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Chapter Seven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

It took less than Ace was proud to admit for the panther to convince her to attend a meet up in town of people, anthros and humans alike, who enjoyed the flesh of boys raised for slaughter and eating. In a fictional world, she imagined that she would have deliberated over it for far, far longer than she realised and agonised about it late at night yet, in reality, the words had slipped from her mouth before she had a chance to realise that they were gone and she was entirely unable to call them back.

So, ten boys. She had thought that enough of a welcoming gift and initiation into a group that could be her sanctuary and fodder for her wildest dreams, both rolled into one. The meeting was held in a stately home, the kind that people from another country had brought the idea of over with them when they had first set foot in Africa itself. A strange blend of African culture and an expansive mansion that would only have slightly looked out of place in the British countryside, it did not fit in quite, although its strangeness suited the deviation from the norm that those bringing stocks boys into their bedrooms for sexual pleasure quite perfectly.

Ace hesitated at the door, her boys neatly lined up behind. She had not bothered to truss them up, needing her paws free to hold and read the address, her carriage pulled by her favourite too working boys waiting to the side of the door. A gatekeeper had waved her on, the mare clearly expected, but she hadn't wanted to haul her boys in by herself and this kind of meeting was not quite something that she'd be able to bring her assistants along on, as much as it may, in a way, relate to work. For they were most certainly a new client base for her if she could offer up her stock for sexual pleasure as well as for a food source and, judging by the home she was about to set hoof in, the money seemed to be all there.

If she thought about the money, she could do it: she could be brave. All it took was one leap of faith.

The door swung open as she knocked and she flinched back, only just swallowing her squeak in time, a female hyena with a glittering darkness in her eyes standing there.

“Ah... A new face!" She growled, somehow managing to inject a sultry edge into her voice. “And you brought stock with you! Oh, you'll fit right in – please make yourself at home here!"

And Ace gulped hard, stepping inside with equal measures of trepidation and anticipation in her heart to see just what lay within. The hyena, who had not introduced herself or exchanged further words with Ace, beckoned her on through an expansive entrance hall, curling her forefinger to encourage her on, although the mare was no timid mouse. She may have been nervous out of her bones but, well, that was not something that she was going to let on in her demeanour, her head held high and a confident smile pulling at her lips.

Fake it 'till you make it.

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Then there was the meeting room, something of a hall where a banquet may have been held with a mixture of people and, of course, boys present, food laid out along a table set against the far wall. Ace shivered to see that, amongst the usual slices of meat and the like from boys, there were live specimens also laid out there for the attention of those who took part in live feeding. One of them was missing his cock and just one nut, a serpent with a flickering tongue toying with him before taking the second, blood pooling in his crotch and the space between his trembling, twitching yet unbound thighs.

Everyone turned to look at her, interest plastered obviously across their faces – and just why wouldn't they be when their kink was so far out of left field that many didn't even realise it existed? Sex with one's food? Why, that should have been unheard of and yet it made Ace's spine tingle in such a way that it was a wonder that it had taken her so long during the course of her life to reach that point.

“Hey, guys," she said, oddly timid when faced with so many others. “Is...um...this the right place?"

“And what place would that be?" A tigress with sparkling amethyst earrings dangling from her ears purred, batting her eyelashes as a boy on a golden leash slipped his hand up under her seductively cut dress. “I cannot imagine what you think goes on here!"

But it was all a jest in the good humour of the thing that was oh so very taboo, laughter lightening the mood and the air between them.

“Ah, you're a joker, aren't you?" Ace chuckled, running her fingers back through her mane, the base a little sweatier than she would have liked. “I was supposed to meet Eliza here but I think she may be running a little late."

The tigress nodded, eyes half-lidded as she caressed her boy. He was not truly leashed like a pet but it made a change from the humans in the paintings of old who kept tigers on fine, golden leashes as a symbol of their power, imagining that they controlled what was wild. Ace smiled. It was good that times had since changed.

“Ace! So glad you could make it!"

And then Eliza was there, providing the social lubricant needed as she slipped an arm casually around Ace's waist, although she made no pretence that her eyes were not on the boys she'd brought along with her, jaws hanging open lustfully.

“Mm and you brought snacks too..."

