Cheetah Sushimi
Cheetah Sushimi
Written by and (c) Charns Owner
All Characters (c)...
Cheetah Sushimi Written by and (c) Charn's Owner All Characters (c) their owners
"What if they think I'm too fat?" Colin frumped, peering at his torso in the small mirror.
He wasn't too fat.
"You're not too fat." replied the thickly reddish fox who was cleaning up the cheetah's clothes around him.
"What if I'm not muscular enough!" He continued, frowning and stroking one hand down his spotted arm. He gave it a squeeze, long tube tail lashing dejectedly behind him.
"Honey, you're perfect," said the fox. Sleek red arms wrapped around his lithe chest, stroking the soft creamy fur there. The cheetah's ears blushed red as his vulpine mate leaned up and smooched against his cheek. "They're just gonna eat you up."
Colin blushed more, feeling a tightness in his briefs. He had been so busy getting ready for the interview, the grooming, the test work to prove he didn't have any diseases, that he had completely forgotten about getting off. The fox's slender, massaging fingers weren't really helping any, tickling the thick pelt along his belly. He brought his hand to his boyfriend's wrist, and playfully pushed it towards the bulge in the front of his dark blue trunks. He got the fox's pinkie as far as the waistband, before he sneakily pulled that arm away, and Colin felt his ass swatted!
"Not now, you'll be late," said the fox, and Colin pouted, turning around, forgetting about the mirror.
"Come on, Gala, it's been over a week. I can't go to work with blue balls!" He had the right amount of anxiety in his voice, but he could see by the twinkle in his mate's eyes that the fox was more amused than tempted.
"Yup. I know. It's been a hard week, too. I've been making -sure- you don't get off before tonight!" Gala replied, his voice sweet and evil. "You're a hard cheetah to keep track of!"
"But, wha, Huh? You mean you were intentionally interrupting me when I was-"
"Yup! In the shower, under the blankets, I even made sure to show up when you took that break from your bike ride. Soon as I saw you hop off the road I knew I only had a couple minutes-"
"Minutes!"
"Yeah, minutes," the fox continued, giggling. "Your kind is known for being fast, after all."
Colin groused, feeling that heat in his groin thickening down one leg of his trunk. "So you -want- me to go to work all horned up, where all sorts of people are going to see me!?"
"Yup. And I am gonna take care of you after you get home, tonight, too." the fox purred. He came closer, and grabbed a palm full of the feline's prodigious bulge, giving it a slow, leisurely rubbing that made the cat's knees buckle. "All you gotta do is make sure not to get off."
Colin gritted his teeth. It was going to be a long night.
About twenty minutes later, and Colin stared out the window, his paw casually trying to stroke his bulge, trying to relax it to soften it up. Gala was driving, the classical music playing softly to the two males, and a light rain made everything seem muted and far away.
"I think this is it, Colin." said Gala, pulling up to a rather ordinary looking building in the middle of an industrial part of town. A big warehouse on one side, and a sleazy XXX movie place on the other, and across the street, a neoned up place that used to be a house advertising "KONU'S INKS".
"Are you sure? It doesn't look like a restaurant to me," said the feline, peering through the closed window at the unassuming looking place.
"Well, that's the address they gave, so I imagine it's in there. Go on in, I'll turn the car around, if you don't come back out, I guess that means it's the right place. Gimme a kiss!"
They smooched, and the cheetah hopped out, wearing his tight butt-hugger jeans and a loose white t-shirt. He dashed through the rain, and ran up to the front doors, pushing them open without even thinking about it.
The inside of the place was dark, dingy. It wasn't a restaurant. It was more of a... Colin swallowed, as the patrons of the bar turned to look at him. The music fizzled from a busted set of speakers, loud and grating on the ears, as he shyly walked through the big room.
It was definitely a bar, and there were not the best types of people there. He could see a gang of orcs in one corner, playing pool. Well, two of them were using the pool cues as baseball bats, and one of the others had sat on a smaller orc and was shoving pool cues into the flailing greenskin's rectum. He suddenly turned to stare right back at the cheetah, holding up a greasy looking billiards ball, orange with some greasy stuff on it. "You want?" he leered, and the orcs all laughed. Colin rushed past, and up to the bar, where what appeared to be a Growlithe was drinking a cosmopolitan. Colin could smell the vodka and the cranberry on the Pokemon's breath. He was stunned. He couldn't help himself before blurting out, "I thought you were make believe!"
"That's funny," said the Growlithe. "I thought you had a purty mouth, until you opened it."
"Can I help you?" replied the bartender, who Colin originally mistook for a pink demon. Big, curving, thick horns jutted out from either end of his skull, his muzzle saturnine and bored looking. Funny, you'd never expect a pink ram to look bored, but there you have it.
"I, um. I think I'm in the wrong place."
The tender finished filling a glass with a murky, dark brown beer, sliding it down the scratched, warped bar to a purple hyena. The hyena licked his lips at the cheetah, who shied away. He rubbed at his promise ring, wishing Gala had came with him into the bar. The fox had probably already sped off, leaving him, abandoning him to this den of perverts!
"Well, where do you think you are?"
"I, err, the GPS said this is where the Fish Tank was, but this is like.. a biker bar, or something."
"Mmhmm." He was wiping a glass out with a grayish towel. Colin was pretty sure it was not supposed to be gray. This place was filthy.
"Do... you know where the fish tank is? Did it move?"
"Nope." He stacked the glass on top of some others, and thumbed over his shoulder, to the back area. "Through there. Down the stairs." He glanced over the cheetah, shaking his head with a faint frown. "Shame. I'd have loved to take you home."
"Uh, thanks, but, I'm taken," Colin replied. The nerve. Some males just didn't see others as anything more than, well, meat! The cheetah slid through the bar hatch, and into the back room, glad to be out of that horrid place. The stairs were there on the right, and he took them, into a completely different place.
A brightly lit kitchen. Servers and busboys bustled here and there, carrying food this way and that. An impressively muscled Clydesdale was standing, buck naked, covered in brown stains and wiping between his legs with a cloth. He seemed embarrassed, laughing shyly as he was fussed over by a tiger and a fox. The two workers seem amused by something, something between the horse's legs, but Colin couldn't quite see around the horse's hip.
"Can I help you?" came a sharp, raspy voice just behind him. Colin jumped around, startled, a look mortified horror over his face. "I didn't see anything!"
