Delicious � Windrunner, 2005
 
Omega and Jandoran � their players
 
  "So I said �Damn it, I said sickest fox, not slickest fox!"
 
  The white deer giggled, making her ears flicker. It wasn�t the best joke she�d ever heard, but the fox had quite a delivery. There was something about his eyes, too. That�s probably why she was having such a good time - well, that, and all the drinks he had been buying her. She was no lush, but if he was going to fork out for them, why not enjoy it? Besides, it had been a rough week. Still, she knew what was coming...
 
  Jandoran reached for his own beer and took a healthy swig. "So... tell me, my deer," he said, with a toothy grin.
 
  She couldn�t hold back the groan and the smile tightened into a line. "Oh god, don�t go there."
 
  "What? What did I say?" said the fox, eyes giving off a false sense of innocence.
 
  " �My deer.� I�ve heard that one at least twice a week since I started coming to bars. You�re cute, but say that again and you can forget about me smiling for the rest of the night."
 
  "Alright, alright, I take it back! I just wanted to know how your week was! You seemed really tense when I joined you, that�s all. I could see that you needed something stronger than beer." The fox�s smile returned and she thought she could smell his honesty. The drink had been hard liquor, but it had hit the spot. So had the second. She wondered if maybe there was a third waiting in the wings.
 
  "Mmmm... well, it�s just been a hard week. Life sucks. You know the kind, right?"
 
  "Oh yes. Misery loves company - must be what attracted you to me at first," he replied.
 
  "Don�t you mean, �me to you�?" replied Omega.
 
  "No. Your beautiful fur is what attracted me. But you - you could tell I needed more and wasn�t just trying to pick you up for a fast yiff. That�s why you didn�t brush me off so quickly. And why you�re laughing at my dumb fox jokes."
 
  The doe gawked a bit before recovering, a slight chill running down her spine and out her tail. He seemed a little more perceptive than she expected. But the chill wasn�t setting off her fears yet - if anything, it only offered a bit of a thrill. She wondered what else he was thinking, "Yeah, well... you�re a pretty sly fox, you know?"
 
  Jandoran rolled his eyes, "I thought we agreed, no species-specific quotables."
 
  The deer giggled again, the alcohol making her head feel tipsy. She was more drunk than she thought, "Sorry - you agreed so that I wouldn�t shut my legs on you and walk away. I never agreed to anything."
 
  The fox arched his eyes, staring down the length of his muzzle. Those mysterious eyes were back, and she smelled a change in his scent... something deeper, but she couldn�t quite figure out what yet. "You do realize what you just said, right?"
 
  Grinning back at him down the length of her own short muzzle, she nodded like a schoolgirl. His eyes were starting to do things to her... and her own were starting to freely roam his body. "So... You said you lived just outside of town? Why drink here, and not at some local joint? That is what they call them, joints, right?"
 
  He chuckled, "I guess I just like to try new places and meet new women a lot. I usually don�t visit the same bar twice - keeps me from running into old flings, you know?"
 
  "Oh, a player, huh? Well, maybe I�ll be able to make you change your mind... maybe I�ll be so good, you�ll always want to come back here."
 
  The fox checked her out, looking up and down her body, "Mmmm... I�m sure you�d be better than good. I�d sure love to find out."
 
  She laughed, "I�m not just good, I�m delicious! Or so my last boyfriend said. He had a real thing for going down on women, even in heat."
 
  The fox looked startled for a second, "Delicious? In... heat?"
 
  "Yeah, you know, �Aunt Flo�, �that time� of the month, etc... As for the delicious thing... I dunno. He was weird. Loved to lick me. I�m all for a bit of kink but that was just weird, which is why I dumped him."
 
  The fox�s teeth shined in the dim light of the bar, and he pressed himself up against her. Omega could feel the vulpine�s prick pressing against her body. Something was turning him on, obviously. "Lucky me. Mind if we go back to my place, so I can see if he was right or not?"
 
  Her instinct dulled by the booze, she slid her arms around him and pulled him in tight. Those eyes were starting to arouse both her curiousity and her body. Her breasts rubbed up against his chest and one hand trailed down his back to cup his ass, circling his tail base. Licking his ear, she replied, "You gonna eat me, Mr. Fox?"
 
  His answer was only a deep growl that rumbled against her body and for a moment she was afraid on an instinctual level. Instead of making her run, however, it only added to the excitement, the forbidden lust of a predator-prey relationship. She licked her white muzzle tip and looked into his eyes. "Take me away, big boy."
 
