TheTWFZ - Blue wolf (Fat wolf)
 rivin2e - Blue doggo (Autor the story)
 TheMikeFox - Blue fox (Barkeeper)
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At the bar

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It had been a long time coming, but after years of work, Mike had one of the best going nightclubs in the town. Funny enough, he had named it “Club Fox.” Because of that name, it had quickly become a place for foxes to come and hang out every night, having quite a good party and dance.

“Hi hi, welcome,” Mike called out from the bar as more and more patrons entered. A multitude of foxes where here tonight. All sizes, colors, even a few in those weird shapes. None where quite as pronounced as the blue fox managing the bar. Even though the night was young, Mike could tell it was going to be a night to remember.

Mike placed glasses and various drinks in front of people at the bar. He even noticed a few new faces today, as well as a raccoon, cat, and a weasel. For as many people that where around the bar, there was at least three times as many on the dance floor. Already the bar’s tip jar was filling up. Mike was right in his thoughts, it was going to be a good night.

“Marco, good to see ya again,” Mike called out to one of the many foxes hanging out at the bar. He slid a glass over to the green furred critter who quickly picked up the cup, raising it up in a cheers before turning around and walking back towards the dance floor. Mike nodded at the sight. His club, lightly slowly changing colors in beat with the music playing, the large group of people dancing, drinking, or just chatting to one another. Everything was going just fine.

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On the outside, two canines where browsing through the downtown attractions. Going from place to place, the too inspected the names of various clubs and other shops. The pointed here and there, having little discussions about the names or looks of places, seeming to debate with one another on which one they should go to.

“How about that one? Howl Night?”

“Nah, too cheesy of a name.”

“What about Canine-er?”

“Same deal, its just stupid play on words. All thought, I am getting a bit hungry.”

“Hungry? So, the predator bar?”

“Right idea, who place. I think we should pay a visit to the fox club.”

“Now that is a good idea,” Rivin said with a smirk, already wanting to lick over his lips at the thought of fox for dinner.
The laws on predation weren't exactly clear in society, but in short, it was legal and heavily frowned upon. Private groups had their own security to stop such things at clubs, and on the flip side, there where group who specifically trafficked certain preys for high paying predators. There where even some clubs specifically set up for it, though the trill from being a predator wasn't normally found at these places, hints why the two canines where making their way towards Club Fox.

As it was Club Fox never saw large canines such as wolves, let alone a wild dog. It was home to smaller types, and somehow, had slid under the radar of all the predators in the city. Not a single, reported, issue of predation in the years it had been open. If anything they would be the first to make a great impact on this club, and no doubt, the first of many to come, assuming the club stayed open after that. There was a bit a surprise for the two canines as they came up to the door, finding it void of a bouncer of any kind.

“Look, it going to be easy, we can just walk right in,” Rivin chuckled, gesturing towards the door.

“Leave it to a bunch of foxes to forget a guard out front.”

“well then, after you wolf,” the dog said while pulling the large door open.

“Why thank you mr wild dog,” the wolf chuckled in reply back.

As the two stepped into the club, the atmosphere immediately around them changed. The mix of foxes and other small species in their direct space seemed to quiet down and watch them as they moved near them. The interruption didn't go unnoticed as Mike glanced over towards the door and saw the two come in. He gulped as thoughts raced in the back of his mind, setting the glass he was holding on the bar, not taking his eyes off the pair till that door shut again.

The fox brushed off the feeling nagging in the back of his head. It was just a new set of customers. Nothing to be concerned about, even if it was quite obvious these two where clearly predators and clearly stronger than the average patron at his bar. He signed to himself, trying to calm down as the two kept moving towards the bar, eyes darting left and right as they glanced and other people here and there, not knowing when, or if, they where going to strike.

“w-what will it be?” Mike stammered as the two canine pushed between two of the foxes to get their place at the bar.

“Ooooh, give us a minute. Its our first time here,” the wild dog replied, glancing left and right getting a good look at who and what was all around him. The fox directly to his right has shifted slightly, trying to move further away from the dog but instead as just pressing himself more against whoever was on his other side. Likewise, on the left side of Leo, a very similar scene was happening.

With hesitation, Mike nodded a reply to the two, and made his way down to help other people further down. The fox wasn't happy with the fact he felt like he needed to watch these two, but now he really understood that feeling from earlier. He knew something with them was going to happen. Whatever that ‘good night’ feeling he had before was, it had something to do with them.

“So what do you think,” Rivin said to Leo. “Get two at the same time right here before anyone can react?

“Or just take our sweet time right here at the bar. Don’t have to go far at all.”

“Yeah that plan works better, don't even have to go anywhere. This club is turning out to be a real nice place.”

“Indeed it is. Drink first? Or should we just take theirs?” The dog said as he shrugged a shoulder backwards towards the fox behind him, an unmistakable implication to the wolf.

