#pizza delivery
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Its PIZZA TIME! 29 minute delivery guarantee or your pizza is fr- nevermind…
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*waits until 15 minutes after the pizza delivery place opens so I don’t look desperate*
Myla was currently stretched out across the couch. The calico’s legs hung over one side, and her head rested on a throw pillow, propping it up slightly so she can look at her phone. She let out a sigh as she idly scrolled through news articles.
“Everything okay?”
Myla’s roommate, a feline with cream fur and dark-brown point coloration, was sitting across the small apartment at their kitchen table (though it was arguable whether you could really call it a “kitchen,” as it was more like an extended part of their living room.) She had been working at her laptop, but now was glancing curiously over in Myla’s direction.
“Yeah, I’m fine, Alicia,” Myla said. “Was just wondering what I’m gonna do for dinner.”
“Oh! Did I not say anything? I’m gonna take care of dinner tonight. I already ordered pizza,” Alicia says. “Should be here any minute.”
Myla’s ears perked up. She propped herself up with one arm to look across the room at her roommate. “With anchovies?”
Alicia grinned. “Yes, with anchovies.”
Myla hopped up into a sitting position. “Alicia, you’re the best! You didn’t have to do that. I could have figured something out!”
Alicia responded with a dismissive wave. “Nah, you’re good. It’s not like I’m actually going to need the pizza, anyway.”
Myla’s brow furrowed as she mulled over this statement. “What? But then what are you going to…?” Then the feline’s eyes widened as she made the realization. “Alicia, no.”
Alicia just shrugged. “What can I say? I just can’t help myself.”
“Alicia, you can’t. You can’t keep eating delivery people.” Myla crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“I think you’ll find that I can,” Alicia said, running her tongue across her muzzle.
“No, I mean, you’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep doing this! Delivery people are not free food!” Myla buried her face in her hands. “I won’t let you.”
“Get in trouble with who? The pizza place?” Alicia giggled. “What are they gonna do, send a private enforcer to take me out? Besides, why would they be mad? It’s not like they don’t get their money – I always pay ahead on the website, and I leave a generous tip. Don’t worry, Myla. I’ve done this plenty of times, and it’s never been a problem. And besides…”
There was a scoot of wood against tile as Alicia got up from her chair and started walking towards the couch, her hips swaying with each step. “It hasn’t seemed like you minded when I’ve done this before.”
Myla felt a small flush of heat in her cheeks as she looked up from her hands. She took in the jean shorts and pink tank-top that her roommate was wearing, and Myla could imagine the cream-colored belly just beneath them. Memories flashed through her mind: that mouse boy from the asian place down the street. A little male bunny from the sandwich shop. And that cute vixen from the very same pizza place that Alicia had ordered from now. All of them had disappeared between Alicia’s lips, causing that flat, cream-colored belly to bulge outward, turning into a swell of squirms and protests.
And every time, Myla had just watched.
“N-not this time,” Myla stammered. She was struggling to find the words. “Seriously, Alicia, you can’t keep doing this!”
Alicia just smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Myla. She wrapped one arm around Myla’s shoulders, and placed her other hand on her thigh.
“How about this,” Alicia said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “After I eat this one… I’ll let you rub my belly.”
Myla’s mouth went dry. Her cheeks were burning, and she could feel a bit of warmth pooling in her lower belly. She squirmed in place, rubbing her knees together. “M-Myla… y-you…”
DING-DONG!
Both girls jumped as the doorbell rang. “Oh! That must be it!” Alicia hopped to her paws. “If you’re gonna stop me, this would be the moment!” She said, as she sauntered towards the door.
Myla got up as well, straightening the light blue sun dress she was wearing as she followed her roommate. She could stop her. She would stop her. She could just shout a warning, or push Alicia aside and get the pizza herself. It would be easy.
Alicia opened the door.
Standing in the door frame was a petite, but full-figured rabbit. She was wearing an orange polo and slacks – the uniform of the pizzeria. She had three boxes expertly balanced on one hand.