 
  An hour later, and they had arrived back at his place. The advantage of having tinted windows in Jandoran�s car had meant that Omega could bring a drink with her. She had gulped it back and, being quite drunk, proceeded to play with herself while the fox drove. She took any chance she could get to reach across and grope the driver, hoping that the ride would pass quickly. The smell of her sex was driving his vulpine nose crazy with lust, and he had to control himself just to stay on the road.
 
  They were barely in the rural cabin when Omega started to tear off her clothes, "Catch me, catch me, Mr. Fox. Or I�ll run and hide!"
 
  The fox grabbed her by the wrist and tried to pull her to him, "You won�t run from me, little fawn. Not before I�ve eaten you."
 
  The white doe wiggled fiercely, managing to free herself from his grasp. "Ha!" she exclaimed. With that, she sprinted off down a hall. The male fox heard a door open and close, but knowing his house better than she did, he also knew that she had just run into his walk-in closet.
 
  Taking the time to pour two more drinks, he listened carefully down the hall. A slight giggle was all he could hear. He smiled to himself and, opening a drawer, he removed a small vial with liquid in it. Pinching the suction cap, he took a few drops and put them into her drink. Returning the vial to the drawer, he made sure to have her glass in his right paw and walked down the hall towards his guest.
 
  Sniffing the air outside the closet, he could smell her heavy, deer scent in the air. The sounds of a doe playing with herself were also a giveaway as to where she was �hiding.� He continued into the bedroom and put her drink on the right-hand nightstand, placing his own on the left. Quickly, he stripped off his clothes, tossing them into a corner. Opening the chest at the end of his bed, he gathered a large net and stalked back to the closet.
 
  With a flourish, he threw open the door - only to be greeted by a hilarious sight: a female deer, her paws frantically rubbing her sex only moments before, suddenly freezing up with a true deer-in-the-headlights stare. Only her stare was directly at his groin, her eyes fixated on his erect penis. He snarled playfully and with an exaggerated toss, through the net on top of her. She screamed and struggled to free herself, only ending up entangled in its mass.
 
  "Hey, what the fuck gives?! Let me go, you shit!" she protested
 
  Smiling, the fox pounced on her, wrapping her up firmly in the net�s web. "Caught you, fawn. Looks like you didn�t get away after all. Not that a closet is a smart place to run at the best of times."
 
  Picking up the entangled female, he tossed her over one shoulder and walked back to the bedroom. She struggled the whole way there, squealing as he threw her onto the bed and pulled a huge knife off a wall rack.
 
  "Wh-what are you gonna do?" she said, her voice trembling with fear.
 
  He slid the blade beneath the strands of the web and turned the sharp end away from her body. "Get you out of this net, my pet - what else would I do with it? I can�t fuck you when you�re bound up like this, and I certainly can�t tell if you are delicious or not." With a fierce pull and the sound of tearing rope, he cut up the cords of his own net. Ah well, thought the fox, I can always buy another. I go through them enough.
 
  When she was finally free, the doe was still shivering slightly. "No...no one�s ever done something like that with me before, Jan... that was kinda freaky."
 
  He looked back at her with reassuring eyes. "Don�t worry... just adding a bit of excitement to things. If you�re too freaked out right now, I can pass on the whole tasting thing."
 
  Omega heaved a sigh of relief. "Thanks... I think I just need to calm down a bit."
 
  "No problem. I�ve already poured us both another drink - yours is on the right."
 
  Omega smiled, feeling relieved. She turned over onto all fours, giving the fox a very enticing sight. His tongue flicked out to lick his nosepad, enhancing the scent again. The doe, meanwhile, was draining her drink, tossing the empty glass casually onto the floor. "Whoa... that was a great drink... neat aftertaste too," she said, with a slight slur to her words.
 
  "Glad you like it... so if I�m not going to taste you, why don�t you come over here and taste me?" said the fox, sitting up on the bed with his legs splayed wide, a thick fox cock proffered.
 
  "Mmmm... come to mama deer," replied Omega with a grin, as her tongue began to trail up the length of the vulpine�s member. She licked and sucked and nibbled on his cock until it was slick with her saliva, as if it was the greatest thing in the world. Her paws expertly cupped his balls, teasing them in just the right way, causing pleasant moans from the fox. She sucked and licked as hard as she could, desperately wanting to know, for some odd reason, what he was like when he came. Geez, she thought, what a slut I�m being...
 
  With a fierce, instinctive snarl, Jandoran grabbed the deer by the hips, disrupting her train of thought. Showing off his strength again, he spun her around, keeping her on all fours on the bed. "Wheee!" said the doe, seconds before his shaft was thrust into her ass. The thick, hot maleness drove right to the hilt on the first thrust, making the doe squeal in pain and ecstasy. The fox began to pound away as her tail hole, his large ballsac slapping up against her slit as he savaged her.
 
