Romantic jazz music drifted through the room. In the dining room stood a table covered with a white tablecloth. On it sat a large platter with a silver cover.
Callisa stripped naked and stared at the table.
"This is going to be a wonderful date."
She walked over to the lid and lifted it. Steam billowed from underneath. When it cleared, a roast was revealed.
"You look and smell wonderful, Evan."
Evan lay on a plate. Bound like a turkey for Sunday dinner. Roasted and dripping with juices. Surrounded by roasted vegetables. With a carrot in his butt and an apple in his mouth.
He didn't know how, but he was still alive and able to move. He wanted to break free, but the bonds were too tight. He could only moan through the apple.
Callisa gently sat down at the table and poured wine into a glass.
"Let's begin." She reached for a large two-pronged fork and a large knife. Evan shuddered at the sight.
"What should I eat first?"
Her gaze roamed his body. Evan tensed, trying to break the rope, but it was too strong.
As he struggled, his penis fell, aiming at Callisa. The vixen smiled, grinning, and sniffed him.
"Oh yes. This part concentrates the masculine flavor. It's the best part. Starting with it isn't a bad idea."
Callisa put some vegetables, salad, and a piece of bread on her plate. There was a space for meat in the middle.
Callisa slowly began to bring the cutlery closer to him. She held his penis with her fork and placed the knife on the base. Evan was sure he was about to eat it. Just as she was about to start cutting… the phone rang.
"My editor?" she snapped menacingly. "Sorry, Evan, I have to take this." Dissatisfied, she rose from the table and headed for the next room. Evan strained with all his strength. Finally, he managed to free one arm. He was lucky the rope had snapped. He quickly grabbed a knife and began the rest of the binding. A moment later, he was free. He jumped off the plate.
For some reason he couldn't understand, he could move normally. His first thought was where his clothes might be. But he didn't have time for that.
Callisa returned.
After a few words, they began chasing each other around the room. They ran through the entire house. In the living room, he jumped over the couch where they were kissing. Callisa landed face first on it. In the kitchen, they scattered several spice jars. They also knocked over a roasting pan, which Evan almost tripped over. Finally, Evan managed to run outside. Callisa ran after him. After a while, he managed to lose it.
***
He could finally stop.
"What exactly happened?"
Evan had no idea. His brain had gone haywire. He'd had a successful date until he got to the kitchen, and now…
He looked and smelled like a roast. To make matters worse, he had to admit to himself that you smelled delicious.
But what now? He had absolutely no idea what to do. As he pondered, he heard a familiar voice. Frida and her gang. He frowned, but I guess asking the wolf-dogs for a favor is better than a naked escapade to school.
He poked his head out from behind a bush. He accidentally stepped on a twig. Within a second, Frida and her girls were beside him.
"Evan? What are you doing here?"
Something told Evan he'd better retreat. He took half a step back before Astrid lifted him above the bush.
"Naked!" Mira shouted.
"A mistake in Furix?" Ylva was a little shocked.
"Not only is he a peeping tom, he's also a nudist. Are you looking for a bump?" Astrid threatened him as usual.
"Quite a big one." Ingrid was busy looking at something Evan didn't really want to show her.
"What are you doing here without your underwear?" Frida suddenly began sniffing and wagging her tail. "And why do you smell so bad?" The other girls started sniffing him too.
"I had a little… problem. Don't you have any pants?"
The she-wolves looked at each other and winked knowingly.
"Oh, we have something better."
Astrid picked him up and sat him on a picnic table.
He wondered what was going on. He looked around and realized he was in some kind of barbecue area. In front of him was a fire pit with two grill racks. The girls were pouring coal into the fire pit and lighting it. Slowly, he felt the warmth again, but this time with the smell of charcoal.
"Astrid is so stupid. She was supposed to get the meat, but she came with bread and ketchup."
"Hush, Mira. It's not bad. The meat…"
Ingrid put her paw to Astrid's muzzle.
"Frida brought the meat."
Evan had an uneasy feeling. He couldn't see any large bag or container that could have contained meat. That probably wasn't what he thought.
But before he could say anything, he was turned around so that his ass was pointing upwards.
Before he could say anything, he saw a large, sharp spit next to him. A moment later, he felt a twinge of pain as Frida suddenly pulled a carrot out of his ass. Then he felt her paws on it.
"Oh, so soft and juicy."
He looked back at Frida. She was licking her lips, and a river of saliva was dripping from her mouth.
At that moment, she inserted a finger into his ass.
"Frida..."
The she-wolf seemed strangely pleased as she continued fingering his ass.
"It'll go in easily."
"Hey Frida! The coals are ready."
