WARNING!!! 

The following story contains graphic descriptions of cooking vore, sexual situations with fictional characters that may be considered under age, and poor spelling. It also contains small references to other sexual fetishes. If any of this offends you, or you can not keep an open mind, or you are not of legal age to read such material, then READ NO FURTHER! The author assumes no responsibility for any consequences that may result from reading this story, or ignoring this warning. Read at your own risk!

Bed Time Story

by Zackery James

	Jean was a woman, and a mouse. She wasn't an old woman, but wasn't exactly young either. In fact, she was very beautiful for her age. You couldn't tell her age just by looking at her, and she wasn't the sort of woman who would tell you even if you asked. Her long golden hair reached down to her butt where her tail would poke through, and it lit up her white fur with an almost glowing radiance.  Perhaps the only thing that surpassed her beauty was her kindness. She was always gentle, loving, and supportive of those lucky enough to call her a friend. But Jean also had another side to her, she was a very kinky woman, full of sexual fantasies and desires that she embraced openly. This made many people think poorly of Jean, disgusted by her actions, and these people never had the chance to see the kindness that was inside her.
	One fine winter day, Jean was out for a sleigh ride through the snow, being pulled by her favorite and loyal pony-panther, Dark Silver. (For those of you who don't know, a pony-panther is not some hybrid species but rather a panther that has chosen to play the part of a work horse as a submissive role, but his story is a different one...) They had many such joyful rides in the past, and the cold didn’t bother them one bit, however this particular sleigh ride was about to be very different very soon. As they came down the road that ran alongside the forest, Jean heard this faint cry from within the trees. Being a compassionate mouse she gave the order for Dark Silver to halt immediately, and jumped down from the sleigh to check it out.
	When she had entered the woods a few steps, she was surprised to find a small fox boy huddled inside a hollow log. 
	"What are you doing out hear?" she asked, trying to fathom why this fox should be out hear alone and far from his den. 
	"Help me." whimpered the fox "I'm cold." 
	Of course her heart went out to the poor creature immediately, and she scooped him up in her arms. She placed him into her sleigh and wrapped him up in warm blankets. "Let's hurry home, Dark Silver. We have to warm this fox up soon." 
	When the three of them reached Jean's cabin in the woods, she quickly lit a fire in her hearth and fixed the little fox a mug of hot chocolate, which he sipped gratefully. After the fox had warmed up some, Jean began to question him again, although in a loving, concerned tone. The fox's name was Toby, and he told how he was in a wagon full of other foxes, and that some bad men were taking them to someplace he didn't know. Though they were moving fast, he jumped out of the wagon to try to get away, but he landed wrong and limped as far as he could into the forest to find shelter, where Jean found him. 
	"I don't know this county very well, and I have no where to go." he explained. 
	Jean nodded her head firmly, as if deciding on something "Well, you will just have to stay hear then." 
	The fox beamed at her and wagged his tail happily.