  "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, foxy, fuck me!" cried out the doe. "Fuck me and eat me!"
 
  "You want me to eat you, fawn?" growled Jandoran. "You want to be my dinner?"
 
  "Yes! Yes! God, if it means you keep fucking my ass, I�ll do anything..." she panted, her vision starting to feel fuzzy. His cock felt enormous inside her, and she was straining to take it all. Reaching down between her own legs, her own sense of shame gone, she fingered her own clit as the fox ravaged her. Looking back over her shoulder, she thought she could only see a blur of red fur now, and it was becoming harder to hear. But the feeling between her legs and in her ass was so great that she was beginning to climax and she could smell it off him too. "EAT ME!" she screamed, causing the fox to dig his claws into her hips, pushing him over the edge. The suddenly hard thrust of his knot into her triggered her own orgasm, fireworks going off in her vision.
 
  Within seconds, it was over. And when it was over, she collapsed into a heap, still tied to his cock.
 
  Panting, he looked down at the white doe lying beneath him with the experienced eye of a predator judging its prey. Her breathing was shallow, her body limp. Pulling out of her, he grabbed a towel and cleaned up his cock and the mess off her backside. She was ready.
 
  Rising off the bed, he slowly walked around it, his gait almost stalking her even though there was no risk. Though his methods were modern, his instincts ran deep. You were always quiet around the one that you hunted. Standing next to her, he listened closely at her mouth. Poking her with two fingers in the shoulder, she made neither sound nor movement. She was definitely out cold. Perfect. Gathering up the doe, he scooped her up into his arms in front of him, his chest heaving as he took up her full weight again. His eyes leered over his prize, a feral grin spreading across his muzzle.
 
  Turning carefully, he carried her out of the bedroom and down the hall. Making sure she didn�t bump her head on the wall, he brought her all the way back into the kitchen. He lay Omega down on the kitchen�s island; her body splayed out like a drunken hooker offering herself up for free. Inhaling the scent of her sex again, Jandoran leaned in for a quick lap at her labia. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine and out his tail.
 
  He padded over to the pantry and pulled out his largest roasting pan. At almost 4 feet long, this was his prize and was used only for very special meals. Placing the tray next to the unconscious doe, he compared their sizes with a trained eye. Perfect, he thought. Going to the refrigerator, he collected some vegetables and fruits, dumping them next to the tray. He lined it with a bed of fresh, crisp lettuce to prevent his dinner from searing against the metal pan. Finally, he opened the cupboard beneath the island and pulled out several large, worn leather straps with buckles. The stains of past meals adorned them, and he couldn�t resist sniffing them again, searching for traces of past dinners. He licked his chops in anticipation.
 
  Returning to Omega�s body, he rolled the female over onto her front. Gently, he shifted her body around until she was on her forearms and back legs, like a resting fawn. Taking the first strap, he wrapped it several times around her hindpaws, binding them tightly together. He pulled her breasts out from against her knees, massaging them to make them fuller. A soft sigh escaped from the doe�s muzzle, causing him to freeze. Was she waking up?
 
  Bending his head down, he listened carefully to her breath. It had quickly returned to its shallow state - the gasp must have just been a reflex. Breathing a sigh of relief of his own, he took a good look at the helpless doe. Taking several of the straps, he locked them together before feeding one end beneath her body. Starting on her left, he brought it up and over her limp arm, looping the end around to in front of her chest. Repeating the practice on the right, he buckled them tightly together, causing her large breasts to swell again. This time, however, there was no response.
 
  Reaching across the island, the fox pulled the tray to his side. Grasping the bound doe in his large arms, Jandoran hauled her up again and carefully placed her into the metal pan. It was snug, with her white hindquarters and tail sticking out just right, but she still fit in it. The fox smiled, quite pleased with himself. His body responded too, his erection becoming stiff again. Half tempted to rape the doe right now, the vulpine snarled deeply to try and burn up some of his aggression without ruining his meal. Food first, then sex.
 
  Quickly, he grabbed a green apple from a nearby fruit basket and the final strap. Slowly prying apart the doe�s jaws, he rolled the fruit into her mouth until it was stuffed in tight. Taking the last strap, he wrapped it around her white muzzle, tightening it until he could tell that her teeth were biting into the flesh of the fruit. That would hold it in place while she cooked and would keep her from calling for help.
 
