Late evening. The time when you empty the last can of beer. When you sit up late streaming shows. When you take a bath. When you do all of that at once.
That's exactly when two boys sneak into the dorm.
"Shawn, this is too stupid. Let's go back."
"You agreed yourself, Rufus."
"I thought we were going for a beer, not spying on Evan in the dorm."
Shawn looked at him.
"If you don't want to, don't come—but then you won't find out if it's true."
What Shawn wanted to verify sounded unbelievable. Evan living with four girls who had almost eaten him—and fucking them every day. It was either too perfect or too horrifying to be real.
Shawn had to check. Rufus tried to stop him. Arguing in half-whispers, they reached the dorm. Rufus sighed in relief. This could still be handled safely.
"The light's on, we'll knock and—"
Shawn had already found proof the girls lived there. Several pairs of panties and bras hanging to dry. He shoved his nose into one pair and inhaled like it was a meadow in spring.
"Idiot… what are you doing? Leave those… panties—"
Shawn tossed a pair at him. Black, with red lace, very skimpy. Rufus froze. He stared at them like a magpie at a bone. Real, worn women's panties. He felt himself grinning at them like an idiot at cheese. For a moment, he forgot reality—until he heard a growl behind him.
He slowly turned his head. Astrid stood behind them.
"Smells nice?"
He could only smile stupidly…
Evan couldn't believe what he was seeing. Rufus and Shawn were hanging by their ankles in the meat-processing room. Naked. Gagged.
"What's going on?"
"They're the accused," Astrid said.
"And this is the evidence."
Ylva and Mira showed him two pairs of panties and several photos—Shawn sniffing them, Rufus staring.
"Guys… seriously… what the hell were you thinking?"
Suddenly Aiko shouted:
"I remember! They're Evan's friends—from the bar… back then."
Evan confirmed what she said. It didn't reduce the girls' anger.
Frida walked up to Rufus.
"If this weren't a dorm and was a private house, you'd already be on a plate."
Rufus was trembling in his restraints. Shawn, meanwhile, looked aroused.
"You're going to explain yourselves. What you say decides whether we call the cops."
"Frida, we have snitches?" Astrid sounded surprised.
"You want to piss off Arslan or my old man?"
After that, Astrid just turned her head slightly and said no.
Callisa removed Rufus's gag.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
Rufus coughed a few times and started talking desperately.
"I'M INNOCENT!!! It was his idea! I tried to stop him!"
Shawn nodded vigorously through his gag. Evan confirmed it was true.
Frida held up the panties Shawn had been sniffing.
"He threw them at me!"
Shawn nodded again.
Frida stepped in front of him, looking at him with contempt. His hard penis did not help his case.
"And what's your defense, ram?"
She removed his gag. He stared at her with burning eyes.
"Eat me."
Silence fell over the room. Everyone twitched—ears, antennae, tails shot up. Frida recovered first.
"Could you repeat that?"
Shawn looked at her, not just aroused but utterly convinced.
"Eat me."
Frida looked slightly surprised. Then she smiled, baring her teeth. Shawn visibly shuddered.
Frida looked at Ylva.
"Record everything."
Frida rubbed her hands together.
"Great. We have consent."
Evan went into instant shock. He'd heard about cases like this in the halls and behind the bar—but he hadn't believed them. Not until now.
The girls, meanwhile, looked delighted.
"We're lucky—a young lamb, and such a fresh one. A classic herb-and-wine roast will be wonderful."
Callisa seemed pleased with Shawn's declaration.
"I don't know. I'd like to try the asador."
Frida had her own plan, and Shawn looked like he was receiving the best pegging of his life just listening.
"One who burns can only be consumed."
Aiko wagged her tail.
"We've got meat for the party."
Then she paused. "Wait… is one really enough? We invited a lot of guests."
The girls thought for a moment. Then all of them looked at Rufus, who was hanging like meat on a hook—and who did not share his friend's enthusiasm.
"I DON'T CONSENT! Call the cops instead!"
The girls smiled. Predatory pressure filled the room. It was clear—they wanted him on the table.
Frida looked him straight in the eyes.
