All You Can Eat
another hellish tale from Alex Reynard.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is dedicated to my big blue nutball buddy, Kuma-Kun. But only on the condition that you must masturbate furiously to it until your cock is worn down to a tiny nub. *tee hee*
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At any given moment in the Naughty level of Hell, there are more people sitting down to eat than are currently alive on Earth.

A _lot_ more.

Now, while regular food, like a banana, an ice cream cone, or a Pop Tart, can simply be wished into existence from out of the ether, what's to be done when quite a large percentage of souls, and nearly all demons, prefer to dine upon their fellow denizens? How to keep everything running smoothly so that everyone will always get as much to eat as they like, of whoever it is they prefer to eat?

The solution is downright democratic. Every day, a vast lottery is held. Billions of souls' names are drawn. These individuals are approached by Summoner Robots or Minor Imps and asked politely if they would mind volunteering for restaurant duty later on that day. Nearly everyone says yes, and those that don't are not punished: it's a completely free choice. Plus, more souls are asked than will ever possibly be needed, so everything works out nicely.

On this particular day, a shiny, hovering Summoner approached a nice-looking white house in a semi-suburban area of Hell and knocked crisply on the door.

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"I'll get it!!!" Xander Oakley bellowed at the top of his lungs.

Bartleby Fletch, his best friend, flinched. Being a bat, he was a bit oversensitive to loud noises. He'd been playing over at Xander's house for a few hours now, ever since school let out. While normally the two boys' adventures were quite yiffy, today they were both in mellow moods and were content with just talking and racing their toy cars across the smooth kitchen floor. At least, for now. They both knew it was highly likely they'd get up to some wild shenanigans sooner or later. The two of them together were like baking powder and vinegar. When combined, interesting results invariably occurred.

Bartleby willed his shiny yellow sportscar to come zooming back to him. It skittered across the hardwood and made a spiffy jump straight up into the boy's outstretched winghands. He set it on the floor again and watched it transform itself into a heroic-looking robot cheetah action figure. At the same time, the little bat cocked an ear to try and guess who was at the door.

A few moments later he found out. Xander came trotting back into the kitchen. "It's for you. A Summoner."

Curious, the little bat got up and followed his fox friend to the doorway. There, a shiny little robot was hovering in midair, trying to look authoritative.

"Are you a Mister Bartleby Fletch?" the robot asked in a snappy baritone. (Obviously not the same one Bartleby had met his first day. Besides, this one had a glittering silver mustache)

He nodded. "Yessir."

"Ah. Good. Excellent. You are hereby requested for buffet duty tonight at ten o' clock sharp, at Machiavelli's Cub Grill, out in the Zero Six sector of the Gargantua Zone."

Bartleby had barely understood a word of that.

Xander, it seemed, had. "Really? Aw, cool! You lucky bastard!" he said, grinning and playfully slugging his friend on the arm.

"Um, what exactly did he just say?" Bartleby queried.

"Buffet duty, dude. It's like when you were called to the kitchens before. Actually, it's like how we all get picked for school lunch sometimes, just on a much bigger scale."

"So I'm gonna get cooked?" the little bat inquired, sounding much more excited than nervous.

Xander nodded. "Oh yeah! Machiavelli's is a cool place too. Really fancy. Mom 'n Dad 'n me ate there once. Everything on the menu is made from kids like us. And the buffet's the best part!"

The excited young vulpine turned to the Summoner robot. "Hey, um, is there maybe an empty space available?" he asked shrewdly. "It's my buddy's first time and I think I should be there to help show him the ropes."

Bartleby gave Xander a look, seeing completely through that last line. His sneaky friend just wanted to end up as food himself! Not that he could really blame him, of course.

The robot 'hmm'ed a bit, checking its internal database. "Actually, you're in luck. We did have one cancellation earlier, so there is indeed an empty spot." His gaze went blank for a second,  he beeped a few times, then he seemed to come around again and he gave both boys a smart smile. "Right then, you and your friend are now officially menu items! That is, of course, if you agree?" it asked Bartleby politely.

"Of course!" the little bat burst out. No hesitation whatsoever.

The robot nodded. It was always glad to see first-timers eager to meet their fate.

"Are we gonna go right now?" Bartleby asked.

"Certainly," the Summoner replied. "You'll need plenty of time to cook before you're served, young man."

"Okay, cool," said Xander. "Lemme just run upstairs and tell my parents and I'll be right back." The robot nodded and Xander hustled off.

The excited little fox took off like a rocket, up the main staircase to his parents' bedroom. He flung the door open and gasps were exchanged all around as he found the two of them all wrapped up in an extremely creative, yoga-like sex position.

"Yipe! Uh, sorry!" he said, blushing just a bit (and not bothering at all to hide his cocktip poking out of its sheath)

"No problem, sweetie," his mother said reassuringly. She took a second to extricate her lubed-up arm from her husband's anus to scratch an itch she'd had on her nose. "We only shut the door so we wouldn't make too much noise and disturb you and Bartleby."

"Mm-hmm," Mr. Oakley agreed. He wasn't too talkative at the moment, considering he had one of his wife's dainty feet shoved almost completely in his mouth.

"Did you want to join in?" Mom asked. "Your father's cock is a bit occupied at the moment," she said with a giggle, pointing to how it was currently wedged almost all the way into her right ear canal, "but I'm sure we could find a way to wiggle you in somewhere."

"Oooh, tempting, Mom," the naughty little fox said. "But Bartleby just got called for buffet duty and I wanna tag along. It's at Machiavelli's. Can I go?"

"Shhrff!" Mr. Oakley said agreeably.

"Of course," Mrs. Oakley concurred. "You go right on ah-OOH! Ahead, and make sure Ba-ba--BaAAAA!! Bartleby has fun too! Ooooh!" It was becoming rather hard to talk, what with what Mr. Oakley was doing to her vagina with his tail.

Xander chuckled, always happy to see his mom and dad happy too. "Okay, thanks. I guess I'll be home around midnight then, unless someone takes me home in a doggy bag."

"Stay out as long as you like," said Mom. "Oh, fucking SHIT!! Do that again, Honey! Yes! YES!!!" (That last part was not directed at Xander)

His hardon at full power now, Xander blew his parents kisses and padded out the door, leaving them to their play. He figured they'd be so busy, they probably wouldn't even notice when he got home tonight at all!

A quick trip down the stairs and he was at his bat bud's side again. "All clear. Ready for takeoff!"

"Roger that!" Bartleby said with a laugh, wrapping his wings around Xander.

The Summoner reached out its metal tentacles and touched both their shoulders. "Alright then, here we go!"

A cyclone of flame exploded around the two boys and instantly whisked them far, far away.

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When the flames flickered out, the boys found themselves in a posh waiting room along with about thirty or so other cubs, all of them completely naked as well. They were all sorts of different species, but most of them were in the same approximate age group as our two heroes. Xander didn't see anyone he recognized, but he did spot a rather hot-looking young tabby across the room with a nifty cock. He hoped he'd get to see that boy get cooked.

"So, here we is," the fox said to Bartleby. "Any questions?"

Bartleby was looking all around, taking in his surroundings. The place was very elegant: real oil paintings on the walls, lots of polished wood architectural details. He noticed an empty spot on a long, red leather-upholstered bench on the other side of the room and motioned for Xander to follow him and sit down together. They did. Both boys enjoyed the feel of the squeaky fabric on their bare hind ends. Bartleby had a question. "My first day, after we all yiffed in your parents' bed..."

Xander grinned at the happy memory.

"...I got summoned and turned into a corn dog and wound up in a cafeteria. When Razielphustar was eatin' me, I noticed a big buffet on one wall with cubs sitting under the glass and serving pieces of themselves to people. Is that what this is gonna be like?"

"Correctamundo," Xander replied snappily. "Just like that. They cook you whole, and then they take you out to the dining area where you get to sit on a bunch of really comfy lettuce. It feels nice 'n cool on your cooked butt. Then people come up and ask you for something; like a foot, or your dick or whatever. They give you a bigass knife, so you just carve off whatever they ask for."

"Sounds fun!" said Bartleby.

"It is!" Xander replied. He was glad his normally-reluctant friend was so easily getting into this. The little bat had been in Hell almost a month now, so he guessed Bartleby had finally gotten comfortable with stuff like this. He thought his shy little friend had probably always enjoyed the idea of foodie/snuffie stuff, he just needed to shake off some of his residual Earth-jitters about pain and permanence before he could really let himself enjoy it freely.

"It's kinda relaxing too," the foxboy added. "You get to chill out, talk with whoever's next to you, occasionally cut yourself up a bit. It's nice, having people walk by and check you out. I like thinking about how the other people passing by all want to eat me. It makes me feel sexy."

