{"sf1_id":549847,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Allison's Day Off","author":"AllisonTowers","words":1181,"posted_at":"2013-06-11T22:03:00.000Z","tags":["Fennec","Male","Raccoon","Vore (soft)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/549847-allison-s-day-off","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/549847","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=549847\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Om nom nom!\nA special vore written for and featuring my friend Benedict!\nYes, I ate him o3o\nAlso, FIFTY BONUS POINTS for quoting Margaret Thatcher in a vore story! :D\nAllison \u003c3","content":" Another lazy summer day off in the life of\nAllison Towers. The sunset beat a golden haze through the windows, speckled by\nshadows from the lush canopy hung over Allison's woodland home. Birds twittered\noutside and a breeze swam through the branches overhead. Allison had been\nkeeping himself busy with plenty of clients recently and he felt like he'd\nearned this day's break. But as the day drew on into evening, he started to\nfeel like his day was missing something. Replaying Spyro 2 had stopped giving\nhim a kick, so he shut it off and went on a stroll to find the key to his\ncomplete contentment. It was one of those desperate moments of boredom when\neverything in Allison's game collection looked unappealing and his film\ncollection even more so. The table-tennis table was still broken after a\nparticularly manic weekend a couple of months back and he didn't have anybody\nto play with anyway. Some company might be nice, he thought...but just then his\ntummy started rumbling and he knew he'd found what was missing. He dashed to\nhis kitchen and rummaged through drawers and cupboards and fridges, but he\ncould find nothing which would meet the approval of his appetite. He thought\nabout inviting someone over again - maybe they could bring food with them! Or\nmaybe even...\n His tummy gave a growl of approval. He could\ninvite a friend over and have them bring food, so why not have both in one neat\npackage? A devious grin shot across the raccoon's face, the kind of grin that\nstrikes fear into the hearts of those who have experienced the full extent of a\nraccoon's mischief. He dove for his phone and took it up, scrolling through his\ncontacts eagerly. A, B...perfect! A swipe of his thumb and the call was placed.\n \"Hey, hun! I know it's short notice, but\nwhy don't you come over to my den tonight? Maybe bring some pizza along and\nwe'll watch some films and have a real fun night!\" Allison's suggestion\nwas met with riotous approval and after some small-talk he terminated the call\nand dashed off for a shower. Everything was going to be perfect tonight! No\nsooner had he got dried off and donned his trademark tailorings than his guest\ncame a-knocking at his door. He pulled it open only to find his doorstep empty!\nIt took a few seconds of pondering before my mind clicked and realised again\nwho he'd invited. He tilted his head down and sure enough, there was the four\nfoot figure of Benedict Blitzkreig Teaglowmo-Suna, known as Benny to his\nfriends. The fennec fox's eyes sparkled under the blazing sunset and Allison\ncouldn't help but let out a \"D'aww!\" as he saw the stripy scarf\ncoiled around the fox's neck and the pizza boxes piled in his paws, a\nridiculous size compared to his body. He stepped into Allison's austere abode\nand sat down in front of Allison's sprawling entertainment system. The raccoon\nwas still busy pondering when the perfect time would be to begin his master\nplan and he decided to wait until after the first film. Hot Fuzz was a great\nchoice, a comedy to lighten the mood and make Benedict somewhat\nmore...suggestible.\n Soon enough the credits were rolling and\nAllison switched the film off. The ensuing silence allowed the satellite dishes\nthat the fennec called ears to hear the impatient growls of the raccoon's\nstomach. \"You wanna eat the pizzas, Allycoon?\"\n \"Nah, I'm sure they'll stay warm a little\nlonger,\" he replied.\n Benny tilted his head. \"You sure? You\nsound hungry, coon!\"\n \"Oh, I'm still gonna be eating! Just not\nthe pizza...\" The raccoon gave a sly wink and Benny lowered his large\nears, squeaking nervously.\n \"U-uh...coony...I brought pizza for you\neat! Dun eat me!\" Benny pleaded, but he could see that the coony was not\nfor turning.\n Allison grabbed the bitesize fennec under his\narms and held him on his lap. \"We'll have to have the pizzas for\nbreakfast, because I'm not letting you out until then!\" Another devious\ngrin grew across Allison's masked face and his lips peeled apart, giving Benny\na view of the slick tongue eager to taste him and the deep, dark throat he\nwould soon be calling home. With a growl of anticipation, Allison pulled the\nfuzzy morsel towards his gaping jaws. His aptitude for eating his friends meant\nthat Benny's head could fit in Allison's maw in one bite and he could feel the\ntongue probing and tasting his face, coating it in slimy saliva. The raccoon\nlifted his treat, watching as the large ears disappeared into his mouth and he\ncould feel the fox's muzzle poking the back of his throat. Benedict's senses\nwere suddenly overwhelmed as he felt his head being squashed into the\nconstricting darkness of Allison's oesophagus. Allison hummed in approval and\nclosed his eyes, easing his friend into his mouth and savouring every inch.\nBenny could only whimper and squirm as he was forced into being Allison's\nsupper. He felt his chest squeeze its way into the throat of the raccoon and he\ncould feel Allison rubbing his bulging neck. Allison felt the familiar\nsatisfaction of feeling completely full, taken to a whole new level when you\nhad your whole friend squirming around inside you. He pushed Benedict by the\nrump until the hips were inside his mouth and stopped - now came his favourite\npart! Benedict could feel his nose pushing past a ring of muscle into the\nexpanse of Allison's stomach and he squeaked at the sensation of freedom,\nsquirming when he felt himself stopping. Allison took a deep breath and in one\nquick movement he tipped his head back. His mouth and throat aligned and\ncreated a direct channel to his stomach and now he only had to let gravity\nslide the slender legs of the fennec down into his belly. The feeling of those\nlegs sliding down faster than the rest, the fluffy fur tickling against every\ninch of his gullet, the bloating sensation as the fox was crammed into his\nbelly pouch, it was indescribable! Soon the fox was completely inside, almost.\nAllison only had to slurp up the fox's extravagantly long tail like spaghetti\nand soon enough the whole fennec fox was inside him, curled up in his belly.\n Benny's head was still spinning from the\nexperience; it was certainly not what he had been expecting from the 'real fun\nnight'. Allison just let his head fall back and sighed happily, not realising\nhe was even letting out little chirps of pleasure. Both his paws fell to his\nbulbous belly and rubbed it back and forth, feeling the fox squirm and wriggle\nin response. He pushed in at his tummy and felt his paw boop the fox inside,\nand as he pulled away he saw the fox return the boop, making a little bulge on\nhis belly. He giggled and smiled, putting the next film on. His day off was\nfinally complete and he felt utter contentment in his heart and in his stomach."}