Once upon a time, there was a nexus between realms, a strange untenable place where creatures from all walks of life existed, somehow adjacent of each other.  How they came to be there was a mystery, and very few records were ever kept of this strange nomadic populace who wandered the forests and plains of the central continent, called Noih by some and Lumborkem by others.  A vast range of mountains formed a spine across the land, separating the woods both east and west.  Feral four-legged beasts skittered through the sands with blind hole-faced heads, snorting through the mouth-nostril for little crabs.
But despite this vast and beautiful land, there were some who yearned for more.  One of them lived in the village of Taodal, which sat on the south coast and where wooden houses had been built from old barges and ashen trees.  Short stone walls lined the well-trodden paths, a long pier stretched to the ocean, and three homes stood out especially: the central Market with its long open-front rectangular roof, the Shining Pearl Tavern to the east with its neon sign and many rooms in a giant dead beast's tail that snaked along the beach, and the mayor's house with its humble garden on the far west side.
It was here that Shyni prepared herself for the great journey.  While not alone in her wanderlust, she had known only Taodal her whole life, and whilst she was nervous about her great adventure, both her and her father knew there was no reason to keep her trapped in the village.  In her small wooden room with its bed and cupboards, she brushed her curly white hair, took a deep look in her mirror, and smiled wide from her slatted knight-helm-shaped face.
	"Okay...you've got this," she pumped her three-clawed fists, "you're a big girl, you're a lady now, you can be strong, just like Tautsol taught you."
Soft brass horns reached out of her goat-like head, with a central mohawk-shaped one cresting the centre with a singular stony nostril between her eyes.  Her voice rippled between the fleshy strands of her harp-string maw, when she finished packing her sack of small essentials.  In her soft royal blue dress, she slipped on her belt and stepped out to the front room.
	"I'm ready!" she cried.  "Father?"
	"Almost done," he replied, "just...a few more minutes, please."
The house of Taodal's unofficial mayor was also the forge where her father worked, his roaring furnace always on and several smithing tools hung up on shelves.  A constant warmth radiated from his house, and not just for his large dominating presence, a mountainous version of Shyni with thicker horns, wider head and muscular body wrapped in a leather apron.  But despite his raw physique, he hammered carefully on a small blade, chipping all the loose fragments to make it sleek and indented.
	"There," Tornoth sighed, "now I am ready."
He took the short sword and offered it to his daughter, complete with a scabbard to put round her waist.
	"Wha...what's this?" she asked.
	"I know the time has come," his head sunk, "you will always be my little girl, but every seed must blossom to a flower one day.  You have grown into a wonderful, kind and compassionate lady, one that I fear being planted in another garden far away."
	"I'm...I am coming back, you know that right?"
	"I know...I just..." the father wiped his eyes, "just as I travelled here to set up our home, so too must you one day.  But if you must leave, then take this with you.  So you remember where you came from."
The knife had not only the symbol of Tornoth's face, but also the iconic large bone-tail tavern with its pier out front carved along the blade.  Shyni felt along the flat edge and smiled with a crease of her eyes.
	"It's...it's beautiful," she gasped then sheathed it in its scabbard, "thank you, father."
	"I may not be there to protect you," he patted her shoulder, "but I can at least provide you some protection.  Do you have your under-armour?"
	"Yep," she pulled up her blouse to show the leather, "I'm so excited, sorry, I know I shouldn't be but-"
	"You've been wanting this a long time," Tornoth hugged her tight, "just please be careful, and listen to Taulsol, he knows those lands better than you."
	"I will."
She gave one last squeeze before heading out, through the wide dirt paths under the red-purple sky as she waved to the marketplace with all its strange insectoid beasts.  The night was warm like always, and The Shining Pearl near the docks sang with alien languages in a round of raucous tales, whilst two bugs stood out in front.
	"And then," said a blue four-legged beetle, "I told him not to disturb the eggs behind the shelves."
	"No!" gasped a four-armed green insect.  "What did he say?"
	"He went 'e-...eggs' and his expression was so CUTE, scrunched up that little thing between his eyes, you know the triangle shape?"
	"The nose?"
	"Yes those things, I wanted to nibble it so much OH SHYNI!"
	"Hey girls!" the goat-like traveller waved to them.  "How are you?"
	"Good good, is that you leaving us?"
	"Just for a few months, I just need to see something different, you know?"
	"We understand."  The jade bug smoked from a pipe.  "As lovely as this place is, it can be small for a heart as big as yours."
Shyni blushed and twisted her hoof in the dirt.  Vuisul tittered at her expression, the azure beetle whose bulbous shelled rump glinted beneath the neon sign.  Her brass head and pink eyelashes were always a welcome sight, with her gloved scythe-like arms carefully holding a mug to drink.  Bykaas beside her owned the tavern, her long emerald body a familiar sight with a rose-petal-shaped head, and thin-stumped legs that thumped the dirt beneath a red chemise skirt.
	"Are you sure you didn't want us to throw a sending-off party?" asked the barkeep.
	"Noooo noooo," Shyni waved, "I don't want to make a fuss, I'm just going to sneak away."
	"A far cry from the little shy gardener," Vuisul tapped her mandibles, "I'll miss your vegetables in the market."
	"It's okay, I got someone to look after those, you won't be out of business!"
	"That's not what worries me, just...ohhh."
The beetle skittered close after putting her mug down, offering her safely-gloved scythes for Shyni to hold gently.
	"Just be careful, alright sweetie?"
	"You always have a home here," Bykaas smoked from her pipe, "do remember to write back, promise?"
	"I will," the young lady nodded, "oh, there's Taulsol now.  Keep an eye on my father, okay?"
	"We will, take care!"
The girls waved her off as Shyni marched down the pier, where a small boat reached the dock with a sail, a fishing net, harpoons and a tiny cabin.  Steering it was Taulsol, the guard, the fisher, the legend of all sorts whose beanpole body resembled a blue raptor with one three-fingered arm, and a sharp sloped head like a shark with an underbite.
	"Hey there!" he waved.  "Ready for the big journey?"
	"All my life," she sighed, stepping on the boat, "thank you for all this."
	"Your father wouldn't trust anyone else," Taulsol tightened his loincloth, "that and I am the best sailor we have."
	"I really appreciate it," Shyni waddled to the cabin, "it's been a while since I sailed, hope I don't get seasick."
	"You won't, I'm sure, get your stuff down below and we'll ship off."
Once she put her things away in one of the two beds provided, they sailed off with a wave of goodbye from several creatures at the dock.  Tornoth was not among them, but Shyni could not help casting her eye over to where she once lived.  Her father stared from the window, his sad stone face ever vigilant towards the horizon, hoping for her return.  Neither of them knew it, or perhaps he did with a quiet whisper, that Shyni would never see her home again.
The ocean was vast and terrifying, a world of endless dreams and infinite strange beasts waiting for her to meet.  Sometimes the waves twisted oddly, before she realised they were one-eyed serpents with boneless maws and slug-like bodies.  Other times she watched birds flit past in the night sky, long slender serpentine things with drill-shaped beaks that danced on the breeze like seeds.  The boat creaked gently as she slept in her cabin, letting the first night away from home pass by swiftly.
Taulsol kept them both fed with his harpoon and net, though occasionally he asked for help to steer the ship with his bandaged stump making things difficult.  They circled eastwards to the other side of Noih, or Lumborkem, departing the Kem side of the continent and towards the Lumbor region instead, which was inaccessible on foot due to jagged peaks and barred-off tunnels requiring special identification.
One week passed in the Noihen calendar before they reached their destination.  It was night when she had left her home, and yet another night she would arrive at the city of Ghef.  The goat-like lady watched a beautiful city rise up from the dawn, a vast metropolis of shining black obsidian spires that were dotted with windows.  Monoliths stretched across a circular bay, where ships flitted to and fro with garish symbols on their sails, and soon Taulsol's little skiff docked into the harbour.
