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Four hooves might have been better than two, but tauricly trotting around all day eventually made for all kinds of back pain. That wasn't the only thing ailing Addison, but it was the most obvious when watching her move about. She had to stop to stretch now and then, and she'd wince doing the simplest things around work. Some anonymous someone had evidently noticed, given the alpacataur came home to find a personalized invitation for a free night at the most prestigious spa around.

That was one word for it, anyway. It was no small thing, to accept such an invite, and just knowing that they had eyes on her for such a treatment gave her a bit of a startle at first. She turned the paper over in her hands as she stood in her doorway, still wearing her coat, the door still open. Her treatment was going to have an audience, it said, used as an instructional session for the new workers coming in. That was one reason she was a standing there a little nervous, but more importantly, she knew well the widely-spread rumour that the most "elite" treatment that place offered was the last one she'd ever need. So to speak.

She pondered for a while, still not fully inside her own apartment, and she thought about all those eyes that would be on her nude form as they did whatever it was they did to her. And then she promptly realized she was getting herself turned on right there in the hallway. That pretty well made up her mind for her, and she didn't even change her clothing. There wasn't exactly a dress code for such a thing after all.

A short trip later, and she was looking up at the towering building, with its jutting, post-modern architecture. Once through the doors and walking those stark hallways, dimly lit with calming colours, she was already feeling a little better. The warmth was just right, and delightful aromas wafted all around her, smooth and relaxing but never overwhelming. Everything seemed like it was prepared just for her, and she was still only in the lobby. Once she got to the desk, she briefly conversed with a plump dragoness who directed her down another hall, and off she went, tapping along to the sound of a gentle river.

On the other side of the door there was no audience yet. Just a peaceful room with a circle of aromatic candles flickering in greeting, meticulously set by the attendant. He was a gentle-eyed leopard, one who looked female on first glance, dispelling the illusion only when he cleared his voice to welcome her.

"Good to meet you, Addison," he said, offering his hand, which she gingerly shook. "I'm Mahiri."

"Hi there," Addie simply replied, unsure of just how to act in such a situation. "Are you going to be the one... doing it? Where is everyone?"

She didn't mean to sound so suspicious, but it was difficult to wrap her head around just what was coming. Especially when her surroundings seemed so mundane, like any other spa, albeit a particularly soothing one. The leopard shook his head with a little smile.

"I'll be getting you ready for your full treatment, then you'll be heading one room over to meet Benedict. It's important to get you feeling right before the process begins, so that's where I come in!"

He moved close, and for a moment she was startled by just how swiftly he shifted around behind her. As gentle as he seemed, he was still a leopard, and plenty taller than her too. But his voice was far too gentle, as were his purrs, for her to really worry much.

"If you don't mind, perhaps you could strip down so I can take some measurements?" he asked, not quite whispering but speaking in a low hum that was oddly soothing to her ears.

It wasn't that she didn't trust him, more that the whole scenario and her uncertainty had her a little on edge. But she did as asked, placing her coat over on a hook and removing everything beneath. All of it, she placed in a neatly folded pile.

She relaxed almost entirely the moment as she felt his expert touch, tingling with the sensation of him pressing his fingers in against her lower anthro back. Even just a gentle stroke against her bare skin, and she already felt considerably better, a cool sensation like liquid being poured over her body.

"Hmmm, yeah, I can see you're carrying plenty of tension. Let's get rid of that, shall we?" He underscored his words with a constant, gentle purr, the enjoyment of attending to someone getting the feline rumbling even before he really dug into her muscles.

"You can tell that just from a glance?" she asked, rolling her shoulders and sighing.

"Of course. I hope by the time I'm done, you'll like you could just float away to the clouds. But first, let's take a good look."

To her surprise, the cat didn't produce any sort of measuring device or other such. No tape, no rulers. Just his hands, and his claws, which while sharp, were entirely harmless as he pressed them to her lower back, right where her anthro half met feral. Up he went, scritching there with a pleasant scratchy sound, pressing in softly on either side of her spine, and sending a tingle all down to the very base of her tail as he worked. She wasn't sure what exactly he was measuring, but she wasn't going to ask questions when his attention felt that good.

