{"sf1_id":8471,"sf2_id":"0mvbKOqm","title":"All You Can Eat","author":"Alex Reynard","words":13978,"posted_at":"2005-12-19T18:50:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bat","Cooking","Fox","Jackal","M/M","Vore (soft)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/8471-all-you-can-eat","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mvbKOqm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=8471\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#3 of Bartleby Tales","content":"  \nAll You Can Eat  \nanother hellish tale from Alex Reynard.  \n  \n  \nAUTHOR'S NOTE:  \nThis story is dedicated to my big blue nutball buddy, Kuma-Kun. But only on the  \ncondition that you must masturbate furiously to it until your cock is worn down  \nto a tiny nub. \\*tee hee\\*  \n  \n\\* \\* \\* \\* \\*  \n  \n  \nAt any given moment in the Naughty level of Hell, there are more people sitting  \ndown to eat than are currently alive on planet Earth.  \n  \nA \\_lot\\_ more.  \n  \nNow, while regular food, like a banana, an ice cream cone, or a Pop Tart, can  \nsimply be wished into existence from out of the ether, what's to be done when  \nquite a large percentage of souls, and nearly all demons, prefer to dine upon  \ntheir fellow denizens? How to keep everything running smoothly, so that everyone  \nwill always get as much to eat as they like, of whoever it is they prefer to eat?  \n  \nThe solution is downright democratic. Every day a vast lottery is held, and  \nbillions of souls' names are drawn. These individuals are approached by Summoner  \nRobots or Minor Imps and asked politely if they would mind volunteering for  \nrestaurant duty later on that day. Nearly everyone says yes, and those that don't  \nare not punished: it's a completely free choice. And more souls are asked than  \nwill ever possibly be needed anyway, so everything works out nicely.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; On this particular day, a shiny, hovering Summoner approached a nice-looking  \nwhite house in a semi-suburban area of Hell and knocked crisply on the door.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n\"I'll get it!!!\" Xander Oakley bellowed at the top of his lungs.  \n  \nBartleby Fletch, his best friend, flinched. Being a bat, he was a bit  \noversensitive to loud noises. He'd been playing over at Xander's house for a few  \nhours now, ever since school had let out. While normally the two boys' adventures  \nwere quite yiffy, today they were both in mellow moods and were content with just  \ntalking and racing their toy cars across the smooth kitchen floor. At least, for  \nnow. They both knew it was highly likely they'd get up to some wild shenanigans  \nsooner or later. The two of them together were like baking powder and vinegar.  \nWhen combined, interesting results invariably occurred.  \n  \nBartleby willed his shiny yellow sportscar to come zooming back to him. It  \nskittered across the hardwood and made a spiffy jump straight up into the boy's  \noutstretched winghands. He set it on the floor again and watched it transform  \nitself into a heroic-looking robot cheetah action figure. At the same time, the  \nlittle bat cocked an ear to try and guess who was at the door.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A few moments later, he found out. Xander came trotting back into the kitchen.  \n\"It's for you. A Summoner.\"  \n  \nCurious, the little bat got up and followed his fox friend to the doorway. There,  \na shiny little robot was hovering in midair, trying to look authoritative.  \n  \n\"Are you a Mister Bartleby Fletch?\" the robot asked in a snappy baritone.  \n(Obviously not the same one Bartleby had met his first day. Besides, this one had  \na glittering silver mustache)  \n  \nHe nodded. \"Yessir.\"  \n  \n\"Ah. Good. Excellent. You are hereby requested for buffet duty tonight at ten o'  \nclock sharp, at Machiavelli's Cub Grill, out in the Zero Six sector of the  \nGargantua Zone.\"  \n  \nBartleby had barely understood a word of that.  \n  \nXander, it seemed, had. \"Really? Aw, cool! You lucky bastard!\" he said, grinning  \nand playfully slugging his friend on the arm.  \n  \n\"Um, what exactly did he just say?\" Bartleby queried.  \n  \n\"Buffet duty, dude. It's like when you were called to the kitchens before.  \nActually, it's like how we all get picked for school lunch sometimes, just on a  \nmuch bigger scale.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So, I'm gonna get cooked?\" the little bat inquired, sounding much more excited  \nthan nervous.  \n  \nXander nodded. \"Oh yeah! Machiavelli's is a cool place too. Really fancy. Mom 'n  \nDad 'n me ate there once. Everything on the menu is made from kids like us. And  \nthe buffet's the best part!\"  \n  \nThe excited young vulpine turned to the Summoner robot. \"Hey, um, is there maybe  \nan empty space available?\" he asked shrewdly. \"It's my buddy's first time, and I  \nthink I should be there to help show him the ropes.\"  \n  \nBartleby gave Xander a look, seeing completely through that last line. His sneaky  \nfriend just wanted to end up as food himself! Not that he could really blame him,  \nof course.  \n  \nThe robot 'hmm'ed a bit, checking its internal database. \"Actually, you're in  \nluck. We did have one cancellation earlier, so there is an empty spot.\" His gaze  \nwent blank for a second, and he beeped a few times. Then he seemed to come around  \nagain and he gave both boys a smart smile. \"Right then, you and your friend are  \nnow officially menu items! That is, of course, if you agree?\" it asked Bartleby  \npolitely.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Of course!\" the little bat burst out. No hesitation whatsoever.  \n  \nThe robot nodded. It was always glad to see first-timers eager to meet their  \nfate.  \n  \n\"Are we gonna go right now?\" Bartleby asked.  \n  \n\"Certainly,\" the Summoner replied. \"You'll need plenty of time to cook before  \nyou're served, young man.\"  \n  \n\"Okay, cool,\" said Xander. \"Lemme just run upstairs and tell my parents and I'll  \nbe right back down.\" The robot nodded and Xander hustled off.  \n  \nThe excited little fox took off like a rocket up the main staircase to his  \nparents' bedroom. He flung the door open, and gasps were exchanged all around as  \nhe found the two of them all wrapped up in an extremely creative, yoga-like sex  \nposition.  \n  \n\"Yipe! Uh, sorry!\" he said, blushing just a bit (and not bothering at all to hide  \nhis cocktip poking out of its sheath)  \n  \n\"No problem, sweetie,\" his mother said reassuringly. She took a second to  \nextricate her lubed-up arm from her husband's anus to scratch an itch she'd had  \non her nose. \"We only shut the door so we wouldn't make too much noise and  \ndisturb you and Bartleby.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mm hmm,\" Mr. Oakley agreed. He wasn't too talkative at the moment, considering  \nhe had one of his wife's dainty feet shoved almost completely in his mouth.  \n  \n\"Did you want to join in?\" Mom asked. \"Your father's cock is a bit occupied at  \nthe moment,\" she said with a giggle, pointing to how it was currently wedged  \nalmost all the way into her right ear canal, \"but I'm sure we could find a way to  \nwiggle you in somewhere.\"  \n  \n\"Oooh, tempting, Mom,\" the naughty little fox said. \"But Bartleby just got called  \nfor buffet duty, and I wanna tag along. It's at Machiavelli's. Can I go?\"  \n  \n\"Shhrff!\" Mr. Oakley said agreeably.  \n  \n\"Of course,\" Mrs. Oakley concurred. \"You go right on ah-OOH! Ahead, and make sure  \nBa-ba--BaAAAA!! Bartleby has fun too! Ooooh!\" It was becoming rather hard to  \ntalk, what with what Mr. Oakley was doing to her vagina with his tail.  \n  \nXander chuckled, always happy to see his mom and dad happy too. \"Okay, thanks. I  \nguess I'll be home around midnight then, unless someone takes me home in a doggy  \nbag.\"  \n  \n\"Stay out as long as you like,\" said Mom. \"Oh, fucking SHIT!! Do that again,  \nHoney! Yes! YES!!!\" (That last part was not directed at Xander)  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His hardon at full power now, Xander blew his parents kisses and padded out the  \ndoor, leaving them to their play. He figured they'd be so busy, they probably  \nwouldn't even notice when he got home tonight at all!  \n  \nA quick trip down the stairs and he was at his bat bud's side again. \"All clear.  \nReady for takeoff!\"  \n  \n\"Roger that!\" Bartleby said with a laugh, wrapping his wings around Xander.  \n  \nThe Summoner reached out its metal tentacles and touched both their shoulders.  \n\"Allright then, here we go!\"  \n  \nA cyclone of flame exploded around the two boys and instantly whisked them far,  \nfar away.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nWhen the flames flickered out, the boys found themselves in a posh waiting room  \nalong with about thirty or so other cubs, all of them completely naked as well.  \nThey were all different species, but most of them were in the same approximate  \nage group as our two heroes. Xander didn't see anyone he recognized, but he did  \nspot a rather hot-looking young tabby across the room with a nifty cock. He hoped  \nhe'd get to see that boy get cooked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"So, here we is,\" the fox said to Bartleby. \"Any questions?\"  \n  \nBartleby was looking all around, taking in his surroundings. The place was very  \nelegant: real oil paintings on the walls, lots of polished wood architectural  \ndetails. He noticed an empty spot on a long red leather-upholstered bench on the  \nother side of the room and motioned for Xander to follow him and sit down  \ntogether. They did. Both boys enjoyed the feel of the squeaky fabric on their  \nbare hind ends. Bartleby had a question. \"My first day, after we all yiffed in  \nyour parents' bed...\"  \n  \nXander grinned at the happy memory.  \n  \n\"...I got summoned and turned into a corn dog, and wound up in a cafeteria. When  \nRazielphustar was eatin' me, I noticed a big buffet on one wall, with cubs  \nsitting under the glass and serving pieces of themselves to people. Is that what  \nthis is gonna be like?\"  \n  \n\"Correctamundo,\" Xander replied snappily. \"Just like that. They cook you whole,  \nand then they take you out to the dining area and you get to sit on a bunch of  \nreally comfy lettuce. It feels nice 'n cool on your cooked butt. Then people come  \nup and ask you for something, like a foot, or your dick or whatever, and you've  \ngot a bigass knife there, and you just carve off whatever they ask for.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Sounds fun!\" said Bartleby.  \n  \n\"It is!