	"Alright, we're here," he tied a rope to the dock, "I've left you a map of the land, some krats and a few places written down that are safe spots."
	"Are you sure?" his passenger asked.  "This is a lot of krats, I don't know if-"
	"Shyni, we're friends.  All of Taodal is your friend, we pooled that money together to make sure you would be fine.  But keep that purse tight, these cities are big and full of folks who don't have your best intentions at heart."
	"I know, I know, you don't have to tell me-"
	"No, I am serious."  He raised a finger to her.  "Keep your wits about you, especially being a female, this side of Noih is rather...strange about that."
	"What do you mean?" she cocked her head.
	"If anyone asks you to do anything, don't do it for their sake.  Do it for yours, I don't want to frighten you off on your big adventure, just be cautious.  For me."
	"...alright," Shyni nodded and hugged him, "thank you, Taulsol, I really appreciate this."
	"I'll be back in three months," he squeezed her back with his one arm, "I will stay here for a week, give you time to come back if you want."
	"Okay.  Well, goodbye!  Stay safe!"
	"You too."
They parted ways as Shyni headed off into the big city, looking up directions that Taulsol had given him for where to first get her bearings.  All around her the black towers rose, and various bizarre creatures passed her by with scuttling crab legs or wobbling worm-like heads.  The taverns sounded meaner, the dockworkers scowled with chitinous bodies, and hook-legged natives clattered over the cobblestones.
Through the paved streets she found an inn in a semi-lit alley, shaped like half an upturned ship with a funnel-headed roof and bronze interior.  Tables and long chairs were spread out the front with a few jellyfish-like folks twitching in the corners, and a rather ghastly proprietor at the counter draped in green robes.
	"Welcome," said a bone-headed deer with four empty eye sockets, "you're quite the new face, aren't you dear?"
	"Um, yes," she nodded, "my name's Shyni, from the village of Taodal across the sea."
	"Aaaaah from the other side of the mountains, wonderful to have you.  I am Khesbern, welcome to the Copper Drop Inn, are you looking to stay the night?"
	"I am, thank you!  I had a very long ride over, and um, a friend of mine recommended you, named Taulsol?"
	"The one-armed fisher?" the innkeeper tented his bony fingers.  "Such a wonderful feller, always eager to lend a hand.  Are you hungry by any chance?  Dinner is about to be served, and lucky you, it's my daughter tonight!"
	"Is she a talented chef?"
	"It's her crowning debut, she wanted to follow her mother and I could hardly say no."
	"Awwww, I love family businesses, so cosy!" the goat-lady pulled out her wallet.  "I am rather hungry so I would love to attend, thank you!"
	"Let me show you to your room," he took the krats and motioned her through, "tell me, are you here for business of pleasure?"
	"Well, it's my first time travelling," Shyni followed him through, "I don't really know where anything is or who does what, but i have a map!"
	"Oh in that case I'd be more than glad to help you, I also offer directions for various needs."
They headed to the back rooms where doors loomed around them, the sounds of squishing slime and gurgling howls lurching from behind the portals.  Her room was a modest spot with a normal bed, a chest of drawers and a window to the outside world.  Khesbern left her to her own devices, letting Shyni settle in and get her belongings in order, where she put away her backpack behind the drawers and laid down on her comfy bed.
The hustle and bustle from outside became a strangely soothing lullaby, her breath rattled from her harp-stringed face with a deep sigh as she smoothed down her blouse and tapped her fingers.  Sometimes she looked out her window, watching the creatures pass by from galumphing birds with elephant feet, to shaggy flat-faced vulpines carrying crates from the docks.  Twenty minutes passed before she was called for dinner, and she stepped out of her room.
	"Hi there!" a voice whittled from another door.  "You a new face?"
	"Uhh, y-yes!" she clasped her hands.  "My name is Shyni."
	"Viikatappa, nice to meetcha, most folks just call me Viiky though!"
She shook hands with a plump rat-headed girl who reached up to her knee, her head shaped like a V with huge red ears and a half-bipedal body.  Her eyes were wide and black, whilst a vertical slit-mouth framed between them, and her long bony tail whipped out beneath her red dress.
	"Gotta say you got a nice body on ya!" said Viiky, walking on all fours.  "You headin' out to Arngehun?"
	"Um, thank you!" Shyni giggled with a skip.  "I just arrived so I don't have anyplace in mind, I'm just...wandering."
	"Aaaaah a free spirit?  So you haven't noticed the eyes roving all over you, good thing we going to dinner where they'll be looking at the plate!"
	"I...am I really that pretty?"
	"Pretty, you're practically a feast fer the eyes!" Viiky slapped her thigh beside her.  "And maybe one day more than that."
	"Awwww, y-you're just saying that," the newcomer waved her hand, "what about you, then?  Why are you here?"
	"Just here for the local customs, heard about this place called Arngehun and wanted to make a contribution."
	"Oh, you're looking for a job?"
	"I guess you'd call it that, yeah!"
Viiky's eyes grinned above her single slit-mouth, swishing her thick but short thighs like a bitch in heat before they arrived at the dinner hall.  Various odd creatures sat around a long rectangle that had been brought out to the front, where plates of mashed blue grains and purple legumes formed a sumptuous feast.
	"Wellll, fresh meat eh?" said a tulip-headed male.  "You just come off the boat?"
	"Y-yes," Shyni sat down, "nice to meet you!"
	"Nice to meat you too," a fat-headed worm with six eyes chortled, "here to see how things work?"
	"Maybe!" Viiky tittered, wiggling her head.  "Can I get a booster seat, please?"
	"Of course, of course," the innkeeper provided a high chair, "wouldn't want you to miss the demonstration."
	"I want to see every detail, you only got one chance, right?!"
	"Wait, demonstration?" the goat-like girl cocked her head.  "We get dinner and a show?"
	"For you girls, it's an education," a long-tongued squid glared with his single eye, "you've kept yourself well, if I may say so."
	"I'm...sorry, have we met before?"
	"Not at all, but you make my stomachs sing from your wondrous scent."
	"Oh, thank you!" she giggled happily.  "I use some special herbs to melt into my fur, keeps me nice and smelling fresh!"
	"It's wonderful," the flower-head sniffed with his petals opening, "do you happen to have them with you?  I'd love to know your personal recipe."
	"Absolutely, let me write it down!"
	"Now don't fill up too quickly," the deer-headed Khesbern wagged his finger, "my daughter's just browning up, she wanted to cook longer so as to savour the heat."
	"Ooooooh, hear that?!" Viiky jabbed Shyni.  "We got a special feast, extra crispy!"
	"The ones who burn longest do taste better," the worm rippled through his gut, "wish I could hear her cook."
	"Druuw's place lets you do that," the squid took some blue mulch for his plate, "a little pricey but you hear everything from the kitchen."
	"I don't like the drinks there though, too acidic for my tastes."
	"So, ma'am," the flower's petals flapped with each vowel, "how do you like your meat, raw, well-done?"
	"Ohhhh I've always liked it cooked piping hot," Shyni took some of the purple vegetables, "my father's a blacksmith so he knows how important it is to have the best temperature."
	"Really?  Ohhhh you lucky girl, having a father with his own forge?!"
	"Is it big enough to fit you in there?" the cephalopod slurped up his sapphire mash.  "Does he also cook for your town?"
	"Oh no, no," the newcomer waved her white paw, "that's our tavern owner, he just makes tools and cutlery and fixes roofs."
	"Makes sense, using your workplace to cook could be unsanitary, wouldn't want your meat to taste like metal."
	"I would," the tulip shivered, "love me a good ferrous spice on them thick thighs."
She could not tell where he was looking, but a stalk-like tongue slithered out to roll across his petals that made her blush.  Viiky gave a thumbs up and a little punch to her thigh, whilst they were served a green-milk cordial extracted from soft-sap trees.  Ten minutes passed before the main course arrived, a plump golden-brown body with gorgeous crispy limbs.  Everyone was delighted at the gorgeous meal.  Except for Shyni, who noticed the head of the corpse looked exactly like Khesbern's.