Bartleby shivered happily. He found that thought sexy too.

He was about to reply when a tall, twiggy iguana in a waiter's outfit popped in from a set of wide, double doors. "Tiffany? Tiffany Goldberg?"

An adorable young ermine popped up from her seat, gave the hedgehog girl she'd been sitting next to a happy hug goodbye, then scampered over to the waiter. "That's me!"

"Oh, aren't you just the prettiest little thing! Come on in and we'll get you nice and cooked up..." His words faded out of earshot as the double doors swung shut behind him again.

Xander turned back to Bartleby. "Hey. Um, it'll probably be a while before they call us. You wanna... You know?"

The young bat grinned. "Get yiffy? Sure!" He slid off the bench and got down on the soft, burgundy-colored carpet. He raised his bottom in the air and wiggled it cutely at Xander. He didn't feel any embarrassment in this, since several of the other kids were already snuggling and playing too.

The foxboy laughed and gave his friend's tush a playful swat. "Oh come on! You're always on the bottom!"

Bartleby blushed a bit. "Well, I like having your yiffy-stick inside me," he said softly.

"You're too much of a sub," Xander kidded. "Haven't you ever heard, 'It's better to give than receive'?"

Bartleby laughed out loud as he stood up. "Okay, okay. I'll screw you this time. I'm just not as used to doing it that way."

Xander stood too, then gave his cute friend a knowing hug. "Aw, it's okay. I know how much you like making other furs happy, and that's cool. It's one of the things I really admire about you. You're a really unselfish guy."

Bartleby murred, giving Xander's soft cheekfur a nuzzle. "Gosh, thanks."

"You're welcome. And, y'know... sometimes I just wanna make you happy too." He gave the bat boy a kiss on the cheek. Then he slithered down to the floor, giving Bartleby's adorable scrotum a swift lick as he passed. He turned around, raising his tail enticingly. "C'mon... yiff me."

Bartleby laughed at seeing his normally hyper pal becoming so tender all of a sudden. But that was something he liked about Xander too. His fox friend always managed to surprise him in the most wonderful ways.

He knelt down before the shivering, gleeful voop and gazed at the other boy's tailhole for a moment. It was like a little pink sunburst. Xander had the cutest anus of anyone he knew. Somehow, it always looked happy. Bartleby gave it a soft poke with his wingfinger.

Xander churred. "Yeah... Go on, shove it in!" He knew they didn't have to worry about lube. One of the very best perks of Hell (in Xander's opinion), was that anal sex was never, *ever* as uncomfortable as it could be on Earth. Always as smooth and slippery an entry as both lovers liked.

Bartleby knew this too. Still, he couldn't resist bending in closer to give his friend's tush a few quick kisses first. Xander wiggled and merfed in delight. Bartleby nuzzled the fluffy fur of Xander's bottom. It was just like two soft little pillows! He finished up with a quick peck right on the fox's pink pucker, then readied his cock for launch. "All systems are go! Buttsex in three... two... one..."

"Liftoff!" Xander squealed as Bartleby suddenly spiked him, his bat buddy's aim straight and true. The happy foxboy squirmed his ass onto Bartleby's cock, swallowing it up like a snake gulps a mousie. He pushed hard, grinding himself into his lover's crotch, wanting as much of it inside him as possible. To put it bluntly, Xander loved cock. And it showed.

Bartleby let out a long, hissing sigh as his young, tender meat was enveloped in wiggly warmth. Xander helped him hilt it. The sensation was wonderful. It occurred to him that it was silly to think about yiffy things in terms of who was supposed to make who happy. Stuff like this made *both* of them happy. That was the best part. It was a shared happiness. He was both giving and receiving happiness in equal amounts.

Xander was quite full of happiness too, along with plenty of just plain ol' regular ppiness. (Groan.) He sang out little arfs of pleasure as Bartleby began to thrust. Soft little pushes at first. Testing the waters. Getting a fraction more confident with each foray into Xander's soft tush. The foxboy was having a devil of a time keeping his wildly wagging tail from whipping his friend in the face.

As the boys yiffed, several of the other cubs who weren't with a partner themselves watched eagerly. Most of them were pawing off, having several naughty tableaus all around the room to look at. Aside from Xander and Bartleby, two white mouse sisters were eating each other out, a bear cub boy was pumping hard into an ecstatic little chipmunk girl, two skunks, male and female, were exploring beneath each other's tails, a coyotefemme was pleasuring a bunnyfemme with her tail, and a ferretboy was getting an enthusiastic blowjob from a happy young colt. A leopard boy sitting next to a squirrel boy noticed that both of them were jerking off anyway, so he suggested they switch paws and play with each other. The offer was met with a very spirited response.

Xander was in heaven. Cocks were simply his favorite toys, no doubt about it. He loved knowing the hot member teasing his insides belonged to the wonderful, shy, sweet bat he loved so much. Sure, Bartleby had been on top before, but it happened so rarely it was a real treat when it did. "Ooh... You know, you can do me harder if you wanna. It feels great!"

"You sure? Okay!" Bartleby had been a little timid at first, not quite used to the balance of thrusting in general, but with Xander's consent he braced himself on the foxboy's back and gave a mighty plunge.

Xander 'eep'ed like someone had splashed cold water on him. "Yeah!! Do that some more!!" he encouraged.

Bartleby was more than happy to oblige. With a sexy, boyish grunt, he drove his cock deep inside Xander's butt again and again. "Ohhhh, wow! That feels awesome!"

Grunting and squirming and gritting his teeth, Xander whimpered, "Bartleby, *huff* you can totally *puff* do this to me *huff* anytime you want! *puff*"

"I will! I promise!" the yiffy young bat exclaimed.

The leopard and squirrel boys were now masturbating each other at Ludicrous Speed.

The waiter showed up again, and called another cub. She whined disappointedly, wanting to stay and watch the show instead. Understanding perfectly, he let her wait by the door with him until the two protagonists reached their crescendo.

Xander rubbed his face on the soft, soft carpet; his eyes shut tight, his anal passage full of raw, hot love. He was insensible with pleasure. He thrust his young hips up again and again to submit to Bartleby's thrusts. He wasn't usually the submissive type, but boy, could he ever see why Bartleby enjoyed it!

His short tail quivering with passion, Bartleby let out a final moan and forced as much of himself as he could inside his very best friend. His tingling bat cock shot out thick spurts of boyjuice into Xander's hungry guts.

Xander cooed and yipped like a wild canine, feeling Bartleby fill his butt with love. With barely a second to spare, he darted his paw under his belly to catch the jet of cum that suddenly shot out of him. Like a polite guest, he succeeded in making sure not a single drop spoiled the nice carpet.

Soon enough, several other cocks and cunnies were exploding too. With sticky paws, the leopard and squirrel applauded. "Great show, guys!" one of them called out, and the other giggled.

Panting with cutely flushed faces, both Xander and Bartleby rolled over onto the carpet. They spooned cozily, Bartleby guessing correctly that Xander might like the feeling of being snugly plugged up back there a while longer.

Xander took in a deep breath. "Bartleby, dude, that was *incredible*! I love you so much! You gotta do that again sometime soon! My ass is your biggest fan now!"

Bartleby couldn't resist a happy laugh. He snuggled up to the foxboy's back and nibbled his little triangular ears. "I love you too, and thanks. I had lotsa fun too. You can totally count on us doing this again. I'd forgotten how *good* it felt!"

Xander held up his cum-covered paw. "Wanna lick?"

"Oh, yeah, definitely!" Bartleby gave his friend's fingers a big, loving slurp like a popsicle.

Xander happily gobbled up the rest. "Finger lickin' good," he quipped.

The boys were then interrupted by none other than the tabby boy Xander had spotted earlier. He smiled bashfully at them, then pointed out the little droplets of cum leaking from Xander's ass.

"Um," he said shyly, "You gonna eat that?"

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After quite a bit more naughty play, only some of it physical, the waiter popped in again. "Bartleby? Is there a Bartleby Fletch here?"

The young bat got to his feet, wondering where on earth the time had gone. It felt like he'd just gotten here! It was like they said; time flies when you're fucking your best friend in the ass. "I'm here!"

"Me too!" Xander shouted, popping up beside Bartleby. The two of them approached the iguana and Xander helpfully explained their position. "Um, we're best friends, and it's his first time. Is it cool if I go with him and watch him get cooked? Like, to lend moral support or something?"

The waiter chuckled warmly. "Sure. Happens all the time. Come on back you two. I think we might even be able to cook you both at the same time."

