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The Chicken and The Fox

Written by: Screpter

Date: 03/11/2025

Content Warning : foodplay, part of food, vore (oral), unwilling prey, messy stomach

Chirell squirmed and shifted around in place, her wrists bound together with her ankles. The rope wasn’t tightened to the point where it hurt, but she was definitely not getting out of it. The smell of mashed potatoes mixed well with the gravy’s salty, garlicky scent, along with the unmistakable aroma of roasted chicken breasts. She would have been eager to take a bite herself, but even her beak was filled with something hard enough to be impossible to break with her beak, while also letting her breathe. The sheer freshness and smell of the food made her beak water, and she wouldn’t have minded it at all, given her permanent alterations to be a proper omnivore, had she not been part of the dish all around her.

“Quit squirming, ya overgrown chicken! You are going to ruin the dish!” Someone berated her from outside the lid. She grumbled, annoyed at having been woken so early by her friends, only to be blindfolded and taken to a place that turned out to be one of the rarer kinds of restaurants, where, among other dishes, people were also on the menu.

Her full, plump breasts were pushed forward, laden out and adorned with gravy, with a slice of lemon on top of each one. The roasted chicken breasts were laid around hers on mashed potato bedding. From what she could tell, the breasts weren’t from her, or any other of her kind, but from the animal itself, which at least dampened her worries a bit. At least her breasts weren't left under her to press against her chest, which would have made it harder for her to breathe…

The rest of her plump body was similarly adorned with different kinds of toppings, but she couldn’t feel her wings. The tray she lay on was hefted up, as far as she could tell, by one person. Which can only mean they not only fed her a pill that would not only make her wings disappear, but also one that would shrink her.

Doors opened as she was brought out, and muffled conversation filled her enclosed space, until that too slowly died down. Her tray was placed down, and an unmistakably familiar voice thanked the server. Was that…?

The lid was lifted, and she was left momentarily blinded by the sudden light until her eyes got used to it. Her eyes widened, and then she glared at the now much bigger glutton who sat in front of her.

“Oh, Chirell, you look absolutely scrumptious!” The silky smooth voice of Liam would have been like honey for her ear canals, a voice she could have listened to all day. But with her current circumstance and the realization of his plans for her, the only thing she could do was to glare at him with the clear intent of strangling the sly fox. He just chuckled, smoothing down his snow-white fur.

“Now, don’t give me that look, darling, you should have expected this, after all the hints and suggestions I gave you.” He winked, reaching forward and removing the thing - it was an uncooked potato fry - that the cooks used to peck her mouth.

“Liam! You cursed fox, are you seriously doing this right now? I had plans for today, you know! I can’t believe you are wasting my time with-mrphf!” The potato was quickly put back into her beak, leaving her to grumble as she squirmed, trying to loosen her rope.

“Now, now, don’t forget where we are! You shouldn’t be yelling, it’s not proper at such a place.” His smile was cheeky, too cheeky for someone she will be strangling when she can get to doing it. His hand moved to cup the side of her head, caressing it with a thumb, but it did very little in calming down her anger.

She had better things to do, for God's sake! Now she will probably have to waste time stewing away in his guts until she reforms. The nerve of this claw-faced scavenger! Beh!

His hand moved away, and he picked up a fork and a knife. Her eyes widened for a moment as he moved them close to one of her breasts, but at the last moment, they were angled away, spearing and cutting into one of the chicken breasts in front of her. She yelled out at him in anger, but he seemed to be just amused by it, quietly winking at her as he began to eat.

He took his sweet time eating the food around her, taking great care to tease her with the cutlery as he steadily scooped the bed of mashed potatoes around her, occasionally dipping the sliced-up chicken breasts in the gravy. One time, he pressed the underside of the filled fork against the top of her breast, scooping off the gravy from it, before plucking it in his mouth.

“By the gods, I have to say, Chirell, I think you greatly enhance this fine dish! I would offer you some, but I am sure you were already offered a nice stuffing before you were brought out.” His wink made her seethe, even as her face heated up with embarrassment as she remembered the delicious meal she herself had been given. Her own belly still churned and bulged out to the side; the squirming, however, stopped minutes ago. At least the restaurant had the proper pills.

