Dinner at Wolfie's By Misterebony Contains vore, prep, reformation, enslavement, and cuddling, all willing. Her given name was Alexia Samantha Martin, but she was known throughout town as simply WOlfie. Maybe it was because of her appetite, despite her slim figure. Maybe it was how crazy she got on the full moon. Or maybe because she was a halfbreed: half human, half wolffur. Her mom was the human. A pretty lady, still is even in her old age. Her dad was a wolf furry, one of the many furry aliens who domainated Earth after the Third World War, bringing humanity back from the brionk and making all cities have two sides to them: furside and humeside. In the middle of most towns was a neutral buisness district, where everyone could go without fear of skinning, consumption, enslavement, or both. Not that it really was bad mind you, but it... Oh listen to me ramble on, and I have not even introduced myself! My name is Louis Roachfort, and yes it is said like the nasty cheese or that one-eyed guy in the Three Musketeers movie from the 20th century. I am 22 years old, and I WAS single. I say was because I now live with WOlfie. We are not married mind you. It is... a little different than that. Let me explain what happened. It happened about....... three years ago. I was just out of school and seeking a vocation in the buisness district. I knew local eatery places were the best place to go because EVERYONE went there. And I do mean EVERYONE. fur, hume, male, female, kid, elderly, halfbreed or whatever, all had to eat. And I knew the best place to eat to. I visited it often while in classes, and I knew the clientele was exactly who I needed to ask for a job. It was Wolfie's. And yes, the owner was that lovely halfbreed I mentioned before. Now I am not much to look at, being slightly portly, messy brown hair, and no fancy clothes. COmpare me to a halfbreed woman with brown furry paws, ears, and tail, fangs, and a shapely form. Oh, and did I mention she was sexy? Every move was so amazingly tantilizing I wantged to grab her and... Wait. let's keep my tale PG rated. Besides, we were just friends. Yet every time I came in she waved me to the bar, poured me a glass of seven fruit cocktail (A special citrus and tropical drink with Hawaiian rum added for a kick), and we would talk. That day was no different... or so I thought. "So, got your diploma huh?" She said in a sweet voice, her grey headfur that could pass as hair swaying some as she tilted her head. "Going on to college or going to get a job?" "Job." Said I, shrugging. "COlleges turned me down due to my low grades at graduation. Can I help it if I refuse to write a report on the importance of kids as food when I am not a furry? No offense." "None taken till you get the lawsuit." WOlfie joked. "Besides, you are too cute and nummy to get mad at." "Thanks. In any case, heard of any openings?" "A few. Mostly construction or food prep. Some in the entertainment field but you need a computer degree. Around here a LOT of government jobs or resturaunt work. Human waiters and cashiers are in high demand, since, thanks to the reformation abilities, they can also be sold to give the employees full tips. Everyone wins." I chuckled. The thought had intrigued me, especially here at WOlfie's. Best damn burger joint in the city if you ever go, and the menu is hume friendly. That is, there is an equal selection for furs and humes, a rarity. Most other resturaunts cater mainly to one or the other. I think Pizza Hut is mosdtly hume and THERE I GO AGAIN GETTING OF THE (Bleep) TRACK! Where was I? Oh yes. "Are you hiring?" I said all of a sudden. WOlfie got that sly grin that should have warned me she was up to something. But I didn't see it. Instead I just let her look me over. "Welll..." She said. "I dunno... I already have a large staff helping me." "I know you have openings always." I whispered, coming in closer. She smiled some. "Be careful sexy. You are tempting me." I got right next to her face. "Don't be tempted. Hire me. I will work hard." "I got one better." WOlfie said. Next thing I lnew, I felt a pressure on my finger. I looekd down.... AND SAW A SET OF OWNERSHIP PAPERS. "Gotcha at last." She said, showing them, then reading the contract. "'By placing your finger on the papers below, you agree to give up all rights as a hume and submit to a life as a permenant food pet for one Alexas Samantha Martin until such time you are no longer owned by her in the case of owner death or resease. As an adult sevrent, you also forefit all rights to wear clothing beyond edible undergarments and sauces.' In otherwords, My darling Louieburger..." She licked her lips. "You are now my food slave." I blinked some and realized what happened. Here I was trying to put moves on her to get her aid, and she was seeing how distracted I was! She got my dang fingerprint on the papers! In my situation, I just laughed. Well, if it was going to be someone, at least it was WOlfie. "So much for a job though." I said out loud, WOlfie shaking her head. "Nah, I'll still hire you. Like you said, I always have positions open. I just will pay you in (Bleeped out for PG rating. Use your imagination)." I chuckled and blushed, WOlfie welcoming me in back. She gave me a work apron, introduced me to the staff (All furries but me I may add), and set me to work at the food prep area. I was encouraged every now and then to eat a cake or pie that