“Got a delivery for Alicia,” the bunny said.
“That’s me! I need to grab my wallet really quick. Please, come in, it’ll just take a second.”
The rabbit narrowed her eyes, and Myla’s heart skipped a beat. Of course she wouldn’t accept an invitation into a stranger’s apartment. The rabbit would be safe after all, and Myla wouldn’t have to do anything!
But then the rabbit shrugged and stepped inside. Alicia walked around her and shut the door.
Myla let out a long breath that she hadn’t even realized she had been holding.
The rabbit walked up to the kitchen table and set the pizzas on it, having to reach up with both hands to do so. She didn’t even seem to notice Alicia stalking up behind her.
Myla swallowed hard as she watched the sight. Her teeth were clenched, and she was breathing hard through her nose. It was going to happen any moment now. Alicia would pounce, the rabbit would scream, and it would be over.
But then the rabbit reached down, gripped the bottom of her polo, and pulled it off, tossing it aside. Now wearing just a bra from the waist-up, she turned to face Alicia.
This was so unexpected that even Alicia was taken aback. She stopped, just a few feet from her intended prey. “What are you…?”
The feline’s moment of hesitation was her downfall – literally. The bunny leaped forward, those powerful legs propelling her straight into Alicia’s chest. The momentum sent the feline sprawling backwards, and the rabbit landed on top of her abdomen, straddling her.
What in the world was going on!?
The rabbit took advantage of Alicia’s disorientation to grab the feline’s tank top. She quickly yanked it off, forcing the feline’s arms up, before tossing it aside.
Myla and Alicia both realized what was happening at the same time.
“W-wait, you can’t…!” Alicia started to shout.
The rabbit opened her small mouth wide, and somehow, impossibly, glomped it down over the feline’s head.
Alicia tried to struggle, but it happened too quickly. The rabbit was already swallowing, pulling the feline’s head into her impossibly tiny throat, which seemed to have no problem stretching to accommodate the much larger prey. Then Alicia’s arms became trapped at her sides as the rabbit’s lips stretched over her chest. In spite of Alicia’s best attempts to squirm and struggle, the rabbit just moved with her, making steady progress down the feline’s abdomen.
Myla found herself taking a step forward, her hands clenched together at her chest. She watched the sight with horrified fascination. The bunny was up to Alicia’s waist now, and she started undoing the buttons on the feline’s jean shorts, pulling them down. Myla had seen Alicia pull similar maneuvers: it had the dual purpose of both removing synthetic fabric that the predator wouldn’t want to eat, and also letting the clothing item get tangled up in the prey’s legs, making it harder to kick. It certainly seemed to be effective now, as Alicia’s legs started to disappear between the rabbit’s lips.
Glp. Gluk.
The rabbit swallowed, and swallowed again, inch after inch of those kicking legs and thrashing tail disappearing into her gullet. Finally, the shorts were tossed aside entirely, and the rabbit’s large teeth clicked closed behind Alicia’s toes.
GLK.
The rabbit sat on her knees on the floor, her belly resting in front of her. Her gut was absolutely enormous. It writhed and squirmed, and Myla could hear frantic yowls and screams coming from inside. On the bunny’s tiny frame, it looked so much bigger than Alicia’s had ever been.
Then the rabbit’s eyes suddenly snapped to Myla.
Myla took a reflexive step back, but one of the bunny’s hands shot out, grabbing her ankle. This caused the feline to lose her balance, and she fell, tumbling to the floor.
“W-wait!” Myla tried to yank her ankle away from the rabbit’s grip. “Don’t!”
“This is what happens when you don’t play nice,” the rabbit said. “I mean, I can’t exactly be mad, but you’ve got to be ready for a taste of your own medicine.”
“But… but I didn’t!” Myla tried to protest.
But the rabbit was already lifting Myla’s paw towards her open mouth.
