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The city had plenty of them, ranging anywhere from skeezy to some of the most desirable spots in the city. It really had not taken as long for them to develop out of nightclubs - in fact, they were one of the major reasons that the Acceptance had happened. Once the rich and powerful started to do it, they wanted to keep doing it and those worse off wanted to emulate them. Combined with the peace that had lasted generations and showed no signs of concluding raised the population explosively, coupling with the discardation of almost every taboo surrounding sexuality and sexual behavior. This made it into a cultural shift instead of an endearing statement when a horny, rich young dragon said to his consort, "I could just eat you up." And actually meant it.

Of course, it was slow at first. It soon took off, however, as pornography found a niche market that soon developed into a full-size demographic. As another massive generation grew up, vore became almost synonymous with sex. The legal process was slightly slower with the development than the younger demographic. The new, widespread fetish was soon argued in courts with a great many precedents already set. The right-to-die had been fought and won a long time ago - but it was still one of the most useful. It had, in the last generation, brought legality to the lethal obstacle courses that had been developed on some of the most popular game shows. The sudden prevalence of extreme cbt and castration when medical technology developed nearly miraculous regeneration powers, which helped with the broadening and acceptance of masochism. Soon, after the battle had been fought and won with the support of the public fetishists and the money of the rich, vore clubs were no longer limited to the underground and the super-rich and willing meals were served up on display and on tables for every class of society.

Food was easily found, surprisingly. There were enough fetishists that neither side ran out, and the glorification of vore in popular media only helped to reinforce the patterns. Gyms saw higher turnover rates, but much higher admission rates and an entire market popped up around becoming the most tender and tasty meals. Vore clubs found employees in these fetishists - Why work when you could satisfy your fetish and have plenty of money and sex in the meantime? Even though it was highly paid and sought after work there were plenty of openings. Quick meals were paid out with a picture in the menu and a modest salary, though simpler stripping with a snake would pay out in a lump sum to live life out to the fullest before the day you started and ended work. Of course, the best meat was found in service to the highest classes and the showrooms of the pickiest clubs. These were the most highly sought positions, one of the best ways to experience the high-class lifestyle and be part of the elite. These meals were bought at auction, going for gigantic sums of money in some cases. As well, the reputation that a meal would bring his family and his name when they were sold at auction would last far longer than a great many actions. These events were televised as well, letting those that were not wealthy enough to attend but still wanted to drool over the doomed meals.

This brought another economic benefit: with the spending competition of the rich on their edible sex servants and the massive amounts of money changing hands from person to person and estate to family, the gap between the rich and poor was lessened, much to the chagrin of a great many opposers of legalization, saying that it would only lead to the rich simply eating the poor. Civic programs improved as well the moment it was brought above the table, taxes imposed on estates and sales bolstering that that could be used.

The society seemed surprisingly stable. It soon outlasted a great many that had come before it, generation after generation. The large rate of reproduction as the taboos on sex had been lifted, causing enough growth to counter the population loss to the vorish culture.

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The drake licked his lips as he stretched just a bit. The fluffers were just finishing oiling the male's scales, one of the foxes more than distracted by the reptile's large shafts, hands running over the now-glistening spears. The big male let him, smiling as he lifted a foot into the tending hands of the creatures working over him. It was not often that they had a dragon in this position. Dragons were already rather rare, the bipedal type even a bit more so, and they were more often rich and powerful. Even if they weren't, they were highly desirable predators - a dragon's maw was a greatly sought after trip. Akeroh had partaken on more than one occasion, but as much as he'd enjoyed the sexual meals, he knew he wanted to be one.He'd spent most of his life working in a vore club, but not on the menu. A slutty dragon drew in as many crowds as good meals did. A great many of the poorer and the middle class creatures loved being able to top a dragon. Even though he wasn't as rich and powerful as most of his species, he was still a symbol of the rich that could be collared, tied up on a back room's floor with a cock deep in his throat. Even though he enjoyed the work and the cheap-as-free meals from his co-workers, after a bit of polish and some weightlifting, he was one of the most anticipated meals of the year.

He patted the fox's muzzle as it brushed along his throbbing tips, the naughty worker stealing a lick from the bite he most wanted. To actually take a bite of the dragon's sweet bits would certainly end up costing the fox his job, sadly. The dragon wouldn't mind giving the cute fox a taste, at least, but he was going to be on stage in just a few minutes. It would take at least a couple hours for that sort of damage to get repaired by a regenerator, but Akeroh throbbed warmly as he let his head run with that little flight of fancy.