The wolf that stared back at him, grizzled, the color of the powder left after charcoal briquettes burn down, was less than amused. "Customers are not allowed back here, if you are looking for the rest room, I Assure you you will find them - "
"No! I mean," Colin blushed more, realizing he had interrupted. "Hi, I'm Colin, I'm here to work tonight."
"Oh. Colin. Colin. Oh, right, of course, the seven o'clock." He glanced over Colin's shoulder, to where the horse was being rinsed off, as a raccoon scurried by carrying an armload of ripe red apples. The wolf plucked a white wrapped cigarette from his chest pocket, and in the middle of the kitchen, lit it. The cherry glowed red as he stared up at the clock, and Colin began to wonder, after fifteen seconds of waiting, if the wolf had had a stroke.
"Yeah," the wolf finally said, tapping ash out onto the floor. "Come on back and I'll get you your locker."
Colin glanced back over to the red colored stallion, who had his arms out, being hosed down with the industrial sprayers restaurants use for cleaning produce. It was bizarre to see an employee being treated like food. He felt his briefs tighten again, and hurried after the wolf.
"Here it is, locker number two one seven." He handed the cheetah a lock. "The combo is fifty four thirty two. Easy, right? Get your clothes in there, all your personal belongings."
"I, err, all of them? Now?"
"Yeah, all of them. Look bud if you have a problem with being naked in public, you need to leave, like Now."
Colin's paws moved to his front, protectively. "No, I just, I'm fine with it, it's just," He glanced around, shrugged helplessly. "I thought I'd have some training to do, first."
"Training? What do you need training for. It's simple. You get naked. We prep you. You lay still while rich perverts peel raw fish off of you. You get a big tip, you get cleaned up, you go home. Sounds simple enough to me!"
"Yeah, you're right." Colin chewed at his lower lip in embarrassment. "Sorry, Mister... Um."
"Mister Fegel." The wolf sighed. "Fine. If you want to stall a little bit, I have some paperwork to fill out. It won't take long. The prep cooks are going to be a while with Cam anyways. Horses are always a mess when they get back here. Wonder why."
He snorted, and led the feline back to his small, cramped office. He sat down, letting Colin stand, and started rattling off questions. Name, age, species. Had he been over seas, Had he ever had herpes. Colin gave him the papers certifying he was clean of communicable diseases. Sexual orientation, which Colin balked at, before meekly replying that he was gay. Did he have any preferences for customers? Colin said he'd prefer all males.
The wolf paused at that, then grinned to the cheetah. "And do you mind if there is a... sexual component to the meal?"
Colin blushed. "Well, I am going to be naked, and on display, I imagine that I'll probably be hard."
"Yes, but do you mind if the guests..." Fegel rolled something around in his head, trying to find the right phrase for it. "... Sample?"
Colin coughed, as he felt more blood stuff into his cock, which was painfully folded over and under his nut sack. "Um." He cleared his throat. "Does it pay better? I have a boyfriend, I don't think he'd want me to letting random dudes suck my dick, or whatever."
"There is a -significant- bonus for allowing the customers to enjoy you more than as a place mat." The wolf leaned in, whispering something in Colin's ear, as if they were being listened in on.
Colin's eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "Wow, um. Wow. Okay. Sure. Let's do that. But, like, there's no... photography, right? Nobody is going to be posting pictures of this on the Internet? I really, I can't let my boyfriend find out, if it's going to be sexual..."
"Guaranteed. The only thing leaving this place is gonna be in our customer's bellies." Fegel took another long draw on his smoke, this time his eyes remaining fixated on the cheetah's bulge. Colin took the scrutiny for a bit, before sihfting his legs, and moving his paws behind his back.
"Any allergies?"
Colin shook his head, then paused. "Actually, yes, just one. I, ah, I am allergic to peanuts."
"Peanuts? We use peanuts in the restaurant. How bad is the allergy?"
"Oh, it's not life threatening or anything. It's just that when I eat stuff with peanuts in it, my lips and mouth go numb."
"Numb?"
"Yeah, completely numb. Like when you go to the dentists."
"Well, like I said, we use peanuts in here, but only for the peanut sauce for the satay. I'll make sure the cooks know that peanut sauce would make you go numb, though."
"Thanks."
There was a knock on the door behind him, the two turning to look. The fox, wearing a wet apron that had several stains dripping down over it, was there, looking the cheetah over. "Cam went home, he seemed pretty happy with his tip. We're ready for the next one."
"Jack, this is Colin. He's doing the Deluxe Sushi Platter Special for the Donner Party at 7:30, make sure to get him trimmed down. Oh, and, he has a peanut allergy, makes him numb. Make sure the saucière knows about that, okay?"
"Sure, boss." The fox looked the cheetah over, and grinned widely. "Come on, kid, get your clothes off and get out here."
Getting 'prepped' was a lot more thorough than the cheetah had realized. The two preppers, Jack and a tiger who only went by "Big C", set upon him almost immediately with four hair clippers, hacking and cutting through his thick, furry pelt. The cheetah's rosettes looked completely different, with his fur trimmed almost to the pelt. The broad swathes of fur gathered around his feet, and after they had cut most of it off, they adjusted their razors to a shorter setting, and 'fine tuned' the cheetah.
He was naked at this point, of course. Oh yes, he had barely had time to peel his clothes off before he had been yanked into the kitchen proper. Well, Pseudo kitchen, really. Apparently the actual food was prepared in a secondary kitchen, whereas this area was a cross between a prep room, a locker room, and a spa.
He watched as the sleek muscles of his shoulders and pectorals were brought into further view. He hadn't realized how much his fur hid his natural physique. The cheetah wasn't muscular, per say, but he was toned, taut, tight. He was young enough that his natural form hadn't begun to sag or bulge in any unusual ways. It was apparent that he ran, and it was also apparent, as the delighted prep cooks found out, that Colin may have had some thoroughbred in his family lineage.
Big C was the one to handle his junk, first, taking a hold of the spotter's fat sheath and holding it up as he carefully peeled the fur away from it. Their trimmers didn't remove all of the fur, just enough to leave a peach fuzz like sheen across his naked muscles. Otherwise, the sushi would slide all over the place, apparently.
"Daaaamn, boy, is all of this yours?" said the broad shouldered tiger, grinning a fangy grin up to the naked cheetah.
"Scout's honor," Colin retorted back. He could feel the burn in his ears - an almost constant thing since he got here, but strangely, he was not ashamed. He was proud. Can your ears burn with pride.