She squirmed against her binds as he pulled her closer, an indignant gasp escaping her as his tongue flicked out, dragging across her untouched breast. The soft flesh wobbled with the drag of his tongue, which came down to strike over and over again, until the layer of gravy that seeped into her feathers was replaced by a thin sheet of saliva.

“Mmmmph, yes - you definitely taste the best.” He smiled, he dared to smile, completely unashamed! She watched as he licked his lips, turning the plate around until she couldn’t see him anymore. That’s when she noticed the bottles - “Stretchy Belly”, “Slow Melting”, and “Jaw stretcher”. Of course, he pre-planned it all! She should suffocate him next time she sits on him!

A muffled bawk escaped her when he patted her plump buttocks from her two sides, and she squirmed against it, even as she felt his tongue lap at her legs.

“I have to say, I have been very curious how it would feel to eat you. I just hope you can be just as excited for it as I am. Why else would you have gotten a scan and a soul imprint at the reformation center, all behind my back~” She froze. How did he know?! He wasn’t supposed to know until… unless…

“Sch-va, mrph-!” She yelled out, albeit muffled, but still understandable enough. He chuckled; the clacking of cutlery resumed as he worked on the remainder of the meal around her. That conniving snake girlfriend of hers must have spilled the beans to him!

She decided she would use her as the rope when she hangs her boyfriend, and then give her a taste of her own medicine. Or maybe she will feed Liam to her, then feed her a shrinking pill to eat her like a worm!

Eventually, her thoughts slowly calmed down as all she could do was listen to the sounds Liam made, slowly accepting the fact that her day would be wasted. And what a waste it is!

Soon, the knife and the work were placed at either side of her, and her plate was turned back around. He flashed another smile, but she was too tired with what was happening to be angry at him. She rolled her eyes, which prompted him to remove the potato, popping it into his mouth and chewing on it - each movement letting out a loud crunch while he looked at her.

“Well, how would you like it, my dearest chick? Head or feet first~?” He leaned closer, his voice lowering as he whispered. “Or perhaps you would like to be folded in half? You know I can do that too~” His tongue flicked out again, but this time not to taste her - instead, it was to teasingly lick at her beak.

“Oh, just get it over with head first, you sly furball. I hope I give you indigestion!” She grumbled, turning her head away, even as the feathers on her face rose slightly with fluster.

“As you wish~” He teased, easily reaching under her and lifting her plump body. She watched as he opened his chops, which then began to stretch as she was plunged into darkness once again. His tongue roamed over her head and neck until she pecked at his tongue in revenge, making him jolt and push her deeper.

Next were her hanging breasts, which momentarily got dragged across his teeth, until his tongue shot out to help them in. The warm, slick flesh danced around her breasts as he fondled them, causing her to squirm and her breath to deepen. Then, the tongue sneaked its way between them, moving down to her navel as she was pushed in again, her head squeezed by his throat muscles when he swallowed.

He worked her body down relatively fast, probably understanding she wasn’t really feeling up to it all. Her body was kneaded and rubbed against his throat as she was swallowed, sliding down until she reached the sphincter of his stomach. She slid in effortlessly, pushed into all the mushed-up, half-melted food around her that found its way under her feathers and covered her from head to toe.

She squirmed again in the hot, damp environment, silently cursing Liam for not removing her binds before swallowing her. The messy stomach worked diligently, the smell of gravy, chicken, and mashed potatoes mixing together with the acidic tang of it. Each little shift caused the goopy mess around her to press against her body, covering her head until she shook it free.

“You make quite the dent in there.” She heard him sigh as he leaned back, his stomach shaking violently as he slapped it, before beginning to rub it. “You may not agree, but I have to say, this was one of the best breakfast dates I have had so far. I hope you don’t mind spending the remaining time of the day deep in my guts. I will make your favorite tomorrow~” The promise of roasted gecco’s sounded good enough for her to rethink strangling him. With a sigh, she tried to shift into a more comfortable position.

This will be a long day…