"Okay. Now." At that moment, Evan felt a squeeze from both sides, and then felt a spike touch his backdoor.
"Okay, Evan. You'll feel something big and hard in your ass, but don't worry." At that moment, Frida began to shove the spit into his butt. Evan broke free, powered by adrenaline alone, and began to run.
The girls were momentarily stunned. Frida recovered first.
"Mind the fire! I'll catch him!"
She chased him for a few moments. But she ran out of steam.
"He's a really good runner."
***
Evan leaned against the tree, breathing heavily. He'd managed to lose Frida. First Callis, and now Frida. They were both trying to eat him! Eat him like a piece of meat.
"What the hell is going on here?"
He leaned against the tree, and after a moment, he saw pink flower petals below him. Looking up, he saw that the tree he was leaning against was covered in tiny pink flowers.
"Cherry Blossoms?"
That reminded him of something. Aiko had told him something about some park with cherry blossoms and other Japanese details.
"Evan?"
"Aiko? What are you… doing here?"
Aiko was here. Dressed like a Japanese schoolgirl. Holding a large knife.
"There's a Japanese culture festival. I'm helping at one of the stalls."
"And this knife?"
"My stall makes sashimi."
Evan sighed. He thought she wanted to eat him too. She started purring and wagging her tail.
"Aiko, don't you have any pants?"
She didn't seem to hear.
"Evan…"
"Remember when I said we were looking for meat for sashimi…"
"Yes?"
She walked up to him and started giving him a handjob. Evan felt himself blush. Aiko licked him lightly.
"Delicious. You could make wonderful sashimi."
Evan flinched when he heard that.
"We didn't manage to find a good enough specimen to carve whole, but maybe you can."
Evan, shocked, thought it was the same thing again. Before Aiko could do anything else, he ran as fast as he could, leaving the shocked cat behind.
***
Evan stopped again. This time in the middle of some rose garden. What was going on here? The scent of roses filled his nose.
"Evan."
Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. He recoiled as if scalded. Morona stood behind him.
"Being as blatant as the truth isn't a virtue, but a lack thereof."
Evan, for some reason, exhaled.
"So..."
He told Morona about his escape from the three girls.
"Being desired doesn't mean fulfillment. A jewel doesn't always turn out to be a treasure."
Evan nodded.
"Do you desire relief that will remove your worries?"
"Yes."
"Follow me on this path."
Evan followed her. They were alone in the garden. He had to admit it looked beautiful. A rose garden against the backdrop of stars and a full moon. Finally, they reached a place where a stone platform with a column stood. He had to admit it looked majestic.
"What is this place?"
Morona stood behind him and embraced him in her tongs. "A place where heavenly ecstasy collides with earthly physicality, turning redder than roses."
"So here..."
He wanted to finish, but Morona suddenly kissed him. He returned the kiss. She lifted him and placed him on a column.
"He who has tasted sweetness cannot interrupt."
Evan blushed and nodded. Morona straddled him. He was surprised she had a slit there. She lowered herself onto all fours and impaled herself on him. She began riding him, immediately setting a hard pace.
Evan moaned and gave in to the pleasure. He didn't feel threatened, not in the slightest. He had managed to find a girl who wouldn't eat him. The moment he thought that, he shot into her.
"I'm sorry. I flooded you."
"Flowers accept pollen, even if it's not the season for fruit."
Evan exhaled.
"You have safe days."
At that moment, Morona began to adjust him again. He tilted his head back and pulled it out. Then she began to caress his neck with her lips. After a moment, she focused on one spot. After a few minutes, she stopped. She straightened up. Evan looked at her.
"The true destiny of flowers is to be plucked."
Evan didn't know what exactly was going on. But when Morona licked her lips and opened them, he began to understand. She closed and opened her mouth a few times, then began to lower herself towards his neck.
At that moment, he remembered. A female praying mantis eats a male after mating.
"Morona! Morona!"
She didn't react. She was closing in to bite off his head. Once again, adrenaline saved his life. He managed to pull himself free and run.
***
Evan ran naked through the city. He didn't care what anyone said. He ran as fast as he could. And he had four reasons for doing so.
"Evan, it's rude to interrupt a date like that!"
"Come back, Evan! The grill is waiting for you!"
"Evan, what about the festival?!
"Evan, let's get together."
Callisa, Frida, Aiko, and Motona were chasing him. He never thought he'd be running away from Girls. But he also never thought one would literally try to eat him.
He was supposed to be the king of the harem, not a royal dish.
All five of them ran wildly through the city, circling in circles. The old alligator, watching, summed it all up with…
"Ah, those young ones."