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You stride down the Tourtuga space station's corridors, your lupine senses assaulted by the sight, sound and scent of a dozen species. You have little trouble making your way through the crowds as even those who do not realize that you are a pirate captain recognize such a large anthro wolf as a top predator and stay out of your way. You head down the corridors of the station to your favorite restaurant in the sector. It is one with an eclectic clientele, and an even more unusual menu. Ah, you can see the sign now.

*Fenris Restaurant *

We Serve Every Species*

*Subject to availability

Coming in the door your lupine nose can already smell the mouthwatering meals within, your wolf ears picking up the sounds of happy customers stuffing themselves. As you enter the naga hostess greets you.

"Hello again Captain. Your usual table is available, Jessica here will seat you." She gestures to the bunny-eared waitress.

"Please follow me," says the voluptuous bunny-girl.

You eagerly comply, as it gives you a chance to check out her sashaying cotton-tail. The lush curves of your waitress are inspiring more than one type of hunger within you.

You pass some other diners and their meals on the way to your table. In one booth an arachnid-morph has a moaning woman in a multi-limbed embrace, fangs deep in her flesh sucking out her fluids. In another, a pair of kicking legs dangle from the mouth of a reptilian creature. At that table over there an ecstatic looking mouse-girl is disappearing into a gelatinous blob. The customers really seem to enjoy their food, and vise-versa.

After seating you at your favorite table the bunny-girl hands you a menu and gives her sales pitch.

"We have a selection of humans, both wild caught and farm raised. Of course we have a variety of cloned prey-furs ready for consumption. And if you have a taste for something more exotic please check out our specials menu. I am sure that you will see something you like."

There are several tempting options on the menu. Yet there seemed to be some choice fresh meat close at hand. Your wolfish muzzle has been fairly watering at the prospect ever since you came in.

"I think I see something I like right now. Any chance of you being on the menu?"

"I think I can help a handsome wolf like you work up an appetite, and I know just the place for some privacy," the beautiful bunny-eared waitress whispers in your ear.

You silently thank the gods for your luck. Not only is your waitress a delight to behold, but seems devoted to customer service.

You gladly follow the cute cottontail of your waitress as she leads you to the black of the restaurant. You both pass (perhaps dangerously close) the kitchen entrance. Glancing inside you can see a tasty looking sheep-girl reclining in a large ice-cream bowl and being drizzled with chocolate sauce and whipped cream by the chef. A truly decadent dessert if ever you saw one.

The waitress regains your attention as she types a code into an electronic lock. It would not do to have the main course run out the back. The door opens revealing what looks like a large storeroom. Not very romantic, but it does seem private. You step inside and the door closes behind you.

"It was easier getting you back here than I thought. Now, I have a business proposition for you." You tilt your lupine head in puzzlement at the change in the bunny-eared womans demeanor from flirty to businesslike.

"I was waiting for someone like you to come in to the restaurant. I need safe passage for two off the station, without a lot of questions and no Fleet entanglements. I can pay, cash, half now and half on arrival."

You contemplate the request. Pirates do not normally take on passengers, but you are intrigued. Looking over her bodacious bunny body you can think of worse people to take a trip with. Though she may find sharing a ship with a pirate crew more than she bargained for.

You take a moment to consider your reply.

"So who is this other person you want to take with you?" you ask.

"She should be along shortly. Having her along should not be a hardship, not for a big bad wolf like you."

There is a knock at the other door, three quick and two slow, must be a code.

"That would be her." Speak of the devil.

The bunny-girl waitress turns and walks over to the inner door that links the vore club to the store room, giving you another chance to check out that cottontail of hers. She types in an access code, the door slides open.

A petite mouse-girl with platinum blond hair pokes her head in through the doorway then slips inside the storeroom. The 20-something mouse-morph clocks in at under five feet, and in her tight fitting outfit could pass for a human gymnast if not for the mouse ears and tail.

The curvy bunny-girl steps behind the newcomer, one arm around her waist while the other strokes her hair and ears.

"I was able to convince Cindy here that coming with me would be a better option than ending up as a tasty appetizer at a vore restaurant."

You get the feeling that there is more to the story than the bunny girl is saying. Still you have to agree with her on one thing, Cindy sure does look tasty.

The bunny-girl tightens her possessive grip on Cindy, pinning the mouse-girls arms.

"I figured that I would have a better chance of reaching my destination if I brought something to sweeten the deal. And I can tell you from experience that Cindy here is very sweet."

