Ordering to Go

Story by Tristan Hawthorne on SoFurry

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#4 of Patreon Reward Vignettes

This one is for Forest Wolf aka FA: SpottedSqueak , who gets very insistent and greedy regarding yours truly, in the best ways :3c

Tris is at his job selling concessions on a commuter train when a familiar face shows up, ready to order off the menu~

Contains: Flustered puppies, hungry wolves, oral vore, partial regurgitation and re-swallowing, workplace setting, customers eating employees, etc :3

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Tris slumped against the counter, resting his chin on his elbow. His eyes were focused on the rapidly moving countryside outside the window opposite of him. Last three times the labrador checked his messages no one had posted anything recently. Behind him he could hear the chip bags hung up on the wall crinkle with every little bump the train went over.

Motion in the corner of his eye made him sit up and smooth down his apron, turning his eyes behind his glasses to see if it was a conductor making his rounds or a prospective customer.

It was, however, neither. Standing there looking over the booth was someone that the dog was very familiar with: a wolf in a button down shirt, hands casually placed in the pockets of his jeans. The collar and glasses the grey canine wore made it very obvious, as well as his green eyes meeting the concessionista's gaze. "Hey Trissie."

"F-forest? What are you doing on the train?" Tris hadn't heard anything about this happening. He didn't even know his lupine friend was in town!

The wolf smiled genuinely. "Oh, I was looking for a treat." He turned his head, shifting his weight. It was clear to the domestic dog that his wilder cousin was looking over the menu printed on the frame around the stand. "Okay, I know what I want."

Tris sat more upright on his stool, prepared to fetch anything from its place around the built-in little stand. He was not, however, prepared for the wolf to wordlessly point directly at him, grinning broadly. Tris blushed deeply at the sudden change of pace. "W-what?"

Forest licked his lips, and his stomach growled loud enough for the labrador to hear it over the white noise the train always held while in motion.

The lab whimpered and put his paws on his face, finding it hard to keep eye contact with his predatory friend, especially as his gaze was drawn to the wolf's fingers starting to undo the buttons in front of his white furred belly.

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Tristan panted heavily, his face burning with the intensity of his fluster. He'd hardly had the chance to process this was happening, and now his head was being encroached on from above and below by stretched out lupine jaws. He could feel his lower legs kneeling into the elastic stomach lining deeper in, and his arms were pinned to his sides.

Forest growled hungrily, curling his tongue against the dog's chin and swallowing again firmly. The whole mass of pup surged downward a few inches, and he felt his tongue clear his lower row of teeth.

The heavyset dog seemed to realize he had little time left to easily speak. However, the only thing that he could think to say was a platitude he gave each of his customers. "H-Have a good d-day!"

CLACK. Forest's jaws knitted shut, sealing the labrador inside his body. He stood a bit further upright, pressing his grip off the counter and stroked over his chest and throat with his claws. He held like that for a moment, tongue wrapping over the topside of his meal's muzzle with a firm press, before he tilted his head back and swallowed. Under his fingers he felt the moaning face of his flustered prey sluice down to join his lower half.

Inside, Tris whimpered as his hips plopped down onto his heels, before forcing his knees up and forward to make more room. The stomach walls easily expanded to accept him, though not enough to give him much room to move on his own. When at last the cardia closed over his snout, the pup flopped back against the 'inner' wall of his hungry friend, blushing and squirming.

The wolf caressed over the shape sagging heavily over his waistband, full of writhing dog. "Oooh... Really good service on here." He licked his lips and clenched his stomach walls down possessively, trailing his fingers across the face that pressed to the surface with the squeeze. "Though it looks like your shift is over..."

Writhing and whining, the pup nuzzled into the touch from outside, before something clicked in his head. "I... Uh... if that's the case.... I need to clock out. I need my phone to do that." His flustered mind recalled it was sitting on the counter behind the napkins, charging.

"Oh!" Forest giggled, reaching to pick up the phone and unplug it from the cable. "I can do that for you, no problem."

"Y-yeah, there is a problem. My phone's thumbprint locked and so is the app I use to punch the clock." Tristan murmured bashfully, fidgeting and wishing he'd had the presence of mind to pocket his phone while the wolf made his move.

The lupine seemed pensive for a moment, continuing to rub idly along his captured meal with one hand while the other looked over the phone. He grinned as an idea struck him, "Well, why don't you just reach up here and I can use your thumb..." He crooned naughtily.

The lab's eyes widened in the dark. He swallowed bashfully, and pressed his right hand up along the top of the chamber as it squeezed and massaged around him. Tris' fingers found the fleshy valve he'd entered through, and, to his surprise, found it pliable and yielding. Pressing his clawtips together against his thumb he shoved upward.

At this sensation Forest bit his lip. It was so tempting to just swallow, squeeze the dog in and get to churning him down. But that wouldn't do. He cleared his throat, and stroked along his chest with his free paw. His eyes widened as he felt the dog's snout pressing through as well, just as the fingers started to creep over the back of his tongue.

Tristan felt cold air rush against his hands as he pushed with his knees and got his fingers to bump against the lower row of teeth. His head was once again wrapped in the tight esophageal flesh, but this time pinned against his bicep.

The wolf grabbed one of the napkins and carefully used it to dry off Tris' thumb. He pressed the dark pawpad against the reader on the phone. Once the phone unlocked, he navigated to the app. The app prompted another thumbprint to log in. Forest carefully pressed the phone against his meal's thumb once more. The lupine squinted at the loading wheel for a few moments, before the app opened up properly.

The dog gasped as he felt the fleshy walls around him suddenly grasp and start pulling back down. He writhed bashfully as the tactile sensation of the world outside his predator was once again snatched away.

Forest sighed indulgently and stroked his throat, before casually tapping the "Punch Clock" button on the app with his own thumb. When the clock punch verified, he grinned and slipped the phone into his back pocket. "There we go, all set." He hefted his belly in both arms and started back towards the comfy seats further down the train, tail wagging rapidly behind him.

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