The stage lights spilled onto the quaint set, illuminating the counters, needlessly numerous ovens, and sterile cooking utensils aplenty. The mic kicked on signaling the end of the commercial break, and the trusty narrator read the same line he had recited for the better part of three decades. “Welcome back to Cooking With Furries! The would-be cannibal aficionado’s definitive source for kitchen know-how, teaching [i]you[/i] how to slaughter, prepare, cook, and eat your spouse, parents, brothers, sisters, kids, grandkids, pesky sister-in-law, second-cousin, best-friend-forever, and aggravating boss! Please give a warm round of applause, for the final time, for our hostess Athaliah!”

The roaring sounds of claps and hooting shook the room even before the hostess made it on stage. It wasn’t often that a simple cooking show was packed to the brim with anxious audience attendees, but today was a special occasion. “Welcome, welcome all you tasty-looking furs~!” A near-elderly female sheep stepped directly into the spotlight behind the main counter, her voluptuous fully-nude frame and perky, sizeable bust belying her true age age. Her identity as a sheep was almost indiscernible, all but her fluffy head shaved to the skin and made slick with cooking oils. “If you’re just now joining us, my son and I decided to prepare you a lovely mutton roast to bid a fond farewell and send off this season of Cooking With Furries with.” The crowd clamoured with approval, the sight of the slick sheep inciting an animalistic hunger in them.

“Those of you in the audience who watched in the early 90’s might remember when I took over this show. For those of you who aren’t aware, our show has been on the air since, well... the “air” was a thing! I became this show’s hostess 25 years ago today, back when tattered jeans and greasy hair was the norm.” Weak chuckles arose from across the audience. “On this day 25 years ago I spitroasted my sweet, succulent mother. I penetrated her delicious ass, skewered her all the way through, then roasted her above an open pit.” The crowd roared again. “Just thinking of how tasty that ass was gets me salivating! That season is available for purchase on our website, FYI. Anyhow, just as I inherited it from my own mother, today I’m giving it over to my son. If you were with us before the break, you’d have seen he already shaved and began preparing me. Speaking of preparing, he should be about ready now. Why don’t you join me on stage Ahaziah?”

At his cue a tall, young, muscular ram jaunted over to the stage, fully in the buff. His thick penis and heavy balls swayed as he trotted, his coinpurse large even for his species. His curly snow-white wool defied the shaggy stereotype most male sheep had, looking meticulously well-groomed and dignified as it served to fill out his features even more. “Heya folks! Miss me?” the ram said to the adoring crowd. The well-built ram slid right up to his mother, wrapping an arm around her waist and leading her to the side of the table near the large embedded sink, preparing for the coming shot so all could see. She moved to speak, but only managed to bleat in happy surprise as the strong male slapped her sizeable ass with a fair amount of force. “Ah-ah-aaah~, meat doesn’t talk!” he teased.

“Oh, you! I’m not meat [i]yet![/i]” she mock-scolded, bouncing her butt for him sexily before playfully bumping the ram’s hardening dick with her thick ass.

“Are you sure about that?” Ahaziah said as he yanked his mother’s arms behind her in an uncomfortable fashion, tying them in place with cooking twine that had been laid out in preparation beforehand. “Why don’t we ask the audience, [i]hmm?[/i] Well, folks, what do you say we tenderize us some meat?” he addressed the audience in an overly dramatic fashion, his prick now fully hard and leaking slightly as he rubbed against his mother’s tight pucker, causing her to shiver as her showy attitude finally began to give way for the reality of what was about to happen to her. “Well, you heard them, [i]meat![/i]” he shouted gleefully as he aimed his cock and slid it into her tight pussy, eliciting a slutty moan from his mother as he steadily eased his dick in.

He wasted no time, grabbing his slick, shaved mother with one hand by her waist and the other by her tightly tied wrists, using her own body as leverage to slam against her. The counter provided excellent support as he started plowing into her, the [i]plap plap plap[/i] of his big slapping balls resounding nicely through the crowd as his mother’s squeals of pleasure echoed off the sink she was face-down in, giving her voice a metallic tone to it. His huge dick spread the much older woman wide, and each time he hilted her he reached deep. His plunges kept ramping up, getting harder and faster until the stage was filled with a blurred medley of the sounds of hot, rough sex.

Ahaziah leaned in deep and spoke softly, though the mics picked up their chatter quite easily anyway. “Mom,” he whispered, “you should say your goodbyes; I’m going to end you soon.” He let up not once in his fucking while whispering his deadly words.

Athaliah tried her best. “Ah-ah t-thanks to eh-eh-Elisha, a-a-a-nd Jehoram, ahh~nn~d J-Je~hu…” her words trailed off as she lost herself to pleasure, the feeling of her son’s cock ravishing her one last time before death sending her spiraling into a frenzy of lust.

Ahaziah felt himself getting close, and with the time before the next commercial break running short he decided it was time to draw the curtain on his mother’s life. He positioned one large arm around the waist of his bent-over mother, supporting her frame firmly for when she inevitably began panicking as he continued pounding her with long, measured strokes. With his free hand he reached for the carving knife that had been set up on the table, ensuring she could clearly see its shimmering form as he twirled it before gripping it firmly and pressing it gently against her throat. He leaned against her, feeling Athaliah tied hands rub his belly affectionately, as she used to do when Ahaziah was just a cub. He leaned his fluffy head against her soft ears and whispered once, softly, “I love you, mama~”

“I-I l-love you, I love you so much Ahaziah!” Athaliah shouted to the heavens she was about to join, her muscles constricting as she started to cum, soaking Ahaziah’s cock with her motherly fluids.

