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More from Kishara~
Part 2 of the series! This time, Kishara needs Fresh to nom down on someone. What a good partner!
Fresh and Kishara ©
Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26170103/
Morning sunlight shone above the city streets, the day off to a quiet start. The warm light of the sun’s rays gleaned through one apartment window, much to the dismay of Fresh. The fox rustled from his sleep, not wanting to wake up after a long night. Yet he struggled out of bed as he heard noise coming from the other room, which he knew meant his partner was already up. With a loud yawn, he dragged his feet out of bed and left the bedroom.
Kishara hummed softly as she put the clean dishes away. The cheerful snow leopard was already up and dressed, though she usually wasn’t such an early riser. A loud buzz came from her phone; a text that brought a smile to her muzzle. As she finished putting the dishes away, Fresh slowly shuffled out of their bedroom, still looking groggy.
“Good morning, Fresh!” Kishara walked over to him and gave him a tight hug, one which he slowly but lovingly returned. “I was just getting ready to wake you. Did you have fun being a balloon last night?” She giggled as she thought of last night. Kishara had inflated the fox so full of helium to the point where his bloated, spherical body burst apart, leaving nothing but scraps of orange and white fur.
“Could’ve done without the pop, but kind of.” Fresh shook his head at the memory. Though he didn’t like to admit it, the fox enjoyed being inflated, and even more so when with Kishara. It always made her happy, so he was more than willing to oblige. “Did you at least get the drawings done?” She had asked him to be her inflated model, and he was at least reluctantly willing to help.
“I’ve done the sketches for all of them and finished coloring and shading the first!” She smiled widely and hugged even tighter, enjoying the warmth and feel of the fox’s fur against her own black-spotted grey and white hide. “But really, thanks for your help. I know I could have just looked up someone else inflating, but I just really like doing stuff with you, even weird or silly stuff like this.”
“Any time, Kishara. I really do love seeing you happy, and if that means becoming a balloon, then I’ll be the best balloon I can be.” Fresh blushed as she planted a quick kiss on his cheek and continued to hold him. A loud gurgle emanated from his stomach as the two held each other close, a reminder of how much energy it took his body to reform after popping. He blushed again as he broke off their embrace.
“Oh, that reminds me!” Kishara’s eyes lit up as she remembered. “We need to get to the art building on campus now.”
“But we don’t have classes today. And I really need to eat something.” Fresh started walking to the kitchen.
“I know! But we’ve really got to go now. And I promise we’ll get something to eat there. Come on, get dressed and let’s go.” Kishara was already throwing his keys at him and grabbing her bag and tablet. Fresh just sighed and did as he was asked, getting dressed and walking to his car. He held the door open as Kishara stepped into the passenger seat, much like a true gentleman, and got in on the other side right after.
“So, why do we have to get to campus now?” Fresh asked as he pulled out of their building’s lot.
“We’ve got to meet someone there. Another model.” Kishara replied as he drove.
“So, it’s a group pic. What exactly do you need me to do for this one?”
“It’s a vore pic.” She giggled as she spoke, already picturing the scenario.
“Are you kidding me? I just popped yesterday, I don’t want to spend today being someone’s meal.” Fresh’s voice sounded much gruffer than usual.
“Oh, don’t worry! You’re the predator in this one.” Fresh remained silent at the news, unsure what to think. “Don’t give me that! I know you enjoy it.” Kishara spoke with a teasing tone, causing Fresh to growl under his breath. It wasn’t something he thought he’d enjoy and something he very rarely did, but the fox did like to eat others occasionally. And the mere though with his empty stomach made his eyes light up and his mouth water. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kishara smiled smugly as she watched his expression change.
“OK, fine, I like it and I’ll do it.” Fresh sighed in defeat.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
“But does the other model know that I’m going to eat him?”
“Well, no. But I do know how we can do this to keep them surprised. Nothing quite like the face prey makes when they realize they’re about to be eaten.” Kishara laughed as she began to break down the plan. “Just follow my instructions and we’re good!” The snow leopard explained exactly what Fresh had to do as he pulled into the building’s nearly empty parking lot. The couple walked up a few flights of stairs to the art studio Kishara had asked the other model to meet at. Waiting there was a tall, handsome, spotted Beagle.
“Finally, you showed up. Took you long enough.” The beagle spoke with an obnoxious tone.
“Yes, I’m so sorry for making you wait.” Kishara apologized as she bowed politely.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” He walked into the unlocked art studio leaving both Fresh and Kishara behind.
“You had to get a model like this?” Fresh whispered.
