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Sighing, Roy left the apartment, ignoring the letter that fluttered down from the door and the words “EVICTION NOTICE" in bright red ink on it. He'd need to find a new apartment soon, but no one had been stupid enough to let him inside yet. Rubbing his jaw, Roy started off down the hall. If it came to it he'd have to force his way in somewhere, and that might get him chased out. He'd haunted this building for long enough anyway, the residents were probably starting to talk.

It would be a shame to clean off his tallies for a new building, but if there's no more to be had then might as well. “I'll try for one more day then head somewhere else." Roy thought to himself as he came to the elevator, gazing at the buttons. He was only on the tenth floor right now, and anything above the 90th would be too risky, given they were penthouses. You needed a special keycard to even get the elevator to take you to one, and he hadn't managed to swipe one.

Pressing the up button, he resigned himself to another empty day of endless locked doors. It was always easiest when he first got into a building, someone leaving their door unlocked to get the mail, or believing he was actually the pizza guy. It had taken him awhile to snag a solid shirt that fit him, usually they went down with the delivery driver and no one believed him if the shirt was filled with acid holes.

The elevator dinged open while he was lost in thought, revealing a mostly empty cube, occupied by one arctic fox leaning against the left wall, absorbed in her phone with thumbs flapping so fast they almost looked like a blur. Roy considered the opportunity as he stepped into the elevator, giving her the side eye as he pressed a random button on the elevator panel. In her light blue crop-top and black leggings, the white-furred fox did cut a tantalizing figure… but he didn't know if she had her room key somewhere he could grab. It might be in the purse she carried, but that was a gamble.

“It would just be food for food's sake, and I've got a goal today." Roy thought to himself, idly returning his gaze to the elevator panel to see which button he'd pressed. “Forty-second huh… I guess it's as good a place to start as any." Idly gazing at the board, he noticed only one other button was lit. His eyes widened and he was shocked into clarity at the sight of the “100" button glowing faintly. His gaze darted back to the fox then up to the floor counter that read “24…25…26…"

He didn't have much longer to act, she'd know something was off as soon as he didn't leave at 42. Dropping any pretense he stared her up and down, considering his options. He'd have to get the purse off her and hope the room card wasn't in her pockets. Just as she felt his gaze and glanced up, he struck. Roy smacked her phone out of her grip with his left hand and pinned her other arm with his right, fitting her head between her jaws before she could scream.

Her belated scream was heavily muffled as it vibrated through Roy's esophagus. He pressed her against the wall with his soon-to-be larger gut, pinning her midsection as he tore her purse off her arm with his left hand. Pinning that arm as well he began to swallow hard, bulging out his throat with her head. A faint vanilla taste flooded his mouth with saliva as he gulped again, stuffing her down his throat with force. With his hands gripped around her arms and sides he hefted her up the wall, leaving her kicking legs waving uselessly. He thought he could hear curses and insults from her as he swallowed again, her chest slipping into his ravenous maw.

DING ker-shhhhhunk The doors opened as the elevator reached the first of its two destinations. Roy's gaze shot to the opened door, where a small raccoon stood, their eyes like dinner plates. Unable to speak to explain himself, Roy let his lips draw back in a snarl. Despite the struggling obstruction in his throat making the accompanying growl sound strangled, it was enough to send the raccoon bolting away. Alone with his prey once again, Roy returned to his meal as the elevator doors slid closed and it began moving up again.

Another strong swallow pulled the white fox's midsection in, Roy savoring the opportunity to taste her vanilla flavor again. Slathering her belly only made it easier for Roy to slurp her down into his own. As her head reached his gut her flailing intensified, one of her feet finally finding purchase on the wall. With a strong kick she accidentally shoved herself in deeper, her hips impacting the back of Roy's throat. He spent a moment gagging before instinct took back over, gulping down her narrow hips and easily slurping her legs down behind them.

“Agh, did you have to force-feed me like that?" Roy asked, gazing down at his bloated gut, enjoying the full, thrashing meal inside. The fox sagged his gut down beneath the hem of his hoodie, and Roy took the opportunity to rub the sides of his gut. He barely paid any attention to the angry, muffled shouts coming from inside. Pressing in and lifting his gut slightly, he took pleasure in the fact he'd be able to add a 34th tally to the outside. A particularly strong jab from his inside struck his hand, knocking it away.

“Hey, you wanna play rough?" Stepping forward, Roy slams his gut against the elevator wall the fox was leaning against, smashing her between a dragon and a hard place. He reveled in the feeling of her squirms and shouts against his insides, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips back and forth to tenderize his meat. Reaching under his gut to hug it up, he compressed her upward too, squeezing her from all sides evenly as her fight quickly died down. A gurgle rose through his throat and turned into a belch, the noise almost deafening in the small box.

DING ker-shhhhhunk Almost immediately after the last echo the elevator door slid open again, making Roy look over in slight surprise. He licked his chops and started to head towards the interior of the top-floor penthouse, forgetting about the weakened struggles of his meal in favor of the interior he saw. Just as he stepped into the door, a shorter red fox jumped out, with a shout of “SURPRISE!!" It ended in a choked yelp as she surprised not the arctic fox she was expecting, but a much bigger dragon with room in his gut for one more.