was served up for dessert, and WOlfie encouraged the other chefs to... well, parade me through the furry section. I am sorry to say I got a lot of whistles. And not just from furs or halfbreeds. But when the shop closed, the true purpose of my servitude occured. I was told immediately to strip by WOlfie, then close all shades. I did so. then I looked at her. She was naked now, showing that she had just enough fur on her chest and (beep!) to hide her private areas. "Hi." I managed to squeek out. "Hi." She said. " Welcome to your new life Louieburger. I think I will put you in a bun tonight, after a good grilling." "Yes master." I said. WOlfie giggled some and motioned me closer. "TOO SUBSERVIENT!" Shge said, tickling my belly. I regret to say I am very ticklish, and was soon on the ground in laughter. "FOr that, you must walk around outside for awhile until I get things ready." I bljnked. "WHat? NAKED?!" She nodded, licking her lips. "I need my furry customers to see what you got to offer. Relax, Won't be a minute." I sighed and walked out the door into the night air, the door loicking behind me as I paraded around the resturaunt. I regret to say she still makes me do that, and I ALSO regret to say that, each time I do, some furry comes in the next day and pays up to 10000 Zorkmids for me on a bun. According to the arrangement I have with Wolfie, I get half of that. That first night, however, I was relieved that no one was looking. I was even more relieved when the door opened, the smell of the charcoal filling my nose. WOlfie had on only a chef's hat and a bib. Clearly, she intended to eat me right off the grill. "Follow me." She said, swinging her buttocks so that I was mesmerized and followed. I will tell you I do not know what happened next, up until I felt the heat of the grill on my back. SHe was sprinkling spices on me, and preparing a bun with pickles, ketchup, and mustard. She got out another ingredient and I shook my head weakly. "Hold the onions." I siad, Wolfie nodded. She then put that reformation pill in my mouth, the ones that regenerate your body from a single atom left in the poo. Ok, too much information there. In any case, the whole time I cooked felt wonderful. I tell the truth I felt like I was in heaven, warm massinging heat below, delicate and lovely paws on my chest. Then my arms and legs got it. And then my... PG rating Louis. PG rating. She flipped me over after awhile and began stroking my (beep!) and back, being careful to work it all so I was nice and ender according toher. TO be honest, I think she just liked to torment me, make me wait until she FINALLY would bite into my flesh. EVen when I was cooked to steaming brown with greill marks all up and down by body, STILL she was not done. She arranged me on a small, sofa-sized bread bun (Relatively small to other buns in her place, trust me!), then added pickles on my (beep!). Admiring her work, she got out a camera and snapped a picture. "What...was that...for?" I said weakly, fighting sleep. Being cooked takes a lot out of a guy. ""Memories. A first time for our relationship. Now no more talking. Just lie still while I chew you up and make wolfgirl fat ot of you." "But..." I started to say, but was silenced as the top bun smushed into me. All was dark, since only my hands and feet stuck out. After a bit., I felt a pressure on my feet, followed by intense pleasure. The pleasure moved up slowly, making me moan and squirm, and I realized what was happening: She had begin to eat me. My feet and lower legs were already in the belly. The rest was to follow. I cannot tell you how long she ate at me, taking those slow, sensual bites, moaning and complimenting how yummy I was, even going so far as to tease me about where I need to work out, or where I needed to fatten up. All I know is, about when my chest was being eaten, I passed out, hearing the sounds of her eating. When I awoke, I was back in the dining area, and the sight of WOlfie made me wide eyed. Her face was sloppy with ketchup and mustard, and she had a big, round belly. Her fangs were showing as she licked her chops, and her paws moved al along herself. "That was sooooooooooo good..." She said, opening her eyes just litle, staring at me in a way that made my (beep!) rise like a flagpole. "And it turned me on. COme here you...." Needless to say, I obeyed, and was rewarded for,.... well, I guess for being so tasty. Three years have passed sinced then, and WOlfie has eaten me in all kinds of dishes. I have also been an entree for pigs, hippos, cats, dogs, alligators, and a pair of polar bear girls who were return customers. We made about 3 million on those two. So far. MEanwhile I kinda like being a slave. No worries really, and the work is good. The fringe benefits are great as well. I lately even got my own Vidwriter, to allow me to make stories. I juts needed one to start it out. I knew just the one, and wrote it up. Know which one it was? Yeah, the one you are reading. I better go now, I have to be a pot pie for a panther family. So I guess this is the end for this story. WOnder where it will go from there. THE END (Another story in my fuure setting of Furside. I wonder... could someone draw a picture or something or make up some quick names of places that they would like to see in Furside? So far we have a school and a resturaunt. What else should there be? Give names everyone!) MisterEbony is BACK!