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Chapter Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

Morning dawned bright and early and Ace took a couple of her working boys, the ones that would usually end up in the stock pot to deliver the tougher cuts of meat that truly needed that extra time to tenderise, out with a carriage, working her way across the property to take stock of life as it was. There would be a barbecue next, she thought to herself, right out there by the woods so that the boys could be strung up to be devoured once they were finely barbecued in however her guests preferred it. It was the best way to show off her stock and, well, there were always summer delicacies to be had even in the heat of the African savannah.

Before her, the boys pulling the carriage, strapped into a leather harness each that secured them to her chariot, grunted and threw their weight forwards, bare feet pounding the dirt as they sought to please her. And that in itself was another symbol of their submission to her, if it could even be called that, the fact that they worked so very hard for her, their minds too simple to consider anything else. They were trained but not broken, no – they were passionate about what they did for her, knowing their place in the world and settling into it wholeheartedly, the life of a stock boy offering only one end but much simplistic beauty in the journey to get there too.

It was a good life, a very good life, in fact, but that did not mean that Ace's mind did not bubble up with worries, wondering (despite her best intentions) just what Eliza had gotten up to in the night with her special boy. Had she eaten him then? Or had she just enjoyed his tongue and fat cock, sating herself before using him as a living hot water bottle to soothe her heart and purrs through the dark of the night?

Of course, she could not stay out there forever, not even with the delight of seeing their naked bodies working before her, muscle tensing and driving them onwards, when her lionesses awaited her. It was a part of her morning and ritual that she would not forgo and Ace clucked her tongue, treating them as nothing more than the livestock that they were, driving them on at a cracking pace as the shafts of the carriage jostled and hauled her on, back to the lionesses luxurious abode.

Her boys were left outside with a tub of herbs that would both rejuvenate their strength and add to their flavour – Ace, after all, was a mare who was always thinking of the bigger picture – while she found Delilah inside the den, the light airiness of it a breath of fresh air as the heat rose outside, flourishing on ground already parched and baked. When would the rainy season come again? But that brought with it a whole host of problems and it was much easier to forget all about those problems for a time and simply wait and listen to Delilah and one of the boys, who was lying perpendicular to the feral lioness' body, one ankle crossed over the other and his flaccid yet thick cock lying casually across his thigh. His head rested on the predator's stomach as she stretched out, conversing with him so pleasantly that it truly was as if he wasn't merely food to her, the two able to have a conversation even with the predator versus prey dynamic well and truly in vogue.

And, for a food item, he was surprisingly chatty.

“I was so close to being eaten!" He trilled, throwing his hands up as he demonstrated his point. “It was so scary! But exciting! These hyenas, oh! They licked and nipped me all over as I was tied up on the banquet table, teasing me and saying that they were going to take my shaft and balls first – one by one! Oh, they were so mean to me, but it would have been nice too to end up in their bellies."

Delilah rumbled a chuckle that was somehow still reminiscent of a purr and shook her head slowly.

“And not mine? I would have thought that a leftover wouldn't have been so sad to find that he had a few more days left when it had been granted to him."

Ace smiled. It was a tease and nothing more than that, for Delilah knew as well as her just how the boys were. It was one of the things that the lioness also adored about them and their many uses, as delicious as they were in terms of simply being a food source, even if an exceptionally delectable one.

“No! No, of course not! I'm glad to be here with you now but – oh! It's so frightening being up there, laid out for them and not knowing which is going to eat you all up – or how!"

And on and on he went, clearly amusing Delilah enough that she did not merely sit on him or press her slit to his mouth, demanding oral attention from a stock item that was very likely to end up in her belly at some point. Of course, there was the nuance that he could end up on Ace's plate or, very simply, down the throat of one of the other lionesses – a group feast? Ace barely restrained her shiver – but he didn't seem to think about any of that at all as he chattered quite freely about how an Anaconda had licked down the whole length of his body before passing him by, an anthro male lion even taking a little notch out of his thigh, just to taste. It went without saying that predators liked to toy with their meat and the squeals, grunts and squirms of the boys were ever so delightful, rising to the open skies and ceilings as they filled their surroundings with such sounds of weakness and futility, accepting their fates even as their lives came to a slow and bloody end.

Taking a sharp inhalation through her nostrils, Ace jerked back to reality. Had she really delved that deep into her own fantasy while they were right there talking? The conversation had gone on without her, although it had not truly moved on to another topic at all. Her boy giggled and pressed his fingers to his lips, half-sitting up as he spun to face Delilah, the lioness' sternly forgiving stare raking over his bare body. It didn't take an expert in her field to know just what the feral lioness was thinking about at that very moment in time.

“Oh and there were these girls too..."

“Ladies, boy," Delilah corrected him, her tail lashing. “Be polite."

“Yes, yes... Ladies. Human ladies. They were all crowded around me, saying how good I'd look on a spit, roasting over the coals! Oh, that would hurt to be roasted alive! It was so scary, I just wanted to be back here with you and Ace."

