'ATTENTION
 
Job position open at the Water Hole,
must be willing to commit to the job,
will be taught how to serve customers,
will be trained in proper service.
 
This is the opportunity to attain the
only job you will ever need or want
for the rest of your life, can no miss!
 
Apply at the Water Hole, on the spot
inspection, orientation and start.'
 
Jamie the otter scratched at his head as he read over the punchy advertisement, intrigue sweeping through his mind at the points made. Free training, everything attained on the spot, the job of a lifetime! He bounced out of his seat eagerly, tossing the newspaper with the advert to the side and looking in the mirror, speaking to himself as he took up his mango scent moisturiser, rubbing some into the soft fur on his face, making it glisten softly.
 
"The job of my dreams?" he exclaimed to his reflection, a wide grin growing across his face as he rubbed his body with his moisturiser, the soft scent of mangos wafting off of him, "Me, a humble otter, a waiter, what else could I say?" He chuckled to himself, before stepping out of his bathroom, and wandering to the front door, doning only a small fedora hat, a little something to add some professionalism to his stark nude figure. With a spring to his step, Jamie bounded out of his front door, leaving a note for his companion in bed to notify him of his intention. Thoughts attacked the cute otter's brain as he walked with a soft swagger to his step, his eagerness growing inside of him, threatening to escape through a squeal, but to no prevail. Moments flew by as he excitedly made his way up the street as the enourmous, glitzy billboard sign of the Water Hole made its way over the hill as he moved up it. With a small 'squee', Jamie ran towards the establishment, eager to get inside and discover his new potential.
 
With an eager push, Jamie opened the door to the restaurant, his eyes alight and his mouth held in a grin as he walked in and up to the counter, where an intimidating figure stood, a six foot crocodile, wearing a smartly pressed suit standing tall with a smile along his long maw, his shimmering teeth bared for all to see. Looking down to see Jamie, the croc spoke up.
 
"Can I help sir? Welcome to the Water Hole, the most famous otter dining experience in the country."
 
With a now immediately nervous smile to the croc after gazing upon his rows of pearly white teeth, Jamie chirped up, "I am here for the job inquiry please sir, I wish to apply for the establishment."
 
The crocodilian raised a brow and broadened his already over exaggerated grin, "Excellent, in that case you will be needing to visit the boss, I will take you to his office immediately sir." The reptile bowed low to the otter, before turning on his heel and walking towards a rather extravagent door besides what seemed to be the kitchen door. The restaurant itself was a sight to behold, a large, decorated room of a natural feel, with on particular feature seperating it from all other like it; an enormous viewing window, showing the entirety of the kitchen. Within, many otters scampered around, all dressed in nothing but and apron, while many larger creatures stationed the grills, ovens and benches. Jamie payed no attention to the window, only staring ahead to his reptilian guide as the crocodile opened up the extravagent door, holding it open for the otter.
 
"Sir, this little otter is here for the job application." he called to the room within.
 
"Excellent, come in otter." a mature voice replied. Jamie moved at the instruction, walking past the crocodile into the room, facing a desk, with a grinning figure behind it; a white dragon with golden horns, his eyes welcoming to the otter, rather than intimidating like the crocodile worker. "Welcome little otter, your name?"
 
Jamie walked up to the desk and leapt up onto one of the chairs which sat next to it the oaken desk, looking to the dragon in delight, though stammering under nerves as he replied. "I'm Jamie sir, I am here to inquire about that job in the newspaper."
 
"Very good, always wanting and needing new team members here at the Water Hole, staff can often be in short supply, but there are good reasons for that. Now, just on looks, I can tell how you intend to act, and that you will be able to cope with this restaurant, it is just a question of training. It is very simple, approach an unattended table, inquire to their order, take it back to the kitchen. Simple enough, you may need to watch your tail though, patrons have been known to..." the dragon clears his throat, "take nips and grabs at our otter staff members."
 
At these instructions and comments, Jamie listened intently, interested to learn what he needed for the job, nodding at each point, and gulping at the last. "Urr... nips?"
 
The dragon laughed with a smirk across his face, "Don't worry about that, they are only playing, but when you are ... requested ... urr ... I best explain that when it happens, you will figure it out when we get out to the kitchen and such. Do you accept the job that I am more than willing to offer you Mr Jamie the otter?"
 
