Jack wondered what had gotten into him to make that bet. Traveling to Lupastown as part of a trip and hooking up with a wolf girl? The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. Why on earth would he go on a pick-up mission to a city full of wolf furries? It was across the country. Still, why not? He was already on the train and nearing his destination.
Moments later, the train stopped at the station. He grabbed his bag and got off. Planning to stay just one night, he checked into a hotel called "Wolf Buffet." Curious name—who came up with it? With some time before the clubs opened, he decided to explore the town.
As he strolled around, he realized his odds weren't bad. Visiting off-season, the streets were predominantly filled with wolf furries. After a while, he thought he stood a decent chance of scoring. Some wolves even eyed him as he passed. He wandered the city aimlessly for hours.
At one point, he shivered. Passing a butcher shop offering both human and furry meat, he noticed a group of wolves licking their lips while staring at a bound rabbit-girl inside. Drawn by curiosity, he approached the window and was shocked. The girl, tied up, seemed to arch towards the crowd, as if beckoning them to buy her.
Suddenly, Jack felt something against his back—something hard and sharp poking his rear.
“See something you like? Tourist?” a voice said.
He turned. Behind him stood a burly wolf in designer clothes.
“Uh, yeah.”
The wolf’s hand landed on his butt.
“A lot of tourists come here for culinary reasons—to end up on a plate.”
Jack felt a chill run down his spine. Oddly, his penis hardened, and the wolf noticed.
“Interested? I’m a restaurateur. I guarantee we prepare humans beautifully. You, for example, look like premium-grade product.”
The wolf began stroking his shoulders and brushing against his arousal.
“Of course, I’d pay for you. The money would go to a family or organization of your choice.”
The wolf licked his lips while staring at Jack.
“I could offer you—”
Jack interrupted. “I’m not here for culinary purposes. I came to flirt.”
The wolf seemed surprised but didn’t press further.
“My apologies. Take this as an apology gift.”
He handed Jack a card for a club.
“‘Wolf’s Den?’” Jack read aloud.
“The best place to flirt, provided you’ve got courage. Here’s my number if you change your mind.”
The wolf left, handing him another card. Jack hurried off, thinking he needed to be careful or he’d end up on someone’s plate. He stopped by a local vegan bar and ordered fries. After that encounter, he couldn’t stomach meat. Every bite made him imagine himself lying on a platter surrounded by wolves.
“Let’s check out this club,” he decided.
Looking up “Wolf’s Den” on his phone, he was pleasantly surprised. It had high ratings, luxurious interiors, a dark room, a bathhouse, a bar, and dance floors. The catch? Humans, regardless of gender, entered free—but only if they were naked.
“Well, looks like I’ve found my spot for the night.”
That evening, Jack sat naked at the bar in the Wolf’s Den. The view was impressive. Many wolves and other furries mingled, with pairs or groups occasionally slipping into the dark room or getting intimate on the couches. He was the only human there.
While pondering how to approach a wolf girl, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
“May I?”
A wolfess in revealing black lingerie, her large breasts exposed, approached. He nodded, and she sat.
“Tourist?”
“Yes.”
She sipped her drink and wagged her tail.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Very much,” he replied, his gaze lingering on her chest.
The wolfess chuckled softly.
“Thanks, but I meant the city, not my breasts.”
He blushed.
“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”
She laughed flirtatiously again.
“You don’t strike me as a culinary tourist,” she said, eyeing him closely.
Jack took a sip of his drink.
“I made a bet with my friends that I could hook up with a wolf girl.”
He felt embarrassed, sure he had ruined his chances. But she laughed, leaning closer. Her large breasts dangled enticingly as her tail wagged.
“Care to take your shot?”
Before long, they found themselves in the dark room. The wolfess was kneeling in front of him, skillfully pleasuring him.
“You’ve got a pretty big cock,” she remarked before spinning around so her hips hovered above his face.