	"Enjoy, sirs and madames," the innkeeper bowed, "my daughter suffered extra for you to feast."
	"Gods, she's beautiful," the worm grabbed a leg and twisted it, "ohhhh, hear the crack of that bone?"
	"Amazing!" Viiky clapped.  "C-can I have some of the breast?!"
	"Of course, of course."
Much to the young Taodalian's horror, the guests tore apart what had once been a living person, her face staring from its own plate when Khesbern decapitated it with a thick knife, then put it aside for everyone to see.  The skull had turned bronze and the bony grin twisted up in joy, the legs spread out to show that her vulva had been stuffed with extra filling.  No one seemed to care, not even its father who cut her up gleefully, offering slices to everyone.
	"How long you prep her for?" asked the flower-head, chewing her leg.
	"Mmmm a month abouts," Khesbern sat with them, "she basted herself in salt baths every day to make sure all the flavour soaked in, and then by her insistence, she roasted for six hours."
	"Good girl," the squid devoured her belly meat, "I would have loved to hear her screams, but I had some business to attend earlier today."
	"Damn, she's lucky," said Viikatappa, nibbling a thigh, "hey, you alright Shyni?"
	"Um...I-i'm good, thank you," she forced a smile, "I'll just have the rutaabs."
	"What, come on you need some meat on ya, go on!"
	"NO, no, it...i-it's fine, really, I uh...I'm still a little seasick, shouldn't eat anything heavy."
	"That's a pity," the father cut a piece of his daughter's beast, "Jemich wanted to feed all of our guests, she'd have hated to hear you weren't hungry for her."
	"I...okay," Shyni put up her hands, "that...IS your daughter, that we're eating, right?"
	"Why yes, of course!" he chomped on the meat.  "Who else would it be?"
She nodded calmly with a trembling heart, her blood turned to ice and she felt like a frail child in a monster's den.  The guests bantered and laughed and drank without a single care for the female corpse, plucking pieces off until the bones dripped with fat.  The goat-lady stuck to her plant-food and politely excused herself, then returned to her room with a sickening shiver.
	"What...what h-horrible creatures," she whispered in her bed, "how could they...that was his own daughter, of all things he...he didn't even care.  But she looked so happy.  Why...why would anyone want to do that to themselves, just to be...to be..."
She struggled to force the words through before she fell asleep, her terror growing thick as she was plagued by thoughts of being next.  Were they plotting behind her back, imagining her on a juicy rack stripped of her fur, roasted to a dark brown?  She could see all their faces slathering upon her, predatory eyes and glistening maws that hounded her through the deep dark.  But the worst of it was, somewhere deep in the pit of her stomach, a warm rumbling smoulder of something close to recklessness, sparked bright within her.

When she awoke the next morn, Shyni stretched her arms and felt strangely hyper with a sudden need to get out of the city.  She packed her things and quickly departed, but not before being caught by her next-door neighbour.
	"Morning!" Viikatappa waved from the ground.  "Up an' early, arentcha?"
	"Yes, I uh," she stammered, "I didn't want to waste the day!"
	"You heading out then?  Gonna need a guide round these parts if you're new."
	"Oh, I think I'll be alright."
	"Are you sure?" the V-headed rat squinted at her.  "You looked pretty uncomfortable back at the dinner."
	"Mmmmm...I was."  She bent down with a whisper.  "Did no one really...know it was her?"
	"Who, the main course?"
	"Yes!  That was his daughter, he just...he cooked her, and they ate her, like she was meat!"
	"Well...yeah, what else was he gonna do?"
	"B-but it's...it, th-that was his own CHILD!"
	"Well I mean it coulda been someone else," Viiky shrugged and walked down the hall, "someone had to be dinner."
	"I-i mean, you," Shyni followed with a stutter, "n-not even a feral animal, a living creature, his own family he just served us to eat!"
	"Nnnnnnyeah?  What's the problem here?"
	"What do you mean 'what's the problem'?!" she clutched her horns.  "They ATE someone, someone's daughter, that's...that's....i-it's wrong!"
	"Wait, hold on."  Viikatappa turned to her.  "Do they not do that where you come from?"
	"NOOO!"
	"Ohhhhhh!" the rodent clapped her face.  "Okay, okay, totally didn't get that, you definitely need a guide, I'll take you around."
	"I don't know if I feel comfortable," Shyni shook her head, "you...you did eat with the rest of them."
	"Yeah cuz it's the custom, isn't that the point of travelling, to try out new things?!"
	"Well, yes, but-"
	"Look, I'm new here as well, but I read up on this stuff before I came here.  You don't wanna get mugged when out there, and if you're this ignorant about how things happen round here, I can't let you go out there all alone.  Come on, let me help you.  I won't even ask for krats."
	"Can I really trust you?" the goat rubbed her fluffy arm.  "What if...wh-what if they want to eat me next?"
	"They're not gonna eat you!" Viiky scoffed and slapped Shyni's thigh.  "They don't just run around kidnapping folks, that's illegal!"
	"But eating other folks is illegal too!"
	"Not in this part of the world, wow you really are far away from home.  Come on, let me help you.  I promise, no one will eat you without your permission."
	"I wouldn't even give them that!" the newcomer gasped and reeled back.
	"Good, that means you're off the table!  Now whaddaya say?"
The rat offered her slender hand, her bone-tail wagged behind and her eyes gleamed above her single-slat mouth.  Shyni struggled with a growing paranoia, but something in Viiky's earnestness let her feel a sense of trust.  She took the rodent's hand, who led her out of the inn and down the street through the port city towards a set of carriages.  Long boat-shaped wagons where pulled by tall-headed silver giraffes, with squat legs and shaggy hair that resembled a thousand antennae.
Viiky directed the driver to Arngehun, which she explained to Shyni was one of the oldest towns of the region with a diverse history to help her understand.  The Taodal native started to calm down, tapping her knees and enjoying the ride through the strange new countryside.  Hills of red copper formed an eternal sunset, the roads peeled like deep orange rinds and forests were an odd shade of dark azure that encroached the fields.  Farmers could be seen with their hoes and ploughs, three-armed insectoids and hefty-bodied slugs planting seeds in neat little rows.
	"So let's talk about you," Viikatappa sat close to her, "why you all the way out here?"
	"I wanted to explore," Shyni shrugged, "I've been stuck in one village my whole life and I needed to wander, I love my home don't get me wrong but it was just so...suffocating."
	"Aaaah, got the old wanderlust in ya?  I feel that, I felt there wasn't enough going on in my life from such a boring little place, needed something to fill me with purpose, giving myself to others."
	"Mmmm...I'm not sure how I feel honestly, I was more hoping I would just wander far enough and find something."
	"It'll come to ya," the rodent patted her, "you just starting out, need to find your feet and get wet!"
	"I suppose," the white goat rubbed her arms, "just...sorry, I just didn't expect that dinner, it just seemed so cruel."
	"You've got a lot to learn about this part of Noih.  That's why we going this way, best place to learn is from the very beginning."
	"So what that innkeeper did was...allowed?  Really?!  But he killed his daughter!"
	"Noooo no, no one got killed, she CHOSE to be roasted!"
	"That...that doesn't make sense!" Shyni shook her head.  "Why would anyone choose that?"
	"That's what you're here to find out," Viiky patted her.
An hour passed before they reached Arngehun, an ancient settlement with large stone houses sculpted like worn teeth.  A main thoroughfare split the town in half, where various locals hammered tools or baked bread on their open sills.  Shyni relaxed with such familiar settings, with the pounding of iron and the smell of ovens, the clack of drinks from a nearby tavern and calls from market stalls.  This was what she had hoped for, a place so different and yet so like her home in comforting ways.
