WARNING: This story contains farts.

The Thieving Fox Part II: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47463106/ (NSFW)

Characters:

Chowdama Fox - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47432217/

Coral Dragon - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41690352/

Tanken Minotaur - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41670455/

It was a sunny afternoon on the tropical island, a lone fox in a loincloth wanders among the colorful flora. Spotting wooden crates near a raging river, Chowy gets down on all fours and crawls towards them. Watching for nearby pirates, the fox silently nears the crates and finds freshly gathered bananas and coconuts in them. Plucking a single banana out, he sticks it in the string of his loincloth. Suddenly, a large shadow looms over him. Grabbing Chowy by his frail wrists, a pink dragon lifts him up in the air. “P-Please, lemme go! I'm sorry, I'm just so hungry!” Whines the fox, making the dragon chuckle. “Hungry, eh? Don't worry skinny, I'll take good care of you...” Grins Coral, sitting down near the water.

Curling her tail around his wrists, the dragon keeps Chowy dangling above the river. Taking back the banana he took, she peels it, and shoves it right in his muzzle. “Eat.” Demands Coral. Chewing loudly with a full mouth, the nervous fox swallows it. “Good boy, here's another...” She whispers, peeling yet another. Shoving a second banana in his mouth, Chowy's ears perk up while he chews and swallows that one too. “Satisfied?” Asks Coral, leaning close to his face. Nodding his head up and down, the fox wags his fuzzy tail – assuming that she'll let him go now. “Liar.” She says coldly. Like a force-feeding machine, the dragon starts peeling bananas and stuffing them into his muzzle at a rapid pace.

One hour later... With the dragon struggling to hold the fox over the river now, his flat stomach has bloated outrageously far out. Moaning endlessly, Chowy farts while observing just how packed and gurgly he's become. “Goodness, the thieving fox has actually devoured all of my crew's bananas.” Sighs Coral, sarcastically. Laying the furry captive beside the river, he belches and writhes on his back. Too full and heavy to move now, the dragon has effectively turned the once nimble fox immobile. “Oy, oy, oy! What's this then, Captain?” Asks Tanken, a muscular minotaur. “Ah, Lieutenant! I'm so glad you came! This greedy fox wandered over here and ate all our bananas!” She growls, feigning her frustration.

With a wide frown, the beast pokes Chowy's noisy girth – making him spatter out a long nasty fart. “Fat and stinky? Oh foxy, do I have some plans for you...” Snickers the minotaur. Gathering some tree bark, vines, and two wooden buckets from their supplies – the captain and her second-in-command make some adjustments to the poor fox... “There we go, ain't that a thing to behold?” Asks Tanken, laughing. With his wrists tied together with vine cuffs, a tree bark funnel has been placed into Chowy's mouth – held in place with vines tightly wrapped around his muzzle. Gently, the dragon and her beast dip their buckets into the river – filling them up. Moaning up at them, the dumb fox has no idea what they're planning.

“Well stinky, since you've eaten so much, it's only appropriate that you have a drink as well.” Says Coral, pouring water into the funnel, down his throat. With dilated pupils, Chowy flails his legs around desperately – clawing the dirt while he gulps. “My turn!” Shouts Tanken, pouring his fill while the dragon refills her bucket. Consecutively, the captain and lieutenant take turns force-feeding the fox fresh river water. Bloating noticeably bigger and broader, the white fur on his abdomen is actually starting to thin out from his over-inflated midsection. Taut like a drum, his stomach flesh is becoming more and more sensitive with each drink. Comically, each time one of the pirates finishes draining their bucket down Chowy's throat, he spews out a wet belch before more water gets poured in.

With a noisy pop, his belly button pokes out like a rubber X-crossed cork – making him look overwhelmingly pregnant. Swollen to burst, the foxes' eyes bulge from their sockets. Groaning with tears trailing down his fuzzy cheeks, Chowy farts into the dirt and sloshes in place. Gently placing her index finger on his massive girth, Coral circles his convex navel with her sharp claw – ready to pop him like the gassy water balloon he's become. “Oy, hold up Captain!” Says Tanken, interrupting her. “What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?” She responds, sneering. “A fox with a stomach capacity like that would be a fine brood, might you agree?” Asks the minotaur, sloshing Chowy's belly with his hoof. Amid the discussion, the fox naturally sounds like the ocean itself.

“Yeah, so what?” Replies the dragon. “I can use him to grow us a bigger crew!” Grins the brute, wagging his tail. Whimpering, the fox nervously watches them have this conversation – simply awaiting his fate. “Very well, Lieutenant. I want you to escort him to the ship and begin breeding immediately!” Orders Coral, lifting the crate of coconuts. “Yes Captain, I'm on it!” Overjoyed by his new task, Tanken pulls the funnel from Chowy's muzzle and hoists him off the ground. Comically, even the muscular minotaur is struggling to hold the fox up – since he's so outrageously heavy now. Slowly but surely, Chowy is sloshed and cradled all the way to the pirate ship, where his new life awaits... TO BE CONTINUED