He wasn't quite massaging yet, just scratching and examining her details. Once he got to her shoulders, he moved right up along the back of her neck until his claws were combing smoothly through her fluffy hair. He took each of her ears between his fingers and rubbed them against his thumb, kneading from the very tip down to the base before simply touching at her face. Every feature got its own special attention, from her forehead to her brow. Down along her cheeks, and then up to press down softly on the tip of her nose. Her chin got a thorough scritch, and then he simply ran his hands down her arms until he could squeeze each of her fingers in turn, tightly pressing upon the space between each knuckle, up and then down again.

There was still so much more to come, and she already felt relaxed enough that it was getting hard to stand. Seemingly satisfied with whatever he had appraised, the spotted cat moved away again, fetching a few things from a drawer. She didn't flinch, but did feel a bit wary when she saw him carefully wielding a long straight razor with one hand, and a can of shaving cream in the other, along with a few towels over his arm. A shave like that took a very steady hand, but she already had a pretty good sense of his feline dexterity.

He didn't comment on what he was doing as he got started, and she didn't feel the need to ask. It felt good just to soak it in, as he applied some of the warm cream to her back, and then dragged the razor down in smooth strokes, leaving only her bare skin behind. Every strand of fur and hair was shaved from her in patch after patch, and he made sure to give that newly exposed skin some rubs in between strokes that were leaving her pink and naked from her shoulders to her tail. He never slipped, never nicked her, and she simply closed her eyes as she felt him working, sparing nothing, not even the most intimate of details.

From her back, her sides, to her belly and her front, he made sure she was completely hairless before long. She was left tingling as that cream worked its odd effect on her, skin never stinging despite how close a shave he had given. It took some time, but it felt like nothing, and his attention never wavered all throughout. When he was done, he set aside his tools and got to warmly towelling her down, cleaning off all the stray hairs and smears of tingly cream. Then he stood in front of her and gave her a little smile, which she returned.

"There we go. I hope you're not chilly. Your legs are looking tired, so let's get you on the bed over here shall we? I have something very special I think you'll like. You're going to be the first one to try it."

Soon he was sifting through some vials until he came upon the one he wanted. It was a clear fluid, to the point the glass looked empty, and he gave it a gentle shake while he gestured to a table. Not the usual sort of massage table - that would have been awfully difficult for a taur like her to lie on. Instead, it was more just a giant cushion, with plenty of room for her to stretch out on. So she climbed up, and laid herself into its cushioned embrace, feeling the squishy foam conforming to her body in such magnificent ways, to the point she felt she might just fall asleep then and there.

That would have meant missing out on the massage though, and she focused her attention on the warmth of the leopard's friendly purrs as he approached, rubbing some sweetly-scented oil between his hands. She couldn't place that aroma, but it was flowery and yet a bit savoury. Like something she would have loved to eat, if the smell was coming from a meal.

The brief chill she felt was soon scrubbed from her naked skin once she felt his hands. There was magic in them, plain and simple. He knew exactly where to touch, where to apply pressure and where to be gentle. She found herself sighing from head to belly before he even began properly rubbing. Once those fingers were pressing in deep, digging into her muscles and banishing the tension from them until she felt more liquid than alpaca, she was outright moaning. She couldn't bring herself to care how suggestive it sounded when that talented cat was working up her flanks, her feral and anthro backs, her shoulders, and then around to her front.

Nothing was too intimate, even if she giggled slightly when his fingers softly clasped at her breasts, working deep in and around them, using just a bit of claw. Aside from the pleasure of being attended to like that, there was something else. That oil was doing more than just smelling good. As it worked into her skin, she felt a tingle growing over every inch he had touched. Subtle at first, but growing into sparks of pleasure, like little blissful flames licking over her body, making her just clench her eyes shut and continue her deep groaning towards the ceiling.

"If you're wondering," came the leopard's soft voice, as he took one of her hands and began to press his thumbs into her palms and each finger in turn. "This oil has some special properties. I don't know how it works exactly, but not only does it feel amazing, it's going to make sure you don't feel even a hint of pain during all the stuff that's going to happen. You'll feel the opposite, actually. You'll see!"

Addie just gave a slow nod, entirely enraptured under his kind attention. He was being more firm with her by then, pressing his digits into each of her hands in turn as if to have them come out the other side. Then he worked his way up her arms, seeming to sap all the strength from them as he lulled those muscles into a rubber-like state, kneading deep enough to touch the bone beneath them. All of it was pleasure, and not just where he touched. It crackled through her body like forks of lightning, amplifying an already wonderful experience to something nearly enlightening.

