WARNING!!! 

The following story contains graphic descriptions of underage characters, incest, cooking vore, castration, butchering alive, and poor spelling. If any of this offends you, or you can not keep an open mind, or you are not of legal age to read such material, then READ NO FURTHER! The author assumes no responsibility for any consequences that may result from reading this story, or ignoring this warning. Read at your own risk!

I wrote this story for one Neb the Demon as part of Charn’s (Secret-Santa) Masquerade 2010. As this was to be a secret gift, I may have taken some liberties with Neb’s character. If anything in this story is inconsistent with Neb’s writing, please disregard it. Writing this story proved to be more difficult than I had first anticipated. It is also a bit darker than what I normally write, making it more of a challenge. I might not consider it my best work, but I hope it will be enjoyable for all parties involved. 

Neb’s New Year’s Feast

by Zackery James
Neb copyright his character

	The snow blew at a sharp angle, shimmering in the full moonlight, as Neb the demon began his nightly flight over his kingdom. There were only two weeks left of the old year. He yearned for something young and innocent to satiate his demonic hunger. But lately there had been few opportunities, and he began to grow angry and impatient as he beat his huge bat-like wings against the snow. If he was not able to find someone before the dawn of the new year, it would be a long time before he could hunt again. He was determined not to let that happen.
	He had already flown a good ways when finally he spotted a flicker of light along the old forest road. Immediately he swooped down to a lower altitude and hovered there to get a better look. Muttering a spell under his breath, the falling snow parted, giving him a clear line of sight between him and his target. Fortunately, the dark of night kept his completely black form hidden from view. 
	The light, it turned out, came from a small lantern that a tall fox in a straw hat was waving about. He was standing beside a wooden cart that was off on the side of the road. The wagon was tipped at an angle as one of the wheels had broken off and the hitch lay on the ground empty. Obviously the horse had run off and the fox was now calling for help. Neb of course knew there was no one else for miles around.
	What was best about this situation, however, was what Neb had spotted in the cart. He could just make out two smaller foxes, obviously cubs, sitting in the straw covered wagon, huddled in a blanket for warmth. 
	This was far better than he had hoped! The temptation to just swoop down upon the bunch of foxes was overwhelming. But this was his last chance to have some fun before the new year. He wanted to savor it, and that meant the situation had to be handled with tact and cunning. 
	Silently the bear-demon fluttered to the ground, like a spider descending from its web. He landed in the forest a few fathoms away from the foxes so that he would not be seen. He folded his wings behind his back, keeping them mostly hidden behind his cape, as he adjusted his armor.
	Meanwhile, the fox in the straw hat had given up on calling for help. He had been shouting for nearly a solid hour and his voice was starting to grow weak. He would go off and look for help himself, but he couldn’t leave his cubs behind in the cold with no one to watch after them. He walked back to the cubs with a sad look on his face. 
	"Is anyone comin' Papa?" asked one of the cubs, leaning out over the edge of the cart. The two small boys looked almost identical, possibly twins. The only way to distinguish them was one had black markings on his tail and muzzle, while the other had none.
	"I'm afraid not my young'ns." said the older fox, as he hung the lantern back on the wagon. "We will have to ration what food we've got and try to last out the storm."
	"Are we going to die, Papa?" asked the other cub, sounding scared and frightened.
	"Not don't you go and start worrying" said their father, sounding confidant. "Nothing will happen to either of you as long as I am around." Truthfully though, he had no idea if any of them would survive.
	"Look Papa!" shouted one of the cubs suddenly. "Someone's coming!"
	The older fox spun around, picking up the lantern again and holding it high in the air. What he saw was a large black bear with several dog-like features about him. He was dressed like a man of nobility with shining plated armor and a long flowing cape that flickered slightly in the wind. He was headed straight for the foxes, but the older fox swung his lantern and rushed up to meet him.
	"What seems to be the problem here?" Neb asked coldly, looking down at the fox as he approached. 
	The fox panted, trying to find his breath. "My family and I are travelers from a distant kingdom. We were searching for some new land to call our own and build a farm when our wagon broke down. Our horse ran away in the confusion and we have very little food left. If you could give us shelter for the night, we would be eternally grateful."