Everything simply seemed to come together smoothly from there, Eliza taking her around to introduce her to everyone in turn and, of course, enjoying the males on the buffet table. The panther was wicked in playing with her food too – perhaps it was a feline thing? – teasing the male as she used a sharpened knife to delicately carve off slices of flesh from him, the boy on the table unrestrained (it wasn't as if he was going to go anywhere) and squirming. More and more of his body disappeared as the panther feasted, pointing out the key players in the group to Ace as they moved through the throng of people, finally delicately taking his balls in her mouth and rolling them around her tongue before snipping her teeth around them, severing their attachment to the boy's body.

He was far gone, the blood loss heft and the light slipping from his eyes but that did not prevent Eliza from giving his cock a quick lustful suck and taste before devouring that too, throwing her head back with great relish as she swallowed it, the lump moving down her throat. Ace sucked in a breath and turned her head away, although it was not because she was against the scene in the slightest. Moreover, it made her want the boys for herself, to feel their lips and tongues and hands caressing and adoring her as she deserved.

It was one of the lions that intrigued Ace the most, a distinguished anthro who stated that he enjoyed feasting on the boys and approached Ace first to ask, well, if he could use some of hers. Perhaps putting herself out there initially, Ace selected two of her finest – well, all of her stock was of the very best quality, of course – and let them do as they willed with him, the lion resting a genial yet commanding paw on each of their heads, mane fluffed and primped to perfection. They seemed to know just what to do with a male of their stature too, his smart trousers easing down as they took heed of his murmured commands, Alistair not the type of person who needed to raise their voice at all in order to be heard or obeyed. It was an air that made those around him respect him and the boys fell and fawned at his feet like the lustful food group they truly were.

And Ace simply couldn't drag her eyes away, not even as Eliza chattered away, making conversation as the tone of the room devolved further into raunchy debauchery – just as Ace had expected, in all honesty. The lion stood tall and rumbled a purr as the boys moaned and caressed his bare hind paws, stroking and easing their fingers between the toes as they worshipped him, as inexperienced as they were with the art of male pleasure. They did not please themselves and, thus, had no reference when it came to giving pleasure to another male, due to the strong female presence on Ace's ranch. They took direction well enough, however, and the lion was soon rumbling his pleasure as the boys took turns sucking his cock, adoring him and his body as they had adored Ace so many times, their cocks hard and plump and wanton for attention. Sometimes Ace bet that they got hard even at the thought of being eaten – but that was surely just her placing her fantasies on them...wasn't it?

Not everyone wanted to put on a show but those who did, oh, there was nothing better to whet Ace's appetite than watching such boys being enjoyed before her very eyes. She had not realised, at first, just why two ladies (human ladies, not anthros like her and, admittedly, most of her friend those days seemed to be) had brought massive, hulking beasts of Mastiffs with them. The dogs were intimidating in the sense that one wouldn't have wanted to unduly approach their owners but their wrath and passion was, however, spent on fucking two of the boys – at least to start off with. The dogs seemed to know well enough just what they were there for and sniffed around one of their happy victims, the boy quivering on the floor, although it would be wrong to assume it was fear when his cock was so hard and throbbing. No, that stock male willingly groaned and arched his back on all fours for the canine, doing his best to please the blonde pair of mistresses with intense blue eyes with a show that they would not so easily forget.

The ladies did not introduce themselves but Eliza whispered to Ace in hushed tones that they were Sara and Jess, a pair that went under plain pseudonyms so as not to uncover their true kinky and bloody fantasies to the world. Of course, there was nothing untoward about consuming males bred for their meat but mating with them and watching their dogs take them, jaws slavering with lust and thick ropes of drools splattering onto the howling boys? Well, that was something else entirely. Ace pressed her paw to her chest, captivated as they were both taken by one dog each, the canines near enough demanding that the boys please their shafts before actually mounting them. Those boys, however, seemed more in tune with the pleasure a cock deserved and lapped lewdly all over, playing their tongues into the beast's balls as the women, quietly, murmured instructions. It spoke volumes of the quiet power and presence they held though that they did not need to shout or screech directions, merely knowing that they would be heard – for who would not listen to them?

“Come," Eliza breathed, shaking Ace's elbow gently to ease her from her daze, eyes locked on the canines as one, finally, sank his jaws into the boy's shoulder, a bloody mating bite. “There is much more to see and not all of us are so public here."