"Awesome!" Xander shouted.

"Neat! Thanks!" Bartleby exclaimed.

Taking the waiter's scaly paws, the two boys were led back to the kitchen.

And quite an impressive kitchen it was! Not the biggest one either boy had seen, but certainly very classy. All the cooking implements gleamed and sparkled like everything was brand new. Chefs bustled about, talking in several different languages. Sounds of pots clanking and knives chopping filled the air. Gouts of delectably-scented steam rose up from various recipes. Silver and brassy colors sparkled like christmas decorations.

And absolutely everywhere were the sounds of happy children being cooked. Some were lounging comfortably in big roasting pans, others lying down on huge chopping boards watching their bodies dwindle into small chunks. Some were turning serenely over a fiery barbecue pit. Others stretched out on massive tanning-booth-like grills. Still more were relaxing in bright boiling copper kettles. All the rest were enjoying even stranger and more exotic forms of preparation.

The waiter pointed out a sleek, agile-looking black jackal at an immaculate silver workstation a few feet away. "That's Jean-Pierre. He'll be your chef." He patted them on the back. "Go over and say hi, boys. And have fun!"

The boys nodded, then ran over to meet the fur who'd soon be turning them into entrees.

The jackal turned around and spotted the two young ones. "Ah, what cute young boys! Hop up here, my friends. I'm sure both of you will be very popular tonight!"

As Xander and Bartleby scrambled up onto the cool metal counter, they were both thinking the same thing; with a name like Jean-Pierre, they'd expected the dude to be French. Instead, his thick, resonant accent sounded halfway between African and Australian.

Jean-Pierre gave a striking first impression. Tall ears, long muzzle, gleaming ebony fur, a sizeable bulge in the front of his apron (which was the only thing he wore besides a bit of turquoise jewelry), and a disarming, crafty grin. His golden-cast eyes were small and half-lidded, but seemed to exude clever mischief.

He began to inspect the boys, feeling their young warm bodies all over. They both giggled bashfully at his nimble, questing fingertips. "Let me guess... One of you is new to this experience, and the other is along for companionship, eh?"

The boys nodded. "Yup. Bartleby's been cooked before, he just hasn't done the buffet thing yet," Xander said.

Bartleby nodded. "I'm not scared or anything, if that's what you meant. I _totally_ wanna get cooked!" he said bravely.

The jackal grinned, pleased beyond measure. "Good, good! The more eager the prey, the better the taste, I always say!" He ran his slim, graceful paws along Bartleby's ears, over his nose, down his wings and around his tush. "I have had bat before. A very savory meat, yes. I'm sure many of our other patrons tonight won't have had the pleasure, so you will be a special, exotic treat for them."

Bartleby blushed and smiled at the kind words.

Jean-Pierre then gave Xander's tummy a firm pat. "And look at you! Nice and plump! Perfect for cooking! And so handsome, too!"

The pudgy fox giggled and squirmed as the grinning jackal tickled him.

With a flick of his wrist, Jean-Pierre touched a small, glowing green button on a control panel set into the counter. A very strange device rose up from the metal surface, looking almost like it was growing straight out of the counter. It looked smooth and tentacle-like: a hose-like protrusion with a small hole in the center.

"What's that for?" Bartleby asked Xander.

The fox grinned evilly. "Oh, you'll just have to find out, now won't you?" He chuckled and gave his pal an encouraging pat on the back. "Go over and kinda bend down next to it. It'll do the rest."

With both his friend and the chef looking at him with secretive smiles, Bartleby reluctantly backed up towards the gleaming whatever-it-was. For a second, nothing happened. And then-

"Whoooooooooa!"

Xander burst out laughing. "Oh man! The look on your face was priceless!"

Bartleby continued to squirm and grimace for a few seconds more as the machine fulfilled its purpose. Then it abruptly let him go. Bartleby slid away from it as fast as he could. He pounced on Xander. "Why the hell didn't you tell me that thing was gonna vacuum my ass?!?"

The naughty fox only laughed harder. "'Cuz then you wouldn't have had the fun of finding out for yourself! And come on, it felt yiffy. Admit it!"

Blushing just a tiny bit, Bartleby said, "Well, okay. Yeah. It just surprised the hell out of me!"

"Don't you mean it scared the shit out of you?" Xander helpfully supplied.

Bartleby lightly head-butted him.

Jean-Pierre, who had been standing back a bit, paw over his muzzle to stifle guffaws, finally came forward to put a gentle paw on Bartleby's shoulder. "I hope it wasn't too frightening, little one. We just need to make sure you are all clean inside and out before you are cooked."

"I understand," he said. "And it wasn't that bad, really."

"My turn now!" said Xander. With no hesitation whatsoever, he scooted across the countertop and practically impaled himself on the poop-nozzle. A second later he was squirming in bizarre delight as his insides were given a thorough cleaning by what felt like hurricane-force winds in reverse. The machine took only a few seconds and afterwards Xander sprawled bonelessly on the counter and let out a satisfied sigh. "I gotta get one of these for my room..."

"Now comes the cleaning on the outside," Jean-Pierre told them. He helped Bartleby to his feet, instructing him to stand within a circle etched into the counter. "Close your eyes and keep still. This will only take a second."

Bartleby nodded bravely. He was a little alarmed when instead of what he'd been expecting, a transparent glass cylinder like a giant test tube descended around him from the ceiling. He closed his eyes and a moment later it felt like a tidal wave had crashed into him from above! A giant slosh of heavy liquid surrounded him for a split-second, making his skin ripple and tingle. Then, just as suddenly, it was slurped back up into wherever it had come from.

When the tube raised and Bartleby stepped out, he felt like he'd been on a tall ride at a water park. He also felt suddenly chillier, which was undoubtedly due to his sudden lack of fur.

Xander's cock grew a bit. "Ooh, damn! I love it when you don't have fur! It looks really weird, but sexy too!" he cooed.

Bartleby inspected himself. He was perfectly smooth and pink all over. He hadn't felt this clean since the last time he'd taken a molten lava bath. He padded over to show himself off for Xander. "You really think I look sexy like this? You're weird. I look like a giant fetus!"

Xander nearly fell on his tail laughing. "Holy crap, you do!"

"So will you in a moment," Jean-Pierre reminded him.

"Oh, right." The little fox scrambled back up and stood on the circle. After his own refreshing experience, he too was smooth as a baby's butt. He ran his paws over himself. "Man, bare skin feels weird!"

Jean-Pierre had been thinking for a while now what to do with these two delectable cubs. He eventually settled upon a simple approach. "Alright, young ones, it is time to be cooked. I have had an idea. Since I happen to have a double-wide roasting pan I don't get to use very often..." He trailed off, letting them pick up on the idea.

"You mean, cook us together?" said Bartleby.

The jackal nodded. "Indeed."

"Sweet!!" Xander exploded. "Oh wow, how yiffy can you get?" he said to Bartleby. "You 'n me snuggled up in a big pan, gettin' roasted in that big, hot oven!" He was practically starting to drool. Bartleby was excited as well. He hadn't tried a team-cooking before.

Seeing that the two morsels obviously enjoyed the idea, Jean-Pierre bent down to rummage in his cupboards for the appropriate pan. "Aha! Here she is!" With an elegant swoop, he whisked out the gigantic roaster and slammed it on the counter before the two boys. "Looks comfy, yes?"

They both nodded.

Suddenly becoming a black-furred tornado, Jean-Pierre began to scurry madly about, peeking in cupboards, dashing back and forth, assembling all the necessary ingredients for two different boy marinades. Bartleby and Xander stepped cooperatively into the pan (it was the perfect size for both of them to lie down in and cuddle) and watched their chef as he went about his work. As he mixed and measured, he explained in a lot of cooking jargon the boys didn't understand that he was putting together sauces to baste them with, each one made specifically to compliment the flavors of bat and fox respectively. Xander thought that such a personalized touch was probably why Machiavelli's got such good reviews from both its customers and its ingredients.

In no time at all, the speedy jackal had prepared the sauces and began to liberally baste both boys. Bartleby went first, standing up in the pan while Jean-Pierre used a soft brush to cover him head to toe in a sweet, slightly Oriental-smelling amber sauce. Xander watched his best friend being basted and got a huge hardon. Everything about being turned into food was sexy to him. It didn't matter how many times it had happened, it was something he knew he'd always love. As he took his turn being doused in a spicy, oily mixture, he thought about why the culinary fetish appealed to him so much. He supposed a lot of it had to do with how much of a roller-coaster ride it could be. Exciting and relaxing, scary and sexy, changing back and forth over and over again. But more than that, it was the knowledge that no matter what happened, he was perfectly safe. Something that would end in excruciating death back on Earth was transformed in this realm into a wonderful, yiffy, exciting fun thing to do again and again, as many times as he liked. No pain, no permanence. Along with the joy of knowing how happy he'd make whoever ended up eating him, that was the core of Xander's passion for becoming foodstuffs.

