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Cooking with Francine
You have probably seen many cooking shows. But none like this. Only running for one episode, "Cooking with Francine" was a... Different kind of cooking show, showcasing the succulent and mouth watering recipes that only a predator could enjoy. The show held great promise, and many were eager to see what/who would be cooked up. As the live studio audience filled their seats, many ears and tails flicked in anticipation, waiting to see what was in store. Little did the audience know that this was going to be a historic event in cooking television, and they would be witnessing it first hand. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and the hungry crowd shushed with excitement, eyes glued on the monitors that would display the live camera feed. The title card and theme song began to play, causing the Crowd to erupt in excited applause. As that the cameras faded up from the title card to the stage, so did the lights, showcasing a open kitchen with all kinds of supplies on the right of the stage. To the left, was a large dining table with a abnormally large and comfortable looking chair. Snapping everyone's attention to the kitchen, spotlights shined on a door, and an announcer's voice rang out. "Lllllladies and gentlemen! Welcome to cooking with Francine! Here is your lovely host, the master of cooking, fraaaaannnciiiiiiine~!" The audience's applause grew wildly as the door was opened dramatically and the lovely grey fox bounded out into the kitchen and the spotlight. Camera's focused on her as she waved to the audience while sporting a toothy grin. She was wearing her famous apron and chef's hat, looking splendid in it. The audience was cued to calm down and the camera's focused on Francine. "Hello everyone! And welcome to my show~ In case you did not know, this cooking show operates differently than any other you will see. I will be preparing a meal for our wonderful taste tester, who will give you all an unbiassed professional opinion on my work. Let us please welcome to my guest table, the large, the wonderful, laurabelle!" As the vixen proclaimed this, the cameras and spotlights turned to the door behind the dining table, that opened to reveal a large... Well... Fat cat wearing a tight fitting striped shirt. She happily waved and bounded to the seat at the table, sitting down in the large chair and relaxing, her immense weight causing the chair to creak a bit. She was jiggling with excitement as she settled in the chair, placing her paws on her belly to steady it. She looked at Francine and smiled, ready to begin. "Now ladies and gentlemen, i would love to introduce the reason why you are all here~ the main course, the delectable and scrumptious, Erica~!" The crowd went wild as a middle door between the two others opened and a out came a very confused Collie, wearing a revealing maid costume, and her arms tied to her sides. She waved slowly and awkwardly the way her bonds were, looking at the two on stage for an explanation. "D-did you say... M-main course? But the add was calling for a maid! N-not a meal!" She complained, Francine, Laurabell and the audience laughed with amusement. "What a entertaining piece of meat you are Erica~" Francine laughed, pulling her over to the kitchen area by the bonds tying her arms to her sides. "Today everyone, I am going to turn this lovely piece of meat, into a fine and delicious roast!" Erica yipped and panicked, but before she could run, Francine expertly injected a serum into her neck, causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure, and for her to become suddenly very obedient. "And they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks!" She joked, making the audience giggle. Picking Erica up with surprising strength, Francine placed the dog onto the counter and smiled into the cameras. "Well, now that we have sedated our meal with our patented formula, we can get to work." She smiled and licked her lips, eager to get the meal prepared. "The first step is to strip your meal of all inedible bits~" she smiles and begins to remove the rope from Erica. She was too loopy and lulled into a happy state to realize she was free. As Francine began to remove her maid outfit and shave off her fur, Erica didn't even shiver, and smiled the whole time. The audience peered in awe, getting good looks at the now naked Erica. Francine looked at the maid costume and smirked, looking mischievously at the audience she cooed, "should i cook in this?" It was a unanimous yes. She quickly changed into the maid outfit and adjusted her hat "looks better on me anyway~ ahem. So step two~ we must prepare the meat. As you can see, Erica is quite skinny, so we will need to fill her with some quality stuffing. But not just any old stuffing! Welcome to our show, our stuffing, qwen the rabbit!" As she declared this, security wheeled in a tied up and gagged Gwen, who was wriggling and struggling in her bonds. The audience cheered happily, this was just getting better and better! Francine took the rabbit and gave her a long lick. "Mmm yes~ this will stuff our doggy roast very well!" She brought her over to Erica and smiled, opening the dog's mouth wide, she pushed Gwen's head inside, despite the rabbit's muffled screams, and frantic struggles, she slid in with ease bit by bit, filling up Erica's belly. The crowd roared in awe as they saw the cute bunny slowly disappear into the drugged dog. Soon there was none left, and Gwen was tightly curled inside of Erica. Francine Murred and rubbed the swollen belly as the audience went nuts. She held up a paw to