Special Order
By Lutro
Mallory the giraffe was hard at work, going from table to table, exchanging quick pleasantries, jotting down orders, and providing service with a smile. The 19-year-old proved to be fairly adept as a server, standing tall on two legs, ropy tail flicking idly as she cruised from one part of the diner to the other. The whole place was filled with chatter from creatures of all shapes, sizes and varieties. Though she was the tallest of the bunch, Mallory hardly stood out among the staff or customers alike. Though she suspected if one or two of her fellow staff walked on two legs instead of all fours she wouldn’t quite win the height contest.

Mallory was making good money that day. The lunch rush had passed and she made no mistakes, treated her customers right, and served them the hot, greasy, mouth-watering meals they came for with a genuine smile. And Mallory knew she looked good doing it. She had no qualms about some customers staring her down as she’d walk away to place their orders, her curvy hips and thick tufted tail swaying just a bit to add to the allure. It got her bigger tips, so she took advantage of every asset she possessed. With the afternoon lull settling in, she really could saunter about the place and give the dwindling population of customers some extra attention, striking up conversations and building rapports with unfamiliar faces.

While standing for so long wasn’t the most ideal proposition for her, and the occasional rude customer darkened an otherwise-pleasant day from time to time, Mallory felt her job was pretty great, and was helping her out financially. The contract was thorough, filled with clauses and promises to keep (the customer’s particular demands were always top priority), but the compensation was hard to beat. Plus, Mallory got to mingle and potentially make friends, as well as see familiar faces.

About an hour after the lunch rush, Mallory’s already-smiling face broadened, when one of those familiar faces padded into the diner. From her current spot behind the counter she watched a large hyena, clad in a simple white shirt, pink sweater, and skirt to match, walk in on all fours and settle at an empty table. The hyena could just squeeze herself between the window and the edge of the table, scooting the chair aside and settling back on her haunches. It took Mallory a mere instant to recognize a former high school teacher. One she hadn’t seen for some time and was great friends with! Mallory beamed and clip-clopped her way along the way, smile brightening further. “Jude!”

The grey-furred hyena, who was currently pawing through the menu on her table, peeked up at her name. The muzzle split open into a big, toothy smile, recognition lighting up in her own eyes. “Mallory, dear!” she called as the waitress stood on the opposite side of the table.  The huge hyena’s head was level with the middle of Mallory’s torso, though it was pointed upward to meet Mallory’s friendly gaze. “It’s been too long, darling! How’s the real world been treating you?”

The pair caught up with each other, happily chatting away. Mallory had some time since the rush was over, and took advantage of every moment. Jude continued to look down at her menu, at first deciding on the special. Her belly growled in hunger during the conversation, Mallory thinking nothing of it – everyone came to a diner to eat after all. But Jude was finding herself growing hungrier, not from the scant menu description, but by staring at Mallory. The giraffe was used to a lack of eye contact. It wasn’t easy keeping one’s eyes several feet high. Bad for a neck to be tilted for so long. As such, Jude was able to carry on idle conversation as she looked at Mallory and the waitress outfit that was adorned upon her. From the curves of her hips up to her meaty breasts clung behind a shirt. Her former student had developed quite a bit since she was in class. What was a mild temptation back in the day was a roaring demand here and now. The hyena couldn’t help but lick her lips at the thought of...

One final glance at the menu was all it took. Jude had found the text she was looking for. A very special order she could place! A bit pricey, but the hyena’s rumbling belly was all for the cost. “So, the Special you said?” Mallory prompted after a moment of silence between the two, the giraffe ready with her notepad and scribbling down what Jude had asked about before.

Jude set down the menu and rested all four paws on the ground in her sitting position. “I’ve changed my mind, actually, darling. I think I’m going to order you!”

Mallory dropped her pen. “Wh-what?” she gasped. Now, Mallory knew exactly what the patrons of the diner could do should they choose: A special order, in which instead of a normal meal, they could instead opt for… “Y-you want to have me for lunch? J-Jude?” There was a quiver in the giraffe’s tone.

