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Chapter Three

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)

Ace hummed to herself, walking at a brisk clip to the slaughterhouse, around the back of the stables. It had come time to choose the males to be presented at the party and served as cooked meat. The scorching day raised a sweat upon her coat and she flicked her tail so that it swatted the back of her legs, scattering a flurry of flies in a small cloud. Slaughtering was not the prettiest part of the job, but it had to be taken care of. She would have much preferred the lionesses or any other natural predator, anthro or non-anthro, to kill the boys, but means must.

The slaughter house boasted individual pens out of the heat of the sun where the males were fed their last meals before being killed, all designed to bring the best tasting meat from their flesh. Ace's employees – female for the slaughterhouse – bustled to and fro, herding the boys with the aid of their trusty canines into pens, each pen housing a different type of livestock. Closest to the entrance was a pen containing the mature labour males and it was there that Ace paused first, casting her eyes over the inhabitants of the pen to see just exactly which boys would find themselves at her party.

“They're looking strong," she murmured, stretching over the fence to cup the chin of a strong-jawed individual. “How many years has he worked to gain that manner of muscle?"

The female in charge of the pen, a king cheetah, leaned back on the fence and offered a paw to the boys, chuckling to herself as they nosed at it in search of food.

“Nine years now, you know how quickly they mature," she answered, the words flowing from her tongue. “One of our kind would never be of this size and strength by that age."

“No," Ace agreed. “They grow quicker, as livestock does, and mature as such. More like the non-anthros if you ask me."

“They could never compare to the lionesses intelligence."

Ace grinned.

“Oh, you're chatting to them now, are you?"

“Of course! They've been looking to get their teeth into the 'slow cooking line', or so they tell me."

Smirking, Ace flushed with pride at her greatest idea. Boys were required to do manual work around the farm, whether it was in the fields or construction, growing muscle and staying lean with labour. After a time, they broke down, their lifespan shorter than females of their kind, and needed to be culled from the labour herd. That was where Ace's slow cooking line had come into play, making the meat tender enough that it became as much of a delicacy as fresh, bleeding cuts. It had made part of her fortune.

“The males that are slowing down still have use, even if they are not as good for work in the fields anymore," Ace mused, looking them over. “Handy that some clients prefer these bulkier boys for raw feeding too. They'll make a great addition to the event. Predators can pick and choose as they please."

“Which ones will you take?"

Ace looked them over critically. It was not difficult to note which had injuries and which were slower than they had been a week prior, as she was intimately familiar with her stock. She pointed them out with a nod and a point, ensuring that the cheetah knew exactly which ones she meant. She would have hated for a good labour male to end up at slaughter before its time.

“Those." She nodded and turned, moving on. “Ensure they're prepared. We have but three days until the weekend is upon us, the party in full swing by this time on Saturday. Make sure they're ready, Leanne."

She didn't see the cheetah nod as she turned away, her mind already on the next matter of business. Some males had already been chosen and would be bound at the event for guests to enjoy as they pleased. She'd cook some alive, while others would be eaten raw – it was up to the guests what happened to them. Nodding a greeting to their overseer, a large eared serval with striking spots, Ace picked up a tub of marinade and applied it with a soft-tipped brush to the males in that particular pen. They stood to attention and swayed in enjoyment as the brush stroked over them, streaking a deeper shade of crimson marinade over their skin. Ace smiled to herself as she worked. They would be repeatedly coated until the party, upon which point they would become the highlight of the event.

If all eyes weren't on Ace, of course.

*

“Ace, you do not mind if I eat while we talk, do you?"

Ace tried not to squirm, perched upon the bamboo chair in the sanctuary, and raised what she hoped was a nonchalant paw.

“Of course not, my dear, please help yourself."

Delilah rose to her paws and padded over to where one of the boys sat on the floor with his legs crossed, head bowed down so that his chin rested on his chest. Without saying a word, Delilah sank her teeth into his shoulder and yanked him forward, dragging him back to where Ace sat. Though he let out a muffled grunt at being tossed about, he made no complaint as blood stained his skin and Delilah pushed him on top his back, licking her lips as she surveyed her treat.