“Theirs,” the wolf replied, slowly starting to turn around towards the fox behind him. Rivin took that as the hint for him to do his thing too, getting to be back to back with his fellow pred, both looking at their prey.

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“Well hey there prey, how goes it?”

“E-excuse me?” the first fox stammered

“I said, what are ya drinking?” the wild dog spoke louder, leaning slightly forward as the fox scooted back. This fox was the text book of generic fox. An orange and red coat with black glove markings, and of course, those muzzle marks. This guy was a fox, through and through.

“Its… Its just a redd foxx.”

“A fox club with a drink named after a fox. Aint that something.”

“I uhm… its pretty good.”

“Wonder if it will be as good as you,” the wild dog growled, placing either of his paws on the fox’s arms, forcing them down to his sides as his jaws sprung open and around the fox’s head. That first step to swallowing his prey.

The fox was in total shock. So much so that he was unable to really move for a moment, which was just enough time for the wild dog to take the first of many gulps, working his jaws down around the fox’s shoulders, pushing the fox’s muzzle into and down his throat. The dog’s body slowly, but easily, stretching out around his prey. Even though for the two it seemed like it was taking ages, it was all happening rather quickly.

The fox finally thought to yell out, but it was hopeless now. His muffled screams would go unheard to every but the wild dog. Even the other patrons next to the dog wouldn't hear, thank to the loud music playing throughout the club. Even the wild dogs own groans went unheard to the others as he fit in jaws over his prey’s shoulders. From there, it was another swallow before his prey really started to slide down his throat. The fox’s own struggling only aided the dog in his endeavor.

There was a slight huff from the wild dog as the fox’s shoulders lodged in his throat. He knew from that point on he had his meal squared away. The dog’s paws squeezed over the fox’s arms as he really crammed more of his prey down. That bulge in his neck kept sliding down and already the wild dog felt the fox’s nose pushing into his stomach. The further down the dog worked his jaws the further his paws traveled down the fox’s body, eventually grabbing onto his hips and hoisting him up into the air. The taste of the fox was all over the dog’s tongue, which pressed into the fox’s fur, wanting to get every bit of flavor he could from his meal.

Fox always had a funny taste. Not in a bad way, but that way that always made you just keep wanting more and more. It was the opposite of a problem for the wild dog though, who was just starting to work his jaws around the fox’s hips. He had to hold onto the fox’s legs, trying to keep them from kicking around, more so he wouldn't alert anyone that had not noticed already what was happening. The dog’s stomach had stretched out further and the soft outline of the fox’s paws could be seen pushing out as he tried to keep himself from slipping deeper into the wild dog. It didn't help the fox any, as Rivin’s stomach just seemed to stretch out to accommodate his meal while somehow keeping tight enough that those imprints where clearly visible.

The squirms from his prey were dying down as the dog started to close his jaws around the last bits of the fox. Before he even took that last gulp, Rivin was already reaching for the drink left over from the fox. Once it was in his grasp, he gave a little jerk of his head with a rather large gulp, showing off that last bulge of the fox to the bartender who was staring, seeming to be at a loss of words at what he had seen. It was a clear picture for the bartender, watching the last of that fox slide down and become part of the wild dog bulging stomach. The imprints of the fox’s paws stretch out, shifting back and forth as he continued to struggle. In one quick motion the wild dog placed the fox’s drink to his lips and downed it in a just a gulp before firmly setting the glass down on the bar, making sure to make direct eye contact with Mike.

“Drinks are good Mr Bartender, but the foxes are bet--,” the wild dog got cut off by his own body as he let out a little huff of air under his breath, almost a silent belch, just able to hear the fox inside whine quite clearly, even over the music. “Foxes are better,” Rivin said with a chuckled as he stepped back from the bar with a smirk over his face, turning his head slightly to watch Leo as that wolf finished off the last gulps of his prey, chuckling at the sound of the wolf’s belch, even taking the opportunity to step towards the wolf and press his gut up to his own, really squeezing those two meals just a bit tighter, and in turn, forcing them to squirm just a bit more for the two canine’s pleasure.

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Leo had a somewhat similar approach to Rivin when it came to his own catch, though he was much more direct to the arctic fox he had eyes on.

“What are you drinking?”

“Oh, uh, its nothing special. Just a whiskey sour.”

“Well lets hope you’re more exciting then.”

The fox seemed to be intrigued by this, turning to face the wolf. “Oh someone wants some fun I see.”

“More like dinner.”

“Wait wha-,” but the fox was unable to finish as he was cut off. Leo’s jaws surrounded the fox’s head in an instant, gulping the second the fox’s nose came into contact with the back of his throat, letting that soon to be meal start to slide right in. The wolf’s throat bulged out with the shape of the fox’s head, and he easily worked though shoulders into his jaw, right down his gullet.

Leo had caught the fox off guard, and he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't think to start struggle yet. Of course the wolf used that to his advantage, quickly working down his prey’s chest and stomach. Unlike his counterpart, the wolf seemed to be salivating an awfully lot more. He was letting his tongue trail in front of his muzzle, slurping over that surprisingly soft fur of the fox’s body. Leo’s eyes even rolled back in his head some as he let out a deep groan, already starting to feel his gut stretch out.

