Last Call
 
 
“Come oooooooon Haddie!” Xera groaned impatiently as she adjusted the purple shimmel shirt underneath her leather vest. A task made all the more difficult, and sensual, by the fishnet vest between the two. The drake loved playing the part of the bad, biker girl. Especially since she knew her immensely shy girlfriend hated to have any sort of attention levied on the two of them, and Xera’s cleavage revealing, daisy duke toting, spiked heels clicking look certainly gleaned all the wrong types of glances. Perhaps it was a bit of a mean spirited move, but Haddie just got so cute when she was flustered, red faced and fidgety.
 
“Xera…” the brunette faun replied in a whiny tone. She held her yellow skirt against her fuzzy legs with one hand, and pulled a lock of hair away from her more human face with the other “This looks like the kind of place…” She looked around conspiratorially, as if the next word alone would summon unsavory types. “... that predators would hang out in.” Her considerable bust, rivaled only by that of her bolder paramor heaved in and out underneath her long sleeved sweater, much more conservative than the trampish getup Xera proudly donned.
 
Xera rolled her eyes and stepped towards Haddie, her heels clacking with every step, and pressed her body against the shivering satyress. “Pfft. The city’s totally been cracking down on that stuff. Literally never happens anymore.” she said assuringly. “We’re just in it for the excitement. Come on. Whole thing’s my treat. You definitely need to loosen up right now. What do ya say?” In a single fluid motion, she stepped back and spun Haddie around to look at the red light district bar in all its seedy glory. The ‘Last Call’ as it was called. Flanked by two other boarded up, failed stripmall buildings. The owner hadn’t even bothered to repair the most recent crack in what was almost certainly a series of such damages. It gave every bit the vibe of a biker gang and hoodlum hangout. In other words, exactly what Xera was dressed for, while all appearances were someone like Haddie might get chewed up and spat out… maybe even literally.
 
Before the timid girl could answer, Xera was gently, yet firmly pulling her by the wrist into the building, and her hooves tapped against the cracked asphalt towards the den of iniquity, somehow more meek in sound than Xera’s heels. Once inside, Haddie was certain the dim lighting and patchy upholstery wasn’t intentional for just atmosphere.
 
An absolutely enormous, muscular lizardman stood behind a dull, partially polished wooden counter opposite the entrance, sizing the two up as if for a silver platter. “You girls lost?” he asked unapologetically as he scrubbed a stained glass cup and licked his lips.
 
Ever the overproud one, Xera stepped up and puffed her chest out. “Pfft. We’re exactly where we want to be gramps. Right Haddie?” she asked, as she straddled one of the stools and rested an elbow on the counter. “Start me off with a scotch.”
 
“I-I’ll take a… Manhattan? Is that what they’re called?” came Haddie’s fumbled words afterwards.
 
The bartender stood for a moment as a wide smirk crossed his lips. “Bitter caramel and a City, coming right up.” His tone wasn’t directly malevolent in any real way, but something about the way he spoke sent shivers down Haddie’s spine.
 
 
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Still, the two settled down soon enough, giggling and chittering once the first wave of alcohol loosened them up. Xera gave a few bravadic passes at some of the bar’s regulars as they piled in for the evening, and Haddie’s shivering gave way to a gentle sway side to side. The two even seemed to be quite a hit with the barkeep, mooching some free drinks from him with a few well placed swoons.
 
 
“See? I toldja nobody’d try anyfin… Hic! F-funny anymore. What with the cops diggin’ their heels in.” Xera boasted to her girl rather loudly, confidently looking into the eyes of a naga who’d been staring at the two morsels from across the way. Her eyes then met back with those of her shy lover, before she stole a kiss, eliciting a gasp from the girl. “Sides… who’d dare come up against this?” The girl heartily slapped her left arm with her right, and pulled an overconfident flex.
 
 
“Arright Herculina.” came the keep’s voice as he approached the duo. “Time to cut you off before you end up getting yourselves in trouble.”
 
