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I couldn't help but wink to the off camera prey as the countdown began for the show to start. He was quite a nice catch, a sleek, strong wolf taur, though I did never quite catch his name. Prey will work fine though, as he won't be needing one for long. The bright lights gleaming down on my scales as the director shouts "three, two, one, action!"

And all the cameras light up. I begin my intro, starting the show as I do every time; in the nude before all those cameras and audience members. My sheath fills as I introduce the secret ingrediant for today's show, "Wolf Taur!"

The sleek taur nervously pads out, ears blushed pink, though his sheath is quite full, red flesh peeking from it. I give him a hand, helping him up to the front to the stage to show his lean cuts of meat to the audience "now Prey, how were you to get cooked again? Could you tell the audience for me?" I smile wider as he gulps and shifts those four paws nervously with his reply, "um.. spit roast..."

"yes, that's right, we have an extra special show today," rumbled the dragon, enjoying the anxious look upon his meal's face, "we'll need to get an extra long spit for this, but thankfully we have that ready."

I can't help but grin more as Prey squirms, watching as nearly a dozen feet of steel spit is set out by a fat tanuki assistant. He gets the job of getting the massive charcoal pit to glow red hot while I prepare the meal, working quietly and unobtrusively off the side of the camera. I commence explaining to Prey what will happen to him, how he'll be shaved, rubbed with spices, and then of course, fitted for roasting. "However, before you squirm too much, we do have a few things for you to chew on to enhance your experience. A secret mix of herbs and spices that will help ease the pain from being impaled..."

I offer him the curiously strong smelling wad, strangely spicey and enticing. Prey curiously sniffing it before he slowly begins to chew and gnaw on it... already a little flush in his ears. "It will help disassociate pain, and let you relax, so it will hurt, but it won't hurt badly. Pain will also be eased some, to a rough discomfortable feeling instead. Now of course, it's time for you to relax, we've got a lot of fur to shave"

A small gaggle of assistants commence to help secure and hold down the grand wolf taur's body... as a buzz and hum of shavers begin. "We'll get back to him after we prepare the spice rub. Now for wolf, we'd want something smokey but exotic."

I walk over to the kitchen, beginning to explain and mix all the spices we'll be coating the wolf in. Mixing up a small bowl after a few minutes, I smile as Prey's expression has grown from fearful nervousness to a nice, calm acceptance. Rolling over as needed as a massive pile of fur begins to develop on the floor. The charcoal pit ready as well, the fan above providing ample ventilation as the tanuki slinks off unseen. I think he'll have to be a meal sometime, he has quite the right build. But for now it looks like I'm ready to get our meat ready.

The assistants brush away the last of the fur as I lead the newly pink meat to a small on stage shower, cleaning off any remaining fur on him, and getting him ready for his spice rub. "Now you want to make sure you get everything, so once we dry him off we're going to rub him down with oil"

A few new assistants come up, a pair of slim feline teens. As I drag out a massive jug of oil for them. Beginning to pour it all over the wolf's long body as he lays down, letting the two cats assist by rubbing it into his smooth flesh. "In here we get to cheat with a big drain, so remember the mess this makes if doing this for a friend."

Soon his pink flesh glistens proudly with oil as he moans... the two boys finishing up on his rump and arousal, making him pant happily. I grin as I set the massive bowl of spice rub out for them, and begin to apply it first to that crimson maleness. Prey's eyes spring open at first... then he just squirms uncomfortably as the salty, spicy rub is ground against that delicate flesh. He bites a lip, eyes wide as he watches the dry rub be pressed over his lap, then legs... starting to relax again with a shudder "hff! That... feels odd... shouldn't it.. hurt more?"

I just grin widely and give his nose a kiss and dab of spices, makign him shake his head "of course not, it should just be uncomfortable at most, like all pain will be for your last moments..." The meal trembles a little.. then lids his eyes, a quiet whimper of a moan escaping him. Soon his pink flesh is well rubbed with dark red and black of spices, from tailtip to nose tip. The two teens now aroused as they slink backstage once more to watch. "Again, we are professionals here, this will cause quite a mess at home unless you've made preparations... "

I grunt as I lift that heavy, massive spit, rolling it into position as I instruct the prey to hold still. Prey braces himself, leaned over, holding onto a support as his tail lifts... then a soft squelch as the slim, strong metal pole begins to press in. The crowd grows hushed, a spot light on us. Scales glittering as I grasp the spit pole and press, smoothly sinking in nearly a foot until it finally catches. A glob of pre spurting from that spice rubbed arousal as a gasp escapes Prey, then a grunt and huff as I give a firm, practiced shove. A faint squelch heard, and the pole begins to be shoved through the wolf with steady pushes. Prey grasps his support bars tightly, eyes clenched. But never crying out in pain, the drugs letting him feel it without letting it hurt badly. On screen a diagram is shown, estimating how far through Prey the pole has travelled... and inch by inch it slides through his lower torso, then into his upper body. Starting to straighten him out... then his eyes widen as the pole nears a throat. I instruct him to lift his head just an inch and open wide. Then a last, triumphant shove lets the blood slick pole slide through his throat and out his mouth with a delightful look of suprise. A few more feet pressed in to center him, the fatally wounded wolf gazing cross eyed at the bloody spit piercing him.

I grunt roughly as I lift his rump end, twisting slick twine around hindlegs to bind them to his sides quickly. Two pairs of assistants working his front legs to his sides and arms to his back. Prey starts to jerk a little, unable to breathe as I work quickly.. the group lifting him up as his cock twitches again, oozing pre with a sizzle as he's unceremoniously settled on the spit roast assembly. Clicking the supports into place, his eyes closed tight as he begins to turn slowly. His muscles rippling as he begins to asphyxiate. "Now some chefs may use hollow tubes with breathing holes for this as well, to let their prey feel more of the cooking. But I feel the tinge of asphyxiation adds to the experience myself."

Already Prey's knot begins to swell.. even as flesh begins to heat up and sizzle... a little blood from each end sizzling on the coals below, as that arousal oozes and drips pre to the glowing coals below. His muscles begin to ripple, writhing quietly as asphyxiation sets in. Prey's knot blossoming widely as he helplessly struggles and begins to die, as skin begins to cook. Onto his back now as dark ears flick against the heat and those heavy balls tighten up, then he squirts cum all over both bellies. Prey struggling to thrash, bound tight... then soon growing weak as eyes weakly open to gaze over the crowd with a look of satisfaction. As the heat and lack of air soon lids them again...

The wolf will spin for several hours, but like any good show I already have one ready. Wheeling out a nearly identical wolf taur, his skin crip and brown under the ruddy spices. His knot and cock still firm like the other's, well cooked and ready for tasting. "And don't worry about these two, we always bring them back. They'd want to see a copy of it too! And that's about all the time we have today, so remember, make sure you have a way of cleaning up before trying this at home! Goodnight!"