title: Special Delivery aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [TheWonderingCanine] id: [47108988] date: 星期日, 十一月 20日 2022, 9:27:13 晚上 modified: 星期日, 十一月 20日 2022, 9:40:49 晚上

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Special Delivery

Author: TheWonderingCanine Source: Special Delivery

Darkness, well not complete darkness. Little holes had been poked into the roof that were there to allow for air to circulate was also letting in some light as his package had been handed off from one currier to another. Charlie’s memory hadn’t fully come back since he woke up inside of this box, least he thought he was in a box.

Thump

It didn’t always make sense when he heard a loud thump outside, it either meant he had slipped from someone’s grasp or had been placed inside a vehicle for transport. It didn’t sound as hectic though, something was off, but he couldn’t tell what it was just yet. There was usually something going on, other packages being stacked onto him or other workers clamoring about things that needed to be in their proper placement before being shipped off. Except this time there hadn’t been any of the normal noises he had become accustomed to, where had he wound up?

Smack stretched, yellow fur shining in the morning light and cheeks flushed from the blood rushing to his face, nothing on his mind besides the pounding in his head. Wait...that wasn’t a pounding in his head, it sounded more forward, like it was coming from his front door. Not wanting to leave the bed yet, looking to his left, Eve had been sleeping still, snoring, and rolling around. Sighing to himself, he tossed the blanket off his legs and hoped off the bed when the knocking stopped. Smack considered heading back to bed, however, his curiosity had been peaked, why had someone been knocking at his door for so long? Maybe if he got to the door quick enough, he would catch someone down the hall. Jogging through his living room, he approached his door and opened it swiftly, where he didn’t see someone down the hall as he peered through the doorframe. Nothing. Although there was a brown box resting on his welcome mat, there hadn’t been any notes or labels visible on the top or sides from Smack could tell. There was a section with his name drawn on it.

It couldn’t be something dangerous could it? The thought crossed Smack’s mind and didn’t worry him too much, he lived in a good neighborhood and if worst comes to worst, Smack would be shrunk and have to contact Eve, wouldn’t be the first time. Picking it up and tossing the package onto the counter, observing the small holes punctured throughout and figured it shouldn’t have been thrown. He shrugged and flicked open his pocketknife, cutting open the tape that held down the flaps. Upon seeing what was inside, he couldn’t have thought about what would be waiting for him.

A micro tied up and mouth taped shut. An IV drip was there but not hooked up, looking like it was meant to be used after the micro had been properly used. A note was left inside, nested beside the little guy.

Noe though it may seem odd that this micro had been bound against his will. It is part of the play for your pleasure, he hired a friend to tie and ship him off to you at random

Smack smirked, smiling and chuckling at the little guy, loving the idea of what could happen to the micro while playing him.

“So little guy, do you want to be my toy? I have a few things that come to mind.” He said, shaking his ass which made the micro shake slightly, “Oh there’s nothing to be afraid of, my ass is very good at keeping micros safe, if you don’t mind the company.”

GLORP

“Heh, my gut says hi to its new tenant”

Charlie yelped, despite it going unnoticed as the giant folf’s fingers cut through the rope easily, and undoing the tape from his muzzle, allowing for him to speak. “Please, please let me go I don’t want to be your little toy I want to be free.”

“Awww, you’re so cute and almost strong enough to pry away from my fingers!” Smack wrapped his paw around the little guy, bringing him up to eye level. It looked pretty cute, light brown fur with a long tail that ended in a cream color tip, fluffy black tip ears and button nose. “God I could crush you or eat you, you’re so fucking cute! I almost feel bad for what’s coming.” He paused, feeling a bubbling sensation in his gut spread to his throat, opening his mouth as a loud belch escaped through Smack’s throat. Strands of spit and gas assaulted Charlie making him wince and cry out in shock. “Sto-“ Charlie’s plead was caught in his throat as his body flung forward and Smack’s maw rushed to meet him. A slimy tongue lurched forward and wrapped around Charlie’s body, coating him in saliva and mucus, pulling him inside. Sealed in darkness, he had no sense of direction as he was tossed around, coming to rest on Smack’s tongue which pushed his head between the plump lips, forcing blinding light to shine down onto him.