 
“Aww come onnnn… Dun be a narc.” Xera complained, with all the confidence of a criminal who’d already served a sentence, though in truth she was the furthest thing from street underneath her act.
 
 
“Fountain’s dry girls. You got a ride outta this place?
 
 
Xera froze. In fact she hadn’t thought about that before dragging Haddie out here. “Uhh… I uh. Course I got a ride they just uh…”
 
 
Haddie gave the drake an unusually stern look. “Xera… You… do have a way for us to get back… don’t you?”
 
 
At this, the lizardman who’d been serving them all evening broke into an unmistakably malicious smile, and leaned over the counter between the two. “Aww… Happens all the time ladies. Ride doesn’t show up, traffic accident blocks the cab’s usual route…” There’s a pregnant pause before he speaks again. “Tell ya what. I’ll get one of the other guys ta watch the place and get ya out of here…”
 
 
Haddie felt something wind up in the pit of her stomach. Some little voice inside her that said this was a bad idea, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak, Xera interrupted her.
 
“Soundslikeaplanbigguy!” The drake’s words sloshed together like ingredients in a mixing cup, before she took a breath to steady herself and her speech. “See? Hic! I got e’erything under control.” she told the nervous faun beside her. For all her self assurance, the girl clearly could not hold her liquor.
 
 
Before Haddie could even lift a finger to protest, the lizardman slammed a keychain full of rather hefty looking keys onto the table. “Vicar!” He began. Judging from the heavily tattooed human that looked up at the call, the name was purely sardonic. “You’ve got the keys. I’m takin’ these two ladies… home.”
 
 
Again, Haddie felt a gnawing uncertainty deep within herself, but everything was already moving. She couldn’t bring herself to stop any of this. What if she offended the barkeeper? He looked like he could pound her into paste by just opening a door too fast. Seeing no other option, she stood up and helped a wobbly Xera to her feet, then followed their designated driver out the door to his irresponsibly sized pickup.
 
 
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The ride “home” through the ill repaired streets of the red light district was more than just a bumpy mess. It was like being on a rollercoaster that hadn’t been repaired in years, and in fact it was only half an hour into the drive that Haddie realized the two of them had never given the driver an address…
 
 
“Alright ladies.” came the lizardman’s voice. Vice, they learned his name was on the way. “We’re here…”
 
 
Xera squinted for a moment as she looked out the window. The three found themselves in a dark, fenced in alley. A bit more upscale than the bar’s location, but that was like saying a swamp had a little less trash in its waters than the neighboring bayou. “Heeeeyyy…” The realization finally occurred to her, maybe her liver had processed a bit more of the alcohol. “This isn’t our apartment…”
 
 
Haddie buried her face in her palms.
 
 
“No it’s not girls. I suppose now’s as good a time as any to confess.” Vice began rather casually as he produced a bundle of rough looking rope from underneath the driver’s seat. “You’re going to be my dinner tonight. I’ve got a new girl coming over ya see, and I really want to impress.”
 
“Wh-what?!” Haddie gave Xera the most accusatory look the drake had ever been given. “You can’t just… Eghhh!” The faun went crosseyed as Vice rather efficiently grabbed her and tied a portion of the rope around her head, across her mouth to gag her. Her wrists and ankles followed, while a still drunk Xera could only limply bang against his side to resist. With a hearty grunt, Vice let the poor girl drop to the ground as he worked on his fellow scaly next.
 
 
Xera could only thrash about wildly and squeal hysterically as the muscular lizard pulled her wrists painfully behind her back and bound them tightly. "W-wait! My daddy is super rich!" she cried out desperately. "If you let us g… MNNGGH!?" The Drake girl could only look down, as she was gagged next.
 
 
"Typical rich girl." Vice sighed. "Wants to get out and have a little adventure away from her pampered life, but doesn't have the stomach, brains, or brawn to actually deal."
 