Arngehun's main features were the town hall shaped like giant M, where its two-towered tips were sculpted like two flat-headed mantises; the library that was tube-shaped with a curling inset of windows; and the open market which had covered cloth roofs and a sign above lovingly crafted to show a kindly white-furred maiden, a narrow-headed canine with six eyes.  Viikatappa took her to the market hoping to find some food, and again Shyni's stomach growled for something to eat.
But it all came back to that dinner, and again she struggled for an appetite.  There were fruits and legumes and sacks of grains, but the vast majority of stalls had corpses hanging from the racks.  Dozens, and dozens, of all-female corpses left naked and stripped, surrounding the newcomer with a sweet metallic odour of the freshest blood.  Breasts were chopped off and sealed in platters, arms and legs sizzled in greasy fryers, whilst vorpal knives flensed the skin off a headless lady to offer a shank of belly fat.
Everywhere she looked, she saw various signs offering pieces for adats.  "VIRGIN BREASTS", "GIRLMEAT" and "CUNTBREADS" all blared at her for a taste, and she felt even more helpless than before.  Then there were the roaming eyes, the licking of lips, the calls and whistles at her sumptuous body that made her shuffle quicker up the street, between naked torsos being turned on spits.  Some even showed the heads of their deceased portions, from blind moths to bat-faced maidens, but all of them shared one trait.  They were happy.  They were smiling.  And that somehow terrified Shyni all the more, while at the same time something tingled beneath her belly.
	"Beautiful, eh?" Viiky grabbed her hand.  "All them sweetbreads everywhere you look."
	"They...th-they really just...oh stars above."
	"Hey hey, hey, calm down, caaalm down, you ain't seen the best part!"
	"What could be best about any of this, th-this is just...I...I-i can't-"
	"Come on, this way, hurry!"
The bony rat dragged her through the market and towards an open square.  There she saw a raised podium, where a large bull with a hanging snout clopped around on four legs whilst reading out a sheet.  A crowd amassed in front of him, salivating at the sight of several cages where females had been locked up.
Despite their current state, all of them seemed to be giddy and bounced in their prisons, showing off their naked bodies and pressing their thick rears to the bars to tease the crowd.  Now Shyni was more confused than scared, watching an auction take place when a muscular lady stepped up in guard's clothing.  Her dark-grey skin glinted beneath the sun, her mouth split four ways beneath her golden eyes as she bounced with excitement.
	"And now, our next number," said the quadruped, "this girlmeat is a sanghelli who arrived to Noih six years ago, and made her name as a formidable guardian of several towns.  She's a hard worker who's full of muscle, keeping herself exceptionally toned for the best of primal cuts and not a hint of fat.  The round has been kept supple, and her breast meat is just as vibrant, so let's start the bidding at twenty krats!"
	"What...is she being sold off?" gasped Shyni.
	"Mmhmm!" the ratty girl swished beside her.  "Look how happy she is!"
	"But she...she's going to get, they're talking about her like she's meat!"
	"Well yeah, she wants to be!  Look at that face, how can you say no to that winning grin?!"
The sanghelli was giddy like a girl on her first date, hopping on her large two-toed feet to show her bosom bounce beneath the armour.  She bent over before the audience to show off her thick glutes, a hefty pair of cheeks that clapped together much to the excitement of the betting crowd.
	"Iiiiii hear twenty-five!" the long-snouted bull pointed.  "Now it's thirty, thirty, do I have a thirty-five, thirty-five for a juicy guard rippling with muscle, come on folks she can last a long time in the oven, you can roast her on a spit for a whole day and she won't even die, FORTY!  Forty krats, this muscular meatwhore's just waiting to fill your bellies, look at them shanks!"
He slapped her thigh to make her yelp and giggle with a deep husky voice, before she spread her cheeks wide to show a sumptuous pair of holes that drove the crowd wild.  Shyni trembled between her own thighs and felt a whimper escape her throat, fumbling with her fingers and trying to keep out the dark thoughts.  These thoughts had trickled on the edge of her dreams, little bouts of recklessness that start with jumping off a wall slightly too high, but then grew to exploring dark caves alone, being tempted by shadowy beasts into the woods, or swimming out a little too far from shore.
Most of the time she was sensible enough to not follow those instincts, but here so far away from home, watching that burly creature flaunt herself to a crowd that were most eager to devour her, had given her the strangest thoughts.  Surely they weren't all brainwashed to think this was acceptable, not every single one of the naked girls currently pumping their pussies in the cages.  They moaned and mewled and muttered in elation, with tagged collars showing names as Shyni approached them.
	"Um, hello there," she waved to the meat, "can I ask you something?"
	"Mmmm?!" a hog-nosed fluff-headed beast snorted at her.  "Are you here to be sold, dear?"
	"OH, no no no, I um, I just arrived, and...I've never seen an auction like this."
	"Ohohoh really?" a razor-faced moth stared with two feathery feelers.  "A future convert to the meatdom, welcome sister!"
	"I just wanted to ask," the goat girl rubbed her hands, "you...you wanted this, right?  Be honest, please."
	"Absolutely!  You're really not from around here, are you?"
	"No, I came from over the sea, and I just...this is all so strange to me."
	"Awwww poor thing," the bat-like girl reached for her face, "living all your life in some podunk town and never knowing the true joy of giving yourself to feed a male."
	"But they're...they're eating you," the Taodalian shook her head, "they're cooking you and, and, t-torturing you!"
	"Yes, it's wonderful!  My brother's off being a doctor whilst I'm serving our hometown with my delicious body."
	"And I'm just glad to be useful for once," the moth rubbed her four hands, "spent all my days at the bakery, making the best food I could but...could never make enough to satisfy everyone and then my mom said, hey, why not put yourself up for auction?!"
	"Your...your mother said that/" gasped the newcomer.
	"Oh yeah!  She can't do it because someone has to run the bakery and know all the recipes, but my little sister's taking over so I won't be needed anymore."
	"So you do want to die?  Because it feels good?"
	"Because it's the right thing to do as girlmeat!" the tall-nosed furry lady stroked her breasts.  "We're so rich in nutrients, there's plenty of us to go around, what does it matter if a few dozen females disappear?!"
	"But why?  I-i still don't understand-"
	"SIXTY!" the auctioneer stomped his hooves.  "Sixty krats to the fine male over there who shall enjoy his delectable feast!"
	"OH, time for us to go!" the bug waved to Shyni.  "G'bye girl, hope you figure things out soon!"
	"Or at least enjoy us!" the bat-like's cage was picked up.  "We got sold to Vabernekk's, ask around for him and buy our cuts!"
The girlmeat was soon piled up on a wagon, whilst the guard sanghelli was stripped of all her armour and had a collar snapped on her neck to indicate who bought her.  The once-noble protector showed off her rippling muscles, strong and robust with a beefy gut, pendulous breasts and fat cheeks to make a perfect future meal.  She crawled into her new cage with a joyful sound, then waved goodbye to the crowd who parted, except for the few who won their prizes and followed after the wagon.
	"Soooo, whaddaya think?" Viiky sauntered up to Shyni.  "You gettin' it now?"
	"I...I'm not sure," she shook her head, "they seemed really happy knowing they're going to be...e-eaten."
	"Well it beats drowning, or falling into a cave and no one finding your bones, that'd be a real waste."
	"But not any better, right?"
	"Pardon me," a wispy male voice called, "are you perhaps new to Arngehun?"
	"Oh, yes!" Shyni turned with a polite bow.  "Sorry, I saw the auction and I-"
	"Allow me to presume," he interrupted, "you are having a state of culture shock owing to our prosperous harvest of the feminine meats."
	"Y-...yes."
Standing before them was a tall, thin centipede of dark blue skin with long hairy whiskers, a reptilian head with four jellied eyes that sat on his scalp, and four spindly arms holding books whilst six legs skittered behind him beneath a red velvet robe.
	"I was just observing one of our rich traditions for posterity," he bowed deep to halfway down his chest, "my name is Huutessin, I am one of the scholars of Arngehun's library, where we chronicle the vast history of our humble roots."