The tiger was casually flicking the cat's short sheath back and forth along the dark meat that stuck out from it. "Does this even fit in your sheath, all the way?"
Colin puffed his slender chest out with pride. "Nope. Never."
"Probably had it docked," quipped the fox, who was digging the buzzer's blades against the feline's ass-cheeks.
Colin ruffled at the insult. "Totally natural, buddy." he preened, a bit. "What can I say, you're either born with it, or you're not. Nothing to be ashamed of, just cuz you're a fox. OW!"
"Oh, sorry. Must have slipped. Don't worry, you're not bleeding," said the fox, with a hint of smugness in his voice. "You know, though, you shouldn't insult a guy with a sharp pair of blades so close to your junk."
Colin went quiet, grumbling softly in his head. Damn foxes. He looked down at Big C, who was still handling his equipment, his cock pushed up against his belly with a striped forearm, and fingers toying with his heavy hanging cheetah nuts.
"Man, these bad boys are beautiful. I wish I could have a lick."
"More like a gulp!" quipped the fox from behind.
Colin smiled benignly down to the prep cook.
"Well, you know..." he licked his lips. "maybe after they're done out front, you can help me clean out my pipes. If they haven't been too demanding, that is."
Big C grinned up to the cheetah with the queerest look in his eyes, dark and glittery. "Oh, yeah? You'd let me have some leftovers?"
Colin nodded back. "I mean, if there are any. I'm doing the deluxe platter, so..." Truth be told, he had no idea what the deluxe platter meant. He assumed it meant that oral was allowed.
"Ah." the tiger shrugged. 'Well, still, it's an honor to handle equipment as nice as this. You should be proud." Colin couldn't help himself, he had gotten rigidly hard. His shaft was magnificent, a rich, almost purplish black, with a beautiful dark vein wiggling down along the top, disappearing around the middle. The whole last third of it was ribbled with what looked at first like exaggerated goose bumps, but as the tiger felt out, they were barbs, stiff flexible nubs that bended slightly as the tiger's fingers stroked against them.
Colin bent over, groaning and grabbing the tiger wrist. "Whoa, buddy, don't you have barbs too? Jesus Christ, not so rough!"
"Oh." the tiger was anything but. "Sorry." Anything but. "I just wanted to see what they felt like. Are you like, really sensitive?"
"Well, I mean, I think everyone is really sensitive if you grind against the head of their cock." Colin chuckled.
"Well, I guess it doesn't really matter." The tiger and fox took two thick, plush towels, and started to brush the naked, nearly fur-less cheetah off. The soft fabric felt good, sliding so close to his skin, and he felt himself throb against his belly as he was buffed and polished all over. When they were done, he was beautiful, a handsome specimen of virile cheetah.
"Wouldn't it have been just as easy to use water?"
"What, and get rid of your natural musk?" The fox tsk tsked. "You want to flavor your food. Trust us, we know exactly what we're doing. You're going to be Delicious."
"'Specially this," grumbled the tiger, giving that straining shaft another slow stroke - at least along the root, specifically avoiding the stubbly barbs. "I'd give -anything- to be at that table."
The tiger was handsome, but a little too big for Colin's tastes. It was nice to be admired so much, though, and he almost felt bad for the poor stripey beast. Still, he was here for money, not handouts!
"Stop feeling sorry for yourself, C, it's almost time to get him out there, and he doesn't even have the food on him yet."
"Yeah, you're right. Come on, bud, up on the cart."
Cart?
Yup. A seven foot long, three foot wide serving cart. It was made of sleek metal and chrome underneath, and the top of it was covered in a grooved, slightly recessed 'dish'. This dish currently had broad sheaths of nori on it, crinkly green sheets of dried seaweed. Colin climbed hesitantly up onto the cart, which seemed stable enough, not even moving as he pulled himself up onto it.
He sat his butt down on it, grunting as the cool dry seaweed touched his almost naked butt cheek. Being naked like this was exhilarating and kind of overwhelming. He could feel air against his skin, a raw, almost overwhelming sensation of just being exposed. He glanced down as fingers wrapped around his shaft again, and he saw that Jack was strapping something around the root of his shaft.
"What is that? A cock ring? I don't need one of those."
"It's nori. For the cheetah sushi." He winked to the spotted male, who smirked back. "You're going to be sitting on this cart, completely still, for the next hour or so. You gotta perform. This is to make sure you don't get soft, no matter what happens."
Colin guessed that made sense. He watched for a little while as the fox fussed and fidgeted and tightened it. Indeed, that cock bulged out over the top of the tight green strap, and he could see it twitching with his heartbeat, getting harder and more swollen, even as he watched.
"That's not going to damage me, is it?"
"Naw. Hell, by the time you're done out there you won't even notice it's there, I'm sure. Least of your worries." The fox brought another strap to bear, and Colin got up on his elbows to watch.
"I understand why I need to stay hard, but why are you tying up my balls, too?"
"Oh, well, you know how some cats are. Hair triggers." The green seaweed was folded, around and around and around, slowly pushing those spotted oranges down low in their sac. "This'll keep you from popping too soon."
"It's kind of tight," Colin complained. It was.
"You'll be fine. they'll get used to it, and after it gets soy sauce on it, it's soften right up." The fox pulled a final strap out, and wrapped it around the cheetah's sheath, just above where he had tied off the root of his dick. When Colin asked about that, he said it was to protect the seaweed cock ring from getting wet too quickly.That made sense.
Fully prepped, and read to go, he was wheeled into the real kitchen. The next fifteen minutes were a cacophony of sensations, as the sushi chefs and saucière each started heaping things upon him. His legs were pushed apart, and a raised platter wedged between his knees. He could close his legs, if he really wanted to, but it would make a mess. All sorts of little dipping cups were placed on that platter, and he could smell the scents - most of them salty, but a few fruity, of the sauces.
Then he started being decorated himself. First his arms were pulled up over his head, the hands tucked behind. He rested on his hands, with his legs apart, completely naked. It was quite a mouth watering sight. His cock jutted up so hard, and proud, his fat nuts pulled down to rest just on the surface of the platter. If they hadn't hung so low, it wouldn't have worked, but Colin was blessed. Yes he was.
Some of the dipping pots were used to pinch together against the neck of his sac, and the raised lip of the platter kept his nuts from pulling up at all, the dipping pots literally holding them in place. He could reach down to adjust, but that would mess up the sushi.
