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As the delightful tingle of alcohol continued to surge through her head in a pleasant and delightful manner that seemed to make Berta's jokes funny, despite her knowing otherwise. The groups course changed all of a sudden and she was herded into yet another structure by her gaggle of chatting and boisterous friends.\n\nAlthough, between the constant tugging from her maid of honor and the loud drunken giggles and cackles from the rest, she missed the small, plain sign that advertised the name of the place she had just entered. Of course, being the smallest one of the group and having them clustered around her didn't help either. From what she could make out from over the heads of her friends, they hadn?t entered a bar or club, but a large, plain, red brick building with a large ornate letter P above the front door.\n\nThe group of well over a dozen loud, drunk, chatting females flowed into a foyer that was dominated by flat, grey colors and simple furniture. They stayed together in a clump and several of them began to look around expectantly.\n\nAn attendant walked out and greeted them with a warm, friendly smile, ``Good evening and welcome to Passion,'' the smiling Wolf said to the group. ``Do you have a reservation? I'm afraid we have limited space this evening and can't take very many walk-ins.''\n\nSeveral of the other women giggled and looked mirthfully down at Tracy, who didn't know where they were or what was going on. She thought something might be expected of her just then, but couldn't think of what it might be, which only served to add to her disorientation. Tracy started to back away instinctively from their gaze, but a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the front of the group.\n\nShe looked at the owner of the hand to see Anna, her best friend and maid of honor, as the other Vixen pulled her out of the assembly of Lythian females. She was pushed forward to stand, confused and very embarrassed, in front of the larger female Lythian Wolf.\n\n\t``We sure do,'' Anna said as she beamed a smile at Tracy while the other girls continued to giggle behind them.\n\nShe shot a nervous look up at Anna and then to the attendant, unsure what it was her friend had planned for her, but convinced it was as embarrassing as it usual was.\n\n\t``But - '' she started to say but was cut off as Anna continued.\n\n\t``We all do, actually,'' Anna said with a gesture back to the gang of intoxicated and a-little-bedraggled group of females behind her. Which was met with a renewed spasm of drunken giggles and hoots. ``But, my friend here,'' she said as she patted Tracy on the shoulder, ``Is the special order I had prepared when I made the arrangements last month.'' \n\nThe Wolf nodded, ``I see,'' she said and produced a small egg-shaped device that fit snuggly into her palm. ``Your IDP then, please?'' She asked in a polite but professional tone and used the device to scan Anna's wrist when proffered. That done, she walked over to a small desk in an alcove to consult a computer screen for a moment before returning with the same welcoming smile she had when they had entered.\n\n\t``Very good, I see that everything is all in proper order,'' she said and motioned towards one of several unlabeled side doors. ``If you will please step through the door there, we have a waiting area where you can make yourselves comfortable while we prepare your experience.'' She glanced toward the group of Lythian females behind them and smiled again before addressing the group as a whole. ``You will also find that it is well stocked to your pre-arranged specifications, with a wide selection of beverages to continue your celebrations.'' She walked over to the door and bowed them through. \n\nTracy looked around, a little wide eyed, as they entered a large room furnished with lush, well upholstered chairs and couches. The walls were lined with tables filled with bottles of expensive looking wines, champagnes, a variety of liquors, and import beers. There were also quite a few large, signed pictures of famous Lythian actors, politicians, or moguls of one form or another that hung along the walls. They had all been taken of them sitting or lounging on the various furniture within the room, the odd thing that drew Tracy's immediate attention was what was in the photos along with them.\n\n\tShe was about to ask Anna where they were when she noticed one in particular that caught her eye and walked over to inspect it. The old photo was an image of Boo-Boo Galore, a Lythian Cougar actress from thirty or forty years ago, as she held a small and quite alarmed-looking, naked Human by a silver-chain leash. Upon closer inspection she saw that it was attached to a very elegant collar which was ringed in jewels that had sparkled under the flash from the camera.\n\nShe began to suspect what kind of place this was, not that she had any feelings about it, one way or the other. She made her way back to her friend inquire about it, and her suspicions were confirmed when one of the other girls made a sensual noise as she sat down on one of the couches with a glass of dark, red wine.\n\n\t``Oh...this is going to be great, Anna,'' a female Wolf exclaimed in a dreamy voice as she relaxed back into the couch and took a sip of the dark liquid. ``You know... they say you can do anything you want to them, anything at all,'' she said with a leer and a dreamy look in her eyes.\n\n``I know I'm looking forward to it,'' Anna replied with an equally intoxicated and expectant leer, ``But what I really can't wait to see, is the treat we got for little Tracy here.''\n\nTracy looked an Anna with some confusions as she sat down next to her, ``But...'' she began with a depressed sigh, ``You know I can't.''\n\nTracy, although an adult Lythian Fox, was unusually small for a Lythian at around only seven feet tall. 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Anna gestured towards the collection of alcohol that the other women had already began to attack.\n\n``You really didn't need to go through all this trouble for me,'' Tracy said with an appraising look at the tables and the bounty assembled on them. ``I'm sure this was all very... very expensive, I hope this didn't set everyone back too much,'' she said as the accountant in her started to work out a total expense on just the nearest table alone. This was only moderately hampered by the amount of booze in her system, which only made her want to drink more, if only for the challenge.\n\n``What, this?'' Anna replied with a small gesture to indicate the room at large. ``This enticing adventure is all on me,'' she said with a shrug and a suggestive wink.\n\n Tracy's jaw hit the floor, ``What's Terrence going to say about how much you spent tonight?''\n\n``Hah!'' Anna replied in a snorted, short guffaw, ``He helped set this up! His company does one of those corporate excursions here once a month, so they offered us a massive discount.'' She took a long drink from her own glass then leaned in to add in a conspiratorial, drunken stage-whisper, ``In fact, several of these rooms were actually comped. They needed to clear out some of their old stock or something like that,'' she said and sat back to give Tracy an amused look.\n\n``Old stock,'' Tracy said with an appalled look, then replied in an equally intoxicated whisper, ``Is there something wrong with them, could we get sick?''\n\nAnna let out a bark of laughter, ``Fuck no, they just can't keep them here very long is all. You would have to ask Terrence about what the specific law is, but those who aren't picked or disposed of need to go, besides, a human's a human... right?''\n\n``I guess, that's not something I've had any experience with.''\n\n``Oh, cheer up,'' Anna said as she gave her friend's shoulder a playful shove, ``Like I said, this is supposed to be a fun night for you. The only really expensive part of all this was your special wedding present.''\n\nTracy blushed, her ears folding back in embarrassment at the idea of her friend going to so much trouble for her. She got up and walked over to one of the tables to pour a glass of something strong. It burned her throat on the way down and warmed her belly when it got there, she had a feeling she would need the courage it provided to get through the evening.\n\n``So,'' Berta, a very large Grey Mare and friend of Tracy?s, had begun to inquire of Anna as Tracy returned to the couch with her drink. Berta sat down heavily onto an adjacent couch that was made for her size and continued, ``What are you planning to do with your little playmate tonight?'' She gazed at Anna with a questing and lustful look as she took a swig of enough champagne to drown ten people with ease.\n\n``Oh, I have a few ideas, but it all depends on how the mood is going when he gets here and we head off to our room,'' Anna said with a casual shrug.\n\n``Room?'' Tracy asked nervously and looked between the two, ``We don't just do it in here?'' \n\nBoth Anna and Berta gave a friendly chuckle at her ignorance but kept it short as they didn't want to hurt their friends feelings.\n\n\t``Of course not my dear,'' Berta said in a kind, sweet tone, made almost comical through intoxication, ``You don't want everyone watching, do you?'' 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She sighed again and shrugged at the other two females on the adjacent couch, ``Not to mention, its hard for me to have a good fuck with an audience,'' she chuckled, ``Which brings to mind a really funny story from college.''\n\nTracy almost choked on the drink she was taking, ``What!?'' She gasped out between coughs. ``You have sex with them as well?''\n\nBerta looked over at her with a pitying look, ``I didn't realize our friend here was so innocent,'' she said to Anna solemnly as she shook her head slowly.\n\n\tAnna patted her friend's leg, ``Oh yes, that can often be the best part,'' she said and went back to continue rubbing her belly. She looked around and wished she had the privacy to remove some restrictive clothing just then. Since she didn't, she sighed and added, ``Sometimes, if they do a good job, I like to spare them and send them back with my complements. Word gets around you know, back in the kennels, and the prospect of surviving the night gives them a lot off drive and ingenuity sometimes,'' she waggled her eyes for second then frowned. ``But not as often as I would like, unfortunately, it makes me wonder if they really can speak or if they are just dumb animals.''\n\n\t``Dumb or not, their still fun to have around,'' Berta said.\n\n\t``But... your married... how can... what would Terrence think?'' Tracy said with a scandalized expression, not sure what to think about her friends sexual preferences just then.\n\n\t``He does the same thing when he comes here,'' she replied with a dismissive shrug, ``And we never ask each other what we do with them, and in any case, there just Humans.'' She reached out to accept a glass of wine from one of the other females with a grateful smile.\n\n\t``You've really never even looked into this have you?'' Berta asked as she gave a sidelong glance at Tracy, truly intrigued by the girl's adorable level of ignorance about the world.\n\n\t``Why would I? I'm too small to eat one and I've only ever heard of that other stuff through gossip or the VidNet, which I never really took very seriously,'' Tracy said as she drained the glass.\n\nHer legs propelled her up to go get another, and stronger, drink to calm her nerves. She had just gotten a thought about what her fiance might have gotten up to in a place like this, well maybe not a place this nice, but there were plenty of others to choose from. Or perhaps one of those frequent hunting trips he had taken with his buddies to ``snatch a few pinkies'' as he called it, she always assumed they just ate them.\n\nThat or turn them in for the bounty that some places offered, should never thought that they... that he... might have actually... had sex with them. She had only ever seen or heard of male humans before now, does that mean he would... \n\n\t``I wouldn't worry about Fenton's faithfulness if that's what your thinking about,'' Anna said knowing what Tracy was thinking, ``Or his sexual proclivities. Because, I think after today you'll understand why yourself. Its about time you experience the best part about being a Lythian, let loose and lose a few inhibitions.''\n\n\tShe gulped down a hefty swallow of whatever the green bottle had contained as she returned and sat back down on the couch, ``If you say so. I just hope I can go through with it, what if I can't get him down,'' she said in a small, pathetic voice as she started to calm down and resign herself to letting the evening take its course.\n\n\t``You'll be fine, just remember you're the predator here and that little shit is the prey, let your instincts do most of the work when the time comes.'' Berta said then gave Tracy a big wink and added, ``But make sure he does plenty of work before then.'' She and Anna laughed at her apparently hilarious comment; heavy drinking was apparently the only thing that made Berta's `jokes' funny.\n\nAnna was going to give some pointers and suggestions, but a door suddenly opened, and a female Panther walked in and gave a kirt, professional bow to the room.\n\n\t``Ladies, we are ready for you, if you will please follow me,'' she said and they all stood up, some quite unsteadily at this point, to follow her out of the room.\n\n\n\n[center]Part Two: ``Brian''[/center]\n[center]____________________________________________[/center]\n\nHM119 was special. Not just because the caretakers had always referred to him and the other Humans in the breeding program with him at Bellborn that way. Not simply because he and those like him were kept in their own special area with there own special living quarters. Not only because he had been given special access to the special females that were reserved especially for him, and the others in the special pen.\n\nNo, he was special because someone had come by and picked him out specifically because of his small and very special size. He was small for a human, as were the others who had been specially bred to be so. At just over two feet tall, he and the others like him were very small indeed, and they had been bred for a very special purpose.\n\n\tOn that special day, he and the others had been assembled as always and a very nice fox had stepped up to inspect them. After looking at all of them, he had pointed at HM119 and said he was perfect for a special order that was coming up. Than none of the others would do, because they weren't as special as he was. It had made him feel very proud of himself, so were the caretakers as they had told him so several times over then next couple of days. \n\nThey had mentioned, although he didn't understand what it meant, that Bellborn had spent many years and a great deal of money to selectively breed a human with such a small, and special, stature. That they were now starting so finally see some success within the market. They were so pleased, that for the next month, he had been given a special place to stay inside the main building to ensure he was healthy and well fed before his journey. HM199 loved being such a special human very much.\n\n``Now that you're going to be in here for a while and then leaving soon after, we'll have to give you a proper name,'' an attendant said to him his first day away from fields.\n\nHe lay on a cold metal table that was far too large for him as several medical technicians examined him for issues and check his general health. His simple brown shirt and worn shorts had been removed and he tried not to shiver as the cold seeped into his naked skin from the table beneath him.\n\nHis brow knitted as he looked up into the masked face above him, ``Why would I need a different name, what's wrong with the one I have now?'' His confusion evident as he watched them take several blood samples. \n\nOne of the techs chuckled quietly at his comment and the attendant gave him a friendly smile, ``You can't expect them to call you HM199 do you? You're going to fulfill your purpose, you should have a proper name they can call you,'' he said in a casual but kind tone to the unusually small Human that lay on the examination table. \n\nHM199 looked back up at the Lythian in wide eyed wonder at the idea, ``So, when we go to fulfil our purpose, we get a real name?'' He said slowly as he worked the concept through his mind, then looked up at the attendant after a moment with an expectant look.\n\nA couple members of the examination team exchanged a brief look as one of the said, ``The question is... what to call you,'' the Lythian said thoughtfully as he looked the little Human over.\n\n``How about Brian?'' One of the Female techs said with a shrug as she prepared an injection of something. She figured that since she would be implicated by being in the room anyway then she might as well take an active part in it. The other attendant looked over at her and nodded in thoughtful agreement as she continued, ``He looks kind of like a Brian.''\n\n``Would you like to be called Brian, 199?'' The soon to be infamous attendant asked.\n\n``Is... is it a good name?'' HM199 asked tentatively and whispered it to himself several times as though tasting it. ``Yes, I would like that very much and I hope that the one I am going to likes it as well.''\n\n``I'm sure they will...'' the attendant said, and all the techs nodded in agreement as they began to consider the implications of what they might have just started.\n\nA longing to fulfil their ``purpose'' was one thing, it made them far more willing when the inevitable happened. But previous experiences with the ever-present Human proclivity for creating significance and ceremony out of the mundane had gotten out of hand. The simple act of given them a name had the potential to evolve into some kind of religion if not handled properly.\n\nStill, it would an interesting social experiment to see how it effected the population. If managed just right, it might even add something to their stock that would further set Belborn apart from it competitors. Giving it not just the highest quality product, but the most eager and willing to please as well.\n\nDuring his last month at Bellborn, he felt very special indeed as he was placed in a special cell within the outbound delivery wing. They seemed to take great pride in telling him about the blood samples they took. As to how they were to ensure that he was healthy or that he didn't have anything that would make someone sick; how nice of them. His friendly caretakers spent some time taking other samples as well. Ones that that they said would ensure his lineage would continue on, he enjoyed the time spent giving those particular samples very much.\n\nHe had several important visitors who had ensured he was aware of what was expected of him upon delivery in the city. The last of which was a Feline, well-dressed in formal business attire that had glowered down at him with a stern, appraising look.\n\n``Is this the right one?'' She asked with a look of confused annoyance, as she examined the information tag on the cell door. ``The paperwork our agent sent says HM-119, this says Brian,'' she turned an inquisitorial look towards the other male Lythian with her.\n\n``It is...'' the portly Badger began, his mind working to spin the mild surprise in an economically positive way. ``We thought...'' he continued after only a moments pause, ``That is... the processing technicians thought, an actual name would... um... put the client at ease. It might be better for your clients if their, entertainment, had a friendly name rather than just a simple serial number,'' he said nervously as the Feline listened with her ever-present stern face.\n\nShe looked at him for a moment as she considered his words, then looked down at Brian and nodded approvingly, ``I believe that will work out. Not a bad idea actually, I've inspected a couple small specialty farms that do it,'' she said as she calculated client satisfaction rates and profit impact silently in her head. She was quite pleased with the results.\n\nThe Badger leaned towards her to add in a low, conspiratorial hush, ``And if they think getting a name is a great honor, then they'll work twice as hard to become market ready.'' She nodded in agreement at the concept as a small smile edged at the corner of his mouth. He could see that she was already becoming quite interested at the idea of faster stock maturity.\n\nShe directed her gaze at the human to address him directly, ``Very well then, Brian, I am here to ensure that you are ready for our clientele,'' She said formally. She paused for a moment and turned an inquisitive look on the older badger, ``He does understand Lythian common language, yes? The form only says, `able to speak and understand speech,' you would be surprised at how often we have to refuse a delivery because it only knows the farms local language. Or whatever it is humans use to communicate with,'' she said with a wry, tight-lipped smile.\n\n``Of course, he can,'' The badger said in a huff. Taken aback by both the insinuation that they didn't teach them basic speech and the thought of a negative mark on Belborns record due to a delivery refusal. The latter was a far more upsetting prospect in the mind of the old outbound manager.\n\n``I have done my best to be a fit for my task as possible, ma'am,'' he said in a low, meek voice. Something told him that it was a good time for him to interject something, despite his instruction to the contrary.\n\nThe Feline gave him another searching look, ``At least you've been sufficiently instructed in the common tongue... as well as some basic manners.'' She turned to the other Lythian, ``Off to a good start it seems.'' She pulled out a data-pad from a briefcase with a large ornate P surrounded by oak leaf printed on the front and began to tap on it industriously.