Akeroh purred, one of the other fluffers fastening the collar around his neck as his hands were pulled back behind him. A gilded, silk display cord wrapped and knotted around his hands made sure his chest was open and he was submissively bound, his tail lifted to fasten to the back of his collar. Soft, warm hands teased his balls to add some slick pre to the oiled coat. The dragon's virility was quite a selling point, and they were making sure to display him in every way they could. The dragon smiled as the ornate leash clipped to his collar as one of the fluffers starting to lead him from the room. "Good luck out there. You're surely going to go for a hell of a lot." The fox said.

The dragon chuckled, blowing a kiss to the fox as he was led out. "Thanks. You look like you're well on your way to that stage, too."

The fox blushed with the compliment as Akeroh was led out of the room. It was only a few short hallways before the dragon was backstage as the latest auction finished. "A 40 million mouse for number 67!" The auctioneer cried as the stadium lit up in polite applause.

The curtain parted slightly to allow the wolf through. He had the look of a carine, although he was probably the best dressed entertainer on TV. From the silk suit, deep black with it's ornate crimson trim and gold highlights and the fine red shirt, to his unique carved onyx bowtie, he was the very model of the high class auctioneer. Even down to his custom, ornate leather tabi boots, he looked even better in person than he did on TV - there was not a television set in the world that was yet able to transfer every detail of his solid-platinum belt buckle, shaped into an ornate mural of the Ouroboros.

The dragon had always scoffed at such conspicuous consumption among the highest classes and their competition with dress, though this had a purpose. He had to look the part to proceed with any authority over the millions and millions of dollars changing hands. The auctioneer, Grif, looked the meal over, checking to be sure that his throat mike was off. "Well, you certainly look like the meal everyone's been looking for. I'll bid on you, though we've got pocketbooks out there bigger than we've ever seen. It seems like that happens every time there's a dragon on stage."

The dragon chuckled as the wolf drew off one of his crimson gloves to trace along the line of his abs, tracing over a thin scar there where the auctioneer had carved out one of the test steaks from him. His other hand drew out several rings as he admired the oiled meal. "Thank you, sir." The dragon smirked, remembering that night.

The wolf smiled, pulling on one of the dragon's shafts to clip the ring just below his fat knot. the metal ring giving a click as it locked together tightly around his slickened base. "Better get these as engorged as we can." He mumbled, licking his lips softly as the other cock ring clipped on.

Akeroh cooed softly, his tips leaking a bit more of his virile pre with the attention. The wolf smirked, gripping the dragon's huge orbs to tug them down, clipping the final ring, this one weighted, around the sac to help display the large balls more. "Think I look the part now, sir?" The dragon grinned.

The wolf nodded, grabbing a hand towel to wipe some of the display oil from his hand before his glove slipped back on. "I'd not realized before why people watched this show religiously - my mouth is watering, even though I know you're quite out of the range I can pay..." He purred, licking his lips softly. He'd had the pleasure of tasting the drake before the auction, so he was even more teased.

Akeroh chuckled and nodded. "That good, eh? Shall we go seal my fate?"

Grif chuckled to himself as he smirked, his head nodding slightly as he leaned down to steal a lick along the dragon's pec. "Oh, don't be melodramatic. Nobody's going to eat you that quickly." the wolf said, walking around the dragon to be sure he was bound correctly and his tail was displaying his ass in just the right manner.

Satisfied, the wolf took the male's leash and led him through the curtains.

The auditorium was massive. He'd known that it would be packed, but actually seeing how full the indoor stadium could get was different. Even the observer seats in the far back were packed. The bright lights did help alleviate the dragon's nervousness as they drowned out the faces of those people not on the bidding floor around the runway. The lights on the bidding floor weren't so much for the dragon's benefit as they were for Grif's, however. All those preds out there, then even the large number trying to buy him - an elephant he had seen on the news, a wolf dressed rather nicely and a few dragons caught his eye, a particular feral or the latter rolled slightly onto his side to let an attendant nurse at the tip of his huge, pointed erection. The bound dragon smiled to himself as the proceedings began, on display as meat to the horny, hungry nation.

"Welcome back. Here we've got one of the meals that has been the talk of the community for a great long time now, Akeroh, one of the rare prey dragons!"

The spectators lit up with cheers and the bidders clapped politely as the dragon began his walk down the runway to pose at the end, putting himself on display. "First, a word of warning. He's not been raised since birth for this, so he's' not going to be quite as tender as a kobe cow. But the steaks and marbling cross sections we took," The wolf said, pointing over a bit of minor scarring where they'd taken and regenerated the proof meat, "Turned out spectacular."

