The table and countertop set with their candles, cutlery, spices, and garnishings respectively; Ara was finally ready to prepare herself a well earned meal after a long and eventful day. She wanted for nothing more than to recline with a bellyful of meat and the serenity of a crackling fire. To feel at peace with herself and the world as a fae of her calibre so rightfully deserved to.
Meanwhile her choice of entree, a pig she had gotten from the stalls earlier that day, was in for quite the opposite evening. When she found him hung by his ankles, gag in his mouth and tears stained down the length of his porcelain face the fairy knew in an instant he would be coming home with her. And as luck would have it she did not even need to haggle for a fair price. In fact, the butcher all but gave him away. It made sense, in hindsight, why so few others had bat an eye towards him. Unlike more desirable pigs this half-neko was lean and scrawny, lacking in both fat and muscle. His twiggy little arms and legs would serve better as bones in a stew than part of an actual meal, some would have thought. But Ara was not interested in getting stuffed from her meal … she just wanted to savour its flavour for as long as it lasted. And the sadistic fairy knew a squirmer and a screamer when she saw one. Two seasonings no amount of bulk and brawn could ever replicate.
And sure enough Ara knew her ‘investment’ was well worth the pocket change she offered for the pig as soon as she laid it out across her countertop.
“No, please—!!!” Xane screamed, his ruby eyes filled with veins as steaming sorrow and horror gushed from his ducts, “I don’t wanna die—I’m no good—you heard them at the place, right?! I—I—I suck!!! I’m—disgusting—no flavour—no—” But Xane went quiet as soon as Ara nestled a cleaver onto the back of his neck.
He went still. The coldness of the metal chilled his spine into a solid block of ice. His eyes squinted shut in anticipation … only for them to creak back open once Ara lifted the blade. Without a single word she had gotten her answer: this pig was indeed going to give her quite a show.
Though Xane would remain quiet for sometime afterwards. Silently he tracked her every movement as Ara went about cutting onions, peeling carrots, and dicing up her other assorted veggies. Whenever she would walk over with a handful to drop down onto his cooking tray, Ara would stand there for a moment, looming over the flustered cat boy with an entirely neutral expression. A soft melody hummed under her breath while Xane’s collar, an iridescent chime hooked into its frontal loop, jingled like the dinner bell it had become. It served to voice the boy’s horror while his lips rubbed together, and his eyes blinked in silent panic. Until finally Xane again found his voice when Ara asked him if he was hungry, offering one of the carrot slices she had prepared.
Though in truth he was starved, he remained hesitant. And with his hands and feet bound in twine he could not accept the offering. So instead he could only open wide to allow Ara to pop the piece of carrot through his lips. She stared down at him for a moment, watching the boy chew before she smiled and ran a hand through his long, black and white hair. A deep, prideful breath then seemed to light a glow in her eyes. A hunger that made Xane’s skin crawl as he swallowed his first mouthful. She then offered him another carrot, but when Xane refused— “Eat.” was Ara’s only reply. At which point Xane begrudgingly obeyed …
… and in a matter of minutes, both he and the tray were filled to the brim with garnishing.
Liberally oils, herbs, and spices were spread all across him and the dish. Ara’s hands then set to work roughly kneading much of the seasoning into Xane’s every orifice. Little more than a gentle chuckle was offered to his writhes of pain and discomfort as she stuffed pepper grounds up his asshole, salt into his eyes and nostrils, and all manner of spices across and inside of his cock. She needed to cram her index finger through his tip to ensure she had seasoned it properly, but by the end the swollen, bright red rod was as ready to eat as the rest of him would be after a quick trip to the oven.
“Y-you—don’t have to do this… I’m—I’m—I’m—this is a big mistake—I’ll make you sick, you have any idea how many diseases I have?!” Xane lied as he watched Ara hoist him up to her chest along with the tray and began the slow walk to her oven’s door.
“I’ll–I’ll poison you—!!” He continued, tears further seasoning his glazed cheeks. “And—and all of this food will go to waste—!! You’re—you’re just gonna throw it all up—you’re—you’re gonna wish you’d never wasted all of this food—Iii—” until the metallic cage opened with a bestial hiss of metal and heat. Which left Xane to writhe in horror and scream at the top of his lungs, “Please no don’t do this–NOOO—!! Oh good fucking holy shit fuck— I don’t wanna die—please—you can’t do this to me—please—!!!”
He flailed to and fro while the iridescent chime on his collar continued to rattle noisily with every twist of his neck, until Ara tsked. The boy was silenced as she set him down atop the stove, and for a moment Xane felt as if he had gotten through to the fairy. Perhaps she was not the sadist he had pegged her for initially … maybe there truly was a wisp of humanity in her cold, merciless eyes.