The shout took Roy aback, and for a moment they stared at each other, frozen. The red fox's eyes kept darting between Roy's and his bloated gut, faint struggles shaking the surface from within. Roy's mouth began to water at the dessert before him, the fox's chubby form dressed in naught but a black lacy bra and matching panties. She clearly meant herself a sexy surprise, but now she was a delicious one instead. Roy slowly took a step forward as the food-to-be stuttered and squeaked, frozen in surprise and fear.

“A-A-A-Alice?" Stammered the small fox, her eyes locked on Roy's slowly smoothing gut. As Roy lifted his back foot to take another step her instinct finally kicked in and she turned to bolt. Even faster, Roy pounced, launching his massive form forward with a leap that shook the floor and rattled the rooms below. His claws closed around both of her ankles just as he slammed down onto his gut. The struggles inside his gut stopped completely alongside the impact, but Roy was too focused on the curvy thighs and ass right in front of his nose to notice.

Already stuffing his mouth with her feet, he reached up and grabbed her hips to pull in time with his swallows. Soon her thick thighs were stretching out his maw, and even sooner his throat. He licked every inch his tongue could reach with delight, savoring the wonderful orange taste she filled his maw with. The flavor combined with the vanilla taste still left in his mouth, making her even more delicious than she looked. His ravenous gulps were met with no immediate struggle from the red fox, the impact with the floor having knocked the wind from her.

Roy didn't hesitate to let his teeth sink in, nibbling his way up her thighs with each tug and swallow, the shorter meal posing a slight challenge as he reached her pillowy rear. Refusing to stop, the insatiable dragon loved the feeling of his throat stretched around such a fattening meal. Only once his teeth sank into her ass did the red fox jolt back to reality, trying to twist around and see what was happening. It was all she could do to whimper, pathetically trying to kick her legs and weakly attempting to pry Roy's claws from their new grip around her waist.

“P-Please stop…" She whined, ears laying back as another gulp dragged her deeper. “I-I won't mention anything about Alice, I'll e-even give you the elevator key!! Just please let me go…" She trailed off , whimpering again as Roy stuffed her entire ass into his mouth, tongue running wild over her exposed fur. He grabbed her hands and slurped them into his maw as well, throat stretching around her pliable cheeks with practiced ease. Peristalsis worked overtime on such a massive obstruction, and she began to slide backward startlingly quick.

“No.. no no nonoNO NOOO!!" With a burst of vigor she started to thrash her whole body violently, her legs sloshing and kicking an unmoving form as she struggled to remove her hands from Roy's throat. His hands grabbed her face, working with his body's natural coaxing to stuff her deeper, not stopping for even a taste of her chest or face. With a clack he sealed off her last scream, and delivered a finishing gulp. The feeling of a head sliding down his throat with his final gulp sent shivers through Roy's body, leaving him panting as his maw was cleared.

“That was… delicious…" He sighed, rolling over onto his back. His gut rocked and sloshed, yelling and screaming adding to the chorus. He sprawled out on the floor, savoring the unexpectedly immense gut his apartment raid had left him. His belly shook side to side as one occupant shook another, but by now the chorus of healthy digestion drowned out any speech from within. Roy belched again, rattling the furniture of his new apartment and tightening his gut around the first meal he was having inside it. It wasn't long after that movement within ceased, much to his disappointment.

“Aw, you're done? I thought the two of you would have more fight, but I guess you're the exception." Poking and rubbing his gut, he sloshed around the contents to enjoy the feeling, adding more whimpers to the digestive chorus. “Ah well, food is food with or without fight." Leaning over, he planted his hands on the floor for balance, and reared up, getting his feet under him and standing. His gut slowed him down more thanks to the size than the weight, and the sudden motion stirred the contents chaotically. Panicked flails were the response from the still conscious meat as she tried to re-right herself in the stew of fox chyme. The motions stirred up another burp, which released a light blue crop top and a black lace bra to splat on the floor.

“Ahh, see, there you are. Wouldn't mind you doing that again, if you've got it in you." Letting his gut slosh freely under his bunched up hoodie, Roy explored his new accommodations, grinning as he found a room keycard in one of the night stands. With the most important discovery settled, he dropped heavily onto the king size mattress, his massive gut rounded and gurgling happily. Tossing his hoodie aside, he rubbed and sloshed his gut thoroughly. There was no movement from within aside from the churns he rocked up, whether either of them was conscious or not.

“I think I'll have to try and do something about that raccoon next…" Roy mused, digging in his pockets for the marker he always kept on him. The tip squeaked across his scales as he laid the couple to rest behind 33 of their predecessors from the lower floors. Setting the marker on his nightstand, Roy leaned back against the mountain of pillows and let his bloated middle rest between his legs. Slowly dozing off, the pleasurable feeling radiating from his gut left him more than happy with today's hunt, and it wasn't even noon!

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The golden retriever gathered up the scattered items in the elevator, placing them all back into the purse. Shaking his head as he walked out into the lobby, he stopped by the receptionist to drop them off at lost and found. Some people just had no respect for their possessions, if someone else had found that purse the owner might be in serious trouble!

Vore (soft),Dragon,Fox,Digestion,M/F/F,Forced