“Commissioner wanted you to eat a dog! And he was the first to reply to my post and volunteered for only twenty bucks.” Kishara whispered apologetically. “Least I already paid him.”
“Let’s go already!” The beagle called out from inside the room.
“At least I won’t feel bad about eating him.” The pair walked inside after the beagle, shutting the door behind them. Fresh and the beagle walked onto the central platform as Kishara sat down at one of the desks, tablet at the ready.
“Thank you both for agreeing to do this. Sir,” Kishara looked at the beagle, “I need you to get on your knees and bow. And keep your paws above your head and pressed together like if you were praying.” The beagle did so with a scowl on his face. “Alright, perfect. Hold that pose until I say so. Now Fresh, I need you to stand in front of him, arms crossed and looking furious.” Fresh stood as he was told and put on the angriest face he could, which looked much more menacing than angry.
“Ooh, I like that. Just keep those poses for a bit. This won’t take long.” Kishara started drawing rapidly on her tablet. The beagle kept a low growl but remained in the strange pose. Fresh kept looking down at the beagle in front of him, waiting until he could put him in his gut. After holding the pose for a few minutes, Kishara breathed a sigh of relief.
“OK, that’s done. Sir, I need you to stay like that for a little longer. And Fresh, I told you what you need to do now.” She winked over at him, making sure the beagle didn’t see. “You ready?” Fresh eagerly nodded, his stomach growling at the thought of his meal. “OK, good. Let’s start then.”
Fresh licked his lips as he walked over to the dog, who was still kneeling with head facing down. In one swift motion, the fox grabbed the dog’s paws and stuffed them into his wide-open mouth. His warm saliva coated it quickly, prompting the dog to finally look up.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE—” The dog’s cry was interrupted as Fresh stuffed his entire head into his maw. The dog squirmed and struggled, but to no avail as the fox continued to gulp him down.
“Slow down, I need to get a good sketch!” Kishara called out. Fresh did as he was told and swallowed both harder and slower, savoring the unique flavor. A massive bulge formed in the fox’s neck as the dog’s arm and head slid down his throat. With another hearty gulp, the dog’s neck and shoulders were inside the Fresh’s mouth. Loud whimpers could be heard but were snuffed as he started to slide into the fox’s stomach. Fresh’s stomach slowly started to bulge outwards as the dog’s head slid inside, his shirt barely stretching as his white fur peered out from beneath.
“OK, speed up again, but slow down when you get to his legs!” Fresh took his girlfriend’s words in excitedly. His prey still struggled, doing everything he could to pull out of his throat. Fresh lifted what was left of the dog and held it up, gulping down hard. His tongue rolled over the dog’s chest, the fur tickling it as the warm taste only grew stronger. The large white-furred bulge of Fresh’s stomach was now partially visible as his shirt sat halfway above it, leaving the bottom half of his stuffed belly exposed.
A few more gulps and all that remained of the beagle were his kicking legs and wildly flopping tail. As Kishara had asked, Fresh held the legs above himself with his head turned up but didn’t swallow. Instead, he let them flail around and tried to admire his massive belly, slowly rubbing the massive white-furred sphere attached to his body. Meanwhile, inside his gut, the dog was whimpering and cursing loudly. He rammed the side of his fleshy prison, trying to irritate it enough to force him to be spit out.
“And we’re good on this sketch too! Finish him up!” Kishara called out happily again. Fresh wasted no time as he gulped down the dog’s legs and tail. The heavy weight of the dog fully fell into the fox’s stomach, his belly now sticking out three feet. His shirt ripped a little bit from his massive gut, which was still squirming from the prey moving inside. Fresh stood still for bit as Kishara continued to sketch him, paying great attention to his moving gut as the dog struggled.
“Well, how do I look?” Fresh let out a hearty belch, blushing shortly after. He stuck out his belly out and let it shake, agitating the dog inside who continued to cause him to wobble.
“Perfect.” Kishara put her drawing tablet away and walked up to Fresh, gently hugging his stuffed gut. “You really do make for a great model, Fresh.”
“I’m happy to help you, Kishara.” He attempted to hug her as best as he could, but his stomach got in the way. “You’re done with this sequence, right?”
“Not just yet. I need to do one more picture of you later, after you’ve digested this guy.” She patted his wiggling belly. “The commissioner wanted a final picture of their character nice and chubby.”
“No problem at all then. But you’ve got to drive home.” Fresh smiled as he waddles slowly out the door of the studio, his belly grazing the side of the door frame. He reached into his pocket to give her the keys.
“You didn’t mind doing this?” Kishara grabbed both the keys and his hand,
“Not at all. He was delicious.” The loving couple walked off, awaiting the results of the living meal.