 
Xera gave an indignant grunt as she and Haddie were hoisted up over a shoulder each. Clearly the lizardman had done this before. There wasn't a soul around to see or hear the two struggle, much less report it to the authorities. The captor had picked the perfect time, and whistled a cheerful tune as he opened a nearby fence gate, and made for a decidedly average looking ranchhouse. Xera continued to whimper and whine as the two were carried closer and closer to their demise. Finally, Vice let out an annoyed groan, and smacked the Drake's rear hard, getting a squeak, and then blessed silence from her. For Haddie's part, her incessant shivering was a bit annoying, but preferable to her girlfriend's childish whining at any rate…
 
 
The inside of the gator's house was nothing like the two might have anticipated. He opened the sliding door to reveal a quaint, clean, carpeted affair, with shining linoleum floor in the kitchen which, of course, was his first stop. It was no Victorian classic, but it was… nice. If nothing else, he really did want to impress this amore of his.
 
 
The two were quickly pulled away from pondering this as they were roughly plopped atop a faux marble counter, with their abdomens pressed against the paper pattern. Both girls exchanged terrified glances, and squealed loudly when Vice's impossibly sharp claws tore a clean line down the backside of Xera's pants and Haddie's skirt simultaneously. He even managed to shred the faun girl's panties at the same time. Xera, of course, had gone commando.
 
 
Vice chuckled and peeled away the ruined fabric as if he were defeathering a turkey. Two plump, meaty rears greeted him, the tail of one which immediately attempted to cover its shame. He moved quickly however, materializing another length of rope and tying Xera's rebellious fifth limb to her wrists behind her back. Finally, the predator made short work of his prey's tops. Now the poor, doomed girls could only squirm like fish on a hook, naked and helpless in front of his hungry eyes.
 
 
He picked up Haddie first, enjoying the sensation of her freshly nude body against his arm. The faun soon found herself dumped into his sink as painfully hot water washed over her body. "You girls kept yourself nice and clean. Gonna make this next part easy." said the lizardman while his hands began to rub a sudsy mixture into the poor girl's body, paying particular attention to the short fur on her lower half. "That oughtta keep your fur from singeing. Makes for a great presentation." he said, not as though he were talking to her, but as speak to an inanimate object while thinking aloud.
 
 
Haddie could only whimper in response, though her mewling quickly turned to a loud squeal as his fingers spread her labia apart roughly. Her entire body wriggled almost involuntarily while Vice continued to clean her inside and out. The action was violating, and rapacious, but some deeply buried part of her found it… stimulating. Not pleasurable per se, through the fear and shame, but certainly stimulating… Soon enough, the venison was perfectly clean, with her hair floofed out and carefully styled by her captor even. If it weren't for the fact that he was prepping her for the oven, she almost would have felt as though she were exiting a spa. Satisfied, Vice carried the still dripping girl back over to the island, and began working on his next victim.
 
 
Xera's vocal resistance had a bit more volume than that of Haddie, and it took a few firm spanks from Vice before the smaller lizard finally calmed down. As if out of punishment for her wilder struggling, his hands were much more rough with the brat princess, sliding up and down her curves with cruel pressure. They passed down her thighs, and then presses back up to her fattened breasts. He smiled, somehow both warmly and cruelly at the same time, and squeezed down on the green girl's nipples harshly. Xera could only wail out in pain and stare tearfully into his eyes while the nearly scalding water rushed over her. "You girls really are blessed up here aren't you? Good. My new gal loves tits. Says she likes to… chew the fat over them." Something about his tone drained the color from both of his victims faces a he said that, and it was only after another few minutes of scrubbing scales and feather hair that Xera found herself plopped back beside the faun.
 
 
Both girls once again exchanged glances. Haddie's accusatory eyes had given way to more terrified visage, and Xera’s confident gaze was long gone. They could only watch as their tormentor produced a massive pan, dwarfed only in size by the oven that both knew was their final destination.
 
