Be Careful who You Pick on…

The black panther let out a snarl, showing off his white fangs as he flexed his muscles, feeling them tingling and burning slightly from his workout. His dark fur was drenched with sweat, clinging to his muscular form and he felt giddy with the rush of hormones that the intense workout had set free. He felt good, strong, dominant…
He let his gaze wander across the room, looking with some grudging admiration at other buff, muscular anthros, many of them fellow big cats. He was pretty much at the top of the pecking order here and he planned to keep it that way, not let himself be outdone.
But when he looked at the smaller males, the twinks that would hang about like flies, buzzing around the true men, he could not help his muzzle twitching with a frown. Yeah, twink boys. They always irked him, always made him feel the need to crush those dumb smiles, show them what a real man was, put them in their place…
Last week, there had been a cheetah boy, a newbie who had kept eyeing him. He had slammed the little queer against the wall in the locker room and just fucked him raw until he had been sobbing. Little faggot had no right to complain, he had been coming hard several times by the time he had been done with him. He had even seen him back at the other day, seen how he had hastily looked away, face flushing, his ears and tail both signaling fear and submission. Just as he should…
Today though he was having his eyes on someone else, another newcomer, a lithe little jackal who was looking way too confident for such an effete little shit!
He spotted him again, just over there, making his way to the locker room, apparently already done.
Well, seemed like he would take a little break then himself and show the rube who was boss around here!
The panther was strutting, his tail swaying from side to side, as he made his way through the exercise floor, passing the panting and sweating bodies of the other gym goers. He could see that jackal’s tail swaying behind his owner. Damn, even the guy’s body language was soft and feminine. It really irritated the panther, made his hackles rise.
He picked up his pace, closing the distance between them.
The jackal had his back to him, busy getting out of his sweaty clothes. Well, he’d let him, made it easier to have his way with the little fairy, once he was already undressed.
The little jackal sported soft brown fur, a mix of a sandy color and a deeper, chocolate tone. He smirked as he watched him bend down to slip out of his sweatpants. Yeah, that ass was asking for a big, fat cock to wreck it…
He quickly undressed himself. His cock was already semi hard, swelling with hot blood as the urge to take, to rape, to destroy flooded him.
He was across the little corridor between the benches in a heartbeat, grabbing the little queer, slamming him against the wall with all of his considerable weight, all of his pumped up muscle, bearing down on him.
“Hey, little fag...” He growled, feeling his heart pound as he felt the smaller body pressed against his, trapped by him, like a helpless prey animal.
“I don’t like how you are strutting around here...” He put one claw against the smaller creature’s neck, slowly forcing up the jackal’s face so he would have to look at him. The little thing had not even made a sound, not even tried to fight. Guess he had to know who was boss here. Yeah, maybe if he begged nicely, he would make it easy on him.
“Queers like you have only one place here, and that is… yeauch!”, he stopped, feeling a sudden jolt going through his body, causing him to let out a pained yowl. He looked down with confusion, the jackal now directly staring him in the eyes. The little fuck was grinning!
“Wha...” He got out, before another jolt hit him, making him jerk and convulse, all power leaving him as he just collapsed to the floor.
“You are really rude...” He felt his head swimming, everything swaying, his vision doubling as he stared up at the Jackal, grinning, at his hands, both of them crackling with an eerie blow glow.
“...but that is okay, this way, you save me the trouble of having to pick someone...”
Another crackling spark surged through him, making him scream, his naked, sweaty body jerking on the locker room floor, his stiff cock still proudly erect, no, even harder than before, leaking…
He let out a ragged moan as he felt one of the Jackal’s feet press down on his throbbing dick, making him twitch and jerk helplessly. He was being stepped on, roughly worked like a doormat, but his dick was throbbing and aching with imminent climax like never before.
“You should be thankful really, I will make something out of you that is a lot more useful than the brainless bully, the dumb brute, you are now...” He could not help the yowl as the Jackal kept working him with his foot, his cock swelling til it hurt, his balls churning as he felt the careless touch of the Jackal’s paw pads on his manhood.
“Hehehe...” The soft laugh made everything go hazy as the head flooded him, his body spasming in a series of helpless, twitching movements, his aching hard cock spurting out hot semen, splashing all over his heaving chest, being smeared into his dark fur.
“Aaaaah!” He screamed in a mix of helpless protest and lusty, primal need.
“I am going to have a lot of fun with you...” The Jackals grin, the suddenly brightly glowing eyes, were the last thing he saw before all went black…

The outside of the manor was illuminated by hidden spotlights, the path through the garden lined with little lanterns that glowed like gemstones. Many of the guests had already arrived and more than one had noticed and commented on the unusually luxurious rug of soft, dark fur placed in front of the ornately carved wooden front door. 
“That is a cat’s chest fur!” A tall wolf with pure white fur and icy blue eyes was exclaiming, though not with any shock in his voice. Instead, there was an almost wicked grin as he took the time to rub the dirt off his dress shoes right into where he could still see the navel and abs must have been covered by the luxurious coat.