	Neb appeared to ignore the fox's pitiful pleas for compassion. Instead he just looked sternly at him. "Are you aware that you are trespassing on my private lands? The punishment for such a crime can be quite severe."
	The fox folded his ears and cowered before the mighty bear. "Please sir!" he begged. "We meant no transgression. We are but simple folk, looking for a place to live. If you were to give us shelter, and perhaps a bit of food, we will be gone from your lands by morn."
	"I do not give away food for free. Nor do I tolerate trespassers." said Neb crossing his arms.
	"Please!" shouted the fox, now dropping to his knees. "I don't have much to offer you as payment, but you may take anything I have. Just, please help us."
	"Anything?" repeated Neb, raising an eyebrow.
	"Anything that is mine you may have!" assured the fox, bowing his head.
	Neb's muzzle slowly curved into a grin. "I suppose we could reach some sort of an arrangement" he said as he reached down to pull the fox back up. 
	The fox's eyes were now beaming. "Oh thank you sir! Thank you! You are indeed kind. My name is Samwell Artfellow, and these are my two children, Torin and Neil" he gestured over to the cart where the two cubs had been watching everything with keen interest.
	"I have had many honors and titles placed upon me, but most simply call me Neb" the bear-demon explained. "I'm surprised word of my deeds haven’t reached your lands. I have a castle not far from here where you can stay."
	"Are you really going to help us, mister?" asked Torin, the cub with black markings. He was half leaning out of the cart now and wagging his tail. His brother was close beside him.
	"Such delightful little foxes" said Neb with a grin, as he walked over to the wagon. He was deliberately avoiding answering their question. "First off, we have to fix this cart of yours" he said, kneeling down and cracking his knuckles.
	What came next was a bit of a shock. As Neb reached out towards the broken wheel, what appeared to be black flame shot from his palm. It encircled the wheel and part of the wagon, yet the wood did not burn. Instead the wheel started to levitate and the wagon righted itself. Both cubs scooted back into the corner as all this was happening. In a flash, the wheel was repaired, as if it were brand new.
	"You must be some sort of powerful wizard" said Sam.
	"Oh, I’ve been known to dabble in some magic here and there" said Neb, modestly.
	He then stood up and snapped his fingers. There was another burst of flame a short ways off in the center of the road, making all the foxes cringe. But that was nothing compared to the creature that stepped out of the flame. It looked to be part tiger and part goat. It had large feathery black wings and a forked tongue that darted in and out between it's teeth.
	"You sssummened me massster?" the creature hissed. 
	"Take these foxes up to the castle." Neb bellowed. "They are to be our guests for a while. Make sure they are well treated" he gave the creature a knowing wink. "I will be up to the castle shortly."
	"Of course massster." said the creature, bowing. It then turned towards Sam and gestured towards the cart. "If you take your ssseat."
	For a moment Sam just looked speechless. "Um, well, yes-yes, of course!" he stammered, not sure what to think. He then climbed up into the back of the cart, sitting down between his two sons. The cubs just looked to their father and then back at the demon, unable to say a word.
	The tiger-demon walked over to the front of the chart where the hitch for the horse used to be. Picking up the ends of a hitch like a rickshaw, the tiger-demon drove the family of bewildered foxes off down the road. As they drove away, one of the fox cubs turned to look behind them, but Neb had already disappeared.

	"Where are we going Papa?" asked Neil after they had been riding for a while. They were now spiraling up what seemed to be the slopes of a steep mountain.
	"I don't know" replied Sam shaking his head. "But it has to be better than out here in the cold." Although the higher they went the more he was beginning to have his doubts.
	When it seemed like surely they would reach the summit, they approached this enormous black gate. It's walls were made of onyx stone, and the metal bars were made of iron. As they approached, the gate slowly lifted to let them through. It seemed to only reach it's full height as they passed under it. And as soon as they were through, it began to lower again.
	The cart stopped in the middle of the courtyard. The tower-like castle that now stood before them was enormous. The foxes strained their necks as they tried to see the top.