This was one of the most common sales tricks, talking up the item while dirty talking to improve the appetites of the spenders. Grif was great at it, possibly one of the best; even the dragon started to drool as the wolf described him. "And these muscles...He's got nice, thick slabs of meat on him, marbled just so throughout, but he's not tough at all." He explained, pressing in on major muscle groups, working his fingers into the meat to show off the pliability to the cameras. "Unlike a lot of those bulked-out truck pressers, he's done mostly aerobics and Tai Chi, making his meat as tender as it could bet for the mass that he has. And god if he doesn't taste perfect. There's a reason dragon meat is so highly priced, even when it's from a regeneration donor and shrink wrapped, it's meaty and surprisingly sweet - somewhat like beef, but with more subtle flavors, a hint of gaminess, and this sublime, pristine natural sweetness. I've had the pleasure of eating a steak from our meal here, as well as having been lucky enough to snatch up my own drake a few years back. They taste just as good swallowed as a whole as they do in parts."

The dragon grinned and stretched out a bit on stage as the wolf grinned, reaching down to give his fat shafts a strong grope, causing them to swell just a bit more with the rings around the base restricting blood flow back. "But, of course, nobody *just* eats their food. It's pretty obvious what he is packing, another word of warning, if I catch any of you putting these in regular hot dog buns, I will fly to your house and backhand you." Grif said, to a chuckle from the audience as he groped and stroked along the dragon's throbbing erections, "But yes, He's seriously productive and always horny and available."

Grif moved his hands down to molest the dragon's huge, soft balls, rolling them visibly in the weighted, loose sac. "His reputation before he got here is certainly well known. He's definitely slutty and well-endowed, and into almost everything."

The dragon grinned and gave a wink to the feral dragon as Grif padded around to smack his toned rump. The dragon gave a nice moan out in response to the audience. "And, on top of all of that, he's a masochist - he'll enjoy letting you take as many steaks as you like." The wolf smirked, before suddenly working a finger into the dragon's tail vent, pulling a low, deep moan from the meat and a chuckle from the audience, "He's tight, too!"

Akeroh had never been an attention whore, but not that he was being pleasured in the spotlight, it seemed he rather enjoyed it. The pre spurting and dripping down his poles showed his feelings, leaving him panting as the showman wolf withdrew his finger. "And, in my opinion, that wasn't even the best hole on this slut." Grif smirked, another finger wiping some of the sticky, white fluid from his tips to string up and press against his lips.

Akeroh's maw opened without any further goading to let his long, prehensile tongue come out to wrap around the wolf's fingers, drawing them into his warm maw. "He's a hell of an oral slut, too."

The wolf smirked, his other hand coming to hold the dragon's head as his finger started to pound into the dragon's maw. Akeroh gave a hot moan while his eyes lidded as that finger face fucked him, a few bidders giving a coo. Soon, however, Grif pulled his finger out, drawing the dragon's tongue out with it as the slutty drake tried to pull it back in, saliva stringing and glistening in the spotlight. Grif slowly freed his fingers stepping back to leave the dragon on display in the middle of the stage. "So, because this is in high demand - and I want a chance at him too - we're going to start the bidding with my maximum bid...85 million."

There was a bit of a groan from the less fortunate multi-millionaires on the bidding floor. Of course they wouldn't be able to buy the dragon, but it was still fun to bid. It did not take long until the bidding was in full swing with a few of the bourgeois bidding higher and higher. Grif's bid was left far in the dust, easily doubled in minutes. "And here we've got 230, do I see higher, do I see hig- And 250 to number 83, is that it, is that it?" The auctioneer rattled out in his signature fashion, goading the spending of the fortunate few.

Akeroh made sure to wink, flex, pose and otherwise show off to each higher bidder. IT kept the stress and second thoughts away. Though, there wasn't anything he'd be able to do in his present situation to back out his sale at this point, even if he had wanted to. There, another bidder had petered off, only a couple more were still in the running and the aroused feral dragon seemed to be spending the most easily.

Each bid now started to make the dragon blush. They'd broken 300 million by this point. The dragon knew he was going to sell high, but he didn't think was worth anything near this much. Finally, it seemed, that he was close to finding out who his new master was and what sort of belly he'd fill. "Do I have anything more than 329? Once, twice...330! We're getting close now, once, 331! Going once, going twice...and finally sold! The lovely, one-of-a-kind snack goes to number 43~" Grif called out.

The dragon bowed, partially to hide his blush at the immense amount of money that had just been paid for him, Grif padding over to give him a hard smack on the rump. "He's a lucky one." The wolf said, before a pair of rabbit handlers, nude but for cuffs and collars to take his leash and escort him to the winner.