\n\nHe was rather vexed at not only the comment but her borderline displeased attitude. He managed to push it aside however and said in a pleasant tone, ``Here at Bellborn, we strive for only the highest-quality Human stock. Each is instructed from an early age on the common language and expected behavior, they can be instructed in any language if needed.'' He scowled at her for a second before continuing, ``Your sales representative was briefed about all of this. As well as given a sample of our best stock,'' he said, somewhat incensed at having to defend a place he'd given eighteen years of love, sweat, and devotion.\n\nShe turned a small, sudden smile on him which threw him off a bit after her previously cold attitude.\n\n``I apologize for any disrespect towards you or the plantation,'' she said in an appeasing tone. ``Perhaps the purpose of my visit today wasn't made entirely clear, I'm the finale quality control inspector. I work for a private, specialized, firm that's contracted to ensure quality of all special or unique products. It's my duty to ensure that our clientele is given only the finest, and above all safest, selection.'' She motioned towards Brian with her free hand, ``He is a special order, not to mention the result of a specialized breading program. Our client's reputation, let alone yours, is the least thing that would suffer if they were to serve a... defective... Human to a patron.''\n\nHe started to interject at the insinuation that Bellborn would dare to sell a, defect, as she put it. However, she stopped him with a raised hand and retrieved a copy of the paperwork from the briefcase.\n\nShe handed it to him and as he read over it, she continued, ``I agree that this is a little out of the ordinary. But as you can see it is necessary for all parties involved.'' She flipped through several reports on the pad for a minute, glancing over the particulars of the order and the results of the blood samples and other tests.\n\nWhen he had finished reading the inspection order, he cleared his throat and said, ``Of course... I wouldn't expect any less. Now, if you need me, I have to attend to... another matter that requires my immediate attention, I'll be back in a few minutes.'' He sidled off quickly to speak with another manager over this latest development.\n\nShe watched him go with an amused expression, she enjoyed keeping these places on there toes. ``Good, a little privacy would be nice for a while,'' she said in a quiet voice.\n\nThere was a short stool nearly, she grabbed it and placed it in front of the cell. After an ardent, but vein, attempt to clean the seat off, she sighed and placed a cloth over it and sat down. She eased onto the seat in a professional, lady-like manner and gave him a wide, feline, and above all toothy smile. Brian returned it with a small, sheepish one of his own and waited expectantly. \n\nAfter a moment, she finally asked quite plainly, ``What is your function?''\n\n``My function?'' He said, his brow furrowed in slight confused.\n\nHer pleasant expression became eased into a more searching one, ``Your function, your reason for being, your purpose. Why are you here, what is expected of you?''\n\nHis Purpose? He gave the only answer he knew, what had been drilled into him since a very young age. ``I am to serve my master to the best of my abilities, if they wish for pleasure then they shall receive it, if they seek nourishment then my body is theirs.'' He found himself looking back into her eyes with a bit of real self confidence for the first time. She was to help him finally fulfil his purpose, so he must prove himself worthy of it.\n\nShe made an appreciative purr and added something to the form on her pad, then continued, ``Very good. Assume that I wished you to pleasure me, explain how you would accomplish it,'' she asked in a flat matter-of-fact tone.\n\nBrian looked at her with an intensely appraising gaze for some time. His eyes raking over her body as he took in all of her features. At first, she found it a little uncomfortable but found the questing glare of the little male to be somewhat enticing. She shifted on the stool to allow him to get the best look at as much of her as possible. At one point, she realized she was moving in such a way to exaggerate her better features and found the way his vision lingered on them very enticing.\n\nWhen finished, he explained, in excruciating detail, exactly how he would go about satisfying the towering Feline Lythian female that sat before him. As he continued, the slightest hint of a blush tinted the skin within her ears and could even be seen under the fur on her face. She did a slow nod of approval when he was done made several lengthy notes on the pad. All while doing the best she could to control her breathing and fight off the urge to open the cage and conduct a more in-depth and personal inspection. \n\nAs the pink cloud cleared from her head, she asked him the same question, but this time for a male Lythian. Again, and in the same calm matter-of-fact tone, he explained how such a task would be accomplished. Some of it made her wonder about Bellborn's instructional methods and whether or not she should make an inquiry. Not that she thought there was an issue with them, just that they were quite thorough and might even find it rather... engaging.\n\nShe gave another nod of approval and made a similar note on the pad. The inspection continued for another half-hour or so. The rest consisting of what seemed to comprise of simple conversation and idle questions. However, they were designed to elicit subtle emotional or physical responses that she looked for. Each one an indicator that the subject may not meet the required level of servility or even harbor some latent animosity.\n\nBrian was well within tolerable levels of each. Better yet, she couldn't detect much more than a negligible amount of anything negative. He was truly a very special little human indeed, almost the perfect specimen.\n\nAs they finished, she gathered everything back together and replaced it into the briefcase.\n\n``I hope that I am worthy to fulfil my purpose. I look forward to pleasing whoever I am meant for,'' Brian said as she finished putting everything away.\n\nShe stood and made a futile attempt to wipe the debris left on her pants from the dirty stool. She looked down at him with another broad smile and a very pleased look on her face, ``I have no doubt that you will, Brian. I'm told that you may be the only Human our client's patron can use.'' She turned and walked away to inform Bellborn that Brian had not only passed his quality check, but they could expect more business from her client, and herself, in the very near future. \n\nA week later, a special currier arrived to transport Brian from the facility to the city. He was ushered into the rear of the large, grey, windowless van marked with the same large ornate P on the sides. The ride to the city was quite pleasant as the rear compartment was lined with a fine, lush carpet and filled with soft pillows for him to relax on. \n\nAfter arriving in the city, the van backed up to a loading dock at the rear of a plain red-bricked building. A well-dressed Raccoon Lythian female was waiting to greet him as he stepped out of the back of the van and onto the cold surface of the dock. She led him inside and took him into a small room with human sized furnishings, including a toilet, shower, and bed.\n\n``Here is where you will stay until you are needed, nor do you require this,'' she said in a soft, flowing feminine voice as she indicated the room and removed his restraining collar. ``If you require food or drink please let us know,'' She continued in a very formal, but not unkind, tone as she pointed toward a small com-panel on the wall. ``You will be required to eat and drink something specially prepared before you are served, however. So, please keep that in mind if you require sustenance before then.\n\n``I will... um... thank you,'' he said still remembering to be cordial to his masters even as his heart started to pound with growing excitement. He looked around the room, unsure of what to do while he waited for the culmination of his existence to take place. The raccoon smiled warmly at him again and turned to leave the room but before she could go very far, Brian asked, ``Forgive me for asking. But... um... when is, when will I... err... be needed?'' \n\nHer ears perked up and swiveled towards him as she picked up the excited longing in his voice, then turned back to him with a soft smile. She wondered if the pitiable little creature even understood the concept of time, or even what his being ``needed'' was going to entail. But he had asked politely enough, and it was her job to keep the special ones like him content and calm.\n\nShe gave him a soft smile and said, ``Tomorrow night, between six and eight, please just rest for now as you will need to begin preparations in the morning.'' She waited for a moment to ensure that he had no further questions, then left the room. The door sliding into place with a soft hiss and a quiet click as its magnetic locks engaged behind her.\n\nHe paced the room in quiet thought for several minutes as he tried to quell the growing excitement within him. The cold air feeling odd against the now bare skin where his, until then, ever-present restraining collar had been. He would soon meet the one he was intended for, the one to fulfil his purpose.\n\nPerhaps another thirty minutes or so later, he had managed to stifle his excitement and decided to investigate his new surroundings. It was a fair-sized room, perhaps as much as eight feet wide and twelve feet long if he was any judge; measuring the size of their pens had been one of the few activities he had enjoyed. It had a small bed, just large enough for a single occupant, a simple toilet, a small table with a chair, and not much else. The wall was a plain, greyish color that was broken up only by the door, the com panel, an oddly large mirror on one of the long sides and a vid-screen on the other.\n\nIt was only his third or forth time seeing one, let alone being this close to one, and he couldn't help but reach up to tap on the screen's hard Polly-Glass surface. Its surface lit up in response to his touch and a colorful display came up to show a long list of items. His one regret at that moment was that he didn't know how to read, literacy had been a low priority for his group. The handlers would sometimes banter about it being too dark to read where he was going or didn't need a handbook for what he was going to be doing. He had never quite understood joke, until now that is.\n\nHe turned away from the screen, which dimmed and turned off after a moment of non interaction, to take care of a growing concern. While the furniture may have been Human sized, however, it was still a bit too large for him. Still, he was able to use the toilet and wash himself satisfactorily in the shower. Mostly due to the fact that each were automatic, the toilet flushed and did a cleaning cycle when he had finished, and the shower turned on as he walked into it. As far as living conditions, this was far better than his small alcove next the pen.\n\nHis stomach made a small complaint at that time, so he looked around for the feeding chute to get something to eat. Seeing nothing but bare walls and an empty floor, he despaired for a moment before remembering what the nice Raccoon lady had said. He was unsure of what to do as she hadn't completely instructed him on how to go about it. After a bit of arduous thought on the matter as he stood meekly by the door, he decided to just call out.\n\n``Hello?'' He said as politely as he could manage, after a couple seconds the same soft voice of the Female Raccoon came from above him.\n\n``Yes? Is everything alright?'' Her voice was calm and friendly but carried genuine concern, he was expensive after all. \n\n ``Um... may I have something to eat before... I... go to sleep?'' Brian asked in a tentative mumble as he found it difficult to maintain the confident, trusting manner instilled in him.\n\nSomething about being truly alone for the first time within this strange place, away from everything he knew. It filled him with a tinge of loneliness and a fair amount of fear. He wondered if that's what had caused him to start shivering a little as he stood by the large metal door to his unfamiliar room. \n\nBehind the large two-way mirror in the room, and so unseen by the small human. The trained eyes of the Lythian that watched him saw his feelings as well. A small part of her wondered what it must be like for him, in a strange place, knowing that his life might be about to end just to provide momentary pleasure for another. She almost felt sorry the tiny Human that stood before her, alone and quietly shaking in an unfamiliar room, almost.\n\nShe shook away any personal feelings she may have on the matter. Then keyed the mic and spoke in her usual soft, calming voice, ``Of course, a meal will be brought in for you shortly.''\n\n Brian looked up as the female voice wafted down from the ceiling with the promise of food. Somehow, it made him feel a little better. The fact that there were caretakers here that were looking after him eased his apprehensions. Plus, some food and sleep would help to cull the anxiety that still grew deep within him about tomorrow.\n\nAfter a surprisingly short amount of time the Raccoon's soft, comforting voice issued from above him again, ``Please step away from the door. Please do not make any movement until it is closed again, failure to comply will result in negative action.''\n\nHe backed away from the large metal rectangle in several hurried steps to stand by the bed, weary of what they had meant by ``negative action.'' The door slid smoothly open to reveal a brown, female Mouse, dressing in a simple dark plain-grey work uniform with another ornate P stitched onto it with gold thread. She gave him an amiable, if not openly curious look, as she entered the room holding a small human-sized tray.\n\nDespite the rodent's small relative size, she was still several heads taller than Brian. So he felt as though he needed to crane his neck a little to see her face beyond the tray as she entered the room and walked to the table. The smell of the food it carried hit his senses as she set the tray onto the table and he had to check himself before almost letting his legs carry him to it.\n\nShe paused for several long noticeable heartbeats after setting the tray down to look at him with an expression filled with a strange, yearning hunger. He was just as small as she had heard, plenty small enough even her get down without too much trouble. While not too small that they couldn't still have a bit of fun together before hand. She shook the thought from her head and left the room before the observer said something.\n\nThe door closed with the same soft hiss and Brian took several tentative steps towards the table, when retribution failed to materialize, he dashed the remaining distance. The table was still a trace too big high for him to use the chair, so he hopped up to stand on it and see what they had brought him. His mouth dropped open at what he saw, and he had to close it again right away or risk drooling over the surface of the table.\n\nA cut of meat covered in a rich, dark sauce, some vegetables that had been evenly cut and even arranged with some care. A portion of a mashed substance covered in a yellow liquid of some kind, a glass of water, and another filled with a deep red liquid. He had no idea what any of it was as he had never seen anything like it before. \n\nIt gave him pause at first, this wasn't the pressed nutrient-paste bars he had been expecting and he had no idea how to eat it. He looked around in desperation to see a couple oddly-shaped objects next to the plate. Not knowing what else to do he picked one of them up and started to use it to shovel the food into his mouth. As he worked his way through the food, however, he thought he kept hearing laughter coming from the mirror. He figured it must be normal and decided to ignore it, what a strange place.\n\nIn the dark room just on the other side of the multi-phasic glass, the Lythian Raccoon was having a hard time breathing. She wondered if she had ever laughed so hard before in her life. It was all she could do to keep from making too much noise and disturbing the human in the room beyond. She had watched a lot of humans over the years and they tended to do some interesting things when they didn't know any better. But trying to cut a steak with the handle of a spoon was the funniest thing she had seen one of them do in a long time.\n\nThe next morning, Brian was awoken by the lights rolling softly into their full brightness and a gentle voice calling him from the ceiling, ``Good morning Brian, I hope you slept well.'' It was a different voice this morning but still just as calm and friendly as the one the night before. As he rolled out of bed, the voice continued, ``When you are ready, we have food prepared for you. Please eat as much as you can, as you will not be able to eat until your preparation this afternoon.''\n\nHe stood in roughly the same place as before and called out to the voice in the ceiling. A tray was brought in and he ate as much as he could, and it was retrieved. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was surprisingly boring and anticlimactic. He had expected to be let out and taken to pen or other communal area like always. However, when the door closed behind the Lythian that took his breakfast tray, he was greeted with only silence and solitude.\n\nIt never occurred to ask if he could walk around the halls outside his room, they probably would have let him with a guardian. By the time his cabin fever got to the point where he had to say something, another voice chimed in above him.\n\n``Good afternoon, Brian. Please shower and be ready for your preparation in thirty minutes,'' after a short pause, it added, ``If you don't know how long that is, that's alright. Just bathe and be ready to leave as quickly as you can.''\n\n His heart stuttered as he realized that the time had at last finally come. He took off what little clothing he wore and thoroughly cleaned himself in a short a time as possible. All the while trying to control the excited shaking that began to ripple through him. When finished, he was about to redress when the room was again filled with the calm voice from above.\n\n``No need to clothe yourself, they will no longer be needed,'' it said patiently. ``Just stand still, away from the door, and someone will be along shortly to get you.''\n\nBrian felt he should say something, so he uttered a meek but clear, ``Thank you.''\n\nSome time later, he thought it might have been only a couple minutes, the door slid open with to reveal an Otter Lythian-male in a similar grey uniform as the Mouse from earlier. The one addition to his outfit was a white apron that went down to the mid thigh. He offered and welcoming smile and motioned for Brian to come outside.\n\nWhen he left the room, he saw that the Otter wasn't alone. Standing just to the side of the door, and out of view from the inside, was a large Lythian Wolf that watched him exit the room with a stern, untrusting glare. He stood in a low, tense posture as though ready to pounce on the miniature human at a moments notice. Brian's ignorance of the larger world made him wonder why such a measure would be required, but he nodded in polite greeting, nonetheless.\n\nThey walked down the hallway, around a corner, and through a set of double-doors into a large room filled with a variety of large, unfamiliar equipment and metal tables that lined the walls. In the middle of the room, were several steel tubs with a collection of different hoses coming out of the ceiling above it. The Otter gestured towards the nearest tub and asked him to stand by it, where he was lifted up and placed gently inside.\n\nThe Tubs metal surface came as a cold shock against his feet as they touched the bottom, and when he looked around, he saw its polished walls rising up far above his diminished stature. The Otter made a short noise of understanding as he looked down into the tub, then disappeared for a moment before returning with a small wooden platform for him to stand on. At which point, the Otter reached up to grab one of the hoses and began douse him in the warm, soapy liquid that sprayed from its nozzle.\n\nThe Otter hummed to himself as he worked as though this was a common, mundane task that he performed quite frequently. He swapped between hoses on occasion to rinse one fluid off and subsequently coat Brian with another. As the experience went on, Brian's curiosity got the best of him and he asked about the process he was going through, as he had never been through it before. \n\nThe Otter smiled and explained that Brian was being washed with a special chemical removed most of his body hair and disinfected his skin. As the spraying advanced to a thorough, yet gentle, scrubbing the Otter explained how it was meant to clean out his pours and remove all traces of any unwanted foreign substances. It would leave his skin smooth, and his body absolutely clean and disinfected. When finally removed, Brian looked down and admired his bright pink, hairless body. The process having removed all but the small mop of hair on his head.\n\nWhen his skin was dry and a thorough inspection of it had been rendered, he placed onto one of the metal tables along the wall. Where he was offered small glass of a thick, dark-green liquid to drink and given several somewhat painful injections on various parts of his body. Upon seeing his reaction, the Lythian tending him explained that the liquid was to sterilize the bacteria in his gut. While the injections added nutrients to his body, so that he could be of greater benefit should he be consumed.