	"Never in all my years..." breathed Sam in awe.
	In front of them were the large wooden doors of the fortress. Another two tiger-demons stood upon either side, holding spears. The three demons looked from one to the other, and back again. Then as if they understood each other, the two guards chinked their spears against the ground. Slowly the massive doors started to swing inward, opening by themselves.
	The demon who had been pulling the cart now stood off to the side. "My masster awaits" he hissed softly at the family of foxes, gesturing towards the large open doors. 
	"Well young'ns, it looks like we be here" Said Sam in a short breath.
	"Papa, do we have to go in there? It looks scary!" whined Torin, staying close beside his brother.
	"Come on now boys, its not that bad." said Sam, a bit of uncertain in his voice. "I mean that nice bear was kind enough to help us out, and it would be rude of us to keep em' waiting".
	Reluctantly the trio of foxes made their way into the castle and their driver followed suit. They appeared to be in some massive throne room. Columns and high arches supported the ceiling. Tapestries of fur and giant shields adorned the walls in alternating patters. At the end of the hall stood two giant braziers, bathing the room in a warm yellow light. And sitting between the braziers, upon a throne of leather and bone, sat Neb.
	"Welcome my foxes!" Neb called in a booming voice that seemed to fill the entire hall. "It is really quite fortunate that you came to my lands at this time. You see, I was planning a bit of a Year End feast, for which you all shall be guests of honor. But first, there is the matter of payment for your trespassing."
	As he sat on his throne, Neb looked even more imposing than he did when they had met them on the road. His fiery eyes seemed to look over the foxes with a playful glee, and he smirked as they huddled close together in his throne room.
	Sam took off his hat and kneeled down before Neb. "Thank you sir" he said, bowing his head. "You honor us with your generosity. If it were not for you we might have been lost to the cold and the snow. I know not what we can offer you, but please take whatever payment you deem worthy." 
	Nebs muzzle curled into a wide toothy grin. "I appreciate a fox who keeps to his word."  He then turned to face demon who was still standing by the entrance. "Bring me the cub on the left, and remove his clothing. I wish to inspect the roast for my year-end banquet before it is cooked."
	The tiger-demon nodded and roughly grabbed Torin by the scruff of the neck. The cub barely had time to think before the tiger drew out a blade and in a single slash cut the clothing from his body. Now he dangled from the tigers paw, high up in the air and completely naked.
	"Papa! Help me!" wailed Torin.
	Sam jerked his head up immediately. "What in blasphemy are you doing?" he shouted at Neb, his heart pounding.
	"Well I think that should be obvious." said Neb in a casual tone. "I told you I was planning a feast, and  a couple of roast fox cub will make a most delightful centerpiece. You did say that I could take anything of yours as payment."
	"I did not mean my children!" spat Sam standing up, sounding both furious and scared. He wished he could rush up and fight the demonic bear, but he was frozen to the spot.
	"You should have been more specific about your terms" said Neb with a sly grin. The tiger then brought the squirming cub over beside Neb. Sam could not do much to fight back as Neb reached out to feel over his legs and thighs. "Oh yes, very soft and tender" said Neb licking his lips.
	Torin began to cry, as the rough dog-like paws ran over his young body. Neil tried to make a run for the door, but was quickly caught by the tiger.
	"Stop this right now!" hollered Sam, clenching his fists.

	Neb only looked slightly annoyed. He knew that there was no help for the foxes, now that they had entered his lair. "Honestly" he said in a mocking tone. "You should be thanking me. If I had left you out on the road, you all would have died in the storm. Also I did promise you a hot meal" He raked a claw across Torin belly as he spoke the last words.
	Torin whimpered as he felt those sharp claws. He began to struggle in Neb's grasp, in a futile attempt to break free.
	"Stop hurting him!" wailed Sam, tears streaming down his cheeks. "If you must have fox for your Year End feast then take me instead. Just don't hurt my children."
	Neb slowly shook his large head. "I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter. I have chosen my payment and that is that." he said softly. "But there is something I could do. "As you have seen I can do great magic, but I can also brew potions. Fantastic positions that can nullify all pain, or even transmute pain into pleasure. I would be willing to give such a potion to your boys, if you would help me prepare these cuties for tomorrow’s feast."