Especially when he worked the back of her neck, leaning close to her, purring all the while. He gave her a deep grip there, but didn't choke her, merely held her tight and worked those muscles. A firm pull and her neck gave a pop, but she was far too content to be startled by the sudden noise. And the relief came soon after, loosening her up to such a dreamy, floaty state. When the tips of his fingers and his claws pressed up between her ears, sweetly scraping into her scalp from back to front, she could only whimper a little. The scratchy sound alone was enough to send tingles all the way to her hooves, dancing down her spine.

But there was plenty more of her to attend to, and he was swiftly down her body once he'd given a good head-scratch from the base of one ear to the other. She felt his fingers sliding down her back, but his attention was on her feral half before long. There, he could get a bit rougher. He knelt just beside her hindquarters, and reapplied the oil to be certain her bare back was getting a proper sheen of the tingly stuff. Then her skin was rolling, folding, then pulling back taut to her body as he worked on her. Rougher than before, really pressing to her muscles, until she felt like his soft hands were inside her. Where such deep-tissue attention might have normally hurt, she could still only feel those luxurious sensations, those pulses of pleasure that were ramping up to the point she was getting just some small bit turned on by how thoroughly the purring cat was touching her. He didn't miss a detail.

At his slightest urging, she flopped to the side, feeling more like a bowl of liquid being spilled than a solid being at that point. That exposed her belly to him, and he was just as thorough there. It felt as if he might have been rearranging her internals under that pressure - such strength in a delicate-looking feline! The pressure from her median to her belly and her ribs was considerable, requiring the cat to roll his body back and forth with each kneading squeeze he gave, just to generate momentum. She felt a few pops in her joints as he worked down to the bottom, and then could only briefly giggle out when he took her teats between his fingers, squeezing them and pinching at the nips. It tickled, but not in a bad way.

For a moment she thought he was about to wordlessly mount her, and by then she she was ready for it. But his intentions remained relatively innocent, instead just slipping behind her hindquarters and taking them in the breadth of his hands. His thumbs dug into her hips with such force that her legs twitched wildly, and he gave such care to her booty as he planted his entire hands on either cheek. Working it up and down, she felt the muscles moving, jiggling just a little but mostly taut as he worked even them to that transcendent ecstasy.

She wasn't sure how long she could stay conscious through it all, much less move or speak. He gave her a moment, finishing off his thorough oiling with a grip on her tail, rubbing it to the end and down again. None of his touches, as intimate as they were, crossed the line to outright sexual, but her anticipation and mere enjoyment still had her just a little aroused. He probably noticed, but remained professional, sliding his hands along her sides as he moved his way way back to her front, retracing his steps and ensuring the glistening oil was worked deep into her skin, blocking out all the worries of pain to come.

The final touch was to give her face a good coating, and he spent his time on that. Every single feature, from the underside of her chin, up over her cheeks and forehead, then back down all around her eyes and along the bridge of her nose, got their own moments. She kept her eyes shut while he massaged her, still with plenty of muscle but never hurting her. Even when she felt his fingers pressing into her lips, kneading at her teeth and gums beneath. Every part of her needed to be soothed, even if she never thought they could be.

When she didn't feel him rubbing for a while, she slowly opened her eyes, feeling like she had slept for a week. He was standing there before her, slowly towelling off his palms while he smiled to her. His tail swished back and forth, raised and curled, and he looked awfully proud of himself. Which was only fitting, she thought, when he'd given her such a heavenly treatment as to leave her feeling melted, useless, unable to even think unpleasant thoughts when so much comfort was coursing through her body. She smiled back, knowing there were no words to communicate how thankful she felt, and that only made him purr more deeply.

"I'll give you all the time you need," he assured. "There's no rush to move. When you're ready, just take my hand, and I'll guide you to meet our butcher."

That word was such an ominous one, yet she didn't feel frightened to hear it. More, it simply made her chest leap with excitement, as if only reminded then about what was going to happen to her. She couldn't get too worked up, in such a relaxed state, but she could feel her heart quickening, and the heat of her arousal growing warmer. As much as she could have laid there all day and night, she simply reached for his hand and grasped it, interlocking fingers. She couldn't wait to see what was in store for her.