Fresh and Kishara ©
Part 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26170103/
Morning sunlight shone above the city streets, the day off to a quiet start. The warm light of the sun’s rays gleaned through one apartment window, much to the dismay of Fresh. The fox rustled from his sleep, not wanting to wake up after a long night. Yet he struggled out of bed as he heard noise coming from the other room, which he knew meant his partner was already up. With a loud yawn, he dragged his feet out of bed and left the bedroom.
Kishara hummed softly as she put the clean dishes away. The cheerful snow leopard was already up and dressed, though she usually wasn’t such an early riser. A loud buzz came from her phone; a text that brought a smile to her muzzle. As she finished putting the dishes away, Fresh slowly shuffled out of their bedroom, still looking groggy.
“Good morning, Fresh!” Kishara walked over to him and gave him a tight hug, one which he slowly but lovingly returned. “I was just getting ready to wake you. Did you have fun being a balloon last night?” She giggled as she thought of last night. Kishara had inflated the fox so full of helium to the point where his bloated, spherical body burst apart, leaving nothing but scraps of orange and white fur.
“Could’ve done without the pop, but kind of.” Fresh shook his head at the memory. Though he didn’t like to admit it, the fox enjoyed being inflated, and even more so when with Kishara. It always made her happy, so he was more than willing to oblige. “Did you at least get the drawings done?” She had asked him to be her inflated model, and he was at least reluctantly willing to help.
“I’ve done the sketches for all of them and finished coloring and shading the first!” She smiled widely and hugged even tighter, enjoying the warmth and feel of the fox’s fur against her own black-spotted grey and white hide. “But really, thanks for your help. I know I could have just looked up someone else inflating, but I just really like doing stuff with you, even weird or silly stuff like this.”
“Any time, Kishara. I really do love seeing you happy, and if that means becoming a balloon, then I’ll be the best balloon I can be.” Fresh blushed as she planted a quick kiss on his cheek and continued to hold him. A loud gurgle emanated from his stomach as the two held each other close, a reminder of how much energy it took his body to reform after popping. He blushed again as he broke off their embrace.
“Oh, that reminds me!” Kishara’s eyes lit up as she remembered. “We need to get to the art building on campus now.”
“But we don’t have classes today. And I really need to eat something.” Fresh started walking to the kitchen.
“I know! But we’ve really got to go now. And I promise we’ll get something to eat there. Come on, get dressed and let’s go.” Kishara was already throwing his keys at him and grabbing her bag and tablet. Fresh just sighed and did as he was asked, getting dressed and walking to his car. He held the door open as Kishara stepped into the passenger seat, much like a true gentleman, and got in on the other side right after.
“So, why do we have to get to campus now?” Fresh asked as he pulled out of their building’s lot.
“We’ve got to meet someone there. Another model.” Kishara replied as he drove.
“So, it’s a group pic. What exactly do you need me to do for this one?”
“It’s a vore pic.” She giggled as she spoke, already picturing the scenario.
“Are you kidding me? I just popped yesterday, I don’t want to spend today being someone’s meal.” Fresh’s voice sounded much gruffer than usual.
“Oh, don’t worry! You’re the predator in this one.” Fresh remained silent at the news, unsure what to think. “Don’t give me that! I know you enjoy it.” Kishara spoke with a teasing tone, causing Fresh to growl under his breath. It wasn’t something he thought he’d enjoy and something he very rarely did, but the fox did like to eat others occasionally. And the mere though with his empty stomach made his eyes light up and his mouth water. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Kishara smiled smugly as she watched his expression change.
“OK, fine, I like it and I’ll do it.” Fresh sighed in defeat.
“Thanks, sweetie.”
“But does the other model know that I’m going to eat him?”
“Well, no. But I do know how we can do this to keep them surprised. Nothing quite like the face prey makes when they realize they’re about to be eaten.” Kishara laughed as she began to break down the plan. “Just follow my instructions and we’re good!” The snow leopard explained exactly what Fresh had to do as he pulled into the building’s nearly empty parking lot. The couple walked up a few flights of stairs to the art studio Kishara had asked the other model to meet at. Waiting there was a tall, handsome, spotted Beagle.
“Finally, you showed up. Took you long enough.” The beagle spoke with an obnoxious tone.
“Yes, I’m so sorry for making you wait.” Kishara apologized as she bowed politely.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” He walked into the unlocked art studio leaving both Fresh and Kishara behind.
“You had to get a model like this?” Fresh whispered.
“Commissioner wanted you to eat a dog! And he was the first to reply to my post and volunteered for only twenty bucks.” Kishara whispered apologetically. “Least I already paid him.”