Oh yes, the sushi. Rice was padded in around his butt, hips,shoulder, and along his arms, like a snow bank to keep him comfortable. Then strips of fish were laid down over him. His arms were done first, with four inch long, two inch wide, and half an inch thick strips of monkfish and yellow fish. It was cold, sticky, wet, and smelled sweet and juicy. The sushi chef had rolled his cutting board over, resting it against the feline's own cart, and as he took the hunks of fish and sliced and cut them, the other chefs whisked it away to lay it over him.
His belly and chest were next. Yellow fish and pink were alternated in strips leading away from his heart, and over his nipples, peeled cooked shrimp were layered. Between the strips of fish, they would press bits of ginger or blobs of wasabi, and sometimes a streak of avocado or cucumber.
"Will you take a picture of me?" He asked one of the chefs, who nodded but didn't respond. He hoped the rodent would understand.
Down his legs went mako shark, whitefin, and sea bass. His feet were wrapped around with what felt like liquid ropes, and he was afraid to look down to see what it was. Rubbery, ticklish things were poked between his toes, and he had to look. He lifted his head, peeking down past his erection - which looked huger than ever without his pubic ruff to cushion it's majesty - and saw tentacles. Octopus tentacles! They were feeding the still squirming tendrils between his toes! Colin was suddenly Very thankful that he was not ticklish.
Well, not too ticklish, anyways. They squirmed and rubbed and poked against him in a way that was infuriatingly sensitive.
A hand pulled his head back down, onto his own hands, and he looked up into the serious chef's expression. As he watched, two big blobs of something were lowered, and he saw no more. Something was on his eyes. He sniffed at the air, but couldn't quite figure out what it was. Something sweet smelling, certainly. Fingers pushed down into his mouth, opening it, and a ceramic jar was laid inside it. He felt his jaws pushed together, and realized that the jar was shaped like an upside down butt-plug. It was filled, and a splash of what they put in it landed on his tongue. Soy sauce. Mmm, GOOD soy sauce. He was pleased that they paid so much attention to the finer details. Something was being pushed down into his sheath, above where the strap was. It felt like little slimy balls of something. And something was being very carefully placed on his cock. One piece, then another, then another. Building up from the cheetah's sheath. He could feel each piece placed just above above another, making a delicate sushi 'shell' around his penis. It was cold and clammy.
He realized suddenly that the octopus on his feet was making his cock twitch more. IT wasn't erotic, or anything, it was just happening. He hoped it wouldn't knock the food over. Would it? He was certain he felt a piece slide off, but it was so cold and wet, he wasn't sure. He couldn't see, and he was afraid to lift his head.
He realized, with a jolt, that he was completely covered in raw fish. From the small bits resting in the shallows of his ears, to the parts nestled against his arm pits, to the parts 'pinning' his tail down tot he rack, he was completely covered. As the tray began to move, he realized, this was it. He was about to be put out to be 'eaten'. Whatever fish it was on the tip of his cock was suddenly basted in a blurp of cheetah pre-cum.
The restaurant was loud, but the noises were all indistinct, muffled by the fish in the cheetah's ear. He couldn't see or really hear anything. He could kind of make out the manager talking about the 'fresh catch of the day', and hear an assorted collection of chuckles and giggles. Oh, he hoped they weren't laughing at his cock. Was he too small? Was he too big?
He couldn't feel anything yet, under his shell of fish. just juices, dripping. His nuts were kind of aching, too, though whether that was from being tied off, or stretched so low, from being so aroused, or from having blue balls for the last three days, he couldn't tell.
Mrrmrrm rrr rmrmrmr rmrmrmrr rrm rmrmrr. mmrrmrmrmrmr. Rrmrrmr mmrm rrmrmrmr. Went on the wolf, and the cheetah wished he could hear it. He'd love to see who was going to be 'feeding' off of him, too. hopefully someone would eat the fish off his eyes, or remove the fish from his ears, or the bowl from his mouth. In a way, having no senses to go with the anticipation he was feeling made him even hotter. If someone were to grab his big ole dick and give it a few strokes, he was sure he would just splatter everyone with his hot cheetah pudding.
Something touched him.
It was near his left shoulder. He felt something smooth and solid press against his shoulder blade, and then the kiss of air against it. He huffed a breath of air in through his nose. They had started! Something clicked against the bowl in his mouth. They had dipped!
Another double poke slid against his right hip, and that seemed to set off the 'attack', as it were. Suddenly chopsticks were digging and poking at him everywhere. He felt a cold drizzle of something pool on his belly, just under his diaphragm. It tickled and drooled, meandering between pieces of fish before it tickled down over his thigh and into the wad of rice by his buttock. He felt like a jigsaw puzzle that was being taken apart, piece by piece. Sure, they weren't really him, but the fish pieces had gotten warm enough against his naked skin that it was like bits of armor being removed.
Nobody was touching anything on his head, though.
He carefully flexed his arms, his legs, bracing himself , trying to look as good as he can.
Someone poked his penis!
It wasn't even a pair of chopsticks, he felt fingers pinch at the underside of his dick, just under the head, peeling the flesh away from his barbs. He twitched, and he could hear an increase of murmurs, and soon he felt more fingers, chop sticks, poking and digging at his cock. It bobbed back and forth, and the cheetah's own 'soy sauce' drooled copiously out from under whatever piece swaddled tip. He felt something press up against the underside of his cock, sliding upwards, over the barbs, licking up his sauce.
He heard a voice, too. Sort of a stern voice. Kind of familiar. Who's, though? Was someone he knew, here?? One of his old teachers, maybe, or a coworker from the grocery store?? Oh man!
Who could the man behind the voice BE? Why, it was a very familiar face indeed. It was, of course, Gala, and the fox was angry.
"Get your filthy tongue off of my man!" he said, standing up. there were seven diners all gathered around the sushified cheetah, and they all looked up in surprise at the fox's outburst. Well, all except the orc, who was shovelling handfulls of rice and fish into his mouth.
The accused filthy tongue belonged to a skunk, who was in truth known to be a bit on the filthy side. Sev carefully pulled his tongue away from Colin's shaft, which throbbed and pulsed.
There was a bit of awkward silence as the rest of the furries gathered around the table paused in eating too.
"Um," started a large burly black wolf. "Are you saying Colin is under here?" He poked at a bit of tuna, lifting it up and sniffing at the bit of exposed skin under neath.