Your lupine ears prick up in surprise at this unexpected turn of events. Just what sort of payment is the cute mouse-girl supposed to be? The bunny eared girl clears up some of the mystery after giving the mouse-girl an affectionate squeeze.

"I promised Cindy here I would find her a real predator to swallow her, not just some random restaurant customer. A big bad wolf space-pirate fits the bill perfectly." She nips gently at the smaller womans mouse ear, eliciting a delighted giggle.

"Oh yes, he's perfect! A big strong pred to gobble me up and make me part of him. So how do you want to eat me Captain? Head first or bottoms up?" She poses to show off her slim figure to best effect.

You fairly drool at the prospect of devouring the mouse-girl. Who knows when such a tasty looking morsel will offer herself to you again. Life is unpredictable, have dessert first.

"Bottoms-up I think."

"Oh goodie," replies the mouse-girl, frantically striping off her clothing. The bunny-girl assists her, helping to unwrap your treat. Well she was working as a waitress when you met her, only fitting that she help serve up your meal.

Cindy kneels on a flattened box with head down and rump raised, presenting you with some mouthwatering grade-A mouse-meat. The bunny-girl gives one firm cheek a gentle smack (there is a last time for everything) before stripping off her shirt revealing her own delightful assets.

You kneel behind the mouse-girl. You give each cheek a tasting lick and playful nip, prompting her to wiggle her hips most tantalizingly.

She looks so good, you have half a mind to mount her. Still her delicious taste has set your stomach to growling, and the bunny-girl waitress looks willing to help you burn off those Cindy calories.

"Such a tasty mouse-girl, you are going to fill this wolfs belly nicely."

"Oh yeah, make a meal out of me. Eat me!" responds the eager mouse-girl. Cloned prey-furs are weird, wanting so desperately to jump down a predator gullet. Fortunately one seldom has to put up with the weirdness for long.

You start by taking the tip of Cindys mouse tail into your wolfish muzzle, slurping it up like spaghetti. You then come to the main event, a scrumptious serving of mouse-meat. You open your jaws wide and fasten your fanged maw around the bent over mouse-womans rump.

Chomp.

Cindy squeaks at the sudden wet heat and pinprick pressure. Stretching your mouth wide you work your way forward, taking her entire rear into your mouth. Your tongue works at her creamy center, sending her over the top repeatedly. Best part of a vorish meal.

This position would be awkward with larger prey, but your black market V.O.R.E. nanotech enhancements let you stretch to take in the petite mouse-girl.

Her rump squeezes into your throat as your jaws pin her thighs to her abdomen, knees pressed to breasts. Her thigh meat tastes delightful sliding over your tongue.

Your prey firmly imbedded in your mouth, you grip her firmly in your clawed hands and lift her into the air, dangling feet leaving the ground forever. You tilt your head back and let gravity help you swallow her hips down, breasts slipping into your maw. She moans in delight at the feel of your rippling throat massaging her tender meat.

Her way clear, the bunny-girl waitress kneels in front of you and begins unbuckling your pants, evidently not satisfied with being a passive observer of this feast. Nimble fingers first free your member and then grasp it, bunny-eared girl cooing in appreciation at its size before she takes it into her mouth. She works at taking you to the root, swallowing your little soldier as she watches you swallow her lover.

Her calves are forced to straighten out, framing her cute face as her platinum blonde head descends toward the hungry darkness.

"Yes, yes, YES! Eat me!" exclaims your mouse eared snack as she vanishes down the hatch, head slipping into your maw.

Her shoulders stretch your throat, trailed by upper arms, head (after an affectionate licking), slim calves, dainty feet, and curled toes. Lastly only her hands are visible. She gives the outside world one last wave goodbye before you make one more great swallow and she vanishes completely into the darkness.

Gulp.

At this point you yourself go over the top and give the bunny-eared waitress her own treat, which she hungrily swallows.

Cindy the mouse-meal slips down into your stomach and curls into a tight ball. Looking down her outline makes a surprisingly small bulge for having a sentient inside you. Feeling her movements within you figure she must be franticly trying to get herself off one last time. The waitress strokes the wriggling outline under your fur and places one rabbit ear to your gut, listening to the faint gurgles and muffled moans.

That was a truly succulent snack. A tasty and cooperative meal, not to mention an eager to please waitress. Not harmed a bit by the lack of atmosphere in the storeroom. There is just one nagging question.

What about dessert?