And, as much as she wanted to stay, Ace knew that there would be much more time ahead in which to enjoy the shows, the public displays that those who loved to fuck boys adored so. There were so many more as Eliza gently towed her through the crowd, pausing to admire an anthro stallion with a thick, black mane trying to slam his oversized, drooling shaft into a boy that was entirely too small for him. That didn't stop him from trying, however, as he gathered something of a crowd, the equine snorting madly as he squeezed into a hole that was never designed to take such a thick and throbbing length.

“Damn, Matthew never gives up does he?"

Ace didn't have a chance to reply, moving through a group with wine glasses in hand and paw, chattering happily without partaking in the sexual lewdness going on before them. Ace could not help but notice another mare like her too, kissing and frenching her boys deeply, forcing her tongue into their smaller mouths as they wriggled and struggled to keep up with her. They didn't seem to mind it all that much, however, and squirmed in her grasp, hands finding her pussy and slipping fingers up into her sex, as eager for more as she was.

But there was one who stood apart from everything, a boy perched beside her on the floor, dressed in a fine pant suit that set off the tawny hue of her fur. A lioness stood tall and proud with not even a drink clasped in her paw, set back and away as others seemed to give her a wide berth, diving into the fun with open hearts and minds that Ace wished she had known existed many years before. Eliza zeroed in on her, although there was a hesitation in her step that had not been there before, Ace's boys scurrying along behind her to keep up as they were groped, poked, prodded and pinched, comments of how delicious they looked (in more ways than one) following wherever she went. They would be distributed at some point but Ace simply didn't know where to send them when there was simply so much going on!

The lioness cast her eyes over the duo, an appraising flick of her eyes taking in the boys, who lined up obediently behind Ace, ever in their place. Their cocks were hard and throbbing, desperate for erotic attention, and they simply could not help themselves from glancing around, taking in everything as even their lusts were stimulated as simple stock boys. They couldn't be expected to understand intricacies beyond the basic needs of their bodies, after all, and one even moaned as a boy further back in the party met his end in one of the feral Mastiff's maws, his bloody end shattering the joviality in the most erotic of ways.

“Bahati, I was not sure that you would come to this meeting. Your work is going well, I trust?"

Eliza seemed reserved speaking to the lioness but Ace could recognise the aloofness of one of her kind from a mile away, being so familiar with the feral lionesses with which she shared her home. It was hardly intimidating to her at all and she settled into a little bit of familiarity as they shook paws, the lionesses smile barely reaching her cool, calculating eyes. Yet there was nothing of personal maliciousness in them or anything of that ilk but simply the stare of a predator who knew what life was about.

“As well as can be expected, although it was so busy that I was not able to make your exhibition, Ace, for your stock has resided on my dining table for many, many years."

The equine smiled and drew herself up a little taller, although her height already set her apart from many – all but the largest of anthros in many circumstances, in fact.

“I'm glad to hear that. Are there any selections that you particularly have a taste for? I'll have to ensure they are brought along to the next meeting here."

She said it so easily and so casually that the shock that she already knew that she had to return didn't quite register as quickly as it should have, Bahati smoothly and skilfully carrying the conversation between them even as Eliza slipped away to mingle some more and partake of the buffet. Ah, the lioness was a diplomat of conversation doing her best work, although the boy kneeling beside her, of course, was one that caught Ace's special attention.

Like so many of the others, he was naked (although some had been adorned with garnishes and other kinkiness for those who took them for more erotic tastes still), but it was the lack of any genitalia at all that drew Ace's attention. There was a tucked in pinch of skin where an urethra may have been located but smooth skin, most likely grafted on, covered the space where the balls should have swung, Ace shaking her head in wonder.

“Bahati... May I be so forward as to ask what you use your boys for? Without genitalia, he would surely just be a food item, would he not?"

“Oh, not in the slightest, my dear," she purred, eyes warming just a fraction as her boy leaned into her, hands rubbing and caressing up her smart trousers. “He's been in my employ for some time now but I have no need of their genitalia when he has a tongue with which to please me. As long as this one continues to display such talent, it will not end up on my dinner table."

There was a light in her eyes that suggested that there was more to that but Ace was too diplomatic herself to probe all that much. But when the boy tried to gently unbutton Bahati's trousers, she brushed him away gently, directing him to Ace instead.

“You can enjoy yourself here too, Ace, if you like," Bahati said quietly, keeping her voice low and soft. “Don't worry about anything being untoward here. You can be yourself now."