\n\nAfter he managed to swallow the foul-tasting drink, he was rubbed in every imaginable location with a special oil. It was said that it would enhance his natural flavor and help him slide down better, should it come to that.\n\nBrian wondered why the Lythian working on him kept alluding that he might not be devoured. Was that not his purpose, why would he desire anything else? Perhaps there were those who came her that feared for what may come, that wished not perform such a honorable task. He thought about it as he lay on the frigid surface of the table as the Otters deft and experienced hands rubbed the pungent smelling anointment into his skin.\n\nHe concluded that he rather pitied those who shied away from their one true purpose. To fear death and wish for a longer life was natural, but did not all Humans live thanks to the generosity of their Lythian masters? Was it not then the duty and greatest honor to server those masters, to perish within them as nourishment if such service required? He would welcome his fate with open arms and a thankful heart, gladly accepting whatever was required of him. Was pity the right word?\n\nWith his preparation completed, he was taken from the room by another. A feline Lythian-female in a flowing emerald green dress took him to a dark room and had him stand with a group of other humans. There were a dozen or so, and most of them regarded him with a passive interest that showed they cared only for what was to follow as well. There was one or two, however, that looked around with anxious fear and obvious dread at where they were and what their fate was about to be. Upon seeing them and how they had to be restrained with collars and leggings, he realized it wasn't pity he felt towards them, but something else entirely.\n\nHe hadn't seen any of these Humans before, not that he'd been given a tour of the building and given the chance to. But he wondered where they had all come from, however, nobody seemed like talking and just stood quietly as they all waited.\n\nThey didn't have to wait very long, however, as they group was ushered into a large, brightly lit, circular room. As his eyes adapted to the light where the wall was ringed with chairs filled with laughing Lythian-females of all shapes and sizes. There were several hoots and cat-calls that rang out as the group of Humans entered in a small group. He noted though, that they seemed especially excited about the few restrained humans that were drug into the room by a couple similar Lythians to the one that met him at his room. The sight of their struggles rose the bitter taste of bile to the back of his throat, and for a shameful moment, hoped that they suffered a long, painful death for such disrespect.\n\nWhen the group reached the center of the room, they stood with quiet obedience as the eyes of those seated began to scour over them. The air was already starting tinge with the subtle and enticing smell of musk as it accumulated from over a dozen hungry and very horny females. When the doors they had entered through closed, the expectant calls of the drunken females reached a fevered pitch. At which point, a tall, thin Vixen stood from her chair and called for silence.\n\n\n\n[center]Part Three: Purpose[/center]\n[center]____________________________________________[/center]\n\n``Alright... alright, shut-up everyone!'' The large female fox called out in a firm commanding voice, and the room gradually ebbed into reluctant silence. ``So,'' she continued when the last of the drunken shouts had died out, ``I hope that you've all enjoyed tonight's celebration of Tracy?s last day as a single female so far.'' There were several more excited hoots and a loud, ringing whistle at this point. ``But...'' she went on with shrewd look around the room, ``...The evening is not yet over my friends, and we have a special treat in store for her last few hours of pre-wedding debauchery.''\n\nShe turned to her right and pulled a much shorter Vixen to her feet and clapped encouragingly as she moved to stand next to the other. Tracy blushed at the attention, the inside of her ears turning bright red as she waved awkwardly to the others. Who all shouted with boisterously intoxicated approval and encouragement.\n\n``So then,'' the taller of the two pressed on, ``You'll notice that with us, in the center of the room, we have assembled a fine assortment of Human specimens. Which you will soon be able to pick one out and enjoy however you see fit, you'll be instructed on the details when that time comes.''\n\nBrian looked around then room, at their faces of each of them as they began to leer at the group again. Some of them started to engage in whispered conversations with each other as they pointed out the one, they seemed particularly keen on getting. He found it to be quite the interesting experience, the little Human hadn't thought this was what it was going to be like.\n\nSo, he watched with mountng enthusiasm as the large Vixen gestured at Tracy to step forward. She came to stand in front of the other Vixen, looking at the assembled Humans with a forlornly nervous curiosity. The larger one pointed at Brian and made a commanding gesture, he obediently left the group to stand in from of the two Vixens, whom at least one towered over him.\n\n``Now then,'' the larger Vixen continued, her right-hand indicating Brian, ``It is only fair that Tracy here gets the first pick. So, with that in mind,'' she stooped a little and said in an affectionate tone to her friend, ``This little fellow is yours, consider him a special present from all of us.''\n\nThe other Lythians in the room clapped and hooted again as Tracy looked down with some apprehension at the smallest human she had ever seen. Not that she had seen all that many, truth be told, but she new they were usually a bit larger than this one. The little human stood there and looked back up at her with a calm, pleasant smile, had she known any better she might have found it a little disquieting.\n\n``Oh... err... thank you, Anna,'' she said to her friend and then looked down to address him, ``Um... hello there.'' She said and flustered a little as there were one or two chuckles from the others in the room.\n\n``Good evening, I am HM1... I mean... Brian, my name is Brian and it is my pleasure to be your special treat for tonight.'' He said with a practiced bow and chided himself silently for almost making a mistake by giving her his old name. He mustn't do such a thing, especially where others can see or he might cause her undo distress, he must do his best to please her, do as he was taught.\n\n``Good, now you two head back to your seat and get acquainted while we get things started,'' the larger Vixen said, and all eyes instantly shifted to the center of the room.\n\nTracy sat back down in her seat, a little nervous about what was expected of her, as Brian followed to stand with passive, obedient silence by her knees. While a series of games were organized to see who got a chance to pick out one of the waiting Humans. She flicked a glance at him from time to time, noting that while quiet and passive, he seemed to almost quiver with some kind of inner excitement.\n\nHe watched with genuine interest as the other females in the party played what they called a `game' involving suggestively shaped items and some sort of cards. As the night went on, he wondered what the others might be feeling as they were each selected in turn by one of the eager females. He even speculated as to how the lowly ones who were restrained felt as they were chosen by several of the largest from the group. Their futile struggles against the strong grasp of the one who chose them served only to further their dishonor and shame at such open disrespect.\n\nEach member of the Bachelorette party soon won the chance to pick out one of the Humans that stood in the center of the room. As she did, she would either stand up and walk around the group in slow deliberation until she decided, or stride over and snatch up the one she had been eying. After which, the lucky selectee would be led back to her seat by the hand so they could get to know each other a little better.\n\nExcept for Berta and a couple others who were one of the larger races. They picked out one of the struggling and clearly uncooperative Humans in restraints with a gleeful and ravenous expression. Their victim of choice thus selected, they carried the poor soul back under one arm back to their seat, where they held him in their lap with his head pressed up hard against her abdomen. As though to let the little fellow know just what was in store for him, that bad boys get punished and that he should have been better behaved.\n\nBerta glanced over at the Vixen next to her and was herd saying, ``This little guy is gonna fun. I love it when their lively and put up a good fight, makes me feel so alive, ya know what I mean?'' The vixen smiled and nodded as said something under her breath in response before turning her attention back to her own selected friend. Berta looked down and smiled at the horrified Human in her lap. She began to rub his head against her, despite his feeble efforts to stop it, ``Yes... we're going to have a lot of fun together.'' While his struggles eventually subsided, the look of terror in his eyes at the prospect of his immediate future persisted.\n\n This went on for a half hour or so, the room growing seductively silent as each female picked a companion for the night. Many of them having engaged in low conversation with the human or each other about certain expectations they had for the evening. Just as the last human was led away to their seat by a very pleased looking Bear, the Panther that had led them into the room stepped forward.\n\n``Very good,'' she said in a warm but firm voice to get the rooms attention, ``I hope you're all pleased with your selection?'' There were general noises of approval in response that rippled around the room. ``Very good, now if you will all follow with me, we have your rooms ready,'' she said as her arm swung up in a graceful gesture to indicate the door the Humans had all entered through earlier.\n\nThe group of laughing and chatting Lythian-females stood and followed the Panther through the door with their chosen Humans in tow. Tracy found herself nudged to the front with Brian planted firmly at her side and was carried out with the throng of females as they half rushed to leave. All while she tried not to blush to hard at the looks and suggestive gestures the others kept giving her from time to time.\n\n The space beyond the doorway was now lit with a warm and welcoming light. Brian saw that it was actually a kind of wide, rectangular intersection of sorts with several doors of varying sizes and designs set into each of its broad walls. It was fortunate that he had little interest in the room's unique architecture as the tide of lustful fur pressed him ever forward. \n\nAt the far end, a pair of large, ornate, wooden double-doors stood open and the Panther sauntered through and beckoned them forward, ``This way please, your allotted rooms are just inside.\"\n\nThe group filed through and several of them let out small noises of appreciation as they stepped onto the thick and sinfully lavish red and green carpet that adorned the hallway just inside. The corridor beyond was moderately lit by some very good imitations of ancient gas lamps, that were evenly spaced along the walls. Several of them reach out on impulse to touch what they were certain was really actual wood paneling that adorned the walls. They exchanged impressed looks as their fingers rubbed against the rich paneling made of a thick dark-brown wood.\n\n Several potted plants hosted leaves and flowers that complemented the colors of both the carpet and the walls. A couple small gasps were heard as the last few members of the group entered and took in the expensive scene before them. But it was the ornate doors, set into and spaced evenly along each side of the hallway that soon held everyone's attention. The Panther stopped and examined a data-pad for a moment as she stood in the middle of the hall, just in front of the anxious group.\n\nThey quickly came to a stuttering silence as she cleared her throat, ``You've each been assigned a room according to the information provided earlier about your desired activates.'' She walked over to stand by the first door on their right, as she double checked the information.\n\nIt was identical to every other door including the large, ornate, bronze plaque bolted onto the front. Except that on this plaque, instead of a number in an elegant font, it had the letters V.I.P etched deeply into the bronze in a square bold script. Brian gazed up at it with a quizzical look as he pondered about what they could mean, and if it had any significance to him.\n\nAnna sidled over to stand next to the door and motioned for Tracy to join her. She hesitated for several heartbeats before stepping forward. Brian followed closely in her wake, being partially shoved along as he went by the massive hands of the towering, excited females around him.\n\n``Now then,'' Anna began as Tracy and Brian both came to stand next to her, in front of the door. ``What happens inside here, is no one's business but yours.''\n\n``I'm sure we'll hear all about it at work later,'' one of the other females chided with drunken amusement and Anna gave her an agitated look.\n\n``Even if you're asked by someone,'' she said in a stern voice, still looking at the other female, then turned back to Tracy and gave her an encouraging look. She added quietly so that only Tracy and Brian could hear, ``Look... just relax and you'll be fine. I was told that your little friend here knows what to do and is quite talented as well, he certainly cost enough to be... just have some fun with him, then let nature take over and enjoy the ride.''\n\nTracy looked up at her friend, then down at Brian, who gave her the usual, pleasant smile as his own form encouragement, ``Ok, I will,'' she said and gave her friend a hug. The added in a soft voice, ``Thank you Anne, I really appreciate all of this.''\n\n``You can thank me by getting in there and letting this little guy fuck your brains out. Then relaxing to enjoy a nice, satisfying meal right afterwards,'' Anne said in a loud, mirthful tone. Then whispered conspiratorially into her ear, ``And, of course, telling me all about it on the drive home.'' \n\n``Alright,'' Tracy muttered with a constrained look.\n\n Anne turned and walked back to the group while the Panther opened the door to usher Tracy and Brian through. They walked inside to the sound of intoxicated hoots and cheers from many of her friends in the hallway. The door closed with a gentle click behind them and both Tracy and Brian looked around the room with unsure curiosity. \n\nThe first thing they noticed was that the floor, rather than the expected continuation of the lush carpet, it was made ornate tiles. Tracy had a vague remembrance of it being called Greco-Roman tile for some reason, although, she had no idea why... just that it was ancient and looked nice. The room contents, however, were lush and well furnished. It had a large and plush bed, a spacious bathtub, a fine wooden table with a stereo with a selection of music listed on a card next to it, and several comfortable looking high-backed armchairs. There was also an odd savory perfume which wafted about the room that played at her nostrils and tugged at primal urges of all kinds and she felt her eyes closing as she inhaled it deeply.\n\n``On the wall next to the door is a small, complementary bag for your clothing,'' a familiar voice said from behind them. \n\nTracy jumped slightly in alarm and turned around to see the female Panther standing just inside the door and stammered, ``Oh... I... Sorry, I didn't see you there.'' She took several deep breaths as she tried to calm down and regain her composure.\n\n``My apologies,'' the Panther said with a look of concern having realized that she had startled her, ``I was told it was your first time here. So, I'm obligated to inform you of our policies and the procedures that need to be followed,'' She continued in an assuring voice. Her eyes darted unconsciously to the corners of the room, where cameras were installed to ensure the satisfaction and safety of their clients. She was a little nervous herself just then as agitating a client, even accidentally like that, could be grounds for termination in some cases.\n\n``Oh, sorry... I didn't know, please continue,'' Tracy said with a week smile.\n\n``When you're finished with the desired activities for the evening,'' the Panther began, ``The cool-down area is at the other end of the hall. There are refreshments, relaxation services, and even some digestive aids available if they're required. Please feel free to wear the robe when you leave the room, as it's for your comfort and that is our highest priority.''\n\n``Oh, yes... thank you,'' Tracy replied a little distracted as the words `digestive aids' and what they implied played through her head several times.\n\n``Our policies are actually quite simple. This Human,'' the Panther motioned towards Brian, ``Is now your personal property, as per the law, and you may do whatever you please with him. Even take him with you when you leave the property later tonight, if that is your desire, and arrangements can be made should that be the case.''\n\n``Sounds simple enough I guess,'' Tracy said with an awkward shrug.\n\n``However,'' the Panther continued with warning gesture after a short pause, ``The one thing we must stress is that you refrain form is getting any bodily fluids on the bed or chairs. Other than those created during intercourse, that is. Blood is very difficult to remove from the fabric and we would hate to have to charge you for replacements. If you wish to disembowel your playmate or draw blood in any way, might I suggest the bathtub provided or the floor.''\n\nTracy blanched at the thought, eating a human alive was one thing, but removing parts of them as you did so was another entirely, ``I'll keep that in mind.''\n\nShe looked down and gave Brian a thoughtful glance, he seemed calm and oddly keen about his entire situation. It had been suggested to her once that since she couldn't dispose of a human the usual way, then she should try one of the `Feral Clubs' the city had in the district. A friend even offered to go with her and try it out herself. But the thought of letting such violent impulses take over and how she would feel afterwards made her sick. And as she looked down into the smiling face of the human next to her, the idea felt sadistic and so revolting that she shuddered at the feeling of how the thought polluted her mind.\n\n``If you require anything or assistance with your playmate...,'' The panther continued in her calm, professional tone, ``...Please use the call buttons located around the room in easy to reach places for your convenience.''\n\nShe pointed out the small glowing red buttons placed in various places around the room. Then, with a small nod to Tracy and a quick, sidelong glance at Brian, she left the room and closed the door softly behind her. \n\nBrian looked up at the Vixen with expectant patience as he waited for her instructions. All the while working to calm the beating of his heart and remember every aspect of any possible expected duty. He looked on as he scanned around he room again in small nervous movements.\n\nTracy stood thinking of what she was supposed to do for a moment before saying in as casual and relaxed tone as she could muster, ``Well... I suppose we should... um... get started.'' She motioned towards the bed, feeling rather silly at the somewhat formal invitation for him to join her in bed. Then again, it wasn't as though she had an extensive experience with inviting males into her boudoir for intimate activities.\n\n``If you wish,'' he said in a calm respectful tone and went to stand patiently at the edge of the bed, as it was too high for him to climb onto it.\n\nShe walked over to the table with the stereo and began to remove her jewelry. She placed everything onto the table as it came off but paused for a moment when she slipped her engagement ring off her finger. She rubbed it thoughtfully for a moment, considering what implications might be involved with anything that transpired that night. After a moment, she shrugged it off as nothing as this was a normal experience for almost everyone and she was just being silly.\n\nWhen her jewelry had been safely placed onto the table, she removed her shoes and undid the tail snap on her skirt to let it fall to the floor then removed her cardigan, vest, and socks. She had a brief tinge of unease and felt a bit exposed at being stripped down to only her undergarments in a room with a complete stranger. But again, put it all out of her mind as she placed her clothing into the bag and set it on the chair, after all, it was only just a Human after all.\n\nTracy took a deep breath to calm her down, letting whatever it was they had piped into the room fill her lungs. As it did, a curious sensation surged through her body and start to edge her senses towards what was about to happen. She walked back to the bed, and after she helped Brian up, crawled up onto it herself and sat down facing him.\n\n``I... um... I've never actually done this before, so, I'm sorry if...'' she paused, wondering why she had the need to apologize to a human. Especially one she was about to eat... eventually.\n\n``No need, it's quite alright,'' the small, dreamy smile never leaving his face. \n\n He scooted a little closer to her expectantly to offer what seemed like some encouragement. It did relax her a bit and forced her think about his point of view for an instant, which caused a question to surface. \n\n``You?re... not scared or anything? Of, what's about to happen to you,'' she didn't know what had driven her to actually ask the question. However, as she did, she realized that she was genuinely curious about it for some morbid reason.