Ding Ding, chimed the doorbell as the door opened. A large taur, its fur spotted liked a leopard walked inside and looked around. Its flanks heaved rapidly as it stumbled into a booth nearly passing out.

Alerted by the chime the proprietor of the shop, a silver-gray foon with blue markings stepped out from the kitchen.

“Ah a customer!” He exclaimed as he hurried, scooping up a menu on his way to the taur.

As he approached the taur lifted its head weakly as he eyed the menu.

“Do you have food? I’ve walked a long way and this is the only place I could find for miles.”

“Foon Fine Eats, takes pride in having the best food around. We never have a customer leave unsatisfied.” the foon commented as he set the menu in front of the taur. “Would you like some water to drink while you decide?”

“Oh yes please! I would love that.” the taur unfolded the menu as the foon walked off to fetch a drink. Shifting uncomfortably in the booth the taur looked down the options, the pictures of various dishes made it’s muzzle water but the prices nearly made his heart stop. “Who can afford these prices,”  it muttered to itself.

“Here you go,” The foon set a large mug of ice water in front the customer. “Have you decided what you would like?”

The taur gulped, even the cheapest thing was twice the meager amount of coins he had. “I would like to get something but everything is more than I have.” The taur flopped staring into the water watching the ice bob up and down in the mug.

“Hmm I see. Well our motto is nobody leaves unsatisfied. I’m sure we can figure out something.”

“What like I wash dishes till I pay for the meal?” The dracopard perked up some, as he looked up at the foon.

“Something like that,” The foon smirked. “Drink your water and then come around to the kitchen.” The foon  walked off and started to prepare the kitchen. The taur sipped the water, letting the cool liquid refresh his parched throat. When the ice clinked against the bottom of the mug the taur stood up and padded his way to the kitchen, following the path his host had taken.

The foon watched as the taur walked around the corner, his lavender eyes staring at the large floppy horse cock and low hanging spotted pouch. “Over here,” he called out as the taur looked around.

“Oh, there you are!” The taur turned and padded over to where the foon stood. He nervously looked about. Next to the foon was a wooden block, on the wall hung sharp knives. He gulped and stood there, in typical taur fashion he only was wearing a small side pouch for his money and personal goods.

“Well before we get started might as well introduce ourselves. I’m Saila the chef and sole owner of this diner.” The foon grinned and bowed to the much larger male.

“I’m Achaius, so what do I have to do to pay for a meal?” His tail swished on the floor.

“Nothing much, I just need some certain goods from you. It will be winter soon and that means I’ll be having a lot of customers coming by before the snows close the passage. So I need some good meat.”

“Meat?” The taur shuddered imagining himself all roasted and carved up. Bushing a bit his cock plumped, leaking a bit of sweet smelling pre.

 “Well at least some part of you like the idea,” The chef chuckled. “So what about it, just a few cuts and you will be all paid.”

Squirming the taur nodded and shuffled. “So what cuts would you like. Its umm .... not my first time being butchered.” He blushed his cock slapping against his hinds legs.

“Oh?” The foon looked curiously at the taur. Could there be more to this guest? Was this the answer he asked the gods for? The foon thought to himself as he studied the taur as if he was any other slab of meat.

“Umm yeah I can regenerate, well as long as you leave my head intact and feed me. You can take almost any part.” Achaius blushed, his horse meat leaving a sticky trail on the floor.

“Hmm,” Saila muttered as he once again zoned in on the meat between the taur’s hindquarters. “Ok I’ll take that thick log of meat and and those plump looking meat as payment for dinner.”

“Oh!” Achaius blushed deeply. The taur turned around and backed up.

“There that is a good meaty boy,” The foon praised the willing dracopard as he flopped the large horse cock on the cutting table. From the wall the chef selected a large carving knife.

Achaius readied himself, inhaling as the foon rubbed along the length till his paw rested at the root of the thick log. The taur hissed softly as the sharp knife kissed his flesh. A moment later the taur moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure as the foon’s nimble paws worked the knife through his cock.

“Yes this will make fine steaks!” The foom praised as he with one quick flick of his wrist made the dracopard’s pouch plop onto the table.  The tuar gasped at the sudden loss and stumbled to the ground panting, cream leaking from where his cock used to be.

“That that good?” Achaius gasped and he tried to stand on shaky legs. Normally such a pruning would barely phase him, but in his hungry condition he could barely stand.

“Ohh these smell nice, almost like they were berries.’ The foon sniffed the pouch fruit and tasted a bit of juice that leaked out from the cords. The taur smiled at the praise as Saila helped him back to his booth. “Give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back with your meal.” Saila smirked as he headed back to the kitchen.

Achaius nodded noticing his glass had been filled with something cold and bubbly. While he waited he sipped at his drink till a bit later Saila returned with a plate, on it was sizzling round steak, mashed potatoes, and as a dessert a bowl of bluish ice cream.

“This smells divine,” the taur commented before taking a large bite out of the meat. The steak was moist, hot and had a familiar taste to it. He inspected the meat a bit closer before he realized it was a slice from his own cock. By the girth and edges it looked to be from around the middle thickest part. Blushing he tried a spoonful of the ice cream.

“I hope you enjoy, cause I sure did. I hope what you say is true and you regrow your balls in time for the fall rush. Their juice are gonna be very popular.”

Achaius blushed deep red and after a few moments it hit him. “You, want me to stay?” 

“Well yeah I could use a hand here, and you can can provide lots of meat for my custumers. I have a nice barn that would be great for you to sleep in. The best part is you won’t ever go hungry again. I wish there were a hundred more like you hehe.” The foon slide into the booth smiling. 

“Hmm as long as I don’t eat just me. It makes my meat tough and bitter.”

“Deal! Then we have a partnership, welcome to the diner.” The foon wagged his tail. As his motto said, Nobody LEAVES unsatisfied.