When they were both thoroughly dripping with marinade, the two boys laid down side by side in the big pan and held paws.

"A taste-test first, before you go in the oven," Jean-Pierre suggested. "Tell me what you think."

The boys took small licks off their fingertips and murred happily. They both agreed; Jean-Pierre had exquisite taste.

"Then it is time for the two of you to begin roasting. It's a very hot oven, so it will only take an hour or so. Then you will be ready to go on the buffet. Are you excited?"

"You bet!" Xander said.

"Yeah!" Bartleby agreed.

With a satisfied nod, Jean-Pierre lifted the big pan (displaying an effortless strength) and strolled towards the ovens. They were titanic; big enough to cook a compact car in (if, for whatever reason, you ever wanted to). He checked for a vacant one, looking in at several smiling cubs all being cooked to perfection in the others, and spotted one near the middle. Already pre-heated, of course.

He nimbly swept open the door and a wave of insanely powerful heat blasted out, actually singing his muzzlefur a tad. The boys in the roasting pan trembled with fearful exhilaration. "We're actually going to go *in* there," Bartleby marvelled to Xander. The sheer seeming impossibility of it was making his weenie stiffer.

"See you soon, little dumplings." Jean-Pierre told them tenderly. "In just a little while, you will come out as gorgeous, steaming-hot cub roasts!"

Xander and Bartleby held each other tighter.

"Au revoir and goodbye, little ones," the jackal whispered as he thrust them into the inferno and shut the door behind them.

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The heat wrapped itself around Xander like a living, breathing thing. It wasn't just the temperature, it was the suddenness of going from a chilly countertop into what felt like a million and a half degrees. The little fox yipped and moaned in pleasurable pain. He and Bartleby held each other close.

"Mmmmm, it hurts! But it feels good too!" Bartleby whimpered, reminded of how wonderfully warm and sore his butt would get after a good spanking from Mrs. Schaddenfreude.

Xander nodded and nuzzled his companion's furless cheek. "It feels like I can barely move," he whispered. "We're just meat now. Meat to be cooked and eaten..." He reached down to gingerly stroke his red-hot cock.

Barely able to see through the oppressive red blaze, Bartleby nonetheless caught the flicker of motion as Xander started pawing off. Totally typical. But then he got an idea. "Hey, wait. Let's do like those other kids in the waiting room."

"Huh?" Xander asked, then felt the bat's gentle winghand creep across to hold his boyhood too. "Ohh, I get it! Good idea." He reached over to Bartleby's smooth, de-furred crotch, finding his friend's cock at least as hard as his own.

Amid the sound of their marinades sizzling on their skin, the two boys pleasured each other. Nice and slow, savoring every instant of the wonderful, searing heat that was changing their young bodies into food. They could feel their muscles loosening, their insides getting mushy and lax. Adding the feel of a loving paw to that made it all pure paradise.

With tiny whimpers and merfs, the boys continued to excite each other until finally Xander let out a puppyish little yelp and spooged all over his taut, tender tummy. The cum actually hissed as it hit his skin, almost instantly becoming part of his marinade. Bartleby followed soon after, his cock feeling like it was just about ready to rip right off of him. He squirted a little farther than Xander and managed to catch a few drops on his tongue.

The two best friends exchanged a passionate kiss. Silently, they shared the tiny taste of Bartleby's cum on their tongues. Their paws roamed all over, loving the feeling of how their bodies had begun to change. Thoughts of holiday dinners flitted through their minds, but this time they were the centerpiece of the meal.

Xander heard something sizzle a second before he felt it. A thin stream of boiling-hot liquid was spraying over his crotch.

"I, um, couldn't hold it," Bartleby admitted shyly.

"No problem," Xander reassured. He kissed his friend again, and when Bartleby was done, he added his own pee to their recipe. The sensation of it flowing and dousing them both was very yiffy indeed. Xander found himself hoping it wouldn't overpower the taste of the marinade.

	*   *   *

Much too soon, the oven door opened, letting in an orgasmically shivery poof of cooler air.

Xander squirmed and murred, not wanting to come out of the sexy oven at all. He had gotten used to the incredible heat, and regretted leaving it like a grade-schooler regrets leaving his warm bed and blankets on a chilly December day. "Just five more minutes!" he croaked, his voice soft and creaky.

Jean-Pierre was at the ready with oven mitts. "Oh, you mean you *don't* want to go out to the buffet so all the hungry customers can gaze upon you and think about how much they want to eat you up?"

The wily jackal certainly knew how to press Xander's buttons. "I never said that!"

Bartleby giggled. He had to admit, he wanted to stay in the oven a little while longer too. He'd had a lot of fun slowly cuddling and kissing his furless fox friend, talking about foody subjects. But the thought that soon he would be on display and ready to eat made him even yiffier.

Again displaying a strength his agile form belied, Jean-Pierre whisked the two cubs out of the oven and briskly deposited them upon a gigantic waiting hotpad at his workstation. He smiled at them and licked his chops. "My, such fine specimens of boy meat! I am sure you will be delectable!"

"You should try a sample then, just to be sure," Xander said slyly, looking up at him with a frisky smile.

Jean-Pierre returned with one of his own. "I might get in trouble for that, but then again, some things in life are worth the risk..." He leaned in closer and opened his jaws, surrounding Xander's outstretched muzzle with a ring of pointy jackal teeth.

Xander jumped a bit, then let out a coo of pleasure as those sharp little teeth drove straight through and neatly separated his muzzle from his face. Oh, how wonderful it felt to be eaten! Xander's thin tail wagged chaotically and he regrew another mouth just to say, "That felt great!"

"Tastes great too, little one!" Jean-Pierre complimented, licking his lips. He turned to Bartleby, who by now was practically vibrating with excitement. "Do you think I should try a sample of you as well?"

"Oh yes sir!" the little bat said politely. His cock looked about to burst from anticipation. Bartleby closed his eyes and felt Jean-Pierre's form draw nearer, then the sensation of tiny teeth burying themselves in the sensitive flesh of his ear and coming away with a nice big bite.

Jean-Pierre chewed and swallowed. "Fantastic! Savory and perfect!"

"Thank you!!" Bartleby gushed, a tickle of pre sliding down his cock. He was perilously close to coming again, but wanted to hold it in for now. With a flick of his ear, the bitemark vanished.

"Wait here just a second, you two," Jean-Pierre told the boys. They had just enough time for a quick hug and kiss before he returned again, carrying a restaurant trolley with two serving platters already set up for them. They would sit on cushions of romaine lettuce, surrounded by a ring of sliced radishes. "The time has come, my little friends, for you to be presented. I assume you both know what is expected of you?" he asked.

The boys nodded. "Xander explained everything to me. I'm ready," said Bartleby.

Jean-Pierre helped them both stand up and step down off the counter onto the serving trays. Understandably enough, they were both a bit wobbly from having their muscles turned into meat, but Jean-Pierre knew well what to do and supported them in just the right places. Soon they were both settled in, cross-legged, feeling the cool lettuce on their pink bottoms. The black jackal held out two long, keen knives to them. "These are your serving tools. When a customer asks for part of you, you will slice it off and place it on their plate with a smile. Have fun. Be charming. Remember, we want you to have as much fun being eaten as they do eating you."

"What if they ask for something and I'm not sure where it is? Like my spleen or something?" Bartleby asked Jean-Pierre.

"Oh, don't worry," Xander butted in. "I know a lot about anatomy. I've always been good at stuff like that in school. I'll help you out." Bartleby nodded and gave the fox a hug in thanks.

"Any more questions?" Jean-Pierre asked. The boys shook their heads.

"Good! All ready? Then let us meet the customers!"

	*   *   *

Jean-Pierre gave the bat and fox a goodbye wave as one of the waitstaff took the trolley and wordlessly wheeled it out to the buffet area.

As soon as Bartleby passed through the wide kitchen doors, his ears started whirling around like radar dishes. So many sounds! Lots of chatter and laughter and clatter of silverware clinking on plates. The restaurant was much larger than the young bat had ever expected. It seemed filled to capacity tonight. Everything was burgundy and gold. Every inch of the place gave off an air of welcoming, subtle luxury. There were many couples dining tonight, and just as many families. Various fursons bustled about to and fro; waiters serving customers, customers coming back and forth from the buffet, servers pushing carts upon which fresh entrees reposed. Bartleby even saw a few tables where the cub-roasts were seated right there on the table, having happy conversations with whomever was eating them. Everyone looked like they were having a grand night out. Bartleby felt that way too.