The trek was a slow one, with her legs wobbling the entire way. The leopard simply held her hand and helped her along, though he wasn't strong enough to really support her. Together they respectively trotted and padded down the hall to the adjacent room, while she hummed to herself all the way, still tingling all over. The room was filled with faces, but they all went politely quiet when they saw her enter, and she was greeted by a hefty mass of bear whose warm smile didn't speak of any inner bloodlust. Could he have been the butcher? He didn't quite look the type.

Still, she took his offered hand and felt it envelop her own in its massiveness. The ursine fellow was towering, and near as thick. His black fur was adorned with brown highlights around his muzzle and his belly, which was considerable but backed by ample muscle. Soft and inviting on the one hand, immense and intimidating on the other. His heft alone could have crushed her, and as friendly as his smile was, there was a gleam to his somewhat unnaturally golden eyes that hinted at more than what she saw. And that made her more than mildly turned on.

"Hello Addison. I'm glad you could be with us today. I've been hoping to get a lovely tauric body like yours on my table for some time now." His voice was all bass, resonant, but he sounded jolly and gentle.

"It's my pleasure. Mmm. I'm already feeling wonderful after all the prep work. If a little naked."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. You still look positively luscious." He emphasized that with a lick of her lips, once she followed closely with her eyes. "Now let's get you up, and we can begin."

The table was strangely warm to the touch when she climbed up on top of it, with the help of the bear's big paws boosting her. That was a relief, given just how naked she was. She might have been fairly well-shorn before the shaving, but being completely bare was a recipe for getting chilly. The bear was plenty warm too, as was the rest of the room, which brought out a bit of a scent from his heated fur. It was pleasant, sweet, with just a hint of masculine musk to tantalize her further.

The leopard departed, not joining the audience, but there were plenty of predators in the room, watching. Every member of that audience was carnivorous, full of big cats, of canines, of dragons and crocodiles. Some of them sized her up with hungry expressions, all but drooling as they jealously waited for the bear's demonstration. Others adopted a more professional outlook, their notebooks up and their pens poised to jot down everything they saw. Either way, all eyes were upon her.

She would have been nervous if not for the bear's gentle touch. His paws were much bigger and less precise than the leopard's, but they still spread those tingles all over her skin as he caressed up and down. Strokes to her feral half became deep squeezes into those well-soothed muscles, as he sized her up and examined every detail of her form.

"Before the cutting begins, it is important to get a proper feel for the fat on your body," he casually spoke, his tone not carrying the weight of his words. "Addison here is nice and lean, so only the most precise tools will do the trick."

With that, he opened a drawer beneath the table was she was stretched out on, producing a metallic clink from within as the contents rattled around. She chanced a peek, and found herself looking at a whole assortment of deadly blades. From the tiniest paring knife to a massive, pristine butcher's cleaver with a square blade bigger than her head. A few other more inexplicable implements were there to widen her eyes, including a long, shining hook and a corkscrew, but he instead chose a long, pointed kitchen knife bigger than any she had ever seen. It was more like a machete.

Before he did anything with it, he instead leaned close to her ear. His breath was hot and sweet, like something she would have loved to simply linger in a while. He spoke comforting things, but for the first time she caught just the smallest hint of bloodlust beneath his words.

"My only hope is that you get as much pleasure from this as I do. There will be no pain, but nonetheless do not be afraid to speak if anything I do makes you uncomfortable," he assured her.

Addie simply nodded. She was too eager to see what he had in store for her to delay it further. She sucked in a breath as he ran the edge of that blade up along the back of her neck, letting her feel just how perfectly sharpened it was. Having it up to her neck like that meant she was a simple gesture away from bleeding out in seconds, but he was in no rush to end it. Instead, he brought that knife up higher until he was lifting up one of her bare ears with it, letting it balance on the knife's edge.

His voice went lower. "Were this not a demonstration, I might spend even longer taking you apart. There are so many little features on your body I would love to gnaw on a while. So many little pieces I simply must consume. Starting with these."

It took her a moment to even realize he was cutting, with the absence of pain. At first, that knife was so sharp, she didn't feel a thing. Then came a surprising surge of pleasure, enough to make her gasp as it crackled down her scalp and rolled down the back of her neck, right along with the warmth of her own blood. It flowed freely from that lifted ear, as the bear grasped it between two fingers and smoothly sliced it off, with a sense of savoury indulgence in his cutting motion. Into his muzzle it went once severed, and he loudly chewed upon it until there was nothing more to chew.