“Have you ever had a tongue wrestle you before?” Smack spoke, a little muffled by the micro in his mouth, however he could feel the panic surging through the little thing, no matter how much he fought, there was no escaping what was about to happen. Smack’s tongue pinned Charlie down, making the micro yelp and attempt to push it off him as the slimy monster writhed back and forth until it slipped away. Another attack sent Charlie into another fleshy pocket, most likely Smack’s cheek but the little micro didn’t have time to consider that fact before the tongue was upon him once again, lapping and prodding at every part of his body, thankfully leaving any open holes alone.

Eve opens the door to his bedroom and headed over to Smack, turning around his boyfriend and planting a loving kiss onto his lips. It Eve a moment to realise that Smack had something in his mouth, at first thinking it was a piece of gum before understanding it was micro and pulled Smack closer. Charlie had no room to move or breath as two pink monsters came at him from both sides, fighting one another while he was caught in the middle, this couldn’t be happening. They had to know he wasn’t enjoying this, maybe that’s what they want! But as he was getting ready to fight off another wave of tongue assault, the second tongue pulled away and out of Smack’s lips.

“Wow! It’s been so long since we had a micro to play with, Val still hasn’t been since last time.” Eve commented before seating himself at the counter.

Oh my God

“Yeah that little guy couldn’t help the absolute power of my ass and your cock huh. Maybe he’s dead.” Smack chuckled, spitting Charlie into a nearby bowl, globs of spit following along, creating a little pool of Smack’s natural liquid. The little guy seemed worn out so Smack turned his attention to Eve, who had a bulge peeking out from his boxers.

“I forgot it feels so good to dominate over something” Eve glanced at the bowl, a devious smile appearing on his face. “Lets try and not obliterate this one.”

Smack burst out laughing, “You’re the one who wanted to see if the little guy could hold your weight!” He snorted, walking to the fridge to grab something to drink.

Eve peered into the bowl, pathetic little thing still trying to recover, even at this height Eve could see a faint blush. Maybe he wasn’t so resistant to this kinda stuff after all. “Yeah, well he couldn’t, and the smell of iron was on my paw pad for weeks” He withdrew from the bowl after that, sensing hunger in his stomach. “Should we order our special for when little ones like this end up in our possession? Spicy food is always your favorite.”

The folf stood up, ass swaying from side to side, tail swaying in a similar motion. “No one would suspect us making another order of ‘deadly hot wing’ this week?”

“I promise Jet’s roommate orders more than we do and that hyena doesn’t even torture little guys, for now I wanna order and watch a movie with you!” Eve took a drink and the bowl containing Charlie over to the couch and coffee table. Opening up a bag of pre-popped popcorn, one of those Smartfood that Smack is always raving about, was promptly dumped into the bowl, burying Charlie underneath.

Everything was happening so fast, and his mind had been trying to catch up since the two macros had kissed. The spit had begun to stick to his fur and clump up, making it hard to move and not to mention that there had been a pile of hot popcorn barring down onto him, Charlie could hear the two macros enjoying one another’s company not even thinking about the micro that had wound up beneath their snack. He had to find a way to tell them about this big misunderstanding. Charlie tried listening into their conversation, soon finding that his arms and body had given up on him, leaving a tired and worn Charlie to just lie there and wait out the sky of popcorn, if he was destined to see the light of day once again. Maybe he could rest his head back and regain his strength.

Nearly a movie length later…..

“Oh, it seems like we are almost out” Smack commented, picking up the bowl as the credits of their movie rolled. Brining it up to his lips, he was ready to throw back the remainder of popped corn into his gullet before a small form caught his attention.

“Bah!” Forgot about this little guy, plucking up Charlie and licked up pieces of the popcorn that stuck to the little micro’s fur. “Almost sent you to an early grave little one” Smack smiled a wide, toothy grin, licking his lips a new layer of slimy saliva.

“I-I didn’t plan on being sent to…” Charlie’s voice trailed off, he had managed to fall asleep, meaning his current state wasn’t the most aware of what was going on around him. “Help me..”

“Huh? Little guy you gotta speak up if you’re planning on conversing with someone who is so much bigger than you!” Smack’s cheeks bulged outwards as a belch escaped past his lips, forcing Charlie to breathe in his rank breath. “Ha, sorry little one, you must’ve hated that.”