\" Xander replied. He was glad his normally-reluctant friend was so easily  \ngetting into this. The little bat had been in hell almost a month now, so he  \nguessed Bartleby had finally gotten comfortable with stuff like this. He thought  \nhis shy little friend had probably always enjoyed foodie/snuffie stuff ever since  \nhe got here, he just needed to shake off some of those residual Earth-jitters  \nabout pain and permanence before he could really let himself enjoy it freely.  \n  \n\"It's kinda relaxing too,\" the foxboy added. \"You get to chill out, talk with  \nwhoever's next to you, occasionally cut yourself up a bit. It's nice, having  \npeople walk by and check you out. I like thinking about how the other people  \npassing by all want to eat me. It makes me feel sexy.\"  \n  \nBartleby shivered happily. He found that thought sexy too. He was about to reply,  \nwhen a tall, twiggy iguana in a waiter's outfit popped in from a set of wide,  \ndouble doors. \"Tiffany? Tiffany Goldberg?\"  \n  \nAn adorable young ermine popped up from her seat, gave the hedgehog girl she'd  \nbeen sitting next to a happy hug goodbye, and scampered over to the waiter.  \n\"That's me!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, aren't you just the prettiest little thing! Come on in and we'll get you  \nnice and cooked up...\" His words faded out of earshot as the double doors swung  \nshut behind him again.  \n  \nXander turned back to Bartleby. \"Hey. Um, it'll probably be a while before they  \ncall us. You wanna... You know?\"  \n  \nThe young bat grinned. \"Get yiffy? Sure!\" He slid off the bench and got down on  \nthe soft, burgundy-colored carpet. He raised his bottom in the air and wiggled it  \ncutely at Xander. He didn't feel any embarrassment in this, since several of the  \nother kids were already snuggling and playing too.  \n  \nThe foxboy laughed and gave his friend's tush a playful swat. \"Oh come on! You're  \nalways on the bottom!\"  \n  \nBartleby blushed a bit. \"Well, I like having your yiffy-stick inside me,\" he said  \nsoftly.  \n  \n\"You're too much of a sub,\" Xander kidded. \"Haven't you ever heard, 'it's better  \nto give than receive'?\"  \n  \nBartleby laughed out loud as he stood up. \"Okay, okay. I'll screw you this time.  \nI'm just not as used to doing it that way.\"  \n  \nXander stood too, and gave his cute friend a knowing hug. \"Aw, it's okay. I know  \nhow much you like making other furs happy, and that's cool. It's one of the  \nthings I really admire about you. You're a really unselfish guy.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bartleby murred, giving Xander's soft cheekfur a nuzzle. \"Gosh, thanks.\"  \n  \n\"You're welcome. And, y'know, sometimes I just wanna make you happy too.\" He gave  \nthe bat boy a kiss on the cheek, then slithered down to the floor, giving  \nBartleby's adorable scrotum a swift lick as he passed. He turned around, raising  \nhis tail enticingly to his friend. \"C'mon... yiff me.\"  \n  \nBartleby laughed at seeing his normally hyper pal becoming so tender all of a  \nsudden. But that was something he liked about Xander too. His fox friend always  \nmanaged to surprise him in the most wonderful ways.  \n  \nHe knelt down before the shivering, gleeful voop and just gazed at the other  \nboy's tailhole for a moment. It was like a little pink sunburst. Xander had the  \ncutest anus of anyone he knew. Somehow, it just always looked happy. Bartleby  \ngave it a soft poke with his wingfinger.  \n  \nXander churred. \"Yeah... Go on, shove it in!\" He knew they didn't even have to  \nworry about lube. One of the very best perks of Hell (in Xander's opinion), was  \nthat anal sex was never, \\*ever\\* as uncomfortable as it could be on Earth. Always  \nas smooth and slippery an entry as both lovers liked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bartleby knew this too. Still, he couldn't resist bending in closer to give his  \nfriend's tush a few quick kisses first. Xander wiggled and merfed in delight.  \nBartleby nuzzled the fluffy fur of Xander's bottom. It was just like two soft  \nlittle pillows! He finished up with a quick peck right on the fox's pink pucker,  \nthen readied his cock for launch. \"All systems are go! Buttsex in three... two...  \none...\"  \n  \n\"Liftoff!\" Xander squealed as Bartleby suddenly spiked him, his bat buddy's aim  \nstraight and true. The happy foxboy squirmed his ass onto Bartleby's cock,  \nswallowing it up like a snake gulps a mousie. He pushed hard, grinding himself  \ninto his lover's crotch, wanting as much of it inside him as possible. To put it  \nbluntly, Xander loved cock. And it showed.  \n  \nBartleby let out a long, hissing sigh as his young, tender meat was enveloped in  \nwiggly warmth. Xander helped him hilt it. The sensation was wonderful. It  \noccurred to him that it was silly to think about yiffy things in terms of who was  \nsupposed to make who happy. Stuff like this made \\*both\\* of them happy. That was  \nthe best part. It was a shared happiness. He was both giving and receiving  \nhappiness in equal amounts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander was quite full of happiness too, along with plenty of just plain ol'  \nregular ppiness. (Groan) He sang out little arfs of pleasure as Bartleby began to  \nthrust. Soft little pushes at first. Testing the waters. Getting a fraction more  \nconfident with each push into Xander's soft tush. The foxboy was having a devil  \nof a time keeping his wildly wagging tail from whipping his friend in the face.  \n  \nAs the boys yiffed, several of the other cubs who weren't with a partner  \nthemselves watched eagerly. Most of them were pawing off, having several naughty  \ntableaus all around the room to look at. Aside from Xander and Bartleby, two  \nwhite mouse sisters were eating each other out, a bear cub boy was pumping hard  \ninto an ecstatic little chipmunk girl, two skunks, male and female, were  \nexploring beneath each other's tails, a coyotefemme was pleasuring a bunnyfemme  \nwith her tail, and a ferretboy was getting an enthusiastic blowjob from a happy  \nyoung colt. A leopard boy sitting next to a squirrel boy noticed that both of  \nthem were jerking off anyway, so he suggested they switch paws and play with each  \nother. The offer was met with a very spirited response.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander was in heaven. Cocks were simply his favorite toys, no doubt about it. He  \nloved knowing the hot member teasing his insides belonged to the wonderful, shy,  \nsweet bat he loved so much. Sure, Bartleby had been on top before, but it  \nhappened so rarely it was a real treat when it did. \"Ooh, you know, you can do me  \nharder if you wanna. It feels great!\"  \n  \n\"You sure? Okay!\" Bartleby had been a little timid at first, not quite used to  \nthe balance of thrusting in general, but with Xander's consent, he braced himself  \non the foxboy's back and gave a mighty plunge.  \n  \nXander 'eep'ed like someone had splashed cold water on him. \"Yeah!! Do that some  \nmore!!\" he encouraged.  \n  \nBartleby was more than happy to oblige. With a sexy, boyish grunt, he drove his  \ncock deep inside Xander's butt again and again. \"Ohhhh, wow! That feels awesome!\"  \n  \nGrunting and squirming and gritting his teeth, Xander whimpered, \"Bartleby,  \n\\*huff\\* you can totally \\*puff\\* do this to me \\*huff\\* anytime you want! \\*puff\\*\"  \n  \n\"I will! I promise!\" the yiffy young bat exclaimed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The leopard and squirrel boys were now masturbating each other at Ludicrous  \nSpeed.  \n  \nThe waiter showed up again, and called another cub. She whined disappointedly,  \nwanting to stay and watch the show instead. Understanding perfectly, he let her  \nwait by the door with him until the two protagonists reached their crescendo.  \n  \nXander rubbed his face on the soft, soft carpet, his eyes shut tight, his anal  \npassage full of raw, hot love. He was insensible with pleasure. He thrust his  \nyoung hips up again and again to submit to Bartleby's thrusts. He wasn't usually  \nthe submissive type, but boy, could he ever see why Bartleby enjoyed it!  \n  \nHis short tail quivering with passion, Bartleby let out a final moan and forced  \nas much of himself as he could inside his very best friend. His tingling bat cock  \nshot out thick spurts of boyjuice into Xander's hungry guts.  \n  \nXander cooed and yipped like a wild canine, feeling Bartleby fill his butt with  \nlove. With barely a second to spare, he darted his paw under his belly to catch  \nthe jet of cum that suddenly shout out of him. Like a polite guest, he succeeded  \nin making sure not a single drop spoiled the nice carpet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Soon enough, several other cocks and cunnies were exploding too. With sticky  \npaws, the leopard and squirrel applauded. \"Great show, guys!\" one of them called  \nout, and the other giggled.  \n  \nPanting, with cutely flushed faces, both Xander and Bartleby rolled over onto the  \ncarpet. They spooned cozily, Bartleby guessing correctly that Xander might like  \nthe feeling of being snugly plugged up back there a while longer.  \n  \nXander took in a deep breath. \"Bartleby, dude, that was \\*incredible\\*! I love you  \nso much! You gotta do that again sometime soon! My ass is your biggest fan now!\"  \n  \nBartleby couldn't resist a happy laugh. He snuggled up to the foxboy's back and  \nnibbled his little triangular ears. \"I love you too, and thanks. I had lotsa fun  \ntoo. You can totally count on us doing this again. I'd forgotten how \\*good\\* this  \nfelt!\"  \n  \nXander held up his cum-covered paw. \"Wanna lick?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, yeah, definitely!\" Bartleby gave his friend's fingers a big, loving slurp  \nlike a popsicle.  \n  \nXander happily gobbled up the rest. \"Finger lickin' good,\" he quipped.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The boys were then interrupted by none other than the tabby boy Xander had  \nspotted earlier. He smiled bashfully at them, and pointed out the little droplets  \nof cum leaking from Xander's ass.  \n  \n\"Um,\" he said shyly, \"You gonna eat that?\"  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nAfter quite a bit more naughty play, only some of it physical, the waiter popped  \nin once again. \"Bartleby? Is there a Bartleby Fletch here?\"  \n  \nThe young bat got to his feet, wondering where on earth the time had gone. It  \nfelt like he'd just gotten here! It was like they said; time flies when you're  \nfucking your best friend in the ass. \"I'm here!\"  \n  \n\"Me too!\" Xander shouted, popping up beside Bartleby. The two of them approached  \nthe iguana and Xander helpfully explained their position. \"Um, we're best  \nfriends, and it's his first time. Is it cool if I go with him and watch him get  \ncooked? Like, to lend moral support or something?\"  \n  \nThe waiter chuckled warmly. \"Sure. Happens all the time. Come on back you two. I  \nthink we might even be able to cook you both at the same time.