silence them, she was 100% in control of them now. She smiled. "Next we place our meat into a pan, and pose it how we want." Francine didn't do any fancy pose, but rather a basic one, tucking and tying the dog's paws under her into the base of the pan, hog tying her so that her butt was in the air and her chest and belly full of rabbit were in the bottom if the pan, her breasts hanging a bit over the edge of it. "Now we baste the meat~ doing it this way allows it to stew in its own juices." She explained as she began preheating the oven and slathering a buttery baste all over the poor dog. This continued until the collie was glistening with baste. The crowd was drooling and hungry, loving the sight. Laurabell had her gaze fixed on Erica, licking her chops and rubbing her growling stomach. "Now everyone, it is time for the oven!" The audience once again went nuts, hooping and hollering happily. Francine went to the large oven in the back of the kitchen, cameras zooming in to get a good look. She opened the big door and smiled as the oven heat rushed over her. Looking back at Erica, she noticed something was off. Erica was wriggling a little. "H-huh? Ohh... Why do I feel so full? Hey.. W-what..."she tried to wriggle out of her bonds, but it was no use, they held her steady. Feeling the heat from the open oven, the collie began to struggle and panic. "Oh my~ it seems the formula has worn off just in time." The vixen said with a evil grin. She rummaged through an ingredients bowl and plucked from it a succulent apple. The cameras focused on the struggling dog, a panicked look in her eyes. "No please! Someone help me!!! You can't do this! And give me back my maid uniform! That's a rental!!" She thrashed about in the large pan, hoping that the audience would save her, but to her horror, they laughed and enjoyed her struggles. Tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't believe this was happening. Her thoughts were interrupted however when a large apple was shoved deep into her jaws, gagging her. "Mmmmmppphhh!!!! Mmmmmnnmmm!!" She squealed. Francine and the audience laughed. The fox slapped Erica's basted bum and picked up her tray with ease, showing off just how strong she was. "Ok~ no more delay, it's oven time for dog meat." She walked to the oven, as the cameras panned to follow every step. Slowly the vixen placed the bound meal into the oven, and pushed her into position with an oven mitt. Making her look out towards the audience. "Say goodbye doggy!" Francine waved, and the audience gave their happy goodbyes to Erica. She gave one final desperate scream, before the oven door was shut, cutting her off. The oven light was turned on so that the cameras and audience could see the dog struggle, wide eyes and panicking as her body slowly cooked. Her belly also began to bulge and struggle again, apparently the rabbit inside had gotten free of her bonds. It was still too late for her though. "Well, through the magic of television we will be feeding this dish
To our massive guest, Laurabell, when we come right back after these messages!" The audience cheered and the cameras faded, giving time for the poor collie to roast.
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Hours had passed, and the meal was done. The light was off however so that the reveal would be interesting. Despite hours passing, when this would air , only a few minutes would have gone by. The magic of prerecorded television. As the lights faded back up and the music played, the bored audience erupted back to life with applause. "Thank you~ and welcome back to cooking with Francine!" The vixen announced, now center stage, but still wearing the maid outfit. She must have liked it. "Through the magic of television, and my expert culinary skills, our lovely and delicious guest Erica, is all roasted and ready for the table!" The audience showed their excitement. "Now ladies and gentlemen, for our big reveal, let's see our tasty doggy dish!" She stood next to the oven, the audience's gaze fixed on her, drooling with anticipation. As Francine slowly opened the oven, a drumroll was played. As soon as it was completely opened, cheerful music began to play an the lights flashed on, showing off the meal. The crowd oohed and awwed with fascination and hunger. Erica, was glistening now, unmoving and eyes closed as her gorgeous roasted body lay in the spotlight, filling the room with all kinds of wonderful smells. Laurabell in particular was very excited, drooling a lot now, and very hungry. Francine put on oven mitts and took the pan to the kitchen, moving the roasted meal into a fancy platter, littered with fruits and veggies. As she placed the cooked collie on the tray, the dog moved, groaning ever so slightly. "Oh lá lá! It appears the patented serum had a wonderful side affect! Our meal is alive!" The audience was stunned, they applauded happily. "I don't usually allow this, but for the sake of our show, and the pleasure of our meal, I will let her experience all that it means to be a meal." There was a cheer of approval. Laurabell was even more excited now. Lifting up the decorative tray, Francine slowly carried the meal to laurabell, placing her down in front of the fat cat, so that the meal's rump was to the audience, and her head looking at her predator. "Now ladies and gentlmen, to the moment you all have waited for! Laurabell will now taste our dish and give you all her professional opinion on this meal!" Laurabell smiled and licked her chops as she tied a napkin around her neck. She sniffed and licks at Erica, causing her to whimper and moan softly. There was large knife available