Xander looked around just as much, but for a different reason. He was hoping maybe he'd spot someone he knew here. True, Machiavelli's was just one small dot on the near-infinite map of Hell, but the Naughty level had a way of subtly encouraging 'chance' encounters, as both he and Bartleby could no doubt attest to.

There were two long, well-lit buffet islands near the back of the restaurant, both of them full except for two side-by-side spots which were obviously waiting for a young bat and fox to fill the void. One island was strictly boys, the other girls. But they were close enough together that cubs could hold conversations across the aisle while they waited to be nibbled upon.

"Here we go you two. End of the line," the waiter told Bartleby and Xander as he brought the trolley up beside the two vacant spots. The boys carefully lifted themselves up off their trays and squirmed under the sneeze guards to take up residence in their green and leafy seats for the rest of the evening. Bartleby snatched a few radish slices before the trays were taken away, since he'd always been fond of them.

Xander let out a happy, satisfied sigh as he settled in on his new seat of lettuce. This one was much better padded, and wonderfully comfortable. "Well, here we are, Batman. How long do you think it'll be before someone comes along and wants to try us?"

"Oh, I don't know," Bartleby replied, still a little starstruck by his elegant surroundings to really concentrate. "I hope it's soon. I really, really feel like food now. Like, it's my purpose to be eaten. I *want* to be eaten!"

Xander grinned. "Cool! I'm really glad to see you so excited. When Mom 'n Dad 'n me came here before, we were on the other side of the sneeze guards. We had a little bit of everyone. I remember thinking how cool it would be to be up here on display myself. And now I am! I'm just as excited as you are!"

Bartleby suddenly turned to his friend and gave him a great big hug. "Thanks for coming with me, Xander. Really. This wouldn't have been half as much fun if I'd just come by myself."

"You're welcome," the little fox said softly, appreciating how honest and tender his bat friend could be sometimes. "Same for you. I'm glad we're here together."

They held their hug for a few more seconds, until they were startled by a politely amused "A-hem!"

The boys turned to see an outrageously gay fox couple standing before them. The pair were both grinning canineishly and wearing scandalous outfits that proclaimed their raging homosexuality to the heavens in loud, proud tones. They were nuzzling at one another so much, one might have thought they were joined at the hip. (What none of them realized was that these were the very same two foxes Bartleby had overheard yiffing in the zoo's restroom several weeks ago. Xander was dead-on about 'chance' encounters in the Naughty level.)

"Oooooh, don't they look sweet!" the shorter one said.

"Figuratively and literally, honey!" replied the taller one.

"Hi!" said Xander brightly. "Would you like to eat some of us?"

Bartleby smiled warmly and tried his best to look edible.

"My goodness, they're so *cute*!!" The shorter one swooned, nearly falling melodramatically to the floor, but for his partner's embrace. "I don't think I'll be able to take a single bite!"

"I hope you'll at least try!" Bartleby said enticingly.

"See what I mean!"

The taller fox shushed his playful lover. "Come now, sweetie. I told you before; it's your turn, so you get to make the selections. Now choose, you silly foxie!"

Giggling, the shorter one recovered from his mock-faint. He perked up as he reviewed the long line of tasty boys, all ready and eager to give of themselves for his meal. "Soooooo hard to decide..." He put his finger to his lips, mulling it over, then finally decided, pointing at each cub as he made his choices. "Okay now, I want a foot from this one, a leg from that one, this one's left ball and that one's right, these three weenies, and this little cutie's head for dinner conversation and then dessert."

Bartleby and Xander were both selected, as well as both boys on either side of them. Bartleby was to give up his weenie and a foot, and Xander was to give up both his own weenie and his right testicle. The lion cub to their left would lose his weenie, leg and left testicle, and the mouse to their right would be losing his head.

The boys went to work. As the fox couple held out their plates, the four boys all started in to carve. Xander kinda wished he'd been asked for more, but certainly wasn't about to complain. He loved losing his foxhood under any circumstances, and knowing he was giving it freely so it could become someone's dinner was yiffy as heck! He murred contentedly as he felt the razor-sharp blade effortlessly separate his cock from his body, then split his nutsack straight down the middle. He popped out a ball, leaving a lone one behind, and held both savory morsels out to place them on the foxes' plates. Seeing them in the company of two more weenies, and knowing one of them was his best friend's, would definitely have made him cum on the spot if he wasn't a tad ill-equipped at the moment. His remaining nut did attempt a weak but valiant squirt though.

Bartleby was surprised to find he didn't hesitate at all in lowering the blade to his own left foot and pressing down. His cooked flesh yielded easily. Little coils of steam floated up from inside. It felt *good* to cut it off. After all, it was just food now, and food needed to be eaten while it was still warm! Bartleby felt a tingle go down his spine as he separated himself from his foot and placed the little cut of meat on the clean white plate. Steeling his nerve, he reached down and readied himself to do the same for his boyhood. He placed the knife at the base of his penis, then closed his eyes and, not letting himself think about it too much, made the cut. He cried out in surprised pleasure as his young cock slipped right off, like it couldn't wait to wind up on the end of a fork. Bartleby felt a thick splash of cream pour from his cockless crotch and baste his warm nuts.

Delighted and yiffy with their selections, the fox couple thanked all four boys and trotted back to their table, both of them knowing already that they would definitely be coming back for seconds.

The lion boy let out a cute, excited growl as he regrew his boy-place. Xander just made a soft grunt as he repaired himself too. Bartleby stared down at the little pink patch above his ballsac in fascination. His cock was really gone. And the best part was, he could simply wish it back whenever he wanted. Sure, he'd lost it dozens of times before by now, but every now and then he would still be struck fully with the awesomeness of the event. 'This is something I could never do back when I was alive,' he thought to himself. 'Well, I guess I *could*, but I could only do it once. And it'd hurt like heck then too! But now I can do it whenever I want and it feels wonderful! I love how it feels! I love knowing I never have to worry about it ever getting hurt ever again! I can lose it as many times as I want, and I never have to worry. Never!' What an impossibly wonderful feeling!

As Bartleby radiated in feelings of perfect safety and reassurance, he happened to glance sideways and notice the now-headless mouseboy's body was jerking off! A rather eerie sight indeed. "Uh, Xander... How's that possible?"

Xander, whose attention had been momentarily diverted to staring at the line of other boys' cocks all down the buffet line, looked up to see what Bartleby was indicating. "Oh! Wow, that is weird, isn't it? I think I know what's going on though. I've seen it before in some other buffets I've been in. Basically, if someone takes your head, you don't grow another one back. Most of the time you're not gonna want to have two heads in two different places, since that'd be confusing."

Bartleby nodded. "Naturally."

"So, like, the best way I can describe it is that your nervous system kinda takes over like an autopilot." He pointed across the restaurant where the fox couple could be seen chowing down while chatting up the mouseboy's noggin. "He can still feel everything his body's doing, and he can still make it do stuff, like a remote control car. But the neatest part is, if someone comes up and wants his nuts or something, the body'll just do that automatically. It can still respond to commands. Neat, huh?"

Bartleby stared in mild disbelief. Even for Naughty-level standards, that was a pretty darn weird little factoid. "Wowww. Seriously? I gotta try that." He turned to the headless mouse. "Pat your tummy."

Instantly, the paws obeyed, beating out a simple pattern on the stomach.

The little bat's eyes lit up. "Coooool!!"

This had possibilities...

By the time another customer came round, Bartleby and Xander had gotten their mouse companion's body to clap, kick its legs, moon a waiter, and get up and shimmy like a belly dancer. They were both rolling around, nearly insensible with laughter and had to be tapped lightly on the shoulders by a customer to remind them they were still on food duty. Xander dutifully gave the amused feline lady his liver and eyeballs, while Bartleby provided both ears and a cut of his left arm. Then they went back to giggling some more.

	*   *   *

Rich, sweet jazz and classical music wafted through the air like a delectable scent as the night rolled on.

After playing with the disemheadied mouse kid for as long as they could stand without wetting themselves (again), Xander and Bartleby mostly chatted with their fellow edibles and had fun serving themselves to happy customers. Bartleby noticed that most people seemed to instantly want to try one, or both, of his ears. They did look pretty appetizing, he had to admit. His cock and/or balls came in at a close second place. Other times he gave up feet, slices of his rump, savory internal organs, or sections of his arms and legs. Pretty much everything on him seemed to get picked at least once. One guy even went down the line, gathering all the boys' noses for a shish-ke-bab!