\n\n``What is there to be afraid of? This is my purpose,'' he offered with his expression still just as placid as before. But his eyes glazed with a strange longing at the mention of it, and he leaned towards her slightly as though formally offering himself as her meal.\n\nThe look he gave her, combined with the strange perfume within the room, made her mouth water and her stomach gave a sudden, small groan of complaint. It grumbled about an urgent need, despite the fact she had been filling it with a constant flood of booze and bar snacks throughout the night. When they had first entered the building, she had felt quite full in-fact, but that had drastically changed somehow over the last hour.\n\nIt was an interesting sensation that began to work its way through her. From small, twisting pangs of hunger in her gut that flowed in both directions her head swim and fill her lower parts with heat. She wondered if this was what it was like for her friends, she saw the looks on their faces when they talked about it at work or when out socializing and she began to understand the reasons. \n\n``Your purpose?'' Her voice hissed out in a soft, sensual whisper as she inched a little closer to him. Where the oils rubbed into his skin tickled her nose and further excited the hunger that now burned in her belly.\n\n``Yes,'' he replied, his own voice now soft and dreamlike, ``I was bred for this, and this alone.'' He stared purposely at her small, feminine muzzle, ``It is the duty of every Human to serve their Lythian masters,'' his eyes drifted up to hers, ``In anyway we can.''\n\nHe shifted forward again quickly and stood to bring his face right up in front of hers. He paused there as her Alcohol scented breath blew hot against his face in quick excited gusts from her slightly parted lips. A reflex spurred him forward on impulse and his lips touched hers for a short time in a gentle kiss that she also reflexively returned.\n\nThe sudden urge to plunge her gaping mouth down over him and engulf him with it struck her. The feral compulsion to feed on the prey before her and fill the grumbling stomach within her. But her curiosity, and dignity, stopped her and she went only as far as placing her hands on each side of his torso just under his armpits to hold him. Something made her want to know more about this special little human before she lost the chance.\n\n``You?re about to die... in my stomach,'' she said slowly as she eyed him with a skeptical look, ``I'm going to slowly digest you... alive... and that doesn't scare you?''\n\nHer brow knitted at his near non-reaction to her words, he didn't seem to be affected by the revelation about of his immediate future at all. Other than a look of deep expectation as she spoke, he was completely calm, its kind-of unnerved her and thought about of getting up to call the attendant. This was fun and all but taking advantage of an obviously crazy little Human was a bit much.\n\n``We all die,'' he said and interrupted her train of thought as his right hand came up to caress her cheek with a tender and reassuring touch.\n\nShe tiled her head and gave him an incredulous look, ``Yeah, but still... you have to feel... something?''\n\nHe sensed her apprehension and had been trained to deal with it, ``Is it not better that I die here, serving a noble and purposeful function. That my body is put to good use by yours, rather than being tossed into a pit left on a field to rot.''\n\nBrian looked up into her dark, brown eyes for a moment to try and ease whatever fears or anxieties made her hesitate. To show her that he wanted this, it was his purpose, his only reason for living. Had they not told him that every day since he was old enough to understand and be taught how to fulfil it? Now was the time for him to embrace that purpose, even if it meant his death right here within the belly of this Vixen.\n\n``Not even a little anxious about it?'' She asked with a little less enthusiasm, as her curiosity could only fight against biology so much.\n\nBoth the air within the room and the savory scent of the oil on his body were driving her crazy. While the heat between her legs had become a raging furnace that, if unquenched, threatened to catch the bedding under her on fire at any second.\n\n``No, not at all,'' he admitted with a meager shrug, ``I'm completely yours, body and soul, do with me as you please.''\n\nThat had done it... despite the wish to ask a couple more questions, the small, nerdy girl in her wanting to learn all she could, the ravenous and lustful part took firm control. It demanded action be taken to sate the desire and hunger that now roared within her, a blazing inferno that could no longer be ignored. Tracy leaned forward, her eyelids heavy and sensual as she brought her muzzle down close to brush against his left ear.\n\n``Then let's have some fun before I send you on your way then, shall we?''\n\n``I - '' he started to respond but was forced onto his back with a sudden motion as she pushed him down with both hands.\n\nShe was on top of him before there was any time to recover as her sleek, lupine form loomed over him while crawled forward on hands and knees to leer down at him. Slick wetness spread across his chest and neck as she drug her wide tongue over him several times with slow, intimate deliberation. The desire to lap up as much of his oily coating as possible made her take as long as possible with each long lick of his flesh.\n\nHe wanted to reach up and do his part to help, but her hands pinned his arms to the bed with a firm grip. So, he was forced to lay still, waiting for what was to come next, as she licked and teased his flesh with her soft tongue and lips.\n\nShe found herself enjoying the taste of his bare skin more than the thought she would. It was most likely whatever they had rubbed over it as she could sense a plethora of flavors added in amongst the plain salty-sweetness that others had described. At the moment, however, she didn't care what it was as it tantalized and danced over her pallet with each pass of her tongue. While at every moment it added to the already powerful urge to bolt him down and revel in the feeling of power that came with it. \n\nWhen she was finally able to tear herself away and sat back up, he practically dripped with saliva and the look he gave her was more than enough encouragement to take it further. With great effort she was able to turn away from the hunger and set about satisfying the other burning fire within her first. As she did, the sudden feeling overwhelmed her that even the undergarments were too restrictive, so she leaned back on her knees as she fumbled to remove her bra.\n\n``I want you to make me squeal,'' her bra fell away to expose the modest breasts hidden beneath as he held it out with her right hand to drop it casually beside her. \n\nTracy looked down at him with a stern and very expectant gleam in her eyes as she scooted backwards and shifted a couple pillows so she could relax against the headboard. She waited to remove her panties, despite the urge to feel the cool air against her blazing, tingling vulva was close to overpowering at this point. Rather, she wanted to prolong the moment as long as possible. \n\nHe shifted towards her but hesitated for an instant.\n\n``Come here little one, don't be shy,'' her voice rasped out in a sensual tone that pulled him in to her.\n\nBrian had been cautious at first, not wanting to move too fast and let his own desire dictate the pace or drive his actions. But when she called him to her in that invitingly seductive voice, he relaxed and let the muscle memories that had been engrained into him to take over. He moved forward and let his hand rest on the soft fabric of her panties, his fingers already grasping for the band.\n\nShe slapped his hand away with a gentle, playful motion, ``Now, now, not yet. You have to earn your desert,'' she uttered with a soft enticing purr.\n\nShe had no idea where any of this was coming from, maybe from a vid she had seen or overhearing a lewd conversation at work. If she hadn't been enjoying it so much or felt so extremely aroused at the time, she might have been concerned about it.\n\nBrian inched forward and half fell onto her chest while his small mouth sought the erect nipples of her breasts. The fur on her arms brushed lightly against him and tickled his back as they closed around him in a loving, supportive embrace. His lips began to work their slow, teasing ministrations against the soft, bare flesh of the areola around her left breast. While his hands moved up to caress her body with equally soft, slow, and probing movements.\n\nThe attention she was receiving from his mouth and small hands was exquisite. She closed her eyes as her back arched in automatic response to the constant, delicious stimulation he provided. Not even Fenton had made her feel this good when they had been intimate. Although, the hunger and lust that surged through her at that moment was no doubt the reason, and it was something she couldn't quite describe afterwards. It made the small human's every touch send small shivers of pleasure through her that grew in intensity with each passing moment, and as it grew, she desired only one thing.\n\n``Oh god!'' She uttered in a low growl, ``Oh... fuck! Yes... fuck... yes, fuck me... Brian, fuck me! I want the feel of that little human cock inside me, right now!'' She commanded him with deep, yearning growl that would have startled her if her mind wasn't focusing all its attention on one single thing.\n\nShe released her embrace and pushed him away with enough force to almost knock him off the bed. With one swift movement, she removed her panties and threw away from the bed. She would have torn them off, but she had enough presence of mind to remember that it was a pair she liked. Her eyes found Brian as he recovered and moved back to her, she licked her lips and gestured down at her now freed and dripping honey-pot.\n\n``I think you've been a good enough boy and have earned this, now... make me scream...''\n\nBrian nodded and moved forward in dutiful compliance to mount her as she had directed. While already quite aroused himself, a well engrained pavlovian response made his dick rigid and eager upon hearing the command. He braced himself against her and eased his dick deep into the welcoming grasp of her slickened pussy.\n\n Her eyes widened with a pleasant surprise as she found that the most important part of him wasn't as small as the rest. It was far more that when she had been suspecting, despite have seen him naked since he first walked into the other room.\n\nHe kept his thrusts slow and even at first as he got a feel for the pace and intensity she wanted. The pace soon quickened, however, as her moans of delirious pleasure became short shrieks of bliss between stunted gasps of desire. He altered his pace several times as her growing orgasm crept closer, to keep her right on the edge for as long as it could be managed. It helped that many of the more sensitive nerves in his intimate regions had been deadened. But he could still sense his own bodies need for release building as worked ceaselessly to ensure hers.\n\nTracy gasped as her vision darkened as a sudden spasm pounced out and surged through her. It ebbed and she went rigid with the shuddering orgasm that followed inn its wake. A wave of ecstasy and bliss like never before thundered out from her loins and pulsed through her body and she grasped the small Human and held him close to her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him as best she could as he too shuddered from his own diminutive throws of passion against her.\n\nThey lay there for a long moment, clutching each other and panting, before either of them stirred.\n\n``That was...'' Tracy began, both breathless and searching for the right words, ``Just... amazing.'' She reached down to caress the little human?s head as he lay prostrate on her stomach, his now flaccid member still partially in her.\n\nHis voice reached her ears, breathless but pleased, ``I?m honored... to have been... of service.''\n\nShe smiled down at him, starting to find his devotion a little amusing and quite pleasing indeed. However, as one pressing need had now been sated, another rose to replace it within her. With it, the sudden urge to gorge herself and simply stuff his small frame into her mouth soon became hard to resist. It was what she had come here for after all, to experience the thrill and ecstasy of devouring a human. Her mouth watered at the memory of his taste and she had to swallow once or twice to keep from drooling at the thought of having his flesh on her tongue again.\n\n But as she continued to look down at him an caress his small head and neck, there was some confliction within her about it. An idea that she could keep him around for a while drifted through her mind. His talents would certainly be useful, and he did belong to her now, so why not bring him home for a few day's, at least until the wedding...\n\nShe let out a small sigh as she continued to rub Brian's head tenderly, no... that wouldn't work. Fenton would throw a fit if she brought a human sex toy home, despite how much fun it might be for them to have some fun together with it. She frowned and gave another look down at the small human, which further roused her hunger as she caught the scent of the oil that coated his smooth, hairless skin.\n\nIt was her growing appetite, in the end, mixed with the alluring scent from his body that had made the decision for her. She could always get another human like this one someday, after all, if there was one then there would be more. That orgasm had reminded her how hungry she was, as well as adding to it quite a bit. So, she might as well sate it while she had the opportunity, and a meal n front of her that was ready and willing to do so. She licked her lips and swallowed again to clear another mouthful of expectant saliva before rousing the little man who still clung to her.\n\n``Brian...'' Tracy said in a soft and tender voice, but still holding an edge of desirous command. ``I think it's time for you... for me to...'' she trailed off, never having to utter the words before and unsure how, or even if she could.\n\nBrian roused himself from his own drowsy afterglow as she spoke, and as she tried to frame the words, a smile began to stretch his lips. He raised himself off her and said with a kind of rapt reverence uttered, ``To... feed you?''\n\nHis heart danced within his chest as she nodded at him while the wistful, hungry look in her eyes caused a tinge of expectant excitement to fill his chest. Something that very few humans would experience with such intensity in a similar circumstance; even to those who might find the idea of becoming an actual meal appealing. The prospect that he was about to finally fulfil his ultimate purpose even had the effect of bringing his dick back to life. It twitched with joy and elation as it waited to pass between her dark, inviting lips and slip over her questing tongue.\n\nHe pushed himself back onto his knees and gazed into her eyes with enthralled expectation. Although, his gaze flitted to her mouth several times, where it rested for an exciting moment to see it open and receive him.\n\nTracy licked her lips one last time and drew him in close until his face was just in front of her long, red muzzle. She relented to instinct, not wanting to let her inexperience at what was to follow impede her. The anxiety that fluttered about her chest was brushed aside by the larger and far more powerful predators instinct at having her natural prey before her. Her throat pulsed as a dainty swallow cleared her mouth of saliva that had begun to accumulate at a pace too rapidly for her to deal with. As a result, and despite how much she hated the idea, she resigned herself to drool slightly.\n\nA short, stuttered breath escaped her mouth as it opened to allow her tongue to pour out to be dragged across his face. While a soft sound rumbled in her throat as she again sample the flavor his skin offered and her eyes drifted closed as she savored it. Then her tongue was on him again as she raked his head and upper body with a series of licks, with each one the urge to feed grew stronger and her mouth hinged open a little further.\n\nBrian sat under her gaping maw as it loomed above him while it dripped and panted expectantly. He wanted to say something, make one final expression of the endless devotion to his master. But no words came to him, only the excitement and longing to give his flesh to the mighty Vixen before him. This was his purpose, his reason for being, his whole life from its first breath to now had been meant for this moment.\n\nHe closed his eyes and smiled contently as the only words he cared for came from his lips, ``My flesh... is yours...''\n\nShe could barely understand his quiet words through the pounding in her head and the deep, heavy breaths that swelled her lungs with his wonderful scent. However, when his words finally did register, it was as though a switch flipped in her head. It had become too much; too much for her to fight or resist anymore as all latent inhibition and fear within her ceased. The grip on her prey hardened as she thrust her head down to engulf him within her mouth and begin to work his upper half towards her throat.\n\nBrian uttered a silent prayer as the wet sounds of her mouth surrounded him, in hopes that his dedication had earned a place for his soul. Despite the fear that welled up in him over what he was soon to be subjected to, a placid smile spread across his face as his head reached the back of her tongue. Which writhed under him as its soft, slimy surface worked to both taste every inch of his body and labor to deliver it into her hungry throat. An unseen void that seen loomed just in front of his nose that stretched away to a pit of slow, acidic death.\n\nWhen his hair at last tickled the flesh at the top of her gullet, she took a deep breath, tipped her head up, and shoved him back into her throat with a surge of her tongue. She gulped at his upper body several times as it began to slip down her slender throat. The specialized cells within her neck expanded to allow passage of his body, a passenger far larger than would fit otherwise. Still, this was a new experience for her, and a small flutter of panic danced through her at the mild discomfort from the stretching of her virgin esophagus.\n\nWith a couple more deep, heavy swallows, his hips slipped into her hungry maw. All the while she continued to sweep her nimble tongue across him between each gulp. Working to take in his flavor and enjoy the experience as much as possible; not knowing if she would ever be able to do it again. As his midsection slid over her probing tongue to follow his upper half into her greedy gullet, she was presented with her own interesting taste mixed in with his. \n\nTo her surprise and amusement, when it touched his still semi-rigid member, she felt it twitch and convulse as it surged back to life. His hips even bucked against the soft flesh of it for a moment as they slid deeper inside. Had she been able to muster more control over the process she might have held him there for a moment, to allow him one last tribute to her.\n\nThe experience was fleeting, however, as his wide pelvis was soon gulped down her throat and his legs followed in quick succession, almost completely unaided. Soon, her tongue curled lovingly over his feet as they entered her mouth. And with only a brief heartbeats hesitation, she closed her jaws and sent them down her throat with one last mighty, gulping swallow.\n\nTracy couldn't help but trace the bulge made by the last of him as it was conveyed down her neck and into her body. She sat still for a moment and panted for air as Brien settled within her belly and her ribcage settled back into a more comfortable shape. Her hand settled onto the large bulge his body made and rubbed it thoughtfully as it shifted and bulged for a short time. Soon though, its movement ceased with one last spasm as his life was finally snuffed out within her. She hoped it had been before he endured too much of the pain associated with being trapped within such as place as her stomach.\n\nHer mind filled with too many thoughts and ideas about what she had just experienced for her to process just then. So, she just sat quietly on the bed and enjoyed the joyously full feeling that washed over her, it really was as nice as they all said it was. The warm contentment at having a strange and, as yet unknown, ever-present hunger within her finally sated. She let her eyes close for a moment to bask in how her body was dealing with such a large meal but started when she realized that she had drifted off to sleep. Then, feeling a little embarrassed, she gathered her belongings and put on the robe by the door.\n\nShe walked out of the room; one hand lovingly placed over the large bulge caused by her full stomach. They had been right, of course, it had been and experience she would never forget and wanted to have again sometime. The bag of clothing swung from her other hand as she walked down the hallway to the recovery room, eager to talk what happened and learn more. One thing was for sure, Fenton was going to be spending a lot more than he expected on their anniversary, perhaps they could even come here together next time.\n\n",
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\tTracy had found the evening quite enjoyable so far, despite her earlier reservations about it. Their small group had bar hopped for several hours, during which she had not only managed to reach a pleasant state of intoxication, but also enjoyed the company of her closest friends. As well as being the recipient of some unaccustomed attention from one or two interested members of the opposite sex. Were it not for the reason she was partaking in the evenings festivities, and not been surrounded by a dozen other giggling females, she might have seen where such attention led.