Eyeing the plump flesh of the male's stomach, Delilah fed, sinking her teeth in and ripping free a chunk of meat. The boy shuddered and closed his eyes, hands curling into fists. He was too well trained to fight back or move away and it was, after all, the end that all of them could expect sooner or later. Why should he be any different? Enjoying her meal, Delilah closed her jaws delicately about the boy's testicles and tore them free, playing the delicious treat within her muzzle with her tongue as they returned to their conversation.

“You could place the males upon the tables as centrepieces, trussed up like those snorting things some of the less cultured predators enjoy so." Delilah wrinkled her muzzle and swallowed a mouthful of meat. “Pigs?"

Ace tried to look away from Delilah eating, not because she was disgusted but because the need to fuck, to cum, rose in the pit of her stomach. Oh, how she wanted her boys again.

“Ah, yes, that's it," Ace chuckled, crossing one leg over the other. “I'm sure they would look tantalising up on the tables, in the centre of the display. I was thinking about having some hanging from artificial trees like fruit – something for the taller carnivores."

“More natural feeding, I like it," the lioness agreed, running her tongue up the male's soft cock – unfortunately, he was not one to become hard as he bled out like some were apt to do. “Some males on a spit would be lovely too." She licked her lips. "Roasted meat is luscious."

Ace's eyes brightened as she was supplied with something more to focus on and, though the boy's moans distracted somewhat, she considered what more she could do.

“We have come up with some fresh concoctions that we may inject into a live male's scrotum," Ace suggested with a flick of her paw. “Imagine what we did with stuffing some of the males... Like that only with flavouring to enhance their balls. It will even make them bigger!"

Ace grinned.

“I am sure with how much you love devouring the genitalia of your meals, this will go down very well with the four-legged guests at my feast. But what can I do for you, my dear?"

Delilah considered the notion, placing a paw on the boy to keep him in place as she tore away fresh cuts of meat, blood dripping down her muzzle into her creamy chest fur. He twitched, eyes glazed over and whimpered, making Ace's ears flick back to her skull. Gently, Ace lifted a hoof and placed it over his mouth to keep him quiet as Delilah fed at her leisure. It would not do to have her so disturbed, Ace reasoned, yet her arousal scented the air about her.

“Do not forget a low feeding table for us," Delilah reminded Ace with a twinkle in her eye.

Licking blood from her muzzle, the lioness looked up at Ace slyly from the corner of her eye to see her friend shaking her head, a grin stretching her lips wide.

“You are one wicked lioness, do you know that? Are you ever going to let me live that mishap down?"

“Not until next year. And then the year after that. We were fed well enough, even if we did have to startle some of your guests."

“Springing on to the tables will do that, I hear."

The ladies laughed, the lionesses a low, sultry rumble that made Ace quiver. The boy finally drifted off into eternal sleep, the fluttering rise and fall of his chest still forever. As if beckoned by a higher force, two of the remaining males appeared at Ace's shoulder, hands resting upon her short coat with unspoken questions in their eyes: they rarely spoke as livestock, though Ace was well aware that they had their ability. The sound of Delilah enjoying her dinner was the perfect background music and Ace nodded to them, allowing them to adore her as they would. It was the least she deserved.

Relaxing back into their touch, Ace rolled her shoulders and groaned as they massaged her shoulders. It was good to be touched and she found herself sliding a paw between her legs to tease her clit through her shorts even as Delilah continued to feed, unperturbed by the actions of her friend.

Ace sighed happily, ears soft and drooping to the sides of her head.

The party was going to be fabulous!

*

Ace found Delilah the next morning sprawled on her back within the sanctuary, legs spread in a relaxed feline fashion. One of the boys that had massaged Ace's back and shoulders the previous day had his face between her legs, tongue teasing over her small, pert pussy lips. Delilah rolled her head on top of a plush cushion and purred, tail flicking to and fro between the boy's legs. It caught and brushed over his dangling balls. They were so plump that she could already imagine how they would feel rolling over her tongue. Ace did not even start as she walked in on the lionesses, despite the chuckle that bubbled from her lips. It was so like the lioness to desire sexual attention after feeding. It was one of the reasons the two of them got on so well together.