“That is quite understandable but you are aware that you are here to be eaten still, are you not, boy?"

The lioness would have raised her eyebrows if she had any to raise, the mere swish of her tail giving away a sense of her deeper contemplation.

“It's not a respite nor a redemption to be back here. Your fate remains the same and a fine end it shall be, regardless of how it comes to you. Why, I am even a little peckish today..."

She gave him a meaningful look and the boy gulped but did not move away, his eyes shining with pure devotion.

“Yes, Delilah. I know. Are you hungry now?"

Ace sucked in a breath, her own stock offering himself up so willingly and sweetly to be eaten, but Delilah shook her head, the lioness rumbling a more approving purr.

“No, I am not. But another hunger of mine has been craving that sweet tongue of yours. Perhaps there is time for some fun before I seek out my sister as there is something I've been meaning to talk to her about..."

But lingering in the background would do the mare no good as she stood up tall, one ear flicked back to the champ and paw of her working males still hitched up in harness outside. She'd have to have one of her assistants hose them down after she was done with her morning rounds. They'd soon be ripe for slaughter, just two boys that meant nothing to her in the grand scheme of things but would meet their end with the same ease and dignity as the rest of her stock.

“Are you playing with your food again, Delilah?" She teased, stepping out of the shadows. “That one does seem to have rather a fondness for you, doesn't he?"

The lioness barely batted an eyelid.

“It cannot be called 'playing with my food' if I don't yet want to eat him, Ace. Would you eat on a full stomach?"

“Only if the food was truly delicious."

Ace chuckled and shook her head but a rustle to her back drew her attention before she could say anymore. Ah – Eliza was awake, the black panther emerging with a barely dishevelled appearance, the lionesses home attached to Ace's so that one could visit the other at any time. It was not as if any of her guests would have been a threat to the lionesses, after all, or vice versa, though Ace was a mare who still mostly kept herself to herself except when she had to become the social butterfly at events more aimed at the working side of life.

“I was wondering where you were, Sally sent me down here – I hope that's alright with you that I've made my own way about." Her eyes fell on the lioness, already on her back with her legs happily splayed for the boy to lavish attention on the neat slit of her sex, tongue tucking inside to taste of her essence. “Oh... They please the lionesses that reside with you too?"

The panther licked her lips, pulling her boy in closer, claws pricking through the skin of his shoulder. A seasoned player in the manner of pleasure and pain, he barely even flinched but did let out a breathy moan that could have been a quiet plea for more.

But Ace frowned and looked the boy up and down for, although there were bloody bits and teeth marks, he was very much still alive. And he was one of her stock or, at least, had most definitely been one of her boys at the party before she'd offered them all up, freely, to her guests. Was there something wrong with that one?

“Is he not to your taste?" Ace probed, lips twitching in worry. “I can fetch you another, if that would be more preferable. He will, of course, be despatched for being of inadequate stock. If I don't put out my usual quality, people will start to talk!"

“Oh, no!" The panther said, holding up her paws as if the mere thought of causing such offence was offence-inducing in itself. “No, not at all! He is very fine, his blood so sweet, but I feasted so well at the party and, well...I enjoyed his attention in other ways."

Smirking, she tapped the side of her muzzle with a delicate forefinger but there was no secret between them and Ace shivered, Delilah ignorant to their conversation as she enjoyed the lap and slurp of her own boy's tongue on her sex.

“His stock usually go well with the meat lightly seared," Ace suggested, her own mouth salivating at the mere thought. “It can be trimmed off the flesh alive but I recommend searing alive, so that they retain their best flavour. Stuffing and roasting, of course, is also a good way to cook those that have been fed on his diet but then you don't get the pleasure of seeing them squirming as the light slips from them..." Her own eyes sparkled, the mare's lips parting with wicked desire. “It truly is delectable."

Between them, the boy squirmed and pressed his face into Eliza's thigh as she stroked down his neck, grip tightening as they talked about different ways to cook and devour him. His fate well and truly was what it was but the glitter in his eyes said that he was okay with it, neither looking forward to it – it was the end of life, after all – nor fleeing from it with his figurative tail between his legs. He had a panther now, after all, and would please her however she wanted to be pleased until her jaws closed around his throat, he was spit roasted, he was braised, he was chopped up for stew, his genitals chopped off and stuffed for an appetiser, why, he could even meet his end with his genitals stripped from him first, disappearing down the throat of a hungry predator. It did not matter how he met his end, as much as it made his cock plump up once more and throb, drooling pre-cum, but it did matter how he behaved until then, the panther salivating above him.

No... That did not matter. He smiled faintly, leaning into her touch with a needy groan in the back of his throat. All that mattered was that he knew his place in the food chain.

And that was the most satisfaction a simple boy of his kind could possibly ever want for himself.