"Yes, that's Colin, that's my BOYfriend, and you're not allowed to taste him!"
The manager hurried over, seeing the agitated state of the fox, his bushy tail tucked low. "Sir! Sir, is everything okay? Are you not agreeing with the food?" "Yes! This customer," he said, pointing to Sev, who blanked and ducked his ears back, "Was about to go down on the sushi!"
People all over the restaurant were staring, gawking at the scene, and when the fox pointed to the skunk, they stared at HIM, too.
"Sir, please. Calm down. Have some complementary sake. Like I said, this is a completely voluntary agreement. The man under the fish has completely agreed to any 'sampling' that the customers might want to take."
"What do you mean, 'sampling'."
"Well, I mean exactly that. You're allowed to lick, mouth, nibble, and bite him, anywhere you want, so long as doing so won't kill or handicap him."
"Oh, -really-. And he agreed to that? I doubt it. We're strictly monogamous. That would be cheating on me, and he could never do that." Gala slapped at Sev's paw, which had been reaching for the cheetah's cock again.
"It's so beeg!" the skunk replied. If he was going to be branded a slut, he might as well play up the part.
"It's seventeen fucking inches, and NONE of them are YOURS!" the fox replied, irritably. Zyxxs crammed another handful of fish into his mouth. His area of the cheetah was almost completely stripped bare. He started peeling seaweed off the bottom of the plate.
"I assure you, he did. When he heard how much he would be... compensated, he seemed more than eager."
"Bullshit. Where's the owner? I hope you have a good lawyer, you're about to get sued, buddy!"
"Hey, Gala," said the fox-coon who was all the way on the other side, up near the head of the cheetah, next to the wolf. "Um, I really hate to bust your bubble but..." He folded his ears back, as submissively as possible, closing his eyes and looking like he was about to cry. "About a week ago, um..."
'What, Gala, what is it?"
"Well a week ago, me and him went fishing and, uh, he wanted me to suck his dick. He .. tried to force me to!"
Lekko, a fox-lemur sitting next to Gala, stared aghast at what the other fox hybrid had just said. "But I was there, and- OW!" He reached under the table, rubbing at his foot. "Who stomped on my foot, that hurt!"
"Really, Gala, you have to believe me."
"It's true!" said UltaFox, another fox sitting at the table. Foxes did tend to run in packs, it would seem. "He tried to get me to give him a hand-job when we were playing darts at the bar last month." he dropped his head melodramatically into a paw. "It was as if he thought that just because I was a fox, that I was easy, and could just do whatever he wanted to me. I thought then, as I do now... Why, oh why, isn't there something us foxes could do, to show that we are worthy of respect!"
There was golf clapping from the table behind UltaFox, as Gala processed this. Was it possible? Had his boyfriend, who had swore to him he would never cheat on him, really be hitting on foxes on the side?
Zyxxs paused in his foot, and reached into his loincloth. "Me get message." He opened it up. He squinted at it. "Me.. got... raped by... spotty cat." He stared blankly at the cell phone, then closed the cover and slipped it back into his loin cloth. "Can eat more now?"
Gala wiped at his eyes with a napkin, as the manager poised nearby, on tiptoes, anxiously. "I'm just so confused."
Sev finally seemed to realize what was going on, and he slid back to the table. "I HAD SEX WITH HIM, TOO!" he shouted, and Gala turned to look at him incredulously. "Only... I initiated. He's HOT, have you seen how big he is? I was all like 'Unf unf' and he was like "yeah take it slut!"" The skunk stood up and looked around the restaurant, making sure to get eye contact with a couple of big looking horses in one corner, and a badger on the side. "AND JUST TELLING YOU ABOUT THAT JUST MADE MY MAN CUNT SO RIPE AND JUICY! I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM TO COOL OFF!"
Sev skipped happily away to the bathroom, and several of the other patrons quietly made their excuses to follow him. The horses first, and then the burly badger, who glanced, left, and right, and smiled a wicked smile.
"Well, that does it. Any man who made love to Sev is no man of mine." Gala looked at the cheetah's throbbing, twitching shaft for a few long seconds, then scowled.
"We'll be enjoying our meal, sir. Thank you for your patience. If I may, could I please ask for some... peanut butter?"
"Peanut butter? Ah, but sir, he specifically told me that he was allergic to -"
"I know." Gala scowled even more angrily at the cheetah's cock. "It makes him numb. Get it."
Colin had been wondering what was going on. He hadn't felt anyone nibbling or poking at him for some time, now. Well, except for what felt like a blind turtle, scrabbling at his right hand side. He was pretty sure that the fish was all gone from that part, and if the thick fingers kept pushing and prying, he was going to start losing intestines, soon, too!
Suddenly, he felt the chop sticks poking at him again. It wasn't as, hmm, what is the term. Sensual. They were kind of digging at him, pinching against his skin. He thought for a second he had done something wrong. Or maybe it was just because it was so unexpected.
Someone was taking the bits of fish off of his cock, now, too, the chopsticks tugging and peeling more of the fish off of his flesh. They had already removed a lot of the base, and he realized that his barbs were actually stuck through the soft flesh of the fish when they peeled a piece of it free, and it 'tugged', sliding against his tines as if they were tiny, miniature penises.
His erection, which had been kind of leaning to the side, bolted straight upright at that. That was an incredibly unique, incredibly intense sensation. He hadn't really felt many different types of sensations - he had been lucky to get Gala to even give him a blow job, once, and even then the fox had complained about his size. Like he was too big or something. It didn't hurt his ego, of course, to be 'too big', but it meant that Colin was not, what you would call, the most experienced of lovers. He had jerked off almost his entire life, and Gala was his first 'real' relationship. When the wolf had whispered the bonus amount in his ear, that he would get for letting himself be manhandled by a couple anonymous patrons, he had jumped at the chance. That would be enough to get a REAL engagement ring! Boy would Gala be surprised!
Most of the biggest pieces of fish were gone when he felt the first mouth. It was down on his feet, the tongue working between his long, slender toes, sucking the bits of tentacles that were still clinging on.
