Foxy Loxy Loves Poultry!
By Mister Ebony
Inspired by a pic by Alex Reynard
Baed on the characters from the Disney/Pixar movie
 
 
Life in the city was getting back to normal after the alien invasion had been resolved. Chicken Little was a hero, and his friends were quite happy. Soon, everyting was back to the way it was.
 
Almost.
 
Foxy Loxy was the exception. For a time, she was more like a fancy dress up fox than her usual overall wearing self. But that was gone, now, replaced by her smart alec athletic, slightly bullyish ways. But she was softer towards Chicken Little, Runt, Fish-Out-Of-Water, and the rest of the crew. She even became friends with them overtime.
 
But she was also a fox. And as anyone who has seen a fox knows, they get hungry for something yummy. They get hungry for poultry. And FOxy was ALWAYS hungry these days, surrounded by tasty poultry. At night, she would dream of Chicken Little, Abby, and all the others being cooked up for dinner. She would wake up ravenous and salviating, her brelly grumbling. But she resisted, focusing on being friends then having feasts, though it was getting harder and harder for the foxy fox.
 
FInally, she could not stand it anymore. But she was nice about it. She went to Abby as fast as her legs could carry her. Lucky she was already going on a picnic with her today. When she reached the area by the park Abbywas waiting. compared to the plump furry fox cub, Abby was kind of an ugly duckling, with two big buck teeth and greyish feathers. She wore nice enough dresses, and he had a shy, sweet demeanor. She and Foxy had become close friends, and saw each other often. TOday, however, Foxy was eying her up some. She sat on the grass and her belly gurgled.
 
"What's wrong FOxy?" Abby said, sincerely worried.
 
"Nothing." Foxy lied, trying to hide that she thought Abby looked kinda yummy. Delicious in fact.
 
But Abbywas the one with the shocker. "I had a neat dream last night. I dreamt I was being served up for your dinner at thanksgiving. The weird part was I LIKED it. I liked the idea of being in your tummy, making you roly poly." She blushed. "Is... is that bad?"
 
FOxy giggled. "You silly duck! Of COURSE it is bad! It is downright naughty! And it doesn't help I have dreams on the other end of the spectrum, of cooking you up!"
 
Abby laughed. "You? Cook? Foxy you can't even make grilled cheese!"
 
Foxy chuckled and nodded. "Yeah I suppose so." The two were silent for awhile. Then Foxy spoke. "Why don't you come here so I can eat you. You DO look nummy, and I bet you are very tasty." Foxy opened her mouth, revealing her sharp teeth. Abby giggled and shook her head.
 
"Nah... I'm a little shy about that... but it is tempting... I wonder how it feels..."
 
Foxy tilted her head and hmmed some, her paws toying with the grass. Then Abbysaid it.
 
"LEt's find out!" She said, Foxy smiling hungrily.
 
"A wonderful idea!" She laughed, standing up, lifting Abbyonto her shoulders and looking about. She knew nothing about cooking really, save that she would need a big fire, a spit to turn Abbyon, and some spices and sauce. She knew where the later ones were, thanks to her family's poultry craving ways, But the fire... well she had no idea. Sports were her thing, not cooking. Leave that to Runt.
 
Foxy paced some, AbbySTILL on her shoulder, trying to figure out how to make a fire. She suddenly smiled, doing into her bag and getting some papers and matches.
 
"THis would start a fire I think." FOxy said, Abbygiggling as it started all right... and burned up in seconds.
 
"We need wood." Abbysaid, looking about. "Where will we find that?"
 
FOxy hmmed some and looked at some bushes. Then she saw a few old trees. She thought as she looke dat them.
 
"I have no idea... Maybe at the hardware store?" FOxy said, Duxky hmming some and nodding. The two started off, leaving a very convient bunch of wood behind.
 
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After a bit of training from the store owner and a bit of purchasing, Foxy and Abbywere back in the field, Foxy now donning a chef's hat. She had with her a big spit, a big basket of spices, and she was having Abbybring a small pan. As foxy reached the area, she set up the fire just as she was told. "You are going to taste so good Ducky!" She said, licking her slobbery lips.
 
"I dunno Foxy..." Abbysaid, a little nervous. "You sure the spice will make this not hurt?"
 
"THe owner said that, beyond that I have NO idea." FOxy shrugged, starting the fire. She then turned to Abbyand, ever so slowly, began to pluck Abby's feathers. Foxy couldn't believe how nice an dplump Abbywas, and how tatsy she smelled. She had to have a taste and now. So, she lifted Ducky's arm to those fangs, and tooka nibble.
 
