Chapter 9/60: The Taste of the First CutThe girls bustled around the dormitory. They were busy with everything and nothing. As if they were trying to occupy their thoughts with something. Frida sprawled in an armchair.“Evan’s taking a long time to come back,” she complained, scrolling through something on her phone but not paying particular attention to anything.“Unfortunately young culinary apprentices don’t have it easy. Father pushed me pretty hard in childhood.” Callisa sighed.At

The Ropesby Scratch T.L. Samantha could feel the tension in her fur drop as she entered the restaurant, her sensitive nose greeted with the combined scent of cooking meat and sweaty, fearful, delicious prey. In the dimly lit establishment were arrayed enlarged dinner tables attended by every species of predator imaginable, and upon those tables danced and writhed and sometimes kicked and struggled an assortment of both predator and prey species. The ‘Watering Hole’ was a storied eater

The crowd went wild and cheered as the match came to a stunning conclusion, Marcus the Lion and Luke the Jackal churning their opponents away in their fat sacks. The bell rang as both men came, gallons of musky nut splattering in the ring as the skulls of the former champs clattered to the ground.
 
"And there you have it folks! We have our new Tag Team Champions; Marcus the Mulcher and Lavish Luke! Give them a round of applause!" Thunderous roars rang throughout the arena as the crowd cheered f...

They were a nice young couple, honeymooning in the wilds of Africa. Or so they told everyone. When they came to the Tame Camp, as soon as the safety lecture was over they sat down with the camp overseer."We understand there's some paperwork we have to fill out if we want to do certain things," said the man.Sudi the camp chief raised an eyebrow. Dark as ebony, with close-cut frizzy hair beginning to go gray, he'd been at the camp since the start. And before that, really. It was the video of him