He felt another mouth soon after, on his nipple, swallowing at the bit of shrimp on top of it. It was warm, almost hot compared to the cool flesh of the fresh fish. And then there were lips, tongues, sucking mouths all over him, licking and slurping at the fish remnants and the sauce. He could feel teeth softly chewing on his sheath, gently working the blobs of pearl sized fish eggs out from inside. He had thought they would be forgotten, had pictures little baby fish swimming around in there by the time they got to it, but someone had found that little nest. Soon he felt another set of teeth, chewing on the other side, a long tongue licking in and scraping out blobs of salty fish poppers, scraping against the side of his shaft. He could feel something warm being smeared onto his nuts, too, something sticky that clung to his flesh. Fingers were rubbing it in, gently lifting and pulling and keeping them well stretched and well held, just coating them in whatever sauce that was. Were they going to lick his balls? He had always thought the idea of that was hot, but had never felt it.
The tugging and chewing on his sheath was getting more intense, he could feel the pinpricks of sharp fangs pulling over that protective shroud of flesh. Scraping firmly, pulling it in one direction and then another. For the first time, he was tempted to close his legs, to open his eyes, to break the illusion that he was a platter of food and see what was going on.
The teeth dug harder, making his own teeth squeeze against the ceramic bowl that plugged his mouth. He let out a low, deep growly moan, his tail tip flicking back and forth against the blobs of fish that still rested on top of it. It felt like his sheath was being ripped apart, it really stung.
Cool fluid poured over it, and he spasmed a little bit. Oh! Of course! He realized what was happening instantly. It was all the salt from the fish eggs. It had dried his sheath out, a bit, so it was more sensitive than usual.
He felt the distinct feeling of the teeth pulling along his sheath, stretching, and he thought for a second, felt that it had just ripped down the front and back, splitting into two halves. It certainly felt like it, the ripping sensation followed by that stinging burn. That was impossible, though. He was in a public restaurant. The management wouldn't just -let- the patrons do something so blatantly... well... evil! Cannibalism was certainly not legal, not without all sorts of consent forms, and he certainly hadn't signed anything like that. Just a limited damage waiver or something like that.
The pain in his groin was soothing already, and he put the idea that, hah, two of the customers had just ripped his sheath apart with their teeth to rest. It was simply impossible. He wished, though, that someone would pull whatever the fish was out of his ears and off of his eyes. He really wanted to see who was eating him, it was eating AT him, not knowing.
When he felt the warm, greasy feeling sauce being massaged into his cock, he started to relax. It felt good. Hell,h e was getting a hand-job! This must be the 'sampling' that the wolf had been talking about. Well, they wanted to play with his dick, that was okay, let them have their gropes and licks and sniffs. This was turning out to be a lot of fun, actually.
"This is turning out to be a lot of fun," Gala said, watching as UltaFox and a weasel named Milescent played tug of war with the cheetah's thin, supple sheath. "He doesn't even have a clue. Look, his tail's twitching, but he's not even trying to stop them."
The fox rubbed his fingers together, as he watched the other fox, and the weasel, rub their noses against the root of the cheetah's shaft, each one with a mouthful of the soft brown sheath, each one gripping and trying to pull and rip. Finally, the two came free, each one sitting heavily back down in their chairs, and then hurriedly pulled the ripped off flaps of skin from their mouths. Gala took both of them, and examined the two. Finally, he pointed to UltaFox, and their server nodded, pouring the fox a fresh shot of sake. UltaFox held it aloft, grinned, and then downed it.
Gala laughed, tossing the scraps of sheath to Zyxxs, who hungrily snapped them up. They were gone, the cheetah's protective lining circumcised right off of him and swallowed down, by his own friends, all for a shot of sake!
"Okay, now, this is gonna be the fun part. Guys, you gotta start mouthing, licking him all over. Yeah, like before, only you gotta make it more intense, sexual. You gotta distract him while the peanut butter works. It's gonna make him totally numb. I know it works, I keep some at home and sometimes while he's sleeping, I use it on him."
The black wolf blinked, then leaned forward, as the other patrons began to lick and chew and nip at the poor ignorant cheetah's chest, belly, thighs and feet. "You -use- it on him?"
"Yeah. You know, I mean I... I cover his dick in it and then I..." His ears folded back, as if he were embarrassed for a second. "I bite him."
"You bite his dick?"
"Yeah. I mean, not really, really hard, but, I bite it, all up and down it, I pretend that I am just gonna bite it right off of him. He's sleeping, so he doesn't know. I think the idea is really hot. I mean... look at his cock. It's huge. And so tasty."
The big wolf leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his head. "Well, that's a new one. I guess now you can finally do it, huh?"
Gala just grinned back at him, as he continued smearing the peanut sauce along the cheetah's thick dick. The sauce on his nuts was already cooling, turning into a paste.
"Yup, now I can finally do it, and I can share him with my friends, too. This will teach him to try to fool around behind my back!" Gala paused, then leaned down, and licked and slurped the last bit of fish from the end of the cheetah's thick shaft. It was so smooth, so warm, like butter almost, and so salty. It tasted like fish, and it tasted like Colin, too.
"I'm pretty sure it'll already be ready, but let's try it out." Gala reached, taking the cheetah's nut-sack in his paws again. The peanut butter satay sauce that soaked over them had dried to a tacky sheen, and he gave the fat nuts inside a warm squeeze. There was nothing. No twitch, no shudder. He grinned at the other guests, some grinning, some frowning (one drooling) and pushed a thumb-claw down into the middle of that sack. Again, no response. He pulled down, unzipping Colin's nut-sack like a Prada purse, and dug his fingers into it. It took a bit of gripping, pulling, and ripping, but with some effort, he peeled and ripped that fat-skinned scrotum right the hell free. It hung, limp, ripped, and torn. He turned to feed it to Zyxxs, who opened his mouth like a begging dog, with his thick green tongue hanging out all covered in bits of food, and kind of, well, not kind of. It was gross. For some reason, maybe it was a bit of nostalgia, Gala folded it up and stuffed it in his vest pocket, instead.
"Okay, who's ready for some Cheetah Dick!" he shouted, and ALL around the restaurant, hands went up in the air, with a resounding, "MEEEEEE!" He herd people upstairs in the bar start running for the stairs, and before a riot descended on his boyfriend's fat cock, he shooed them all back. "Buy yer own damn cock!" There was some grumbling and discontentment but Gala reclaimed their little feast for his table.
"Now, you see how he's twitching like this?" He took the shaft by the base, idly feeling the thick vein that squirmed up it's length, twitching regularly against his thumb tip. He gave a slow squeeze, and moved into the cap. The peanut sauce had been smeared all the way up his length, except around that gleaming, leaking, seeping cock head. It was a a rich, peat moss black, the color of bog marsh and the shadow under a mushroom. He snuffled at it, giving a soft, playful nibble against the soft lips of it. A warm drool of lazy pre-cum seeped against his lips, collecting, touching his tongue.
