\n\t\t\t\t\tecmajor I had another kinky idea for a super short story. this is what I wrote in about three hours. I hope you all enjoy!Story begins as such:
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"Well, it's Thursday again bro." Royal looked over at her purple dragon brother, now turned a genetic female dragon through the injections administered earlier. Both the droogan and the dragon sat at the bar in silence, drinking their mixed pina collada snappers for a moment before Dancina responded. "Yup. Any idea who will be chosen this time?" Royal looked at her sibling before responding. "It's up to the high council to decide. I'm glad I'm not on this weeks list to pick, although that sucks that you weren't given any safety this time. The list is pretty thin it seems this time. You, that tan roo girl, Samantha the wolf, and Danika the cheetah." Dancina took one more drink and growled, noticing her tankard was empty. "Yeah, I can't stand that bitch Danika. I hope she gets called out and we can all get rid of that bitchy arrogant whore." Royal looked and laughed. "Oh just because when you were a guy she turned you down doesn't mean she's a bitch." Dancina gently put her mug back on the counter, trying to hold back her rage. "And what about when she had you declothed in front of the whole council when you were 16?" "Well, that was then, and this is now. I can let go of grudges after 5 years so it doesn't bother me." The Droogan replied back, almost as if she was expecting her sibling to ask about that.
"Hey, the bar is closing." The muscular male snow leopard bartender announced and was cleaning a glass cup and looking at the two, but specifically eyeing the droogan. "I got this." Dancina quickly responded and pulled out her small purse and opened it up. "Oh, no charge for you lovely ladies on one condition." The leopard sneered. Both girls looked at him a little surprised. "What is that?" Royal looked a little curious. "Provide me with some female company tonight, and we'll call it even." He replied. "Both of us?" Dancina questioned. "Nah, just this lovely droogan over here. I have a bit of a foot fetish and I'd like to give your girlfriend there a nice foot massage." Dancina and Royal both looked at each other, but weren't going to turn down free drinks. "Ok sis, I'll see you at home then." The leopard put the mug under the counter and the cleaning rag in it's bin. "And I shall take you to my place for the best massage and bubble bath of your life."
Dancina walked out and the door closed behind her as the droogan and snow leopard headed down the hallway in the opposite direction, near the employee housing. Each workshop place in the city had an attached employee lodging facility where the crews lived that worked in that particular shop. "Come dear, this way." The leopard took Royal's paw and gently lead her down two additional hallways and into his victoria condo-sized house. "By the way, what's your name?" Royal asked as she watched him fidget with his keys. "My what? OH! Jasper is my name, and yours?" She told him her name was Royal and they both entered his home. "Bedroom is down the hall, last door on the right. I'll be with you in one moment. I have to use the restroom first." He had lied, but she bought it. Jasper pointed down the hallway. "With you in a moment!" then he took off to the left and around a second corner. Royal walked down the hallway and noticed a partially open wash room door. She peeked inside but only for a moment before continuing her journey down and into the bedroom. "That's strange, why didn't he use this one?"
The droogan opened the door to his bedroom and noticed a large oaken trunk at the foot of his bed. It wasn't really spectacular, save for the menagerie of pictures of all sorts of women. She walked inside the room and kept the door open. She knelt down to investigate the pictures a little closer. A few of them she knew from the council, although they hadn't been heard from or seen since they were removed from the council. Royals ears perked as she heard water running coming from down the hallway but her mind was focused more on the pictures. They were cute snapshots and she wondered who the rest of the girls were too that he had pictures of. Royal stood up for a moment and was caught by the surprise of a large rag over her snout and an arm across her throat, both pulling her backwards. She dropped the picture in surprise and nearly lost her balance. She looked around as she was drug backwards and out of the bedroom. Royal tried kicking and fighting back, but her assailant continued to keep her just enough off balance as it dragged her out of the bedroom and towards the main room. With the washroom door open just enough she could see for just a moment in the mirror that it was Jasper who had her captive. The two reached the living room and then turned direction again, she could only predict was down the way the leopard came from. Several meters later her struggling had partially subsided and the paw from around her mouth grabbed her tail base and flung her backwards and head first into a giant kettle.
Royal continued the rotation in the pot until her head stuck out of the top crest of the water and she flailed around trying to find something to grasp onto. One of her hands, then the other grabbed the rim of the kettle and the droogan started to pull herself out. Quickly her head was pushed back down into the water by the leopard followed by a sharp pain in her own paws as a heavy lid was dropped on them. The droogan tried standing up again in the container, though only her head and neck were able to be above the waterline. She wiped the liquid from her eyes and noticed a half dozen round holes not much bigger than a pencil width each placed near the center in a hexagon pattern, and one larger hole off near the edge of the lid that was about the diameter of a soda can, but consideraly taller. "Hey what the fuck is the big idea asshole!" Royal shouted from inside.
Jasper heard her shouting and banging on the lid. "Now now, it's locked so you're not getting out. I told you I'd give you a bath now didn't I?" The leopard took a full page of newspaper and stuffed it between some frayed pieces of wood, which were stuffed into the larger chunks of wood. He then pulled out a match and struck it on the flinted side of the matchbox then placed it on top of the paper. Royal continued to bang on the lid, but the eight latches held tight. "Now what goes good with droogan soup?" the leopard chuckled and leaned in towards the pot's vent holes. "Any ideas darling? What would go good with soup made of you?"
Royal's voice was slightly dampened, but he could clearly hear "Fuck off asshole." "Now that isn't a nice way to talk to this predator." He replied, followed by a "tsk tsk" noise as he turned around and started pulling out some carrots, celery, onions, pepper, and garlic powder and started chopping them up, whistling while he did so. Royal could feel the temperature rise in her iron prison and could smell the wood now fully ignited. She kicked at the bottom sections of the kettle, but couldn't seem to get quite enough of a thrusting motion to tip the pot. She heard a lot of plopping noises and turned around, coming face to face with a large clump of still mostly powdered pepper. Naturally it started irritating her nose, and she couldn't help but let out a large sneeze. Hearing a few more similar plopping noises as more items were added through the wider chute, she realised that it was disturbing the water and causing the pain in her body to rise a bit more. The droogan girl splashed about more in pain, causing the water to stir up even more as her fur and flesh started boiling.
From the outside, Jasper smiled. "Yes, keep thrashing about. I like my soups to be well mixed. He could see the steam starting to rise from the kettles vent holes and knew it must be excruciatinly hot in the pot. Royal's thrashing slowly subsided as her own body became used to the higher temperatures of being boiled alive. "Are you done kicking around in there?" Jasper asked, and was replied with a soft moan of anguish. He knew she wouldn't last much longer before she passed out for good and so he quickly undid the latches to look at her. As he pulled the lid off, he noticed she had also well coated herself with the extra ingredients. "So my sweet dinner, any last words?" He grinned, not really caring what she had to say but still wanted to see if she would respond. Through her labored and fading breaths, she answered back. "If you. wanted. to cook me. you should have. used. the spitroast."