Eventually, after the fox couple had completed four trips to the buffet islands and a spin by the dessert rack, they returned their mouse friend's head to his body, giving him tender kisses of thanks on his forehead before they left. Bartleby and Xander were a little worried he might be mad at them for fooling around with the rest of him, but luckily enough he didn't seem to have noticed at all, and was soon involved with them in a hot discussion of recent movies. (Of course, Hell got all the recent developments in pop culture the instant they were created up on Earth. CDs and movie tickets were always free, and popcorn was given away by the bucketful.)

Mostly, the night was an enjoyable, fun sequence of serving bits 'n pieces of themselves to happy grownups, and a few cubs too. Bartleby found that he really enjoyed the looks on the customers' faces as they took in the scent of his cooked self. He felt proud to be tasty. He liked making them happy. He thought for sure he'd be volunteering for buffet duty a lot more often now, just so long as his best buddy was right there beside him!

Xander, of course, had been hamming it up all evening, schmoozing with the customers and just generally exuding oodles of charm. Many people came back for seconds just to be entertained by him.

In between slicing and serving, the boys on the buffet would snack on each other. If someone saw someone else they'd like to try a bit of, they could just holler down the line, ask for a sample, and it'd be passed to them like a hot dog at a baseball game. Xander tried to sample everyone else's boybits at least once. And Bartleby found that a whole lot of the other boys liked nibbling on his ears too. It felt like he'd regenerated them about a hundred times already.

Occasionally, one of the customers would be so taken with one of the buffet selections, they'd request the whole cub for dinner and companionship. Since there were always more excited, eager kits waiting in the kitchen, this was no problem at all. The customer would merely signal one of the waiters, who would bring a tray over and carry the cub to the customer's table to be consumed.

So, as Bartleby and Xander watched, the lineup on both buffet islands changed several times throughout the night. The lion boy beside them was selected by an old former teacher of his; the two hadn't seen each other in years, and both were really excited about getting the chance to catch up on things. Many other boys and girls were chosen by former friends, family members, or just other fursons who found them adorable and nummy-looking.

Bartleby was just beginning to wonder if anyone would ask for him, when he spotted a wonderfully familiar face entering the restaurant.

"Criss!!" he shouted.

Being a bat also, the hunky lifeguard (whom Bartleby had met on the beach his first day in Hell) caught the boy's call easily. He and an equally buff lynx hurried over to the buffet.

Criss Nero laughed when he saw his little bat buddy with no fur. "Bartleby? Is that really you?"

Bartleby was beaming with excitement, his tail wagging furiously. "Yup, it sure is! Gosh, it's really good to see you again!"

Criss gave Bartleby a friendly pat on the head. "I know, it's been a while since we last hooked up. Sorry about that, but I have been kinda busy. And Xander! I didn't realize that was you for a second!"

"No problem," the foxboy said. "We all look weird with no fur on." He and Criss had met before too. A few weeks previous, Bartleby had invited him to an outdoor concert where Criss and his friends were one of the acts. Xander'd had a rockin' good time watching the sexy grownup bat onstage nearly strangling his electric guitar and howling out ska-like vocals while wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers. The backstage party had been nearly as exciting as the show. A wild orgy was held around a bonfire on the beach at sunset, and yiffy fun was had by all. There was even a couple who'd made love *in* the bonfire!

"Hey, I want you guys to meet a friend of mine," Criss told them. "This is Kaleb. We met after a show a few weeks ago. We've been hangin' out together ever since."

The handsome lynx shook both boys' paws. He was definitely the surfer dude type as well, right down to the slight bleach to his fur. Just from the way he and Criss stood together, it was easy to tell they were quite wildly in love with one another, and that Kaleb was the more subdued of the pair.

Xander grinned at them. "Aww, a romantic dinner together at Machiavelli's. That's sweet!"

Kaleb chuckled. "Exactly. This big goof's never been here. I had to have him check it out." He leaned in close to plant a quick peck on Criss' cheek. The big bat blushed.

"It's my first time too," Bartleby said.

"Really? Hey, neat! Havin' fun?" Criss asked.

"Lots!" the littler bat confirmed heartily.

Kaleb was struck with inspiration. "Hey, I got an idea. They let you take a whole cub to your table here. Why not just get the little dude and chow down on him all night?"

Both bats immediately liked the idea. "Great! I've been meaning to get together for a while now anyway," Criss told Bartleby.

Xander's ears drooped. "Aww! You're leaving? Dude, I'll miss you!"

Bartleby looked back to his fox friend sympathetically. "I'm sorry. Um, I'll stay if you want me to."

The pudgy fox smiled warmly. "Nah, it's okay. Besides, the customer is always right. They wanna eat you, so I shouldn't stand in their way."

Criss and Kaleb chuckled. The lynx flagged a waiter.

Xander scooted closer to hug his bat friend. "It's cool. I figured this'd happen eventually. We've had fun all night anyway."

Bartleby nodded. "And I'm sure someone'll come by and pick you too."

"I hope so!"

The waiter, a svelte otter, gestured to the boys that she meant to put Bartleby on the tray she carried.

The boys nodded, then shared one more hug. "Bye, Xander. I'll see you later."

"Same here, Bartleby." He nuzzled his friend's cute noseleaf. "Oh yeah, almost forgot; our shifts have been over for a while now, so we can leave whenever we want. How 'bout, whenever they get done with you, come and see if I'm still here. If I am, we can go home together."

"Okay, sounds good." Bartleby gave his fox friend one more kiss. A tender smooch that made Criss and Kaleb, and even the waiter, go, 'Awwwww!'

Then Bartleby allowed himself to be scooped up onto the tray. He waved to Xander as he left with his grownup friends to go pick out a table.

Xander waved back, a little sad to see him go. It was kind of an anticlimax to such a fun night.

He sat back in his lettuce, chin in paws. Just serving himself would be boring now without Bartleby there beside him. He wondered if his friend was right, that maybe soon he would be picked for solo dining.

And as it turned out, he was...

	*   *   *

"My, what a delicious-looking little fox!" boomed a loud, resounding voice.

Xander was shaken straight out of his thoughts. He looked up and 'Eep!'ed.

Standing there with a plate in his hands was a colossal lion. He was regal in every way possible, with a meticulously-managed mane so big it blotted out the overhead lights. His manner of dress was that of someone _seriously_ important. Red velvet jacket, emerald shirt, black trousers and even a gold sash across his middle.

He looked down at Xander with eyes of dark burgundy. "I do believe I'd like to eat every last little bit of you..."

Xander was a hard fox to intimidate, though he was certainly intimidated in that moment. He shrank back a bit, his expression going from startled to worried in a heartbeat. If his tail had had any fur, it would have been bristling.

Letting slip a small, cruel smile, the lion called out to a nearby waiter. "This one! Immediately!!" He pointed right at Xander.

The claw at the end of his finger was a millimeter from the fox's nose. Xander gulped.

Cringing meekly, a mouse in a Machiavelli's uniform quickly wheeled out a tray. The lion regarded him with malevolent playfulness; the look in a cat's eyes when they spot prey. The waiter saw this clearly, and soon had Xander lifted up and onto the tray before the poor young voop could even say a word.

As he was being wheeled to an available table at a disquietingly unsafe speed, Xander held on tightly to the tray, teeth clenched, and wondered what in the here he'd gotten himself into. Sure, he loved being eaten. But the look in that guy's *eyes*! How could a guy like that even make it *into* the Naughty level? The fox shuddered and hoped he could persuade his predator to just make it quick. Though he knew perfectly well that wasn't very likely to happen.

Bartleby, reduced to a head, a partial torso and two wings, waved at him as he passed by. "Hi Xander!" Criss and Kaleb waved too, with their mouths full.

Xander tried bravely to smile and wave back.

The mouse waiter banged into the table by accident and Xander nearly went flying. "Hey!" he shouted. "First rule of restauranting: don't drop the food on the floor!!"

Giving the boy an honestly apologetic smile, the waiter patted Xander's paw. "Sorry about that." Much more gentle now, he conveyed the tray to the center of the table and wheeled away the cart, standing aside to welcome the customer.

The lion strolled forward, taking his own sweet time. He cast hungry, toothsome grins at other cubs on the buffet line, and haughty chuckles at the other customers. His swagger told any observer exactly what kind of a man he was.

Xander felt ill. He thought his best hope was that this guy might just pick him up in one paw and cram him right down his throat in one gulp. Then go back for seconds, of course.

"Bon appetit, sir," the waiter warbled.

