Commission: Guest of Honor
Guest of Honor
With a grin as wide as his thick gut, Ron again began to explain his offer to his otter friend, "Look, I know you've been wanting to go to one, and now I even got you a ticket. You'll even be the guest of honor from it being your first visit."
Jamie's long tail dragged and flicked along the ground, betraying his interest despite the calm manner he struggled to present. The otter crossed his arms so the green rings died into he fur would match up as he asked, "But, uh, don't you get eaten at one..."
"Oh, you silly otters and your details. Only if you really want. You know I've been to a bunch and I'm still here," The raccoon gave a cheerful wink at that. Although Jamie found himself distracted by wondering how much of Ron's paunch might be from fellow furs. A little shiver rushed down his spine, as well as making the otter shift his shorts to hide a growing bulge buried in them. He did his best to not show the approval his erection gave to the thought. He felt even more self conscious as he looked back at Ron's black eyes, it was hard to tell if he was looking back into his green eyes, or gazing down to the growing tent in his lap.
"OK, how about you just drop by and have a few drinks, maybe watch one of the many shows I'm sure will happen. I know you love to watch the big snakes feed, and now you could watch them nice and close. There's sure to be at least a few snakes there," Ron winked, knowing the otter loved to watch the big snakes at the zoo get fed.
"Oh, fine, I know you'd just keep hounding me until you end up dragging me there anyways," although the fact the otter's erection was blatantly announcing his approval for going made lying a tricky proposition. Jamie realized the raccoon knew all the right buttons to push to make him squirm, and he was going to have a raging hard on all day now. Thinking of some snake's belly fat and distended with wiggling prey. Probably with an otter tail dangling out of those scaly lips. Hmmph!
Indeed the otter found himself mostly daydreaming about how big a naga's gut would get with him cuddled tight within. Pondering the curves he'd make with his own streamlined body, though sometimes instead he'd think of what a perfect bulge Ron's fat butt would make in some big snake's gut. Watching that ringtail lash as it disappeared down a slimy serpent maw. And then giving the proud predator a good, firm belly rub to enjoy the struggles beneath all those scales and muscles while the naughty raccoon gets what he deserved for suckering a poor, horny otter to go along to a vore party. Though there was a worry this was just some sort of prank by the raccoon to out Jamie's vore fetish. On some levels, Jamie was most worried it was going to be a real vore party. What if some big, handsome snake asked to devour him. Can you say no to jaws bigger than your head while they're drooling down your ears? It was perhaps ironic the otter struggled to eat his lunch, knowing that in hours he might just be a big pile of meat in some big predator's gut.
The sun was setting when Ron's familiar car pulled up. The raccoon beaming as he waved and winked to the otter, "I hope you didn't eat too much, because there will be plenty of people to feast on soon." Jamie's tail thumped nervously along the ground as he blushed at that comment, suddenly wondering if they might have some micros. Mostly he tried his best to rib the raccoon back, poking his portly belly, "Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you might be aiming to become the main course yourself."
Ron just chuckled, "perhaps one day I will." His wistful smile made Jamie realize he probably wasn't just joking this time. Although if that turn of events happened it wouldn't surprise the otter one bit, given Ron's much more blatant interest in vore. Jamie considered himself more in the closest, or as some joked, still 'in the freezer' with his vore interests. The mood turning more serious as Jamie bit his lip. He might indeed become dinner...
The drive was quiet for the rest, and soon the large estate came into view. The hilltop estate appeared very elegant as they drove up the driveway. Already a hint of barbecue smoke could be smelled in the air, while a slender male rat wearing little more than a collar and loincloth greeted the two. Ron passing his invitation over and mentioning that the fidgeting otter beside him was to be his guest for the party and should get the 'grand tour' later. Jamie perked one of his rounded ears at that last comment, while the rat just gave a wide smile back to him. But soon the two were ushered in before Jamie could ask anything, told to get comfy and enjoy, the party outside.
Inside the house was cool and quiet, as well as empty, with piles of clothes in all shapes and sizes stacked all over the living room. The room was massive and wide, and mostly empty as Jamie gawked, not noticing Ron beginning to strip nude. Jamie thought the owner must be quite large based on how huge the doors were, and it was a few moments before Jamie noticed Ron taking off his pants. "Uh, we go out naked?" he asked, shyly half turning away and not trying to stare at his nude friend.