to carve the meal, but Laurabell had no use for a knife. The audience was a little confused, as was Francine, when she lifted Erica's roasted head and kissed it, slathering her cat tongue all over he dog's face. "Err... Won't you need utensils?" The vixen asked, slightly confused. Laurabell shook her head, smiling. "She's live~ i couldn't cut a live meal~ no, I must have it all one one big gulp!" She opened wide and showed off her cavernous maw. The audience ghasps with awe, and watched as the fat cat effortlessly slide the roasted dog's head inside. "That was going to be shared with the audience Laurabell!" Francine angrily whispered. "Mmmmm~ oh well~ shouldn't have used that formula i guess~ hee hee~ mmmmmm." Laurabell suckled on the roast and gulped her head, slowly beginning to swallow Erica whole, without any effort. Francine was upset to say the least. This was her show! And this fat pice of cat meat was stealing her thunder! She was planning on cooking Laurabell once she had gotten even fatter from all the meals, but not being able to share the dish and stealing the attention accelerated those plans. Sneaking away while the cameras focused on laurabell's eating talents, francine grabbed a trusty chloroform rag, this was much better than the serum, no way she was risking letting Laurabell survive her cooking. Sneaking back to her position next to the greedy feline with the rag behind her back, the carnivorous vixen couldn't help but watch the fat cat finish her meal. It was mesmerizing, her lips effortlessly sliding over her large belly, gulping to her rump and slathering it with her tongue. No wonder the crowd liked it. Francine shook her head and stayed where she was as Erica's butt and paws disappeared into the bulging gullet. She then took a final gulp, sealing the roasted dog inside of her fat belly. She slathered her lips with her tounge, savoring the meal, before letting out a loud wet belch. The crowd applauded happily, and Francine was impressed, her jaw hung open as she stared at the cat's belly, trying to figure out just how she did it. She was too distracted to realize that Laurabell was still hungry, and looking right at the chef an drooling. "You said this was a meal correct?" Francine looked up and snapped back to attention. "W-why yes." Laurabell belched right in Francine's face, the scent of roasted dog in her breath. "If it is a meal, where is my dessert?" The audience was super excited now, knowing what was coming. Francine knew as well, and began to sweat nervously, she didn't want to know if her assumptions were right, so she quickly tried to shove the chloroform rag into the fat predator's face. "Here is your dessert!" Unfortunately for Francine, Laurabell grabbed her wrist with surprising strength, causing her to drop the rag. "Silly maid chef~ i don't eat rags~" the crowd was going nuts, wooping and cheering at this new unscripted development, and the cameras got every second of it. Francine tried to get away, but her other wrist was grabbed, and she was flung into the table, wrists still being held. "I think you will do just fine as a nice foxie dessert~" the crowd roared in approval. Francine was livid and frightened, her whole body struggling to free herself from the cat. "Let me go!!!! This is a violation of contract! I'll have you- mmmmmmpphh!!!" She was interrupted by laurabell's fat jaws closing around the fox's head. She struggled wildly, but was no match for Laurabell. She effortlessly gulped and swallowed her, bit by bit, inch by inch, slathering her expert tongue over the chef's maid clad body, tasting every bit of her. Her lips passed over her breasts, then her stomach, then her butt, and suckled on her rump, before leaning back, and gulping to her ankles. Francine's muffled screams could be heard clearly from outside. Her legs soon only twitched outside of the fat gullet of the cat, slowly being drawn in, until only her feet dangled out. Laurabell licked them all over, before gulping one last time, sealing the vixen inside her fleshy and warm fate. Inside was dark, wet, warm, and thanks to the presence of the Erica roast,very tight. Francine struggled and screamed, pounding on the massaging belly walls as she panicked. All these struggles were silenced however when Erica let out a massive and wet "burrraaaaaaaaaaaapppppp!!" Removing all of the air inside her stomach. Satisfied, Laurabell patted her stomach and smiled into a camera. "I give this meal a 5 star rating! It was delicious!" She licked her lips and giggled happily. "Well folks i guess that's the end of today's episode! And Francine herself! Heehee~ i don't think there will be a next week, so thank you all for coming! Bye bye now~" the lights faded and the credits rolled, as Laurabell sat before a floored audience and rubbed her belly, enjoying her meal's weak attempts at escape. One camera kept rolling, recording to keep this momentous moment documented, as the fat predator relaxed in her comfy chair, and listened to the pleas of Francine, and the gurgles of digestion. As her powerful stomach worked to make its occupants into mush, Laurabell belched up the acid damaged maid costume, giggling as she did so. The costume a friendly reminder of the Vorish event. She licked her chops and stood, walking out of the now empty studio to take a digestive nap. On her way out, and older looking collie approached her. "Excuse me miss, but have you seen a collie around here? Probably wearing a maids outfit? She never showed up to a meeting we were supposed to have." Laurabell looked at the older dog, she looked just like Erica. Maybe she was just as tasty.
The end.