Herself? Just what would that entail. But then the lioness was gently passing her a blanket and she no longer seemed to be a key player in the masterpiece of her own life, freshly ironed jeans easing down her thickly muscled thighs as the boy moved to do what he did best. With the blanket over her lap and tucked off to the side of the main hall for the event, there was no one there with eyes on her, leaving Ace free to stare out hungrily as a white poodle, shaved in the traditional fashion, partook of just the genitals of several males laid out for her attention, clearly, on the banquet table.

Although they squirmed, the boys tongue digging up into Ace's pussy as she watched, they did not even cry as she took her time devouring their genitals, bending over at the waist to expose and oddly shaved vulva that seemed to draw in the eye. Perhaps that was her intention, the poodle clearly relishing rolling their balls around her mouth before swallowing them whole, puncturing others with her teeth to allow the spill of semen to flood her mouth deliciously. Ace's own mouth watered at the mere site, cum and blood splattering both the table and the boys as their organs were so sweetly taken, the mare's heart pounding viciously as she lusted for more.

And, oh, his tongue... It was impossible not to be swayed by such a tongue and she groaned against herself, arching her hips up into his touch even as the lioness looked on, surely knowing what she was feeling in intimate, exquisite detail.

“His oral efforts are really becoming quite good," Bahati said, eyes raking the room as she observed the show, one commanding paw resting on top of the boy's head, pushing him in. “He will likely be with me a long time."

And yet there was always that air that their fate hung in the balance, all under the command and whim of a predator whose feelings were very changeable on the matter. Watching a goat squeak and stutter and bounce as if she simply could not contain so much energy in her short stature, Ace climaxed with a squeal, the sound of the small goat's whip cracking through the air, a strap-on dildo hitched up around her waist in a sleek leather harness, a suitable backdrop to such a powerful orgasm. The promise of so much lewdness hung in the air, a pair of hyenas even taking some of the smaller males with their massive clitoris', pseudo penises slamming into such small, tight anal openings, with their tongues hanging out even as Ace moaned and came down from a high that made her head spin as if she had partaken in entirely too much sweet wine.

Bahati graciously helped her cover herself back up again, jeans slipping up around her hips even as the boy whined and begged for more with his eyes. He was too well trained to do more, however, and sat back obediently, eyes downcast to his feet. Shyly making her excuses – it was funny how one could become so out of their comfort zone in the very location she desired and craved above all else – Ace thanked the lioness for her hospitality and quietly yet boldly strode back into the fray as things cooled down, a butler moving amongst them to smile and remind them that there was a cookout going on outside, back on the lawn, that they were welcome too to enjoy.

“You're a new face..."

A gryphoness with striking purple feathers that rose even above Ace's height smiled as much as a gryphon could, the light in her eyes softening what the shape of her beak could not. Behind her was a cluster of boys, clamouring to pay attention to her naked body, feathers blending smoothly into fur that could either have been grey or purple, depending on just how the light hit it, hands sliding up her legs to her tail feathers and higher still when she purred her approval.

“Oh, stop... You are such an eager little lot! Always wanting to please me! Are you all my good boys?"

She cooed to them, treating them like favourite pets even if they were such of the most erotic kind, in all reality. Ace chuckled lightly and rocked back on her heels. That kind of conversation was something she sometimes heard from her ranch hands and never got old. The boys seemed to respond well to it, however, and the gryphon laughed softly, ever retaining a cool air of command. It seemed to go hand in hand with simply being a predator.

“I did not mean to pull you out of the crowd, dear, but here: I always save one of mine for those who are new to this," she murmured, giving Ace surprisingly warm hug as she clucked at one of her boys, who instantly moved from the gryphon's side to Ace's, obedient to the last. “You can do whatever you want with him – oh, you know that already. I only mean to reassure you that there are no such rules here and a gift is a gift. Enjoy him however you please, but there is definitely one thing that you must try!"

Ace stuttered a thank you even as the gryphon flung a paw out, gesturing to the back windows where the sun was setting, casting the outside world into an air of gloom. But there were dancing and flickering flames there too to stave off the encroach of darkness, a glint of promise in the rotation of a body on a spit that could only mean one thing.

The gryphoness grinned companionably, leaning in close as if to share a secret that Ace had finally opened her heart to hear.

“The cookout is to die for, darling!"