“And quite a big one, a panther, I would say...” The fox next to him said with a no less amused expression, as his green eyes traced the darker rosettes still to be made out in the black of the coat.
“I think this means we are in for a treat tonight...”
Both of them laughed, the wolf licking his muzzle as they entered.
The hall was already filled up, the guests standing around in little groups, chatting amiably, holding plates with little canapes and flutes full of sparkling wine.
There was a large buffet table spread out in the middle of the hall, terrines of soup, baskets full of bread, dishes, covered and open with all sorts of food, spreading a pleasant mix of appetizing scents. 
Yet, in the middle of it all, there was a construction, like a silvery tent, which emitted slight plumes of steam and the most mouth watering aroma of cooked meat.
Many of the guests had already been throwing furtive glances at it, many a flicking tail betraying impatience for the mysterious thing beneath the covers to be unveiled.
Finally, a gong sounded over the chatter of voices and all turned their eyes as their host, a slender Jackal of rather short build descended the large stair case at the rear of the hall, quite impeccably dressed, even though the cut of his clothes showed off plenty of his arms, his midriff and his slim, toned chest. His sandy and chocolate brown fur was smooth and glossy in the light of the chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.
“My dear guests, it fills me with the greatest happiness to see all of you gathered here, waiting, as I see, quite impatiently for the buffet to be opened.”
The words earned him many a chuckle and he smiled amicably as he continued, with an expansive, sweeping gesture of his slender hands.
“And thus, without further ado, let me present to you the very special dish I have promised you for tonight...”
Everyone’s eyes were following the two servants who now approached the silvery tent placed right in the middle between the tables full of food. The curtains were drawn away and what they revealed was quite breathtaking indeed!
A huge tray was laid out with the steaming, golden brown body of a muscular humanoid draped over it, his stiffly erect cock standing proudly upright, gleaming in the light. And on top of his neck, separated by a collar made out of a strange, silver gleaming material, was a black furred head, eyes still moving! 
Everyone gasped as they looked at the still living and yet perfectly cooked male presented there for them. From the heaving chest and abdomen to the twitching cock.
Many of the gathered crowd were outright salivating, others making a step back, astonishment and maybe even a bit of shock on their faces.
“Now, my pet here, after I spent some time training him for it, was more than eager to perform his role in today’s banquet.” The Jackal grinned, striding closer, to a small table close to the marble staircase, covered with a plain black cloth which he pulled away with one swift motion, revealing a strange assortment of objects, carefully spread out, like for a museum display – or a table full of merchandise in a shop. Luscious dark fur, shimmering softly in the light of the chandeliers, worked into arm and leg warmer, shawls, gloves and cushions, a well preserved dark panther tail, necklaces and armbands made out of claws and teeth and two small containers, little bottles, topped with dark, rubbery nubs, no not nubs, nipples…
They were indeed two male nipples, obviously stretched and teased until they were big and swollen, big enough to make the tops for those feeding bottles, preserved and turned to resemble rubber more than flesh. It was quite obvious where they came from, as the guests looked from the unveiled table to the cooked Jaguar, his declawed hands and footpaws, his steaming body, neatly skinned, and his mouth opened to let out a soft moan...
“Now, pet, tell our guests what you want them to do with you...” The grin on the Jackal’s face had a predatory note now, baring gleaming fangs, exuding an almost cruel lust.
The panther whimpered, his voice strained, shaky, his eyes looking dazed, as if he was drugged, or lost in the most intense sexual bliss. As he opened his mouth, it became obvious that all of his gleaming white teeth had indeed been removed, replaced by little rubbery ridges, allowing him to still speak intelligibly.
“P, please...” He got out, before he started to moan, his body straining, sizzling hot precum running down his shaft.
“Please, aaah, I, I want you to, to have my body, ea, eat me, eat me up, all of me, please!” 
He bucked, his body shaking, his arms seeming to desperately reach for his cock, even though the state he was in left him unable to do more than jerk and twitch..
“I have, oooh, worked, really, aaah, hard for this body, so, I want, hnnnh, hope, that, ooooh, aaah, that I am, d, delicious, haaah...” He ended in a whimper, everyone waiting for him to continue.
But all they could hear were ragged moans and thus, the jackal stepped forward, now right in front of the buffet table and the steaming body of the jaguar..
“Well, as you see, my pet has been a bit, let us say, overwhelmed by his treatment, but, do not let it disturb you…” He picked upa large knife, letting the blade gleam in the soft light.
“You already have seen what a splendid rug we got from his chest fur, but rejoice, I have a lot more of it left, already made into the most delightful little souvenirs...” He grinned and gestured towarss the table with the various items laid out on it, before making a step forward, knife in hand.
“Now, who wants the first bite?” He grinned at the guests, nodding to the large arctic wolf who had already half stepped forward, grinning broadly as he approached the steaming panther.
“You kept him alive, I see and still with his head and mouth intact?” He put a finger on the panthers muscular abdomen, tracing the outline of perfectly sculpted muscle, his other hand taking the knife the jackal was offering him.
