it sure is a cute sandwich :3 and you looks delicious ;3 (i mean because you looks handsome in there) x3

*blushes so deeply that you can't tell his face from the tomatoes*

So many jokes and filling buns with meat...

Just because I'm naked and the buns look to be weiner-sized, you go right to... er, n-nevermind.

"Hold the onions." "... Not what I meant."

Onion odor is _so_ hard to get out of fur! *onion weeping*

Hmm to start at the feet and let you watch, or start at the head and enjoy a calm meal.

Start at the feet. I wanna experience all that being a sandwich entails! ... That... that sounded weird.

Uh......I don't know what to say here....uh....yeah.

*chuckle* Either way, we're discussing which way to devour someone you know, so it's gonna be weird and/or silly however you tackle the subject.

Since I'm assuming your internal structure at this point is more akin to a hot dog, at this point, a clean bite through your ankles will elicit a certain amount of wonder as you watch a piece of you being savored in someone's mouth. Back and forth taking in the meaty flavors, of a coyote that has willing given itself to me, no long considered a sentient being, but a food morsel that wait to be sent to my awaiting stomach piece by piece. Most would probably try running at this point, for the gullet is usually a point of no return. As I slowly work the piece of the coyote down to the back of my throat, I let it decent through hole. I look and see the wonder in the coyote's eyes as a piece is sent on it's journey under my fur, knowing that soon the rest of him shall follow, because to him this is just a natural course of life for food which he usually experiences from the other vantage point. I go in for another bite this time , this time watching his reaction to my teeth slow sliding up his body. A bite right before his low abdomen, catching some of the bedding the not quite a wolf has laid in tomatoes, cheese, and some lettuce for good measure. Have to have some rufage in my other meat filled diet. His legs are like little sausage, now to be rolled around an savored. Truth is I wouldn't have turned this snack even if he had protested, he had set himself up so nicely that I just couldn't refuse his offer. Though if he had tried to make an escape a much quick trip to belly fat would have been his fate, but that is not the case, I get to give him some pleasure before plunging his world into my own. His legs are turning to mush in my mouth as a chew, seeing him wince a little, not out of pain, but enjoyment of watch each lump pass my food tube, to become protein and fuel for my hungry body. Soon the last of his legs travel down my throat. I decide his arms are the next. I move my tounge from behind the cage of teeth and wrap it around one arm and pull, it disconnects from the body and I follow suit with the other. Now the coyote's fate is sealed, no chance of escape, not like I would have let him. His arms are like spaghetti made out meat, so I slurp them quicker than the legs, for those appendages were just appetizers, the upper body and the head are the true meal. I watch him quaking, remembering what he said "i want the full experience", so I thought he isn't going anywhere, but I got a train to catch home. So I wrap up the sandwich and put him into my hoodie's pocket, knowing he will be able to hear all the contents of my stomach sloshing around while the subway winds around corners. It lurches to a stop and I give gingerly make my way off the platform, and hearing the train zoom off into the black hole of the tunnel, just like I was about to do with the rest of the coyote laying down in the pocket about waist high. Being careful when I got home, I unwrapped the prisoner, and propped him up a little. Deciding I might want to wash him down with, I open my fridge and pour myself a festive drink of egg nog. Sure a strange combination, but it is only around this time of year does this golden liquid comes out. Picking up the coyote I put his ear right next to my throat and took a chug of the nog, letting him hear every little drop run down my throat. All I could tell from his face, he was longing to join the acidic bath that was forming in my stomach. I picked up the pace of eating, I savagely bit right through where the bottom of his rib cage would sit. Chewing with my mouth open so he could watch himself turned it little lumps, being a wolf, I don't usually take this long to eat meat, but this was a special treat, no need to speed through the sensational meal. I carefully take my next bite severing his head from what remained of his body, picking it up and putting it on a plate in front of me. I chewed a little and held out my tounge, the bun and everything else looking most uniform on my red muscle. I retract my tounge and swallow the contents which were on it. "Now comes the fun part mr. Coyote," I said with a devilish grin. I pick up his head spinning it around, "where to start from" giving his nose a lick. "I know why not the ears, not like you be needing them" I nibbled away at his delicate ears, right down to his skull. I want to give him a show, so I put his muzzle right on my teeth, his eyes merely millimeters from my well kept fangs, I meticulously bite down, hearing a little whimper, but soon even his muzzle joined the rest of his now goo like body sloshing in my stomach. "Well bottoms up, or in case, bottoms down" as I tossed his head in the air and catching it my jaws. I tease him rolling his head through my mouth, introducing him to each tooth. I feel the ball of meat lose its shape and I send the past of him to the smelly pit below. I finish my egg nog, and wipe off my own muzzle. Such a tiring meal, I slip out of my clothes and make my way to bed, a good meal should always be followed by a good nap.