She was already buzzing, already thrumming with a sensation nearly like an orgasm moving all through her body, making her lips quiver in more than one sense. It was the smallest wound, at least compared to what was to come, but it was already projecting her to peaks of zesty joy she'd only imagined. And those peaks only got higher when she felt his teeth upon her flesh, digging into her remaining ear and biting down with a vise-grip, all the force in the bear's might jaws going to biting off that small piece of her. This time the cut was more jagged, with the teeth marks left in the fleshy stump as he tore that meat from her head. In moments it was pasted like the first, swallowed down to fill the bear's belly with the first taste of alpacataur meat.

She was bleeding plenty, but it wasn't quite flowing like she expected. Perhaps that was part of that oil working into her skin, keeping her from passing out too quickly. This treatment was going to last a while, and she was bursting with delight and arousal the whole time, knowing how much the bear was enjoying her. He was getting more than just food out of her - the butchering process was firming up that broad, dark spire of bearcock, rising as licked her blood from his lips.

The only question was what he might eat next. She gave a gasp as he moved down to firmly tug at her tail, stretching it out to the point he was testing the strength of its base. That would have hurt a lot normally, but it simply made her clench in pleasure. Even more when he lopped it off in a single swing, sending the warmth of her blood trickling down her nethers. He ate that piece as well, and loudly, before giving her a stroke up and down the back, claws dragging along her skin the whole way.

"There is almost nothing you have I will not eat, Addie. So many details to feast upon. Let's rid you of the only exceptions." He was almost growling, but it was a friendly rumble, one that just made her feel warm.

A tap to her hip, and she took the hint to roll over and sprawl on her side. That had her legs all stretched out, her hooves resting together on the edge of that cutting table. Benedict drew his blade through a cloth and set it aside, fetching instead that massive cleaver she saw earlier. She was breathing quickly, not for fear, but for the excitement of seeing and feeling it used on her body. Up, and down in a heavy swing, thudding down with a crunch and a clack, dicing through every one of her ankles at once, leaving her hooves to fall from them and clatter cacophonously down to the floor.

She looked down to the stumps at the end of her legs. They were almost perfectly smooth, the flesh and bone alike chopped through with a single slice. She was steadily bleeding down to the floor, and into the drains there, and slight numbness spread up her legs with time. But before the numbness there were the sparks, the shocks of bliss. Losing her ears was one thing. Something she could live without. But now she wasn't walking out of there.

That thought alone had her squirming there, writhing back and forth and perhaps looking like she were having a fit. The bear simply took one of her hoofless lower legs and held it up, spreading her out some, exposing her shaved belly to the audience. She was hardly thinking of them anymore, more just watching the bear as he smiled to her and brandished that brutal blade.

He didn't hesitate to bring it down again. This time, to the spot where her thigh met her underside. As before, it didn't need a second swing. It sunk right through her leg, and stuck deeply into the table below. Even her bones couldn't slow it for a second. That left her down a leg, and he left the cleaver stuck in the table to lift that severed limb to his jaws. She was tingling, biting her lip as she watched him clean her flesh from the bone in savage bites, ripping the meat clean off and messily chewing it before her, letting the blood flow freely down his chest. To be such a feast only made her warmer, hotter, outright moaning at the sight as if she could feel it.

Once he was down to nothing but a reddened bone stretched between his two paws, he set to her other leg. He simply seized it, and directed the bloody end to his jaws, stuffing it in whole and attached. Up until then, her moans had been relatively subtle, but when she heard the crunch of her own bones, she was crying out. She curled her fingers into her palms and wiggled there in his grasp while he crushed her leg to dust and shreds between his teeth, biting off a big chunk, bone and all, and swallowing it down, and repeat. He was moving up towards her belly one crunchy bite at a time, the noise filling the entire room with the sound of alpaca bone splintering between the big bear's teeth.

He ate all the way to the end of her leg, swallowing the last of it. There was plenty of meat inside his belly already, but there was so much more for her to give. She still had two legs left, but that was about to change. One of her forelegs, he simply took in both hands, and began to tug and twist at. She was stimulated by the invigorating feeling of her leg popping from its joint, then the flesh and skin starting to tear as he applied that enormous ursine strength to her. An extended ripping sound filled the room, and soon the bear pulled her leg right off in a spatter of gore. That, he feasted on just like the previous, loudly crunching clean through bone until there was nothing left but the stain upon his brown-furred muzzle.