“Oh, yes, given what a fine specimen he is, I certainly plan to keep him alive for more to come. After all, it would be a waste to only enjoy such a fine delicacy once…”
The wolf grinned in response, the shimmering blade pressing against the cooked flesh, making the panther gasp and his head jerk, his eyes rolling in their sockets.
“...and beyond that, I would not want to take the opportunity from my guests to make use of that fine mouth, now that we have plucked it of all his fangs...” The jackal’s grin again was wicked as his finger wandered to the cat’s muzzle, pushing it open, pushing the digit into the opening mouth in the most obscene imitation of a sexual act.
“I see. A fine piece of practical magic you did on him there...” The wolf was salivating. The slender fox who had entered with him now coming up behind the plate, undoing his trousers, letting out a gasping sound as he grabbed his stiffening cock, working it to full hardness, just as the Jackal stepped back, smiling, tracing one finger along the well cooked thigh of the panther’s right leg.
The cat let out a helpless, lusty moan as he felt the dulled and yet somehow intensified sensation of the touch, felt the sharp, cold caress of the blade as the wolf began to slice into him. 
His body went rigid, his cock filled with a sudden rush of heat. He wanted it, oh, yes, please!
He was throwing open his mouth, just as the swollen cock of the fox pressed in, sucking on it in greedy, lustful abandon, feeling the canine buck his hips and hearing him gasp, feeling the Jackal, his master, tease his balls, tease the base of his steaming cock. 
He could smell the aroma of his own cooked flesh, felt the swelling heat of pride at what he was: just a piece of meat, a hunk of fine, high class meat!
The pain of the knife made his cock throb, made him moan through the mouthful of cock as a chunk of muscle was torn off, pain replaced by pleasure, his body going rigid, his cock and balls boiling with heat, boiling with orgasmic ecstasy as he shot his creamy load over his abs, over his chest, over the piece of meat just sliced out of his stomach, his soft muzzle closing around the cock shoved into it, sucking hard on the bucking fox, till he felt him yelp and unload his salty climax right into his mouth.
The wolf stepped back, placing his plate of cream topped panther meat on the nearby table, looking with hunger down at the panther, reaching for the knife again.
Another, much smaller spurt of cream erupted from the shaft as the wolf cut a second slice for the fox. The canine could not restrain himself any longer, spearing the piece of abdomen with a fork and tearing into it, growling as the savory meat taste flooded his mouth.
The panther was whimpering, feeling like in a fever dream, as guest after guest came up, using his mouth, cutting into his body with the knife, their teeth tearing hungrily into his flesh, his meat…
His cock shot many more loads of steaming hot creamy sauce until finally, the Jackal himself loomed over him, reaching down with the knife, the blade gracing his balls, the base of his stiff cock…
“Haaaah, aaaaah, yes, please...” He got out with a whimper, feeling a firm grip around his manhood, squeezing his heavy, cooked nuts…
He felt the last, glorious, shuddering orgasm hitting him, just before the blade sliced into his flesh, severing his still pulsing organ.
His vision doubled as he saw it, his cock, his pride, his manhood lying on the plate, still leaking his salty cum as the jackal himself began to feast…
By then, the panther’s body already had been decimated quite a bit, his stomach completely hollowed out, half of both his legs gone.
He let out a last whimper, looking at his master who leaned down, gently closing his eyes as his consciousness finally sizzled away in a glorious wave of heat and ecstasy...

After that, the panther would not feel anything, not know anything of what happened, just a vague, comatous dream. His body carved up, his meat vanishing into the bellies of the guests, some even cracking bone and sucking out marrow until only a skeleton remained beneath his living head…
The feast would go on the whole night, but only in the early morning hours would his carcass be removed. Carried away by the servants, back to the dark room in the cellar, the laboratory, where strange liquids were bubbling in cauldrons and beakers and distilleries of glassy spirals and strange, geometric shapes.
Yes, here he had been turned, from a proud male, brimming with life and pride and the desire to dominate into a pet, reduced to a slave,  brought down to a mere thing that belonged to someone, that would be used, and made to crave and beg for it. Humiliated and finally consumed.
His remains were tossed right into the giant black cauldron, boiling and bubbling over a simmering greenish fire, its viscous contents clinging to bone and ligament and the shreds of flesh…
Only much later, when day had broken and the last straggler had left would the jackal step down and look at the humanoid shape, twisting and jerking, its emaciated form swelling in the cauldron, the head occasionally breaking through the surface, the mouth gasping for air, before it was dragged back down, into its depth, the warm, murky waters, smelling of iron and copper and salty sweet essence of life…
The Jackal smiled, his muzzle turning to a cruel, predatory expression of want and lust as he reached down into the cauldron to touch the panther as the magic within was restoring him, making him whole only for him to be used and consumed again once the fancy took his master.
“Oh, my dumb, big pet, I WILL have a lot more fun with you...”
His bright, playful and yet merciless laugh echoed through the room as the body of the panther twitched within the viscous liquid.