"Hey, that tickles!" Abbysaid, wriggling as Foxy nommed on the arm, her tail wagging in dleight at the taste. The fox smiled, pulling out the spices and rubbng them into Ducky's now naked skin, the duck moaning at the feel.
 
"This... this feels good..." Abby whispered, Foxy grinning happily as she prepared her firend for luinch. She then got out the honey sauce she had picked up, and poured it over Abby's form, letting it dribble all along her. Abby moved over to the pan so the sauce that did not stick dribbled into the ban for re-application while Abby cooked. She swallowed nervously, but she was also excited. Soon she would fulfill her own dream and be a dainty dish for her friend.
 
WOuldn't you know, WOULDN'T YOU KNOW, that was when CHicken Little stopped by, and he gasped in fright at what he was seeing.
 
"Foxy! You.... she..... it.... but.... friend....." Chicken little stared for a few more seconds..... then fainted.
 
"Huh." Foxy snorted. "Kid is still a bit of a wimp. But he might make a nice pot pie or soup for supper." She returned her attention to Abby, tying her to a long metal pole. By now the fire was good and hot, more than warm enough to roast a duck. Abby wriggled in anticipation. She couldn't explain it, but the more FOxy prepared her, the more she wanted in her friends tummy! Foxy saw this and hummed a delighted tune as she set Abby over the fire, letting her cook slowly, turning it every once in awhile to evenly cook her firneed, who moaned and giggled and squirmed as she cooked, the delectable scent of a fine roasted duck filling the air.
 
As she waited, FOxy considered Chicken Little, who was waking up now, and was seeing, ever so slowly, that there was no danger. Foxy leaned in real close and showed her fangs. "Hello dinner." She said in a menacing tone, hoping to scare Chicken Little.
 
"Nice try." He siad, standing up, not even phased. "You know, you could have warned me before you decided to eat us. Not like we would have said no."
 
FOxy blinked. "You wouldn't have?" She said, suprised.
 
"COurse not!" Little siad with a grin on his beak. "You ARE A fox after all, and sooner or later it is bound to happen. I just hoped you would ask before just doing it."
 
"But.... ohhh.... she DID ask.......mmmmmmm this feels so nice..." Abby moaned, her eyes narrow slits as she fought sleep, steam coming from her honey-glazed form. Foxy came over and poured more of the sauce on her, turning to look at Chicken Little again...
 
Shocked when she saw that he was plucking away his feathers! She was about to say something, but let it go. Why not? After all, he wasn't very big. maybe she could have a fried chicken sandwich with the roasted duck.
 
"Am I ready?" Abby said sleepily. Foxy nodded, taking her off, that big poofy chef's hat swaying about as Foxy licked her slobbery lips. She wasn;t about to be clean and neat when she ate Abby. She had fangs, she had hunger, she was gonna have POULTRY!
 
So, she set her on the platter, admiring her for a bit, Chicken Little watching in curiousity as FOxy tied a napkin around her neck.
 
"Enjo Foxy." Abby whispered, relaxing for a moment.
 
"Oh I intend to." She replied, opening wide. WIth one big SNAP, off went Abby's head, beginning the feast. But FOxy eeped as the detached head still managed to keep on laughing and enjoyting this from inside the foxy gut! She had to find out what was in that spice!
 
"Wow... that really looks... fun!" Chicken Little said, the fox turning her head, covered in honey glaze and duckmeat, smiling.
 
"Wait your turn Chicken Little." She said, grinning toothily. "I want my chicken sandwich." She returned to eating Abby, messily gobbiling up her arms, her drumsticks (Her favorite part Foxy would later recall), and her plump, delicoous white meat. TO her it seemed like she was eating forever, but in actuality it did not take long for he ravenous foxie to eat Abby up. Only a pile of feathers and clothers showed she had ever existed.
 
"NOW it is your turn.... BURRRRRRRRRRRRP!" FOxie belched, Chicken Little stepping closer. Foxie smiled some and went in close....
 
"Psyche." She siad, bopping Chicken Little on the head. " COme on Chicken, what do you think I am a hippo? I only got so much room in my stomach!" She laughed and hugged the chicken to her tummy. "BUT, I do have plans for you for supper, you and maybe your frinds..."
 
Chicken Little actuially smiled. Should he tell her he dreamed she would make him into a pot pie?
 
Nah.... best save that for later.... How could she know his desires?
 
Or Runt's?
 
How did she know they all wanted her to eat them?
 
How?
 
 
Ah who cares, just make room in that belly for a poultry feast!
 
 
THE END