\"  \n  \n\"Awesome!\" Xander shouted.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Neat! Thanks!\" Bartleby exclaimed.  \n  \nTaking the waiter's scaly paws, the two boys were led back to the kitchen.  \n  \nAnd quite an impressive kitchen it was! Not the biggest one either boy had seen,  \nbut certainly very classy. All the cooking implements gleamed and sparkled like  \neverything was brand new. Chefs bustled about, talking in several different  \nlanguages. Sounds of pots clanking and knives chopping filled the air. Gouts of  \ndelectably-scented steam rose up from various recipes. Silver and brassy colors  \nsparkled like christmas decorations.  \n  \nAnd absolutely everywhere were the sounds of happy children being cooked. Some  \nwere lounging comfortably in big roasting pans, others lying down on huge  \nchopping boards watching their bodies dwindle into small chunks. Some were  \nturning serenely over a fiery barbecue pit. Others stretched out on massive  \ntanning-booth-like grills. Still more were relaxing in bright boiling copper  \nkettles. And all the rest were enjoying even stranger and more exotic forms of  \npreparation.  \n  \nThe waiter pointed out a sleek, agile-looking black jackal at an immaculate  \nsilver workstation a few feet away. \"That's Jean-Pierre. He'll be your chef.\" He  \npatted them on the back. \"Go over and say hi, boys, and have fun!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The boys nodded, and ran over to meet the fur who'd soon be turning them into  \nentrees.  \n  \nThe jackal turned around and spotted the two young ones. \"Ah, what cute young  \nboys! Hop up here, my friends. I'm sure both of you will be very popular  \ntonight!\"  \n  \nAs Xander and Bartleby scrambled up onto the cool metal counter, they were both  \nthinking the same thing; with a name like Jean-Pierre, they'd expected the dude  \nto be French. Instead, his thick, resonant accent sounded halfway between African  \nand Australian.  \n  \nJean-Pierre gave a striking first impression. Tall ears, long muzzle, gleaming  \nebony fur, a sizeable bulge in the front of his apron (the only thing he wore,  \nbesides a bit of turquoise jewelry), and a disarming, crafty grin. His golden-  \ncast eyes were small and half-lidded, but seemed to exude clever mischief.  \n  \nHe began to inspect the boys, feeling their young warm bodies all over. They both  \ngiggled bashfully at his nimble, questing fingertips. \"Let me guess... One of you  \nis new to this experience, and the other is along for companionship, eh?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The boys nodded. \"Yup, Bartleby's been cooked before, he just hasn't done the  \nbuffet thing before,\" Xander said.  \n  \nBartleby nodded. \"I'm not scared or anything, if that's what you meant. I  \n\\_totally\\_ wanna get cooked!\" he said bravely.  \n  \nThe jackal grinned, pleased beyond measure. \"Good, good! The more eager the prey,  \nthe better the taste, I always say!\" He ran his slim, graceful paws along  \nBartleby's ears, over his nose, down his wings and around his tush. \"I have had  \nbat before. A very savory meat, yes. I'm sure many of our other patrons tonight  \nwon't have, so you will be a special, exotic treat for them.\"  \n  \nBartleby blushed and smiled at the kind words.  \n  \nJean-Pierre then gave Xander's tummy a firm pat. \"And look at you! Nice and  \nplump! Perfect for cooking! And so handsome, too!\"  \n  \nThe pudgy fox giggled and squirmed as the grinning jackal tickled him.  \n  \nWith a flick of his wrist, Jean-Pierre touched a small, glowing green button on a  \ncontrol panel set into the counter and a very strange device rose up from the  \nmetal surface, looking almost like it was growing straight out of the counter. It  \nlooked smooth and tentacle-like; a hose-like protrusion with a small hole in the  \ncenter.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What's that for?\" Bartleby asked Xander.  \n  \nThe fox grinned evilly. \"Oh, you'll just have to find out, now won't you?\" He  \nchuckled and gave his pal an encouraging pat on the back. \"Go over and kinda bend  \ndown next to it. It'll do the rest.\"  \n  \nWith both his friend and the chef looking at him with secretive smiles, Bartleby  \nreluctantly backed up towards the gleaming whatever-it-was. For a second, nothing  \nhappened. And then-  \n  \n\"Whoooooooooa!\"  \n  \nXander burst out laughing. \"Oh man! The look on your face was priceless!\"  \n  \nBartleby continued to squirm and grimace for a few seconds more as the machine  \nfulfilled its purpose. Then it abruptly let him go. Bartleby slid away from it as  \nfast as he could. He pounced on Xander. \"Why the hell didn't you tell me that  \nthing was gonna vacuum my ass?!?\"  \n  \nThe naughty fox only laughed harder. \"'Cause then you wouldn't have had the fun  \nof finding out on your own! And come on, it felt yiffy. Admit it!\"  \n  \nBlushing just a tiny bit... \"Well, okay. Yeah. It just surprised the hell out of  \nme!\"  \n  \n\"Don't you mean it scared the shit out of you?\" Xander helpfully supplied.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bartleby lightly head-butted him.  \n  \nJean-Pierre, who had been standing back a bit, paw over his muzzle to stifle  \nguffaws, finally came forward to put a gentle paw on Bartleby's shoulder. \"I hope  \nit wasn't too frightening, little one. We just need to make sure you are all  \nclean inside and out before you are cooked.\"  \n  \n\"I understand,\" he said. \"And it wasn't that bad, really.\"  \n  \n\"My turn now anyway!\" said Xander. With no hesitation whatsoever, he scooted  \nacross the countertop and practically impaled himself on the poop-nozzle. A  \nsecond later, he was squirming in bizarre delight as his insides were given a  \nthorough cleaning by what felt like hurricane-force winds in reverse. The machine  \ntook only a few seconds and afterwards Xander sprawled bonelessly on the counter  \nand let out a satisfied sigh. \"I gotta get one of these for my room...\"  \n  \n\"Now comes the cleaning on the outside,\" Jean-Pierre told them. He helped  \nBartleby to his feet, instructing him to stand within a circle etched into the  \ncounter. \"Close your eyes and keep still. This will only take a second.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bartleby nodded bravely. He was a little alarmed when instead of what he'd been  \nexpecting, a transparent glass cylinder, like a giant test tube, descended around  \nhim from the ceiling. He closed his eyes and a moment later it felt like a tidal  \nwave had crashed into him from above! A giant slosh of heavy liquid surrounded  \nhim for a split-second, making his skin ripple and tingle. Then, just as  \nsuddenly, it was slurped back up into wherever it had come from.  \n  \nWhen the tube raised and Bartleby stepped out, he felt like he'd been on a tall  \nride at a water park. He also felt suddenly chillier, which was undoubtedly due  \nto his sudden lack of fur.  \n  \nXander's cock grew a bit. \"Ooh, damn! I love it when you don't have fur! It looks  \nreally weird, but sexy too!\" he cooed.  \n  \nBartleby inspected himself. He was perfectly smooth and pink all over, and he  \nhadn't felt this clean since the last time he'd taken a molten lava bath. He  \npadded over to show himself off for Xander. \"You really think I look sexy like  \nthis? You're weird. I look like a giant fetus!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander nearly fell on his tail laughing. \"Holy crap, you do!\"  \n  \n\"So will you in a moment,\" Jean-Pierre reminded him.  \n  \n\"Oh, right.\" The little fox scrambled back up and stood on the circle. After his  \nown refreshing experience, he too was smooth as a baby's butt. He ran his paws  \nover himself. \"Man, bare skin feels weird!\"  \n  \nJean-Pierre had been thinking for a while now what to do with these two  \ndelectable cubs. He eventually settled upon a simple approach. \"Allright, young  \nones, it is time to be cooked. I have had an idea. Since I happen to have a  \ndouble-wide roasting pan I don't get to use very often...\" He trailed off,  \nletting them pick up on the idea.  \n  \n\"You mean, cook us together?\" said Bartleby.  \n  \nThe jackal nodded. \"Indeed.\"  \n  \n\"Sweet!!\" Xander exploded. \"Oh wow, how yiffy can you get?\" he said to Bartleby.  \n\"You 'n me snuggled up in a big pan, gettin' roasted in that big, hot oven!\" He  \nwas practically starting to drool. Bartleby was excited as well. He hadn't tried  \na team-cooking before.  \n  \nSeeing that the two morsels obviously enjoyed the idea, Jean-Pierre bent down to  \nrummage in his cupboards for the appropriate pan. \"Aha! Here she is!\" With an  \nelegant swoop, he whisked out the gigantic roaster and slammed it on the counter  \nbefore the two boys. \"Looks comfy, yes?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They both nodded.  \n  \nSuddenly becoming a black-furred tornado, Jean-Pierre began to scurry madly  \nabout, peeking in cupboards, dashing back and forth, assembling all the necessary  \ningredients for two different boy marinades. Bartleby and Xander stepped  \ncooperatively into the pan (it was the perfect size for both of them to lie down  \nin and cuddle) and watched their chef as he went about his work. As he mixed and  \nmeasured, he explained in a lot of cooking jargon the boys didn't understand that  \nhe was putting together sauces to baste them with, each one made specifically to  \ncompliment the flavors of bat and fox, respectively. Xander thought that such a  \npersonalized touch was probably why Machiavelli's got such good reviews from both  \nits customers and its ingredients.  \n  \nIn no time at all, the speedy jackal had prepared the sauces and began to  \nliberally baste both boys. Bartleby went first, standing up in the pan while  \nJean-Pierre used a soft brush to cover him head to toe in a sweet, slightly  \nOriental-smelling amber sauce. Xander watched his best friend being basted with a  \nhuge hardon. Everything about being turned into food was sexy to him. It didn't  \nmatter how many times it had happened to him, it was something he knew he'd  \nalways love. As he took his turn being doused in a spicy, oily mixture, he  \nthought about why the culinary fetish appealed to him so much. He supposed a lot  \nof it had to do with how much of a roller-coaster it could be. Exciting and  \nrelaxing, scary and sexy, changing back and forth over and over again. But more  \nthan that though, it was the knowledge that no matter what happened, he was  \nperfectly safe. Something that would end in excruciating death back on Earth was  \ntransformed in this realm into a wonderful, yiffy, exciting fun thing to do again  \nand again, as many times as he liked. No pain, no permanence. Along with the joy  \nof knowing how happy he'd make whoever ended up eating him, that was the core of  \nXander's passion for becoming foodstuffs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When they were both thoroughly dripping with marinade, the two boys laid down  \nside by side in the big pan and held paws.  \n  \n\"A taste-test first, before you go in the oven,\" Jean-Pierre suggested. \"Tell me  \nwhat you think.\"  \n  \nThe boys took small licks off their fingertips and murred happily. They both  \nagreed; Jean-Pierre had exquisite taste.  \n  \n\"Then it is time for the two of you to begin roasting. It's a very hot oven, so  \nit will only take an hour or so. Then you will be ready to go on the buffet. Are  \nyou excited?\"  \n  \n\"You bet!\" Xander said.  \n  \n\"Yeah!\" Bartleby agreed.  \n  \nWith a satisfied nod, Jean-Pierre lifted up the big pan (displaying an effortless  \nstrength) and strolled towards the ovens. They were titanic; big enough to cook a  \ncompact car in (if, for whatever reason, you ever wanted to). He checked for a  \nvacant one, looking in at several smiling cubs all being cooked to perfection,  \nand spotted one near the middle. Already pre-heated, of course.  \n  \nHe nimbly swept open the door and a wave of insanely powerful heat blasted out,  \nactually singing his muzzlefur a tad. The boys in the roasting pan trembled with  \nfearful exhilaration. \"We're actually gonna go \\*in\\* there,\" Bartleby marvelled to  \nXander. The sheer seeming impossibility of it was making his weenie stiffer.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"See you soon, little dumplings.\" Jean-Pierre told them tenderly. \"In just a  \nlittle while, you will come out as gorgeous, steaming-hot cub roasts!\"  \n  \nXander and Bartleby held each other tighter.  \n  \n\"Au revoir and goodbye, little ones,\" the jackal whispered as he thrust them into  \nthe inferno and shut the door behind them.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nThe heat wrapped itself around Xander like a living, breathing thing. It wasn't  \njust the temperature, it was the suddenness of going from a chilly countertop  \ninto what felt like a million and a half degrees. The little fox yipped and  \nmoaned in pleasurable pain. He and Bartleby held each other close.  \n  \n\"Mmmmm, it hurts! But it feels good too!\" Bartleby whimpered, reminded of how  \nwonderfully warm and sore his butt would get after a good spanking from Mrs.  \nSchaddenfreude.  \n  \nXander nodded and nuzzled his companion's furless cheek. \"It feels like I can  \nbarely move,\" he whispered. \"We're just meat now. Meat to be cooked and eaten...\"  \nHe reached down to gingerly stroke his red-hot cock.  \n  \nBarely able to see through the oppressive red blaze, Bartleby nonetheless caught  \nthe flicker of motion as Xander started pawing off. Totally typical. But then he  \ngot an idea. \"Hey, wait. Let's do like those other kids in the waiting room.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Huh?\" Xander asked, then felt the bat's gentle winghand creep across to hold his  \nboyhood too. \"Ohh, I get it! Good idea.\" He reached over to Bartleby's smooth  \ncrotch too, finding his friend's cock at least as hard as his own.  \n  \nAmid the sound of their marinades sizzling on their skin, the two boys pleasured  \neach other. Nice and slow, savoring every instant of the wonderful, searing heat  \nthat was changing their young bodies into food. They could feel their muscles  \nloosening, their insides getting mushy and loose. Adding the feel of a loving paw  \nto that made it all pure paradise.  \n  \nWith tiny whimpers and merfs, the boys continued to excite each other until  \nfinally Xander let out a puppyish little yelp and spooged all over his taut,  \ntender tummy. The cum actually hissed as it hit his skin, almost instantly  \nbecoming part of his marinade. Bartleby followed soon after, his cock feeling  \nlike it was just about ready to rip right off of him. He squirted a little  \nfarther than Xander and managed to catch a few drops on his tongue.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The two best friends exchanged a passionate kiss. Silently they shared the tiny  \ntaste of Bartleby's cum on their tongues. Their paws roamed all over, loving the  \nfeeling of how their bodies had begun to change. Thoughts of holiday dinners  \nflitted through their minds, but this time they were the centerpiece of the meal.  \n  \nXander heard something sizzle a second before he felt it. A thin stream of  \nboiling-hot liquid was spraying over his crotch.  \n  \n\"I, um, couldn't hold it,\" Bartleby admitted shyly.  \n  \n\"No problem,\" Xander reassured. He kissed his friend again, and when Bartleby was  \ndone, he added his own pee to their recipe. The sensation of it flowing and  \ndousing them both was very yiffy indeed. Xander found himself hoping it wouldn't  \noverpower the taste of the yummy marinade.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nMuch too soon, the oven door opened, letting in an orgasmically shivery poof of  \ncooler air.  \n  \nXander squirmed and murred, not wanting to come out of the sexy oven at all. He  \nhad gotten used to the incredible heat, and regretted leaving it like a grade-  \nschooler regrets leaving his warm bed and blankets on a chilly December day.  \n\"Just five more minutes!\" he croaked, his voice soft and creaky.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Jean-Pierre was at the ready with oven mitts. \"Oh, you mean you \\*don't\\* want to  \ngo out to the buffet so all the hungry customers can gaze upon you and think  \nabout how much they want to eat you up?\"  \n  \nThe wily jackal certainly knew how to press Xander's buttons. \"I never said  \nthat!\"  \n  \nBartleby giggled. He had to admit, he wanted to stay in the oven a little while  \nlonger too. He'd had a lot of fun slowly cuddling and kissing his furless fox  \nfriend, talking about foody subjects. But the thought that soon he would be on  \ndisplay and ready to eat made him even yiffier.  \n  \nAgain displaying a strength his agile form belied, Jean-Pierre whisked the two  \ncubs out of the oven and briskly deposited them upon a gigantic waiting hotpad at  \nhis workstation. He smiled at them and licked his chops. \"My, such fine specimens  \nof boy meat! I am sure you will be delectable!\"  \n  \n\"You should try a sample then, just to be sure,\" Xander said slyly, looking up at  \nhim with a frisky smile.  \n  \nJean-Pierre returned with one of his own. \"I might get in trouble for that, but  \nthen again, some things in life are worth the risk...\" He leaned in closer and  \nopened his jaws, surrounding Xander's outstretched muzzle with a ring of pointy  \njackal teeth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander jumped a bit, then let out a coo of pleasure as those sharp little teeth  \ndrove straight through and neatly separated his muzzle from his face. Oh, how  \nwonderful it felt to be eaten! Xander's thin tail wagged chaotically and he  \nregrew another mouth just to say, \"That felt great!\"  \n  \n\"Tastes great too, little one!\" Jean-Pierre complimented, licking his lips. He  \nturned to Bartleby, who by now was practically vibrating with excitement. \"Do you  \nthink I should try a sample of you as well?\"  \n  \n\"Oh yes sir!\" the little bat said politely. His cock looked about to burst from  \nanticipation. Bartleby closed his eyes and felt Jean-Pierre's form draw nearer,  \nthen the sensation of tiny teeth burying themselves in the sensitive flesh of his  \near and coming away with a nice big bite.  \n  \nJean-Pierre chewed and swallowed. \"Fantastic! Savory and perfect!\"  \n  \n\"Thank you!!\" Bartleby gushed, a tickle of pre sliding down his cock. He was  \nperilously close to coming again, but wanted to hold it in for now. With a flick  \nof his ear, the bitemark vanished.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Wait here just a second, you two,\" Jean-Pierre told the boys. They had just  \nenough time for a quick hug and kiss before he returned again, carrying a  \nrestaurant trolley with two serving platters already set up for them. They would  \nsit on cushions of romaine lettuce, surrounded by a ring of sliced radishes. \"The  \ntime has come, my little friends, for you to be presented. I assume you both know  \nwhat is expected of you?\" he asked.  \n  \nThe boys nodded. \"Xander explained everything to me. I'm ready,\" said Bartleby.  \n  \nJean-Pierre helped them both stand up and step down off the counter onto the  \nserving trays. Understandably enough, they were both a bit wobbly from having  \ntheir muscles turned into meat, but Jean-Pierre knew well what to do, and  \nsupported them in just the right places. Soon they were both settled in, cross-  \nlegged, feeling the cool lettuce on their pink bottoms. The black jackal held out  \ntwo long, keen knives to them. \"These are your serving tools. When a customer  \nasks for part of you, you will slice it off and place it on their plate with a  \nsmile. Have fun. Be charming. Remember, we want you to have as much fun being  \neaten as they do eating you.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"What if they ask for something and I'm not sure where it is? Like my spleen or  \nsomething?\" Bartleby asked Jean-Pierre.  \n  \n\"Oh, don't worry,\" Xander butted in. \"I know a lot about anatomy. I've always  \nbeen good at stuff like that in school. I'll help you out.\" Bartleby nodded and  \ngave the fox a hug in thanks.  \n  \n\"Any more questions?\" Jean-Pierre asked. The boys shook their heads.  \n  \n\"Good! All ready? Then let us meet the customers!\"  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nJean-Pierre gave the bat and fox a goodbye wave as one of the waitstaff took the  \ntrolley and wordlessly wheeled it out to the buffet area.  \n  \nAs soon as Bartleby passed through the wide kitchen doors into the dining area,  \nhis ears started whirling around like radar dishes. So many sounds! Lots of  \nchatter and laughter and sounds of silverware clinking on plates. The restaurant  \nwas much larger than the young bat had ever expected, and it seemed filled to  \ncapacity. Everything was burgundy and gold. Every inch of the place gave off an  \nair of welcoming, subtle luxury. There were many couples dining tonight, and just  \nas many families. Various fursons bustled about, to and fro; waiters serving  \ncustomers, and customers coming back and forth from the buffet. Bartleby even saw  \na few tables where the cub-roasts were seated right there on the table, having  \nhappy conversations with whomever was eating them. Everyone looked like they were  \nhaving a grand night out. And Bartleby felt that way too.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander looked around just as much, but for a different reason. He was hoping  \nmaybe he'd spot someone he knew here. True, Machiavelli's was just one small dot  \non the near-infinite map of Hell, but the Naughty level had a way of subtly  \nencouraging 'chance' encounters, as both he and Bartleby could no doubt attest  \nto.  \n  \nThere were two long, well-lit buffet islands near the back of the restaurant,  \nboth of them full, except for two side-by-side spots which were obviously waiting  \nfor a young bat and fox to fill the void. One island was strictly boys, the other  \ngirls. But they were close enough together so that cubs could hold conversations  \nacross the aisle while they waited to be nibbled upon.  \n  \n\"Here we go, you two. End of the line,\" the waiter told Bartleby and Xander as he  \nbrought the trolley up beside the two vacant spots. The boys carefully lifted  \nthemselves up off their trays and squirmed under the sneeze guards to take up  \nresidence in their green and leafy seats for the rest of the evening. Bartleby  \nsnatched a few radish slices before the trays were taken away, since he'd always  \nbeen fond of them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander let out a happy, satisfied sigh as he settled in on his new seat of  \nlettuce. This one was much better padded, and wonderfully comfortable. \"Well,  \nhere we are, Batman. How long do you think it'll be before someone comes along  \nand wants to try us?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, I don't know,\" Bartleby replied, still a little starstruck by his elegant  \nsurroundings to really concentrate. \"I hope it's soon. I really, really feel like  \nfood now. Like, it's my purpose to be eaten. I \\*want\\* to be eaten!\"  \n  \nXander grinned. \"Cool! I'm really glad to see you so excited. When Mom 'n Dad 'n  \nme came here before, we were on the other side of the sneeze guards. We had a  \nlittle bit of everyone. I remember thinking how cool it would be to be up here on  \ndisplay myself, and now I am! I'm just as excited as you are!\"  \n  \nBartleby suddenly turned to his friend and gave him a great big hug. \"Thanks for  \ncoming with me, Xander. Really. This wouldn't have been half as much fun if I'd  \njust come here by myself.\"  \n  \n\"You're welcome,\" the little fox said softly, appreciating how honest and tender  \nhis bat friend could be sometimes. \"Same for you. I'm glad we're here together.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; They held their hug for a few more seconds, until they were startled by a  \npolitely amused \"A-hem!\"  \n  \nThe boys turned to see an outrageously gay fox couple standing before them. The  \npair were both grinning canineishly, and wearing scandalous outfits that  \nproclaimed their raging homosexuality to the heavens in loud, proud tones. They  \nwere nuzzling at one another so much, one might have thought they were joined at  \nthe hip. (And what none of them realized was that these were the very same two  \nfoxes Bartleby had overheard yiffing in the restroom at the zoo several weeks  \nago. Xander was dead-on about 'chance' encounters in the Naughty level.)  \n  \n\"Oooooh, don't they look sweet!\" the shorter one said.  \n  \n\"Figuratively and literally, honey!\" replied the taller one.  \n  \n\"Hi!\" said Xander brightly. \"Would you like to eat some of us?\"  \n  \nBartleby smiled warmly and tried his best to look edible.  \n  \n\"My goodness, they're so \\*cute\\*!!\" the shorter one swooned, nearly falling  \nmelodramatically to the floor, but for his partner's embrace. \"I don't think I'll  \nbe able to take a single bite!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I hope you'll at least try!\" Bartleby said enticingly.  \n  \n\"See what I mean!\"  \n  \nThe taller fox shushed his playful lover. \"Come now, sweetie. I told you before;  \nit's your turn, so you get to make the selections. Now choose, you silly foxie!\"  \n  \nGiggling, the shorter one recovered from his mock-faint. He perked up as he  \nreviewed the long line of tasty boys, all ready and eager to give of themselves  \nfor his meal. \"Soooooo hard to decide...\" He put his finger to his lips, mulling  \nit over, then finally decided, pointing at each cub as he made his choices. \"Okay  \nnow, I want a foot from this one, a leg from that one, this one's left ball and  \nthat one's right, these three weenies, and this little cutie's head for dinner  \nconversation and then dessert.\"  \n  \nBartleby and Xander were both selected, as well as both boys on either side of  \nthem. Bartleby was to give up his weenie and a foot, and Xander was to give up  \nboth his own weenie and his right testicle. The lion cub to their left would lose  \nhis weenie, leg and left testicle, and the mouse to their right would be losing  \nhis head.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The boys went to work. As the fox couple held out their plates, the four boys all  \nstarted in to carve. Xander kinda wished he'd been asked for more, but certainly  \nwasn't about to complain. He loved losing his foxhood under any circumstances,  \nand knowing he was giving it freely so it could become someone's dinner was yiffy  \nas heck! He murred contentedly as he felt the razor-sharp blade effortlessly  \nseparate his cock from his body, then split his nutsack straight down the middle.  \nHe popped out a ball, leaving just a lone one behind, and held both savory  \nmorsels out to place them on the foxes' plates. Seeing them in the company of two  \nmore weenies, and knowing one of them was his best friend's, would definitely  \nhave made him cum on the spot if he wasn't a tad ill-equipped at the moment. His  \nremaining nut did attempt a weak but valiant squirt though.  \n  \nBartleby was surprised to find he didn't hesitate at all in lowering the blade to  \nhis own left foot and pressing down. His cooked flesh yielded easily. Little  \ncoils of steam floated up from inside. It felt \\*good\\* to cut it off. After all,  \nit was just food now, and food needed to be eaten while it was still warm!  \nBartleby felt a tingle go down his spine as he separated himself from his foot  \nand placed the little cut of meat on the clean white plate. Steeling his nerve,  \nhe reached down and readied himself to do the same for his boyhood. He placed the  \nknife at the base of his penis, then closed his eyes and, not letting himself  \nthink about it too much, made the cut. He cried out in surprised pleasure as his  \nyoung cock slipped right off, like it couldn't wait to wind up on the end of a  \nfork. Bartleby felt a thick splash of cream pour from his cockless crotch and  \nbaste his warm nuts.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Delighted and yiffy with their selections, the fox couple thanked all four boys  \nand trotted back to their table, both of them knowing already that they would  \ndefinitely be coming back for seconds.  \n  \nThe lion boy let out a cute, excited growl as he regrew his boy-place. Xander  \njust made a soft grunt as he repaired himself too. Bartleby stared down at the  \nlittle pink patch above his ballsac in fascination. His cock was really gone, and  \nthe best part was, he could simply wish it back whenever he wanted. Sure, he'd  \nlost it dozens of times before by now, but every now and then, he would still be  \nstruck fully with the awesomeness of the event. 'This is something I could never  \ndo back when I was alive,' he thought to himself. 'Well, I guess I could, but I  \ncould only do it once. And it'd hurt like hell then too! But now I can do it  \nwhenever I want, and it feels wonderful! I love how it feels! I love knowing I  \nnever have to worry about it ever getting hurt ever again! I can lose it as many  \ntimes as I want, and I never have to worry. Never!' What an impossibly wonderful  \nfeeling!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As Bartleby radiated in feelings of perfect safety and reassurance, he happened  \nto glance sideways and notice the now-headless mouseboy's body was jerking off! A  \nrather eerie sight indeed. \"Uh, Xander... How's that possible?\"  \n  \nXander, whose attention had been momentarily diverted to staring at the line of  \nother boys' cocks all down the buffet line, looked up to see what Bartleby was  \nindicating. \"Oh! Wow, that is weird, isn't it? I think I know what's going on  \nthough. I've seen it before in some other buffets I've been in. Basically, if  \nsomeone takes your head, you don't grow another one back. Most of the time you're  \nnot gonna want to have two heads in two different places, since that'd be  \nconfusing.\"  \n  \nBartleby nodded. \"Naturally.\"  \n  \n\"So, like, the best way I can describe it is that your nervous system kinda takes  \nover like an autopilot.\" He pointed across the restaurant, where the fox couple  \ncould be seen chowing down while chatting up the mouseboy's noggin. \"He can still  \nfeel everything his body's doing, and can still make it do stuff, like a remote  \ncontrol car. But the neatest part is, if someone comes up and wants his nuts or  \nsomething, the body'll just do that automatically. It can still respond to  \ncommands. Neat, huh?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Bartleby stared in mild disbelief. Even for Naughty-level standards, that was a  \npretty darn weird little factoid. \"Wowww. Seriously? I gotta try that.\" He turned  \nto the headless mouse. \"Pat your tummy.\"  \n  \nInstantly, the paws obeyed, beating out a simple pattern on the stomach.  \n  \nThe little bat's eyes lit up. \"Coooool!!\"  \n  \nThis had possibilities...  \n  \nBy the time another customer came round, Bartleby and Xander had gotten their  \nmouse companion's body to clap, kick its legs, moon a waiter, and get up and  \nshimmy like a belly dancer. They were both rolling around, nearly insensible with  \nlaughter and had to be tapped lightly on the shoulders by a customer to remind  \nthem they were still on food duty. Xander dutifully gave the amused feline lady  \nhis liver and eyeballs, while Bartleby provided both ears and a cut of his left  \narm. Then they went back to giggling some more.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nRich, sweet jazz and classical music wafted through the air like a delectable  \nscent as the night rolled on.  \n  \nAfter playing with the disemheadied mouse kid for as long as they could stand  \nwithout wetting themselves (again), Xander and Bartleby mostly chatted with their  \nfellow edibles and had fun serving themselves to happy customers. Bartleby  \nnoticed that most people seemed to instantly want to try one, or both, of his  \nears. They did look very appetizing, he had to admit. His cock and/or balls came  \nin at a close second place. Other times he gave up feet, slices of his rump,  \nsavory internal organs, or sections of his arms and legs. Pretty much everything  \non him seemed to get picked at least once. One guy even went down the line,  \ngathering all the boys' noses for a shish-ke-bab!