{"sf1_id":209237,"sf2_id":"V1YMQyO1","title":"Space Pirate Wolf Eats Out","author":"tanstaafl42","words":1887,"posted_at":"2011-01-02T07:27:00.000Z","tags":["Bunny","M/F","Mouse","Restaurant Booth","Sci-Fi","Vore (soft)","Wolf","vore"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/209237-space-pirate-wolf-eats-out","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YMQyO1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=209237\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Space Pirate Wolf","content":"You stride down the Tourtuga space station's corridors, your lupine senses assaulted by the sight, sound and scent of a dozen species. You have little trouble making your way through the crowds as even those who do not realize that you are a pirate captain recognize such a large anthro wolf as a top predator and stay out of your way.\u0026nbsp; You head down the corridors of the station to your favorite restaurant in the sector.\u0026nbsp; It is one with an eclectic clientele, and an even more unusual menu.\u0026nbsp; Ah, you can see the sign now.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n## **Fenris Restaurant\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;**\n\nWe Serve Every Species\\*\n\n_\\*Subject to availability_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nComing in the door your lupine nose can already smell the mouthwatering meals within, your wolf ears picking up the sounds of happy customers stuffing themselves.\u0026nbsp; As you enter the naga hostess greets you.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hello again Captain.\u0026nbsp; Your usual table is available, Jessica here will seat you.\"\u0026nbsp; She gestures to the bunny-eared waitress.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Please follow me,\" says the voluptuous bunny-girl.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou eagerly comply, as it gives you a chance to check out her sashaying cotton-tail.\u0026nbsp; The lush curves of your waitress are inspiring more than one type of hunger within you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou pass some other diners and their meals on the way to your table.\u0026nbsp; In one booth an arachnid-morph has a moaning woman in a multi-limbed embrace, fangs deep in her flesh sucking out her fluids.\u0026nbsp; In another, a pair of kicking legs dangle from the mouth of a reptilian creature.\u0026nbsp; At that table over there an ecstatic looking mouse-girl is disappearing into a gelatinous blob.\u0026nbsp; The customers really seem to enjoy their food, and vise-versa.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter seating you at your favorite table the bunny-girl hands you a menu and gives her sales pitch.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"We have a selection of humans, both wild caught and farm raised.\u0026nbsp; Of course we have a variety of cloned prey-furs ready for consumption. \u0026nbsp;And if you have a taste for something more exotic please check out our specials menu.\u0026nbsp; I am sure that you will see something you like.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere are several tempting options on the menu.\u0026nbsp; Yet there seemed to be some choice fresh meat close at hand.\u0026nbsp; Your wolfish muzzle has been fairly watering at the prospect ever since you came in.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I think I see something I like right now.\u0026nbsp; Any chance of you being on the menu?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I think I can help a handsome wolf like you work up an appetite, and I know just the place for some privacy,\" the beautiful bunny-eared waitress whispers in your ear.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou silently thank the gods for your luck.\u0026nbsp; Not only is your waitress a delight to behold, but seems devoted to customer service.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou gladly follow the cute cottontail of your waitress as she leads you to the black of the restaurant.\u0026nbsp; You both pass (perhaps dangerously close) the kitchen entrance.\u0026nbsp; Glancing inside you can see a tasty looking sheep-girl reclining in a large ice-cream bowl and being drizzled with chocolate sauce and whipped cream by the chef.\u0026nbsp; A truly decadent dessert if ever you saw one.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe waitress regains your attention as she types a code into an electronic lock.\u0026nbsp; It would not do to have the main course run out the back.\u0026nbsp; The door opens revealing what looks like a large storeroom.\u0026nbsp; Not very romantic, but it does seem private.\u0026nbsp; You step inside and the door closes behind you.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It was easier getting you back here than I thought.\u0026nbsp; Now, I have a business proposition for you.\"\u0026nbsp; You tilt your lupine head in puzzlement at the change in the bunny-eared womans demeanor from flirty to businesslike.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I was waiting for someone like you to come in to the restaurant.\u0026nbsp; I need safe passage for two off the station, without a lot of questions and no Fleet entanglements.\u0026nbsp; I can pay, cash, half now and half on arrival.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou contemplate the request.\u0026nbsp; Pirates do not normally take on passengers, but you are intrigued.\u0026nbsp; Looking over her bodacious bunny body you can think of worse people to take a trip with.\u0026nbsp; Though she may find sharing a ship with a pirate crew more than she bargained for.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou take a moment to consider your reply.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"So who is this other person you want to take with you?\" you ask.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"She should be along shortly.\u0026nbsp; Having her along should not be a hardship, not for a big bad wolf like you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere is a knock at the other door, three quick and two slow, must be a code.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That would be her.\"\u0026nbsp; Speak of the devil.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bunny-girl waitress turns and walks over to the inner door that links the vore club to the store room, giving you another chance to check out that cottontail of hers.\u0026nbsp; She types in an access code, the door slides open.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA petite mouse-girl with platinum blond hair pokes her head in through the doorway then slips inside the storeroom.\u0026nbsp; The 20-something mouse-morph clocks in at under five feet, and in her tight fitting outfit could pass for a human gymnast if not for the mouse ears and tail.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe curvy bunny-girl steps behind the newcomer, one arm around her waist while the other strokes her hair and ears.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I was able to convince Cindy here that coming with me would be a better option than ending up as a tasty appetizer at a vore restaurant.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou get the feeling that there is more to the story than the bunny girl is saying.