Or is it salty? Hmmm? To find out see the story below ;3
Awesome artings is from  meep
Food yote is  westel
Suka and Story is me
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The fox let out a slight yawn as he stretched in his bed, blinking his drowsy eyes as he rubbed over them. He was somewhat surprised to the relative comfort of his bed considering where he had been before he passed out. He wondered if the other fox was also in the comfort of his bed for a moment before shaking off a bit. This however was besides the point as the true reason the fox woke up became apparent. A deep echoing rumble burbled out from beneath the sheets as the fox's gut twisted and churned in his core. The vulpine splaying his ears and letting out a slight huff as he realized just how empty and hungry he felt. In fact.. hungry didn't even begin to describe it, he was famished. The fox's gut let out another slight growl as he stirred and lifted the sheets off of his bare form, placing a paw to his tummy as he realized he had in fact been denied dinner the evening prior by a certain coyote. He pondered a few moments as to what food he might have in the pantry or fridge, only to painfully remember that those too, had been gobbled up by the greedy brown coyote. The fox let out a low growl of his own to the thought before his ears suddenly twitched as he heard another sound in the otherwise silent house.

Rustling? The TV? No, as the fox's paws clicked across the hardwood floor and creaked open the bedroom door, the source of the sound was far more obvious: snoring. The fox sniffed the air a bit to see just who could be bold enough to sleep in his house, only to smirk as the smell of the coyote wafted to his nose. To this realization, the fox smirked wide, his gut gurgling loudly again as he crept out of the bedroom, his claws clicking slowly along the floor as the coyote's once distant snoring grew ever closer. The vulpine might not have had any food in the pantry, but as he stood in the entrance to the hallway, those glowing yellow eyes gazing upon the coyote's equally bare form sprawled out across his couch, it seemed the fox would have no problem finding his next meal, or his revenge.

It was now imperative that the fox try to make as little noise as possible so as to not disturb the slumbering yote as he padded silently toward the couch. The coyote conveniently had fallen asleep with his legs hanging off and as the fox knealed down next to them his gut gurgled loudly yet again announcing its hunger as the fox's ears splayed and he cringed, hoping the noise wouldn't wake up his meal. The coyote seemed to stir only slightly, but rolled onto his side, actually making things easier for the fox later as he wouldn't have to work quite so hard over those shoulders. The fox let out a silent sigh of relief to himself as his warm breath wafted over the coyote's paw pads, letting them get accustomed to the warmth a bit before opening his maw wide to slide them in. The fox murred softly to their taste as they slid over his slick, warm tongue, the vulpine letting it taste slowly out just a bit ahead of his muzzle as his paws ran softly up the yote's legs ready to grab them should he awake, but being careful to press everything in as slowly as possible as those paws glided gingerly into the slimy embrace of the fox's gullet.

Whatever the coyote was dreaming about, it seemed to be working in the fox's favor as he snaked his way further up the coyote's legs, his form steadily becoming a bulge in the vulpine's throat as he took great care not to swallow and disturb his sleeping dinner. The light undulations and warmth from the fox's throat, perhaps had the yote dreaming of a pedicure or some other kind of spa day as the fox was now advancing well up the other canid's thigh's his tongue wrapping around one to tug it further inside as his paw now carefully grabbed the coyote's still limp hands, easing them too into his warm maw, the fox's rhythmic breaths wafting repeatedly over the coyote's now half consumed form. Should the coyote wake up now, he'd find his spa day was far from relaxing, and the warmth of what could have been those towels, had far more sinister intentions, but regardless, as the fox took his first gulp, it was far too late for Mike to do anything about it.

"Wh...Wha?" The coyote said, stirring from the force of the fox gulping around his waist, the warmth of his gullet now rippling further up his torso as the fox simply sneered to the coyote he looked up at, "S..Suka? SUKA WHOA! We can talk about this right!?" The coyote responds in a panic, his arms trying to thrash and tug their way back out of the fox's tight, rippling throat, another gulp from the fox signaling his answer as the coyote sank quickly up to his shoulders, the coyote's paw's now easily able to feel the stinging tinge of the acid pit his was being curled into. As the coyote looked down, he would be able to see this as well as the fox's gut was already beginning to bloat from the weight of the other's form, another hungry gurgle escaping from his gut as the fox knew this meal would /not/ be getting away. "Suka! You're not a pred-MMMMPH!"

In the middle of the coyote's words Suka simply tilted his head back, gulping again before snapping those jaws shut with a click just beyond the coyote's muzzle, effectively muting the yote's pleas as his tongue licked over his prey's muzzle and face inside, giving him one last good taste before that final gulp send the bulge of the coyote's head, sinking deep into the fox's core, finally bloating out the vulpine's belly completely as it glorped and shifted with frantic struggling from inside.

"Sorry Mike, but what goes around comes around, I told you foxes weren't food, now you're facing the consequences," he scoffs, licking his chops as he rubs over that churning gut, flopping his own foxy butt up onto the couch as he leaned back, letting out a loud belch as some of the coyote's fur flew from his maw, the taste filling it yet again as all bulges and struggles seemed to cease inside. The muffled protests stopping as well as the fox looked down on his sagging, gurgling gut. "Oh is that all you got?" he snickers again, tapping his fingers over his swollen belly. "Guess you really are a food yote huh? Nighty night Mike. Thanks for the dinner. URP!"