Summary:
Lyla gets revenge on her lazy husband, Jupiter, while cleaning with the vacuum.
Featuring: F/M, Vacuum Vore, Unwilling, Non-Fatal, Object Pred, Revenge, Married Couple
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Lyla the Lynx had just about had it with her husband. That lazy dog was driving her up a wall. . .

She was currently continuing her cleaning around the house, as she had been doing for several days by this point. The feline was intent on making their living space spotless, but did Jupiter want to help? No!

The German Shepherd was currently sitting on the couch in the living room, shoveling popcorn in his mouth from a large bowl, all while watching classic cartoon reruns on the television. Lyla was plugging in her vacuum to clean the rug, and was hoping that the loud noise of the machine would give him a /tiny/ hint. Just a /little/ indication that /maybe/ he should get off his butt and help her.

But as she went around the room, sucking up dust and dirt with the vacuum cleaner, Jupiter seemed entirely unfazed, and even looked like he was paying /more attention/ to the television programming! Why was he just lazing about?! It was infuriating. . .

And then, he got on her last nerve. The German Shepherd leaned forward, as if he was going to stand up and assist . . . but instead, he lifted up his arm and pointed to a corner of the room! “Hey babe, I think you missed a spot,” he grunted. “That part of the carpet’s still not looking great, so could you get that? Thanks.”

Oh, that was /it/. Lyla started silently fuming, and she opened her mouth to tell him off—but just as she was going to, a devious idea came to her mind. She smiled, a mischievous grin coming slowly onto her face. Oh, this was going to be /so/ satisfying. . .

She turned to Jupiter, and he looked up, seeing her face. “What’s with that look?” he asked, frowning.

“Oh, I just realized you’re right,” the lynx replied innocently, vacuuming closer to the couch. "I do believe I /did/ miss a spot . . . namely, this big, lazy hairball that’s dirtying up the couch!”

The feline shoved the vacuum forward, right in front of his feet, and lifted it up, sucking his toes into the machine. “I better clean it up~!” she exclaimed, cackling.

“H-Hey, hold on, I didn’t want you to get /me/!” Jupiter yelled, trying to tug his feet out of the vacuum. But instead, they went deeper into the device, and he felt them get crammed into the tight tube of the machine’s body, heading toward the dust bag. . .

“Too bad, because I’m going to suck you up!” Lyla told him victoriously, still laughing. “So don’t fight it, ‘cause I got some major cleaning to do!”

The German Shepherd gulped as he felt more of him get sucked up by the vacuum: his ankles got pulled inside, then his calves, all squeezed into the device. He felt he feet pop into a large, but ticklish, space, and realized: that had to be the dust bag! He wasn’t going to end up in there, was he. . .?

“Y-You’re not actually going to vacuum all of me, are you hun?” he frantically asked his wife. “Surely you’re going to turn it off and let me go at some point!”

“Well, that wouldn’t be cleaning up /all/ of this hairball, now would it?” Lyla asked, not skipping a beat. “And I do want to be /thorough/ in my work!”

Jupiter opened his mouth to let out a retort, but at that moment, his thighs were pulled into the vacuum, making him cry out in surprise at the sudden suction. More of him emptied into the vacuum bag, making it bulge a bit. When his feet poked out from the inside, they nudged up against Lyla’s stomach.

“Oh!” The lynx let out a cry, pleasantly surprised by the touch. Then, she smiled. If more of him went against her gut, she could imagine that she was sucking him inside of her belly, all while vacuuming him up! Oh, that would be fun. . .

Lyla crouched down so that her stomach was right against the outside of the bag, and felt Jupiter’s legs shove up against her gut as his midsection got forced into the vacuum. “How do you like that, huh?” she asked, laughing. “I’m halfway done cleaning already!”

Jupiter let out a whimper, and started squirming, his lower body thrashing as he fought to get it out. But that only seemed to get him in deeper: the middle of his body, along with his arms, got pulled in with one big bout of suction! A few more pulls, and only his head was left.

“Please, I’m sorry!” he cried. “Just let me out, come on!”

“To little too late,” Lyla replied smoothly, feeling his imprint from the vacuum up against her stomach. “See ya!”

Jupiter cried out as the last of him was pulled into the vacuum, his voice silenced when his muzzle got crammed into the tube. He was pulled through it and popped into the dust bag of the machine, whimpering as he settled in with the dirt and grime inside. It dirtied his fur and tickled his nose, making him sneeze. This was just great. . .

Lyla smiled and patted the vacuum bag, feeling the huge bulge her husband was making inside of it. She felt as victorious as if she had gobbled him up herself, and that was oh-so-very satisfying. “How do you like that?” she proclaimed. “That’s what you get for being such a lazy lout!”

“Oh come on, hun!” Jupiter whined. “Just let me out, please!”

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” the lynx replied. “And the only place a hairball like you belongs is in the trash—so let’s get you there!”

She took out the vacuum bag and walked to the front door, clutching it with one paw. Jupiter squirmed and fought inside, trying to escape, but unfortunately, the area was quite strong and stretchy. So his struggles did nothing, aside from confirming that he wasn’t getting out of this one!

Lyla went outside and to the metal trash bin. She lifted the lid, plopped the vacuum bag inside, and walked back in the house.

Jupiter smelled something stinky around him, and as the sounds from birds outside began to register in his mind, he realized where he was. “Aw man!” he exclaimed. “Come on babe, don’t leave me in the garbage! Come get me out!”

The lynx was already inside by now. She put in a new vacuum bag, briefly finished the living room cleaning, and then plopped down on the couch to rest. Now it was her turn to shovel popcorn into her mouth while watching television! And she was intent on enjoying every single second of this.

But with Jupiter crying out in the trash can, unable to escape his situation, he was vulnerable to anybody who might happen to hear him. Hopefully whoever found him was going to be willing to help, and wasn’t going to take advantage of the situation. . .

But Lyla wasn’t thinking about any of this. She howled with laughter at the cartoons on TV, and enjoyed basking in the afterglow of her victory.