	Sam stumbled backwards looking shocked, "You want me to help you cook my children?"
	Neb shrugged his shoulders. "It is up to you. Either way I will have roast fox cub for my dinner this night. But it does seem a shame for them to suffer needlessly."
	Just then Neil cried out. The tiger had cut his clothes off as he had done with his brother. The action had actually scared him more than it had hurt him, as the knife only grazed his skin. But that didn’t matter.
	"Alright" said Sam dejectedly, hanging his head. "I'll do it."
	"Excellent!" sang Neb jovially. He then reached into a pocket and withdrew two small vials of shining blue liquid. He tossed one over to Sam. He then popped the cork on the other as he brought it up to Torin's lips.
	At first Torin jerked his head away, refusing to drink.
	"Better drink up little fox" Neb instructed. "If you know what is good for you."
	"Do what he says" pleaded Sam.
	Reluctantly the small fox took the vile in his paws and quickly downed the contents. Holding the empty vile, he licked his lips and murred. "It's actually good!" he called out excitedly, his tail wagging "Like raspberries."
	Neil was let back down and ran quickly back down over to his father, hugging him.
	Sam smiles sadly and hugged him back, popping the cork on the other vile as he did so. "Here young'in, you need to drink this to" he said as he handed the vile to his son. "Papa won't let anything bad come to you."
	"Yes Papa" said Neil and he sniffed at the bottle. The bubbles tickled his nose, and it did indeed smell like raspberries. He murred as the substance trickled down his throat. He felt this fuzzy warmth spread through his body, like the times he and his brother would cuddle close together. He giggled and gave a small burp as he finished the bottle.
	While watching this tender moment, Neb had pushed his loin cloth aside and had begun stroking his massive cock. Now that it was reaching it's full 12-inches, he concentrated his magic on that spot, shrinking it down to about nine for what was planned next. Holding Torin by his armpits, he maneuvered the small cub till his virgin tail-hole was right over his throbbing cock head.
	Torin moaned as he was slowly lowered down, his tail going ridged. Neb let gravity do its work as the tight young fox slid down upon all nine inches of his fat bear cock. His tailhole had to stretch quite wide to accommodate, and Neb had to push him down for the last couple of inches.
	All Sam could do was watch on as his son was raped by the demon. He didn’t want to see it, but he just couldn’t look away. As his naked son moaned and panted while bouncing on the bear's lap, something started to stir within his loins.
	"Oh yes!" moaned Neb loudly. "It is a shame I cannot keep you or your brother as a fuck toy, but I so had my heart set on having roast cub tonight." He then looked towards Sam from over his son's shoulder. "You better get to work on that other one. I like my meat to be tenderized before it is cooked."
	"Are you going to do that to me, Papa?" Neil asked, pointing at the spectacle.
	"I... I don't know" Sam stammered, not sure what to do. He felt guilty becoming aroused while his own son was raped. It had been so long since he had been with a female, not since the cubs were born. But he couldn’t bear the thought of abusing his own son like that.
	Neb moaned louder as he grabbed a hold of Torin's small boy cock. He began to rub it up and down in rhythm with his pumping, working it to erection. 
	Torin closes his eyes and moaned in ecstasy as he was assaulted from both ends. Normally Neb's cock would stretch such a small cub beyond the tolerance of pain, but thanks to the potion Torin felt only pleasure.
	"Remember" said Neb between grunts, talking to Sam. "I can still reverse the effects of the potion should you change your mind."
	Sam gulped, realizing that he had no choice. "Alright young'in" he said slowly. "I want you to get on your paws and knees for Papa."
	Neil nodded and got down on the floor in the position his father requested.
	Sam dropped his trousers, his growing erection springing free. He petted his son's back softly for a few seconds, before he lifted up that tail. What a sight that befell him, those fuzzy round rump cheeks and that tight little pucker ready and waiting for him. He never fathomed just how sexy his son could be, or that he would be that much turned on by this.
