This is my part of the trade right here for  Fox King and Dragon Lord who made me this: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/60966535/

Fox Prince belongs to  Fox King and Dragon Lord
Shawn Finks belongs to me

Fox was just finishing up his shift at delivering food. When a storm starts to brew up beforehand, one of his customers offer a stay for a little while.
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It’s just a lousy night, a busy one in fact as the streets are packed with furries heading back home from their long and depressing shifts at their jobs, all except a few who have a few hours left in theirs. On a sidewalk, crowded like a statum, a small and skinny vulpine was on his way to his destination, wearing his usual work outfit from a food delivery service known as Furry Feasts. He has red fur around his head except where his snout and the front of his neck is, black paws, light blue eyes, and a golden crown on his head. His name is Fox Prince, an employee trying to make his paycheck through the week. In one paw he has his phone which he looks at every thirty seconds. On the other is a large bag that drips grease from the bottom, though it’s not his as the receipt is taped around the opening of the bag. Just a few blocks down the busy sidewalk, he takes a look at his phone before going inside one of the small apartment buildings, passing by a few people who were trying to get out. Fox looks at his phone again, making sure he got to the right place. “Third floor….got it!” He goes over to the elevator and presses the up button. As he waits, he decides to text the customer that he’ll be arriving with his food.

He knows they don’t usually respond but it's a policy that the employee must notify the customer on their arrival. Crime has been high recently in the city and the citizens are on high alert for anyone that comes to their door. As the elevator doors open, Fox walks in and presses the button that’ll take him to the third floor. But as the doors were close to closing, a voice shouts out. “Wait for me!” A lanky goat says, rushing towards the elevator. Being a gentleman he is, Fox quickly prevents the doors to close on the goat as the stranger hurries inside and pants. “Phew, thanks. I didn’t want to take the stairs again.” He jokes with a sudden chuckle. The goat leans over towards Fox to press the button with the number four on it. As the elevator’s door closes and the machine rises up, the two wait until they get up to their floors. It’s a slow elevator which makes it both awkward for the two of them. The goat sniffs the air, getting that smell of grease coming from the bag. “Dang, that smell is awful. Whoever is eating that is gonna get bad digestion, I tell you.” The two don’t know what’s inside but Fox considers that as a warning but shouldn’t care much as it’s not his food.

The doors open widely on floor three as Fox quickly hops out so he can escape out of that weird conversation. Looking at his phone one last time, he sees which room he’s supposed to go to. It was the door at the end of the hall. So Fox takes his steps, praying that whoever ordered this food won’t be pissed that he was about five minutes late. But to be fair, the crowd did get harsh and the crosswalks weren’t that useful. He would have taken his car but with the traffic piling up, he feared that he wouldn’t be here now if he had driven instead. He also hopes that the customer had gotten the text or else things would be crazy for him. As he finally arrives at the end of the hall, he knocks on the door. “Food service!” He calls out, just so the customer knows.

For a second, he can hear loud footsteps coming closer to the door, not a good sign on who he’s meeting. “Coming!” A deep male voice says before opening the door. Soon, Fox looks up at the looming big-bellied german shepherd with light brown fur, chocolate brown eyes, muscles built on his arms and legs, a furry tail, and a light blue collar around his neck. The dog smirks down as he sees the small vulpine holding his food. “Ah, the food. Thanks.” He grabs the greasy bag from Fox’s paw. “I paid on my phone.”

“I-I saw that….thanks.” Fox felt small against the big mutt, as if the german shepherd could gulp him up in one go.

“You’re welcome.” He says. “Have a goodnight.” The german shepherd closes the door as Fox makes his way back to the elevator. He’s relieved that he didn’t have any problems with the big dog. Making it back to the elevator, he presses the button and waits for the elevator to arrive. Though while waiting, he gets a notification on his phone with a warning of rain and thunderstorms arriving soon. He was sure that it wouldn’t rain tonight just as the weather predicted. It sucked too since he doesn’t have a car to get back home. But he can always grab a cab.

“Hey!” Fox turns around after hearing someone shout. It was the german shepherd. Did he forget something? Was there something wrong with the food? The vulpine fears that he might be in trouble after all. The dog walks up to him steadily, though he doesn’t look angry up close. Looming over the fox again, the dog says, “I forgot to give you a tip.” Apparently that was something Fox did notice but he usually doesn’t care about. He barely gets any tips at all with how cheap the customers are. “Well, I don’t have anything on hand right now but….” That but right there does mean he’s got an alternative, with a smirk of course.

“But?” Fox waits for an answer.

“Well I notice how tired you look and I’m guessing your job doesn’t give you any entertainment.” The german shepherd said, somehow understanding how tough his job is. “Listen, I know we don’t know each other but I’m somewhat an entertainer. For a good reason, have you ever heard of Belly Nights?”