As it was, almost everyone from the office had pitched in together to take her out and give her a good time tonight. They had surprised her with by scooping her into a waiting limo as they left work, which left her no time to change or anything. It had made her a little self-conscious about it, as she was still wearing the plain red skirt and modest brown twill vest with matching draped cardigan she had worn to work. Modest and perfectly acceptable attire for a long day at work, but not for a night of binge drinking downtown at some of the most popular spots.
However, after the second bar and a couple rounds of very expensive sounding drinks, the demure Vixen had drunk away any concerns she had about her less-than-seductive appearance. To be replaced by the ever-increasing excitement of an evening out, at another's expense, to celebrate her future nuptials. So, she allowed herself to be guided from one drinking establishment after another as the night had progressed.
She walked along the sidewalk amidst the other, larger Lythian females in her group, the heads of many of which towering over her. As the delightful tingle of alcohol continued to surge through her head in a pleasant and delightful manner that seemed to make Berta's jokes funny, despite her knowing otherwise. The groups course changed all of a sudden and she was herded into yet another structure by her gaggle of chatting and boisterous friends.
Although, between the constant tugging from her maid of honor and the loud drunken giggles and cackles from the rest, she missed the small, plain sign that advertised the name of the place she had just entered. Of course, being the smallest one of the group and having them clustered around her didn't help either. From what she could make out from over the heads of her friends, they hadn?t entered a bar or club, but a large, plain, red brick building with a large ornate letter P above the front door.
The group of well over a dozen loud, drunk, chatting females flowed into a foyer that was dominated by flat, grey colors and simple furniture. They stayed together in a clump and several of them began to look around expectantly.
An attendant walked out and greeted them with a warm, friendly smile, ``Good evening and welcome to Passion,'' the smiling Wolf said to the group. ``Do you have a reservation? I'm afraid we have limited space this evening and can't take very many walk-ins.''
Several of the other women giggled and looked mirthfully down at Tracy, who didn't know where they were or what was going on. She thought something might be expected of her just then, but couldn't think of what it might be, which only served to add to her disorientation. Tracy started to back away instinctively from their gaze, but a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the front of the group.
She looked at the owner of the hand to see Anna, her best friend and maid of honor, as the other Vixen pulled her out of the assembly of Lythian females. She was pushed forward to stand, confused and very embarrassed, in front of the larger female Lythian Wolf.
\t``We sure do,'' Anna said as she beamed a smile at Tracy while the other girls continued to giggle behind them.
She shot a nervous look up at Anna and then to the attendant, unsure what it was her friend had planned for her, but convinced it was as embarrassing as it usual was.
\t``But - '' she started to say but was cut off as Anna continued.
\t``We all do, actually,'' Anna said with a gesture back to the gang of intoxicated and a-little-bedraggled group of females behind her. Which was met with a renewed spasm of drunken giggles and hoots. ``But, my friend here,'' she said as she patted Tracy on the shoulder, ``Is the special order I had prepared when I made the arrangements last month.''
The Wolf nodded, ``I see,'' she said and produced a small egg-shaped device that fit snuggly into her palm. ``Your IDP then, please?'' She asked in a polite but professional tone and used the device to scan Anna's wrist when proffered. That done, she walked over to a small desk in an alcove to consult a computer screen for a moment before returning with the same welcoming smile she had when they had entered.
\t``Very good, I see that everything is all in proper order,'' she said and motioned towards one of several unlabeled side doors. ``If you will please step through the door there, we have a waiting area where you can make yourselves comfortable while we prepare your experience.'' She glanced toward the group of Lythian females behind them and smiled again before addressing the group as a whole. ``You will also find that it is well stocked to your pre-arranged specifications, with a wide selection of beverages to continue your celebrations.'' She walked over to the door and bowed them through.
Tracy looked around, a little wide eyed, as they entered a large room furnished with lush, well upholstered chairs and couches. The walls were lined with tables filled with bottles of expensive looking wines, champagnes, a variety of liquors, and import beers. There were also quite a few large, signed pictures of famous Lythian actors, politicians, or moguls of one form or another that hung along the walls. They had all been taken of them sitting or lounging on the various furniture within the room, the odd thing that drew Tracy's immediate attention was what was in the photos along with them.
\tShe was about to ask Anna where they were when she noticed one in particular that caught her eye and walked over to inspect it. The old photo was an image of Boo-Boo Galore, a Lythian Cougar actress from thirty or forty years ago, as she held a small and quite alarmed-looking, naked Human by a silver-chain leash. Upon closer inspection she saw that it was attached to a very elegant collar which was ringed in jewels that had sparkled under the flash from the camera.
She began to suspect what kind of place this was, not that she had any feelings about it, one way or the other. She made her way back to her friend inquire about it, and her suspicions were confirmed when one of the other girls made a sensual noise as she sat down on one of the couches with a glass of dark, red wine.
\t``Oh...this is going to be great, Anna,'' a female Wolf exclaimed in a dreamy voice as she relaxed back into the couch and took a sip of the dark liquid. ``You know... they say you can do anything you want to them, anything at all,'' she said with a leer and a dreamy look in her eyes.
``I know I'm looking forward to it,'' Anna replied with an equally intoxicated and expectant leer, ``But what I really can't wait to see, is the treat we got for little Tracy here.''
Tracy looked an Anna with some confusions as she sat down next to her, ``But...'' she began with a depressed sigh, ``You know I can't.''
Tracy, although an adult Lythian Fox, was unusually small for a Lythian at around only seven feet tall. Which meant that most Humans, being typically around four feet tall, where just a little bit too big to fit down her small, delicate throat. She had always wanted to eat one since she was a small pup and had heard her parents talking about them but due to a genetic abnormality, she had grown up too small to safely consume them. She once thought about getting a human child as they where plenty small enough for her, but she couldn't bring herself to eat the poor things. Partially because they were too cute but mostly because of the mournful way they would look at her when it came time for the deed.
``Just wait and see,'' Anna said in a knowingly playful tone, ``Relax and have a drink or two in the meantime, it may take them a bit to get the rooms ready.'' Anna gestured towards the collection of alcohol that the other women had already began to attack.
``You really didn't need to go through all this trouble for me,'' Tracy said with an appraising look at the tables and the bounty assembled on them. ``I'm sure this was all very... very expensive, I hope this didn't set everyone back too much,'' she said as the accountant in her started to work out a total expense on just the nearest table alone. This was only moderately hampered by the amount of booze in her system, which only made her want to drink more, if only for the challenge.
``What, this?'' Anna replied with a small gesture to indicate the room at large. ``This enticing adventure is all on me,'' she said with a shrug and a suggestive wink.
Tracy's jaw hit the floor, ``What's Terrence going to say about how much you spent tonight?''
``Hah!'' Anna replied in a snorted, short guffaw, ``He helped set this up! His company does one of those corporate excursions here once a month, so they offered us a massive discount.'' She took a long drink from her own glass then leaned in to add in a conspiratorial, drunken stage-whisper, ``In fact, several of these rooms were actually comped. They needed to clear out some of their old stock or something like that,'' she said and sat back to give Tracy an amused look.
``Old stock,'' Tracy said with an appalled look, then replied in an equally intoxicated whisper, ``Is there something wrong with them, could we get sick?''
Anna let out a bark of laughter, ``Fuck no, they just can't keep them here very long is all. You would have to ask Terrence about what the specific law is, but those who aren't picked or disposed of need to go, besides, a human's a human... right?''
``I guess, that's not something I've had any experience with.''
``Oh, cheer up,'' Anna said as she gave her friend's shoulder a playful shove, ``Like I said, this is supposed to be a fun night for you. The only really expensive part of all this was your special wedding present.''
Tracy blushed, her ears folding back in embarrassment at the idea of her friend going to so much trouble for her. She got up and walked over to one of the tables to pour a glass of something strong. It burned her throat on the way down and warmed her belly when it got there, she had a feeling she would need the courage it provided to get through the evening.
``So,'' Berta, a very large Grey Mare and friend of Tracy?s, had begun to inquire of Anna as Tracy returned to the couch with her drink. Berta sat down heavily onto an adjacent couch that was made for her size and continued, ``What are you planning to do with your little playmate tonight?'' She gazed at Anna with a questing and lustful look as she took a swig of enough champagne to drown ten people with ease.
``Oh, I have a few ideas, but it all depends on how the mood is going when he gets here and we head off to our room,'' Anna said with a casual shrug.
``Room?'' Tracy asked nervously and looked between the two, ``We don't just do it in here?''
Both Anna and Berta gave a friendly chuckle at her ignorance but kept it short as they didn't want to hurt their friends feelings.
\t``Of course not my dear,'' Berta said in a kind, sweet tone, made almost comical through intoxication, ``You don't want everyone watching, do you?'' She took a large, somewhat seductive, gulp of her drink and looked over at Tracy with a lusty smile across her broad, white equine lips that shimmered from left over Champaign.
\t``You're going to want some privacy, Tracy, trust me,'' Anna said with a lusty smile of her own. She closed her eyes at her own thoughts as a pleasant noise escaped her lips. Her hand drifted up to rub her chin and throat before, with a slow and practiced motion, traced down to her belly and rubbed it as well in similarly slow, sensual circles.
\tBerta sighed and closed her own eyes for a moment, ``I know that feeling.'' She opened her eyes and huffed, ``At least you get to really feel yours. Hopefully they'll have a couple of big studs or a fat eunuch that I can really enjoy on the way down... and after... not to mention before.'' She sighed again and shrugged at the other two females on the adjacent couch, ``Not to mention, its hard for me to have a good fuck with an audience,'' she chuckled, ``Which brings to mind a really funny story from college.''
Tracy almost choked on the drink she was taking, ``What!?'' She gasped out between coughs. ``You have sex with them as well?''
Berta looked over at her with a pitying look, ``I didn't realize our friend here was so innocent,'' she said to Anna solemnly as she shook her head slowly.
\tAnna patted her friend's leg, ``Oh yes, that can often be the best part,'' she said and went back to continue rubbing her belly. She looked around and wished she had the privacy to remove some restrictive clothing just then. Since she didn't, she sighed and added, ``Sometimes, if they do a good job, I like to spare them and send them back with my complements. Word gets around you know, back in the kennels, and the prospect of surviving the night gives them a lot off drive and ingenuity sometimes,'' she waggled her eyes for second then frowned. ``But not as often as I would like, unfortunately, it makes me wonder if they really can speak or if they are just dumb animals.''
\t``Dumb or not, their still fun to have around,'' Berta said.
\t``But... your married... how can... what would Terrence think?'' Tracy said with a scandalized expression, not sure what to think about her friends sexual preferences just then.
\t``He does the same thing when he comes here,'' she replied with a dismissive shrug, ``And we never ask each other what we do with them, and in any case, there just Humans.'' She reached out to accept a glass of wine from one of the other females with a grateful smile.
\t``You've really never even looked into this have you?'' Berta asked as she gave a sidelong glance at Tracy, truly intrigued by the girl's adorable level of ignorance about the world.
\t``Why would I? I'm too small to eat one and I've only ever heard of that other stuff through gossip or the VidNet, which I never really took very seriously,'' Tracy said as she drained the glass.
Her legs propelled her up to go get another, and stronger, drink to calm her nerves. She had just gotten a thought about what her fiance might have gotten up to in a place like this, well maybe not a place this nice, but there were plenty of others to choose from. Or perhaps one of those frequent hunting trips he had taken with his buddies to ``snatch a few pinkies'' as he called it, she always assumed they just ate them.
That or turn them in for the bounty that some places offered, should never thought that they... that he... might have actually... had sex with them. She had only ever seen or heard of male humans before now, does that mean he would...
\t``I wouldn't worry about Fenton's faithfulness if that's what your thinking about,'' Anna said knowing what Tracy was thinking, ``Or his sexual proclivities. Because, I think after today you'll understand why yourself. Its about time you experience the best part about being a Lythian, let loose and lose a few inhibitions.''
\tShe gulped down a hefty swallow of whatever the green bottle had contained as she returned and sat back down on the couch, ``If you say so. I just hope I can go through with it, what if I can't get him down,'' she said in a small, pathetic voice as she started to calm down and resign herself to letting the evening take its course.
\t``You'll be fine, just remember you're the predator here and that little shit is the prey, let your instincts do most of the work when the time comes.'' Berta said then gave Tracy a big wink and added, ``But make sure he does plenty of work before then.'' She and Anna laughed at her apparently hilarious comment; heavy drinking was apparently the only thing that made Berta's `jokes' funny.
Anna was going to give some pointers and suggestions, but a door suddenly opened, and a female Panther walked in and gave a kirt, professional bow to the room.
\t``Ladies, we are ready for you, if you will please follow me,'' she said and they all stood up, some quite unsteadily at this point, to follow her out of the room.
Part Two: ``Brian''
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HM119 was special. Not just because the caretakers had always referred to him and the other Humans in the breeding program with him at Bellborn that way. Not simply because he and those like him were kept in their own special area with there own special living quarters. Not only because he had been given special access to the special females that were reserved especially for him, and the others in the special pen.
No, he was special because someone had come by and picked him out specifically because of his small and very special size. He was small for a human, as were the others who had been specially bred to be so. At just over two feet tall, he and the others like him were very small indeed, and they had been bred for a very special purpose.
\tOn that special day, he and the others had been assembled as always and a very nice fox had stepped up to inspect them. After looking at all of them, he had pointed at HM119 and said he was perfect for a special order that was coming up. Than none of the others would do, because they weren't as special as he was. It had made him feel very proud of himself, so were the caretakers as they had told him so several times over then next couple of days.
They had mentioned, although he didn't understand what it meant, that Bellborn had spent many years and a great deal of money to selectively breed a human with such a small, and special, stature. That they were now starting so finally see some success within the market. They were so pleased, that for the next month, he had been given a special place to stay inside the main building to ensure he was healthy and well fed before his journey. HM199 loved being such a special human very much.
``Now that you're going to be in here for a while and then leaving soon after, we'll have to give you a proper name,'' an attendant said to him his first day away from fields.
He lay on a cold metal table that was far too large for him as several medical technicians examined him for issues and check his general health. His simple brown shirt and worn shorts had been removed and he tried not to shiver as the cold seeped into his naked skin from the table beneath him.
His brow knitted as he looked up into the masked face above him, ``Why would I need a different name, what's wrong with the one I have now?'' His confusion evident as he watched them take several blood samples.
One of the techs chuckled quietly at his comment and the attendant gave him a friendly smile, ``You can't expect them to call you HM199 do you? You're going to fulfill your purpose, you should have a proper name they can call you,'' he said in a casual but kind tone to the unusually small Human that lay on the examination table.
HM199 looked back up at the Lythian in wide eyed wonder at the idea, ``So, when we go to fulfil our purpose, we get a real name?'' He said slowly as he worked the concept through his mind, then looked up at the attendant after a moment with an expectant look.
A couple members of the examination team exchanged a brief look as one of the said, ``The question is... what to call you,'' the Lythian said thoughtfully as he looked the little Human over.
``How about Brian?'' One of the Female techs said with a shrug as she prepared an injection of something. She figured that since she would be implicated by being in the room anyway then she might as well take an active part in it. The other attendant looked over at her and nodded in thoughtful agreement as she continued, ``He looks kind of like a Brian.''
``Would you like to be called Brian, 199?'' The soon to be infamous attendant asked.
``Is... is it a good name?'' HM199 asked tentatively and whispered it to himself several times as though tasting it. ``Yes, I would like that very much and I hope that the one I am going to likes it as well.''
``I'm sure they will...'' the attendant said, and all the techs nodded in agreement as they began to consider the implications of what they might have just started.
A longing to fulfil their ``purpose'' was one thing, it made them far more willing when the inevitable happened. But previous experiences with the ever-present Human proclivity for creating significance and ceremony out of the mundane had gotten out of hand. The simple act of given them a name had the potential to evolve into some kind of religion if not handled properly.
Still, it would an interesting social experiment to see how it effected the population. If managed just right, it might even add something to their stock that would further set Belborn apart from it competitors. Giving it not just the highest quality product, but the most eager and willing to please as well.
During his last month at Bellborn, he felt very special indeed as he was placed in a special cell within the outbound delivery wing. They seemed to take great pride in telling him about the blood samples they took. As to how they were to ensure that he was healthy or that he didn't have anything that would make someone sick; how nice of them. His friendly caretakers spent some time taking other samples as well. Ones that that they said would ensure his lineage would continue on, he enjoyed the time spent giving those particular samples very much.
He had several important visitors who had ensured he was aware of what was expected of him upon delivery in the city. The last of which was a Feline, well-dressed in formal business attire that had glowered down at him with a stern, appraising look.
``Is this the right one?'' She asked with a look of confused annoyance, as she examined the information tag on the cell door. ``The paperwork our agent sent says HM-119, this says Brian,'' she turned an inquisitorial look towards the other male Lythian with her.