	Taking a deep sigh, Sam slowly stroked his cock till it was fully erect and throbbing in his paw.  He held his son's tail tight againts his pack as he guided his adult cock to that tiny opening.  He wanted to say something comforting to Neil, but he couldn’t think of anything and he didn’t want to scare him. Thinking it best to get right to it, he closed his eyes and thrusts his hips forward.
	Both Neil and his father howled out together, forming a chord that was music to Neb's ears. Sam slowly drew himself back out and then plunged in again, slowly building a rhythm. He kept his eyes shut tight so he could concentrate on what he was doing and try to forget the person he was pounding was his son.
	Neil's body remained ridged. "Oh, Papa!" he moaned.
	"I'm sorry" Sam whispered, as he trusted harder.
	"It feel’s good" panted Neil.
	Sam was at first a bit surprised, thinking surly his cock would be too big for his son. Then he remembered the potion and what Neb said it would do. He reached under his son to feel for his cock, which was already hard. That brought another moan from Neil as Sam took hold of it.
	Sam smiled as he started to stroke his son off. Even if his son was to be sacrificed to this evil demon's appetite, he could at least make sure his son felt good before the end. He quickly redoubled his efforts. "You are such a good boy" he whispered in the cub's ear.
	The moans and yips of both father and son, both lost in each others embrace, was broken by a mighty roar from Neb. The bear-demon pumped load after load of cum into the small fox's ass, till it began to over flow. Torin also moaned in ecstasy as he approached his first ever climax.
	Neb took that as his queue and withdrew a knife from his belt. He let it rest on the fox's belly, just above his young groin. Just as Torin started to cum Neb pressed down with all his might, separating the fox's package in a single slice.
	Torin screamed and threw his head back as all that made him a boy was taken from him. The sensation was indescribably. The potion sent intense waves of pleasure through his body, magnifying the effects of his orgasm ten fold. He howled as he continued to shoot cum from the bloody stump between his legs.
	Neb grinned as he held the small fox package in his palm. He then threw the bloody knife at the pair of the foxes on the floor. It barely missed the two of them and lodged itself in the ground.
	Sam only had to stop and glance at the knife to figure out what Neb wanted him to do. He felt something turn over in his stomach as he picked up the blood stained knife, all the while still pounding his son. He only hoped that the funny blue potion worked as well as it appeared.
	Neil moaned as his cock gave a twitch as it throbbed in his father's paw. Sam knew it would not be long now as he moved the knife into position. He was still determined to wait as long as he could, however, wanting to give his son as much pleasure as he could. Neil moaned again as his small cock started to spurt for the first time. Sam knew he had to do it now. He squinted his eyes shut and a small tear rolled down his cheek as he pressed down with the knife. 
	Sam was not as strong as Neb and as a result the knife slid slowly through the tender young flesh. It took a lot longer for Neil's groin to be separated from his body, allowing him to feel the cool steal as it sank through the most delicate part of his body. Thanks to the potion, the passing of the knife felt like one long continues orgasm.
	Sam moaned too as he gelded his son, destroying his best chance of ever having grandcubs. In that moment, his loins curled and he shot thick jets of adult fox cum into his son's waiting ass. He dropped the knife to the floor and caught the package before it fell. He then slumped on top of his son, panting heavily.
	"Well done!" said Neb walking over. He had left Torin slumped on his throne in a daze. "The two of you put on quite a show." he said as he kneeled down to collect the second fox boy package. "It seems like I can count on you to do what you are told after all. Bring both of those cuties with you into the kitchen and we can get started." With that he turned and walked over to the tiger-demon, handing him the severed cocks and saying something about appetizers.
	Sam struggled to push himself to a standing position. He slowly pulled out of his son, looked at his paw and winced. It was still stained with his son's blood. He stood up and picked up Neil, who was nearly knocked out, and carried him in his arms. "Can you walk, young'in?" he asked, looking at Torin.
	"I.. I think so, Papa" stammered Torin, coming out of his stupor. He slid down off of the high throne and walked over to his father and brother. Together the three of them followed Neb out of the throne room, down a long corridor, and into another room.