The lion sneered, then waved him away with a grand yellow paw. He eased himself into the plush booth. The leather seat creaked and squeaked as he slid in.

As soon as he had a chance, the waiter skedaddled.

Xander was shivering a bit. He tried to hide it; tried to remain professional. After all, he was on buffet duty, gosh darn it! It was his job to make the customer happy by being a cooperative, willing meal. He tried to muster his pride at that.

But when the lion's massive muzzle opened up to reveal a jungle of gleaming, drool-dripping teeth, Xander pretty much turned to jelly.

The lion licked his lips.

Then the great feline's demeanor totally changed. He cast two quick, cautious looks to either side of the booth, making sure no one else was looking. Then he did some sort of mystic passes with his hands and a flickering purplish-white curtain of electricity sprang up all around him and his meal.

It was impressive enough to momentarily distract Xander from his fear. The 'force field' (for that was pretty much what it was), sparked and crackled with violet energy. It enveloped them in a sphere, cutting off their booth from the other diners completely. Xander could see past it somewhat, just enough to notice that no one else in the restaurant was staring at the big purple ball that had suddenly appeared in their midst. Xander guessed that meant it was like a two-way mirror. Maybe it even set up an illusion outside of it.

And that meant, of course, that the lion wanted _absolute_ privacy for what he was about to do next.

Xander realized this with a cringe that was nearly audible.

But then, just when his skin was at its goosebumpiest, he heard a very familiar voice:

"Ah! Damn, but it'll be good to get out of this thing!"

It COULDN'T be!! Xander swiveled around in an instant.

The lion reached up to fiddle with something apparently stuck in the middle of his mane. Then suddenly, he gave a hard downward pull, and his face split in half! Just like a costume!

Xander's eyes lit up with astonished joy. "Razielphustar!!!" he exploded.

The candy-apple-red squirreldemon looked equally happy to see him too. "Yes, my dear boy! Delighted to see you again! Sorry it's been such a while. I've been busy as a man selling talcum powder at a diaper fetish convention. That, and my zipper seems to be stuck!"

The furless fox crawled forward, noting how bizarre it looked to have this huge, imposing body capped off with Raz's proportionally tiny head. And, of course, Raz had somehow kept his favorite top hat on in there the whole time.

Razielphustar tugged and tugged on the disguise's zipper, then got fed up and just shouted a demonic curse word and erupted in flames. A split-second later, the lion illusion had been burnt to cinders and he was back to his regular handsome self. "Ahhhh! Much better now!"

"I've never seen you do *that* before!" the little fox marvelled. Meaning the disguise, not the flames. Demons in general tended to spontaneously catch fire rather a lot.

Razielphustar leaned in close, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, my dear boy, it seems I am a very popular demon in many parts of the Naughty level. A Hellguardian's job is really only to make introductions, but it seems I somehow make more than just a cursory impact on people. They tend to remember me, and are always asking me to sit down and chat a while. Or give them a blowjob, or chop off their heads, or something like that..

"Normally I rather enjoy all the attention. But sometimes going out in public can become excessively annoying. Especially in a place like this where a good forty percent of everyone here knows me from somewhere or other. Hence, my appearance incognito."

Xander nodded in total comprehension. "Why the big, scary lion, though? I just about pissed my lettuce!"

The demon chuckled and gave his fox friend a reassuring caress. "Sorry about that. But you must admit, you never suspected it was me, now did you?"

"No way!"

Razielphustar returned a smug smile. "There you go!"

Xander giggled. There was just something about Razielphustar's whole manner that made him one of the most entertaining fursons he'd ever known. He was a born showman. Full of that ineffable 'it' factor. Xander sometimes wondered why someone didn't just give him a TV show already.

The squirreldemon picked up his silverware and willed a big white bib with a cartoon fox on it into existence around his throat. He licked his chops. "I'm starving, little one. And I meant what I said about you looking delicious."

Xander blushed and crawled forward, smiling demurely, feeling wonderfully happy about being eaten now. "Would you like to try a taste first?" he hinted.

"Of course, my sweet Xander..." Razielphustar closed his eyes and leaned closer, his muzzle touching Xander's oh so lightly.

The two of them kissed and murred, sharing warm feelings of love. They both had a special place in their hearts for one another. Their personalities complimented each other so well.

'What a wonderful surprise!', Xander thought. He felt the kiss melt away every last bit of his tension. He felt wiggly and full of smiles. He felt 100% ready to feed his gentle, caring demon friend.

"Mmmmmm," Razielphustar murred. He lowered his muzzle to the boy's crotch and gave his cocktip the tiniest of licks, which naturally made Xander yip with pleasure. "Scrumptious," he said suavely. He smacked his lips a bit. "Hmm... Jean-Pierre?"

Xander was now sporting a fine erection. "Wow! How'd you know that!?"

"Oh, simple really. I come here quite often and have tasted enough of his cooking to know that he almost always uses a sauce like this to marinate foxes. That, and a few times before I've given him a 'tip' for his culinary artistry by letting him give me a jolly good fuck up the ass after a meal."

Xander giggled in his paws. "So, where do you wanna start with me?"

The squirreldemon looked slightly crafty. "Well... I am feeling more than a little predatory tonight. Would you mind if I completely dispensed with table manners and just ravaged you?" he asked in a sly purr.

The little fox's skinny tail started wagging. "Go right ahead! I'd love that!" Oh, how exciting! Xander lived for really stretching the limits of his snuffie desires, and not too many of his other friends were comfortable with really getting hard 'n messy. He splayed himself out in an appetizing pose and waited, trembling, for the demon to dig in.

Razielphustar took in the mouth-watering aroma of the adorably cooked young kit. Despite having sat on the buffet line for hours by now, Xander was still as fresh, steaming and fragrant as if he'd just popped out of the oven (a perk of the Naughty level, naturally). Razielphustar breathed in the odor of boyflesh and felt his thick, hard cock bump against the bottom of the table. Despite being a squirrel in appearance, he was all demon when it came down to appetite.

Wanting the mood to be just right, Razielphustar send out a mental command to the restaurant's master CD. The music in the dining area stopped abruptly. A few people looked up in surprise. Razielphustar checked the selections, and picked out a stirring string-heavy classical piece by Vivaldi he thought would be just perfect.

Willing it to begin playing, he sunk his teeth into Xander's belly just as the first note rang out.

The little fox let himself go limp. A whimper of pleasurable pain escaped his throat at the sharp fangs invading his flesh. It was not true that souls in the Naughty level never felt pain. They often did, so long as they chose to. And this was really only quasi-pain. More 'intenseness' than actual hurt. Xander murred and moaned as his belly was ripped open savagely and a puff of white steam emerged.

He felt his friend's muzzle rooting eagerly around inside him. Teeth tore at his meat. His insides were messily gobbled, sometimes even slurped down whole. Razielphustar was emptying him out just like sucking the filling out of a Cadbury Creme Egg, all while gorgeous violin notes pierced the air around them.

The demon's tongue danced in joy. It was not just the taste of the little fox's blood and meat that did it, but his pleasure. Razielphustar knew well he could only ever enjoy something like this as long as his meal was enjoying it just as much as he was. He admired Xander's bravery in being willing to try so many strange, extreme and exciting things with his body. And he treasured the trust the boy held in him. Razielphustar was not simply dining on Xander's body, he was also feasting upon the boy's emotions. They were what truly added spice to any recipe.

Razielphustar had eaten millions of children throughout his long life. Perhaps billions. And one thing he knew well was that the taste of fear or sadness would ruin even the most skillfully prepared meal. The very instant his tongue registered it, he would gather up the little fur in his arms, cradling them gently, and do everything he could to make them happy again. A meal could not be enjoyed unless it was free of doubts and worries. Razielphustar never ate anyone who wasn't smiling the whole time from plate to belly.

Huge chunks of warm foxmeat surged down the squirreldemon's throat. Xander writhed in ecstacy. Those wonderfully sharp teeth felt *soooo* good! There were no words to describe it! He loved the sensation of his body becoming less and less and less. He loved feeling himself dwindle as bits and pieces of his young form were either sliced or bitten away. He loved to _feel_ like food, to feel that this was his true purpose.

Razielphustar scooped Xander's heart into his muzzle and bit down hard. It squished and the boy's red essence went everywhere. The boy yipped in pleasure. His stomach soon followed his heart down the demon's throat, Razielphustar chewing on it like a dog with a rubber squeaky toy. He slurped down thick, pink sections of fox intestine like sausages. He snapped and chomped and gulped and nosed around until Xander was as empty inside as a duffel bag.

Xander was reeling. Flat on his back, he stared off into space, grooving on the music and totally loving the feeling of being completely hollow inside. He felt like a chocolate easter bunny. Like a fox-shaped hand puppet. And there was so much left of him still to be devoured!