Without so much of a second though, let alone a reconsideration, Jamie nodded with his eyes once again lighting up. "Of course sir, thankyou very much! Where to now?"
 
"Head to the kitchen, look for the panda chef, he will give you what you need to get a good start as a waiter, a nice apron; then, you simply serve customers."
 
With the last words, Jamie nodded once more "Thankyou sir." He hopped down from the chair precariously and walked out the door, his tail in the air and his hips swaying with excitement as he moved towards the kitchen door, opening it with a solid push and wandering it, immediately catching the eye of a large, black and white panda.
 
"You must be the new waiter I assume? Welcome, I'm Hiro, but there is no time for introductions." with a confident nod, the panda handed Jamie a clean white apron, before the bear suddenley sniffed at the air. "Mango, nice choice, might come in handy tonight, for us anyway."
 
Without saying even a farewell, the panda left to get back to his work, Jamie standing, preplexed by the bear's final comment, though extra eagerly donning his new apron, tieing it at his back, and walking over to the door once again, eager to serve a customer.
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The central room of the restaurant, the dining room with the kitchen viewing window was bustling with customers, many sitting down to their feasts, some standing or sitting by the kitchen, enjoying the show, while more and more flowed in steadily, filling up seats and tables. Eagerly, Jamie walked over to the closest unattended table, a fierce looking gryphon seated and looking down at his menu.
 
"Hi there sir, my name is Jamie, and I will be at your service for the evening. Were you ready to order?" spoke the otter with a brimming smile and a chirp to his voice.
 
The gryphon spoke back with an equally happy tone, his eyes brightening at the sight of Jamie, in nothing but his apron. "Why yes, I am ready to order, and I am eager to see how my meal is prepared, may that be arranged?"
 
"Of course sir, once I have taken down your order, just take yourself and your table number to one of the open tables by the window and we can get you a front row seat."
 
"Brilliant!" the gryphon exclaimed excitedly, "Now, to the order, I would like a willing sea otter, boiled in the famous Water Hole Broth. Is this okay?"
 
Jamie rapidly scrawled down the order onto his notepad which found itself in his apron pocket, "Not a problem at all sir, now if you would like to simply move over to that table there and we can begin your meal preparations." The still nervous otter gestured over to a windowside table, smiling, before walking into the kitchen, watching the gryphon move to the signified table.
 
"Hiro! Here's the order for the table with the gryphon by the window!" Jamie shouted into the kitchen, handing the panda his scribbled order.
 
"Very well done Jamie, and he wasn't too much trouble I would assume, a docile one he is, hence why he likes his otter willing." Hiro passed the order off to one of the other chefs, a grizzly bear, while Jamie realised what had been ordered; his own kind, but though nothing of it. After all, he thought, it wasn't uncommon for the higher up the food chain to feast on the lower. Hiro continued, "Go have a watch of your customer's order being completed, then take it out to him, it will help you get used to how things are around here."
 
With a nod and a wink, Jamie scampered over to the bench where the grizzly chef stood, an otter no bigger than Jamie with a small, rounded face, enticingly cute to and predator. The otter nodded to Jamie and grinned, before turning to the window to see his customer, and finally turning to the bear. "Shall we begin?"
 