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Eventually, after the fox couple had completed four trips to the buffet islands  \nand a spin by the dessert rack, they returned their mouse friend's head to his  \nbody, giving him tender kisses of thanks on his forehead before they left.  \nBartleby and Xander were a little worried he might be mad at them for fooling  \naround with the rest of him, but luckily enough he didn't seem to have noticed at  \nall, and was soon involved with them in a hot discussion of recent movies. (Of  \ncourse, Hell got all the recent developments in pop culture the instant they was  \ncreated up on Earth. CDs and movie tickets were always free, and popcorn was  \ngiven away by the bucketful)  \n  \nMostly, the night was an enjoyable, fun sequence of serving bits 'n pieces of  \nthemselves to happy grownups, and a few cubs too. Bartleby found that he really  \nenjoyed the looks on the customers' faces as they took in the scent of his cooked  \nself. He felt proud to be tasty. He liked making them happy. He thought for sure  \nhe'd be volunteering for buffet duty a lot more often now, just so long as his  \nbest buddy was right there beside him!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander, of course, had been hamming it up all evening, schmoozing with the  \ncustomers and just generally exuding oodles of charm. Many people came back for  \nseconds just to be entertained by him.  \n  \nIn between slicing and serving, the boys on the buffet would snack on each other.  \nIf someone saw someone else they'd like to try a bit of, they could just holler  \ndown the line, ask for a sample, and it'd be passed to them like a hot dog at a  \nbaseball game. Xander tried to sample everyone else's boybits at least once. And  \nBartleby found that a whole lot of the other boys liked nibbling on his ears too.  \nIt felt like he'd regenerated them about a hundred times already.  \n  \nOccasionally, one of the customers would be so taken with one of the buffet  \nselections, they'd request the whole cub for dinner and companionship. Since  \nthere were always more excited, eager kits waiting in the kitchen, this was no  \nproblem at all. The customer would merely signal one of the waiters, who would  \nbring a tray over and carry the cub to the customer's table to be consumed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So, as Bartleby and Xander watched, the lineup on both buffet islands changed  \nseveral times throughout the night. The lion boy beside them was selected by an  \nold former teacher of his. The two hadn't seen each other in years, and both were  \nreally excited about getting the chance to catch up on things again. Many other  \nboys and girls were chosen by former friends, family members, or just other  \nfursons who found them adorable and nummy-looking.  \n  \nBartleby was just beginning to wonder if anyone would ask for him, when he  \nspotted a wonderfully familiar face entering the restaurant just then.  \n  \n\"Criss!!\" he shouted.  \n  \nBeing a bat also, the hunky lifeguard (whom Bartleby had met on the beach his  \nfirst day in Hell) caught the boy's call easily. He and an equally buff lynx  \nhurried over to the buffet.  \n  \nCriss Nero laughed when he saw his little bat buddy with no fur. \"Bartleby? Is  \nthat really you?\"  \n  \nBartleby was beaming with excitement. His tail was wagging furiously. \"Yup, it  \nsure is! Gosh, it's really good to see you again!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Criss gave Bartleby a friendly pat on the head. \"I know, it's been a while since  \nwe last hooked up. Sorry about that, but I have been kinda busy. And, Xander! I  \ndidn't realize that was you for a second!\"  \n  \n\"No problem,\" the foxboy said. \"We all look weird with no fur on.\" He and Criss  \nhad met before a few weeks previous when Bartleby had invited him to an outdoor  \nconcert where Criss and his friends were one of the acts. Xander'd had a rockin'  \ngood time, watching the sexy grownup bat onstage, nearly strangling his electric  \nguitar and howling out ska-like vocals while wearing nothing but a pair of blue  \nboxers. The backstage party had been nearly as exciting as the show. A wild orgy  \nwas held around a bonfire on the beach at sunset, and yiffy fun was had by all.  \n  \n\"Hey, I want you guys to meet a friend of mine,\" Criss told them. \"This is Kaleb.  \nWe met after a show a few weeks ago. We've been hangin' out together ever since.\"  \n  \nThe handsome lynx shook both boys' paws. He was definitely the surfer dude type  \nas well, right down to the slight bleach to his fur. By just the way he and Criss  \nstood together, it was easy to tell they were quite wildly in love with one  \nanother, and that Kaleb was the more subdued of the pair.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander grinned at them. \"Aww, a romantic dinner together at Machiavelli's. That's  \nsweet!\"  \n  \nKaleb chuckled. \"Exactly. This big goof's never been here. I had to have him  \ncheck it out.\" He leaned in close to plant a quick peck on Criss' cheek. The big  \nbat blushed.  \n  \n\"It's my first time too,\" Bartleby said.  \n  \n\"Really? Hey, neat! Havin' fun?\" Criss asked.  \n  \n\"Lots!\" the littler bat confirmed heartily.  \n  \nKaleb was struck with inspiration. \"Hey, I got an idea. They let you take a whole  \ncub to your table here. Why not just get the little dude and chow down on him all  \nnight?\"  \n  \nBoth bats immediately liked the idea. \"Great! I've been meaning to get together  \nfor a while now anyway,\" Criss told Bartleby.  \n  \nXander's ears drooped. \"Aww! You're leaving? Dude, I'll miss you!\"  \n  \nBartleby looked back to his fox friend sympathetically. \"I'm sorry. Um, I'll stay  \nif you want me to.\"  \n  \nThe pudgy fox smiled warmly. \"Nah, it's okay. Besides, the customer is always  \nright. They wanna eat you, so I shouldn't stand in their way.\"  \n  \nCriss and Kaleb chuckled. The lynx flagged a waiter.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander scooted closer to hug his bat friend. \"It's cool. I figured this'd happen  \neventually. We've had fun all night anyway.\"  \n  \nBartleby nodded. \"And I'm sure someone'll come by and pick you too.\"  \n  \n\"I hope so!\"  \n  \nThe waiter, a svelte otter, gestured to the boys that she meant to put Bartleby  \non the tray she carried.  \n  \nThe boys nodded, and shared one more hug. \"Bye, Xander. I'll see you later.\"  \n  \n\"Same here, Bartleby.\" He nuzzled his friend's cute noseleaf. \"Oh yeah; our  \nshifts have been over for a while now, so we can leave whenever we want. How  \n'bout, whenever they get done with you, come and see if I'm still here. If I am,  \nwe can go home together.\"  \n  \n\"Okay, sounds good.\" Bartleby gave his fox friend one more kiss. A tender smooch  \nthat made Criss and Kaleb, and even the waiter, go 'awwwww!'  \n  \nThen Bartleby allowed himself to be scooped up onto the tray. He waved to Xander  \nas he left with his grownup friends to go pick out a table.  \n  \nXander waved back, a little sad to see him go. It was kind of an anticlimax to  \nsuch a fun night.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He sat back in his lettuce, chin in paws. Just serving himself would be boring  \nnow without Bartleby there beside him. He wondered if his friend was right, that  \nmaybe soon he would be picked for solo dining.  \n  \nAnd as it turned out, he was...  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \n\"My, what a delicious-looking little fox!\" boomed a loud, resonant voice.  \n  \nXander was shaken straight out of his thoughts. He looked up and 'Eep!'ed.  \n  \nStanding there with a plate in his hands was a colossal lion. He was regal in  \nevery way possible, with a meticulously-managed mane so big it blotted out the  \noverhead lights. His manner of dress was that of someone \\_seriously\\_ important.  \nRed velvet jacket, emerald shirt, black trousers and even a gold sash across his  \nmiddle.  \n  \nHe looked down at Xander with eyes of dark burgundy. \"I do believe I'd like to  \neat every last little bit of you...\"  \n  \nXander was a hard fox to intimidate. He was certainly intimidated in that moment  \nthough. He shrank back a bit, his expression going from startled to worried in a  \nheartbeat. If his tail had had any fur, it would have been bristling.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Letting slip a small, cruel smile, the lion called out to a nearby waiter. \"This  \none! Immediately!!\" He pointed right at Xander.  \n  \nThe claw at the end of his finger was a millimeter from the fox's nose. He  \ngulped.  \n  \nCringing meekly, a mouse in a Machiavelli's uniform quickly wheeled out a tray.  \nThe lion regarded him with malevolent playfulness; the look in a cat's eyes when  \nthey spot prey. The waiter saw this clearly, and soon had Xander lifted up and  \nonto the tray before the poor young voop could even say a word.  \n  \nAs he was being wheeled to an available table at a disquietingly unsafe speed,  \nXander held on tightly to the tray, teeth clenched, and wondered what in the here  \nhe'd gotten himself into. Sure, he loved being eaten, but the look in that guy's  \n\\*eyes\\*! How could a guy like that even make it \\*into\\* the Naughty level? The fox  \nshuddered and hoped he could persuade his predator to just make it quick. Though  \nhe knew perfectly well that wasn't very likely.  \n  \nBartleby, reduced to a head, a partial torso and two wings, waved at him as he  \npassed by. \"Hi Xander!\" Criss and Kaleb waved too, with their mouths full.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander tried bravely to smile and wave back.  \n  \nThe mouse waiter banged into the table by accident and Xander nearly went flying.  \n\"Hey!\" he shouted. \"First rule of restauranting; don't drop the food on the  \nfloor!!\"  \n  \nGiving the boy an honestly apologetic smile, the waiter patted Xander's paw.  \n\"Sorry about that.\" Much more gentle now, he conveyed the tray to the center of  \nthe table and wheeled away the cart, standing aside to welcome the customer.  \n  \nThe lion strolled forward, taking his own sweet time. He cast hungry, toothsome  \ngrins at other cubs on the buffet line, and haughty chuckles at the other  \ncustomers. His swagger told any observer exactly what kind of a man he was.  \n  \nXander felt ill. He thought his best hope was that this guy might just pick him  \nup in one paw and cram him right down his throat in one gulp. Then go back for  \nseconds, of course.  \n  \n\"Bon appetit, sir,\" the waiter warbled.  \n  \nThe lion sneered at him, then waved him away with a grand yellow paw. He eased  \nhimself into the plush booth and the leather seat creaked and squeaked as he slid  \nin.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; As soon as he had a chance, the waiter skedaddled.  \n  \nXander was shivering a bit. He tried to hide it; tried to remain professional.  \nAfter all, he was on buffet duty, gosh darn it! It was his job to make the  \ncustomer happy by being a cooperative, willing meal. He tried to muster his pride  \nat that.  \n  \nBut when the lion's massive muzzle opened up to reveal a jungle of gleaming,  \ndrool-dripping teeth, Xander pretty much turned to jelly.  \n  \nThe lion licked his lips.  \n  \nThen, the great feline's demeanor totally changed. He cast two quick, cautious  \nlooks to either side of the booth; making sure no one else was looking. Then he  \ndid some sort of mystic passes with his hands, and a flickering purplish-white  \ncurtain of electricity sprang up all around him and his meal.  \n  \nIt was impressive enough to momentarily distract Xander from his fear. He looked  \nall around. The 'force field' (for that was pretty much what it was), sparked and  \ncrackled with violet energy. It enveloped them in a sphere, cutting off their  \nbooth from the other diners completely. Xander could see past it somewhat, just  \nenough to notice that no one else in the restaurant was staring at the big purple  \nball that had suddenly appeared in their midst. Xander guessed that meant it was  \nlike a two-way mirror. Maybe it even set up an illusion outside of it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And that meant, of course, that the lion wanted \\_absolute\\_ privacy for what he  \nwas about to do next.  \n  \nXander realized this with a cringe that was nearly audible.  \n  \nBut then, just when his skin was at its goosebumpiest, he heard a very familiar  \nvoice: \"Ah! Damn, but it'll be good to get out of this thing!\"  \n  \nIt COULDN'T be!! Xander swiveled around in an instant.  \n  \nThe lion reached up to fiddle with something apparently stuck in the middle of  \nhis mane. Then suddenly, he gave a hard downward pull, and his face split in  \nhalf! Just like a costume!  \n  \nXander's eyes lit up with astonished joy. \"Razielphustar!!!\" he exploded.  \n  \nThe candy-apple red squirreldemon looked equally happy to see him too. \"Yes, my  \ndear boy! Delighted to see you again! Sorry it's been such a while. I've been  \nbusy as a man selling talcum powder at a diaper fetish convention. That, and my  \nzipper seems to be stuck!\"  \n  \nThe furless fox crawled forward, noting how bizarre it looked to have this huge,  \nimposing body capped off with Raz's proportionally tiny head. And, of course, Raz  \nhad somehow had his favorite top hat on in there the whole time.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Razielphustar tugged and tugged on the disguise's zipper, then got fed up and  \njust shouted a demonic curse word and erupted in flames. A split-second later,  \nthe lion illusion had been burnt to cinders and he was back to his regular  \nhandsome self. \"Ahhhh! Much better now!\"  \n  \n\"I've never seen you do \\*that\\* before!\" the little fox marvelled. Meaning the  \ndisguise, not the flames. Demons in general tended to spontaneously catch fire  \nrather a lot.  \n  \nRazielphustar leaned in close, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper. \"Well, my  \ndear boy, it seems I am a very popular demon in many parts of the Naughty level.  \nA Hellguardian's job is really only to make introductions, but it seems I somehow  \nmake more than just a cursory impact on people. They tend to remember me, and are  \nalways asking me to sit down and chat a while, or give them a blowjob, or chop  \noff their heads, or something like that..  \n  \n\"Normally I rather enjoy all the attention. But sometimes going out in public can  \nbecome extremely annoying. Especially in a place like this, where a good forty  \npercent of everyone here knows me from somewhere or other. Hence my appearance  \nincognito.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander nodded in total comprehension. \"Why the big, scary lion, though? I just  \nabout pissed my lettuce!\"  \n  \nThe demon chuckled and gave his fox friend a reassuring caress. \"Sorry about  \nthat. But you must admit, you never suspected it was me, did you?\"  \n  \n\"No way!\"  \n  \nRazielphustar returned a smug smile. \"There you go!\"  \n  \nXander giggled. There was just something about Razielphustar's whole manner that  \nmade him one of the most entertaining fursons he'd ever known. He was a born  \nshowman. Full of that ineffable 'it' factor. Xander sometimes wondered why  \nsomeone didn't just give him a TV show already.  \n  \nThe squirreldemon picked up his silverware and willed a big white bib with a  \ncartoon fox on it into existence around his throat. He licked his chops. \"I'm  \nstarving, little one. And I meant what I said about you looking delicious.\"  \n  \nXander blushed and crawled forward, smiling demurely, feeling wonderfully happy  \nabout being eaten now. \"Would you like to try a taste first?\" he hinted.  \n  \n\"Of course, my sweet Xander...\" Razielphustar closed his eyes and leaned closer,  \nhis muzzle touching Xander's oh so lightly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The two of them kissed and murred, sharing warm feelings of love. They both had a  \nspecial place in their hearts for one another. Their personalities complimented  \neach other so well.  \n  \n'What a wonderful surprise!', Xander thought. He felt the kiss melt away every  \nlast bit of his tension. He felt wiggly and full of smiles. He felt 100% ready to  \nfeed his gentle, caring demon friend.  \n  \n\"Mmmmmm,\" Razielphustar murred. He lowered his muzzle to the boy's crotch and  \ngave his cocktip the tiniest of licks, which naturally made Xander yip with  \npleasure. \"Scrumptious,\" he said suavely. He smacked his lips a bit. \"Hmm, Jean-  \nPierre?\"  \n  \nXander was now sporting a fine erection. \"How'd you know that!?\"  \n  \n\"Oh, simple, really. I come here quite often and have tasted enough of his  \ncooking to know that he almost always uses a sauce like this to marinate foxes.  \nThat, and a few times before I've given him a 'tip' for his culinary artistry by  \nletting him give me a jolly good fuck up the ass after a meal.\"  \n  \nXander giggled in his paws. \"So, where do you wanna start with me?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The squirreldemon looked slightly crafty. \"Well... I am feeling more than a  \nlittle predatory tonight. Would you mind if I completely dispensed with table  \nmanners and just ravaged you?\" he asked in a sly purr.  \n  \nThe little fox's skinny tail started wagging. \"Go right ahead! I'd love that!\"  \nOh, how exciting! Xander lived for really stretching the limits of his snuffie  \ndesires, and not too many of his other friends were comfortable with really  \ngetting hard 'n messy. He splayed himself out in an appetizing pose and waited,  \ntrembling, for the demon to dig in.  \n  \nRazielphustar took in the mouth-watering aroma of the adorably cooked young kit.  \nDespite having sat on the buffet line for hours by now, Xander was still as  \nfresh, steaming and fragrant as if he'd just popped out of the oven (a perk of  \nthe Naughty level, naturally). Razielphustar breathed in the odor of boyflesh and  \nfelt his thick, hard cock bump against the bottom of the table. Despite being a  \nsquirrel in appearance, he was all demon when it came down to appetite.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Wanting the mood to be just right, Razielphustar send out a mental command to the  \nrestaurant's master CD. The music in the dining area stopped abruptly. A few  \npeople looked up in surprise. Razielphustar checked the selections, and picked  \nout a stirring string-heavy classical piece he thought would be just perfect.  \n  \nWilling it to begin playing, he sunk his teeth into Xander's belly just as the  \nfirst note rang out.  \n  \nThe little fox let himself go limp. A whimper of pleasurable pain escaped his  \nthroat at the sharp fangs invading his flesh. It was not true that souls in the  \nNaughty level never felt any pain. They often did, so long as they chose to. And  \nthis was really only quasi-pain. More 'intenseness' than actual hurt. Xander  \nmurred and moaned as his belly was ripped open savagely and a puff of white steam  \nemerged.  \n  \nHe felt his friend's muzzle rooting eagerly around inside him. Teeth tore at his  \nmeat. His insides were messily gobbled, sometimes even slurped down whole.  \nRazielphustar was emptying him out just like sucking the filling out of a Cadbury  \nCreme Egg, all while gorgeous violin notes pierced the air around them.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The demon's tongue danced in joy. It was not just the taste of the little fox's  \nblood and meat that did it, but his pleasure. Razielphustar knew well he could  \nonly ever enjoy something like this as long as his meal was enjoying it just as  \nmuch. He admired Xander's bravery in being willing to try so many strange,  \nextreme and exciting things with his body. And he treasured the trust the boy  \nheld in him. Razielphustar was not simply dining on Xander's body, he was also  \nfeasting upon the boy's emotions. And they were always what truly added spice to  \nany recipe.  \n  \nRazielphustar had eaten millions of children throughout his long life. Perhaps  \nbillions. And one thing he knew well was that the taste of fear or sadness would  \nruin even the most skillfully prepared meal. The very instant his tongue  \nregistered it, he would gather up the little fur in his arms, cradling them  \ngently, and do everything he could to make them happy again. A meal could not be  \nenjoyed unless it was free of doubts and worries. Razielphustar never ate anyone  \nwho wasn't smiling the whole time from plate to belly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Huge chunks of warm foxmeat surged down the squirreldemon's throat. Xander  \nwrithed in ecstacy. Those wonderfully sharp teeth felt \\*soooo\\* good! There were  \nno words to describe it! He loved the sensation of his body becoming less and  \nless and less. He loved feeling himself dwindle as bits and pieces of his young  \nform were either sliced or bitten away. He loved to \\_feel\\_ like food, to feel  \nthat this was his true purpose!  \n  \nRazielphustar scooped Xander's heart into his muzzle and bit down hard. It  \nsquished, and the boy's red essence went everywhere. The boy yipped in pleasure.  \nHis stomach soon followed, Razielphustar chewing on it like a dog with a rubber  \nsqueaky toy. He slurped down thick, pink sections of fox intestine like sausages.  \nHe snapped and chomped and gulped and nosed around until Xander was as empty  \ninside as a duffel bag.  \n  \nXander was reeling. Flat on his back, he stared off into space, grooving on the  \nmusic and totally loving the feeling of being completely hollow inside. He felt  \nlike a chocolate easter bunny. Like a fox-shaped hand puppet. And there was so  \nmuch left of him still to be devoured!