Bad Roommate
	
	Laying on a couch, Gala a white foon with blue tail rings and coon mask, stroking at his blue canine member. At had been weeks since his last sexual encounter with anything other than his paw and he was growing rather frustrated. Even with the immense pleasure he was getting from his paw, it didn’t sedate him. There was just something missing, something he craved but knew not what it was. Sighing as his cock twitched and unleashed a dribble of sticky cum without much satisfaction.

	Getting up to wipe his paw and cock clean on a towel as he heads to the kitchen to find food. Opening the fridge revealed nothing of interest so Gala slammed the door shut and sighed loudly. “WHY IS THERE NO FOOD EVER IN THIS DUMP?” He turned around and was about to to stalk off to the couch but instead bumped noses into his roommate Din.

	“MEEP” He blushed as he was still naked and standing in front of his uber cute raccoon roommate. Two white paws flew to his crotch failing to hide his still half hard member.

	“I I might be the fault of that Gala.” The coon blushed and continued. “I kinda went on a binge last night and finished off the last of the leftover pizza.” Giving the half predator an apologetic look the coon hoped his roommate wouldn’t be too mad. He knew how upset the foon got if his belly wasn't full.

	“You ate the food?” Gala’s voice definitely held a strong note of anger but he kept it all bottled up. A confirming nod was all it took for the naked half fox to pounce on top of the heavier coon. “You remember what I said I would do last time you ate all of our food right?”

	Gulping the raccoon nodded, he had hoped Gala would have forgotten that little bit. “Soo sooo you going to cook me then?” The pinned coon's voice was filled with a little fear as well as something else buried deep. After the foon nodded the coon whimpered as he was let up.

	“Well what are you waiting for? I can’t cook you like that!” Sniffling Din started to strip. First off was his shirt, followed by his pants. He was more than a little reluctant to slide out of his chicken print boxers. Impatiently Gala swiped with his paw shredding the boxers. With his fat sheath and heavy sack exposed Din whined “Those were my favorite pair!!”

	“Like your going to need those where you are going meat!!!” The predator's words dove straight into the prey’s heart. He was nothing more than meat, food for a hungry pred. The path was clear, he could escape but in his soul he knew his roommate’s words were true. He stood rooted to the same spot shaking a little as Gala gathered various things from the cupboards, drawers, and fridge.

	Curious as much as afraid the coon looked over at the counter. “How how ya gonna cook me?” Already Din could several possible ends up on the counter.

	Gala smiled at the food and nodded to the large roasting pan. With all the prep almost ready he turned his attention to the main course. His white paw shocked and startled Din as it traced along his sheath and gently tugged on the prey’s sack. Moaning softly the meat blushed as his chef started to stroke his sheath. Soon his cock started wake and rise from its slumber. With the careful attention of the foon it was fully hard and erect in matter of moments. Din was panting nearing climax when all of a sudden he felt something being tied tightly around his bits. It stung painfully as its cut off blood to his cock and balls. Whining as he was left still needing to cum badly, the raccoon gave a pitiful look to the foon.

	 “Nope not yet” he set the oven and motioned for his meat to climb onto the counter and into the pan. Din whimpered and climbed up crying out once as painfully swollen cock banged against the the hard edge of the pan. Gala started right away rubbing spices into the raccoon’s fur. He worked a compound butter into the prey’s tail hole and was quite pleased at the soft moaning and wiggling that came from his food. Preferring a more natural taste he left most of the meat untreated. Finally he picked up a large carving knife and showed it to Din.

	 “I have other plans for a certain part of you.” Meeping the raccoon felt the cold blade against his almost equally cold cock. A quick thud and clang shook the soon to be roasted foon, as his cock was picked up and set in front of his nose. Blinking Din was surprised at how little pain there was, sure it stung like hell but that was it. Soon he felt the knife at his cold sack, he barely registered Gala pulling his nuts tight before a stabbing pain shot up into his gut. Curling up into a ball he cried as it felt like he was being repeatedly punched in the gut.

 	Gala smiled as he retrieved the fallen cock and set the tip into the open sack against to fat orbs. Seeing almost everything was ready he tied the roast and grunted lifting the slightly lighter coon to the oven. He pulled the door open and shoved the still live roast in.

 	Din wiggled as he felt the heat getting nearer, already he was just put in and it was unbearable. His crotch stung and burned and the butter in his ass was starting to get very hot. A few minutes in and the the coon was in agony, his flesh was cooking and make it worse he smelled delicious. If didn’t know it was his own body he would have attempted to take a bite.

 	Half an hour later his mind was foggy and he was beyond capable of feeling pain any more. That had left about ten minutes earlier. Soon he could no longer fight against the heavy sleep that his mind demanded. Slowly he closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was the approving face of Gala leering at him through the glass.
 	Gala waited for another half hour before retrieving his meal. Smiling he dug in right a way, feasting on the coon as he drank from a wine glass. Floating inside with the potent alcohol was two orb and a fresh bone stirring stick. After eating his fill he packed away the leftovers and pulled his dessert out of the freezer. He chirred happily as he ate ice cream topped with deep fried cock meat. Patting his full belly he chewed the two nuts left in the glass and padded to the couch. Later he thought he would have to find a new roommate but for now he justed wanted to sleep his meal off.

	Looking back at the fridge he smiled. “Thank you sweet Din, I now have food for over a week.” He settled into the couch and fell fast asleep.

                                    The End?