Ron just chuckled and gave the otter's rump a swat, "C'mon ottah, get stripping. I thought all you otters loved to be nudists or something." He stuck his tongue out at Jamie while the otter began to wiggle out of his shorts. Blushing more as the raccoon gave a loud wolf whistle to his exposed rump. Jamie shyly pushed his shorts aside, "So uh, what's with getting naked here... not that there would be anything wrong with it of course."
"well, if you were to get vored, none of this," the raccoon nudged the otter's shorts, "Would digest easily. So this frees you up from those awkward moments when things are gonna get juicy, and then you have to take all that time to strip down. Keeps things more, spontaneous, in a way. Lets people get to the whole voring thing that much faster"
Jamie nodded as Ron opened the covered doors to the party outside on the patio. Already the party was rolling along, though Jamie's gaze of the many furs was distracted by the sight of a massive snake. And more so the mouse buried in his maw, just a pair of wiggling pink feet disappearing with the rhythmic tugs of swallowing. Around the snake a small crowd had gathered to watch, while an albino ferret male was rubbing and massaging the snake's massive maw, soon to be bulged with mouse. Some of the crowd was quite envious, though whether towards the snake or mouse it was hard to tell. Ron gave Jamie a firm little nudge in the side, "Go on, say hi to Ketos, the big snake over there, he's the host of the party you know."
Jamie gulped, but guided by teasing nudges from Ron he shuffled forward. Unable to keep from staring at the bulge the mouse made as he sank down the naga's long throat. He shuffled forward besides the ferret, and shyly looked up to the big serpent, at least as much as he could around the bulge wiggling down his chest, "er, hello there. Um, my friend suggested I should say hello. Could I, er, rub your belly?" Tekos eyed up the otter with a lewd grin, then glanced to Ron who waved cheerfully. A low chuckle from the big snake while he nodded, laying back as the mouse settled into his gut for the two to begin massaging.
Jamie reached over, and nervously pressed his hands to the big bulge in those scales. He could feel the mouse's struggles beneath all the fat and muscles below, wriggling in his or her last moments while he rubbed the predator's belly. He wasn't certain if it was a boy or a girl, but it didn't matter, it was just meat now in a churning belly. The otter shivered, realizing he might end his night in a similar manner, struggling vainly until he grew still and was slowly digested in a tight, powerful stomach.
The otter was distracted from his day dreaming by a grinning raccoon who walked in front of him, "I see you're having fun!" Ron blatantly moving his gaze down to look over arousal jutting from the otter's lap. Jamie blushed more as Ron grinned wider, ruffling the otter's hair as he said, "Don't mind me, just offering you a drink, I'm sure you werere getting thirsty rubbing all that belly." He gave the otter a tall drink, bright purple with an obscenely pink umbrella poking out of it.
Jamie thanked Ron as he stopped rubbing the big naga's gut for a moment to sip the drink. Sweet and cloying, with a sharp bite of alcohol in the punch flavored drink. Curiously watching Ketos and Ron whisper a little back and forth while he drank. He was soon idly using his free hand to lazily rub the thick gut of the snake, feeling the wiggling inside grow still. A little shiver as he knew some poor mouse was just meat now.
A thick wet lick and puff of hot breath along his head made the otter suddenly stiffen up, eliciting a girlish squeak of surprise. A playful chuckle and nibble from big scaled lips teased at his ears, then a nice nuzzle from the massive snake nudged him and his erection towards the snacks. "Go on and have some snacks, you can always rub my belly later. Just be careful, or you might find yourself doing it from the inside tonight." He gave a wink as the otter trembled a little, walking nervously to the massive table of food.
Jamie already felt a little woozy from the drink, that punch must be packing quite a punch. He didn't seem to find any more of the fruity drink on the table, but Ron was always ready to give him another glass of the purple stuff. Mostly the otter looked over the selection of meats they had. Various placards announced the types, with various things like cow, chicken, lamb, pig, horse, otter... Jamie gulped, realizing these were anthro' meats instead of the more common types. He was caught between the fascination of trying otter flesh and the strangeness of that thought as he sipped on his drink. He also tried to remember how many of these he downed, maybe a half dozen, while he pondered trying cannibalism as well.
Sunset settled in as a pair of familiar raccoon paws guided the very tipsy otter towards a massive coal pit that had been setup. A pair of heavy set komodo dragons stoked the coals, their arms looking nearly as thick as their big guts. Some sort of harness thing and a long pole was setup nearby as well. And a more familiar rotisserie setup for roasting large meats. Strangely everyone seemed to be eying his drunken self as he staggered up to the harness thing under Ron's guiding paws.