The massive bear nodded, not uttering a word as he signalled to the otter on the bench, who acknowledged what needed to be done. The otter turned to the gryphon, winking at him through the window, before playing down the soft curves of his streamlined body slowly with his hands, moving over his hips, down to his ankles, and back up over his belly and chest, teasing playfully. He rubbed his hands over his ever so perfectly pudgy belly, also moving down to his crotch, rubbing at it carefully, trying not to arouse himself too much. Slowly, he turned around, bending down and lifting his tail to give the gryphon a show of his tight hole, the customer obliviously showing his approval with a drooling gaze. The adorable otter swayed his tail from side to side, moving his cheeks softly with it in a cheeky fashion, before turning around and giving a wink and a kiss to the gryphon through the viewing window. He gave one last wiggle of his chubby belly before turning to the bear and nodding. Immediately the bear nodded back, and reached out for a bowl sitting behind the otter, a mix of fragrant, exotic spices sitting in its bottom. Slowly, the bear scrapped his paw along the bowls insides, taking up some of the spices, and instantaneously rubbing his hand up and down the otters chest and belly, rubbing the heavy spices in with ease and intent, sniffing at them as he went, their scent heavenly. Slowly and carefully, the ursine eased the spices into the otters fur, coating evenly the entirety of his fat belly and chest before reaching back into the bowl, picking up a fresh fistful of spices, and rubbing them over the otters small arms. The spices blend easily into the fur and flesh of the otter, as he churrs all the while, sniffing the scent now wafting off of his delicate front. The odour was bliss to the otter, knowing where he was headed as a bubbling warm pot sat ready next to him, its contents throwing their own distinct smell into the air carelessly. Now working on the meal otters legs, foot paws and crotch, the bear smiled to himself, a job to his own that he could love, without the fear that the otter employees held for becoming the next meal. As the spices coated the soft meat of the otter, his coating completed, the bear smiled to the otter, who simply grinned back; and in a slow movement, the chef picked the otter up under his back and rump, presenting him to the gryphon who offered a lick of his lips and a satisfied nod. At the final signals, the bear slowly lowered the 'meat' into the broth which had been sitting in the innovative glass pot to the side, boiling over a raging stove fire. The otter whimpered as he was lowered, though as his flesh fell in with the searing water, he held in the cries for pain which yearned to escape, squirming a little, but admitting his fate.
 
The water instantly lapped at the otter as he was completely submerged into the broth, and a lid placed on top held the victim in. The glass confines of the pot showed the cooking meal off, the otter with his eyes clenched shut in fear and pain, though not showing any rejection of his fate; rather simply sinking to the bottom of the glassware and stretching out, giving his spiced body the best chance to cook evenly under the broth. As his fur begin to flit away, his soft, supple, pink flesh slowly reding, the otter too a few blinks, looking out at his soon to be predator, giving the gryphon an accepting smile, before drifting off into his death. The gryphon for his part, shuddered a little knowing his meal had died, but smiled again, knowing the little otter had become his food of his own choice. With a broadening smile, he watched as the lifeless meat cooked fast in the thick, half-transparent broth; and within a few minutes, the lid was removed. Using a solid metal scoop, the bear pulled the meal out of the glass pot, steam rising greedily to the roof, revealing a furless, lifeless, perfectly cooked otter. With a nod of satisfaction at his own work, the grizzly bear chef pulled out a white plate, and laid the otter on his back across it, spreading out his legs and arms and popping an apple in his maw. With the addition of a few vegetables and fruits around and on the deliciously boiled meat of the otter, the ursine smiled, before turning to Jamie.
 
"Your the waiter right? Take this to the gryphon, and ask him his opinion for me please."
 
With no hesitation, Jamie beamed, nodded, heaved up the tray of his roasted work mate, and carefully carried it out of the kitchen to the gryphon's table, straining all the while. "Here you are sir, one willing sea otter, boiled in the award winning Water Hole Broth. Prepared to your liking. Thoughts so I may give the chef his compliments?"
 
The gryphon sniffed at the air intently, taking in the brilliant scent that was the cooked otter flesh, mixing with the scent of the spices and the broth. "Absolutely magnificent, I could not have asked for anything better my dear otter. And just a tip, I'm sure they've already told you, but watch your rear end around some of the more sinister patrons, they aren't shy to have a go at you."
 
At the compliment and advice, Jamie nodded and bowed, "Thankyou sir, I will have to keep that in mind." Speedily the otter walked back to the kitchen towards the grizzly chef, eager to tell him the compliment. "Mr Grizzly, the gryphon said that he could not have asked for anything better, as a comendation to you."
 
The bear gave an out of character coo at the comment, overly happy with his own performance. "Thankyou otter, but now I think you should head back to your work, customers to be fed." He winked to Jamie, before notioning him back to the kitchen door. Jamie simply smiled in reply, before turning quickly and walking with his excited swagger towards the door.
 
"Hey! Otter!" a hoarse call came from just around the corner of the door, and immediately Jamie went to attend to the call which he assumed was meant for him.
 
"Yes sir?" As Jamie rounded the corner, he caught sight of what had called for him, a tall equine, sitting at a window table with a sneer across his face. "Have you been attended to yet sir?"
 
"No I haven't," snapped the horse, "and I'm getting hungry, get over here."
 