“Oh don’t be so surprised, Mallory. I’ve had my eye on you for years!” Jude let out a small cackle, then frowned. “But you were too good a noodle in school. I couldn’t just go on and make you disappear from a session in detention. Unlike a few of your more unsavory classmates.” Jude’s eyes went distant a moment, recalling fondness of flavors long gone. Then her eyes snapped up and glinted, the shocked Mallory flinching. “But now I can finally sate my long-standing hunger for you, dear. Friends always taste better than strangers anyway.” The hyena’s tail swished casually behind her as a bit of drool dribbled to the table below.

Mallory didn’t say anything for a solid minute, the only noise coming from the ambiance of the diner around her. She couldn’t believe a teacher she’d admired was order her for lunch! She bit her lip and sighed, before shivering. She couldn’t get out of this. The giraffe was under contract, and there was no backing out. The diner was all for it, Mallory’s family would be well-compensated, and Jude was not changing her mind. Mallory gulped thickly as the hyena continued staring hungrily over what was going to be her rather large meal. “I… Y-you’ll have to be patient, as the preparation for your meal will take… some time,” she finally managed to get out. Jude nodded casually and relaxed, never taking her eyes off Mallory. Even when the giraffe turned and walked stiffly back towards the kitchen, tail motionless. The hyena licked her furry lips at the sight of the giraffe’s rear.

“Don’t worry dear! I’m sure you won’t disappoint!”

*	*	*

Mallory’s preparation took an hour.

The kitchen staff didn’t flinch when Mallory entered and provided the order for Jude’s table. It was par for the course for the diner they worked in, and it wasn’t their first rodeo. They directed the quivering Mallory over to a cleared-off steel table, large enough and sturdy enough for a meal of her size to settle on. The giraffe nervously glanced from one co-worker to the next. They all knew her. Were friends with her. But she didn’t get anything but cold, professional glances back. Mallory wasn’t their friend anymore. She was simply food now. To be prepped and served like any other order that came back to the kitchen.

Mallory stared at the wide empty table as she proceeded to strip. She untied her apron and tossed it aside, before working her shirt off, dragging the whole thing up her long neck and over her head. The rest of her outfit came undone next, Mallory dragging her own skirt down off from around her hips. They plopped to the linoleum just ahead of her undergarments, the panties settling atop them. Finally, the giraffe undid her bra, the mounds clasped behind them bobbing downward, unrestrained. Her bare breasts were exposed, blue nipples and shiny piercings contrasting against her light fur. If Mallory hadn’t witnessed another waitress go through this same process before she’d’ve felt incredibly abashed, but she knew that things were just getting started. 

The kitchen staff wordlessly heaved her up on the table, like any other sack of meat or veggies, plucking her legs up from behind and bundling her up neatly on the table. A random paw gently coaxed her head downward, to make Mallory curl her neck down on the table around her naked form. Mallory flinched at the sound of a couple drawers opening, kitchen utensils and tools clattering about. She saw several withdrawn and taken to the sink to be sanitized. Gleaming razors, some wide, some small, were washed and rinsed hastily. The naked giraffe tried to focus her attention elsewhere, and was mostly successful… Until she felt the cold touch of the razor blade on her side.

Without hesitating, two members of the kitchen staff began to shave Mallory bare. Mallory grit her teeth, not feeling anything more than a slight tugging against her body as the workers did their jobs dispassionately. The larger razor stroked cleanly along her side, stripping the giraffe of the fur along there and leaving pink skin behind. Mallory was casually rotated about as needed, the staff working on one side of her body at a time. The scraping sounds of the razors’ work could not escape her hearing. She thought that’d be the worst of it, until one brushed along the sensitive skin of her right breast.

The razor was expertly handled, slicing neatly across the roots of the hairs and leaving even the sensitive skin of the breast unscathed. The plump mound was gripped gently, held up as the razor slid down and scraped against breast and torso, all around. Mallory squeaked as the paw snuck in the occasional squeeze, not wholly necessary for the shaving, Mallory thought, but it wasn’t like she could protest. The cool steel of her nipple piercing pressed against the clutching, squeezing paw, Mallory watching the razor work its way up and around. A couple minutes later, one breast was free of fur, and the other just starting to lose its own. The space in between the giraffe's boobs, what little there was, was taken care of in a few quick strokes.