Desperate, Myla kicked at the rabbit with her free foot, while flipping herself over and trying to crawl away. The rabbit was currently weighed down with Alicia, if she could just put some distance between them…!
But the rabbit had a death grip on her ankle, and she intercepted Myla’s other paw with her free hand, catching her other ankle as well. Myla looked back over her shoulder to see both paws being lifted towards the rabbit’s open mouth.
She felt wetness starting to surround her toes.
“O-oh no! Please, no!”
The rabbit swallowed. Myla could feel the tongue pushing her paws back into the tight throat, as the rabbit started working her way up Myla’s legs.
Myla tried to grab onto something, anything, to stop her backwards progress. But the rabbit’s gullet was strong, and the feline’s claws just scrabbled on the kitchen tile, not finding any purchase.
The rabbit reached her knees, and she used one hand to catch Myla’s thrashing tail, stuffing it into her mouth along with the feline’s legs. Another swallow, and the rabbit’s head disappeared beneath the hem of Myla’s dress.
For a moment, Myla wondered if the rabbit was going to get caught on the dress material. But then she felt another swallow, and the warm wetness of the rabbit’s mouth slid up her hips. The material of the clothing started to bunch up as Myla was pulled backwards. She was being eaten out of her dress!
“P-please!” Myla begged, still clawing desperately at the kitchen floor. “I swear, I had n-nothing to do with it! It was all Alicia’s idea!”
Glp. Glp. The dress bunched up further, and the warmth traveled up Myla’s stomach. She felt her paws touch something furry and moving. Alicia. Her paws were in the rabbit’s stomach!
“Please, listen!” Myla was sobbing now, tears starting to stain the fur of her cheeks. “It wasn’t me!”
Glk. Now her chest was swallowed up, eliciting another squirm. The bunched up dress was gathering around Myla’s face, blocking her vision.
She tried desperately to claw at the bunny, to grab onto something, to do anything. But the rabbit just swallowed again, and the dark interior of the dress was replaced with the rabbit’s mouth, her vision suddenly framed by teeth.
“P-please,” she begged one more time. “D-don’t…”
She felt the rabbit’s tongue press against her face, pushing her back towards the gullet.
GLLLK.
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Bruni tilted her head back as she slurped up the last of the feline’s arms, the flailing limbs disappearing through the sleeves of the dress. Then she reached up and pulled the bunched up dress off of herself, tossing it aside with the other discarded clothes, before she swallowed one last time. The feline slid the rest of the way down her gullet, joining her friend in her already-bloated gut.
Letting out a large, satisfied sigh, Bruni rolled onto her back.
Her gut squirmed and writhed, and she could make out the paws and hands and muzzles of the felines as they desperately fought in her belly. Not that it would do them any good. They’d be on her hips soon no matter what they tried.
She felt a rumbling moving up her chest. She opened her mouth wide.
BRAAAAAAAAP!
The belch was loud enough to rattle the walls of the apartment. Bruni thought she heard an annoyed neighbor thumping on the wall.
Bruni took a deep breath, covering her mouth as she let out another small belch. Maybe two at once had been a little much. But she knew her boss would understand. If she hadn’t “taken care” of these two, they’d be a threat to other delivery folk in the future.
And that first feline had been so sure that she had Bruni in the palm of her hand. She just couldn’t resist turning it around on her.
She would text her boss in a minute, let her know that she needed to take the rest of the night off. It was going to take her a while to work through these two felines, and judging by how things were going so far, she was looking at a night of indigestion.
And yet, somehow, she still wasn’t disappointed.
She took a deep breath, and caught the scent of the pizza. Smiling to herself, she reached over, grabbing one of the boxes and sliding it closer.
If she was going to have indigestion anyway, might as well indulge a little more, right?
Before she got her job at the bar where she works now, Bruni worked at a pizza place! She has a very particular skillset that’s very useful for delivery people in a vore setting.
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Damn, she wasn’t expecting it to be a female. Awesome. #PizzaDare
