John made his way across the farm in a huff. He had just had just dealt with something that left him rather confused and annoyed, but he couldn’t concentrate on those feelings well enough to sort them out on an empty stomach. Unfortunately, the reason his feelings needed sorting out was food related, so the hunger was just another factor that made it hard to deal with. He needed to eat something, so his destination was clear; the farms chicken coop. Normally he’d be more sneaky so he didn’t incur the farmers wrath, but at the moment he was actually welcomed on the farm for having provided them a service, and in his mind what he was about to do would more than pay the farms debt for his work.

	Most of the chickens had the good sense to get out of his way as he got closer, since welcome or not, he was a fox, which usually meant bad news for defenseless fowl. Some weren’t so smart though, the young, who were too stupid and curious to know any better. And since the last thing John wanted right now was a fight, they were who he focused on. One in particular did nothing but gaze up at the hungry looking fox as he approached him, a little thing of maybe twelve years, his feathers still a puffy yellow of childhood. His favorite flavor as it happened, and aside from a small “gulp” when he stopped in front of him, the boy didn’t make any move to flee or even cry for help. Sometimes they could be so considerate of his needs.

	“Hey little guy,” he greeted, kneeling down to eye level, “you ever see anything like me before?” The question was inspired by the little tyke inspecting John with awe, leading him to believe he was the first fox he had ever seen, let alone the first to be completely naked and stinking of rabbit sex… a scent he would bet money on the chick being unfamiliar with.

	“N-no sir.” The smaller male answered, and John would immediately file the image of the chick sneezing from the overwhelming scent emitting from the unfamiliar canine as one of the cutest things he’d ever seen. It made him drool. “B-but I know you’re a fox!” the chick stated, proud of himself for knowing such a thing, “M-momma says I’m supposed to run when I see one of you…”

	“Well, why haven’t you run then?” Something John was legitimately curious about. He was in no mood for a chase right now, true, but the things that went on inside his preys minds never ceased to fascinate him. He took that moment to note that the little chick’s feathers began to turn white when they escaped just out of site under the youth sized overalls he wore. Perhaps he was older than first thought, and simply a late bloomer?

	“I-I’m not a-scared!” The little chick said while positively shaking with nerves. “I’m not gonna let you eat any of us either! Y-you just go away!” He even pointed towards the exit of the coop and out into the surrounding forest, though he couldn’t hold his arm steady since, despite his claim, John could smell the fear off the brave child, and it only seemed to make him hungrier. His stomach even let out a grumble, which the chick actually flinched at hearing, causing John chuckled at.

	“Big words from a little guy.” He pointed out, his inner turmoil that had been bothering him suddenly dissipating now that he was on the hunt. He was actually quite proud of his ability to toy with his prey on a psychological level, making them give in to his desires while still feeding them false hope, guaranteeing the perfect meal. “What is your name?”

	“TJ!” The chick said loudly, John guessing he was trying to talk over the buzzing of fear in his young brain.

	“Well, TJ, I’m not going to go away. You see, the farmer man actually wanted me to come to this place to help get rid of a rabbit problem he’s been having.” John didn’t bother elaborating, since he was sure most of the farm animals were aware of it. “Well, I took care of him… hence, my current disposition,” he took delight in the TJ’s face as he tried to figure out what the big words the older man were using meant, “that rabbit was well within my expertise, so he won’t be disturbing your crops any longer.”

	The chick actually looked a bit ashamed finding out such information, since it meant he tried to shoo away someone his owner had invited to actually help out. “O-oh… I’m sorry.” TJ looked around, noticing that all the other chickens had abandoned the area and left him and John alone, which made him more than a bit nervous. “Th-then why are you here, in our coop?”

	“Well, it’s all a matter of payment.” The fox tried to explain. “I provided a service for this farm, so now the farm must do something for me in return. And, sadly, getting rid of that rabbit was hungry work. So I believe a small payment of…” he intentionally trailed off, waving his hand a bit as he pretended to search for the word, before poking his conversation partner on the beak for emphasis, “one snack and everything will be settled.”

	TJ looked rather scared now, but to his credit he hid it well. He’d have made a fine rooster one day. “Y-you’re gonna eat me!?” He already knew the answer, but perhaps he was looking for some assurance from the fox that he was wrong. Sadly, John simply nodded in confirmation, and the young chick seemed conflicted. His eyes darted about, looking for a route to escape or for someone to help, but he didn’t move a muscle. Some misplaced pride or need to please his farm keeping him rooted in place, though it would mean a grizzly fate. At least, that was what John assumed. He was sure he was right though, he was very good at reading his preys’ intentions. Finally TJ looked up at him with a defeated look, “O-okay. I-it seems fair enough.”

