The Vixen Gets the Sandwich

A thick belch sputtered out of the corners of Krystal's mouth, spraying flecks of cold, yellow mustard onto the pink tablecloth before her as she slowly crammed the rest of the sandwich into her maw. 

Chewing sluggishly, the vixen had a bit of time to reflect on just how she had ended up in this situation. It would be a good distraction from the nausea she now felt after having eaten over 500 of the same exact sandwiches today... and of course from the agonizing pain that filled what seemed like every inch of a stomach that was so hideously bloated it was nearly the same diameter as the table she ate from.

"Krystal, wake up! It's time to eat..."

The blue-furred vixen grumbled drowsily, blinking her eyes and wincing a bit as she slowly opened them. She blinked even further, in confusion now, at her bright pink surroundings. The room she had found herself in was unlike any she had been in before: A dining area for what looked like a sweet shop, compete with nice little tables and a bar where pastries, milkshakes, and other delights could be ordered. 

Krystal had seen a few sweet shops herself in her travels, and while the decor in most of them was usually pretty gimmicky, the decorations here bordered on the absolute garish. Nearly everything was pink and adorned with either cutesy depictions of flowers or desserts. The blue vixen knew she had never been in this room before and couldn't even remember how she had gotten here, and yet somehow it all seemed so oddly familiar to her...

"Come on Krystal! Get up! Your meal's almost ready!"

"Bwuhh... what?" The woman groaned, shaking her head, still squinting from the dining room's vibrantly pink color scheme, "Fox... is that you?"

The voice was coming from behind her, another room from the sound of it, but she could recognize her handsome mate's voice anywhere. Krystal turned around just in time to see him rush a large dining cart out of a set of swinging kitchen doors, the male fox whistling cheerfully as the woman's jaw dropped.

The cart was absolutely stacked with bologna sandwiches, each one practically identical to the other, none of them really that big, but there must have been at least one hundred of them packed onto that already large metal cart.

Fox McCloud merely laughed as he caught sight of her expression, bringing the cart to a stop in front of the table, locking its brakes, and setting one of the plates in front of her, "That's right honey, it's your favorite! Sammiches!"

Krystal merely continued to gape at her boyfriend. Sandwiches? Her favorite? Since fucking when? Yet as he set the plate before her, Krystal felt her eyes inexplicable drawn to the bologna sandwich, her mouth watering hungrily, her paws moving without her even thinking about it as they grasped the bread and brought the food to her open maw...

"There you go Krystal! How's it taste? I made each and every one of these especially for you." Fox said, beaming at her.

"Ummphnnmm mmphhpllrrrt..." Krystal sputtered past her full mouth as she chomped into the sandwich, taking another bite and another even before she had swallowed the first.

"Well, how does it taste?" Fox snickered.

"Oommmpphh.... gooooooooood..." The vixen moaned, shoving the end of the sandwich into her maw and already grabbing a second one as she tilted her head back and let gravity push the last of the first down into her mouth.

"Good! I'm glad you like it sweetie, there's at least five more courses for you to go through after all..."

"Mnnpphh... fuhh... five?" The blue-furred vixen groaned before stuffing the third sandwich into her gullet, her ears drooping in dismay.