Hotel Service


Timothy stepped into the scruffy employee lounge of the hotel. He was a white mouse; born and bread as a snuff slave he had recently been sold to the hotel after his eighth birthday. It was his turn to be 'on call' for the night shift today. While he wasn't expecting to live long anymore, night shifts were always boring since almost no one got called up during them, and there were few other people to talk to. 

The hotel nonetheless made it policy to have their snuff slaves available at any time of the day, for any kind of death the customers desired. It was certainly a profitable policy – for the hotel – for it guaranteed a certain wealthy clientele, despite the decidedly low star accommodations.

Today Timothy was in luck though. One of the snuff cubs from the previous shift hadn't left to sleep yet and he looked like he was bursting with excitement.

“Hey Timothy!” the little fox cub yelled with bright voice when he noticed him. “Didya hear about Max yet?”

Timothy had barely time to say no before the other cub continued.

“Me and Max got picked earlier today and it was so beautiful! It was this really big ram guy who had a thing for asphyxiation, oh man! He used both of us for hours, bagging us, strangling us. I must have cum and passed out four of five times during it!”

The little cub was so excited with the description that Timothy thought he would asphyxiate then and there again with the all the words and barely drawing a breath.

“So eventually though, he decided to finish Max, so he strung him up from the chandelier with a noose and watched him slowly hang to death while I serviced his big cock. He came buckets all over me and Max looked so happy and blissful dead in the noose afterward. It was so beautiful!”

All Timothy could do was nod along with the story. And dream of it. He really wished he could have been there in place of Max.

“Oh! Well, afterward the ram got tired though so he couldn't do me... But he made a promise the we'll continue tomorrow right where we left off! I can't wait!” The little fox bounced as he said that.

“It sounds so wonderful.” Timothy finally said now that he could get a word in. “I really wish I had been there instead of stuck for this nothing happens night shift.”

The fox walked up to Timothy and put his paw on his shoulder. “Cheer up, maybe it'll be your lucky day today as well!” He smiled wide at Timothy and then glanced the clock. “Oh! I have to get going before they get mad at me. I should've been out half an hour ago, but I just couldn't settle down. It was so exciting!”

Timothy gave the fox a quick hug and then they went their separate ways. Tim to flop down on the couch and the fox heading towards the door. 

But before he could get it open, it opened by itself. The hotel receptionist peeked his mustelid head in through the door. "Hey, Timothy, your number's been ordered. Room 305, Nikolai Borodin."

Timothy suddenly perked and bounced up. "Oh, I'm so excited! I hope I get to enjoy it like Max did!" He looked at the fox cub at the door and grinned.

The fox cub grinned back. “Go knock 'em dead! Err, or yourself dead.” He then disappeared through towards the slaves residences.

Timothy bouncily head towards the elevators. Maybe it was his lucky day after all! He pressed the lift button for floor 3 and hummed along with the muzak. Then there he made down the dinky corridor until he was at room 305.

He took a few deep breaths and knocked.

A tall and dark panther with roughly looks opened it after a few moments.

“Nikolas, err, Boromir?” the mouse asked nervously.

“Nikolai Borodin. Da.” The panther answered with a deep accented voice and eyed the cub carefully.

“Right, right.” Timothy held a short pause while he mentally adjusted the name. Then he continued with a cheerful voice, “I'm your snuff slave for tonight and it'll be my pleasure”, with particular emphasis on the word pleasure, “to die for you today!”

"Good." The gruff panther immediately pulled a gun from his holder and a single shot rang across the corridor. 

With the bullet splattered in his brain, the cub was dead before his body hit the ground.

Nikolai pulled the body into the room. He didn't care much for the snuff, but as a necrophiliac he would have lots of fun using the dead boy all evening...