piercings as they hit the side of the bowl.

He stood up and wiped his ass, turning around to face his prey one last time before he covered him up. The kitsune was a mess of brown filth, white bone fragments and purple fur, though Rick could still make out the shredded remains of a fishnet shirt, a set of discoloured rainbow earrings, a lip ring, part of a black leather collar, and In the center of it all the kitsune's grinning skull. The rooster smirked as he aimed his member down, letting out a torrent of piss over Cirdan in an attempt to 'clean him up', leaving yellow stains on the pearly white skull.

He reached over to flush the kitsune away but paused before he did, allowing himself one more chance at humilating the disposed fox. He left the room and returned with the kitsune's cellphone. "Say Cheese." he smirked down at his dump, snapping a picture of the fox and setting it as his new profile picture, "Your best look yet, Cirdan. I bet you'll get more likes on this picture than any of your naked selfies."

The kitsune didn't respond, but of course he couldn't. The rooster finished wiping his ass and dropped the toilet paper over the kitsune's skull before pulling the flusher....

'Fffssslllh-Gh. *Clunk*.' The sound wasn't particularly promising, but then the toilet had never been this full.

The rooster raised an eyebrow, watching as the water rose around his leavings as the toilet began to overflow. Rick scowled down at the kitsune's skull, "Nice going, kid. You clogged the toilet." he muttered, making his way out of the room to find something to unclog him with.

He was sure that Cirdan wouldn't mind staying around for a couple of minutes while he unclogged him. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be after all... well, except perhaps the sewers.

The End