It was delicious. It was all the more delicious for knowing that he would be the last one to kiss him like this. He pushed his nose down against the hard flesh, and licked across the cheetah's frenum, softly nosing, nuzzling, smooching his way to the first of the cheetah's barbs. He licked at it, found it between his teeth. He pinched it, squeezing the hard little fleshy spike between his sharp fox fangs, feeling it resist, resist, and then click. It came loose like a little meaty Tic Tac on his tongue.
He leaned back, rolling it around, tasting that little barb of flesh. Swallowed it. "Mmmmm." He leaned back in, and felt one of his friend's cheeks brush against his, on one side, and then another on the other side. looked like some of the others were interested. So be it. There were plenty of barbs to chew on, and just like bubble wrap, it was more fun to share them then to pop them alone.
They worked over the cheetah's dick, licking and chewing on each of the barbs, picking and plucking them. He could feel it -or at least feel something of it. If he knew what they were doing, he'd of course have aborted all the fun, and made them stop. His cock waggled, Throbbed every time one of them wrenched a little spike of fun away. When they pulled back, there were still a few barbs left, but most of them had been chewed free. There were cute little red freckles where they had poked out, but no more barbs. Gala licked at the font of his tooth - he could feel that one of the barbs had gotten stuck there between two of his fangs.
Still, that shaft stood upright. His sheath and scrotum already stripped away,a nd now his barbs, they had run out of fun things to trim away. Well, Almost.
"Ya know, there's no going back after you start that," said the black wolf, nose down, eyeing Gala up.
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll save you some." The wolf squirmed, and Gala pulled his boyfriend's doomed dick forward, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it. Not all of it, just the broad tip. It got wider, the further down he went, and his teeth pressed into a familiar feeling set of small, almost unnoticeable scars about three inches down. He worked his teeth against those little ridges, working, pushing his jaws together. The thick rod of Colin's masculinity tickled against the back of his throat, working to try and make him choke.
Gala had too many years of wistful fantasies to live up to, though, too many sticky fingers and drenched bed sheets to turn back now. He clenched his jaws, feeling the thick, tough skin compress, like a hard bit of jerky. His fingers moved to grip the fur-less, sticky inner thighs of the cheetah, and he clenched down harder. POP! The skin suddenly yielded, splitting open under his fangs, and he felt them dig into the strangely soft erectile tissue. It had not nearly the surface tension of the cock's flesh, and he felt it crush and separate between his questing fangs, slowly and surely. There was not much left, not much keeping that cock tip from remaining part of Colin instead of being part of Gala's dinner.
Another squeeze of his jaws, though, and Gala had a delicious mouthful of meat to chew and suck and slurp on. The salty tang of it, better than Any fish, drooled over his tongue, and he sat back in his chair with lidded eyes, just enjoying.
Some of the other guests looked on with jealousy, envy in their eyes. Zyxxs looked with hunger, and one guest in particular had lust. The only deadly sin that was missing was Sloth, but that was in Gala's eyes. He had gotten what he had come for.
"Hey, uh Gala?" It was UltaFox, who was leaning over the table, glancing from the decapitated cheetah cock to the host with the most. "You uh, you mind if I have a bite?"
Gala waved his paw regally to the others. "Of course not, share, my friends, have a bite each. It's the best... sushi... ever."
The hungry fox licked his lips, examining the shaft for a moment before he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a gray handle, and with a SHIK!, unfolded a butterfly knife. He grasped the tip of the cheetah's shaft, and pressed the sharp blade against the side of it. He pushed, sliding the blade back and forth, just a bit, and it slowly disappeared into the dark flesh. He peeled his chunk up, away, the flesh stretching as it was strained, the knife cutting further through the thick flesh. With a spatter of fluid across the face of the drooling orc, it came free and the fox sat down to savor his own little morsel.
Lekko took the reins for the next bite, using both paws to hold the shaft. "Well," he grinned, "I kind of prefer fruit, but I guess I could pretend this is a banana." He peeled the skin down, away from the tip, baring the naked meat underneath it, then sniffed at it. Lick lick., Lap lap. Chomp. his sharp little lemur teeth dug right into a corner of the cock-stalk, and he ripped that little bite off. Went back for another bite, and then another, each one chewing off a small bit of flesh. The foxmur wound up whittling a good three inches worth of bites down, and by the time he was done, the cheetah was starting to twitch and flex.
"Not sure if the peanut butter is wearing off, or if he's just getting close to cumming," Gala said, watching relaxedly. The white table cloth was hiding his hips from view,and one of his paws were underneath it, his forearm twitching slightly back and forth. He was enjoying himself, certainly. "Okay, my turn!" said Salia, the fox-coon who had started this whole thing by saying the cheetah had come onto him. "I gotta admit, Gala, I've wanted a piece of this for a long time, and what are the chances I'm going to get another chance?"
He sucked on the end of the cheetah's rapidly diminishing trunk, using two paws to hold the root, and bobbing firmly up and down along it. The cheetah seemed to think he was enjoying that, his hips actually rocking up and down a bit, and his nuts tugging against the little jars that kind of held them on that platter. Salia was doing a good job of sucking, it looked like, and Gala began to look increasingly dismayed, and then irritated, that the fox coon was only sucking, and not biting.
His request for Salia to bite went uncalled, unheeded, so Gala did the only thing a jealous boyfriend Could do, he leaned forward, grabbed Salia by the jaw and muzzle, and squeezed the two together. The little fella flailed his hands out, slapping the other fox in the cheek, knocking over the bottle of Sake, but he was forced to bite right through that shaft he was slurping on. He got his mouthful all right, and Gala pushed him forcible back into his seat!
Milescent was next, tipping his hat to the fox before gobbling another three inches up with wet chewing crunching sounds. It didn't take more than half a minute to chew his way through the cheetah's medial ring, biting through the tougher, leather flesh. He sat down, still chewing, drooling bits and chunks, and Gala looked around.
"Let's see is that everyone? I guess Zyxxs can have the rest of-"
"NOT SO FAST!"