``It is...'' the portly Badger began, his mind working to spin the mild surprise in an economically positive way. ``We thought...'' he continued after only a moments pause, ``That is... the processing technicians thought, an actual name would... um... put the client at ease. It might be better for your clients if their, entertainment, had a friendly name rather than just a simple serial number,'' he said nervously as the Feline listened with her ever-present stern face.
She looked at him for a moment as she considered his words, then looked down at Brian and nodded approvingly, ``I believe that will work out. Not a bad idea actually, I've inspected a couple small specialty farms that do it,'' she said as she calculated client satisfaction rates and profit impact silently in her head. She was quite pleased with the results.
The Badger leaned towards her to add in a low, conspiratorial hush, ``And if they think getting a name is a great honor, then they'll work twice as hard to become market ready.'' She nodded in agreement at the concept as a small smile edged at the corner of his mouth. He could see that she was already becoming quite interested at the idea of faster stock maturity.
She directed her gaze at the human to address him directly, ``Very well then, Brian, I am here to ensure that you are ready for our clientele,'' She said formally. She paused for a moment and turned an inquisitive look on the older badger, ``He does understand Lythian common language, yes? The form only says, `able to speak and understand speech,' you would be surprised at how often we have to refuse a delivery because it only knows the farms local language. Or whatever it is humans use to communicate with,'' she said with a wry, tight-lipped smile.
``Of course, he can,'' The badger said in a huff. Taken aback by both the insinuation that they didn't teach them basic speech and the thought of a negative mark on Belborns record due to a delivery refusal. The latter was a far more upsetting prospect in the mind of the old outbound manager.
``I have done my best to be a fit for my task as possible, ma'am,'' he said in a low, meek voice. Something told him that it was a good time for him to interject something, despite his instruction to the contrary.
The Feline gave him another searching look, ``At least you've been sufficiently instructed in the common tongue... as well as some basic manners.'' She turned to the other Lythian, ``Off to a good start it seems.'' She pulled out a data-pad from a briefcase with a large ornate P surrounded by oak leaf printed on the front and began to tap on it industriously.
He was rather vexed at not only the comment but her borderline displeased attitude. He managed to push it aside however and said in a pleasant tone, ``Here at Bellborn, we strive for only the highest-quality Human stock. Each is instructed from an early age on the common language and expected behavior, they can be instructed in any language if needed.'' He scowled at her for a second before continuing, ``Your sales representative was briefed about all of this. As well as given a sample of our best stock,'' he said, somewhat incensed at having to defend a place he'd given eighteen years of love, sweat, and devotion.
She turned a small, sudden smile on him which threw him off a bit after her previously cold attitude.
``I apologize for any disrespect towards you or the plantation,'' she said in an appeasing tone. ``Perhaps the purpose of my visit today wasn't made entirely clear, I'm the finale quality control inspector. I work for a private, specialized, firm that's contracted to ensure quality of all special or unique products. It's my duty to ensure that our clientele is given only the finest, and above all safest, selection.'' She motioned towards Brian with her free hand, ``He is a special order, not to mention the result of a specialized breading program. Our client's reputation, let alone yours, is the least thing that would suffer if they were to serve a... defective... Human to a patron.''
He started to interject at the insinuation that Bellborn would dare to sell a, defect, as she put it. However, she stopped him with a raised hand and retrieved a copy of the paperwork from the briefcase.
She handed it to him and as he read over it, she continued, ``I agree that this is a little out of the ordinary. But as you can see it is necessary for all parties involved.'' She flipped through several reports on the pad for a minute, glancing over the particulars of the order and the results of the blood samples and other tests.
When he had finished reading the inspection order, he cleared his throat and said, ``Of course... I wouldn't expect any less. Now, if you need me, I have to attend to... another matter that requires my immediate attention, I'll be back in a few minutes.'' He sidled off quickly to speak with another manager over this latest development.
She watched him go with an amused expression, she enjoyed keeping these places on there toes. ``Good, a little privacy would be nice for a while,'' she said in a quiet voice.
There was a short stool nearly, she grabbed it and placed it in front of the cell. After an ardent, but vein, attempt to clean the seat off, she sighed and placed a cloth over it and sat down. She eased onto the seat in a professional, lady-like manner and gave him a wide, feline, and above all toothy smile. Brian returned it with a small, sheepish one of his own and waited expectantly.
After a moment, she finally asked quite plainly, ``What is your function?''
``My function?'' He said, his brow furrowed in slight confused.
Her pleasant expression became eased into a more searching one, ``Your function, your reason for being, your purpose. Why are you here, what is expected of you?''
His Purpose? He gave the only answer he knew, what had been drilled into him since a very young age. ``I am to serve my master to the best of my abilities, if they wish for pleasure then they shall receive it, if they seek nourishment then my body is theirs.'' He found himself looking back into her eyes with a bit of real self confidence for the first time. She was to help him finally fulfil his purpose, so he must prove himself worthy of it.
She made an appreciative purr and added something to the form on her pad, then continued, ``Very good. Assume that I wished you to pleasure me, explain how you would accomplish it,'' she asked in a flat matter-of-fact tone.
Brian looked at her with an intensely appraising gaze for some time. His eyes raking over her body as he took in all of her features. At first, she found it a little uncomfortable but found the questing glare of the little male to be somewhat enticing. She shifted on the stool to allow him to get the best look at as much of her as possible. At one point, she realized she was moving in such a way to exaggerate her better features and found the way his vision lingered on them very enticing.
When finished, he explained, in excruciating detail, exactly how he would go about satisfying the towering Feline Lythian female that sat before him. As he continued, the slightest hint of a blush tinted the skin within her ears and could even be seen under the fur on her face. She did a slow nod of approval when he was done made several lengthy notes on the pad. All while doing the best she could to control her breathing and fight off the urge to open the cage and conduct a more in-depth and personal inspection.
As the pink cloud cleared from her head, she asked him the same question, but this time for a male Lythian. Again, and in the same calm matter-of-fact tone, he explained how such a task would be accomplished. Some of it made her wonder about Bellborn's instructional methods and whether or not she should make an inquiry. Not that she thought there was an issue with them, just that they were quite thorough and might even find it rather... engaging.
She gave another nod of approval and made a similar note on the pad. The inspection continued for another half-hour or so. The rest consisting of what seemed to comprise of simple conversation and idle questions. However, they were designed to elicit subtle emotional or physical responses that she looked for. Each one an indicator that the subject may not meet the required level of servility or even harbor some latent animosity.
Brian was well within tolerable levels of each. Better yet, she couldn't detect much more than a negligible amount of anything negative. He was truly a very special little human indeed, almost the perfect specimen.
As they finished, she gathered everything back together and replaced it into the briefcase.
``I hope that I am worthy to fulfil my purpose. I look forward to pleasing whoever I am meant for,'' Brian said as she finished putting everything away.
She stood and made a futile attempt to wipe the debris left on her pants from the dirty stool. She looked down at him with another broad smile and a very pleased look on her face, ``I have no doubt that you will, Brian. I'm told that you may be the only Human our client's patron can use.'' She turned and walked away to inform Bellborn that Brian had not only passed his quality check, but they could expect more business from her client, and herself, in the very near future.
A week later, a special currier arrived to transport Brian from the facility to the city. He was ushered into the rear of the large, grey, windowless van marked with the same large ornate P on the sides. The ride to the city was quite pleasant as the rear compartment was lined with a fine, lush carpet and filled with soft pillows for him to relax on.
After arriving in the city, the van backed up to a loading dock at the rear of a plain red-bricked building. A well-dressed Raccoon Lythian female was waiting to greet him as he stepped out of the back of the van and onto the cold surface of the dock. She led him inside and took him into a small room with human sized furnishings, including a toilet, shower, and bed.
``Here is where you will stay until you are needed, nor do you require this,'' she said in a soft, flowing feminine voice as she indicated the room and removed his restraining collar. ``If you require food or drink please let us know,'' She continued in a very formal, but not unkind, tone as she pointed toward a small com-panel on the wall. ``You will be required to eat and drink something specially prepared before you are served, however. So, please keep that in mind if you require sustenance before then.
``I will... um... thank you,'' he said still remembering to be cordial to his masters even as his heart started to pound with growing excitement. He looked around the room, unsure of what to do while he waited for the culmination of his existence to take place. The raccoon smiled warmly at him again and turned to leave the room but before she could go very far, Brian asked, ``Forgive me for asking. But... um... when is, when will I... err... be needed?''
Her ears perked up and swiveled towards him as she picked up the excited longing in his voice, then turned back to him with a soft smile. She wondered if the pitiable little creature even understood the concept of time, or even what his being ``needed'' was going to entail. But he had asked politely enough, and it was her job to keep the special ones like him content and calm.
She gave him a soft smile and said, ``Tomorrow night, between six and eight, please just rest for now as you will need to begin preparations in the morning.'' She waited for a moment to ensure that he had no further questions, then left the room. The door sliding into place with a soft hiss and a quiet click as its magnetic locks engaged behind her.
He paced the room in quiet thought for several minutes as he tried to quell the growing excitement within him. The cold air feeling odd against the now bare skin where his, until then, ever-present restraining collar had been. He would soon meet the one he was intended for, the one to fulfil his purpose.
Perhaps another thirty minutes or so later, he had managed to stifle his excitement and decided to investigate his new surroundings. It was a fair-sized room, perhaps as much as eight feet wide and twelve feet long if he was any judge; measuring the size of their pens had been one of the few activities he had enjoyed. It had a small bed, just large enough for a single occupant, a simple toilet, a small table with a chair, and not much else. The wall was a plain, greyish color that was broken up only by the door, the com panel, an oddly large mirror on one of the long sides and a vid-screen on the other.
It was only his third or forth time seeing one, let alone being this close to one, and he couldn't help but reach up to tap on the screen's hard Polly-Glass surface. Its surface lit up in response to his touch and a colorful display came up to show a long list of items. His one regret at that moment was that he didn't know how to read, literacy had been a low priority for his group. The handlers would sometimes banter about it being too dark to read where he was going or didn't need a handbook for what he was going to be doing. He had never quite understood joke, until now that is.
He turned away from the screen, which dimmed and turned off after a moment of non interaction, to take care of a growing concern. While the furniture may have been Human sized, however, it was still a bit too large for him. Still, he was able to use the toilet and wash himself satisfactorily in the shower. Mostly due to the fact that each were automatic, the toilet flushed and did a cleaning cycle when he had finished, and the shower turned on as he walked into it. As far as living conditions, this was far better than his small alcove next the pen.
His stomach made a small complaint at that time, so he looked around for the feeding chute to get something to eat. Seeing nothing but bare walls and an empty floor, he despaired for a moment before remembering what the nice Raccoon lady had said. He was unsure of what to do as she hadn't completely instructed him on how to go about it. After a bit of arduous thought on the matter as he stood meekly by the door, he decided to just call out.
``Hello?'' He said as politely as he could manage, after a couple seconds the same soft voice of the Female Raccoon came from above him.
``Yes? Is everything alright?'' Her voice was calm and friendly but carried genuine concern, he was expensive after all.
``Um... may I have something to eat before... I... go to sleep?'' Brian asked in a tentative mumble as he found it difficult to maintain the confident, trusting manner instilled in him.
Something about being truly alone for the first time within this strange place, away from everything he knew. It filled him with a tinge of loneliness and a fair amount of fear. He wondered if that's what had caused him to start shivering a little as he stood by the large metal door to his unfamiliar room.
Behind the large two-way mirror in the room, and so unseen by the small human. The trained eyes of the Lythian that watched him saw his feelings as well. A small part of her wondered what it must be like for him, in a strange place, knowing that his life might be about to end just to provide momentary pleasure for another. She almost felt sorry the tiny Human that stood before her, alone and quietly shaking in an unfamiliar room, almost.
She shook away any personal feelings she may have on the matter. Then keyed the mic and spoke in her usual soft, calming voice, ``Of course, a meal will be brought in for you shortly.''
Brian looked up as the female voice wafted down from the ceiling with the promise of food. Somehow, it made him feel a little better. The fact that there were caretakers here that were looking after him eased his apprehensions. Plus, some food and sleep would help to cull the anxiety that still grew deep within him about tomorrow.
After a surprisingly short amount of time the Raccoon's soft, comforting voice issued from above him again, ``Please step away from the door. Please do not make any movement until it is closed again, failure to comply will result in negative action.''
He backed away from the large metal rectangle in several hurried steps to stand by the bed, weary of what they had meant by ``negative action.'' The door slid smoothly open to reveal a brown, female Mouse, dressing in a simple dark plain-grey work uniform with another ornate P stitched onto it with gold thread. She gave him an amiable, if not openly curious look, as she entered the room holding a small human-sized tray.
Despite the rodent's small relative size, she was still several heads taller than Brian. So he felt as though he needed to crane his neck a little to see her face beyond the tray as she entered the room and walked to the table. The smell of the food it carried hit his senses as she set the tray onto the table and he had to check himself before almost letting his legs carry him to it.
She paused for several long noticeable heartbeats after setting the tray down to look at him with an expression filled with a strange, yearning hunger. He was just as small as she had heard, plenty small enough even her get down without too much trouble. While not too small that they couldn't still have a bit of fun together before hand. She shook the thought from her head and left the room before the observer said something.
The door closed with the same soft hiss and Brian took several tentative steps towards the table, when retribution failed to materialize, he dashed the remaining distance. The table was still a trace too big high for him to use the chair, so he hopped up to stand on it and see what they had brought him. His mouth dropped open at what he saw, and he had to close it again right away or risk drooling over the surface of the table.
A cut of meat covered in a rich, dark sauce, some vegetables that had been evenly cut and even arranged with some care. A portion of a mashed substance covered in a yellow liquid of some kind, a glass of water, and another filled with a deep red liquid. He had no idea what any of it was as he had never seen anything like it before.
It gave him pause at first, this wasn't the pressed nutrient-paste bars he had been expecting and he had no idea how to eat it. He looked around in desperation to see a couple oddly-shaped objects next to the plate. Not knowing what else to do he picked one of them up and started to use it to shovel the food into his mouth. As he worked his way through the food, however, he thought he kept hearing laughter coming from the mirror. He figured it must be normal and decided to ignore it, what a strange place.
In the dark room just on the other side of the multi-phasic glass, the Lythian Raccoon was having a hard time breathing. She wondered if she had ever laughed so hard before in her life. It was all she could do to keep from making too much noise and disturbing the human in the room beyond. She had watched a lot of humans over the years and they tended to do some interesting things when they didn't know any better. But trying to cut a steak with the handle of a spoon was the funniest thing she had seen one of them do in a long time.
The next morning, Brian was awoken by the lights rolling softly into their full brightness and a gentle voice calling him from the ceiling, ``Good morning Brian, I hope you slept well.'' It was a different voice this morning but still just as calm and friendly as the one the night before. As he rolled out of bed, the voice continued, ``When you are ready, we have food prepared for you. Please eat as much as you can, as you will not be able to eat until your preparation this afternoon.''
He stood in roughly the same place as before and called out to the voice in the ceiling. A tray was brought in and he ate as much as he could, and it was retrieved. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was surprisingly boring and anticlimactic. He had expected to be let out and taken to pen or other communal area like always. However, when the door closed behind the Lythian that took his breakfast tray, he was greeted with only silence and solitude.
It never occurred to ask if he could walk around the halls outside his room, they probably would have let him with a guardian. By the time his cabin fever got to the point where he had to say something, another voice chimed in above him.
``Good afternoon, Brian. Please shower and be ready for your preparation in thirty minutes,'' after a short pause, it added, ``If you don't know how long that is, that's alright. Just bathe and be ready to leave as quickly as you can.''
His heart stuttered as he realized that the time had at last finally come. He took off what little clothing he wore and thoroughly cleaned himself in a short a time as possible. All the while trying to control the excited shaking that began to ripple through him. When finished, he was about to redress when the room was again filled with the calm voice from above.
``No need to clothe yourself, they will no longer be needed,'' it said patiently. ``Just stand still, away from the door, and someone will be along shortly to get you.''
Brian felt he should say something, so he uttered a meek but clear, ``Thank you.''
Some time later, he thought it might have been only a couple minutes, the door slid open with to reveal an Otter Lythian-male in a similar grey uniform as the Mouse from earlier. The one addition to his outfit was a white apron that went down to the mid thigh. He offered and welcoming smile and motioned for Brian to come outside.
When he left the room, he saw that the Otter wasn't alone. Standing just to the side of the door, and out of view from the inside, was a large Lythian Wolf that watched him exit the room with a stern, untrusting glare. He stood in a low, tense posture as though ready to pounce on the miniature human at a moments notice. Brian's ignorance of the larger world made him wonder why such a measure would be required, but he nodded in polite greeting, nonetheless.
They walked down the hallway, around a corner, and through a set of double-doors into a large room filled with a variety of large, unfamiliar equipment and metal tables that lined the walls. In the middle of the room, were several steel tubs with a collection of different hoses coming out of the ceiling above it. The Otter gestured towards the nearest tub and asked him to stand by it, where he was lifted up and placed gently inside.
