Celicia took a long drag off her cigarette holder and tried to keep one eye on the alley mouth and the other on her master. Ripper the wolverine had been uncommonly bad-tempered of late, and she finally knew why: apparently he had relished the taste, or feel, or something else about the otter-man he had gulped down last month and lusted after more.

Otter-men were rare in Monstertown and it'd taken this long to see even one more on the streets during their daily walks. The instant the big wolverine had laid eyes on the two-legged water weasel he had tugged at his leash. Celicia, still sore from the more-violent-than-usual sex he had demanded recently, was only too happy to help him get his toy.

Luckily, this otter had been almost as strongly attracted to Ripper as had the last one and had only required the hint that she wanted to watch before he let himself be led into an alley. Several minutes into the encounter things had gone horribly wrong for him, just as she knew they would.

The cigarette was a comfort, for this otter was putting up a terrific struggle and even with his head in Ripper's mouth the fight was making too much noise for comfort. He clawed and kicked and had even managed to draw a little blood from the wolverine's leather-tough hide. If a Guard patrol heard, Ripper might even have to disgorge his toy and run with her in tow. The General had been very angry indeed the last time he had to apologize to citizenry for his hungry, lustful hunting-beast.

The otter's shoulders were in Ripper's mouth now, though, and the hungry wolverine was stuffing his victim in with one huge forepaw. Bit by bit the water-weasel's torso was swallowed. The otter was still kicking and squirming, but it was plain now that this encounter would end in a belch. Ripper would be happy, and a happy master was a pleasant master.

Celicia took another drag on the cigarette and smiled. Watching his muscles work beneath his shaggy pelt, she could understand why the otter, and others, found him attractive. There was something about the rude, crude beast who took what he wanted. He had his share of willing lovers besides herself. It was just that most of them did not realize that unless the wolverine counted you as a friend – or slave in her case – sex with him usually led not only to part of him ending up inside them, but ultimately to all of them ending up inside him....