  No longer worried if his helpless captive awoke, Jandoran set about finishing up his meal. Slicing up a pineapple, he placed one ring on each hip. Grabbing a bottle of oil and a basting brush, he began to coat her body, liberally making her all slick and glistening. Changing the oil for honey, he brushed her from head to toe again in the sweet, sticky syrup. He basted her buttocks and pussy with extra coats, hoping to make them into a nice couple of braised hams with a true tender fawn fillet.
 
  Panting heavily, the fox stood back and took in the sight of his prey, ready for the oven. His paw dropped to his cock as he idly stroked it, arousal rising again. He noticed a slight shifting in the pan, and realized that the drug must almost be worn off. He cock throbbed for attention, but urgency pushed it aside as he quickly walked over to the oven and opened the door wide. Grabbing the pan, he lifted it and the doe one last time, carefully walking over to the open door and sliding her inside. Pushing the roast into the back of the oven, he shut the door and locked it from the outside. Turning up the heat to 450, he grabbed a nearby low chair and set it in front of the oven�s window. Pouring himself a drink and holding onto his basting brush, he sat down to watch the show.
 
 
  Omega slowly began to regain consciousness, her head throbbing like the worst migraine she had ever had. She kept her eyes shut tight as the waking world returned.
 
  "Ooooooo...I drank way too much last night. That�s the last time I take up someone on too many free drinks. Jandoran really knows how to fuck my ass too..." She felt something sticky dripping down between her toes as she slowly began to open her eyes. "I can still feel his cum in between my asscheeks... Why is it so hot in here?"
 
  Her eyes opened to the sight of red-hot heating elements, startling her fully awake "WHAT THE!!!!!" she protested, and tried to get up. The best she achieved was to shuffle around in the pan slightly, her biceps straining against the leather. It wasn�t about to move, though, having held down prey much stronger than she.
 
  She tried to cry out, but something in her mouth stifled it. Tasting the apple�s juice with her tongue, she tried to open her muzzle wider. No matter how hard she gritted her teeth, she could neither bite through it nor spit it out. The heat was becoming more intense now that she was aware of it. Sniffing the hot air, she could smell the honey and oil on her body, and she her body shuddered at the thought of what she must look like now.
 
  A sudden knock almost made her heart stop. Looking out the over door window from a perspective she never thought she would, Omega could see a fox sitting in a chair, staring at her intently. One of his paws was resting on his hip, stroking his large member; the other held a basting brush up against his shoulder. She looked into his face, and recognized him, even though his eyes were glazed over with an intense predatory look. She looked back at him with her own, pleading gaze. She tried to mumble pitifully around the gag, hoping he�d let her go, praying this was just some sort of game.
 
  Jandoran got up from his chair, his eyes locked with hers now, a slow, toothy grin spreading across his muzzle. He unlocked the door and opened it wide. A blast of hot air hit him, making him break eye contact. Using a special hook, he pulled the tray mostly out of the oven. The deer tried to breathe in the cooler air as best she could, keeping her pained look.
 
  "Hello, Omega," said the fox. "Enjoying yourself?"
 
  The doe shook her head no.
 
  "Mmmm... too bad. You look so sexy like that. Want me to untie you?"
 
  Her eyes went wide with hope, and she nodded frantically, her bound and gagged muzzle taping against her swollen breasts. The cooler air of the kitchen burned against her heated, basted body, but she ignored it.
 
  "What will I get if I let you go? Anything I want, hmmm?" he said with a sinister tone.
 
  The doe�s own instinct warned her that something seemed wrong, but she was so desperate not to end up dinner that she closed her eyes, and nodded her consent.
 
  The fox leaned in close, his muzzle breathing in the scent of her barely-cooked body. "Mmm... that�s a good submissive - one who satisfies her Master�s wants..."
 
  Omega�s ears swiveled, and she heard the sound of liquid, and then a brush being scraped against a bowl. Suddenly, she felt the basting brush against her back again, leaving a trail of sticky honey in its wake. "Too bad all I want from you is dinner, doe."
 
  The female cried from behind the apple, trying her best to scream for help as the fox once again basted her flesh and pushed her back into the oven. Locking it slowly, he stepped out of the room, only to return with a portable phone. A few numbers later, he had a vixen friend on the line. "Hey there, it�s me. Oh, I�m doing great... in fact, I�m cooking up a big meal tonight. Booze-fed, honey-basted roast deer, with all the trimmings. How fresh is the meat? Let�s just say we met a few hours ago... Yes, it�s that special... How�s it turning out?"
 
  He looked in at Omega through the window, seeing her flesh slowly beginning to darken, the honey sizzling in the pan. The doe�s eyes were half-closed as she began to pass out again, this time from the roasting. The scent was already beginning to waft from the oven, making his mouth water. With a lick of his chops, he replied, "She�s going to be delicious."