Anxiously, Jamie stepped up to the horse's table, "What could I get you then sir, sorry for the wait."
 
"You'd better be sorry, or that tight ass of yours could be mine. Listen close; I want an African clawless otter specifically, one that doesn't know he is in for being a meal, one that will struggle, cry and scream in pain. And I want him spit roasted, not safely, not by tieing him to it, by skewering him through his fat little body. You got it?" The stallion roared in hunger, eyeing down Jamie.
 
Jamie for his part recoiled slightly, nodding softly as he scribbled down what the horse had ordered. "No problem sir, just watch for be in the kitchen and that is where your meal will be cooked."
 
"There better not be a problem, now get the fuck out of here and get my meal started, or I will call back for you; raw."
 
At the threat, Jamie gulped and immediately retreated back to the kitchen, over to a bench where an almost out of place husky stood, cleaning the spit roaster he stood by, before glancing over at Jamie. "Order for a spit?"
 
"Yeah, but it is a messy one sir, he wants and African clawless, completely unwilling, screaming in pain, and spitted through its body."
 
The husky raised and eyebrow and his ears perked up, "That horse out there isn't it? Did he threaten you as well?"
 
Jamie nodded almost sullenly as the husky questioned him softly.
 
"Don't worry otter, pay no mind to him, he's been like that ever since I can remember him first coming here, so don't pay too much attention. Anyway, I should get this started, watch this." With a spring in his step, the husky walked up to one of the other cooking counters, where a lone otter stood, cleaning; an African clawless otter. With one swift movement, the husky chef pinned one of the otters arms behind his back, and covered his mouth with the other hand, feeling the African clawless gasp into his hand. "Thats a good otter, now just come with me." The chef lifted the otter up, still holding him tight, and pulled him towards the preperation table next to the spit roaster. As the unsuspecting otter caught a gaze of the spit, he screamed into the husky's hand, struggling. With a heavy thud noise, the husky slammed the otter face down onto the bench, holding him down while looking out to the horse who watched attentively and nodded.
 
"Now my little otter, this is your last day of the job. You've been a good cleaner for us, but our familiar equine patron has decided it be you that goes today, and that you scream. Unfortunately for you, I won't have much of a problem achieveing that." The husky chef grinned almost sadistically, putting on a show as the otter struggled heavily on the table, but unable to move under his heavy grip.
 
"Please no!" the otter managed to scream out, "I don't want to go like this, I want to go when I am ready!"
 
"And that is why you are the perfect candidate, who is a better unwilling meal than someone acknowledging their unreadyness." the husky then turned to Jamie, "I know this is only your second order cutey, but I'm going to need you to help me with this, and I am sure our horse friend will get heavy satisfaction out of one otter taking anothers life."
 
Jamie gulped a lump down his throat and nodded reluctantly, walking over next to the husky.
 
"Alright, I'm going to hold him down with one hand, and spread his rear end with the other, what you need to do, is take the spit, and push it into him, all the way through. I want you to take it nice and slow, take some deep breaths while you do it too, it will help you through this abnormality to your job." The husky shifted his position, now with a forearm across the otters back, also pinning his tail. His other hand slid down to the otter rump, spreading its cheeks wide, revealing its hole. The soon to be meal screamed in pleads of sanction.
 
"No! Don't do this! I will do anything!" he screeched and whined, "Just don't do this, I don't want the pain, I love my life. Why?"
 
The husky spoke up once more, "Alright ... Jamie wasn't it, take the spit, and begin to push it into his pucker."
 
Jamie took a heavy, drawn breath, before picking up the cold steel of the spit, and slowly easing it towards the wide open rump of the otter. Carefully, slowly and almost reluctantly, he pushed the razor sharp tip of the spit into the otters hole, slowly pushing it in, widening the extremely tight space. With the yelps of the meat otter growing as the cold steel clashed with his warm flesh, Jamie pushed the spit until it felt a little resistance; the first bend of the meats insides. He looked to the husky chef, who simply nodded.
 
"Push it in Jamie, any resistance, push through it, just ready your mind for the pain you will see experienced by this piece of meat."
 
