Epilogue

"Annnnnd... CUT! That's a wrap! LET'S EAT!"

At that cue from the director, the five slaves break character immediately and ravenously descend upon Yadira's corpse like a pack of feral hyenas. Dawn, the black eland, just as quickly sheds her uncomfortably restrictive abaya, revealing she had been completely naked underneath the entire time.

Tobi, the young tiger, sinks her fangs deep into the roast fox's thigh and tears out a sizable chunk of meat, grease and blood dripping onto her long translucent pink sleeves. Aremm, the teenaged badger goes for the buttock. Oesem, the pinto filly, her herbivore teeth ill-suited for ripping and tearing, takes a knife and fork to Yadira's fatty breasts, cutting out generous portions for herself and Lomro, the young white goat, piling beside them heaps of ripe, juicy fruit. 

Dawn effortlessly wrenches the vixen's rigid left arm from its socket, the cooked shoulder tendons tearing cleanly. She steps back with her prize and plops down beside the white wolf, who is still savoring the portion he cut out as filming concluded.

"I must say, I'm impressed," she remarks, "I don't think I've ever had fox this good. My compliments to the chef. Chefs. Cheves?"

"Chefs. It's all in the preparation. The girls have to really get into their roles, y'know? Believe in it. Makes it more genuine."

"Mm," Dawn swallows, "I can see why Dusk likes working here."

"Speaking of... The boss didn't say. Where exactly is Dusk?"

The black eland turns to look at the white wolf. "Away."

"Uh-huh. And you're his... sister?"

"That's right"

"Funny. He's never mentioned you."

"I've been away."

"That doesn't answer-"

"And I'm not going to. Understand?"

"Right. Fine. Whatever."

The pair fall into awkward silence, each masticating their respective portions of Yadira. Dawn bites off a finger, spits out a gold ring, and swallows the digit whole.

"Excuse me, Miss Dawn?" the brown mink, still in her light purple harem costume, has timidly approached the dais.

"Yes, Ibdela, what is it? You've hardly touched your friend. Aren't you hungry?" Gods know when you'll get the chance again, thinks Dawn to herself; she knows the mink is due to be sold after receiving fewer votes than any of the others.

"Mr. Quill got the part I really wanted. Can I suck yours?"

"Heh. I do admire a girl who shows initiative. Have at." The eland tears another chunk of meat off the arm and spreads her legs. 

Ibdela kneels like a supplicant before an altar and sets to work, carefully and deliberately. The mustelid eeps in surprise seconds later as the antelope impatiently grabs the back of her head and forcefully buries the girl's small muzzle deep inside the damp suffocating chasm of her muff. Ibdela squirms, intensifying her efforts to pleasure the adult. 

Within moments, Dawn is grunting ecstatically, small flecks of meat occasionally aspirating from her lips. Ibdela's struggles are increasing, her small hands ineffectually clawing at Dawn's wrist at the back of her head, her petite breasts heaving with effort.

The eland climaxes as the mink goes limp. The adult pulls the cub free and lets her slump to the floor, where she lies eyes wide open, drawing deep shuddering breaths through her cum-soaked nose.

Mr. Quill watches enviously for a while before speaking, "You're not in a hurry for Dusk to get back, are you?"

Dawn bares her teeth, "Not in the slightest."