The last, he merely brought his teeth to, tearing mouthfuls of flesh from it as the table and the floor below grew bloodier by the moment. She watched the muscle and tendons stretching from her leg as the bear tugged at it, giving a yank and a turn of his head to tear off another mouthful. She could still hear him chewing even without ears, and she was finding herself growing wetter every time those teeth came down upon a mouthful of her body, mingling her juices with the blood that slowly trickled from the stump of her former tail.

Once she was entirely legless, but for the bones hanging, soaked, where one foreleg used to be, he rolled her over completely. Her lower half was merely a weight at that point, one her upper body couldn't support, and so she just laid out flat, fully exposed to him. He had a new knife before long, one with a hooked blade, but before he used it he simply massaged her belly a while. The pricks of his claws sinking into her skin gave her some more flickers of sweetness, only for the stimulation to grow overwhelming once he sunk that gutting knife into her underside. In a moment, he was slicing from her feral chest to her teats, and then two more times across her ribs, forming a deep Y that allowed him access to her more precious of meat.

She never thought such a thing would almost make her cum, but she was left clenching down at a peak of bliss when she felt him spreading her body cavity open, exposing her many organs beneath. It helped that she could feel his cock, fat and slick, grinding up and down against her hind end, adding pre to the mess there as he humped and rubbed himself between her haunches. A little of that, and soon after he sunk his shaft into her, pressing deeply down to the base so that she could feel his plump balls tapping up against her soaked nethers. He reached up to stroke her cheek, giving her that same smile, before starting to fuck her at the same time as digging into her guts with those scimitar-like claws.

All she could do was writhe there in an increasing pool of her own blood. It was enough that she could have passed out, but she remained awake and buzzing all the while as stimulation gushed blissfully through her insides. She felt him gripping at pieces of her innards, stroking his soaked fingers over them and seeming to simply admire their texture a while as he thrust into her sopping cunt. By then her blood was serving as extra lube.

"You have such beautiful organs," he said to her, and as odd as it was she found it to be a sweet compliment. It was just how he said it. He raised his voice to address more than just her. "An interesting thing about taurs, is their redundancies in build. I can remove a great deal of her organs, and she will keep on living. Watch."

That he spoke so steadily while plunging that fat shaft in and out of her, jiggling those folded-over flaps of skin, it almost made her giggle. But the time for that was over, as she simply gasped until she choked, intoxicated by the pleasure to the point she could only stare at the ceiling. Even having her less-vital organs slowly scooped out of her body was just like an internal massage, despite how much a mess he was making of her. She was fading, but slowly, still plenty alive all through the hollowing of her body as he bit deeply into her liver, her kidneys, splattering gore out with every juicy bite until his whole chest and belly were layered in chunky gore.

The feast was growing swifter. Less savoured, and more ravenous. The bear's bloodlust was winning over, but only slightly. He fucked her until she was little more than an empty cavity with a cock slipping in and out of her. All but the essentials ended up inside him. Intestines, unwound and consumed. Her stomach, plucked out and squished between his teeth. All the bits she could live without, at least for a few more minutes, thanks the the help of those special oils slowing her excessive bleeding. Maybe it was more than just that at that point, but either way, she remained alive, conscious, even as a bear feasted on her from the inside out.

He left her womb, her genitals, and she watched them bulging with the shape of his member plunging in and out of her. He gave a grunt, and a buck that shook her along with the whole table, the whole room really, and she felt his richly hot cum flowing into her. Her womb was left swollen, and she clenched down with pleasure, nearly climaxing that very moment herself, but she held onto it. A little longer. A little more. That part of her body still worked, despite how much was missing, eaten, and she wanted to save her peak, let it build, clenching and dripping, until the perfect moment.

That was one Benedict was more than happy to give. He pulled from her with a slop of reddened cum. He'd damaged her insides in the process of pounding her too, adding to the bleeding, but that hardly mattered. She was numbing some, losing some of the pleasure, but she still burned beneath her tail stub, was still puffing and whimpering as her orgasm teetered ever close. One slip, and she was going to squirt for him.

He moved up close to her face, giving a kiss to her cheek, stroking up and down her arm. "It's almost time for you to die. You were such a lively thing. Such a spark of life in you. And that's why, quite frankly, it's going to feel so good to snuff out your flickering flame."