	"Ooooh hey perfect!" Viikatappa tugged his robe.  "This guy can teach you all about the area!"
	"I would be honoured, if you would let me."
	"Well," Shyni rubbed her arm, "I am really confused about all this and...I don't know if it still feels right."
	"I understand it can be quite an awakening," said Huutessin, sweeping his hand, "please, follow me."
The two girls headed over to the library, the curling tower with its spiral swirl of windows.  Inside were semi-circled bookcases that contained old volumes of petrified bark, woven together with cord that retold the great epics of Noih.  Some were historical anecdotes, whilst others were fantastical fables that formed the earliest creation myths.  Shyni was enraptured by the ancient works, a vast pantheon of lore she had never known until now.
But the real wonder was the tapestry that filled the entire wall, a magnificent odyssey of the land itself where creatures danced across time.  There was of course the mysterious beginning, that none truly knew how Noih came to be, but what the tapestry did show was the land's culture developing over time, showing half-feral tribes skulking the lands, hunting with spears, then building houses and following a vast river to golden fields.
	"Woooow," Shyni gasped, "it...it's beautiful."
	"Long ago," said the scholar centipede, "when predators were larger and we more primitive, our birth rates were astonishingly high and always favoured females historically, due to a tragically-high child mortality rate.  This was of course a natural impetus to prevent our extinction, a state of evolution among our tribes."
	"I remember father told me, that's why there's always been more ladies in our village."
	"In such savage times, it was all one could do to keep bloodlines thriving.  Families band together, became tribes for safety and so those became villages, towns and cities.  We stopped hunting beasts and risking our lives to grow crops and raise livestock, but there came a problem.  Whilst we evolved, our bodies did not, and without as many deaths our population vastly escalated, food became scarce and conflictst multiplied."
	"But, why?" the goat-lady shook her head.  "Wasn't there enough land for everyone?"
	"Too many creatures ceased their nomadic ways," the librarian pulled out a book, "twould take far too long to roam elsewhere and start up another home, with another field full of crops.  So came the wars over territory, for grains and meat and workers to harvest them, and armies would pave the land with bodies rich just to take those vast fertile fields and keep their cities alive.  Some tales even spoke of armies roasting their own younger recruits in long battles, devouring their crippled soldiers to keep troops alive...even families would feast on their children."
	"That...ohhh that's h-horrible," Shyni clutched herself.
	"But then came one event."  Huutessin opened his tome.  "The Maidens of Wurmja.  A great battle was soon to come, a bloody slaughter near the Wurmja river not too far from here, desperation filled the warriors' souls knowing that if they lost, they would perish from starvation.  But unbeknownst to the fighters, their mothers and daughters, their matrons and medics who begged them to cease.  They had provided a solution to the end of this war, by offering their flesh to feed everyone equally."
	"Wh-...what?"
	"This is my favourite part," Viiky rubbed her hands with glee.
	"The soldiers protested at first," the centipede skittered to a table, "they called out that they could not be serious, but the females demonstrated their earnestness by butchering themselves in front of the soldiers with their cleavers and knives.  There were cooks among them who roasted the corpses, served up steaks and charred limbs to their own family.  At first the males were unwilling, but they soon realised their hypocrisy for what they had done previous.  And even worse, they would be disgracing their family for the sacrifice they made for not eating them."
	"They really...k-killed themselves?" Shyni rubbed her string-harp mouth.  "Just to feed their sons and fathers?"
	"Indeed," Huutessin sat on a long chair to spread his whole body, "the fact the females were willing to meet their end at a butcher's, rather than let their villages suffer, was a testament of such selfless sacrifice, that it soon became a part of life.  The war ended and with the birth rate still unchanged, nothing was truly lost in terms of population decline.  In fact, the new way had actually balanced it out!  Those maidens became martyrs, and that spread through this side of the continent."
	"But how do they...decide?" the newcomer sat down beside him.  "I saw the auction but, where does it begin?"
	"First we decided a lottery," the centipede tapped his book, "for the dregs of society or criminal females as punishment.  But they started to pride themselves for feeding others, and more began to volunteer, even begging to be butchered!  So incensed they became, that they even refused to accept painless deaths, wanting to suffer through a slow cook or even eaten alive."
	"O-oh, what?!"
	"Over generations, that mindset escalated further.  Nowadays there's a whole movement of females who wish to become girlmeat, but of course there are certain guidelines.  None may ever be forced against their will, for no good male would dare risk such capital punishment for such a readily-available resource."
	"You mean to tell me," she pointed outside, "none of those girls in the markets, none of them, were kidnapped or, or taken against their will?!"
	"Not a single one."  He showed her the book proper.  "I assure you, my dear."
There in the volume was the entire story of the Maidens of Wurmja, how they had nobly sacrificed themselves with a barbecue feast of their own bodies to end a vicious war.  All of them were smiling, and the records were written even by a surviving female group who verified Huutessin's words.
	"So how do they decide?" Shyni scritched her head, less horrified than before.  "If you don't do the lottery anymore."
	"Well it's a very important decision," the bug-dragon nodded sagely, "to consider becoming food to serve your community, for example a farmer's wife must consider how many children they wish to bear, before choosing the field she wishes her remains to end up in.  Or perhaps she wishes to be made livestock, milked and bred before the slaughter.  Some of the more distant tribes I recall have a fascinating ritual where their warrior females search for one who can defeat them, and once beaten they rightfully claim her flesh.  Not even pregnancy is an obstacle for any future girlmeat from feeding her own child to a hungry male, before climbing into the oven herself.  Beautiful."
He sighed with a happy shiver and his hand slipped down into his robe with a gentle rub.  Viiky swished her tail and looked up to Shyni, who fiddled with her blouse and muttered something to herself before the little rat sidled up to the researcher.
	"You uh, you need some help there, big guy?"
	"Oh, well, if you're offering," he parted his robe, "I hope it's not too much for you."
	"Oh I hope it is."
The girl from Taodal watched in shock as Viikatappa parted Huutessin's cloth, and exposed a long bulbous length with rippling bulges, bluish-purple veins and a flared head.  She sucked him off without hesitation, or rather used a long tongue from her slitted vertical mouth to wrap round the head and pump it like with her hands.
	"Ohhhhh yes," the centipede-drake sighed, "s-such a good girl...are you hoping to be meat yourself?"
	"Mmmm, yah," she squeezed the glans with her prehensile tongue, "ahm, guh, luukin' fer buyers."
	"Well I know a few folks who would be...m-mmmmph, more than happy to have you for dessert."
	"Ya mind bringin' me to 'em?  Mmmhhh...wanna be guud roast."
Shyni looked on with a drip between her legs, her face reddening like the sun as she saw no one else in the library even care.  She had not noticed it out of some internal politeness, but there were several folks using the hall of learning to not educate, but to fornicate.  There was a giant slug being ridden by a long-haired duckbill behind the history books, and halfway up the stairs, two moths with warthog heads were spitroasting a pudgy saurian with panda stripes.
There had been moments she caught when wandering through town of moving shadows in alleys, or market stalls where someone was bent over in an odd way whilst someone was crouched behind them.  She just thought it was creatures being creatures but it all made sense, how the robes shifted in certain ways and bodies twisted against each other.  Shyni looked outside to confirm her theory, and saw little scenes between houses of beaks stuffed with cock, pussies pumped to dripping, and always, always, the females on their knees.
	"Um....sir Huutessin?" she turned back to him.  "What do you think of...me?"
	"A-aaah, in what way?" he gripped Viiky's head and guided her round his spear.
	"Do you think that I um...I'd be...considered attractive?"
	"Oh my dear, of course you are!  You are very pretty and, h-haaah, dare I say your sumptuous thighs make you positively mouth-watering."
	"R-really?!"
	"MmmYAH!" Viiky pulled off the twisting cock with her slippery tongue.  "You wanna taste?  Come on, get with the culture!"