 
With practiced efficiency, Vice's strong grip maneuvered Xera over the impossibly sized cooking implement, and dropped her unceremoniously thereon. His hands quickly moved to untie Xera and place her on her back. She only had a moment to grunt in pain. Not even enough time to resist, before he bound her once more, this time as if she were a tightly trussed Thanksgiving turkey. Her mouthwatering drumsticks splayed out to her sides, with her wrists and ankles tied just above her lizard snatch.
 
 
Xera flinched deeply, as he next displayed one of his claws. The same claws that had thoroughly shredded her designer clothes minutes before. She nearly passed out, as the painfully sharp looking blade passed over her belly, then her soft cheeks, never once touching her. After dancing near her trembling lips for what seemed like a brief eternity, his finger effortlessly severed the rope he had gagged her with. The moment she opened her mouth to begin begging however, Vice crammed a large apple he'd pulled from a bowl near the sink into her maw, wedging it so deeply that she couldn't even bite down hard enough to break its flesh. "Mpph mngh!" was the only sound she managed to make before he stepped away to open his fridge. The light was soft and gentle, but to the drake, it was a symbol of her fate. Who knew how many leftovers from previous prey were still in there?
 
 
After a few seconds of searching, Vice emerged triumphantly from the icebox balancing a bowl on one palm, and holding some kind of… purple root vegetable in the other. It was bent perfectly into a perfect 'C' shape. Without warning Xera's tormentor rammed one end of the vegetable into her poor pussy, letting his fingers glide over her labia for a moment before letting go. He then lifted the bowl, carefully, with two hands this time, and tipped it cautiously over the tasty drake's belly. Once the savory smelling fluid had pooled over and spilled into the pan, he began to lavishly rub it all over her body, letting her ass and back marinate on its own. Once again those cruel hands squished, pinched and prodded her vulnerable, scaley flesh, until every inch of her delicious body was coated. Before Xera could even tear a set of intrusive thoughts away, Vice had untied Haddie and positioned the faun just over her. With deliberately agonizing slowness, he then pressed Haadie's smooth bosom over that of Xera, perfectly aligning their nipples. He then gradually pulled the more timid girl back, until her own ladyhood had been hooked on the stuffing vegetable.
 
 
Both girls cried out in unwanted pleasure, just as the hungry predator forced Haddie's upper lips around the same apple that Xera had been gagged with. He took a moment to step back and admire his work, even fiddling with the veggie to pull a few more panicked grunts from his prey. Haddie's bare, vulnerable back was the next to be doused in his baste, and just as he had done with Xera, he skillfully rubbed the sauce into her body, furry rear and all.
 
 
Finally, it was time, and after quickly checking if the warm glow of the oven indicated that it was done preheating, he lifted the pan up, grunting at the weight of the two doomed meatgirls atop it. The pathetic whimpers and struggles of the wannabes that were headed fire the oven was music to his ears, and art to his eyes. Their squirrelly attempts at escape only caused them to run their lewd, appetizing forms against one another in a perverted final act of intimacy. Both he, and they, knew that if Xera had heeded her girlfriend's warning, they could be doing this safely in one of their own beds, but now, their fate was sealed. With a careless heave, the meat-eater slid both of them into the encompassing heat of the oven, where they began to roast like nothing more than two suckling piglets… for both his, and his new lover's amusement.
 
 
The two hams stared into each others eyes while the red glow of the oven slowly enveloped them. Vice's knotwork was quite developed actually. Were it not for the oppressive heat, it might have been a professional bondage session. A length of the twine surrounded the girth of the vegetable that had been stuffed inside their cooches, and then run around their shoulders to ensure it had no chance of… breaking loose. As such every single motion they made drove a shiver of unwanted pleasure through their mortified, terrified bodies, as well as every minor struggling twitch causing their self basting, fatty melons to grind up against one another. Indeed, at any other time, it would have been sensual. Now, it was only so for their captor. Their moans and pathetic cries a background chorus to his delight in their fate.
 