Pausing to unleash a wavering belch (which was perfectly synched with a kettledrum in the classical piece), Razielphustar took a moment just to marvel at what a mess he'd already made of himself and his adventurous companion. "Having fun, Xander?"

The fox giggled. "Nuh-uh! You stopped eating me!"

Razielphustar laughed out loud. "Pardon me, little one! I'll get right back to work then!"

"Good!"

Gaining a second wind, Razielphustar *really* cranked up his demonic digestive system. Xander's entrails had been a mere appetizer. Demons can consume entire villages when they're really feeling peckish, so Razielphustar had not yet begun to munch.

Xander let out a loud, long howl as those awesome teeth sunk straight into his thigh. Like a crazed beast, Razielphustar dug in and shook the limb back and forth, tearing it savagely right out of its socket. Xander's cock was as stiff as titanium.

Chomping loudly and wetly, Razielphustar reduced the boy's leg to nothing in but a few seconds. Xander adored how it felt to have it gone. He liked feeling the air across his exposed meat. He liked how slightly off-balance he became. Razielphustar leaned in close and gave him a loving, grateful kiss, then abruptly yanked the boy's left arm clean off.

Xander arfed joyfully and came all over himself.

As soon as he finished with the arm, Razielphustar went straight to lapping up all the nummy boy cream. It made a terrific palate-cleanser. The taste of cum balanced the taste of flesh quite nicely. When he bit down on Xander's remaining forearm, the meat tasted fresh and exciting again.

Xander's eyes were shut tight in bliss. He tried not to wiggle too much as Razielphustar ravenously chewed his arm up. He felt like he was being mauled by a T-rex! But in a *good* way!

The ecstatic young fox's remaining leg was next to go. Razielphustar licked between the adorable little toes one by one before opening wide and crunching them all off in one enormous bite. Xander cooed loudly and was hard as a rock again in seconds. The string section was really heating up now.

Xander's bones snapped and splintered like breadsticks in Razielphustar's powerful jaws. The demon didn't even notice; he just appreciated the savory taste the marrow added to the rest of the meal. In just a few short chomps, Xander had become totally limbless. Razielphustar completed the effect by yanking the boy's tail off suddenly and stuffing it in his mouth, murring appreciatively.

The foxboy's cock stood up, proud and fearless, waiting to be devoured next. But Razielphustar wanted to save the very best for the very last. With his razor-sharp claws, he reached in and scooped the boy's crotch away in one piece, setting it aside on the table like a centerpiece. He knew full well Xander would still be able to feel it, and having it detached like this would drive him up the wall.

Indeed it did! Xander squirmed and made adorable little sounds of pleasure as his boybits were removed. He could feel them sitting there beside him, still erect as ever. In fact, he came a second time when Razielphustar bit playfully into his plump little boy butt!

The squirreldemon made all sorts of yummy noises as he consumed the fox's posterior. Cub butts were almost always one of the best parts of the meal. Tender and plump; both cute and delicious!

Xander wasn't very mobile anymore, but he sure could make a lot of noise. He hollered encouragements and cries of pleasure at the top of his lungs (not that he had them anymore). It was a good thing Razielphustar's force field kept in sound as well, otherwise the whole restaurant would've been staring at them by now.

Razielphustar couldn't even be bothered to chew anymore. The music was rising to a crescendo, and he intended to climax at the same time it did. He gulped down huge hunks of Xander's torso, swallowing them whole and feeling them travel all the way down to his burbling belly. He nearly swooned it felt so good. Not only just the physical sensations, but also from knowing how much he loved Xander, that the little fox loved him just as much, and that he was putting the boy *inside* of him. Deep within him, where he would be completely safe for as long as he chose to stay.

The music was building and Xander was dwindling. Razielphustar carefully nibbled away the last of his chest and shoulders just as the final strains were being played, and tossed Xander's bits in his mouth as the last note sounded, crunching down hard on the tasty cock, shredding it to bits, and popping his balls like cherries just as they blasted out their third spooge eruption of the night.

Both boy and demon fell back, exhausted.

They did nothing but breathe heavily for a few moments. Xander's sounded a little funny, since it was whistling out of the ragged end of his neck stump.

Then Razielphustar sat up, embraced the wonderful little fox's head, and kissed him.

Tender and slow, the exact opposite of his boisterous carnal debauchery, the demon showed Xander his true feelings. They were both silent as Razielphustar pressed their lips together, caressed the boy's ears, and nuzzled his nose.

"Thank you," he whispered finally.

Xander opened his eyes. "No, thank *you*."

He smiled. "You're welcome, little one. I have to say, that was certainly a lot of fun. Exactly what I was in the mood for."

"Me too!" Xander confidently agreed. He looked around a bit and chuckled. "Man, I'd hate to be the guy who has to bus THIS table!"

Razielphustar looked around too, and only then noticed that he'd inadvertency splattered everything in the entire booth with boy-gore. Blood was splashed about like housepaint. "Oh my," he deadpanned.

Xander giggled. "Cleanup on aisle seven!"

That gave Razielphustar an idea. "Capital suggestion, my dear boy." He set Xander's head down, snapped his fingers, and transported several thousand gallons of raging river water into the force field with them. Less than a second later, he snapped his fingers again (as well as one can when engulfed in current so strong it could rip the zipper off your jeans) and instantaneously sent it all back where it came from.

Xander blinked. He was clean as a freakin' whistle.

Razielphustar shook his head a bit. He'd done such a good job of whisking the water away, the two of them weren't even damp now. "That was refreshing, wasn't it?" he said, sounding chipper.

Xander tried to nod, but didn't have any neck muscles.

Grinning warmly, Razielphustar picked up the fox head and nuzzled him all over. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?" he asked while beginning to chew on one of Xander's succulent ears.

"I dunno. I guess when Bartleby gets done gettin' eaten by Criss and Kaleb, we'll go back to my place and yiff or something."

The demon 'hmm'ed. "Do you think he'd mind joining the two of us and heading back to my place for some cuddling and hot chocolate?"

If Xander had still had a tail, it would have been wagging. "Sure! That sounds great! I'm not sure if Bartleby'll go for it; he might wanna do something with his friends instead. But it's okay with me!"

Razielphustar nodded. He looked around, trying to see past the crackles of purple electricity, and finally spotted two furs chatting with Bartleby's earless head while the rest of him was, presumably, in their bellies. The demon perked up. "Oh fantastic! *That* Criss! I hadn't met his new feline friend yet, so I wasn't sure at first whom you meant. Actually, Bartleby introduced us once. Magnificent cock on that lifeguard, I must say! And if they're game for it, he and his new friend are certainly welcome to come along too!"

"Cool! A five-way?" Xander asked excitedly.

"But of course," Razielphustar said. "After all, I can always just grow four more penises whenever I feel like it."

Xander cracked up.

	*   *   *

Xander grew back his body, fur too, and was soon back to his normal, yiffy self. He reached into a portal and pulled out a phone receiver to call his mom and dad. They said it was fine with them if he slept over at Razielphustar's, and that they'd been thinking of going out to an adult dance club that night anyway (where much spouse-swapping and naughty sex would undoubtedly occur). Xander was glad everything had worked out so well.

He watched in fascination as Razielphustar created another lion costume. It really was a perfect illusion. The material twined into existence all around him like moss on amphetamines, transforming his demon friend back into the rather frightening visage he'd sported before.

Once he was suitably suited up, Razielphustar brought down the electric barrier. Its purpose, he explained, was not only to give them privacy, but also to display a little 3D movie on its outside to the rest of the diners. All they had seen was a big lion quietly and methodically eating up a little fox boy. And using proper table manners too. Xander thought that was really spiffy. He wondered where he could get one so he could get away with all sorts of new mischief in Mrs. Schaddenfreude's class. Razielphustar just chuckled and told him apologetically that it was a demon thing.

Approaching the two bats and a kitty-cat, they found all three eagerly receptive to the idea of going back to the squirreldemon's place for some hot snugglin'. That is, once the 'big scary lion' had opened his jaws wide enough for Razielphustar to poke his head out and give them all a wink. (And after Bartleby regrew the rest of himself.)

And so, after everyone had enjoyed a dish of ice cream for dessert, the quintet left Machiavelli's for a night of erotic amusements. Criss walked arm-in-arm with Kaleb, and Razielphustar carried each of the boys under his. He even winked to the waiter on his way out.

They stepped into a portal just outside the main entrance, and were whisked a trillion miles away in a blink.

A naughty time was had by all.




	The End
	for now...