Home Delivery
A Furside Tale by Misterebony (one long overdue!)
  Living in the neutral districts of Furside didn't just mean intermingling of Furs and Humes. Here buisnesses could thrive that wouldn't do as well in other districts. One such example was the idea of a special kind of home delivery. Oh I am certain you have heard about it in other areas and other dimensions, but today I want to show you how it would work here. Our story centers around a man, a woman, a phone call, and in the end a special night.
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 The night began for our female person with the phone call. She was home alone on a Saturday night and had no real plans for anything to do. So she decided tonight was a good night for some home delivery and a good movie. She smiled as her bushy tail swished about at the thought of...
 Hm? Your wondering about the tail? Well I don't see why considering our female lead is a fox Fur. Cara was her name, and her fur was bright red on her arms, legs, and back, with very sensual streaks of white fur on her chest to make it seem like a skimpy bathing suit. And boy was she pretty! Shapely rear, round and soft breasts, a smile that made most men fall hard, and green eyes that were so beautiful that if you stared at them for too long, you were hers. How could a Fur so lovely not have a date?
 Well.... honestly I don't have the foggiest idea. Perhaps she was wanting some time alone. Perhaps even as lovely as she was others had trumped her looks. But whatever the reason there she was, browsing the phonebook for a good delivery place. And she found one.
 And that is where our story begins.
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 The female waited on the phone, tapping her paw fingers on the nearby counter, her belly rumbling for something yummy. Finally she got an answer.
 "Hello?...... Oh good, I have the right number..... yes id like to place an order. Id like a male delivery man.... oh about 20.... no ill do the prep here..... is that allowed? Oh in that case sure!..... sweet prefably, I kinda have a sweet tooth....... CaraWatts..... yes..... about 20 minutes? More than enough time to set up. Thank you."
 She hung up the phone and licked her lips, heading to the kitchen and getting out a big cookie sheet and a batch of sweet dough she had made earlier. She was going to have a meal that was big and sweet and fattening.She just could not wait for it to arrive!
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 A few minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring. She rubbed her paws together and went to the door, answering it. On the other side was a man about 20 years old, his skin lightly tanned and wearing a big smile. His uniform bore a picture of a Hume and a cat Fur hand in hand, a fork and knife on either side. It was the trademark of the Companions Kitchen, a home delivery service dedicated to providing a nice meal for families and singles whodid not have a food pet. The costs for such a meal was very cheap, especially if you did the prep yourself.
 The foxy woman licked her lips at the handsome man and stepped aside so that he could enter. He smiled at her in return.
 "I see it must be Saturday Cara," the man said, "since you usually only order from us on a Saturday."
 The fox looked him over. "Well... I like to have a little treat every now and then. Now I have to admit I paid a little extra."
 The guy nodded. "Ah yes. Your request for our special pre- meal massage. Helps work up an appetite so you'll be able to gobble me up completely. After all, the Companions Kitchen has a strict no leftovers policy."
 Cara nodded in understanding. "So... where do we...?"
 He hmmmed. "How about on the couch here? Just lie on your belly to start and we can begin."
 Caravan shivered, her tail waving furiously in anticipation, eager to be massaged by her handsome dinner. "Ummm... can you strip for this please? I kinda... ummmm....."
 The meal to be nodded. "Of course. It will hopefully help you decide better how to prepare me." He said as he removed first his shirt and then his pants, tossing them aside for the moment, followed by his undergarments. She was drooling as she saw how good and sweet he looked. Already she could imagine biting a bit of arm or some leg wrapped in the dough, the taste divine.
 But the fun had only just begun. The treat soon began to massage the back and sides of the fox, doing it in places that seemed to stimulate her hunger. He was good at this, his hands moving across her back in circles, kneading her skin like it was bread dough. Then he worked on her rear, making her shiver with delight.
 "Normally when you are ready to eat you pounce the person." The man said as he worked the overly sensitive area around her tail. "This massage triggers primal instincts. I once had this work so well the diner forgot about preparing and ate me raw..."
 To be honest, Cara didn't hear a word. The massage was so thorough, so deep, that it was like every pore in her body was crying out in bliss. And her hunger! Oh how it increased. She felt ravenous, almost feral, as she panted and moaned like a feline in heat, even yipping uncontrollably. As he worked his way up her back and against her shoulders, she found that shrewa s truly losing her control. She was hungry and this man was food!
 Her instincts kicked in, as his scent overwhelmed her senses, his sweat, his musky odor, the fox found delicious. She reared up on her knees with a sudden motion, then kept from the couch onto her dinner, pinning him fast to the floor, bruising him just a little. She licked her lips as he smiled.
 "Works every time, see?" He said with a wink. She nodded and got up. He went to as well but she placed her foot on his chest.
 "Food doesn't move. It is prepared, baked, and eaten." She explained, lifting him up. He sighed a little as he was taken to her kitchen where the cookie dough and baking sheet waited. Quickly she set to work, coating his form with warmed butter, then rolling him in the dough. It was nothing fancy, just basic sugar cookie dough, but the fox had plans to improve that.
 First, once he was sealed good and tight, she pressed in a variety of brainy and brown sugar soaked nuts. She called them "Hume Enhancers" since she at least always used two on females she ate, one on each breast. Then, she sprinkled on baking chocolate, sugar, and a little bit of maple sugar over the whole of it and onto the greased baking tray. Together it all would work to make the man into a wonderfully delicious little treat. The prepwork almost done, she set about putting him into the oven, liftinf the tray with him on it and puttting him in.
 "Enjoy your meal!" He said just as the door closed. Cara had every intention of doing just that.
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 A half hour later the fox Fur was seated in front of the tv, wwtching a corny romantic comedy about a cat and a mouse who fall in love, eating her man cookie. During the baking, she noticed, the dough had bulged out at his thighs, lifting several of her Hume Enhancers, making a sort of erotic little cookie tower. Only his head had been eft exposed, and that was golden brown and sighing with every bite that she took. By now his on arm was gone, and she was biting into his shoulder.
 "I must remember to order you again when I buy from your place." She said Free swallowing her current wonderful mouthful. "Your just too delicious a cookie to have just one."
 The man sighed. "Thanks. But I don't know if we can do that..."
 He cri,ed and moaned as she reached down and bit at his crotch, sending a tsunami of pleasure through his system.She then gave him a plotting look.
 "Oh I can be pretty persuasive." She said, licking her lips sensually. He blushed and moaned as he wriggled in the dough, the fox happily consuming his every part, slowly, ever so teasingly, eating at random parts like any good cookie eater should.
 Oh yes. She would definately get this one for home delivery again. Perhaps next time something more mealy.... and more arousing.
 "Mmmmm...." she said as she bit at his neck, giving him massive pleasure before he passed out. "Delicuous."
  The End.