“Good morning," Ace greeted her with a smile. “Don't let me disturb, we can speak when you are sated."

Half-raising her head, the lioness groaned and shuddered under the attention.

“No matter." Delilah panted softly. “We can speak."

Ace perched on the edge of the chair that was always left in the sanctuary for her use and rested her elbows on her knees so that she could better watch. Delilah did not mind or had never voiced any disapproval before. It was a sure thing that the lioness would speak up if she did not desire company or did not want to be watched. The swell of her belly from the previous day's feeding was unmistakable.

“Well, I was going to ask if you had had enough to eat, but I think you've already answered that question!"

Ace nodded to Delilah's huge, bloated stomach and the boy rubbed it soothingly, easing the discomfort for the lioness he serviced.

“Oh, it was the most delicious meal I've ever had!" Delilah praised, relaxing as her stomach was massaged. “I know how you make your boys so scrumptious... That's how you say it, is it not? Anyway, I know how but however did you come up with such feeding regimes? It shows in every bite, I swear."

Ace flushed with pride.

“Ah, now I could not possibly tell you that." She wagged her finger at the lioness, eyes twinkling. “That would be giving up a personal secret and what mare would do that?"

Delilah rumbled with mirth and twisted, rolling to all fours. The boy scrambled back out of the way of her powerful hind legs, rippling with muscle, and followed her at a crawl, tongue sticking out from between his lips as if to show her that he was ready to please her more whenever she desired.

“Regardless of your secrets or not, Ace, I will never say no to your produce. Please bring us the next batch of boys whenever you are ready. I assure you that they will be most appreciated and please remember that we are here to help you with whatever you need, as your friends."

“That is very kind of you, but it is more than enough to see you and the others happy here," Ace smiled. “You deserve the best."

Licking her lips, Delilah inclined her head gracefully and turned to the boy, tail flicking so that the tuft at the tip swatted his raised, wriggling rump.

“You're next," she murmured to the boy, butting her head into his shoulder.

His tongue disappeared back between his lips, the only sign of his surprise.

“And I'll be watching!"

Ace joined in with the teasing, observing the boy's reaction closely. Sometimes they reacted differently when they were reminded of their fate. It was always interesting to see conflicting emotion dance across their faces. This one was no disappointment to her little test. The boy ducked his head and made no comment, as expected, though the smile on his lips told a different tale. Ace sat back and smiled, satisfied as the boy returned to his ministrations with Delilah, working her towards climax.

To be eaten by the lionesses was an honour he understood.

*

Dear Diary,

Livestock is selling like hotcakes these days, I'm not even sure I can keep up with demand anymore. That means that it's time to raise my prices, right? Though I'd hate to price anyone out of a meal, it seems to be necessary to moderate the rate at which males are flying out of here. Sometimes it seems like they are barely in the meadow, grazing, before they are gone again, into the jaws of a tiger, serval or whatever other predator is looking for fresh meat that day.

I watched some of the predators at the dining room today, devouring the raw males. They are so vicious in their approach. I cannot drag my eyes away from them. Some of them like to be watched eating – often the males. I think it's an expression of male power or something like that. They leave such a mess that it's a blessing that I have the big labour males to clean up the blood, bone and entrails littered around. It's part of the job. I may be a little addicted to blood now, the scent of it. It's far more erotic than even cum. Either way, watching the boys get eaten...it's hot.

I like imagining the fates of the boys that are taken away to be eaten later too. I think about them waiting to be eaten and accepting the clasp of jaws around their throats in the most intimate of kisses, the final embrace. They are lucky to have come from my stock. They are more coveted than any other human males bred in the locality and beyond.

I hope to see more at the party. I'm confident that I'll have much more to write down.

After all, this is the only place where I can be open.