	This new room was smaller than the one before, but that was of little comfort to the foxes. In the center of the room stood a large oak table. It had iron manacles attached to it and it was stained with what appeared to be blood. Above the table, hung a large assortment of knives, of all different shapes and sizes. Beyond that, hung a line of chains and hooks suspended from a movable rod in the ceiling. They seemed to be currently positioned above a large metal grate in the floor.
	While the other foxes were gazing open mouthed at this chamber of horror, Neb kneeled down behind Torin and grabbed him by the ankles. In one swift motion, he hoisted the cub high into the air, dangling him upside down so that demon and cub were face to face.
	Torin yelped in surprise, shivering as his world turned over and he slowly began to rise. 
	Neil, who had just begun to come out of his stupor, tried to dash off to the aid of his brother. But his father held him back, knowing that there was nothing either of them could do. 
	Turning around to face his captor, Torin gulped, not an easy thing to do while hanging upside down. "Are.. Are you really going to eat us, mister?" he managed to ask in a hoarse voice.
	"I think that ought to be obvious by now" replied Neb. "You should be grateful. You and you brother will make excellent roasts, far better than anything your father has ever eaten. Also, thanks to his willingness to help, this should go far easier on the both of you."
	The fox cub sobbed and nodded his head, the demon’s words making some sense. 
	Neb wasted no time in hanging the fox above the drain, impaling the hooks through his ankles. Neil, buried his face in his father's fur, not wanting to look. But instead of howling out in pain, as his father and brother expected, Torin moaned loudly as the metal pierced his foot. The potion, working stronger than ever, made it feel like ecstasy and if he still had a cock he would have been aroused.
	Taking down one of the knives, Neb went straight to work. He plunged the knife into Torin, just below his neck and drew a long line from there up to his now missing groin, opening the fox up. Torin's moans were interrupted only when he coughed, sending a spray of blood onto the floor and over Neb's legs. 
	Neb worked quickly as he removed huge pawfulls of fox innards, while Sam and Neil stared in horror. Some of the tastier organs, which he could use in soups were set aside on the table, all the rest were tossed on the floor for one of his servants to clean up later.
	Torin's eyes fluttered while he panted and gasped, struggling to breath. Neb grinned as he saw his heart still pump and his lungs move up and down as he still struggled for life. Eventually Torin's eyes glazed over and his lungs stood still. His heart still gave a few last futile beats, before it fell silent as well.
	At that point Neb slit the fox's throat to let the rest of the blood spill out and down into the drain. He then stood back up and wiped the sweat of his brow. "It's such hard work, gutting and skinning these cubs" he said with a sigh. "But it is so much more satisfactory when you do it yourself. Don't you agree?" he asked, looking back at Sam and Neil.
	For a moment Sam was just too stunned for words. His mouth moved up and down but no sound came out. "I don't know" he said eventually. "I've never done such a heinous thing before!"
	"You raped and castrated your own son" returned Neb, faking the tone to make it sound as if he was insulted. "That in itself is pretty bad! But well, you will get your chance to experience it tonight." he walked over and turned the handle of the blade towards Sam. "You did agree to help me, did you not?"
	Neil looked first at the knife then back up at his father. "Please" he pleaded. "Don't let him take me away, Papa. I want to be close to you when it happens."
	Sam's ears drooped lower than they had ever been and he breathed a deep sigh that felt heavy on his heart. He bent down over and kissed his son gently on the top of the head. "You will be with Mama and Torin soon, young'in. Till then Papa will stay right by your side, so there is nothing to fear."
	"That's very touching" said Neb with his usual grin. "But do get a move on. I want to have this meal cooked and done by morning."
	Looking anguished, the father fox then took the knife from Neb. The two of them had to work together to lift Neil and carry him over to the butchering area. Neb was the one to actually spear Neil's ankles on the hooks, while his father kneeled down to rub his chest and stroke over his face.
	"I'm so sorry about all of this" whispered Sam, his voice filled with shame.
	"It's alright" panted Neil, the potion transforming the pain in his legs into pleasure. "It doesn’t hurt at all! And I am not afraid of dieing if Torin and Mama are going to be there."