“Let’s go already!” The beagle called out from inside the room.
“At least I won’t feel bad about eating him.” The pair walked inside after the beagle, shutting the door behind them. Fresh and the beagle walked onto the central platform as Kishara sat down at one of the desks, tablet at the ready.
“Thank you both for agreeing to do this. Sir,” Kishara looked at the beagle, “I need you to get on your knees and bow. And keep your paws above your head and pressed together like if you were praying.” The beagle did so with a scowl on his face. “Alright, perfect. Hold that pose until I say so. Now Fresh, I need you to stand in front of him, arms crossed and looking furious.” Fresh stood as he was told and put on the angriest face he could, which looked much more menacing than angry.
“Ooh, I like that. Just keep those poses for a bit. This won’t take long.” Kishara started drawing rapidly on her tablet. The beagle kept a low growl but remained in the strange pose. Fresh kept looking down at the beagle in front of him, waiting until he could put him in his gut. After holding the pose for a few minutes, Kishara breathed a sigh of relief.
“OK, that’s done. Sir, I need you to stay like that for a little longer. And Fresh, I told you what you need to do now.” She winked over at him, making sure the beagle didn’t see. “You ready?” Fresh eagerly nodded, his stomach growling at the thought of his meal. “OK, good. Let’s start then.”
Fresh licked his lips as he walked over to the dog, who was still kneeling with head facing down. In one swift motion, the fox grabbed the dog’s paws and stuffed them into his wide-open mouth. His warm saliva coated it quickly, prompting the dog to finally look up.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE—” The dog’s cry was interrupted as Fresh stuffed his entire head into his maw. The dog squirmed and struggled, but to no avail as the fox continued to gulp him down.
“Slow down, I need to get a good sketch!” Kishara called out. Fresh did as he was told and swallowed both harder and slower, savoring the unique flavor. A massive bulge formed in the fox’s neck as the dog’s arm and head slid down his throat. With another hearty gulp, the dog’s neck and shoulders were inside the Fresh’s mouth. Loud whimpers could be heard but were snuffed as he started to slide into the fox’s stomach. Fresh’s stomach slowly started to bulge outwards as the dog’s head slid inside, his shirt barely stretching as his white fur peered out from beneath.
“OK, speed up again, but slow down when you get to his legs!” Fresh took his girlfriend’s words in excitedly. His prey still struggled, doing everything he could to pull out of his throat. Fresh lifted what was left of the dog and held it up, gulping down hard. His tongue rolled over the dog’s chest, the fur tickling it as the warm taste only grew stronger. The large white-furred bulge of Fresh’s stomach was now partially visible as his shirt sat halfway above it, leaving the bottom half of his stuffed belly exposed.
A few more gulps and all that remained of the beagle were his kicking legs and wildly flopping tail. As Kishara had asked, Fresh held the legs above himself with his head turned up but didn’t swallow. Instead, he let them flail around and tried to admire his massive belly, slowly rubbing the massive white-furred sphere attached to his body. Meanwhile, inside his gut, the dog was whimpering and cursing loudly. He rammed the side of his fleshy prison, trying to irritate it enough to force him to be spit out.
“And we’re good on this sketch too! Finish him up!” Kishara called out happily again. Fresh wasted no time as he gulped down the dog’s legs and tail. The heavy weight of the dog fully fell into the fox’s stomach, his belly now sticking out three feet. His shirt ripped a little bit from his massive gut, which was still squirming from the prey moving inside. Fresh stood still for bit as Kishara continued to sketch him, paying great attention to his moving gut as the dog struggled.
“Well, how do I look?” Fresh let out a hearty belch, blushing shortly after. He stuck out his belly out and let it shake, agitating the dog inside who continued to cause him to wobble.
“Perfect.” Kishara put her drawing tablet away and walked up to Fresh, gently hugging his stuffed gut. “You really do make for a great model, Fresh.”
“I’m happy to help you, Kishara.” He attempted to hug her as best as he could, but his stomach got in the way. “You’re done with this sequence, right?”
“Not just yet. I need to do one more picture of you later, after you’ve digested this guy.” She patted his wiggling belly. “The commissioner wanted a final picture of their character nice and chubby.”
“No problem at all then. But you’ve got to drive home.” Fresh smiled as he waddles slowly out the door of the studio, his belly grazing the side of the door frame. He reached into his pocket to give her the keys.
“You didn’t mind doing this?” Kishara grabbed both the keys and his hand,
“Not at all. He was delicious.” The loving couple walked off, awaiting the results of the living meal.
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