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Chapter Five

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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“So what got you started with your stock?"

Ace blinked and swallowed, looking around as the panther, Eliza, spoke so forwardly of her liaisons. Did she not know how taboo it was? But no one was listening even as the party wound down, her absence hardly noticed even though her presence at her own celebration was very much appreciated.

“Um..."

Coughing into her paw, she swept her fingers back through her mane, attempting to buy herself time even as Eliza awaited her answer. Her stock boy, her favourite sort of 'pet', Ace warranted, sat obediently at her leg and, although there was no leash connecting them, it went without saying that he would follow wherever she led. It was part of the strangely alluring mentality of the stock males that were bred and plumped up to be devoured, their acceptance of their fate and sense of calmness about all that was to come what had drawn the mare to them in the first place.

And, well...they were exceptionally easy to train. Her lionesses had appreciated that too about them, their tongues turned to good use before the flesh on their bodies was eaten, not a single part of any one of her boys wasted. Ace took great pride in that. After all, if one was to be killed and eaten, there was no sense in letting anything go to waste when it could sustain a predator and feed their lust for that ever-important protein.

“It was a while back now," Ace murmured, her voice low as if she thought someone was listening over her shoulder. “Just... Well... It seemed like another use of them, a good use of a time that may otherwise have been wasted. And I hate waste."

While Ace spoke, Eliza's boy was far from idle, lips pressed together as if to hide away a moan as he adored her body, kissing and nuzzling into every bit of exposed fur he could. It was simply as if he couldn't possibly get enough of her, excited merely to be afforded the sweetness of kneeling beside her, although the teeth marks of lust in his shoulder could not be mistaken for anything besides a predator's hungry bite. It surely would not be long before his time came, the panther's lust rising above all else to claim him for the sustenance his body was destined to provide hers.

“Well, I understand why you wouldn't want to talk about it here," Eliza said quietly, taking Ace's paw in an overly familiar fashion as her whiskers quivered delicately. “It's not something everyone does, although there are more of us than I think even you know. If you come to our next meeting, you can see just what we are doing with one another and the boys we bring along."

Her expression lifted and she rested her paw casually at the nape of her boy's neck, claws pricking through skin to draw beads of crimson blood. Although he winced, he made not a single move to scurry away and merely looked up at her adoringly, caressing her everywhere that his hands could reach, eyes half-lidded in a submissive swamp that held him straight and true to his fate. As if it was something that she did every day, her paw drifted back to her lips

Ace shivered, squeezing her thighs together. She'd have to try that with some of her boys, although she did not have claws but hoof-like fingertips. She'd find a way. Their blood, regardless, was always ever so sweet.

“May I ask what you are going to do with that one when you've had your fill of him?"

Nodding to the boy who had his arms practically wrapped around Eliza's waist, completely unabashed as to what he was doing and where he was, as was their way, Ace could not help but smile herself. That servitude and complete acceptance of one's face... Why, it was as refreshing as every day of her job in working her large range of stock was, moving them from pasture to pasture and even rounding them up to be butchered. Of course, there would never quite be anything like the quiet peace settling over one with a spit driven through him, the wriggles and twitches of dying muscle merely a reflex as his eyelids fluttered closed and his blood splattered onto the hot coals below. That particular boy in her mind there had been a fine specimen, one of her many favourites, and she'd giggled like a schoolgirl all over again as Delilah and the other lionesses tore strip after strip of living flesh away while his heart was still beating, his little chest fluttering with failing breath even as he was cooked alive. He'd been divine but not as divine as the spurting throb of his cock had been, swallowed up whole by Delilah whose eyes, as ever, hungered for more.

“Why?" Eliza's eyes sparkled with mischief, a flicker of the panther's personality rising to the surface. “Are you interested in taking him for your own? He's well-trained but I would have thought you had your pick of them here!"

Ace laughed and shook her head, although she couldn't quite drag her eyes away from the boy, kissing up the exposed fur of her thigh with obvious and blissful devotion.

“Curious, yes, but I have so many of my own stock to choose from, why, I wouldn't know where to begin!"

The panther paused before answering Ace as if to collect her thoughts, but there was only one answer, of course, that could ever have been given.

“No, my dear... He is not to be thrown away to another when I have had my fill of him. Of course, he will be eaten. It is the natural matter of course."

She said it so simply and matter of factly that there could be no argument or debate over just how fair that was to a stock boy who had faithfully served her: he was not like them. And his opinion on his fate was quite clear as he gasped, lips parting and pulse jumping in his throat. It did not take a seasoned predator to feel the difference in the vibrations of his heart rate, pounding and jumping in sheer, raw excitement for what was to come, his hard cock jumping and jerking and dribbling a thick string of pre-cum.

It was with that image in her head that Ace retired to her bedroom later that evening, Eliza having graciously accepted the offer to stay over in one of the guest bedrooms with several other pieces of stock to entertain herself with. Adored to sleep by the kisses and tongues of her boys, Ace murmured in a state of half-slumber, finding it harder and harder with the span of every passing second to keep her eyes open. Their hands, so small and soft in comparison to her heft and bulk, suited to her species and height, lulled her to sleep so sweetly that she could not have said that there was a defined line between one world and the next, dreams of lust and sinking her teeth into a rare meal with Delilah feasting beside her commanding every last scrap of her subconscious.

And what better dreams could possibly be had?

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