{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"1QQQGJ71","title":"Good morning","author":"Nomaxice","words":2063,"posted_at":"2026-02-20T17:28:58.000Z","tags":["chameleon","destruction","digestion","growth","hybrid","lynx","lynxcoon","paws","raccoon","raccynx","role reversal","vore"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1QQQGJ71-good-morning","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/1QQQGJ71","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/1c/1f/1c1fc126-ee73-422f-9de4-62f2a315f1de","description":"From 2021-01-28  \n  \nApparently I never uploaded that old story? Oh well, now I did.  \n  \nNoma \u0026 writing © Me  \nRoy © [https://furaffinity.net/dracodare](https://furaffinity.net/dracodare)","content":"A loud yawn resonated throughout the bedroom, shaking the walls, as 8am rang on  \na cheap electronic alarm clock, the kind you can order in bulk from Chinese  \nimports, unreliable and imprecise. Noma growled, he was not a morning person by  \nany stretch, his arm lifting up and extending, thrown towards the bedside table  \nto crash onto the clock, the noise of plastic snapping and electronics crunching  \ncutting off the constant beeping before silence took over.  \nThe lynxcoon turned around, opening his eyes to look at the light managing to  \nsneak in despite the closed blinds, bright enough to him to be blinding. He  \nmoved his hand up from the dimple in the worn out dedicated “clock” table over  \nto the more cared for items on the second one placed a little further, just out  \nof reach if he didn't lean over some, safe from the morning grump, fingers  \nhazardously grabbing onto the open arm of his glasses, bringing them back over  \nhis eyes, the room tinting green and the light now dim enough not to blind the  \nhyper light sensitive feline hybrid.  \nNoma sat up, bringing his feet back on the mattress, hand containing another  \nyawn before using his claws to scritch through his chest fur, glancing to his  \nside to the empty space in the bed, where he expected to see a short chameleon  \npressing against him for warmth. The scaled companion couldn't have gotten up,  \nthat would have halted the light sleep of the lynxcoon, who deduced he probably  \njust rolled over the poor thing while sleeping, the mass of the bulky hybrid  \nlikely to have made the Djinn burst to ether, and rather than risk a night of  \nconstant interruptions from being crushed, Roy probably flowed back to his lamp  \nfor some peace.  \nThis feeling was only reinforced when glancing down to the floor, he saw the  \nlamp standing right there in the middle of the room, bringing a wide, goofy grin  \non his face thinking of a way to mess with the chameleon. Stretching again, he  \nturned around to get his legs off the side of the bed, the fully padded feet  \nlanding with a deaf, deep thump on the cold floor, toes drumming down a rhythm  \nfollowing his humming of a made up song, throwing the sheet onto the bed to get  \nup, slowly stretching up, hands soon bumping against the ceiling, the woes of  \nbeing an 8.8ft colossus in a barely “large people” compliant home, just a head  \nor two short of bumping his from just standing up, but that only made Noma  \nchuckle, used to this, and taking it as more as a display of his size than an  \ninconvenience, and being at the lower end of the larger sized homes made the  \nrent cheaper.  \nWith this little fluke out the way, he stretched again, but his arms went  \nsideways instead, the bare chest, boxers wearing wall of muscles flexing and  \nflowing, before relaxing, arms falling against his sides, stepping closer to the  \nlamp, and crouching down over it, clearing his throat and bringing his hand next  \nto the gold item, he tapped his index claw against the shiny metal and in a  \ndeep, singing voice called to his chameleon.  \n“Oh Rooooooooy, time to wake up, don't make me come in to pull you out, it would  \nbe cramped in there for the two of us!”  \nHe licked his lips, eagerly awaiting the squeaky complain about how he  \nsupposedly “couldn't do that”, or a long, shaky “baaaaaaaad”, but silence  \nreigned in the room for a good minute or two, before the lamp started to shake  \nwith a low rumble. Really, Noma thought, Roy was just going to come out without  \nany fight back? That was far from what the chameleon would usually do.  \nNo something wasn't right, Noma stood up and stepped back, watching as the ether  \nstarted to flow out of the lamp, building up into a cloud, soon enough as tall  \nas a person, if a little wider, but it didn't stop there, the magic mass growing  \nstill, soon a whole head taller than him and at last, the cloud started to  \nsolidify into its proper form, Noma swallowing nervously as he finally saw not  \nan overgrown whimp of a chameleon, nor the muscular dragon form of Roy, in fact,  \nhe couldn't tell which form the lizard was under, and for a reason, what stood  \ntall before him was merely Roy's footpaw. A large, scaly foot, resting on its  \nheel, the ball right at head level for Noma, with four, thick clawed toes  \nsplayed out above, slowly curling back as a deep voice echoed out of the lamp  \nthe paw was stretching out from, the leg's ether still flowing fluidly to  \nconnect into the little gold tube.  \n“Good morning to you too Noma... Care to give me a little hug before I get up?  \nYou don't get a choice actually, that's an order.”  \nRoy's words echoed into Noma's head, still trying to process what was going on.  \nThe lynxcoon swallowed nervously, stuttering a response before his brain could  \nform words at last.  \n“W-w-wait what?! H-how... That's not right you can't be-”  \nBut he couldn't finish off before Roy spoke again, in an impatient tone, the  \ndigits above flexing to urge the lynxcoon to follow directions.  \n“I gave you an order, didn't I? Now execute it, or else...”  \nA deep, devilish laugh echoed as the lizard's foot began to approach closer, the  \ngreen scales of the sole inching closer... Or so Noma thought, before the claws  \ncrashed through the ceiling, that foot was swelling right before his eyes, only  \ncoming closer from the gained size, settling at last, with the toes hidden above  \nthe white painted surface, debris and dust coming down around the footpaw.  \nShivering, Noma pushed his hands against the tough sole to try and push the foot  \nback into the lamp, with little effect beyond providing a light massage, the  \ntrembling voice of the lynxcoon stuttering once more.  \n“N-no no no! Wait! Stop! Y-you're going to wreck the place if you continue! You  \ncan't ju-”  \n“I didn't ask for a massage, did I? Hug my foot, now, I won't stop until you do  \nit.”  \nRoy cut off again, his footpaw growing again, quickly pushing Noma back,  \nunimpeded by the ceiling as it effortlessly and swiftly went up until Noma was  \nleft pressed against the green heel. The lynxcoon let out a groan that ended up  \nin a whine, hesitantly reaching around the wall of scale to press himself  \nagainst it to provide the demanded hug, sighing defeatedly before addressing the  \nlizard again.  \n“F-fine, here, happy now?”  \n“Good. Now kiss.”  \nRoy's words caught the lynxcoon off guard, jaw trembling as he muttered a  \ncomplain.  \n“H-hey now that wasn't the deal!”  \nBut he realized his mistake all too late as that heel he held onto outgrew his  \ngrip, sunlight shining from above around the green wall as it plowed through the  \nroof, and soon collapsing the floor too, leaving the lynxcoon knocked out for a  \nmoment, coughing in the debris, trying to shake off the confusion feeling the  \nscaly paw steamrolling over his legs, looking back and unable to turn around  \nwith the limbs pinned down, Noma yelped, helplessly watching that room filling  \nheel slowly bury him down, stopping just short of smothering his skull. Roy's  \nvoice echoed again, deeper, louder than before, and so hard to make out the  \nwords it formed now.  \n“The deal is I'm in charge, so do as I say, and I say kiss.”  \nSwiftly, the lizard shifting his footpaw sideways, rolling the “little” lynxcoon  \nover and onto his back, to face the underside of the great heel, debris still  \nfalling around with dust covering the lynxcoon's glasses. Noma coughed again,  \nbreath short and quick, lips shivering ready to speak, before simply pursing and  \napproaching the green mass pressing him down, closing his eyes to push his lips  \nagainst the cool scales, beginning to suckle to give what the lizard wants,  \ngoing the extra mile to appease the beast, even if the house is already wrecked.  \nA deep rumbles echoes through the collapsed home, Roy evidently pleased by the  \nlynxcoon's attention. The Djinn rolls his foot forward at last, burying Noma's  \nhead under the literal tons of scaly being raising up. The rest of Roy's body  \nflowing out of the lamp to stand up and proud while keeping his little paw pet  \nblind to the rest of his greatness until he's fully out, formed, and stretching  \nout, moving his paw to the side to reveal the view of that godly body towering  \nhigh above the suburb, the chameleon's form revealed at last with a bare chest  \nshowing off the swimmer build that, while less impressive at an identical  \nheight, was packing enough power to leave even the lynxcoon in awe, especially  \nwith a smirking face staring down, eyes locked onto him.  \nNoma swiftly scrambled up to his feet, finally free and able to build up the  \nstrength to shake of the overwhelming sight, walking back to try and get away,  \nonly to bump into the still standing wall, the chameleon's toeclaws having just  \nbarely scratched it, the digits having only crunched down an opening after  \nmoving off of the feline just a few meters away, but getting any closer was a  \nrisky maneuver when those toes alone stood taller than he was.  \nThe lynxcoon gulped down, ears bending back, he was trapped, and Roy knew that  \nwell, the chameleon showing off his tongue in an advanced way of licking his  \nlips, extending out the muscle away, bending and going back to touch the tip  \nagainst the surface of his lip, going all the way around before slurping it all  \nback into his maw, giving a toothy, predatory grin, leaving Noma's heart to skip  \na beat at the sight, and body to freeze as he spoke again, words booming into  \nthe hybrid's sensitive ears.  \n“I think I'm ready for breakfast now.”  \nBefore Noma could protest, the chameleon's tongue shoot out with incredible  \nspeed, along perfect aim to slam right onto the lynxcoon's body, the thick drool  \nsticking the furry prey to the broad surface, leaving Noma yelping when it  \nreeled back in just as fast, flinging him into the hot cavern that was Roy's  \nmaw, dizzy and disoriented, unable to fight back beyond mindless squirms that  \ndid nothing if please the green giant who eagerly sloshed the little morsel  \naround his jaws for a while.  \nBut all good things must come to an end, and so the chameleon pushes Noma  \nagainst his cheek to speak.  \n“Tell me how much you love me, come on.”  \nNoma barely registered he was even being spoke to, blinking and shaking his head  \ntrying to figure out what was happening.  \n“W-what?...”  \n“Come on, mon petit ami, tell me you love me.”  \nNoma hesitated for few seconds, the voice having the impact of gunshot from this  \nposition, but at last, able to make out the request, he took a deep breath to  \nreply.  \n“I... I love you, I love you so deeply and I know you love me too and there is  \nno way you would just swallow your boyfriend like mere food to end up risking  \ndiges-”  \nGULP, the order completed, Roy finally satisfied the urge of his hunger. He knew  \nwell the risk, for Noma, and he did care and love his little fluff ball but the  \npressing hunger and guilty feeling of pleasure teasing to completion was too  \nstrong.  \nFeeling the bulge of the lynxcoon go down his throat pleasantly, he pressed his  \nfingers to the little bump before all too early, it disappeared down, moving his  \nhand to his stomach to pat it a few times, feeling the weak struggles of his so-  \ncalled lover for a while before they weakened.  \nAlas Noma tired out after just a few minutes, stopping his struggling, only for  \nthe chameleon's stomach to growl loudly, followed by a hearty belch shaking the  \nneighborhood, that propelled out the half-crunched glasses of the lynxcoon into  \nhis hand. Staring down at the ridiculously tiny accessory in his palm, he  \nsnorted, finishing them off curling up his fist around them with a smug smirk,  \nready to take on the day full of energy and ready to show what else he can do,  \nnothing was off limit after his boyfriend.","series":{"name":"My work","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2159621-free-candy.json"}}