	"I...should I?" Shyni stepped closer.  "I um, I-i've never actually...d-done this."
	"Whaaaat, really?!"
	"That is very surprising!" Huutessin gasped.  "You're such a comely maiden, so ripe and gorgeous."
	"A-a-ah, nooo you think so?!" the newcomer clutched her face.
	"I think every male would be lucky to taste you," the scholar chittered warmly, "and round these parts, you can fornicate wherever you like, so long as you don't interrupt business, or do it out on the road itself for sake of traffic."
	"Come oooon Shyniiii," Viiky beckoned her close, "let's get your face wet, he's a nice guy, he's smart and helped you out, who better to help with your first time?!"
	"Mmmmm...o-okay."
The goat-girl went on her knees and shuffled close to the plump sire, the turgid length dripped with a milky-blue pre from its flat-capped head.  Neither of them would manage to fit it in their tight thin mouths, but Shyni's harp-mouth could rub along the glans back and forth like a xylophone, as well as control different funnels for different breathing points.  The two girls worked the long shaft, Shyni handling the bottom with a gentle nuzzle, whilst Viikatappa slurped round the head.
	"Should I...grab it, or?" the Taodalian muttered.
	"Let your hands guide you," the insectoid drake grinned, "feel the weight, the heft...the robust length of a well-endowed male."
	"Ohhh...um, I-i can't really suck it though."
	"You are a unique and special girl, I'm sure you can please me in your own special way."
The smaller rodent-like was an expert, her slippery tendril danced around the glans and teased the slit from which porous glue trickled out with a sweet-salty flavour.  Shyni breathed deep the scent of a male, which made her even more wet between her legs before she fingered herself slowly.  She felt shameful, but also excited at this strange new culture, so open and blatant about their desires including the darkest urges of those meatgirls.
Huutessin moaned and stroked both their heads, his long centipede body briefly undulated in pleasure to make his eye-jellies shiver.  Thicker drops of pre drenched down his shaft that Viiky missed, which gave Shyni a chance to taste him proper and get giddy at the flavour.  The fluid slithered past her slits and into her mouth proper where she sucked it down, then slightly coughed at the surprisingly-salty taste.
Her hands trembled with a giddy need like a first-time shoplifter, her heart thudded in her chest and a sickly sensation broiled in her belly.  The tiny tail-tip above her round pale cheeks wagged very slightly when she breathed up the shaft, and her hands stroked down to make Huutessin moan louder.  Viiky kept suckling on the head, coaxing the milk free and turning ravenous for more, but still letting some dribble past for her new friend to share.
Eventually Shyni joined her at the top, getting more nervous with a shaking head as she watched the shrooming head spurt more.  Her mouth sucked up the pre like a hoover as she nuzzled the dick on one side, whilst Viiky licked the other much to Huutessin's bliss.  He snarled with a shuddering grunt, the juice thickened further and his bulbous stalk twitched with the bulges inflating and deflating like small balloons.
	"Haaaah, g-girls, I...a-a-aah, NNNNRRRGH!"
The scholar came with a tremendous shoot, and the first shot made the females pull back to watch his climax.  Viiky let her tongue hang free to get caught in the spray, drenching her taste buds in delicious male milk before she grabbed Shyni's horns to put her in the line of fire.  The newcomer shrieked from the hot drench, her face splattered in juicy cum that matted her fur, dripped down her mouth and trickled into the slats.
	"Ohhhhh, thank you," Huutessin sighed, "that was wonderful...are you sure this is your first time, dear Shyni?"
	"Um, y-yes," she nodded with reddened cheeks, "was that alright?"
	"It was very good, dear."
	"You were great!" Viiky nudged her.  "Pleasing males like a champ, you're a natural like all females!"
	"Th-thanks!" Shyni blinked through the cum over her eyes.  "D-do you have a towel, um-"
	"Oh don't worry about that, you can walk around with a jizzed-up face, folks'll understand."
	"Well I don't want to look dirty, hah, and I can't exactly clean it-"
	"I know how you can."
Huutessin offered one of his long fingers to slide some of the cum off her cheeks, then showed his wet digit in front of her to slide between the slits.  She trembled with a cautious suck, inhaling the seed and slurping it clean with a hidden tongue.  It was much saltier than she expected, but somehow she found the taste so pleasant in its sweeter undertones that she slobbered all over the finger until it was slickly clean.
	"Mmmmm...wow, that...that was nice."
	"And if you wanna do more," Viiky squeezed her close, "we can get plenty folks to teach ya what a female does!"
	"Actually," Huutessin raised his hand with cock still out, "I do have a spare lodging if you...require any?  I've never met anyone from the west side of Noih, so if you would not mind indulging my curiosity in exchange for a free bed."
	"Really?!" the traveller clasped her hands.  "You...you'd let me stay at your place, for nothing?!  ...you won't make me do anything, will you?"
	"Oh, never!" he gasped offended.  "Why would anyone here force a female against their bidding, when all of them are so eager?!"
	"Well...I guess you're right, it would be silly to do that if this is the sort of place.  What about Viiky?"
	"Oh no!" the little rat put up her hands. "I'm not stepping on any toes, she's all yours, don't worry about me!  I got plenty ways to find someone eager to take me in, first in their house and in their belly!"
	"Are you sure?" Shyni patted her.  "I don't want to steal your chance."
	"Naaaah go on, shack up with him, who knows we might end up at the same buffet!  Least I hope we do...I wanna see those big beautiful thighs turn crispy brown."
Despite these words, Viikatappa grinned wide with genuine cheer as she groped her friend's plump buttocks.  The goat-lady eeped with a gentle blush and squirmed on her feet, her face still drenched in cum as her slit-mouth twisted up into a smile.  The drake-centipede patted his leg to have the girls close up his robe, where his cock receded back into his slit before he stood up and offered his hand.

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A week had passed since Shyni took up her new lodgings, where she helped clean Huutessin's house and did gardening in his backyard.  The educated drake-bug had a personal study with two walls of bookcases, and a table for reading at.  There was also a kitchen-and-living-room with a dining table to one side, and a cooking area with an icebox and a furnace with a door, that Shyni cleaned out after meal time.
This was when she grew familiar with girlmeat on the whole, which her new landlord had her cook up every day to help her acclimatise.  The smell at first was unsettling, different from usual meat by a certain bitter crackling aroma on top of the usual meat-heft.  But she could only eat vegetables for so long, and her stomach soon begged to have something thicker, before she would finally relent and have a bite of the flesh.
It was heavenly.  Her mind opened a new chakra even before she added the spices, and without the head of the former female, she found it much easier to separate the living from the dead.  The first time made her feel deep shame for how delicious what had once been a mother, or someone's daughter like her.  Then she started to see herself, that chunky thigh being roasted in front of her and imagined it was her own.
Darker thoughts fogged her vision, and in her own private room with its simple bed and drawers, she fingered herself with trembling urges and squirted a little harder than she had done before.  She never told her keeper this, though he certainly knew from the flushed look on her face and the odd damp fingers she had.  One morning came when she was cooking breakfast, making a delicacy from her homeland that was a set of hardened grain bars that one dunked in a milky stew.
	"Heeeere you are!" she offered a plate with bowl.  "Let me know if it's good."
	"Oh, thank you!" Huutessin daubed them in the soup and crunched down.  "Ohhhh, augh!  Oh that's lovely, good crunch but so moist!"
	"I'm much better with grains and vegetables," Shyni beamed, "I used to have a garden full of those back home."
	"I noticed your dexterous ways with my yard, you've done a marvellous job cleaning it up."
	"It was just a few weeds, nothing big," she sat down with him and chomped a bar.  "So, what's on the schedule today?"
	"Well, the bookstore has my order in!" the drake-centipede nibbled his.  "I'm very excited to near-finish my collection of Hogurrien's Saga, it is most fascinating!"
	"Great!  Can I come with you?  I need to refill our our cupboards with a few things."