Knock knock

Smack remained seating as Eve stood up to receive the order, some words being exchange but nothing that could be heard by Smack, barely even audible to Charlie. Eve’s body walked back to couch after closing the front door, placing down two Styrofoam containers down some condensation present on the lip of both boxes. Smack held Charlie in one paw and used his other one to prop open his box. Steam rose up as the lid of the container smacked onto the table, revealing an envious sight of sauced wings, drums where Smack’s favorite. A hot aroma filled the air, mixed with garlic and a faint hint of oil from which these wings were fried in.

Charlie once again felt someone’s grip on him loosen. This time not into an empty bowl of saliva but plummeting into a heated composition of wings and a lake of hot sauce that was burning to the touch. He propped himself on a drum, trying not to fall in and risk suffering burns.

“Come on little guy don’t be afraid” Eve’s voice mocked him, before using his fingers to flick at the back of Charlie. Sending the micro into a splash of sauce, creating a small wave to crash against the wings, creating a new shine to them. Both macros watched as bubbles trickled across the surface for a few seconds, then an eruption nearby the corner splashed some of the sauce onto the table.

Charlie tried to calm himself down, he was caught off guard and wound-up swallowing some of the hot sauce, creating a burning sensation of burning inside of his gut. He pulled his body onto something, he couldn’t find the strength to look around as to what he heaved onto but once his body felt it was secure, he broke out into a coughing fit, fumes infecting his lungs and making them burn. Wiping away the burning liquid from his eyes, he saw the devious smiles of the giants that hung above him. “Why?” Charlie’s weak voice once again didn’t reach their ears. His disorientation faded slightly but not entirely it allowed him to know where he was but not what he was on top of.

Smack placed a paw onto his belly as a gurgling echoed out and filled the room. “Well, better time then ever to get started on my meal.”

Those words barely registered in Charlie’s mind before his platform shook and felt like it had been lifted up, his claws sunk into meat, trying his best to secure his spot and not fall. Against his body’s willingness to, he opened his eyes, pained by the sauce as it leaked into his eyes. Bleary vision cursed him so much so that there was little he could make up what had been in front of him, however, a familiar smell touched through the intense smell of hot sauce. It was Smack’s breath; he was about to be eaten. It was now or never; he couldn’t let his life get snuffed out without a fight.

Smack had other plans for the little guy, however. Watching Charlie attempt to stumble to his feet on the drumstick made him rush his food into his maw, wrapping his lips around the meaty drumstick, along with the micro who began struggling against the mighty forces that governed his movements.

Charlie flung forwarded onto the wet pouch that lay in wait for him. Taking a breath of humid air, allowed him to gain some clarity to his situation. Before him was Smack’s massive incisors as they punctured through the cooked meat, spraying juices and sauce every, some landing onto Smack’s tongue which made the giant moan out. Smack was loving this, and poor Charlie had no way out but down. Everything moved in rhythm, even the tongue he rested on gyrated slightly, waiting eagerly for the bite of food to meet it. And just as Charlie had been flung, he watched as the meat from the meat of the drum had been ripped from its bone which collided with Charlie, sending him back onto his ass, knocking the wind out of him. He once again felt the ground beneath him move as things shifted around and sent Charlie and the food rocking around, knocking into flesh and teeth that grinded around him. Pressing down onto him with sharp force but almost an intentionally gentle way it went about sending him around Smack’s maw. Was the yellow folf trying to spare him? Maybe this had been some fucked up way of toying with a micro. That hope was soon dashed as he was pushed into the back of Smack’s throat. The tongue that once held him in security was about to send him to a violent doom. He barely had a chance to grab something before falling into an abyss. Charlie could barely breath in his new environment, each side of him was being compressed and squeezed while gyrating many times over. He had thought the mouth was bad, but Smack’s throat was proving to be the worst thing yet, then something caught his mind’s attention, there was going to be something worse than this coming up in the future, all food must exit someone’s body eventually. Soon enough his head popped through a sphincter that brought him into a new room, everything smelled like grossness, different than anything he’s ever had the displeasure of smelling. As his body slowly slid into Smack’s stomach, Charlie was able to see a few things through the humidity and gas fumes that rose off the bubbly liquid surface.

