Evan was sitting in the school cafeteria. He was eating lunch with the guys. The hum of conversations filled the room. Everything seemed fine, yet someone was missing. Evan scanned the hall but couldn't spot a certain face.
"Where's Stew?"
Stew was their classmate—a deer who was the local playboy. He flirted constantly and bragged about his conquests.
"Who cares? He's probably banging some chick. It's not his first time skipping."
"You're probably right."
Rufus lightly tapped his foot. Stew's success irritated him. Time and again, Rufus failed in his own attempts at picking girls up. Some people had started saying that something would happen before Rufus Lapin ever scored with a girl. Evan, meanwhile, felt strangely uneasy.
After a moment, Morona approached them. She was holding a newspaper in her claws. Nothing could be read from her expression.
"Did they publish your poem?"
Morona was a poet. Students—and many others—claimed she was impossible to understand. Yet everyone said her poems were beautiful. She laid the newspaper in front of them.
"They walk along the edge; you are always one step from falling, and you never know when it will happen."
She pointed a claw at the photo on the front page. It was Stew.
"The fall always comes unexpectedly."
The headline read: "First Student Eaten. Stew Discovers the Meaning of His Name."
According to the article, Stew had picked up a predatory girl from a neighboring school. They went to her apartment, and he ended up as stew. There was even a statement from the girl. She wrote that he'd been pretty good in bed, but as a stew he was perfect. There were several photos of Stew on the kitchen table during cooking—and photos of the finished dish.
Rufus sighed.
"I told you how dating predators ends…"
Evan felt crushed. He'd known—he'd heard—that this could happen, but this was the first time it affected someone he knew. Just before the weekend, Stew had been sitting in the cafeteria, bragging about his bedroom exploits, and now he was gone. From somewhere in the distance, Evan heard a voice saying that since Stew was gone, there were plenty of free chicks now. Evan clenched his teeth slightly.
"Honestly, Stew didn't end up that badly."
"Have you completely lost it, Shawn? Not everyone's like you."
Shawn rested his head against his shoulder.
"But before he died, he fucked a girl and ended up as her dinner." The ram pointed provocatively at the rabbit. "Think about it—he could've been hunted by a guy and had all sorts of things done to you."
Rufus's face fell instantly.
"Don't exaggerate. Anyway, Evan—how the hell are you still alive?"
It was clear he was trying to change the subject. But before Evan could answer, the bell rang.
That evening, Evan was cleaning the kitchen. Stew was still on his mind. He couldn't believe it. Sure, the girls had nearly eaten him once already. He'd seen the display cases at the shop, and how Rufus and Shawn had hung by their ankles, and a few other things.
But before this, no one he knew had ended like that.
He wondered what Stew might have tasted like.
When he realized what he was thinking, he shook his head hard to drive the thought away. A moment later, he looked at his own hand and squeezed it. The girls said he was fine, but maybe he should start working out? He wondered how he tasted.
He shook his head again. What the hell was he thinking?!
Suddenly, he heard purring behind him.
"Aiko… why are you naked?"
Aiko stood in front of him, naked. She was purring. Her eyes were moist. Her tail twitched slightly—she was aroused.
Before Evan could react, she pulled his pants down and started sucking him off. Evan groaned as he felt her mouth around his shaft—the warm, soft interior and her tongue massaging him. After a few moments, he exploded into her mouth.
The catgirl swallowed everything and licked her lips. She looked him straight in the eyes.
"Delicious. I want more."
She immediately stood up, ripped his shirt off, and tugged his pants and underwear down so he was left wearing only socks. She threw him onto the kitchen table and mounted him quickly. She rode him so intensely they could be heard throughout the entire house, and Evan seriously worried whether the table would hold. It was always like this. The girls took him whenever they felt like it. Not that he had a problem with it. On the other hand, they'd never done it in the kitchen before, and he was a bit worried that—
"Aiko, on the table? Couldn't you wait?"
Right then… Callisa walked into the kitchen. Evan looked at her, blushing, and Aiko didn't stop riding him. On the contrary—she sped up. When Frida and Morona entered as well, they kissed him. A moment later, they both came, and Evan filled her up.
Callisa approached them with a dishcloth.
"Alright, you're done. Now get down. I need to clean."
Evan was about to get up, but Aiko had other plans.
"Say it."
Evan looked into her eyes. There was hunger there. Saliva dripped from her mouth. This was what he feared every time he had a round with one of the girls.
The hunger for meat had awakened in Aiko.
She caressed him, staring at him with a feverish gaze. She licked his chest and sucked his nipples. To make matters worse, he was still hard, and she kept clenching around him.
"Say it."
She said it sweetly, seductively. There was no doubt—she wanted his consent to be meat.
The atmosphere in the room changed sharply. The girls felt the call of meat. Preparations began.
Frida started pulling his socks off. Callisa fiddled with the oven. Morona brought spices to the table.
Aiko cuddled against him. The girls returned and massaged him with burning eyes.
Aiko looked at him. All of them looked at him. He felt their hunger. He was afraid—and, strangely, it made him even harder. Aiko felt it and smiled. It was an unbelievably lewd smile—the kind that would melt the resistance of the most stubborn prude.
"Say it."
She licked her lips. Evan trembled—especially in one particular place. He started to stammer. The girls smiled as if they'd already received his consent.
"N… N… No."
The atmosphere collapsed instantly. The girls' ears flattened. In their eyes was a mix of disappointment and relief. The hunger vanished.
"Can I at least get a consolation kiss?"
Evan kissed Aiko. They stayed like that for a long moment. He had to do the same with the other three.
He was safe as long as he didn't give consent.
At least, that's what he thought.