	"Of course, my dear, but of course you should let me pay for half of it."
They finished up their food and headed out, him in his red velvet robe and her in her blue smock through the streets of Arngehun.  By now she had gotten a feel for the town layout, where the market stalls were and which ones had the best deals on non-meat products.  She was still concerned by the hanging racks of all-female corpses, but with each new day she became desensitised until the smell of roasted meat no longer bothered her.
This worried her partly, but she straightened herself and just regarded it as another time and another place.  This was a new culture after all, and Huutessin's history lesson while grotesque, was something clearly vital to these creatures.  That, and every single female she had met all smiled with earnest cheer regardless of what comments they received.  First they went to the bookshop, where scrolls and tomes filled cubby holes all around a dusty room in various categories.
	"Hellooooo there!" a long-eared six-eyed tarantula loomed from his desk.  "I was just thinking of you, Huuty."
	"Maars!" the centipede-dragon bowed.  "You remember Shyni, yes?"
	"How could I forget such a scrumptious morsel?" he offered a long spindly hand to kiss hers.  "Mmmm, pleasure to see you, dear."
	"Thank you, sir Maars," she giggled, clutching her cheek, "you're looking lovely today, too."
	"I would be looking lovelier with some extra weight, and a large dinner to help with."
	"Now now," the scholar waved his hand, "she's already busy as my assistant, I've just come for my order."
	"Of course of course, I jest naturally," the spider shuffled towards a row of books, "and how are you settling in, dear?"
	"Not too bad," the girl bounced on her heels, "I love your shop though, it smells so nice and there's so many wonderful choices, can I have a look?"
	"By all means!"
She went to search for a fantasy novel, when she came across a story about a race of crab-like creatures that lived inside a giant ocean within the moon.  They fought for territory within large-bubbled cities, but the main character was a hopeful young tamer of living-kelp eels, trying to find the great secret that would unite her kind.
	"Ohhhh, this is exciting!" she hopped back to the counter.  "How much is this?!"
	"Well it's a second-hand copy," Maars demurred, "I would say four adats?"
	"Oh that's good, I'll take it then!"
	"And here you are, sir," the spider handed Huutessin his book, "enjoy yourself."
	"I most certainly will," the drake chuckled, pocketing his tome, "thank you."
	"No no, thank you for brightening my day with this sweet luncheon of yours."
The tarantula grinned wide from his fangs and leaned close to Shyni, who grew nervous and leaned back when she saw the slight drip of saliva from his mandibles.  They waved goodbye and headed out to the markets, where Huutessin headed back home, and Shyni prowled her favourite stalls before she checked in on a large-bodied lady, whose sandworm head was full of holes.
	"Shyniiiii!" she chittered from her black maw.  "How are you?!"
	"Good thank you!" she patted the stall.  "How are you, Suunur?"
	"Same as always, what are you buying?"
	"I'll have a bag of those, and um, do you have more siilermiks?"
	"We most certainly do!"
The vendor had a wide body with heaving beasts and four arms, each ending in black hedge-clipper claws that clasped scoops to pour grains into small bags.  She was three feet taller than Shyni, her long green dress barely hid her gifted cleavage, and they both could not help but notice the constant gaze of hungry eyes.
	"I must say, you smell delightful!" said the sandworm.  "What's your secret?"
	"Ohhh just some herbs from home," Shyni flicked her hair, "keeps me feeling fresh when I steam them in a tub."
	"Practicing for a future dinner?"
	"Uh...w-well, I mean I do steam vegetables sometimes to bring out the flavour."
	"Oh yes, yes, I was just thinking I could do something to bring out my better aromas, get myself out there on the market."
	"Aren't you already?" the Taodalian spread her hands.  "I love your shop always, it's got the best grains."
	"Thank you," Suunur bowed her dozen-hole head, "but I meant more like, being less a vendor and more of a product, if you get my drift."
	"Heeeeey there," a skull-headed jackal with exposed ribs sauntered up, "how's my favourite meal on heels?"
	"Ohohoh, just as plump as ever!" the vendor waved her claws.  "I was just telling Shyni here about wanting to get out there."
	"Oh you know I'd be first in line," he licked his bone-white teeth, "speaking of first in line, I don't think we've met."
	"Nice to meet you," Shyni bowed, "I hope you're having a-EEEK!"
	"Nice to meat you too," the male groped her behind with spindly fingers, "name's Jyrn, are you owed to anyone yet?  Cuz you two would look lovely together, though not sure if you'd make a starter or dessert."
	"I, I-i-i-i, um-"
	"Oh don't be modest," the sandworm leaned close with her breasts hanging down, "Jyrn here is a wonderful fellow, he ate two of my daughters and now he can't get enough of me!"
	"Mmmmmph I still remember the taste," the skull-head rubbed over Shyni's thigh, "but I don't want to be rude to the other girlmeats sauntering around.  If you're not owed to anyone, how you feel about coming to dinner when I finally convince Suunur to be front and centre on the platter?"
	"Only if you buy all my ingredients!" the stall owner spread her arms across the plants.  "My youngest daughter's not interested yet but she'll appreciate the extra money from my favourite hungry boy."
	"VERY hungry."  He nibbled close with his long teeth then turned to Shyni.  "So what you say?  I'll even fill you up with my own special sauce before I dine."
	"Um...n-no, thank you," the goat-girl trembled and stepped back, "I uh, I-i appreciate the um, interest, but I am not...interested, apologies."
	"Alright," Jyrn stepped away with hands up, "no problem, ma'am, but if you ever get the urge, you can come find me at my address, if you want it."
	"Oh I can give her it," Suunur patted him, "don't you worry, now how about your usual?"
She bagged a few rust-coloured herbs for him as he bowed and gave farwell, leaving Shyni rather shaken by the encounter as she clutched herself and felt that dark shiver in her loins once again.  Her heart thudded against her ribs, and a gentle steam trickled from her knight's-helm maw with rabid breaths.
	"Dear, are you alright?" Suunur patted her horns.  "You seem a bit peaky."
	"I...I'm not sure, sorry, I just," the girl trembled, "I'm still not used to this whole um...meat-girl thing."
	"Awwww, that's okay sweetie, it's not for everyone.  I admit I'm surprised it's not a thing back where you're from, do you not have too many females?"
	"No, not...not really.  We just hunt the wild beasts for food."
	"Well, it takes all sorts, we do that here too it's just that, well, it's so much easier for everyone to just offer ourselves up.  There's so many of us girls that, why not just put a few dozen or hundred on the plate?"
	"Are you not worried of running out?"
	"Ohoh no!" the sandworm waved her claws.  "I've had seven daughters and six of them went in the oven no problem!"
	"It's just so strange to get all these comments," Shyni rubbed her arm, "males keep touching and talking about how delicious I am and...a-and..."
There was a glint in her eye that Suunur recognised as she stepped around her stall, then took Shyni's hands in her scissor-grips gently.
	"It is entirely up to you," she knelt down her thick body to meet her face, "no one can force you, no one will want to.  You have nothing to be ashamed of, if you don't want to."
	"But...and if I...mmmm?"
	"Well if, hypothetically, you did want to, you can walk up to anyone you like, or anyone you trust especially, to give you what you want.  It has always been the female's choice, they may slather their tongues and wag their feelers at us, but we choose first."
	"Yes...we choose."  Shyni grinned from her eyes.  "Thank you, Suunur, that really helps."
	"I'll let you head off now," the sandworm stood up, shadowing her with thick thighs, "have a good day now!"
	"You too!"
With her groceries done, she walked back to Huutessin's house on a longer route to take in the scenes.  Feeling more confident in herself, she wandered through smaller streets between the tooth-shaped houses and grew more aware of things around her.  A large rock-headed reptilian pumped a three-armed eel on the backsteps, whilst two more slurped his huge balls and rimmed deep in his rear.  At a small park with a fountain, a horned red demon with huge muscles and curled horns pushed his mother's head down on his cock, where her sagging crimson breasts swung beneath the bench he sat on.