Fox heard a place like that. It was a nightclub for furs who wanted to inflate or play with inflated furries. “Yeah….why?”

The dog chuckles. “Well….” He smacks his gut. “I have a husband who works there but he is busy at the moment and you look like someone who needs a belly to rub.” The vulpine’s face blushes red. “Hehe, got your attention huh? Well, I’ll be happy to help you out. Besides, I heard that the thunderstorm is gonna get worse and I’m sure you don’t want to risk getting shocked, eh? The landlords don’t want people waiting around in the lobby and will kick you out if they know you live here.”

“I-I mean yeah but my job. I’m supposed to clock out and-”

“Ah, I get it. Well, I’m sure I could give you a nice review to your boss and tell them how excellent you were on your shift.” The german shepherd offers. “Maybe you’ll get a raise.”

Fox would love a raise and if the dog does find a way to do that, then he’ll owe him his life. “It’s a deal!”

“Haha! That’s the spirit! Let me show you my place.” He leads the small fur back to his home.

“Would your husband be okay with this too?” Fox asks. The dog did mention a husband so he doesn’t want to make sure the german shepherd isn’t cheating on him.

“He’s fine with it. I’ll text him about my guest. For the meantime, take a seat and enjoy yourself. Once the rain dies down, you can leave whenever you want. Oh and before I forget, my name is Shawn.” As they enter Shawn’s place, Fox can see what kind of lifestyle he lives.

It’s fancy as a first class seat on an airplane with furniture that not even his paycheck can barely afford. Pictures of himself and his husband, a fat black panther, hanging on the walls. A kitchen area where Shawn set the food down. “Whoa….” Fox is amazed by the incredible decoration.

“There we go….” Shawn said as he set his phone down. He knows and just as always, he’s alright with it.” He slumps down on the couch. He looks over at his side, looking at the food on the counter top. “Could you hand me my food please?”

Fox goes and grabs the food from the countertop and takes it over to Shawn. “Thank you. What’s your name by the way?” He asks as he opens the bag, pulling out his greasy burger.

“My name is Fox.” He bluntly answers as he sits down next to the big dog. “So….when do I start rubbing your belly?”

The german shepherd chuckles. “Just whenever you’re ready, Fox.” He takes a bite out of his burger, moaning from the satisfaction of its tastes. Fox is hesitant at first but when he places his paw right on the dog’s big rotund gut, it feels soft to the touch. It was like rubbing a stuffed pillow. “Mmmmm, that’s the spot.” His tail wags happily, rubbing on the couch cushions before he finishes up his burger.

Moving onto his fries, he just chugs them down as they are easy to chew with a mouth like his. Fox keeps on rubbing his gut, from side to side. “This is….soothing, you know?” Fox enjoys this just as much as Shawn is. Did he make a new friend somehow?

“That’s what everyone says.” Shawn finishes his meal, crumbling up the bag and tossing it to the side. “I’ll throw that out later. Right now, you got a belly to rub.” He leans back on the couch, letting the vulpine keep rubbing his fat belly. “Being a musclegut has its advantages. After all, my belly is good for sleeping on. My husband can second that.” He gloats.

For about five minutes, Fox plays around with Shawn’s belly. There are times he can hear the dog’s gut groan and gurgle, possible from digesting his burger and fries. The dog belched one or two times whenever Fox pressed his paws on his gut. “S-Sorry….” He apologizes again.

“Heh, no need to say sorry.” Shawn says, pressing on his own belly as well just to let out another burp. “UUURP! That food is really kicking in.” He chuckles. As the burps are finally dying down, Fox gets a bit tired from rubbing his belly and stops fully. “All done?”

“Yeah…it is starting to get late and I do need to get back home.” Fox stands up from the couch as Shawn pats his gut.

“I don’t mind. You are free to go but before you do, let me give you our phone numbers.” He stands up from the couch and goes to a nearby desk with a bunch of junk on top. He grabs a sticky note and a pen as he starts to write something down. He goes back to Fox and hands the note back to Fox. “Here you go, call us whenever you want to have some fun.” Fox looks at the note which had both his and his husband’s phone number. “If you do call my husband, let him know that your name is Fox. He’ll get the memo.”

Fox nods his head and smiles. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to call you!” He happily puts the note in his pocket and heads for the door. Leaving the room, he checks his phone to see that the rain has finally stopped. He does plan to get a taxi and go back to his job to clock out. After tonight, he might give Shawn a call for more fun together, even if all he’ll be doing is rubbing his gut. Maybe he could see what other services Shawn has to offer, maybe feeding purposes.