A pair of nylon straps were casually fitted around his wrists as Jamie watched with a cheerful lack of concern. He felt his inhibitions melt away, leaving him detached and playful as he jokingly wiggled and swayed his hips. He thought he should have been shy or embarrassed before the crowd, but he was apparently dead sexy now. It was quite an intoxicating set of drinks he had, just watching the nylon ropes hold his wrists together without complaint. A loop of rope created between them, though he was more amused how they added a fourth stripe to his forearms now. Making him bound nice, snug and secure, arms held high, showing off his aroused body.
His long tail wormed about, playfully trying to avoid being caught and bound to his ankles. Another set of straps snugly bound his legs, similarly fitted with a loop between them. The naga was saying something about him being the guest of honor, and since it's his first time here, he gets to be vored. Something strange like that, he was mostly distracted by the warmth of the coals and concentrating on wiggling to show off his arousal for the crowd He wondered how it was if you had to be eaten for your first trip, there would be any one left. Maybe it was just some sort of embarrassing prank from the raccoon now, to get blackmail pics of him bound and nude. Though everyone was nude, which would be odd for blackmail. But it was pretty fun, maybe that 'otters love to streak' myth was real.
Mostly he just gawked while his feet were snugly bound up with his tail. He giggled, and posed, arching and wriggling his long body. The drinks giving him a playfully horny mood, and he was enjoying being the center off attention. And all the arousal he brought to the others. "So, eh, what kinky things did you have planned for me now?" he muttered up to the massive snake. Ketos mostly ignored him, working on ordering the two komodo dragon assistants, and some kirin girl, to come over to him. The long razors they had concerned Jamie, but not as much as even he would have liked. But their brushes with the cold steel made him more and less thankful at once, when they began to just shave his fur off instead of snuffing him or something.
Jamie could do little else but watch with a strange mix of annoyance and amusement as his fur was cleanly shaved off. His skin was revealed to be as pink as his penis to the crowd as he struggled about. A massive amount of fur piled up as their strong hands gripped and held the part of him to shave. Smoothly removing the fur in one area before they moved to the next. It was ticklish too, but his attempts to complain were foiled by the constant giggles and squeaks elicited from cool brushes of steel. Swift, smooth and careful, even on the most delicate of areas like his sheath. He curled his toes as he whined, "eh, heh, ok, this will be a funny set of pics, but, er, you don't need to cook me. I could take you all out even if you wanted... to KFC even!"
The three just ignored his squirming, squawking struggles and removed the rest of his fur with a careful sureness. His once lush pelt now a large pile of cream and brown fur around his feet. The crowd amused to see the rings of green on his arms extended to his skin too. Jamie soon reduced to his pink skin as he still giggled and whimpered, half in lust and half in fear, lost in a euphoric haze from the drinks he had.
Jamie knew he was slipped more than a few stiff drinks worth of alcohol now, he was too horny and unconcerned even from being drunk. He noticed the sight of Ron toying with some young lamb girl who was being devoured by a fat gryphon, amusing Jamie that much more. He should have known Ron would have lead him here to be eaten. The raccoon noticed his gaze, waving cheerfully back. Jamie tried to get his best glare in, but was interrupted by a hot, slick warmth that poured over his tummy. Letting out a long little series of giggles and squeals, he looked down to see the three smearing and pouring sweetly scented oil over his body. He gave a little whine, he was gonna be cooked! And he just writhed in pleasure under the massaging hands. The pleasurable warmth the oil had was multiplied further by whatever he was drugged up on. His tongue soon lolling out to taste the oil, amused to find it coconut oil, his favorite. Soon his arousal dripped precum to the attendant's amusement, the otter's eyes lidded in lustful moans as their hands worked the oil into his supple skin.
The reptilian hands worked firmly and intimately, ensuring every inch of the otter was well oiled. Sometime they would even outright fondling and teasing him to hear him whine and gasp. A finger nudged under tail to press, wet and slick oil into his rump. The otter shivered and melted under the fondling brushes, every single touch was bliss in his drug dazed consciousness. Maybe this whole being roasted alive wasn't too bad after all. He giggled more as he watched the big snake lift the big steel pole high, curious where that would go.