With another heavy, drawn breath, Jamie suddenley shifted his arms, and suddenley the pointed tip of the spit moved on with a sickening squelch as it tore violently through the walls of the meat otters intestines. In perfect timing, the soon to be meal screamed out in immense pain, his call sharp and agonised as the metal forced its way through his insides, piercing organs and muscles alike. With a pained look on his own face, Jamie forced himself to keep going, ignoring the spectators as he continued to pierce through the meats organs. As the otter suffered, the husky closed his eyes as he held him down, blocking out the noise, seemingly not condoning of violent deaths within his culinary field. Jamie persisted, closing his eyes as well, forcing the spear-like spit deeper and deeper as the meal otter screeched and cried, tears visibly rolling down his cheeks as he was torn up inside. The spit moved deeper and deeper as Jamie pushed harder and harder, before long the spit felt one last wall of resistance, the wrong side of the otters throat.
 
"Goodnight otter friend, you were a good employee." sombrely spoke the husky as he nodded to Jamie, "End it."
 
With a tear almost in Jamie's eye, he gave the spit one more heave, and the otter gagged, coughing up gobs of blood and flesh as the now stained red steel of the spit began to protrude from the meals mouth, a trickle of blood now running directly out of its mouth. With a few adjustments the spit was centred, the meat still coughing and gagging every now and then, signs of life slowly fading.
 
"You did a good job Jamie, sit down and take a rest, not many go through that on the first day, so take a rest. You will be one of the more valuable members of the team here, and I hope not to lose you." the husky spoke with feeling in his voice, completely unlike his grizzly chef companion.
 
"Thankyou sir, thankyou." Jamie spoke, softly and slowly, sitting down by the husky and sighing heavily. The chef simply gave Jamie a scratch before returning to work. With the meat now spitted, the chef took it up at both ends of the spit, and carefully carried it over to the roasting pit, where he afixed it to both sides, suspending it between two heating elements. With no more than another breath, the husky chef flicked a switch and fiddled with a dial, the elements immediately beginning to glow red, heat coarsing through them. With the flick of one more switch, the otter began to turn on his spit, in turn exposing the entirety of his body to the searing hot elements which yearned to grab at him. Taking a brush from a cabinet and dipping it into an indistinguishable basting sauce, the husky began to carefully coat the lifeless meat on the spit. Coating it completely, the chef and Jamie sat back, watching the beautiful coat of the otter, now bloodied and burnt, slowly roast to perfection as usual. Within minutes, the meal was ready to serve.
 
Without so much as a second thought, the husky took the otter off of the spit, and slid him carefully onto a silver platter, not wanting to tear up his insides more than he already had. Lining the tray with exotic vegetables and sprinkling some spices onto the body for good measure, the husky turned to Jamie.
 
"Take this to our ungrateful friend out there, and come back in, don't pay heed to his insults."
 
"Yes sir, thankyou again, someone who cares within this place."
 
"Think nothing of it Jamie, I just hope you survive here longer than most others, you are special seemingly compared to them."
 
Jamie simply smiled, his ears flat to his head and nodded, before once again heaving the heavy platter up, and carting it out to the impatient equine.
 
"Your food sir. Enjoy." Jamie simply stated as he immediately made his way back into the kitchen, hearing the horse shout, "About fucking time!"
 
As Jamie walked back in, he returned to the husky chef for a quick word. "Excuse me, sir, what was your name? You know mine and I don't know yours."
 
"My name is Taylor, but right now, I believe you have another customer on the look out for a waiter."
 
Jamie nodded in reply, "Thanks Taylor." He bounded towards the door, spotting a salamander gandering over a menu with what seemed his mate, a frilled-neck lizard. The two males caught Jamie's eye, and immediately he walked over to them, inquiring to them.
 
"Excuse me sirs, have your orders been taken this evening?"
 
The salamander responded in a calm voice, "Not as of yet, but we are ready."
 
Jamie produced his notepad from his pocket and readied to write the order.
 
"Between the both of us, we want a happily willing European otter, though he must be willing to go early, as we both want him, raw, though sliced into appropriate portions to share between us, skin on thankyou."
 
Instantly he took down the peculiar order of the couple, before grinning in response. "No problem sirs, we will have him out for you as soon as possible, if you wish to watch simply head to the window."
 
"Thankyou waiter, you do a good job."
 
He simply nodded and made his way back to the kitchen, to find Hiro at a bench, preparing it.
 
"I heard the order Jamie, this ones mine."
 