 
After several minutes, their writhing would gradually begin to grow more and more sluggish, and the wide eyed stare they maintained with each other would give way to an exhausted expression. Both desperately only wanted relief from the fear and overwhelming heat. Occasionally, Vice would pull the pan out and baste them once again with his special sauce. The sensation of a cold liquid against their roasting bodies would stir up another bout of striving to escape from the girls, but inevitably the moment they were shoved back in, all of that energy would leave them.
 
 
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It would be hours… agonizing hours, before their flesh finally surrendered, and was rendered nothing more than a delicious, romantic meal to be enjoyed once, and then forgotten. Once he was satisfied that his two fonts of meat were beyond escape, Vice set about fiddling with tabble runners and candles. While the amendments were… far from luxurious, they were certainly quaint. Not the kind of things one might expect a grizzled barkeep and predator to have lying around. After playing with the lights and fussing over feng shui while Xera and Haddie sizzled away, he was finally confident just as the doorbell rang. He slid into the kitchen once more to check on the steaming meatgirls one last time, and turned off the oven.
 
 
Once he made his way to the front door, he opened it with a dramatic flourish to reveal a tall, slender warg woman on the other side. She fiddled with a lock of her dark brown hair for a moment, then leaned forward to plant her snout against Vice's. Despite the cordial, proper demeanor she tried to hold, her bushy tail wagged excitedly behind her, and Vice's predatory sense of hearing could make out her heart pounding excitedly inside her comparatively flat chest. She adjusted the jet black dress she'd picked out for the evening, and then stepped inside as Vice gestured for her.
 
 
"Ohhhhh! Your place is so lovely. So genuine, and lived in." she remarked in singsong tone. "And what is that absolutely delicious aroma?"
 
 
"Aww." Vice smiled. "That's just a little something I picked up and cobbled together on the way home. I was afraid for a moment it would take to long, but it finished up just as you got here. Grab a chair sweetheart. I'll have it out in just a sec." With that, the lizardman ducked back into the kitchen. The two lovely things inside had long been cooked to a delicious golden brown. He picked out a pair of oven mitts from a nearby drawer, and then pulled a serving cart out from the corner of the kitchen. With only moderate effort, the lizardman placed the double font of meat onto the cart, and wheeled it out while whistling a cheerful tune. It seemed his furry lady friend revealed a different, softer side of him. Well, as soft as a woman-eating man such as him could be at least.
 
 
The mistress gave a dramatic swoon at the sight of the two smaller ladies, locking her lips when Vice waved away much of the steam. "Busty ones! I feel like you already know me so well!" she cooed. Already she made a grab for one of the sets of cutlery, holding a fork in her left hand and a carving knife in the other. "May I?"
 
 
"Be my guest!" Vice's voice was infinitely more cheerful than it had been while his victims were alive. "Oh, but first…" He quickly slid the two turkeys with a mitted hand to one side, making just enough room to pull Haddie from the top and set her beside Xera.
 
 
The girl had no qualms about digging in the moment it became available to her. She was a warg after all. The waft of scalding steam that erupted when she sliced just under Haddie's nipple, only seemed to whet her appetite all the more. Despite this, rather than devour the little medallion right away, she next dug into the emerald and topaz scales of the drake's bosom. Despite her apparent sweetness, as she licked her lips once more,she bore sharp, canine fangs, and placed one coin of meat atop the other, completely uncaring that these had once been two living, thinking young women. As if she was sampling a fine wine, she then took a slight bite into the mini sandwich, and let out a long moan. "Wow! What a deliciously fatty pair of tits these little piggies had!" slhe remarked, much to the delight of the chef, who took his own seat at the table, and began the process of carving the rest of the poor girls' meat away. Haddie's human torso contrasted with her venison lower half to a magnificently exotic taste, and Xera's saurian flesh made for an exquisite blend of umami and slightly gamey flavors. It would be a night to remember. Not for the two lovers who only wanted an evening of adventure of course, but certainly for the two carnivores that took advantage of them, at least until the next meal of gullible meatgirls...