“Lick me,” she commanded, lowering herself onto his face. Jack complied, tasting her salty flavor.
“Ready to come? Finish in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
Moments later, he released into her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed.
“Delicious. And you’re still hard,” she noted before straddling him.
“Congratulations, you’ve won your bet,” she said, pulling her panties off and placing them over his face.
“Your trophy.”
She rode him hard. After a few intense rounds, they collapsed beside each other. She nuzzled and licked him playfully.
“You’re good,” she said. “I’m Anna. You?”
“Jack.”
“Listen, Jack. Tomorrow, I’m hosting a party for some friends. I’m sure they’d love for you to... fill them up.”
Before he knew it, he agreed to attend and spend the night at her place.
The shock came when they arrived at her sprawling mansion in a luxury car. The party’s venue was styled as a tribal cave, complete with pelts and bone decorations. Jack was tied to a wooden post on a stone platform as Anna, dressed in tribal garb, explained:
“Do you like it? Our little club enjoys this aesthetic. They should be here soon.”
Soon, a group of wolfesses entered, all clad in barbaric attire. They examined Jack like a prized catch.
“Anna, where’d you hunt this human?” one asked.
“Picked him up at Wolf’s Den,” Anna replied.
Jack kept himself aroused, thanks to a stimulant Anna had given him. He agreed without hesitation, not wanting to miss the chance to be with any of the wolfesses. Eventually, he climaxed, filling a wolfess's mouth.
“Delicious, and you’re still hard. Have you given him the stimulant yet?”
“Yes, though he manages several rounds even without it.”
The wolfesses licked their lips at this.
“Humans like him taste the best. So, how shall we eat him?”
Eat me? Jack’s mind raced at the suggestion. Surely, they didn’t mean that literally.
“You ruined the surprise,” Anna said with a shrug. “Oh well. Look, Jack, there’s your honorary spot.”
She pointed to a low table surrounded by furs. Jack hoped she meant at the table, not on it.
“Our club celebrates our primal predator instincts,” Anna continued. “I told you that you’d be inside us, but not in the way you thought.”
She licked her lips and sniffed him.
“We’re going to eat you like the delicious piece of meat you are. But first…”
Primal music filled the room as the wolfesses began dancing around him. They circled him, shaking their breasts and swaying their hips seductively. They chanted about hunting a human and their plans to feast on him.
Jack couldn’t believe it. He had walked into this willingly. He had practically placed himself on their platter. The music faded, and the wolfesses untied him from the post. Yet he found himself unable to move.
“This stimulant is really effective,” Anna purred.
They tied him to a long pole and carried him away.
“Wait—” he began, but one wolfess interrupted.
“The kitchen’s waiting. We’re getting hungry as wolves!”
They laughed, carrying him into a kitchen styled like something out of the Stone Age. They laid him on a table.
“Don’t worry. You’re in good paws,” they said before leaving.
A head chef, dressed in a tribal outfit with a chef’s hat, approached him, inspecting his body with delight.
“Marvelous. Not too fatty, and the muscle is just tender enough. You’ll make a splendid roast.”
“No,” Jack protested, but they ignored him.
Assistants tied his hands and feet to a frame, suspending him in a curve with his stomach thrust outward. The chef began giving instructions while her team prepared rice and vegetables. She stroked his stomach.
“Soon, you’ll be full of delicious stuffing. But first…”
She traced a finger along his belly, and an assistant placed a large clay bowl beneath him.
“…we need to make room for it.”
Jack clenched his teeth and shook his head. The chef grabbed a sharp obsidian knife and, with one swift motion, slit his belly open from navel to solar plexus.
His organs spilled into the bowl with a wet plop. Despite the grotesque scene, Jack remained conscious and oddly pain-free. The chef meticulously cleaned out his insides.
Once emptied, Jack was laid flat on the table. The assistants mixed the stuffing, incorporating select organs meant for the filling.