With an eyebrow raised out of sheer curiosity, Jamie agreed and handed over the scrawled order sheet, before looking to the table in front of the panda, where a smiling European otter with gleaming brown fur, with a white streak running down it, sat. The otter acknowledged Jamie, before looking to Hiro, who was sharpening a large blade eagerly. The blade gleamed in the light of the large kitchen, and the victim otter seemed to gaze upon it with delight.
 
"You ready for this, it isn't going to be an easy process." Hiro questioned of the otter who simply nodded eagerly.
 
"One request sir, gag me. I may be willing, but I will scream, and those guys wanted something which seemed comfortable with what was happening."
 
"A fair request otter, Jamie, please gag this meat, there should be a simple ball gag in the draw next to you."
 
In a few moments, Jamie reappeared with a small ball gag, and leaping up onto the counter, fastened it around the otters head tight, forcing his mouth open, restricting him from speech. The otter nodded at Jamie in thanks, before returning his attention to Hiro, and winking, he was ready. The meat otter layed down on his back and stretched out as the panda readied the blade above the otters left leg, nodding before forcing the blade down on its ankle. Pants tried to force their own way through the ball gag, but the otter held his own as Hiro began to slice his leg, through bone, with ease into bite sized pieces, arranging them on a platter as he went. He began to work on the second leg alike the first, forcing the blade upon it at regular intervals, cutting away perfect pieces of raw otter meat still on the bone, perfect for a meal. For his part, the otter screamed behind the ball gag, muffled, almost inaudible, but definitely there. The brilliantly sharp blade worked wonders as Hiro began to cut through the bones of the otters small arms, his hands coming away easily, his arm fillets progressively harder to cut away, but still being cut effortlessly by the experienced panda chef. As he continued to slice, the otter was left as a torso and head, its limbs removes, sliced and creatively arranged on the platter. Heaved breathes forced their way through the ball gag as Hiro sighed.
 
"Almost there otter."
 
The panda refocused himself, holding the otters torso still as he pressed the point of the blade into the meats belly, piercing it and cutting down the middle of his belly and chest, up to his neck. Pushing his fingers into the meat, Hiro violently tore the otters ribcage outwards, both sides cracking open like a double door, before he worked to slowly slice them from the rest of the torso, the otter slowly giving up, but not gone yet. As the ribs came away, Hiro placed them onto the platter as well, before looking to the otter itself.
 
"Thankyou for your service otter, time to leave."
 
In one swift movement, the otter clenched his eyes shut as the blade was slammed down on his neck, cleanly cutting his head from what remained of his torso. Immediately the otter left his life, and the panda chef returned to cutting up the rest of the torso, placing it creatively on the platter around the centrepiece; the head, with the fresh cut cock and balls in front of it. Pleased with his craftsmanship, Hiro nodded to Jamie.
 
"You know what to do otter."
 
Jamie simply nodded and lifted the platter, seemingly lighter than the others because of the spread, and took it to the couple who sat, chatting nonsensically.
 
"Here is your order sirs, I do hope you two enjoy it, I know the otter who that is enjoyed it as well."
 
"Very good, just what we wanted then!" chirpped up the frill neck, "Thankyou sir."
 
Jamie once again for the night, turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen door.
 
"Jamie! Come in here!" called a familar voice, that of a certain white dragon. Immediately Jamie began to prance towards the bosses office. Peeking around the corner Jamie spied the dragon at his desk.
 
"What is it sir?"
 
"Please come in and sit down Jamie, we need to have a talk."
 
Jamie's stomach dropped as he weighed up the possibilities, pondering what he had done wrong. "Yes sir." He slowly walked up to the desk he had sat in front of at the start of the day, and once again sat in the same chair, looking up at the white dragon with the golden horns.
 
"Well Jamie, for your first day ... things could not have gone better, apparently, you are a class waiter for some of these people. This is the good news I have to offer. The bad news, directly invloves me however. And you." the dragon paused for a moment, before drawing another breath and continuing, "I have been watching you, not just your performance, you in general." At this, the dragon stood up and walked around the desk, behind the chair Jamie sat upon. "And you are going to be my dinner Jamie."
 
At those words leaving the dragon's mouth, he immediately gripped Jamie by each of his arms, holding them to his sides. Jamie squealed and yelped, "What!? Sir no!"
 