In the distance, he saw a few platform-like things that bobbed up and down independently of the current that splashed at their sides. Aside from those objects, he could see something directly below him and had hoped that this thing would be able to hold his weight through his time inside of this giant’s gut. As if on que, his body slid out from the tight tunnel with a loud SHLUCK, and Charlie was free falling onto a gross mush of things that Smack had eaten prior. His platform was unreasonably slimy and coated in an oily film which seemed to cover almost everything inside of this chamber, the air was also a little thinner in here, maybe the combination of body heat and gastric acid is making it slightly easier to breath.

GLLLLOOOORRRP

Everything shook and loudly sounded off in Charlie’s ears, the sea of acid moved along with the loud gurgling as the digestion process had been started, the platforms he once noticed were now topside, crumbling as they were thrown into the stomach walls, scattering into tiny pieces that sunk or crumbled into nothing. He stood trying to fight against the constant waves that assaulted his platform, dragging him along the raging the ocean.

Smack let out a burp, blowing it out before eating more wings, sauce dripping down his lips and chin that usually signaled how much he was enjoying the food. A soft gurgling sounded through his lower gut, meaning his belly was enjoying it just as much as he was. Thoughts of the micro that had kicked off his meal was not at the forefront of his mind, who knows even if it could’ve survived this long. Smack reached for a drink of his soda pop that came with his food. a refreshing drink of bubbly soda always made his hot wings a whole lot better than just drinking something like milk, which is what Eve does.

“You know if you drink too much of that soda, you’re going to be gassy all night again.” Eve commented at the sight of Smack gulping down more soda than one fur should be eating in one seating.

Waving his paw in a dismissive manner, Smack continued chugging his drink until the glass emptied. Slamming it down onto the table as he rested back into his seat, patting his belly idly as it gurgled and sloshed with its meal filling it wall to wall. Buuuuuuurp, Smack smiled as he got ready to watch some entertainment with Eve for the evening.

Charlie shrieked, more food or well, mush swirled around in the vortex at bottom of the stomach. He clung for dear life as his piece narrowly missed getting sucked in many times over, acid had slowly begun eating away at his floatation device, chipping it slowly and gradually, it didn’t help that each time the gyrating walls smacked into his it amplified the deterioration process. “Help! Please I don’t want to die in here!” Charlie’s voice disappeared into the sky, the only answer he got form the giant that controlled his fate was more soda that spewed out from the sphincter above. Then something pulled at his leg, dragging him downward. It was his turn to be dragged into the void. His platform flipped over, throwing him into the flexing hole that grabbed him tightly, massaging his body before dragging him forward, plowing him into a mash of slightly digested food.

“That meal is really doing a number on my belly this time around.” Smack kneaded at his stomach, listening to it glorp and schloop evenly throughout his small intestine.

“Babe you always say that.” Eve joked with an eyeroll before gathering up the trash and throwing it away. “Do you think you’re going to head to bed with me tonight?” He asked, twirling his paws in an expressive manner.

Smack nodded and stood up from his seat. A loud fart coming out from his ass as he did so, blushing and wafting it away as Eve scowled at him. “Hey, you know what these wings do to me!” He joked before leading Eve into the room so that they could rest up for their workdays tomorrow. Snuggling up to his boyfriend in bed, Eve voiced his concern about being the big spoon if Smack’s ass was going to be assaulting him throughout the night, so Smack wrapped his arms around Eve and both slowly fell asleep, minds wander into a calmer mode where they could sleep easily.

Charlie couldn’t believe what had happened to him, he had begun his week hopeful for things to come when he had landed a new job position at a local shipping company and before he knew it, a stranger kidnapped him and shipped him off to become someone’s little pet. Now that someone was everything he felt and could see, Smack’s body groaned and surged with slime on all sides as the mush that he had been stuck to was now slowly becoming hard, cementing his place, and keeping him from any attempt at freeing himself. What if he doesn’t survive? That would probably be better than whatever hell was instore as Smack’s pet. Wind rushed past him in such a quick motion that he barely noticed it the first few times it happened. To be fair, he was too preoccupied with trying to free himself or figure out a way to crawl his way back to the stomach and find a way through the mouth, but now that he was stuck and only had a few things to set his mind to, he figured out what those gusts of wind were, farts. Of course, they were, with how spicy the meal was and bubbly soda intensifying the already irritated gut meant more gas being trapped inside the body needing a way out. Just how close was he to the way out? No no I cannot focus on that, just the thought of someone’s spread cheeks hovering above him as shit rained down was enough to make him nearly cough up bile.