“You’ll look fantastic on the platter,” the chef said, rubbing herbs into his hollowed-out body.
The assistants brought over the stuffing, and Jack realized with horror what was happening. He couldn’t stop them as they packed the mixture into his cavity. Once filled, the chef sewed his abdomen shut, leaving a neat line of X-shaped stitches.
They positioned him on a roasting pan, tying his limbs into a pig-like pose.
“This is lard infused with garlic, herbs, and olive oil—a perfect basting for a roast like you,” the chef explained.
Jack shuddered as they brushed the mixture onto his skin. He was being treated like a holiday roast, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“Time for the best cut,” the chef announced, massaging his penis. Jack thought he might experience one final release, but she tied it with a string of herbs and inserted a sprig into the tip before basting it.
“This piece belongs to Anna. She caught you, after all.”
Though Jack wanted to respond, his lack of lungs and vocal cords rendered him silent. The absurdity of his continued consciousness haunted him.
“Almost ready. Just two final touches.”
The chef inserted a carrot into his rear and placed an apple in his mouth. She admired her work.
“You look incredible. I could eat you raw.”
Her sharp teeth glinted as she licked her lips, saliva dripping. Jack trembled as they carried him to the oven—a massive stone contraption heated by roaring flames.
The heat enveloped him, and he began to sweat under the basting. Juices trickled from his body, pooling at the bottom of the roasting pan. Time blurred as he baked, the heat intensifying.
Periodically, the chef basted him, checking his doneness with a two-pronged fork.
“You’re doing well. Still raw, but coming along nicely,” she remarked.
Each trip back into the oven pushed him closer to completion. The heat penetrated deeper, cooking the stuffing inside him. His skin browned, and the air filled with the aroma of roasted meat—his aroma.
Finally, Jack was declared ready. The assistants carefully transferred him onto a platter lined with lettuce. His juices had been transformed into a rich sauce, which the chef drizzled over his back.
“Perfect. Ready to serve.”
Jack, still horrifyingly aware, felt himself being carried on what felt like Hawaiian-style shoulder poles. He was placed on a pedestal before a tribal altar adorned with bones and a fiery basin.
A wolf priestess, adorned with elaborate bone jewelry and a skull headdress, stepped forward.
“We gather to honor our forgotten master, Lunas the Great Hunter. To him, we offer this bounty of our hunt.”
Taking a decorated bowl containing Jack’s heart, the priestess knelt before the altar.
“O Lunas, accept the heart of our offering and grant him new life in your realm, where the eternal hunt between predator and prey continues. His flesh will nourish us, his bones will become sacred relics, and his heart we offer to you.”
She tossed the heart into the fire, and the wolfesses howled in unison.
Jack realized this wasn’t a playful role-playing club but a wolf sect. He felt a strange sensation as the fire consumed his heart, its flames flickering unnaturally.
When the fire died, the priestess declared it was time for the feast. Jack was placed on the table, surrounded by the ravenous gazes of the wolfesses.
“You look absolutely divine, Jack,” Anna said, licking her lips and baring her fangs.
The wolfesses agreed. Jack was a masterpiece of culinary art, fit for a feast worthy of the gods. They began with appetizers, their hunger growing with each bite.
Finally, it was time for the main course. They carved into his roasted flesh, savoring every bite.
The taste was divine, unlike anything they’d ever had. As they devoured him, they felt their primal wolf instincts surging to the surface. His juicy meat, dripping with flavor, was irresistible.
When all that remained was his skeleton, the wolfesses lay around the table, full and satisfied.
Jack awoke with a jolt.
It was just a dream? He felt grass beneath him. He must’ve blacked out at the club and ended up outside.
Looking around, he noticed he was in a stone circle beneath two moons.
A strange voice echoed in his ears.
“Welcome to the Land of Eternal Hunts—a place of unending struggle between hunter and prey.”
Jack shivered and darted into the trees, seeking refuge like prey fleeing its predator.