The Tubs metal surface came as a cold shock against his feet as they touched the bottom, and when he looked around, he saw its polished walls rising up far above his diminished stature. The Otter made a short noise of understanding as he looked down into the tub, then disappeared for a moment before returning with a small wooden platform for him to stand on. At which point, the Otter reached up to grab one of the hoses and began douse him in the warm, soapy liquid that sprayed from its nozzle.
The Otter hummed to himself as he worked as though this was a common, mundane task that he performed quite frequently. He swapped between hoses on occasion to rinse one fluid off and subsequently coat Brian with another. As the experience went on, Brian's curiosity got the best of him and he asked about the process he was going through, as he had never been through it before.
The Otter smiled and explained that Brian was being washed with a special chemical removed most of his body hair and disinfected his skin. As the spraying advanced to a thorough, yet gentle, scrubbing the Otter explained how it was meant to clean out his pours and remove all traces of any unwanted foreign substances. It would leave his skin smooth, and his body absolutely clean and disinfected. When finally removed, Brian looked down and admired his bright pink, hairless body. The process having removed all but the small mop of hair on his head.
When his skin was dry and a thorough inspection of it had been rendered, he placed onto one of the metal tables along the wall. Where he was offered small glass of a thick, dark-green liquid to drink and given several somewhat painful injections on various parts of his body. Upon seeing his reaction, the Lythian tending him explained that the liquid was to sterilize the bacteria in his gut. While the injections added nutrients to his body, so that he could be of greater benefit should he be consumed.
After he managed to swallow the foul-tasting drink, he was rubbed in every imaginable location with a special oil. It was said that it would enhance his natural flavor and help him slide down better, should it come to that.
Brian wondered why the Lythian working on him kept alluding that he might not be devoured. Was that not his purpose, why would he desire anything else? Perhaps there were those who came her that feared for what may come, that wished not perform such a honorable task. He thought about it as he lay on the frigid surface of the table as the Otters deft and experienced hands rubbed the pungent smelling anointment into his skin.
He concluded that he rather pitied those who shied away from their one true purpose. To fear death and wish for a longer life was natural, but did not all Humans live thanks to the generosity of their Lythian masters? Was it not then the duty and greatest honor to server those masters, to perish within them as nourishment if such service required? He would welcome his fate with open arms and a thankful heart, gladly accepting whatever was required of him. Was pity the right word?
With his preparation completed, he was taken from the room by another. A feline Lythian-female in a flowing emerald green dress took him to a dark room and had him stand with a group of other humans. There were a dozen or so, and most of them regarded him with a passive interest that showed they cared only for what was to follow as well. There was one or two, however, that looked around with anxious fear and obvious dread at where they were and what their fate was about to be. Upon seeing them and how they had to be restrained with collars and leggings, he realized it wasn't pity he felt towards them, but something else entirely.
He hadn't seen any of these Humans before, not that he'd been given a tour of the building and given the chance to. But he wondered where they had all come from, however, nobody seemed like talking and just stood quietly as they all waited.
They didn't have to wait very long, however, as they group was ushered into a large, brightly lit, circular room. As his eyes adapted to the light where the wall was ringed with chairs filled with laughing Lythian-females of all shapes and sizes. There were several hoots and cat-calls that rang out as the group of Humans entered in a small group. He noted though, that they seemed especially excited about the few restrained humans that were drug into the room by a couple similar Lythians to the one that met him at his room. The sight of their struggles rose the bitter taste of bile to the back of his throat, and for a shameful moment, hoped that they suffered a long, painful death for such disrespect.
When the group reached the center of the room, they stood with quiet obedience as the eyes of those seated began to scour over them. The air was already starting tinge with the subtle and enticing smell of musk as it accumulated from over a dozen hungry and very horny females. When the doors they had entered through closed, the expectant calls of the drunken females reached a fevered pitch. At which point, a tall, thin Vixen stood from her chair and called for silence.
Part Three: Purpose
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``Alright... alright, shut-up everyone!'' The large female fox called out in a firm commanding voice, and the room gradually ebbed into reluctant silence. ``So,'' she continued when the last of the drunken shouts had died out, ``I hope that you've all enjoyed tonight's celebration of Tracy?s last day as a single female so far.'' There were several more excited hoots and a loud, ringing whistle at this point. ``But...'' she went on with shrewd look around the room, ``...The evening is not yet over my friends, and we have a special treat in store for her last few hours of pre-wedding debauchery.''
She turned to her right and pulled a much shorter Vixen to her feet and clapped encouragingly as she moved to stand next to the other. Tracy blushed at the attention, the inside of her ears turning bright red as she waved awkwardly to the others. Who all shouted with boisterously intoxicated approval and encouragement.
``So then,'' the taller of the two pressed on, ``You'll notice that with us, in the center of the room, we have assembled a fine assortment of Human specimens. Which you will soon be able to pick one out and enjoy however you see fit, you'll be instructed on the details when that time comes.''
Brian looked around then room, at their faces of each of them as they began to leer at the group again. Some of them started to engage in whispered conversations with each other as they pointed out the one, they seemed particularly keen on getting. He found it to be quite the interesting experience, the little Human hadn't thought this was what it was going to be like.
So, he watched with mountng enthusiasm as the large Vixen gestured at Tracy to step forward. She came to stand in front of the other Vixen, looking at the assembled Humans with a forlornly nervous curiosity. The larger one pointed at Brian and made a commanding gesture, he obediently left the group to stand in from of the two Vixens, whom at least one towered over him.
``Now then,'' the larger Vixen continued, her right-hand indicating Brian, ``It is only fair that Tracy here gets the first pick. So, with that in mind,'' she stooped a little and said in an affectionate tone to her friend, ``This little fellow is yours, consider him a special present from all of us.''
The other Lythians in the room clapped and hooted again as Tracy looked down with some apprehension at the smallest human she had ever seen. Not that she had seen all that many, truth be told, but she new they were usually a bit larger than this one. The little human stood there and looked back up at her with a calm, pleasant smile, had she known any better she might have found it a little disquieting.
``Oh... err... thank you, Anna,'' she said to her friend and then looked down to address him, ``Um... hello there.'' She said and flustered a little as there were one or two chuckles from the others in the room.
``Good evening, I am HM1... I mean... Brian, my name is Brian and it is my pleasure to be your special treat for tonight.'' He said with a practiced bow and chided himself silently for almost making a mistake by giving her his old name. He mustn't do such a thing, especially where others can see or he might cause her undo distress, he must do his best to please her, do as he was taught.
``Good, now you two head back to your seat and get acquainted while we get things started,'' the larger Vixen said, and all eyes instantly shifted to the center of the room.
Tracy sat back down in her seat, a little nervous about what was expected of her, as Brian followed to stand with passive, obedient silence by her knees. While a series of games were organized to see who got a chance to pick out one of the waiting Humans. She flicked a glance at him from time to time, noting that while quiet and passive, he seemed to almost quiver with some kind of inner excitement.
He watched with genuine interest as the other females in the party played what they called a `game' involving suggestively shaped items and some sort of cards. As the night went on, he wondered what the others might be feeling as they were each selected in turn by one of the eager females. He even speculated as to how the lowly ones who were restrained felt as they were chosen by several of the largest from the group. Their futile struggles against the strong grasp of the one who chose them served only to further their dishonor and shame at such open disrespect.
Each member of the Bachelorette party soon won the chance to pick out one of the Humans that stood in the center of the room. As she did, she would either stand up and walk around the group in slow deliberation until she decided, or stride over and snatch up the one she had been eying. After which, the lucky selectee would be led back to her seat by the hand so they could get to know each other a little better.
Except for Berta and a couple others who were one of the larger races. They picked out one of the struggling and clearly uncooperative Humans in restraints with a gleeful and ravenous expression. Their victim of choice thus selected, they carried the poor soul back under one arm back to their seat, where they held him in their lap with his head pressed up hard against her abdomen. As though to let the little fellow know just what was in store for him, that bad boys get punished and that he should have been better behaved.
Berta glanced over at the Vixen next to her and was herd saying, ``This little guy is gonna fun. I love it when their lively and put up a good fight, makes me feel so alive, ya know what I mean?'' The vixen smiled and nodded as said something under her breath in response before turning her attention back to her own selected friend. Berta looked down and smiled at the horrified Human in her lap. She began to rub his head against her, despite his feeble efforts to stop it, ``Yes... we're going to have a lot of fun together.'' While his struggles eventually subsided, the look of terror in his eyes at the prospect of his immediate future persisted.
This went on for a half hour or so, the room growing seductively silent as each female picked a companion for the night. Many of them having engaged in low conversation with the human or each other about certain expectations they had for the evening. Just as the last human was led away to their seat by a very pleased looking Bear, the Panther that had led them into the room stepped forward.
``Very good,'' she said in a warm but firm voice to get the rooms attention, ``I hope you're all pleased with your selection?'' There were general noises of approval in response that rippled around the room. ``Very good, now if you will all follow with me, we have your rooms ready,'' she said as her arm swung up in a graceful gesture to indicate the door the Humans had all entered through earlier.
The group of laughing and chatting Lythian-females stood and followed the Panther through the door with their chosen Humans in tow. Tracy found herself nudged to the front with Brian planted firmly at her side and was carried out with the throng of females as they half rushed to leave. All while she tried not to blush to hard at the looks and suggestive gestures the others kept giving her from time to time.
The space beyond the doorway was now lit with a warm and welcoming light. Brian saw that it was actually a kind of wide, rectangular intersection of sorts with several doors of varying sizes and designs set into each of its broad walls. It was fortunate that he had little interest in the room's unique architecture as the tide of lustful fur pressed him ever forward.
At the far end, a pair of large, ornate, wooden double-doors stood open and the Panther sauntered through and beckoned them forward, ``This way please, your allotted rooms are just inside."
The group filed through and several of them let out small noises of appreciation as they stepped onto the thick and sinfully lavish red and green carpet that adorned the hallway just inside. The corridor beyond was moderately lit by some very good imitations of ancient gas lamps, that were evenly spaced along the walls. Several of them reach out on impulse to touch what they were certain was really actual wood paneling that adorned the walls. They exchanged impressed looks as their fingers rubbed against the rich paneling made of a thick dark-brown wood.
Several potted plants hosted leaves and flowers that complemented the colors of both the carpet and the walls. A couple small gasps were heard as the last few members of the group entered and took in the expensive scene before them. But it was the ornate doors, set into and spaced evenly along each side of the hallway that soon held everyone's attention. The Panther stopped and examined a data-pad for a moment as she stood in the middle of the hall, just in front of the anxious group.
They quickly came to a stuttering silence as she cleared her throat, ``You've each been assigned a room according to the information provided earlier about your desired activates.'' She walked over to stand by the first door on their right, as she double checked the information.
It was identical to every other door including the large, ornate, bronze plaque bolted onto the front. Except that on this plaque, instead of a number in an elegant font, it had the letters V.I.P etched deeply into the bronze in a square bold script. Brian gazed up at it with a quizzical look as he pondered about what they could mean, and if it had any significance to him.
Anna sidled over to stand next to the door and motioned for Tracy to join her. She hesitated for several heartbeats before stepping forward. Brian followed closely in her wake, being partially shoved along as he went by the massive hands of the towering, excited females around him.
``Now then,'' Anna began as Tracy and Brian both came to stand next to her, in front of the door. ``What happens inside here, is no one's business but yours.''
``I'm sure we'll hear all about it at work later,'' one of the other females chided with drunken amusement and Anna gave her an agitated look.
``Even if you're asked by someone,'' she said in a stern voice, still looking at the other female, then turned back to Tracy and gave her an encouraging look. She added quietly so that only Tracy and Brian could hear, ``Look... just relax and you'll be fine. I was told that your little friend here knows what to do and is quite talented as well, he certainly cost enough to be... just have some fun with him, then let nature take over and enjoy the ride.''
Tracy looked up at her friend, then down at Brian, who gave her the usual, pleasant smile as his own form encouragement, ``Ok, I will,'' she said and gave her friend a hug. The added in a soft voice, ``Thank you Anne, I really appreciate all of this.''
``You can thank me by getting in there and letting this little guy fuck your brains out. Then relaxing to enjoy a nice, satisfying meal right afterwards,'' Anne said in a loud, mirthful tone. Then whispered conspiratorially into her ear, ``And, of course, telling me all about it on the drive home.''
``Alright,'' Tracy muttered with a constrained look.
Anne turned and walked back to the group while the Panther opened the door to usher Tracy and Brian through. They walked inside to the sound of intoxicated hoots and cheers from many of her friends in the hallway. The door closed with a gentle click behind them and both Tracy and Brian looked around the room with unsure curiosity.
The first thing they noticed was that the floor, rather than the expected continuation of the lush carpet, it was made ornate tiles. Tracy had a vague remembrance of it being called Greco-Roman tile for some reason, although, she had no idea why... just that it was ancient and looked nice. The room contents, however, were lush and well furnished. It had a large and plush bed, a spacious bathtub, a fine wooden table with a stereo with a selection of music listed on a card next to it, and several comfortable looking high-backed armchairs. There was also an odd savory perfume which wafted about the room that played at her nostrils and tugged at primal urges of all kinds and she felt her eyes closing as she inhaled it deeply.
``On the wall next to the door is a small, complementary bag for your clothing,'' a familiar voice said from behind them.
Tracy jumped slightly in alarm and turned around to see the female Panther standing just inside the door and stammered, ``Oh... I... Sorry, I didn't see you there.'' She took several deep breaths as she tried to calm down and regain her composure.
``My apologies,'' the Panther said with a look of concern having realized that she had startled her, ``I was told it was your first time here. So, I'm obligated to inform you of our policies and the procedures that need to be followed,'' She continued in an assuring voice. Her eyes darted unconsciously to the corners of the room, where cameras were installed to ensure the satisfaction and safety of their clients. She was a little nervous herself just then as agitating a client, even accidentally like that, could be grounds for termination in some cases.
``Oh, sorry... I didn't know, please continue,'' Tracy said with a week smile.
``When you're finished with the desired activities for the evening,'' the Panther began, ``The cool-down area is at the other end of the hall. There are refreshments, relaxation services, and even some digestive aids available if they're required. Please feel free to wear the robe when you leave the room, as it's for your comfort and that is our highest priority.''
``Oh, yes... thank you,'' Tracy replied a little distracted as the words `digestive aids' and what they implied played through her head several times.
``Our policies are actually quite simple. This Human,'' the Panther motioned towards Brian, ``Is now your personal property, as per the law, and you may do whatever you please with him. Even take him with you when you leave the property later tonight, if that is your desire, and arrangements can be made should that be the case.''
``Sounds simple enough I guess,'' Tracy said with an awkward shrug.
``However,'' the Panther continued with warning gesture after a short pause, ``The one thing we must stress is that you refrain form is getting any bodily fluids on the bed or chairs. Other than those created during intercourse, that is. Blood is very difficult to remove from the fabric and we would hate to have to charge you for replacements. If you wish to disembowel your playmate or draw blood in any way, might I suggest the bathtub provided or the floor.''
Tracy blanched at the thought, eating a human alive was one thing, but removing parts of them as you did so was another entirely, ``I'll keep that in mind.''
She looked down and gave Brian a thoughtful glance, he seemed calm and oddly keen about his entire situation. It had been suggested to her once that since she couldn't dispose of a human the usual way, then she should try one of the `Feral Clubs' the city had in the district. A friend even offered to go with her and try it out herself. But the thought of letting such violent impulses take over and how she would feel afterwards made her sick. And as she looked down into the smiling face of the human next to her, the idea felt sadistic and so revolting that she shuddered at the feeling of how the thought polluted her mind.
``If you require anything or assistance with your playmate...,'' The panther continued in her calm, professional tone, ``...Please use the call buttons located around the room in easy to reach places for your convenience.''
She pointed out the small glowing red buttons placed in various places around the room. Then, with a small nod to Tracy and a quick, sidelong glance at Brian, she left the room and closed the door softly behind her.
Brian looked up at the Vixen with expectant patience as he waited for her instructions. All the while working to calm the beating of his heart and remember every aspect of any possible expected duty. He looked on as he scanned around he room again in small nervous movements.
Tracy stood thinking of what she was supposed to do for a moment before saying in as casual and relaxed tone as she could muster, ``Well... I suppose we should... um... get started.'' She motioned towards the bed, feeling rather silly at the somewhat formal invitation for him to join her in bed. Then again, it wasn't as though she had an extensive experience with inviting males into her boudoir for intimate activities.
``If you wish,'' he said in a calm respectful tone and went to stand patiently at the edge of the bed, as it was too high for him to climb onto it.
She walked over to the table with the stereo and began to remove her jewelry. She placed everything onto the table as it came off but paused for a moment when she slipped her engagement ring off her finger. She rubbed it thoughtfully for a moment, considering what implications might be involved with anything that transpired that night. After a moment, she shrugged it off as nothing as this was a normal experience for almost everyone and she was just being silly.
When her jewelry had been safely placed onto the table, she removed her shoes and undid the tail snap on her skirt to let it fall to the floor then removed her cardigan, vest, and socks. She had a brief tinge of unease and felt a bit exposed at being stripped down to only her undergarments in a room with a complete stranger. But again, put it all out of her mind as she placed her clothing into the bag and set it on the chair, after all, it was only just a Human after all.