Smack let out a long yawn, scratching his belly as he stretched and allowed his body to wake up. Eve had already woken up, judging by the smell of coffee and eggs that filled the air, a good sign that breakfast was already on its way and, more importantly, going to be on its way to his belly sometime soon. Checking his phone for messages, a few caught his eye but none that needed to be responded to right away, so he placed his phone back down before kicking the blanket off him and heading out of the bedroom. Stepping into the hallway, something caught his attention, a low rumbling coming from the deepest part of his bowels, Smack sighed and changed course from the kitchen to the bathroom. Food would have to wait it seems.

Charlie couldn’t tell how long it was since everything had stopped moving, he just knew that everything came to a halt some time ago and now he waited, he knew what would come if he just sat there and did nothing but there was nothing, he could do but wait. And almost as if the gods had heard him, Smack’s body started moving again, seemingly waking up from sleep and heading out of bed. Not long after that there was a motion that felt like everything had lurched forward, pushing the log and Charlie backwards? Forwards? Who knows, all he knew was that motion started again and that could only mean one thing. It is time for Charlie to be reunited with the world.

“Ahhh, there we go~” Smack’s soothing tone came as a hefty log of shit slid from between his cheeks, splashing down into the bowl below. He waited a little bit, knowing that there had to be atleast a little more inside him to come out, BRRRP. Smack smiled, knowing his body would probably need to go while he was at work. For now, he wiped and tossed the piece of ply into the bowl. Standing up, he observed his work when something met his eye, a micro, the micro that he had forgotten about until now.

“Hello little guy, Charlie, was it? I completely forgot about you in there” Smack paused to give his belly a slap. “How did you like it? I made a good host huh. Too bad you’re all gross now, gotta let you sleep with the fishes.” Smack reached for the lever, about to press it when a small squeak interrupted him. “Oh so you don’t want to be flushed into the septic tank outback? Most willingly accept that fate, I’m not gonna reach for you in there so I’ll give you a nice shower for you to stew in.”

Charlie watched in awestruck, tears running down his cheeks as the fear of being washed away subsided, wait did he say golden shower? Before he could protest, Smack’s body straightened up, replacing the bright view of his body with the sight of his balls and sheath that look soft despite the circumstances. He tried to scream out in protest but that proved to be a mistake as a rush of golden-brown piss shot out from Smack’s tip and came raining down right onto where Charlie was. An onslaught of urine crushed him into the pool of toilet water, continuously spinning him around as Smack relieved his bladder onto this poor helpless micro. Thankfully it ended rather quick, tainting Charlie’s body with another foul smell that stained his fur. Resurfacing from the now yellow pool, Smack shook his cock a few more times before reaching for the lid of the toilet.

“And now, you can wait in there until I get back from work, you should be down with your little bath by then.”

And without a word of protest, he was left alone I the dark, treading water for who knows how long until Smack comes home, or worse someone else who didn’t know he was here! That thought came back to haunt him as the lid opened once again, revealing Eve who had been sweating from cooking this morning breakfast.

“God I hate it when Smack forgets to flush, guess I’ll have to after.”

Charlie screamed as Eve place his plump, purple cheeks down onto the seat, eclipsing Charlie in darkness, say for a few gleams of light that came through where Eve’s crotch was. His eyes shot upwards as the light anus flexed in and out repeatedly, going on for a few seconds until once it sucked in, another thing came along with-it puffing outwards. Charlie watched as a log of shit slowly slithered its way out of Eve’s ass and hung above him for a few seconds before Eve clenched and set it falling onto him.

“Ew, I hate it when the water touches me” Eve groaned, reaching for a piece of ply to wipe with and tossing it into the bowl as Smack had done before him. Eve sat for a moment, answering a few messages from Smack that instructed him on not flushing the toilet while he was gone, Eve on the other hand didn’t like keeping gross things in the house for too long and informed Smack to keep his gross hobbies to himself. As he stood up, Eve didn’t even give his work a glance before flicking the lever and flushing down the compilation of his and Smack’s morning disposal. Unaware that he had sentence Charlie to a watery grave that might never be discovered, Smack on the hand decided to not tell Eve about what happened to their latest toy, more will always find their way into their hungry maws and paws.