Mallory bit her lip as the shaving continued. The paw never quite let up on squeezing her bare breast, squeezing and groping, sinking digits of the paw into it harmlessly. It wasn’t until her other required lifting that the worker finally moved it, only to squeeze and shift it around just as much, if not more. Piles of hair began to collect on the table, with the large razor running safely up and down Mallory’s lengthy neck, but that was all but invisible to the giraffe as she was focused entirely on the sensitive flesh being shaved clean. It wasn’t long before the boobs matched one-another, and the worker who finished took an instant to squeeze both of the mounds together, and let them flop apart loosely.

Mallory thought that’d be the end of it for her chest, now bare and leaving her just a bit chilly. But then those paws worked up to pinch at her nipples. Stiff from the cold, they rebounded against the pinching, but Mallory still let out uncomfortable squeaks. The staff ignored her, and the pincher proceeded to remove her nipple piercings one at a time. She picked up on the soft squeaking as they were unscrewed, and a moment later there was a clatter of metal on metal, the piercings freed and landing on the table. Once the obstacles were removed, the staff rubbed paws around the nipples, pressing inward, and teasing the breasts about some more. Mallory told herself it was all professional, nothing personal, as they were likely just verifying that nothing was left unshaven. She kept telling herself that despite the extra attention only certain parts of her body kept receiving.

The shaving continued, never stopping. The rest of Mallory’s neck and her muzzle were taken care of next, along with her cheeks, ears, and head. The giraffe was forced to keep her eyes closed during this part, feeling the larger blade taking care of her opposite side and running down her arms and hands. The minutes ticked away like hours for Mallory, feeling the staff strip away the very fur from her body. Occasionally she heard someone sweep the table clean of her fur. It never occurred to her just how much she had over her whole body, but when it was all being piled up together it amounted to more than she’d expected. Mallory froze stiff when the shaving reached the most sensitive spots of her body. It took a lot of effort for her not to flinch as her nethers were shaved. The staffers were delicate across her lips, shaving the areas clean with nigh-surgical precision. She heaved out a sigh when they were done, grateful they didn’t linger.

Mallory was rolled onto her back, and she let out a gasp when her bare breasts squished against the surface of the table. Very cold to the touch, despite her laying on it for a lengthy amount of time. Her legs were ushered under her belly, arching her form upward. The giraffe flicked her tail on instinct, the naked butt presented to the kitchen staff at large. Not that it would matter in a little while, but Mallory at least was spared a public preparation. The kitchen sported no open windows to the diner at large, and the doors were similarly opaque. Despite that, she immediately felt a paw grope to one of the plump cheeks of her rear, making it quiver. The razors had practically never left her, either, already working up and down her back, and peeking over her hips. One paw grasped her tail by the tufted tip while another ran a razor up it in clean, precise strokes. It wasn’t long before said tail was bare save for the tuft, which didn’t survive another minute. The bald ropy tail hung limp after that, arched up and away from her rear, Mallory not daring to so much as whip it once lest it catch the bad side of a razor blade. Though she had to struggle when the area around her tailhole was taken care of. Like her netherlips it was a quick, painless process.

There were two paws upon Mallory’s rump by that point. Both of the staff were shaving her butt, one side each. She felt her rear shaved naked bit by bit, with the free paws squeezing and squishing the pudgy things about. Pressing the cheeks together to reach some fur down the side, then letting them flop lazily apart to reach the opposite ends. This went on for several minutes, the workers diligently shaving the rear end clean of any and all fur, a groping paw stopping to brush away loosened fur every once in a while. Mallory couldn’t help but squirm just a little, but not so much as to disturb their work.

Bit by bit, tuft by tuft, the spots and stripes of the giraffe were removed in place of pale, bare skin. But the parts of her body that were free from fur were not over with yet. A third set of paws began thoroughly rubbed and washed, hot water trickling down Mallory’s body, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. While the rest of her rear was shaved, her upper body was sanitized and oiled up, paws coated with the slick substance rubbing into her. The oily scent made Mallory’s snout twitch and her ears flick about, but no inch of her was spared. The giraffe allowed herself a soft moan as even her hooves, manicured to perfection, began to get filed down by a fourth staffer. The groping against her breasts renewed as fresh olive oil was applied to the mounds, the paws forcing under her and rubbing vigorously. Her shaved tail flicked and was just as quickly moved out of the way as her now-bare cheeks were similarly rubbed down. More and more of Mallory shone in the buzzing kitchen lights as the olive oil was applied. About the only courtesy given to Mallory was that none of it managed to get in her eyes or ears. Discomfort and pain was not on the menu, and the staffers were pros.