A rumpled, jizzy, cummy, bedraggled skunk staggered over, limping, his shirt torn and his pants missing entirely. He was, incidentally, missing a fat pouch from between his legs, but nobody thought at the time to mention it. The two horses that followed him into the bathroom gingerly walked back to their chairs, bearing similar wounds, and a badger came out with doggy bag bulging with .... something.
Sev leaped onto the table, and grabbed Colin's shaft by the root, giving it a few squeezes, and suddenly let out a murr. "You think I have enough time to?" He gestured to his ass.
"No." came the resounding reply.
"Sheesh, fine." He humphed, then grabbed a pair of chopsticks. Working them between his fingers, he speared them succinctly through half of what remained of Colin's erection. Then twisted. Folded. Bent. Opened them like scissors, closed them in the other direction. Plop!
Sev got standing applause at this origamical marvel, having managed to cleanly shear half of the cheetah's stump off with only two dull wooden chop sticks. He speared one down the urethra, and grinning smugly, sat down on a chair. Then winced! And shifted to one side, so as to not be sitting directly on his butt. And enjoyed his morsel.
That left Zyxxs, the poor orc who had been forced to watch, and watch, and watch as more and more of that dick disappeared. Like a well trained dog, he had obediently sat and waited, and when Gala snapped his fingers at him, he jumped at the chance.
He lunged forward, and with his great tusked jaws wide, jammed the rest of Colin's meat into his muzzle. He didn't try to suck or sophisticate his way through it. It was raw meat, and he was hungry. He chewed, sucked, held the hips and thighs down and pulled, ripping and biting and savaging that fat left over trunk free in a barrage of might and ferocity. He pulled back, and there was nothing left of the cheetah's once huge cock. The table had completely eaten it! Which one had actually done the penectomy? At what point had Colin lost his cock? That's a moral question to ask, but we don't ask questions like that in stories like these.
Zyxxs got a huge, hot, scalding wad of cheetah jizz right in the face.
It blasted right out of the cheetah's groin. Maybe something about the way Zyxxs had bestially mauled the remainder of his cock off, or maybe the cheetah had just enjoyed whatever feeling he had had, or maybe those balls, sick of always being second fiddle, had just launched their own counter attack at the invading teeth. Regardless, the orc got spattered with a hot wash of rich white salty good, and sat back, sputtering and wiping at his eyes. The rest of his load gushed out and onto his belly, his thighs, soaking everything with a torrent of seed that was proportional to his formal penis. There was a bit of flash photography at this point, and some cell phones were brought out. Yes, the wolf had told the cheetah there would be no photography, but restaurant managers are hardly the most honest types.
When it was all said and done, and everyone was getting up to leave, Gala noticed one of the party guests were remaining, sitting by the table, staring at the denuded cheetah groin. There were workers already coming, picking up plates, getting ready to roll the presentation back to the kitchen.
"Hidan, what is it? Oh, you didn't get a bite of dick, did you?"
"Oh, no, that's not it." The black wolf grinned up to the fox. "Just thinking about things." The fox hmmed, studying his friend for a while, before he reached down and picked up one of the cheetah's fat nuts. "Here."
Hidan's ears perked widely forward, then pulled back. "Uh, what. For me?"
"Yeah. Go on, try it. They're really good for you, you know? Stamina in the bedroom?"
Hidan looked at the gray nut, biting at his lower lip. "It just seems wrong."
"What, cuz you're straight? Naw. Come on, get in there, get a taste of it. Suck on it a bit. There you go. Good boy, you're a good boy! Now just, you got the whole thing on! Heh heh, good for you! Not just kinda play with it." The fox pulled at the back of Hidan's head, pulling him in to the cheetah's groin. "Go on, bite it off. I wanna watch you do it. Bite off his nut, and swallow it, eat it right up."
The wolf tried it. Just to see what it was like. He nibbled just a bit on the cords that connected the nut to the cheetah's body. Just like that, they separated, his eyes widening as he realized he had half castrated his own friend! He was so shocked, well, he just gulped.. swallowing that fat lump down. His eyes went even wider, then!
Gala watched the wolf go as pale a sheet under that black fur, and laughing, helped him to his feet. "Good job! I knew you could do it. Now you got something to boast to those bitches back in your pack, huh?" They walked out, into the evening air, where their other friends waited, where a night full of hijiinks no doubt awaited each and every one of them.
Colin felt the cart moving, rolling and pulling back through the restaurant, and back to the kitchen. They removed the jar from his mouth, and almost immediately he reached up, grabbing the fish from his eyes and plopping them in his mouth. He was HUNGRY! He realized he had shot his load all over himself, and what an orgasm that had been, but he didn't care.
"That was so fucking intense," he said, as the tiger and the fox that had prepped him started peeling little bits of fish and stuff off of him.
"Yeah, we hear that a lot. Hey, what do you want us to do with the left overs?" said the tiger, kind of brusquely. He must be pissed that the cheetah had already gotten off. It's not like he could have helped it, he was so horny, feeling all those mouths pretending to bite at him, all that heat, all that attention? He couldn't help it.
"Leftovers? Oh, um, do you want them? I guess there's not much left, but you can have it if you want." he was feeling, what was the term, generous.
"Gee, thanks," he said, plucking a bit of salmon from the cheetah's ear. "Try not to sound so excited about it." He tossed it to the ground, then reached over, taking a pair of scissors from the wall.
"Oh look, there's the next guy." He gestured to the side, and Colin glanced over. There was a big panda man standing in the stair well, at the entrance that he himself had come in, looking shy and embarrassed. He gave a little wave to him, not even noticing the little snip that Big-C made with the scissors.
He turned back, finding that the tiger had just put a big lump of some gray sushi over on a little plate with some other pieces of fish.
"What... IS that? Mollusk?"
"That?" The tiger glanced dismissively to it, then back, "Just an oyster. They don't seem to be that popular, but I love 'em."
"Huh." The cheetah rubbed at his chin, studying it. "Seems awful big for an oyster."
"Well, you just haven't had that kind of oyster before, I guess." The tiger smiled, finishing washing or whatever between the cheetah's legs, and helping him into his boxers. "You're going to be a little tender between the legs, you may want to wait a couple hours before you try doing anything with it."
"Oh, yeah, thanks. Hey, did you hear if I did good?"
"I think you did just fine. See ya around," the tiger said, taking the big, juicy looking oyster and strolling off, leaving the confused, strangely spent-feeling cheetah to gather his pay and leave.
And that is why you should never, ever, ever have a big dick in any story that Charn writes.