\u0026nbsp; Still you have to agree with her on one thing, Cindy sure does look tasty.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bunny-girl tightens her possessive grip on Cindy, pinning the mouse-girls arms.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I figured that I would have a better chance of reaching my destination if I brought something to sweeten the deal.\u0026nbsp; And I can tell you from experience that Cindy here is very sweet.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYour lupine ears prick up in surprise at this unexpected turn of events.\u0026nbsp; Just what sort of payment is the cute mouse-girl supposed to be?\u0026nbsp; The bunny eared girl clears up some of the mystery after giving the mouse-girl an affectionate squeeze.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I promised Cindy here I would find her a real predator to swallow her, not just some random restaurant customer.\u0026nbsp; A big bad wolf space-pirate fits the bill perfectly.\"\u0026nbsp; She nips gently at the smaller womans mouse ear, eliciting a delighted giggle.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh yes, he's perfect!\u0026nbsp; A big strong pred to gobble me up and make me part of him.\u0026nbsp; So how do you want to eat me Captain?\u0026nbsp; Head first or bottoms up?\"\u0026nbsp; She poses to show off her slim figure to best effect.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou fairly drool at the prospect of devouring the mouse-girl.\u0026nbsp; Who knows when such a tasty looking morsel will offer herself to you again.\u0026nbsp; Life is unpredictable, have dessert first.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Bottoms-up I think.\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh goodie,\" replies the mouse-girl, frantically striping off her clothing.\u0026nbsp; The bunny-girl assists her, helping to unwrap your treat.\u0026nbsp; Well she was working as a waitress when you met her, only fitting that she help serve up your meal.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCindy kneels on a flattened box with head down and rump raised, presenting you with some mouthwatering grade-A mouse-meat.\u0026nbsp; The bunny-girl gives one firm cheek a gentle smack (there is a last time for everything) before stripping off her shirt revealing her own delightful assets.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou kneel behind the mouse-girl.\u0026nbsp; You give each cheek a tasting lick and playful nip, prompting her to wiggle her hips most tantalizingly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe looks so good, you have half a mind to mount her.\u0026nbsp; Still her delicious taste has set your stomach to growling, and the bunny-girl waitress looks willing to help you burn off those Cindy calories.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Such a tasty mouse-girl, you are going to fill this wolfs belly nicely.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh yeah, make a meal out of me. Eat me!\" responds the eager mouse-girl.\u0026nbsp; Cloned prey-furs are weird, wanting so desperately to jump down a predator gullet.\u0026nbsp; Fortunately one seldom has to put up with the weirdness for long.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou start by taking the tip of Cindys mouse tail into your wolfish muzzle, slurping it up like spaghetti.\u0026nbsp; You then come to the main event, a scrumptious serving of mouse-meat.\u0026nbsp; You open your jaws wide and fasten your fanged maw around the bent over mouse-womans rump.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nChomp. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCindy squeaks at the sudden wet heat and pinprick pressure.\u0026nbsp; Stretching your mouth wide you work your way forward, taking her entire rear into your mouth.\u0026nbsp; Your tongue works at her creamy center, sending her over the top repeatedly.\u0026nbsp; Best part of a vorish meal.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThis position would be awkward with larger prey, but your black market V.O.R.E. nanotech enhancements let you stretch to take in the petite mouse-girl.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer rump squeezes into your throat as your jaws pin her thighs to her abdomen, knees pressed to breasts.\u0026nbsp; Her thigh meat tastes delightful sliding over your tongue.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYour prey firmly imbedded in your mouth, you grip her firmly in your clawed hands and lift her into the air, dangling feet leaving the ground forever.\u0026nbsp; You tilt your head back and let gravity help you swallow her hips down, breasts slipping into your maw.\u0026nbsp; She moans in delight at the feel of your rippling throat massaging her tender meat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer way clear, the bunny-girl waitress kneels in front of you and begins unbuckling your pants, evidently not satisfied with being a passive observer of this feast.\u0026nbsp; Nimble fingers first free your member and then grasp it, bunny-eared girl cooing in appreciation at its size before she takes it into her mouth.\u0026nbsp; She works at taking you to the root, swallowing your little soldier as she watches you swallow her lover.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer calves are forced to straighten out, framing her cute face as her platinum blonde head descends toward the hungry darkness.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes, yes, YES!\u0026nbsp; Eat me!\" exclaims your mouse eared snack as she vanishes down the hatch, head slipping into your maw.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer shoulders stretch your throat, trailed by upper arms, head (after an affectionate licking), slim calves, dainty feet, and curled toes.\u0026nbsp; Lastly only her hands are visible.\u0026nbsp; She gives the outside world one last wave goodbye before you make one more great swallow and she vanishes completely into the darkness.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGulp.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt this point you yourself go over the top and give the bunny-eared waitress her own treat, which she hungrily swallows.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCindy the mouse-meal slips down into your stomach and curls into a tight ball.\u0026nbsp; Looking down her outline makes a surprisingly small bulge for having a sentient inside you.\u0026nbsp; Feeling her movements within you figure she must be franticly trying to get herself off one last time.\u0026nbsp; The waitress strokes the wriggling outline under your fur and places one rabbit ear to your gut, listening to the faint gurgles and muffled moans.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat was a truly succulent snack.\u0026nbsp; A tasty and cooperative meal, not to mention an eager to please waitress.\u0026nbsp; Not harmed a bit by the lack of atmosphere in the storeroom.\u0026nbsp; There is just one nagging question.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat about dessert?\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Space Pirate Wolf","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/37011-tasty-treats-in-the-space-pirate-pantry.json"}}