"Are you sure? I'll shove a spit up your ass. Maybe Mira will do something to you first."
Mira confirmed this by moving her hand like she was giving a handjob.
Rufus was sexually frustrated—but not enough to get eaten for the promise of a handjob.
"Big mistake."
Evan finally managed to speak. Rufus looked at him with hope.
"He'd taste better from the oven."
Evan froze. It took him a few seconds to realize what a stupid thing he'd just said. He covered his mouth with both hands.
Rufus blushed. His teenage, sexually frustrated brain immediately fired up a fantasy of being roasted in an oven. Incidentally, it was one of his favorites.
"Exactly. In the oven, with glazed carrots."
He immediately struggled against his restraints. He realized what he'd just said. The girls looked at him triumphantly and gagged him before he could take it back.
Callisa crossed her arms.
"Alright. We have consent."
Rufus howled through the gag and shook his head violently, trying to revoke what he'd said—but he wasn't convincing. Especially since he was hard too.
"Alright, Frida. We do it like this: I make roast rabbit with carrots, and you grill the ram."
"Deal."
The girls started preparing. Cooking would technically start in the morning, but it made sense to check supplies now that the meat had arrived on its own.
Aiko and Morona checked side dishes. Evan stood frozen. His thoughts raced.
Callisa grabbed an enormous carrot and showed it to Rufus, describing how she'd shove it up his ass before serving him. Rufus howled and shook his head—but his cock got even harder and leaked. Callisa reassured him he was in good hands.
On the other side, Frida was fondling Shawn with a predatory grin. He bleated softly, looking like he was receiving the best pegging imaginable.
When Frida touched his neck, she suddenly froze. She examined something—and shuddered.
"STOP! There will be no dinner!"
Everyone stared at her.
"Look for yourselves."
She showed them Shawn's neck. There was an elegant collar with a clasp and an engraved logo.
The girls examined it—and then all screamed at once:
"PATRON COLLAR?!"
Evan was shocked. He'd never seen the girls this shaken. They panicked, running back and forth, completely losing control.
Suddenly Evan remembered something.
"Shawn… you really are under patronage?"
"Uh… yeah."
All the girls turned to Evan—
"YOU'RE ONLY TELLING US THIS NOW?!"
Evan wondered how serious the situation was—but Astrid answered for him.
"So what happens if he has an 'accident'?"
"They'll send us straight to the slaughter line, and not even my old man could save us," Frida roared. Then she pulled out her phone.
"Call your patron. You're going to explain this stunt."
"Uh… my hands are tied."
"But not your tongue. Give me the number."
After a moment, a voice came from the phone.
"Shawn, why are you hanging upside down?"
When Aiko heard that voice, her fur bristled. Her ears flattened. Her tail tucked between her legs. She snatched the phone from Frida and looked at the screen. When she saw who it was, her face went pale.
"Madame Valentine…"
"Ooooh… Aiko. Long time no see. Are you doing something to my protégé?"
Aiko let out a terrified squeak and dropped the phone. She fumbled helplessly before Evan caught it. On the screen, he saw a black panther in a red bathrobe, looking surprised to see him.
Aiko grabbed the phone back, but the panther spoke first.
"I'm coming over right now. We'll clear everything up. I also want to meet that boy."
She hung up. Aiko dropped to her knees.
"I fucked up."
"You fucked up," Shawn said mercilessly.
Aiko stood back up.
"Untie him. He shouldn't be hanging when she arrives."
Astrid was about to say they didn't know where she lived—but Ingrid snapped at her that protégés have tracking chips. The panther knew exactly where he was.
All arousal vanished. Everyone looked miserable in their own way.
Evan spoke timidly.
"Girls… couldn't you let Rufus off?"
They looked at him in surprise.
"I know you're mad at him, but think about it—it might actually benefit you. You said you invited a lot of friends."
The girls nodded.
"Rufus can be a waiter."
They whispered among themselves. Then Callisa removed Rufus's gag.
"Alright, rabbit. What do you choose? Serving at the party—or being the roast?"
Rufus said in a broken voice:
"Please… let me serve at the party."
Moments later, he was free and dressed. Then the doorbell rang.
"She's here."