The tingling sensation down at Mallory’s hooves stopped finally, the hooves filed down to almost nothing. Razors slid down her thighs and legs, each one pulled out individually and shaven bare with careful paws. Mallory quivered just a bit more as the sanitizing and olive oil rubdowns followed up. It almost felt good, like a deep tissue massage, though the thoughts of what came next stifled any possible enjoyment the giraffe would get out of it all. Finally the razors left Mallory, every ounce of fur shaven from her body neatly and precisely. The staffers worked in concert to oil up every now-bare patch of skin she bore. And when it was all said and done, Mallory noted that it was just about time for her usual lunch break.

Not that she would get to be the one enjoying a meal during it, this time around.

The kitchen staff extended her legs one last time. Mallory gasped, feeling a soft, clinging fabric sliding up her slickened legs, until the bottom of a skimpy bikini clung around her hips. Another staffer strapped a matching top around her, lifting her chest and settling her piercing-free boobs into the cups, and strapping her in. Mallory now sported a bikini. Standard wear for any meal to be delivered out to the front. Specially-designed to not interfere with digestion for most species. The giraffe knew exactly what that skimpy outfit meant, and she shuddered and whimpered as a result. Mallory was ready to be served.

The giraffe was collectively lifted off the table as it was quickly wiped down clean of any fur or leftovers from her preparation. She was settled back onto the floor, standing, though Mallory had to steady herself. Her legs had fallen asleep during the ordeal, and her filed down hooves made her feel like walking in unfitted shoes. The frogs and soles (what were left of them) were not coated in olive oil, so she was fairly certain she wouldn’t slip on her way out. The staff looked her over once more, using a brush to apply additional oil on her bikini. The staffer in front of her gave a brisk nod and gestured to the door. Meals served themselves to who ordered them at this diner. Mallory gave a stiff nod, gulped, and shakily made her way out into the diner proper.

A collective hush washed over the occupied tables. Mallory felt like everyone had stopped to watch the special order be self-delivered to the customer that decided to have giraffe for a meal. She did her best to ignore them, but her ears couldn’t help but pick up murmuring and whispers. Among all the idle chatter was the sound of a ravenous growl. To her surprise it came from none other than her former teacher: The large hyena was actively drooling, drops splattering over the otherwise-clean table she was perched neatly behind. Mallory flinched, seeing the hungry, glazed look in Jude’s eyes, a thick hyena tongue running along her own lips. The bikini-clad giraffe shuddered as she reached Jude’s table, awkwardly climbing up onto it and settling before the hungry hyena.

Jude growled a hungry, guttural noise, feasting her eyes on the prepped Mallory. The giraffe cringed when Jude reached up with a single forepaw, the sleeve of her shirt barely covering her shoulder, to gently stroke over the shaven meal’s chest. “Oh, Mallory. You wouldn’t believe how tantalizing you look just now.” She sniffed deeply as the other patrons looked on. “And your scent! I’m surprised you weren’t devoured before you could make it out of the kitchen!”

“Th-the staff are consummate… professionals,” Mallory replied, whimpering as a second paw from the hyena joined the first, gripping and squeezing around her bikini-clad breasts. The giraffe reluctantly rested her head down on the table, neck curled below the groping paws. Jude, for the first time in an hour, stood up, her tail swishing delightedly out beyond the skirt she wore. With better reach, she guided her paws down her side to gingerly caress the plump rear end protruding against the other half of Mallory’s bikini. A saliva-soaked tongue dangled free and glided over one ear and across an eye, sampling the oiled and prepped muzzle and causing the hyena’s gut to growl louder still.