… When she reached down, and grabbed a hold of his collar’s bell— “Almost forgot about these …” —then tore it off his neck along with its accompanying leather strap. A hook of her pinky then pulled off Xane’s glasses as he was then made to watch Ara make her way to a trash can … step down on its pedal, and throw away the ends from her pig with a clap of her hands. “There we go.” She said in a voice bereft of whimsy nor malice, but a somehow even more disturbing calm. The same patient, practiced cadence she came back to Xane with as she once more lifted him up … and slid him inside—slamming the oven door shut behind him.
With the timer set, Ara took a seat in front of the oven’s door, her feet kicked up to obscure Xane’s view of her face while she browsed her phone to pass the time. As the feline’s howls of unbridled agony serenaded her from within the oven’s confines, she found a missing person’s report bearing Xane’s likeness. She took a sip from her drink, flexing her toes to double check Xane’s features before she too a closer look back at the report … ‘Quite the handsome reward for this loser,’ she thought to herself with a smirk. “For any sign of him,” the article begged, which left Ara to glance back at the trash bin with an eyebrow raised.
“… that collar ought to be enough. What do you think, uh … ‘Xane?’ Should I bring in a femur too?” Ara asked, only to hear yet more bloodcurdling screams in reply. The sizzle of cooking flesh and the gentle clicks of her oven’s heated metal accompanied them, until she looked back to the article and started to type a reply, “Come to think of it; you’re gonna leave quite a mess once I’m done with you. Might as well have them clean it up after I get paid for getting rid of you.”
When the timer finally went off Ara had started to drool over the divine bouquet that came to fill her abode. She could not help but bite her lip in anticipation as she readied her oven mitts to pull out the freshly cooked kitty roast … and her heart was sent aflutter upon seeing Xane’s petrified stare. “No fucking way … you’re still alive?!” She cooed with a devilish grin, “Shut, up …~”
Ara then pulled him out from the oven as Xane’s blackened eyes crisply tried looking in either direction. Having failed this, he instead was left to hiss in pain, then made to scream once he realized his corneas had melted. His sockets left charred and empty.
“Wh—where—am I—…?!” He croaked, so overcome with agony his mind had nullified all his sensory awareness—until suddenly he felt a biting chill pierce through the searing inferno of his flesh.
All his lactic acids long since baked into his muscle fibres, Xane could not move no matter how hard he tried. Unable to even watch what was happening. But the sounds of a knife and fork stabbing and carving into his flesh made it all too clear that it was finally time for dinner. “Oh—g-god—no … this—can’t—!! Be—real …!
True to her premonition Xane tasted utterly divine, even better than she had hoped. Her experience cleaning and dressing pigs had paid off, the temperature and slow broil cooked his meat to perfection. But the fact he somehow clung to life through so many bites only made the meal all the more elating.
“Please … Mnngh—!! S-stop—this … just—let—me—AaaAAAAUUhhh—!!!!”
Ara did not want for music nor company beyond her meal’s own ceaseless screams of agony. His succulent pain and the pleasant sweetness of his flesh culminated into a truly unique, almost exotic flavour she quickly found herself ravenous over. He sounded as good as he tasted. His adorable, helpless, snivelling whimpers heavenly to her ears. The way every bite melted across her tongue and squished between her teeth a sensation almost overpowering in its depth.
“AAAAA—HAA—HAAAUUghhhh—!!! Make it stop—make it—STOO—HOOOOP!!!”
“Mmm~ …” Ara feasted like a queen. A goddess sampling the finest dish her kingdom could have ever offered. And for what felt like days she savoured every last bite … plucking Xane’s bones from his carcass to suckle them clean before she dropped them into an accompanying bowl. A lick of her fingers between every palmful as Xane vanished between her jaws …
Until finally, reclined in her seat with a bellyful of hot and gurgling kitty boy, Ara let out a sigh at the end of her banquet. Full and wet, still drooling as she looked over the assortment of spotless ribs and a lifeless feline skull, the fairy stared in silence for a moment as she fell into a daydream. She relived that wondrous meal again and again in her mind while Xane bubbled up and sluiced through her digestive system. Just as eager to nourish her as he had been to worship her every tastebud.
Soon after she would make the call to return ‘that skeleton she found in an alleyway on her way home’ to collect her reward. More than enough to pay for her next month’s worth of dinners should she not find something else to better spend her riches on. While Xane would in time fade from memory … and some time later, the last of his remains would be sent plunking down into her toilet before a flush did away with all the evidence of her crimes.
A meal fit for a Goddess, a feast well deserved for the most beautiful woman the world would ever know~
Written by Walker, a Gift for Ara
Xane and Ara are owned by their respective owners, used with their permission.
This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to real life individuals living or dead is strictly coincidental.