The fox snapped to, far to late to really do anything, but it wouldn't stop him from trying. “Hey stop!” he exclaimed as his head pushed into the pit of the wolf’s gut. If it was heard from outside, it was only as a very muffled protest. With that renewed vigor the fox tried to shift himself from side to side, pulling on his arms, ending up forcing more of himself into the wolf’s gut. It was the opposite of a problem for Leo. He really got a good grip on the fox’s legs, cramming them into his jaws with a heavy swallow. Without holding back, the wolf was really showing off how much of a predator he was.

Leo’s gut was twice as big as normal, continuing to stretch out with his meal. He could feel the drool sliding down muzzle, swallowing hard again to not only try and stop drooling so much. The wolf did feel like showing off some, even if no one was really watching. Without a though he tilted his head up and back, lifting the fox’s legs up high into the air. As he did so, those kicking legs managed to knock over the whiskey drink he had ordered before. It was a bit of a shame. The wolf was looking forward to that drink, but he’d just have to order another one at this rate.

Coming to the end of his meal, the wolf placed a single paw on the bulge in his throat. There was a mix between a growl and a gulp as the wolf finished up his meal, snapping his jaws around the fox’s feet, pushing that bulge down his throat with his paw. Leo even traced down the path of his meal, letting his claw comb through his fur till it came to rest right on his enlarged gut before letting out a belch loud enough a few patrons turned their head in shock.

Leo licked over his chops, shaking his head slightly in disappointment as he noticed the fox’s drink have been knocked over. What a shame. With a groan, the wolf placed his paws on his gut, squeezing and rubbing over it as his meal was still rather active, while at the same time turning to look at the wild dog he had come in with. He stuck out his tongue at the dog, unaware of the fact he was still drooling more than normal even as he bumped guts with the dog.

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That belch is what ended up catching the bartenders attention. Though he wasn't the only one who heard it, he was surely the one who was most surprised by it. The sight he was met with burned in his mind. Those two canine were much larger now, pressed together, and the bulges in their guts made for no mistake as to what had transpired while he was looking the other way.

Mike wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't even quite sure if he was believe what he was seeing as the wild dog spoke to him, eyes going wide as he slowly started to realize the true nature of what happened. “You… you cant… Foxes…,” the fox said, trying to force out words. All he could do is stare though as the two talked between each other, his eyes shifting between their jaws and stomachs. As he looked at their jaws, he just kept noting how one was drooling much more than the other, watching their lips move as they spoke, just trying to imagine how someone could fit between their jaws. And then he glanced back to their stomach. Between the changing lights in the club, he was able to get quite clear looks at them both. Aside from them both being bulged out well beyond what a stomach should be, it was quite clean that there was someone alive inside. The fur shifting as the bulges moved around, the fruitless struggles of the prey trapped inside, not yet accepting their fate as food. Those bulges where tight enough that fox could clearly make out where each paw pushed out, watching muzzle push out as they continued to complain.

As the fox looked back up from the canine’s stomach, he noticed they where looking right at him. He froze in place immediately following a gulp, fear flashing through him as he knew that he couldn't stop these two no matter what. The wild dog started to talk, and had the fox not be paralyzed with fear, he might be able to understand what he was saying, and just as his mind started to come back to him, the dog flicked something in his direction. It caused the fox to flinch and recoil, moving his paws in front of his face as he surprisingly caught the object.

He only really felt it with his paws at first, feeling a rather rectangular object, folded down the middle. It wasn't till the next change of the lights he noticed it was a wallet. Mike didn't want to take his focus off the two predators but he felt compelled to as he opened that wallet and looked inside. Right inside was the ID for a common patron. Mike knew that fox, knew him well. In fact, he had been at the club that night, he was sitting right… right where the wild dog had just moved away from.

The fox’s jaw had been hanging open since he opened that wallet, and with the shock that he had been through, he was unaware of his own action. Even still he looked back up to the pair of predators with his jaw agape, as if he was gasping in awe.

The wild dog made direct eye contact with the shocked fox, giving a slightly nod with a wink right after his gaze came up from that wallet. It was followed up by the dog looking down to his gut, giving it a rather firm pat before both the wolf and the wild dog started to turn away. “Great club Mr bartender,” the wild dog called out, words the fox wouldn't forget for some time as he watched the pair make their way towards the exit.

Mike finally closed his mouth, taking a bit of a gulp before he whispered out, still unable to really built the courage to really go confront the two. “F-foxes arnt food.” Even if they had heard, it was painfully obvious, even to the fox, that the foxes they had so eaten where nothing more than food now, and the bartender watched as they made their way back through the crowd. They’d bump their guts in to a few, who would then quickly jump back while other quickly got out of their way till they made it back to those doors and exited back into the night.