“I’ve wanted to slice through you for so long, to inhale your sweet, tasty scent, all cooked up for me. I’m going to use all of what you taught me, I’m going to cook your meat to perfection. You’re going to make such a nice meal for me; you’re going to be so delicious. Sweet dreams~” he said shakily, clearly only just barely keeping it together. Athaliah turned her head to look at him, the condemned sheep mommy panting heavily. [i]Breath that meat ought not to have[/i], the ram thought to himself. He leaned in to her, ensuring he had an excellent view of her exposed throat. He kissed her tenderly, touching his tongue to her’s. He pulled away, a strand of saliva being the last thing above the waist connecting them. She looked him in the eyes, smiled lovingly and serenely, and he pressed the blade slowly into her throat. He came harder than he ever had before into her, spilling all the contents of his hefty sack into her spasming pussy as he cut deep into her flesh.

All her mental fortitude failed her as soon as the pain struck, and Athaliah gave a gurgling scream as loud as her lungs would allow. She instinctively tried in vain to pull her restraints apart and close the gaping wound in her neck, tears already pouring from her eyes as they looked towards the knife in her throat in utter terror. She continued to try to pull air into her lungs and scream with it, causing blood to spurt from her lips and the sound to catch in her throat, eliciting only a choking, wheezing sound. Athaliah tried with all her might to buck him off, shaking and fighting for her life with what little power she had compared to the large, buff male. Ahaziah, despite the twin distractions of his floaty post-orgasm head mingled with his beautiful dying mother in his arms, was able to stay professional and play to the crowd.

“Don’t, [i]grr[/i], don’t worry folks, this will always happen. No matter how willing or ready they think they are, once they’ve got a blade in ‘em or they get tossed into an oven they all revert to nothing more than animals. Make sure you, [i]argh[/i], hold them securely until you’re sure they’re good and dead.” he said through gritted teeth, momentarily grabbing his convulsing mother’s ears with his free hand and forcefully pressing it down further into the knife. She made a loud, brutal choking noise as the knife dug deeper into her throat, then made a pitiful wheezing noise and shook bodily as the knife was ever-so slowly dragged across her throat, opening the wound nice and cleanly for all to see. His mom’s sexy, macabre dance was a sight to behold, still trying desperately to fight for her waning life even as her strength faded, shaking her head back and forth as if to say [i]no, oh God, no, please no[/i]… as her blood painted the sides of the sink.


Ahaziah felt an intense swelling of pride in his chest at seeing his mother fight so valiantly for her life, holding onto it for so long even as copious amounts of her pretty shimmering, scarlet blood spurted from her throat in measured gushes, her heart simply beating its life away for no purpose other than to fill the sink for the benefit of the TV audience. Ahaziah felt his mother’s convulsions weaken, her body slowly sinking towards the counter between each spasm, her strength fading further and further despite her feeble attempts to prove she still lived. She was nearly dead weight now, her heart beating very little blood in irregular intervals now as the handsome ram began slowly fucking her twitching body again. He turned his dying mother’s head towards him again, wanting to be the last thing she saw in this world. He saw absolute shock, horror, pain, and fear painted on her face. It caused him to smile sweetly. He took the knife even more firmly than before, and with his raw strength, practiced precision and trained arm he cut upwards through the neck. He sawed through his mom’s spine with a [i]crack[/i], and with a sudden jerk her pretty head came loose, tearing away from the convulsing body cleanly to the tune of a studio full of applause.

“If you plan to mount your roast’s head, you want to be sure to avoid getting any blood on his or her hair.” he said breathily, feeling his orgasm hitting hard again as he fucked the lifeless corpse that was only moments ago his loving mother. Despite his exertions, he held the body firmly over the kitchen sink, draining the last of the coppery-scented blood from the meat. He dumped the last of his cum into the cadaver, sighing contently as he rubbed the back of the head, unable to keep from licking his lips at the sexy face in his hands. He allowed himself the indulgence of tasting a bit of raw blood from the still-warm, sightless head of his mother, licking a trickle off her tongue before turning back to the cameras.

“Phew!” he sighed deeply with a short chuckle, “She took a while, huh? That’s the mom I know and love! Er, well, [i]knew[/i]...” The audience gave one last cheer of approval, and Ahaziah hoisted his dead mom’s head above him as a mock-trophy for a few moments before signaling to quiet down. “Now, with all that pesky blood out of my mom, and that pretty head of her’s out of the way, let’s get this [i]fine[/i] slab of mutton into the oven so we can finally reward ourselves with a meal!” he said, pulling out of the limp body as his cum dribbled freely from his mother’s corpse, rubbing its plump tush tenderly. “Join us after the break where I’ll show you how to prepare and cook one of these babies! Glad to be here, I hope you all enjoy your new host, and here’s hoping my roasting goes half as well as this sexy slab of meat’s!” 

With that he slapped the corpse playfully on the ass as the camera zoomed in past the stage and to the decorations adorning the back wall of the kitchen studio; the mounted heads of every previous host all lined up prettily together, the empty plaque reading “Athaliah”.