Tracy took a deep breath to calm her down, letting whatever it was they had piped into the room fill her lungs. As it did, a curious sensation surged through her body and start to edge her senses towards what was about to happen. She walked back to the bed, and after she helped Brian up, crawled up onto it herself and sat down facing him.
``I... um... I've never actually done this before, so, I'm sorry if...'' she paused, wondering why she had the need to apologize to a human. Especially one she was about to eat... eventually.
``No need, it's quite alright,'' the small, dreamy smile never leaving his face.
He scooted a little closer to her expectantly to offer what seemed like some encouragement. It did relax her a bit and forced her think about his point of view for an instant, which caused a question to surface.
``You?re... not scared or anything? Of, what's about to happen to you,'' she didn't know what had driven her to actually ask the question. However, as she did, she realized that she was genuinely curious about it for some morbid reason.
``What is there to be afraid of? This is my purpose,'' he offered with his expression still just as placid as before. But his eyes glazed with a strange longing at the mention of it, and he leaned towards her slightly as though formally offering himself as her meal.
The look he gave her, combined with the strange perfume within the room, made her mouth water and her stomach gave a sudden, small groan of complaint. It grumbled about an urgent need, despite the fact she had been filling it with a constant flood of booze and bar snacks throughout the night. When they had first entered the building, she had felt quite full in-fact, but that had drastically changed somehow over the last hour.
It was an interesting sensation that began to work its way through her. From small, twisting pangs of hunger in her gut that flowed in both directions her head swim and fill her lower parts with heat. She wondered if this was what it was like for her friends, she saw the looks on their faces when they talked about it at work or when out socializing and she began to understand the reasons.
``Your purpose?'' Her voice hissed out in a soft, sensual whisper as she inched a little closer to him. Where the oils rubbed into his skin tickled her nose and further excited the hunger that now burned in her belly.
``Yes,'' he replied, his own voice now soft and dreamlike, ``I was bred for this, and this alone.'' He stared purposely at her small, feminine muzzle, ``It is the duty of every Human to serve their Lythian masters,'' his eyes drifted up to hers, ``In anyway we can.''
He shifted forward again quickly and stood to bring his face right up in front of hers. He paused there as her Alcohol scented breath blew hot against his face in quick excited gusts from her slightly parted lips. A reflex spurred him forward on impulse and his lips touched hers for a short time in a gentle kiss that she also reflexively returned.
The sudden urge to plunge her gaping mouth down over him and engulf him with it struck her. The feral compulsion to feed on the prey before her and fill the grumbling stomach within her. But her curiosity, and dignity, stopped her and she went only as far as placing her hands on each side of his torso just under his armpits to hold him. Something made her want to know more about this special little human before she lost the chance.
``You?re about to die... in my stomach,'' she said slowly as she eyed him with a skeptical look, ``I'm going to slowly digest you... alive... and that doesn't scare you?''
Her brow knitted at his near non-reaction to her words, he didn't seem to be affected by the revelation about of his immediate future at all. Other than a look of deep expectation as she spoke, he was completely calm, its kind-of unnerved her and thought about of getting up to call the attendant. This was fun and all but taking advantage of an obviously crazy little Human was a bit much.
``We all die,'' he said and interrupted her train of thought as his right hand came up to caress her cheek with a tender and reassuring touch.
She tiled her head and gave him an incredulous look, ``Yeah, but still... you have to feel... something?''
He sensed her apprehension and had been trained to deal with it, ``Is it not better that I die here, serving a noble and purposeful function. That my body is put to good use by yours, rather than being tossed into a pit left on a field to rot.''
Brian looked up into her dark, brown eyes for a moment to try and ease whatever fears or anxieties made her hesitate. To show her that he wanted this, it was his purpose, his only reason for living. Had they not told him that every day since he was old enough to understand and be taught how to fulfil it? Now was the time for him to embrace that purpose, even if it meant his death right here within the belly of this Vixen.
``Not even a little anxious about it?'' She asked with a little less enthusiasm, as her curiosity could only fight against biology so much.
Both the air within the room and the savory scent of the oil on his body were driving her crazy. While the heat between her legs had become a raging furnace that, if unquenched, threatened to catch the bedding under her on fire at any second.
``No, not at all,'' he admitted with a meager shrug, ``I'm completely yours, body and soul, do with me as you please.''
That had done it... despite the wish to ask a couple more questions, the small, nerdy girl in her wanting to learn all she could, the ravenous and lustful part took firm control. It demanded action be taken to sate the desire and hunger that now roared within her, a blazing inferno that could no longer be ignored. Tracy leaned forward, her eyelids heavy and sensual as she brought her muzzle down close to brush against his left ear.
``Then let's have some fun before I send you on your way then, shall we?''
``I - '' he started to respond but was forced onto his back with a sudden motion as she pushed him down with both hands.
She was on top of him before there was any time to recover as her sleek, lupine form loomed over him while crawled forward on hands and knees to leer down at him. Slick wetness spread across his chest and neck as she drug her wide tongue over him several times with slow, intimate deliberation. The desire to lap up as much of his oily coating as possible made her take as long as possible with each long lick of his flesh.
He wanted to reach up and do his part to help, but her hands pinned his arms to the bed with a firm grip. So, he was forced to lay still, waiting for what was to come next, as she licked and teased his flesh with her soft tongue and lips.
She found herself enjoying the taste of his bare skin more than the thought she would. It was most likely whatever they had rubbed over it as she could sense a plethora of flavors added in amongst the plain salty-sweetness that others had described. At the moment, however, she didn't care what it was as it tantalized and danced over her pallet with each pass of her tongue. While at every moment it added to the already powerful urge to bolt him down and revel in the feeling of power that came with it.
When she was finally able to tear herself away and sat back up, he practically dripped with saliva and the look he gave her was more than enough encouragement to take it further. With great effort she was able to turn away from the hunger and set about satisfying the other burning fire within her first. As she did, the sudden feeling overwhelmed her that even the undergarments were too restrictive, so she leaned back on her knees as she fumbled to remove her bra.
``I want you to make me squeal,'' her bra fell away to expose the modest breasts hidden beneath as he held it out with her right hand to drop it casually beside her.
Tracy looked down at him with a stern and very expectant gleam in her eyes as she scooted backwards and shifted a couple pillows so she could relax against the headboard. She waited to remove her panties, despite the urge to feel the cool air against her blazing, tingling vulva was close to overpowering at this point. Rather, she wanted to prolong the moment as long as possible.
He shifted towards her but hesitated for an instant.
``Come here little one, don't be shy,'' her voice rasped out in a sensual tone that pulled him in to her.
Brian had been cautious at first, not wanting to move too fast and let his own desire dictate the pace or drive his actions. But when she called him to her in that invitingly seductive voice, he relaxed and let the muscle memories that had been engrained into him to take over. He moved forward and let his hand rest on the soft fabric of her panties, his fingers already grasping for the band.
She slapped his hand away with a gentle, playful motion, ``Now, now, not yet. You have to earn your desert,'' she uttered with a soft enticing purr.
She had no idea where any of this was coming from, maybe from a vid she had seen or overhearing a lewd conversation at work. If she hadn't been enjoying it so much or felt so extremely aroused at the time, she might have been concerned about it.
Brian inched forward and half fell onto her chest while his small mouth sought the erect nipples of her breasts. The fur on her arms brushed lightly against him and tickled his back as they closed around him in a loving, supportive embrace. His lips began to work their slow, teasing ministrations against the soft, bare flesh of the areola around her left breast. While his hands moved up to caress her body with equally soft, slow, and probing movements.
The attention she was receiving from his mouth and small hands was exquisite. She closed her eyes as her back arched in automatic response to the constant, delicious stimulation he provided. Not even Fenton had made her feel this good when they had been intimate. Although, the hunger and lust that surged through her at that moment was no doubt the reason, and it was something she couldn't quite describe afterwards. It made the small human's every touch send small shivers of pleasure through her that grew in intensity with each passing moment, and as it grew, she desired only one thing.
``Oh god!'' She uttered in a low growl, ``Oh... fuck! Yes... fuck... yes, fuck me... Brian, fuck me! I want the feel of that little human cock inside me, right now!'' She commanded him with deep, yearning growl that would have startled her if her mind wasn't focusing all its attention on one single thing.
She released her embrace and pushed him away with enough force to almost knock him off the bed. With one swift movement, she removed her panties and threw away from the bed. She would have torn them off, but she had enough presence of mind to remember that it was a pair she liked. Her eyes found Brian as he recovered and moved back to her, she licked her lips and gestured down at her now freed and dripping honey-pot.
``I think you've been a good enough boy and have earned this, now... make me scream...''
Brian nodded and moved forward in dutiful compliance to mount her as she had directed. While already quite aroused himself, a well engrained pavlovian response made his dick rigid and eager upon hearing the command. He braced himself against her and eased his dick deep into the welcoming grasp of her slickened pussy.
Her eyes widened with a pleasant surprise as she found that the most important part of him wasn't as small as the rest. It was far more that when she had been suspecting, despite have seen him naked since he first walked into the other room.
He kept his thrusts slow and even at first as he got a feel for the pace and intensity she wanted. The pace soon quickened, however, as her moans of delirious pleasure became short shrieks of bliss between stunted gasps of desire. He altered his pace several times as her growing orgasm crept closer, to keep her right on the edge for as long as it could be managed. It helped that many of the more sensitive nerves in his intimate regions had been deadened. But he could still sense his own bodies need for release building as worked ceaselessly to ensure hers.
Tracy gasped as her vision darkened as a sudden spasm pounced out and surged through her. It ebbed and she went rigid with the shuddering orgasm that followed inn its wake. A wave of ecstasy and bliss like never before thundered out from her loins and pulsed through her body and she grasped the small Human and held him close to her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him as best she could as he too shuddered from his own diminutive throws of passion against her.
They lay there for a long moment, clutching each other and panting, before either of them stirred.
``That was...'' Tracy began, both breathless and searching for the right words, ``Just... amazing.'' She reached down to caress the little human?s head as he lay prostrate on her stomach, his now flaccid member still partially in her.
His voice reached her ears, breathless but pleased, ``I?m honored... to have been... of service.''
She smiled down at him, starting to find his devotion a little amusing and quite pleasing indeed. However, as one pressing need had now been sated, another rose to replace it within her. With it, the sudden urge to gorge herself and simply stuff his small frame into her mouth soon became hard to resist. It was what she had come here for after all, to experience the thrill and ecstasy of devouring a human. Her mouth watered at the memory of his taste and she had to swallow once or twice to keep from drooling at the thought of having his flesh on her tongue again.
But as she continued to look down at him an caress his small head and neck, there was some confliction within her about it. An idea that she could keep him around for a while drifted through her mind. His talents would certainly be useful, and he did belong to her now, so why not bring him home for a few day's, at least until the wedding...
She let out a small sigh as she continued to rub Brian's head tenderly, no... that wouldn't work. Fenton would throw a fit if she brought a human sex toy home, despite how much fun it might be for them to have some fun together with it. She frowned and gave another look down at the small human, which further roused her hunger as she caught the scent of the oil that coated his smooth, hairless skin.
It was her growing appetite, in the end, mixed with the alluring scent from his body that had made the decision for her. She could always get another human like this one someday, after all, if there was one then there would be more. That orgasm had reminded her how hungry she was, as well as adding to it quite a bit. So, she might as well sate it while she had the opportunity, and a meal n front of her that was ready and willing to do so. She licked her lips and swallowed again to clear another mouthful of expectant saliva before rousing the little man who still clung to her.
``Brian...'' Tracy said in a soft and tender voice, but still holding an edge of desirous command. ``I think it's time for you... for me to...'' she trailed off, never having to utter the words before and unsure how, or even if she could.
Brian roused himself from his own drowsy afterglow as she spoke, and as she tried to frame the words, a smile began to stretch his lips. He raised himself off her and said with a kind of rapt reverence uttered, ``To... feed you?''
His heart danced within his chest as she nodded at him while the wistful, hungry look in her eyes caused a tinge of expectant excitement to fill his chest. Something that very few humans would experience with such intensity in a similar circumstance; even to those who might find the idea of becoming an actual meal appealing. The prospect that he was about to finally fulfil his ultimate purpose even had the effect of bringing his dick back to life. It twitched with joy and elation as it waited to pass between her dark, inviting lips and slip over her questing tongue.
He pushed himself back onto his knees and gazed into her eyes with enthralled expectation. Although, his gaze flitted to her mouth several times, where it rested for an exciting moment to see it open and receive him.
Tracy licked her lips one last time and drew him in close until his face was just in front of her long, red muzzle. She relented to instinct, not wanting to let her inexperience at what was to follow impede her. The anxiety that fluttered about her chest was brushed aside by the larger and far more powerful predators instinct at having her natural prey before her. Her throat pulsed as a dainty swallow cleared her mouth of saliva that had begun to accumulate at a pace too rapidly for her to deal with. As a result, and despite how much she hated the idea, she resigned herself to drool slightly.
A short, stuttered breath escaped her mouth as it opened to allow her tongue to pour out to be dragged across his face. While a soft sound rumbled in her throat as she again sample the flavor his skin offered and her eyes drifted closed as she savored it. Then her tongue was on him again as she raked his head and upper body with a series of licks, with each one the urge to feed grew stronger and her mouth hinged open a little further.
Brian sat under her gaping maw as it loomed above him while it dripped and panted expectantly. He wanted to say something, make one final expression of the endless devotion to his master. But no words came to him, only the excitement and longing to give his flesh to the mighty Vixen before him. This was his purpose, his reason for being, his whole life from its first breath to now had been meant for this moment.
He closed his eyes and smiled contently as the only words he cared for came from his lips, ``My flesh... is yours...''
She could barely understand his quiet words through the pounding in her head and the deep, heavy breaths that swelled her lungs with his wonderful scent. However, when his words finally did register, it was as though a switch flipped in her head. It had become too much; too much for her to fight or resist anymore as all latent inhibition and fear within her ceased. The grip on her prey hardened as she thrust her head down to engulf him within her mouth and begin to work his upper half towards her throat.
Brian uttered a silent prayer as the wet sounds of her mouth surrounded him, in hopes that his dedication had earned a place for his soul. Despite the fear that welled up in him over what he was soon to be subjected to, a placid smile spread across his face as his head reached the back of her tongue. Which writhed under him as its soft, slimy surface worked to both taste every inch of his body and labor to deliver it into her hungry throat. An unseen void that seen loomed just in front of his nose that stretched away to a pit of slow, acidic death.
When his hair at last tickled the flesh at the top of her gullet, she took a deep breath, tipped her head up, and shoved him back into her throat with a surge of her tongue. She gulped at his upper body several times as it began to slip down her slender throat. The specialized cells within her neck expanded to allow passage of his body, a passenger far larger than would fit otherwise. Still, this was a new experience for her, and a small flutter of panic danced through her at the mild discomfort from the stretching of her virgin esophagus.
With a couple more deep, heavy swallows, his hips slipped into her hungry maw. All the while she continued to sweep her nimble tongue across him between each gulp. Working to take in his flavor and enjoy the experience as much as possible; not knowing if she would ever be able to do it again. As his midsection slid over her probing tongue to follow his upper half into her greedy gullet, she was presented with her own interesting taste mixed in with his.
To her surprise and amusement, when it touched his still semi-rigid member, she felt it twitch and convulse as it surged back to life. His hips even bucked against the soft flesh of it for a moment as they slid deeper inside. Had she been able to muster more control over the process she might have held him there for a moment, to allow him one last tribute to her.
The experience was fleeting, however, as his wide pelvis was soon gulped down her throat and his legs followed in quick succession, almost completely unaided. Soon, her tongue curled lovingly over his feet as they entered her mouth. And with only a brief heartbeats hesitation, she closed her jaws and sent them down her throat with one last mighty, gulping swallow.
Tracy couldn't help but trace the bulge made by the last of him as it was conveyed down her neck and into her body. She sat still for a moment and panted for air as Brien settled within her belly and her ribcage settled back into a more comfortable shape. Her hand settled onto the large bulge his body made and rubbed it thoughtfully as it shifted and bulged for a short time. Soon though, its movement ceased with one last spasm as his life was finally snuffed out within her. She hoped it had been before he endured too much of the pain associated with being trapped within such as place as her stomach.
Her mind filled with too many thoughts and ideas about what she had just experienced for her to process just then. So, she just sat quietly on the bed and enjoyed the joyously full feeling that washed over her, it really was as nice as they all said it was. The warm contentment at having a strange and, as yet unknown, ever-present hunger within her finally sated. She let her eyes close for a moment to bask in how her body was dealing with such a large meal but started when she realized that she had drifted off to sleep. Then, feeling a little embarrassed, she gathered her belongings and put on the robe by the door.
She walked out of the room; one hand lovingly placed over the large bulge caused by her full stomach. They had been right, of course, it had been and experience she would never forget and wanted to have again sometime. The bag of clothing swung from her other hand as she walked down the hallway to the recovery room, eager to talk what happened and learn more. One thing was for sure, Fenton was going to be spending a lot more than he expected on their anniversary, perhaps they could even come here together next time.
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