	A few weeks passed, and Toby began to enjoy his new life with Jean very much. All his needs were taken care of, he was given a bed to sleep in, toys to play with, and three meals a day, but still the little fox did not feel right. One night while he was sitting on the edge of his bed, thinking to himself, Jean came in the room to ask what was wrong. 
	"I appreciate everything you have done for me, I really do." Toby explained, "But I want to be able to do something for you in return, I want to be of use to you like the way Dark Silver is." 
	He half expected Jean to be surprised at his remark, or tell him that he didn’t have to do anything, but instead she put her finger across her lips in an obvious thinking pose and began to hum. After a moment, she stated off-handily "Well, if you want to be of use to me, I could eat you."
	Toby flicked his ears, not quite sure he had Jean correctly. "You want to eat me?" he asked in a bit of a stammer. 
	"Oh it wouldn’t be painful." she reassured, "I would never want to harm such an adorable little fox as you. But fox meat is high in protein and very tasty, I think you could provide me with enough meat to last threw winter." She gave the little fox a stroke down the back which made him shiver. "But that's only if you want too. We can think of something else." she hastened to add, afraid she may have scared her little fox friend.
	"What exactly will you do with me?" Toby asked with a little bit of curiosity now. 
	"Well!" Jean responded with a playful grin. "First, I would feed you all kinds of yummy treats and sweats. You would have cakes, popcorn, ice cream, candy bars; I would give you anything you asked for, as long as you would eat it all." she tickled the fox's tummy, which made him giggle. 
	"Then what?" he asked, now becoming more interested.
	"I would have to keep track of your size and weight, wouldn’t I?" she explains as she traces a finger over the fox's chest. "As you fatten up over the next few days, I would measure you regularly to see when you are plump enough for my oven." 
	Toby looked down over his vulpine body, which was always a considerable size to him. "Am I not good enough to eat now?" he asked sounding a little dejected. 
	"I'm sure you would be delicious any way you are." Jean replied with a loving smile, "But with a little work, I can make you perfect!" "Once you are plump enough," she continues her description as she climes on the bed, now holding Toby in her lap, "I will give you a bath. It will be a nice warm bath, but not too hot, and I will use a special shampoo that will remove all your fur." 
	This strikes Toby as rather odd, as he screws up his face trying to imagine what he would look like without fur. "Why would you do that?" he asks a little defiantly. 
	"Well fur doesn't taste that good, and it doesn't cook well either. It would be a shame to loose such pretty fur to be sure, but its necessary if your meat is to be of any use." She continues, "At this point, I will take you into the kitchen to begin preparations. I will give you some medicine that will ensure you feel no pain through the whole thing. If you choose to back out you can and your fur will grow back, but once you take the medicine we must proceed." 
	Hearing these words, Toby starts to get a bit nervous again. "Are you sure it wont hurt?" he asks in a worried tone. 
	"I promises!" she returns, kissing the top of the fox's head. "If you choose to go on with it, then we will really have some fun!" she says with a smirk as she begins to rub Toby's leg. 
	He starts to murr, as he feels a slight stirring in his little foxie sheath. 
	Jean giggles, as she notices Toby's reaction. "It seems you like the idea of me cooking you up." 
	Toby just blushes with a shy vulpine grin. 
	"If we continue," states Jean, "I will get out a great big pan, wash it out all nice and clean, and set it down on the kitchen table. Before you get in it though, I will need to tenderize the meat. Like this." and she gives the fox's thigh a little squeeze. 
	Toby chirps excitedly as he becomes more aroused. 
	"I will then set you down in the pan, in an elegant roasting position. It may be slightly uncomfortable at first, but you will need to be a good little fox and hold that pose for me." 
	Toby murrs a soft "Yes mam."
	"Then I will add chopped carrots, potatoes, and onions to the pan, to cook with you and enhance your flavor. I will also baste you all over with a sweet honey glaze," she explains as she rubs over the fox's body. "The soft smooth brush may tickle a bit, but you must not laugh as this is very serious work." she says with a wink. 
	"I will try not to." promises the fox. 
	"I will be covering ever portion of your body now, and paying special attention to this." She indicates by giving the fox's growing cock a slight squeeze. 
	"My bits?" he pants a little surprised. 
	"Oh yes, fox cocks are quite a delicacy." she says licking her lips, "In fact, they look so tasty, I might just have to eat them when you first come out of the oven!" 
	Toby blushes deeply at this as his bits are being considered as if they were some special piece of candy.
	"I might decide to put a few pineapple rings on you for decoration, here, here, and here" she says pointing to each of the fox's nipples, before returning her paw to his crotch, which is now quite hard, the fox panting a bit. "After I'm done with preparation, I will kiss you goodbye one last time, and thank you for being such a brave little fox, before putting the lid on the pan. It will be dark, but just remember that you will feel no pain, and that I love you, and you will have nothing to fear." 
	Toby just pants and moans now, as she starts to gently stroke his little fox dick.
	"I will slide the pan into the oven then. It will be very hot, too hot for me, but for you it will feel like a gentle soothing warmth. That warmth will send you off to sleep, where you will dream beautiful dreams." 
	Toby closes his eyes and murrs as he continues to enjoy the caresses. 
	"I shall retrieve you in a few hours, a beautiful, delicious, roast fox. I shall take you to my dining room, and set you on the table, where I shall begin my meal, though you wont be aware of this. I shall carve up your legs, arms, rump, and belly into steaks and other cuts of meat." and she traces lines across the fox's body, indicating where she will cut as she describes each piece, still continuing to paw him off. 
	Toby just pants and erphs wildly, inexplicably turned on by his friend and protector describing his body as meat.
	"Oh, and of course, I will cut your cute little fox cock hear, and place it on my plate with knife and fork." She traces an additional line around the base of his cock, and continues to stroke him. 
	With a soft howl, the fox shoots out his load in great big white strikes that hit his chest and belly. 
	Jean just smiles and pets him, "I think that is enough for tonight." She grabs a paw full of tissue from the nightstand and begins to lovingly clean the fox off. He just lays back and pants softly, with a goofy grin on his face.
	After he is all cleaned up, Jean rests him down gently in the bed, and pulls the covers up around him, tucking him in. She kisses him on the forehead and whispers in his ear, "Good night my wonderful fox, sweat dreams." 
	Toby blinks his eyes and yawns, speaking groggily "I love you." 
	Jean watches the little fox slowly drift off into contented sleep and whispers back, "I love you too."

	The next day, Toby sat playing with his toys on the living room rug. "Boy, I must be the luckiest fox in the world." he thought to himself, "Jean is so kind and nice, and she is the most awesome story teller I have ever met. It was a fun game pretending she wanted to eat me and all, though I wish she had taken me seriously when I said I wanted to do something for her." 
	Just then Jean called out for him, "Come hear Toby, I have something I need you to help we with if you would please." She was standing in the kitchen holding a tape measure and a large roasting pan, almost as big as he was. 
	Toby just blushed and laughed nervously, before he got up and skipped into the kitchen.