A sudden firm grasp from the snake opened his jaws and held them upwards. Woken from his dreamy reverie as the cold, thick steel pole was guided between his lips by Ketos's powerful hands. His eyes widening as they followed those arms up to the big steel spit that was suddenly pushing his tongue down, and he squeaked sharply before it slipped into his throat. The steel was similarly oiled, letting it sink easily into his chest as he watched horrified at the little inch measurement markings on the pole disappeared down his vision in a rapid pace.
The cold push of steel buried itself down his chest, splitting into him with a sharp indifference to his well being. But strangely he found no pain. Just the clinical sensation of his body separating around the pole, his heart pounding away inches from the steel pole. Spearing the cold stiff point further down his chest while he swallowed rhythmically in response. The first tingle of asphyxiation was just hinting, that erotic heat he would feel when he would dive deep for fun. This time he wasn't going to surface though, and he couldn't whine or struggle as Ketos's powerful grasp pushed the spit further and further down, spearing through him while not breaking anything critical. A sharp tug and he felt his diaphragm be pushed through, his chest no longer easily rising. But being unable to breath didn't matter when his throat was full of a steel pole anyways. So he didn't have to worry too much about that bit of damage.
Whatever Ron had slipped him, it was doing quite a good job. He could feel everything, as the pole settled deeper in his belly. His insides heated up the lower half so that part at least no longer felt like a prickle of ice stuck in him. But definitely there, worming it's way to soon leave him spitted and ready to roast. It was a strange sensation, feeling how the once cold metal would warm up by the time it disappeared below his chest. While more cold slick metal was dragged down his tongue and throat. His lungs ached, but with a detached sensation, as if to casually warn him he's soon going to drown, but not to worry, it will all be over soon.
A sharp pinch and rip, and soon the pole was deftly guided out of his rump. Jamie's eyes clenched shut, realizing he was riding the biggest sex toy he ever would. He tried to not giggle at the thought, the sensation too weird with a metal pole buried in him. He felt another foot or two slide through him, then it settled. Admiring how neatly it went through the loops between his wrists, and he suspected the ankles were similarly fitted. A clasp soon placed on both hands and feet to ensure he would turn evenly, and he knew he was just a big roast now, ready to cook.
His view suddenly slipped forward, and he got to see the crowd. Hushed and aroused by the sight of their still struggling meal. Soon he was placed over the coals. Burning hot against his skin, but not feeling the burns thankfully. The heat was incredible even through the pain numbing drugs, and soon the world turned for him. Slow and lazily, not quite enough to get dizzy by. It was relaxing as his lungs casually tried to warn him he was asphyxiating. Spots and sparkles danced in his vision as he felt his skin begin to sear. A strange sensation without pain, and he thought it was incredibly erotic. The sound of his precum as it dripped onto the coals was a nice, cheerful sizzle each time. It was his loins ache all the hotter with lust. Or maybe it was just the coals cooking his sheath, penis and testicles slowly that was causing that.
Either way the otter wriggled and wormed what little he could. Blinking and shuddering silently as the pleasure rose and boiled in him. Finally he couldn't hold back, watching his vision start to fade away. A hot flood of pleasure splashed all over his belly as he turned onto his back. A few more spurts arced past his belly as the turning spit shifted him to present his climaxing prick towards the coals. Each jet of seed sizzled sharp on the white hot coals below. Even Jamie found the sound and sensation erotic, a final shiver of pleasure to rush through his dying body. His eyes lidded as the heat grew too hot for them. And he felt that nice, restful sleep just waiting for him. Finally the helpless otter slipped away to dream of roasting otter flesh hot above the coals.
It took most of the night to cook Jamie thoroughly. His once bright pink skin turned dark and blistered from, the heat. His fatty skin dripped grease onto the coals from time to time to flare up impressively. His body was smelling wonderful once he was finally removed to be butchered. The crowd clamored over who got which parts, some wanting the well done meat on the outer portions of his body. Some wanting the almost rare meat deep within his thighs and rump. A few fought over his entrails and steaming guts, squabbling over who got the heart, lungs, liver. There wouldn't be anything left. Even his bones were passed out to the largest furs, to suck out the marrow and chew thoughtfully upon them through the rest of the morning. All in all, nothing would be left of him by the end of the party, and everyone would go home full. But of course, no one would ever leave a vore party hungry, it was one of the reasons they were so popular.