	"You are very brave, my boy" said Sam with a sniff as he continued to stroke over his son. "I've always been so proud of you and your brother. I only wish I could have done better to protect you."
	Sam then leaned in to kiss his son deep and passionate. He had been his son and the best sex he had for as long as he could remember, and now he was about to kill him. He had to force his eyes shut as tears began to roll down his cheeks. While still in the kiss, and without looking, he quickly drew the blade across Neil's neck. He felt the lips go soft against his own, and he opened his eyes just in time to see the life drain away from his son.
	Sam then stood up, wiped his nose, and then forcefully trust the handle of the knife back at Neb. "Awright you demon!" he barked. "I've fulfilled my part of the bargain. Now you might as well string me up there with them. I cannot bare to live with myself and the knowledge of what I've done."
	"Now what kind of host would I be if I did that?" asked Neb sarcastically, pushing the knife aside. "I promised you a hot meal and a hot meal you shall receive."
	Neb cycled around behind the fox and quickly grabbed hold of him and pulled his arms behind his back. Using the same butcher knife, the tiger cut the clothing from the fox as the tiger-demon had done to the cubs before, leaving him completely naked. He then forced the fox down into a kneeling position.
	Sam yowled in pain as one of the knife swings was a little too close and cut into his skin. Unlike his two cubs, Sam had not taken any of the pain inverting potion. 
	"You are a real pathetic slut of a fox" spat Neb, picking up a large iron collar and locking it around Sam's neck. "You were willing to rape and mutilate your own children at the slightest suggestion. I could use that kind of obedience in my slaves. "
	Sam grunted and struggled as the collar was latched around him, but it was to no avail. The demonic bear was just far too powerful for him.
	"I'll tell you what, my new sex slave." Neb continued. "Since you are so good at farming, I will give you a plot of land where you can grow crops for me. If by next year your work is satisfactory, I will cook you alive along with the rest of your harvest. After what you have done to your children, it is the best that you deserve."
	Sam growled, a deep loathing for Neb burning within him. But deep inside, he knew that everything the demon was saying was true, and he deserved every word of it. It was from there, his broken spirit, that Neb now had complete control over him. Sam began to sob freely as his growls grew quieter and quieter.

	The next morning, Neb sat down to a most bountiful feast. There were cakes, pies, fruits, and vegetables, the likes of which most people could not afford. His new favored pet sat chained to the chair beside him, forced to partake in the feast as well. And then in the center of it all, lay two beautiful fox cubs, roasted to a perfect brown that shimmered in the candle light. 
	In front of the master and his pet sat two silver domes. Neb lifted his first and then his pet's to reveal hot steaming bowls of soup. And in each bowl of soup floated one set of young, fresh, chopped fox genitals, still erect. 
	Sam knew he had to eat everything he was presented with. To not do so would bring swift and painful punishment. He dipped his spoon into his soup and brought up the piece with the head. Looking back at his master, who was watching with keen interest, he popped the spoonful into his mouth and began to chew. 
	He cried as he ate his sons own genitals, the very things he had hoped would make him a grandpapa some day. Now he couldn’t tell if they had belonged to Neil or to Torin. But what was much worse, the soup actually was some of the best soup he had ever eaten. He quickly plunged his spoon back down for another bite, this time getting one of the testis.
	Neb just grinned as he saw how much his new pet was enjoying the meal he had provided for him. He then turned his attention to his own bowl of soup. He took his time to savor ever bite. He moaned in pleasure as that bountiful flavor that only the youngest of flesh could provide filled his mouth.
	Sam was a bit more eager to receive his portion as Neb carved into the first roast and piled the meat upon there plates. The meat was indeed tender and juicy, but Sam still could not forget where it had come from and the sacrifice that was made to get it. He cried, as he ate more and more of that meat, his long hunger and predatory instincts making him crave it.
	The pair continued to dine together, Neb growing more aroused and Sam growing more distanced, till there were nothing but bones and a few scraps of meat left.  Neb then gave off a satisfying belch and took his pet with him into his bed chambers, to sleep off that amazing meal.