“They will be receiving my compliments, along with the bill that I already took care of,” Jude said wistfully, running her paws in slow circles against and around Mallory’s butt. Some patrons continued to eat and chat about other things, but all were stealing glances Jude and Mallory’s way. It wasn’t every day someone got the special order. And Mallory was very appealing to everyone in attendance.

Jude, however, was the one that got to enjoy her the most, up close and personal, snout snuffling away, tongue sliding across oiled skin. A delighted purr uttered out past hyena lips, making Mallory quiver in place. She didn’t want to look her former teacher in the eye, but a paw slipped up from her rear and grabbed her by the chin, wrestling her head around until the two were snout to snout. “Goodbye, dear,” Jude muttered hungrily, splitting her jaws open right before Mallory’s widening eyes.

“No… N-no, stop...” Mallory whimpered weakly. She stared into the deep hyena maw and gullet, every slathered inch quivering in anticipation. Drool puddled on the table under Jude’s chin as she casually drifted her head forward, Mallory’s head held firmly by the paw. The giraffe’s whole head slipped past Jude’s lips, grazing the tongue as her snout pressed against that dripping gullet. Then the world went dark all about her as the jaws gently closed around her head, leaving the top halves of her ears poking free past puckered lips, the hyena beginning to feast on Mallory. Jude wasted no time in taking her first swallow, the noise echoing through the mostly-quiet diner, Mallory’s whimpering cry silenced. The ears vanished and Jude rolled her eyes in utter bliss. Her gripping paws rejoined one-another right around Mallory’s chest, playing with her meal’s breasts while working to swallow her whole.

Mallory’s furless, hairless tail flailed in utter panic, her neck sliding neatly in between hyena lips slowly and lewdly. The loud slurp drew no complaints, small swallows gradually devouring the giraffe down to her shoulders. Jude murred aloud, her paws not giving Mallory’s meaty mounds a moment’s respite, maw dragging slowly over the giraffe's shoulders. Mallory’s arms quickly became pinned to her sides while the ravenous hyena had her way with her, squeezing against her chest and puffing out her boobs even more. The bikini top squeaked, the oily breasts rubbing together as much as Jude could muster, before they reached the salivating maw. Jude parted her maw wide, jaws squeezing around the squashed mounds as they slid inward, tongue nestling between them to soak in their flavor. Excess drool squelched outward noisily with the large hyena’s cheeks only bulging a bit with all that meat in her mouth. Mallory's hands clutched into fists as another gulp rang out, shoulders pushed into the gullet, boobs dominating the space within Jude’s muzzle, and her head poking into the growling, grumbling gut. Jude felt her belly beginning to sag out beyond her shirt, exposing light grey fur, her hunger finally beginning to become sated. She sat back on her rear, skirt preserving her modesty but belly sagging forward a little under the table, hefting her jaws up with a clench and swallowing thickly. The resounding gulp devoured Mallory’s breasts, the mounds squeezing tightly into the gullet against each other and producing a vague outline in the hyena’s neck.

Jude didn’t regret the expensive order for one second, tossing her head back repeatedly to swallow down past Mallory’s arms and torso, squishing them all together and making them vanish inches at a time. Mallory’s legs wobbled feebly against the table, but were bent at an awkward angle and couldn’t do much else. A keen ear would hear stifled whimpers from within Jude’s belly, but only the hyena was privy to those. Jude reached for the tantalizing rump inches from her jaws, pressing tightly against the bound buttcheeks and below the thrashing tail. A few more gulps and Jude was lapping up around Mallory’s crotch, eager to sample the plump cheeks teasing her other senses before her. Mallory’s hands were glued against her hips with her arms devoured. They were motionless as they too disappeared behind a series of greedy swallows from the schoolteacher. Jude flicked her head and swallowed again, dragging Mallory’s rump between her stretched jaws, the giraffe’s bikini-clad rear on full display to the diner.