	Such chivalry was in such rare supply nowadays, he almost felt ashamed to rid the world of such a noble individual. But that thought didn’t last long, and he simply grinned, making TJ gulp as he showed off his sharp predatory teeth. “You do your farm proud, TJ.” He dug his fingers into the dirt, a nervous habit of hit that a professional poker player would notice as a “tell.” Luckily, TJ was not a professional poker player, so he bought the lie easily. John had been paid in advance; this little excursion to the coop was just to make up for pussying out on eating the bunny he’d been hired to eat. Still, it seemed fair to TJ, so why ruin a good thing?

	The fox tugged at the younger male’s overalls, motioning for him to strip. TJ blushed, and probably felt even more nervous about the act than he should, considering the fact he was about to be devoured, but he did as he was told. John nodded to himself when noticed the chick did indeed had a white feathered belly, meaning the chick has just hit puberty implying he was just rather short for his age. He was fond of noting such small details about his meals. He suddenly hefted the tyke off the ground, holding him against his chest with one hand keeping him up by his rump while the other kept him balanced from behind his back. If this were any other day, John would have had some fun with TJ before scarfing him down, but he had had plenty of that from the aforementioned bunny earlier, so right now TJ was strictly a meal. For some reason he was sure TJ would take that as a relief.

	“Make sure to squirm a lot on your way down,” he advised, priming the little morsel for his decent, “I like a lively meal.” TJ just nodded, looking very solemn, but convicted. And the other foxes wondered why John preferred this chicken coop over wild life: the chicks here were suckers.

	Without further teasing, John opened his maw impossibly wide, and he could feel his young snack shudder at the sight. He didn’t waste much time, his pupils dilating into a cat’s-eye shape signaled his decent into pure, primal instincts, and his body was filled with nothing more than the desire to fill his stomach with sweet delicious chick. He shoved the boy into his maw, feeling the top of his head bump against the entrance to his gullet right away due. The small size of his prey along with his hunger would guarantee this a short meal it seemed, but one he would savor.

	Following the foxes instructions, TJ began to struggle the moment his head was engulfed. John closed his maw though, noticing he had gotten the chick up to his chest in his maw before even needing to swallow. His struggles did nothing more than spread his flavor across his predators tongue now, and he allowed himself to enjoy the savory taste before shoving him further into his maw, his gullet opening around his head and neck, happily accepting the morsel into the tight tube. John drooled around the smooth, frail body, lavishing his tongue over the chicks’ vulnerable stomach before giving another swallow, sending more of the snack sized bird down into his gullet. When the youngsters’ hips entered his maw he tilted his head up, allowing gravity to assist in the chicks’ descent, though the constant squirming and halfhearted attempts to free himself certainly helped as well. John even heard some panicked cheeping from the bulge in his neck, and it only fueled his effort to turn the little bird into a chicken shaped lump in his gut.

	John gave a quick lick over the chicks’ crotch, only to discover a young erection. While he was only satisfied with taming his raging gluttony in his moral primal state, his subconscious would store away the information for reflection later. The development put new interpretation for TJs’ cheeps as he slowly slid down the long, warm, moist gullet. Perhaps they were noises of pleasure, hinting that the chick had secretly been fascinated by the concept of being eaten by a spectacular predatory such as John, and the reason he hadn’t run was because he saw an opportunity to make his dream come true, and what had appeared to be selfless pride for his farm could have in fact been a cover for his excitement at the knowledge that he would soon be gut stuffing. It was a fun thought, most probably not true, but it helped John sleep at night.

	The ravenous fox made short work of the rest of the chick, swallowing his hips and legs with the vigor one would have when nearing the end of a race. He could feel TJ enter his stomach, the chamber sauna like, reeking of previous meals and intoxicating musk, and already churning with anticipation at the prospect of such a delicious meal. John simply continued to swallow, oblivious to what his meal might be thinking or feeling as he was forced to curl up in the fetal position as his body spilled out into the belly, giggling shortly from the final lickings over his feet received before being sent down with the rest of his body into the foxes’ stomach. Finally John groaned as the last of his prey was emptied into his gut, giving it a light pat of satisfaction as it churned and squeezed the morsel within, trying to get him into an appropriate position for what was the come, before settling for the most part. Already it began to feed off the little chick, and the cheeps could even be heard from beyond layers of fur, skin, fat and stomach lining. Weather they were cheeps of pleasure, or regret and fear, John didn’t seem to care. All he knew was his belly was full and gurgling happily, which meant all was right with the world.

	Until he remembered the reason he went to the chicken coop seeking a meal in the first place. Then he sighed and made his way back to the tree the events had happened at, rather depressed, and thinking that a perfectly good meal had been ruined, all thanks to that rabbit. Falling in love sucked.