"I'm sorry Jamie, but every now and again, I simply can't resist myself. You are my meal for tonight, and my favourite chef will be the one to cook you for me."
 
Jamie tried to relax in his bosses arms as he was slowly carried towards the kitchen, and around a bend to a generic preperation bay; a certain husky standing behind it.
 
Taylor the husky chef stood, his eyes showing sadness, and regret, but commitment to his work. "Must I do this sir? He is something different to the others."
 
"Ah but Taylor, that is why I want him, he seems to have that little bit extra to him, something I want to discover. Now listen, I want him stuffed, oiled and over roasted, and I could not care if he is willing or not. If he isnt, bind him."
 
Taylor nodded sullenly and looked to Jamie, who gave up his struggle. "I'll do it for you Taylor, just please, make this easier on me than that spitted otter suffered."
 
Taylor dropped his ears and tail, before agreeing, "Just for you."
 
The dragon released Jamie forward, pushing him into the husky's grip. Taylor looked down at Jamie and spoke softly, "Hop up onto the counter, I'll get you ready almost painlessly, but I can give you one thing he won't be able to, one thing to satisfy you before you go."
 
Jamie gulped and half smiled. "Yes, sir, Taylor." Reluctantly but obediently, Jamie hopped up onto the counter, and laid himself on his back, his rump facing Taylor. "He said stuffed right?"
 
"That he did, this will be painful, you otters are notoriously tight. Please, just grin and bear it, it will be worth it for you in the end."
 
Jamie once again showed his co-operation, spreading his legs, and holding his hole wide. Immediately, Taylor took up a fistful of stuffing from a bowl, freshly mixed, and pressed it against the otters hole, before pushing it in, tearing Jamie's hole wide with the fist. In a constant rhythm, the husky chef pounded fistful after fistful of warm, soft stuffing into Jamie's tight ass, causing him to scream out in pain and pleasure with each effort. As the stuffing within him began to increase, his belly began to bloat a little, the tight packing within pushing out his cute, chubby belly. As the final handfuls of stuffing were pushed in to leave Jamie's hole almost leaking the mix, Taylor spoke up.
 
"Are you ready for the special treat I have for you Jamie? I hope it gives you something before you leave us." At his words, Taylor showed his already throbbing canine cock, and without a reconsideration, pushed it into Jamie's hole, pushing the stuffing within further. With heavy, lustful movements the husky began to pound at the otters rump, his cock shifting in nice and easy after the magnificent stretch he had recieved from the stuffing. The canine's cock moved heavily in and out with and increasing speed as Taylor neared his already close climax. With a sudden jerk, Jamie's hole was once again stretched as the huskys knot was forced into it, spreading it fiercely like the fist had. A few more heavy pushes, and Taylor roared, letting out his enormous load into Jamie, mixing it with the stuffing already inside. Before pulling out, he looked to Jamie's blissful expression on his face.
 
"And that, was your gift from me." At this, he pulled out, his soaking cock still dripping, but he did not care. "Now, I best get you cooking or the boss will have me for dinner as well." he joked, now somewhat more accepting of his job at hand. Jamie stayed silent, wanting to hold onto the bliss to his grave as Taylor picked up a bottle of cooking oil, and poured it over Jamie's curvatious body, smoothing it over his entire framework. With the simple basting complete, Taylor picked Jamie up and gave him a soft nuzzle, nose to nose, before placing him onto a tray in the oven.
 
"Goodnight Jamie."
 
As Jamie lay in the oven, not wanting to move or speak, the heat assaulted his body, cooking him fast as his lungs begun to tighten, and his vision began to blacken. His mind slowly started to fail, the heat immensly painful. With one final breath, Jamie faded, and sat in the oven as nothing more than meat.
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Sitting in his office by himself at his desk, the dragon manager sat with Jamie the otter, roasted perfectly on a plate in front of him, taking in his scents and sights; the perfect otter meat.
 
Without so much as a hesitation, the dragon tore at Jamie's flesh, slicing open his plumpened belly to reveal his stuffed innards. He tore off a leg, eating it like a drumstick, savouring every single bite of meat he took.
 
Jamie's meat was unparalleled, and the dragon knew it, smiling to himself as he finished off the last scarps of the otter, worker for a single day at the Water Hole.