The hyena’s tail never stopped swishing along the diner floor. Her eyes hung half-lidded, forepaws pressing, squeezing, gripping and sloshing the captured giraffe rear every which way. Her jaws attacked them from another angle, squeezing tightly, while the tongue immersed in all the flavors Mallory had to offer. The tight bikini and the rear it contained slowly started to vanish behind the hungry hyena’s jaws, the tail limply flicking as it, too, was devoured. Jude raised her head some, Mallory practically kneeling on the table, the hyena’s paws squishing harshly against the giraffe’s rump. Mallory let out another muffled cry of despair as the belly sagged out further, more of her form swallowed and compacted into the hyena stomach as a violent shove from behind rocked her world. A set of powerful, lewd swallows and squishing jaws worked to compress and devour Mallory’s rear end in a sudden ravenous frenzy. Drool slobbered everywhere while Jude pushed hard. Drool caked over her own forepaws as she got in some last, strong gropes of the juicy rear, before she pulled her paws free from her own mouth. The hyena thrust her tongue under the waistline of the bikini, the slick muscle slithering up between Mallory’s legs, leaving oozing saliva in its wake. Mallory whimpered and squeaked when she felt the tongue press against her pussy, Jude slathering her tongue against the lips and pressing up against them to further devour the giraffe. The bikini bulged out where the tongue was, just barely visible past the jaws for a moment or two longer. The bikini soon disappeared from public view along with the tip of the tail that was slurped up behind it. ULP GLK GULP GLRK! Thick giraffe thighs poked out of Jude’s muzzle while she swallowed down the protruding curvy bulge of Mallory, her neck bulging out with the vague shape of her rear. Viscous saliva trailed down the final remnants of the giraffe, puddling messily on the table.

Jude sighed contently, the rest of her meal child’s play to wolf down. Her jaws clenched and pulled, every swallow heavy and thick, wet with saliva and meaty with Mallory. The last of the giraffe left the table when her knees were swallowed, leaving her a little room to vainly kick through the air. The filed-down hooves quivered as they drew closer and closer to the hyena’s jaws, Jude eyeing them intently as her tongue ran over the final parts of Mallory. All too soon for the giraffe did she feel that tongue lay upon her hooves, and they were unceremoniously lapped in by the greedy tongue. Jude’s jaws clacked shut behind the hooves, drool dribbling to the table. She lowered her head and closed her eyes, swallowing the rest of Mallory down whole and alive with a pronounced GLNNNK!

“Ahhh… worth every penny,” Jude mumbled, licking and smacking her lips rather impolitely. Not that the onlookers cared. They abashedly averted their gaze once Jude began looking around the diner. The teacher sighed and rubbed her sagging, furry gut, it squished under the table neatly. She struggled to stand but managed, waddling out from her seat behind the table. Her stomach was swollen and bulging every which way, nearly scraping the floor and threatening to bump her hind legs every time she took a step. The hyena suppressed a belch and licked her lips again, tail swaying out past her skirt as she padded for the door. She nodded to the cashier, having taken care of her hefty bill before the lovely meal, and left, doors held open for her by a couple patrons that couldn’t help but get a last glance.

Jude made her way home in short order. It wasn’t a long walk for the teacher, which is one of the reasons she liked this diner in particular. She could feel Mallory struggling in her growling, grumbling belly, the thick stomach sloshing and burbling as she ambled home. She made it back in one peace, stuffed to the gills and still treasuring the taste that Mallory left behind on her tongue. “Oh darling, you’re going to look so great on me once I work you down,” she coos quietly, settling in on the bright, sunny afternoon to get some grading out of the way. She had a full stomach and a full stack to work through, so she got to it as her stomach gurgled and churned.

Hours slipped by. Afternoon turned into evening. Evening into night. The hyena had more than enough energy to work through it all. After such a large meal, diligently digesting away in her belly, she felt she could keep it up all night. That thought was chased away after a particularly loud glorp emanated from her stomach, a wave of fatigue hitting the teacher. She looked to her stack, the “graded” nearly full, with the other pile nearly empty. Another vicious gurgle sounded out, and Jude yawned deeply. Her eyes widened mid-yawn, and she turned her head away from the table just in time to let out a satisfying, slimy belch. The windows rattled as the hyena spewed out saliva, and a few wads of fur. Several bones followed, along with the half-digested remains of a very familiar bikini. Jude let out a cackle as she wiped her jaws, licking her lips as she stared over the remains.

“Dear Mallory, you indeed were worth every last penny.”