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Pausing to unleash a wavering belch (which was perfectly synched with a  \nkettledrum in the classical piece), Razielphustar took a moment just to marvel at  \nwhat a mess he'd already made of himself and his adventurous companion. \"Having  \nfun, Xander?\"  \n  \nThe fox giggled. \"Nuh-uh! You stopped eating me!\"  \n  \nRazielphustar laughed out loud. \"Pardon me, little one! I'll get right back to  \nwork then!\"  \n  \n\"Good!\"  \n  \nGaining a second wind, Razielphustar \\*really\\* cranked up his demonic digestive  \nsystem. Xander's entrails had been a mere appetizer. Demons can consume entire  \nvillages when they're really feeling peckish, so Razielphustar had not yet begun  \nto munch.  \n  \nXander let out a loud, long howl as those awesome teeth sunk straight into his  \nthigh. Like a crazed beast, Razielphustar dug in and shook the limb back and  \nforth, tearing it savagely right out of its socket. Xander's cock was as stiff as  \ntitanium.  \n  \nChomping loudly and wetly, Razielphustar reduced the boy's leg to nothing in but  \na few seconds. Xander adored how it felt to have it gone. He liked feeling the  \nair across his exposed meat. He liked how slightly off-balance he became.  \nRazielphustar leaned in close and gave him a loving, grateful kiss, then abruptly  \nyanked the boy's left arm clean off.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander arfed joyfully and came all over himself.  \n  \nAs soon as he finished with the arm, Razielphustar went straight to lapping up  \nall the nummy boy cream. It made a terrific palate-cleanser. The taste of cum  \nbalanced the taste of flesh quite nicely. When he bit down on Xander's remaining  \nforearm, the meat tasted fresh and exciting again.  \n  \nXander's eyes were shut tight in bliss. He tried not to wiggle too much as  \nRazielphustar ravenously chewed his arm up. He felt like he was being mauled by a  \nT-rex! But in a \\*good\\* way!  \n  \nThe ecstatic young fox's leg was next to go. Razielphustar licked between the  \nadorable little toes one by one before opening wide and crunching them all off in  \none enormous bite. Xander cooed loudly and was hard as a rock again in seconds.  \nThe string section was really heating up now.  \n  \nXander's bones snapped and splintered like breadsticks in Razielphustar's  \npowerful jaws. The demon didn't even notice; he just appreciated the savory taste  \nthe marrow added to the rest of the meal. In just a few short chomps, Xander had  \nbecome totally limbless. Razielphustar completed the effect by yanking the boy's  \ntail off suddenly and stuffing it in his mouth, murring appreciatively.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The foxboy's cock stood up, proud and fearless, waiting to be devoured next. But  \nRazielphustar wanted to save the very best for the very last. With his razor-  \nsharp claws, he reached in and scooped the boy's crotch away in one piece,  \nsetting it aside on the table like a centerpiece. He knew full well Xander would  \nstill be able to feel it, and having it detached like this would drive him up the  \nwall!  \n  \nIndeed it did! Xander squirmed and made adorable little sounds of pleasure as his  \nboybits were removed. He could feel them sitting there beside him, still erect as  \never. In fact, he came a second time when Razielphustar bit playfully into his  \nplump little boy butt!  \n  \nThe squirreldemon made all sorts of yummy noises as he consumed the fox's  \nposterior. Cub butts were almost always one of the best parts of the meal! Tender  \nand plump; both cute and delicious!  \n  \nXander wasn't very mobile anymore, but he sure could make a lot of noise. He  \nhollered encouragements and cries of pleasure at the top of his lungs (not that  \nhe had them anymore). It was a good thing Razielphustar's force field kept in  \nsound as well, otherwise the whole restaurant would've been staring at them by  \nnow.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Razielphustar couldn't even be bothered to chew anymore. The music was rising to  \na crescendo, and he intended to climax at the same time it did. He gulped down  \nhuge hunks of Xander's torso, swallowing them whole and feeling them travel all  \nthe way down to his burbling belly. He nearly swooned, it felt so good. Not only  \njust the physical sensations, but also from knowing how much he loved Xander,  \nthat the little fox loved him just as much, and that he was putting the boy  \n\\*inside\\* of him. Deep within him, where he would be completely safe for as long  \nas he chose to stay.  \n  \nThe music was building and Xander was dwindling. Razielphustar carefully nibbled  \naway the last of his chest and shoulders just as the final strains were being  \nplayed, and tossed Xander's bits in his mouth as the last note sounded, crunching  \ndown hard on the tasty cock, shredding it to bits, and popping his balls like  \ncherries just as they blasted out their third eruption of spooge for the night.  \n  \nBoth boy and demon fell back, exhausted.  \n  \nThey did nothing but breathe heavily for a few moments. Xander's sounded a little  \nfunny, since it was whistling out of the ragged end of his neck stump.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then Razielphustar sat up, embraced the wonderful little fox's head, and kissed  \nhim.  \n  \nTender and slow, the exact opposite of his boisterous carnal debauchery, the  \ndemon showed Xander his true feelings. They were both silent as Razielphustar  \npressed their lips together, caressed the boy's ears, and nuzzled his nose.  \n  \n\"Thank you,\" he whispered finally.  \n  \nXander opened his eyes. \"No, thank \\*you\\*.\"  \n  \nHe smiled. \"You're welcome, little one. I have to say, that was certainly a lot  \nof fun! Exactly what I was in the mood for.\"  \n  \n\"Me too!\" Xander confidently agreed. He looked around a bit and chuckled. \"Man,  \nI'd hate to be the guy who has to bus THIS table!\"  \n  \nRazielphustar looked around too, and only then noticed that he'd inadvertency  \nsplattered everything in the entire booth with boy-gore. Blood was splashed about  \nlike housepaint. \"Oh my,\" he deadpanned.  \n  \nXander giggled. \"Cleanup on aisle seven!\"  \n  \nThat gave Razielphustar an idea. \"Capital suggestion, my dear boy.\" He set  \nXander's head down, snapped his fingers, and transported several thousand gallons  \nof raging river water into the force field with them. Less than a second later,  \nhe snapped his fingers again (as well as one can when engulfed in current so  \nstrong it could rip the zipper off your jeans) and instantaneously sent it all  \nback where it came from.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Xander blinked. He was clean as a freakin' whistle.  \n  \nRazielphustar shook his head a bit. He'd done such a good job of whisking the  \nwater away, the two of them weren't even damp now. \"That was refreshing, wasn't  \nit?\" he said, sounding chipper.  \n  \nXander tried to nod, but didn't have any neck muscles.  \n  \nGrinning warmly, Razielphustar picked up the fox head and nuzzled him all over.  \n\"So, what are your plans for the rest of the evening?\" he asked, while beginning  \nto chew on one of Xander's succulent ears.  \n  \n\"I dunno. I guess when Bartleby gets done gettin' eaten by Criss and Kaleb, we'll  \ngo back to my place and yiff or something.\"  \n  \nThe demon 'hmm'ed. \"Do you think he'd mind joining the two of us, and heading  \nback to my place for some cuddling and hot chocolate?\"  \n  \nIf Xander had still had a tail, it would have been wagging. \"Sure! That sounds  \ngreat! I'm not sure if Bartleby'll go for it; he might wanna do something with  \nhis friends instead. But it's okay with me!\"  \n  \nRazielphustar nodded. He looked around, trying to see past the crackles of purple  \nelectricity, and finally spotted two furs chatting with Bartleby's earless head  \nwhile the rest of him was, presumably, in their bellies. The demon perked up. \"Oh  \nfantastic! \\*That\\* Criss! I hadn't met his new feline friend yet, so I wasn't sure  \nwhom you meant at first. Actually, Bartleby introduced us once. Magnificent cock  \non that lifeguard, I must say! And if they're game for it, he and his new friend  \nare certainly welcome to come along too!\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Cool! A five-way?\" Xander asked excitedly.  \n  \n\"But of course,\" Razielphustar said. \"After all, I can always just grow four more  \npenises whenever I feel like it.\"  \n  \nXander cracked up.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nXander grew back his body, and his fur too, and was soon back to his normal,  \nyiffy self. He reached into a portal and pulled out a phone receiver to call his  \nmom and dad. They said it was fine with them if he slept over at Razielphustar's,  \nand that they'd been thinking of going out to an adult dance club that night  \nanyway (where much spouse-swapping and naughty sex would undoubtedly occur).  \nXander was glad everything had worked out so well.  \n  \nThen he watched in fascination as Razielphustar created another lion costume. It  \nreally was a perfect illusion. The material twined into existence like moss on  \namphetamines, transforming his demon friend back into the rather frightening  \nvisage he'd sported before.  \n  \nOnce he was suitably suited up, Razielphustar brought down the electric barrier.  \nIts purpose, he explained, was not only to give them privacy, but also to display  \na little 3D movie on its outside to the rest of the diners. All they saw was a  \nbig lion quietly and methodically eating up a little fox boy. And using proper  \ntable manners too. Xander thought that was really spiffy, and wondered where he  \ncould get one so he could get away with all sorts of new mischief in Mrs.  \nSchaddenfreude's class. Razielphustar just chuckled and told him apologetically  \nthat it was a demon thing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Approaching the two bats and a kitty-cat, they found all three eagerly receptive  \nto the idea of going back to the squirreldemon's place for some hot snugglin'.  \nThat is, once the 'big scary lion' had opened his jaws wide enough for  \nRazielphustar to poke his head out and give them all a wink. (And after Bartleby  \nregrew the rest of himself)  \n  \nAnd so, after everyone had enjoyed a dish of ice cream for dessert, the quintet  \nleft Machiavelli's for a night of erotic amusements. Criss walked arm-in-arm with  \nKaleb, and Razielphustar carried each of the boys under his. He even winked to  \nthe waiter on his way out.  \n  \nThey stepped into the portal in the main entrance, and were whisked a trillion  \nmiles away in a blink.  \n  \nAnd a naughty time was had by all...  \n  \n  \n  \n  \nThe End  \nfor now...  \n  \n  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Bartleby Tales","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/9847-hell-fights-back-story-one-the-demon-s-chance.json"}}