"Hmm...do you think that we'd taste better with a garlic pepper marinade or a tangy barbecue glaze?", asked Kimor as he turned to the white husky beside him.  The red and black liger was standing in the kitchen, completely nude, as was his white-furred friend.  Both cocks were very stiff, clearly very excited at the prospect of what was to come.  "Definitely the tangy barbecue.", said Ryka as he grinned.  Kimor nodded and grabbed the gallon of barbecue sauce, adding it to the pile of stuff that they were taking outside.

    "I'm so excited!", said Ryka as he clapped his hands, "This is gonna be awesome!"  The liger just grinned broadly, saying, "I know, I can't wait!  It's going to be so great, sucking you off as we roast together over the open fire, the spits jutting through our bodies, the flames licking at our fur..."  Kimor sighed pleasantly as he leaned over and gave the husky a gentle kiss.  "It's going to be perfect, and we're both going to be delicious, hun.", said the husky as he smiled.  Together, the two of them carried the various sauces and stuffings outside to the picnic table, where Harley was waiting.

    Harley was a gray and brown badger, with a shock of red hair at the top of his head.  He smiled, stroking his cock slowly as he oiled up the spits that rested against a picnic table.  "Ready to roast, you two?", he asked, knowing the answer.  "You know it, love...", said the liger as he leaned in to kiss the badger.  "Thanks for everything, dear, this looks perfect."  "It's the least I can do for my wonderfully delicious mate...and our pet."  Ryka just wagged his tail.  Hopping up on the table, Kimor said, "Come on up here Ryka, we need to go ahead and get ourselves started...we've got to be ready for the party!"  Ryka nodded as well and joined Kimor on the table, his paw brushing against the liger's stiff cock.  Giggling, Harley said, "Save it for the spit, my meals...There'll be plenty of time for that.  Ryka, why don't you lie on your back so that I can clean you out?"

    As the husky relaxed on the table, Harley took a long lick up his chest, then picked up a sharp, gleaming knife from the wooden surface.  Expertly, he drew the knife down the husky's belly, opening him up perfectly.  Ryka groaned loudly, his cock twitching as Harley opened him up, his guts soon clearly visible in the stomach cavity.  Kimor grinned and drew a claw, sticking it deep into the husky's wound, then piercing an intestine and pulling it out, eventually managing to get all of the husky's organs outside of his body, which Harley quickly snipped off and tossed into a bucket.  Kimor playfully licked at the husky's empty stomach, glad to see that the heart and lungs had survived.  After all, that was all that the husky would need for his final hours.  It didn't take long for Harley and Kimor to fill the stomach cavity with stuffing, shoving fistfuls of the goopy stuff into the cavity, then sewing it up with kitchen twine.  Ryka patted his now-bulging belly happily as he said, "Wonderful.  I feel so good and stuffed...."  

    Grinning, the liger stretched out on the table and said, "My turn!  My turn!"  A shiver ran down his spine as he spread out and offered himself.  Harley chuckled and said, "Always eager, aren't you?" as he walked over and shoved his cock into Kimor's tailhole.  Kimor groaned and purred, the cock in his hole sending waves of pleasure through his body, even moreso once Harley started to thrust it in and out.  As the badger fucked his mate, he took the bloody knife and sliced open Kimor's belly as well, while Ryka started to pull out intestines, much like Kimor had done.  The moaning, writhing liger was in complete ecstasy, his cock leaking pre while the husky started to load his belly with stuffing and sew him up.  Just as the sewing was finished, both Harley and Kimor came, Harley shooting deep into the liger's tailhole and Kimor shooting onto his now-bulging belly.  Kimor sighed, his head tilted back as he said, "That...was awesome...."

    Harley smiled.  "It's about to get even more awesome....", said the badger as he held up the oiled spits.  Ryka and Kimor got down on all fours and raised their tails while Harley slowly pushed the blunt poles into their tailholes.   Both furs groaned as the cold metal invaded their tailholes, sliding deep into their bodies, pushing aside the stuffing and entering the area where their organs used to be - silly things like kidneys, livers, stomachs....they didn't need any of those things now.  They were food, ready to be cooked over an open fire.  

    The spits stopped halfway up the two furs' chests.  They were trying out a new roasting method today, a method that would allow for two furs to be cooked at the same time while they enjoyed each other.  Harley started to assemble the "cage", a set of poles that would make this happen, while Kimor and Ryka started 69ing each other, putting themselves in position to be roasted.  Soon, the spits were attached to the cage, the furs' wrists tied behind their back, their legs tied to the spit and the whole thing suspended over the burning coals.  The heat hit Kimor and Ryka like a brick wall, singeing some of their fur and causing them both to gasp in surprise.

    Kimor started to use his rough cat tongue to massage Ryka's hard cock, while the husky was making full use of his lack of a gag reflex.  Harley smiled, watching the pair enjoying themselves while he picked up the jar of barbecue sauce that the furs had selected - he grabbed a basting brush and started to apply the sticky sauce to his two lovers.  Harley took special care to coat the husky's balls, tickling him a bit as the dog came into Kimor's maw.  The liger wasn't far behind, groaning with a deep, guttural moan before shooting his kittycum into the husky's waiting muzzle.  The moaning, the burning and the sucking continued for several hours as the furs turned over the fire, roasting, their skin turning a deep brown, their fat dripping from their bodies as their meat cooked.  

    Harley smiled as he poked Ryka's rump with a grilling fork.  The fork pushed into the husky's rump easily, piercing his skin right above the stylized "H&K" that was tattooed onto his cheek.  A bit of clear juice flowed from the wound, dripping onto the fire and causing it to hiss.  Kimor's rump turned out to be just as done, meaning that it was time to pull the two barely-conscious furs off of the fire.  He grabbed some mitts and easily pulled the spit from over the fire, then set the pair of furs down onto a silver platter lined with a bed of lettuce.  

    The furs couldn't move their limbs much any more, their muscles largely having become perfectly-roasted beef.  But, they could still moan and talk.  As Harley removed the spits from each of them, Ryka groaned, "That...was amazing..."  Kimor sighed and said, "I really hope we're tasty!"  Harley licked his lips as he arranged the two furs on the platter.  "One way to find out!", he said as he grabbed a plate and cleanly sliced off both sets of cocks and balls.  "I know what these taste like raw, but I've always wondered what they'd be like cooked.", he said as he bit into one of the cockheads and mmmmed.  "Absolutely delicious.", he said as he popped a ligerball into his mouth.  "Thanks, Harley...that was worth it...", said Kimor.

    Soon, the guests arrived, mingling and chatting with one another as they enjoyed the party.  They carved off steaks and chops from the two roasted furs, complimenting the dazed husky and liger on the taste of their meat as they started to pass out.  It wasn't long afterwards that the two furs were reduced to a pile of bones, as well as some very full bellies.  Harley smiled and took the skulls to a room in his house - there was a glass display case on one of the walls.  The case already had two velvet pillows inside of it.  Beside of each pillow was a picture of the two now-deceased furs, as well as an engraved nameplate.  Harley lovingly kissed each Ryka's skull and set it on the pillow, saying, "You were delicious, hun."  Then, he put his mate's skull down in the case, kissing it. "Love ya, babe...see you on the other side!"  As he locked the case and turned to rejoin the party, he met a buff wolf wearing a leather jacket and carrying a bike helmet.  "Hey, Harley, mind if I spend the night?"  The badger grinned widely. "Certainly...In fact, if you'd like, you could spend it with me."  The wolf grinned slyly and the two headed off to the bedroom, both wondering when the wolf would end up on the spit.