There was nothing malicious in his words. She even got a sense of affection from him. Even if he was taking her softly by the wrist, placing one finger into his mouth all the while. Crunch went his jaws, and he wrapped his teeth around the next, and the next. Eating her digits from smallest to largest, until her hand was fingerless, and then just a stump with one more big bite of those bear jaws. There was so much power to them. She felt like her bones were simply made of jelly when he bit through them with such ease.

One hand off, and then the other ended up pushed past his lips as he took it in all at once. He seemed poised to swallow her entire arm for a moment, but he just lined his fangs up around her wrist, and snipped right through. Palm and fingers went down his throat whole, the gulp making her shudder just a little. There wasn't much left of her to eat. Not much she could survive anyway. It was time to finish it.

"And now let me help you depart this world," he gently said, kissing her directly on the lips, letting her taste her own blood. "You've already made me cum. But I'm going to do it again, over and over, just thinking about the way you twitch and die. I'll be thinking of your lungs ceasing to inflate, your heart pumping its very last. You are such luscious prey for a lucky bear like me. I'm glad I could be your end."

She could only smile, an expression that was lost when she was embraced by his drooling maw. His fangs slid over her face and skull, grazing her skin, but not piercing. He didn't wrap around her throat, but instead around her whole head, pressing his teeth down, tighter, tighter, but taking it slowly. She felt her jaw begin to separate from her face as he bit through it from the one side. On the other, her skull was simply shattering, a little at a time, cracking and caving inwards from the pressure. He was going to crush her head to pieces in a single bite.

She felt her lungs puffing desperately, felt her exposed heart pounding. She shook and she choked out her attempt at a scream. Not in fear, not in regret. But finally in absolute, perfect ecstasy, pumping through her entire body, alight with all those tingles. There wasn't a single part of her that wasn't buzzing, wasn't crackling with electric pleasure. And she gushed, squirted out her juices after holding them for so long. They were bloody, given all the damage to her pussy, but that didn't diminish her supreme, final climax, soaking all the table and the floor behind as she bucked and shook and whimpered into the bear's gullet.

All the while, she was dying. Her thoughts became clouded as bear fangs dug into her brain from behind, her skull shattered, all but turned to dust by the strength cleaving through her face. The last thing she heard with those stubs of ears was a crunch, and then the squish of the precious meat within. She had time for one last thought, one last second to savour the idea of being the bear's prey, filling his belly and turning into fat and muscle for him, before all went dark and the only remaining sign of life were her final violent twitches and spasms, shaking all over the table as her shredded, half-eaten body fell utterly still.

The bear chewed on her head a while, savouring the feeling of her face shredding between his teeth, her skull cracking into easily-crunched pieces, and the source of all her thoughts squishing down his throat. All her memories became his food. He chomped and messily gnawed until he had gulped down her entire skull, and everything within, pulling back from the bloodied stump and letting her body flop limply to the table with a conclusive wet thud. He could only lick his lips and teeth a while, savouring how she tasted while alive. There was plenty of her in his belly already, and he rubbed at his gut contentedly, smearing her blood through his fur, enjoying the feeling of the weight within him.

There was still plenty of her left, of course. Once the excitement, the sexual energy had faded from the moment into a soothing afterglow, the demonstration became much more subdued. The class was gave their rapt attention as he showed them how to prepare the meat that was left. A short knife beneath her skin, and he was peeling it right off of her, and not discarding it either. That could be cooked up along with the steaks he was soon chopping from her sides and her belly. He'd already helped himself to plenty of her, but there was meat enough on her remaining bones that he was able to slice up some tasty fresh cuts, piled up and gathered by some assistants from the audience

Shortly after, and she was the guest of honour at a predatory cookout just outside the spa. Her flesh became delicious seasoned steaks. Her skin a salted, crispy treat. And even her bones were crunched up raw by the strong-jawed types in attendance, or broken up to be used later in soup. The observers mingled after the show, chatting about what they'd seen, how much they'd enjoyed it, what a perfect subject Addie was for such a thing. And how much they were looking forward to trying what they saw on the guests due to arrive to the spa that week.

The bear remained among them afterwards, still naked and bathed in fresh blood, but no one even bothered to point it out. In the end, she was his prey, and went to further delight the palettes of many other predators, as they gobbled down her flavourful meat, mouthful by mouthful. Any last sign of her was gone, but for the weight within those beasts, those predators. Most of her was melting down deep in the belly of the bear, soon to join him and become part of him, melted and absorbed into his great girth forevermore.