On the other side of the fountain, a thick beige-green slug with a translucent body pressed an ant with a fat gourd-shaped abdomen to his belly.  Inside were two younger ant-like girls twisting in his gut, groping each other and pumping each other's cloacal vents whilst they screamed in rapture.  Their cries shuddered in agony, but the smiles on their face were unmistakeable as the mother-ant kissed the slug's dripping mouth.
	"Do my girls taste good?" she whispered.  "Enough room for the main course?"
	"Yesssss," he shuddered, "climb into me, whore.  Are you gravid, like I asked?"
	"Positively swollen, my sweet.  Now open wide...and enjoy my family's extinction."
	"Mmmmmhhhhrrrr good girlmeat...I've wanted to devour all you sssssluts sssssince your firsssst litter."
The slug's throat widened like a paper sack, a cavernous maw drooling of thick jade that the mother crawled into willingly.  She stuffed her head through with flattened antennae, her six arms pushed herself down the bulbous gullet whilst the voracious male groaned in bliss.  No one did a thing to stop it, joggers and shoppers merely skipped past or even waved to the slug who waved back.  The ant shoved herself down into the beastly stomach, joining her children who howled in anguish and spurted thick juices from their vents before they cuddled up to their mother.
The beastly male trudged towards the fountain and slumped beside it, his rotund belly now swollen with family as he felt three bodies tumbling in a constant pain cycle.  Their screams were muffled but Shyni heard plenty, despite their cries transforming into one symphony of suffering.  She struggled to look away, but her eyes and a morbid curiosity locked in on the shapes twisting inside the heaving belly.
	"Mmmm?" the slug raised his head to her.  "You like, girl?"
	"UM, U-UM, s-sorry!" she covered her eyes.  "I-i was, I didn't mean to stare!"
	"Ssssstare all you want," he stroked his portly stomach.  "It'ssss where all good cuntsssss like you belong."
A filthy chuckle rumbled from the monster's throat as he heaved his gut towards her, giving her a full view of their decaying bodies.  The daughters screamed less, petering out bit by bit when their arms tapered off, their abdomens unravelled, and their organs sprayed out into a thick delicious meat-slurry.  By the time the mother had cum, she was clutching the half-digested heads of her children that she pushed against her buggy snatch, where her abdomen split into several folds and showed all her remaining eggs scattering inside the gut.
They collapsed like dying stars, albumenic galaxies spinning out into a nutritious meal for their master.  The ant-mother screamed her last in ecstatic pain, feeling the death of her family in one glorious stew of rich molten acid.  Her flesh peeled upwards, her eggs sizzled up never to see the world exist, and her heart melted like an overripe tomato.  Silence came through, until the bubbling churn and twisting pop of stomach juices took over, and Shyni watched the remaining meat float down to the bottom.
	"Mmmmmhhhh," he burbled happily, "you want to be...desssssert?"
He teased her with a beckoning finger and made Shyni bolt out of the park in a stumbling run.  Not just because of the murderous meal she had witnessed, but because for a few moments longer, she started to visualise herself in that same gooey sack melting away with a finger between her legs.  All the comments that came from around her, of lurid eyes and fingers pinching her thighs, made her more curious with a deathly shudder that made her blood run cold and her heart sickly-hot.
Her belly throbbed with churning heat and she struggled not to heave from the guilt-ridden sensation, a small envy in her gut at how delicious the ant family were, and how she must have tasted compared to them.  She was even more ashamed to realise that she was sopping wet, and struggled to fight back the urge to go back and ask the slug if he did want dessert.  The goat-girl sat down under a tree and fought through her urges, grabbing her pussy to pump herself to a climax in order to vent her needs.
It did not take her long, imagining the agonising shred of acid that twisted her skin and peeled her fur, before her bones would melt and bubble off to nothingness.  Every girl was so happy to die, to serve, to be meat for the males.  The longer she stayed in Arngehun, the harder it was to fight how natural it was to simply be Meat.
Once she had spurted harder than she ever spurted before, her fluffy cunt twitching through with a rippling shudder of pink puffy lips, Shyni staggered onto her feet and waddled her way home with the groceries.  Huutessin saw her flushed expression but said nothing, simply smiling at her slow-but-certain assimilation into the new lifestyle.

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Two more weeks would pass, and Arngehun had welcomed Shyni in proper.  After her great exposure to various girls being chopped up and devoured, as well as fucked in the streets, she grew more adventurous in teasing males with her buxom thighs and swishing rear.  More than once the fantasies had taken her, and she started to take a vested interest in her own anatomy to figure out what parts of her were the juiciest.
At first she reasoned that it was an anatomy lesson, a healthy interest in biology and nothing else which was further encouraged by Huutessin.  With her permission he helped make a chart of her, showing the different cuts of her body splayed out and separated for meat gradings whilst they sat in her bed.  Or rather, whilst he sat in her bed, and she nuzzled his cock while on her knees.  His long fattened stalk was covered in twitching bulges and cobalt striations that reached up towards a flat-mushroom head.
	"Now you see here," he pointed to the chart on the wall beside them, "the breast meat is thick and tender enough to be its own source of nutrition, especially if one was...aaaah, becoming a mother."
	"Mmmmm, y-yes?"
	"Should one have time to wait, they can procreate and...mmmmph, then, process an additional m-meat subsidiary in...their womb."
	"Could we even wait that long?" she breathed on his bulging shaft.  "I admit it's getting rather difficult to stop myself."
	"That's just you knowing your natural place," the drake-centipede sighed, "speaking of...would you like me to fill you with a sumptuous offering?"
	"Yes!" the girl nodded.  "I'd love to, thank you, I'm sorry I took so long."
	"No no, twas entirely up to you my dear, but I would be lying if I said I hadn't been champing at the bit for that sumptuous rear."
For how long she had lived with him, Shyni felt by this point that she could trust the middle-aged scholar.  She turned herself round to show off her sweet thick butt, pulling up her robe to reveal her milky cunt with rosy-dark lips.  Huutessin groped her with all four arms to spread her cheeks, and smiled at her thick virgin pucker with its black puffing ring.  But of course he was interested in her femininity, when he bent down his long head and snaked out his tongue to slurp across the puss.
	"A-a-aaah!"
	"Mmmmmhhhh...are you truly a virgin, my dear?"
	"Y-y-yes...haaah."
	"I have not had the chance to deflower someone as beautiful as you.  Mmmmm...imagine how much more you'll be when roasting in an oven."
The Taodalian dripped with an extra throb in her nethers, her thoughts tingling with darkness as she sputtered juices on Huutessin's mouth.  His snout teased around the lips before the tongue slipped inside and sucked on her pink walls, savouring the sweet warm-blooded flesh compared to his cold slippery tongue.  Shyni yelped at the strange sensation, a creeping invasive tendril that flicked against her folds and sucked over the ridges.
Her littlest tail twitched above the dragon's snout, her hands gripped the floor when she fully bent over to give him access.  Huutessin slurped across her sweet holes and even teased her tailhole a little to excite her, but swiftly returned to her cunt and smooched deep between her lips.  She dripped ever thicker and started to push back against him, her body aching for more as he chuckled deep through her tunnel.
	"Haaaaah...a-a-aaaah...H-huutessin, s-sir."
	"Hush, my sweet," he rumbled, "I want to savour every bit of your delicious meat."
	"Are you...d-do you want to...um-AH!"
	"Devour you?" Huutessin bit her rear cheek.  "Whatever do you think I'm doing right now, dear?"
His smile grew as he slurped into her crevices and dove deeper to find her sweetest nectar, suckling like a honey bee with his favourite rose that puffed open wider for him to savour.  She smelled divine to his hairy whiskers that dripped with her juices now dribbling profusely, when his tongue plucked and twisted like a writhing serpent to excite her young voluptuous body.  Shyni groped her bosom with a panting moan, her heart thudded with a terrible blush and she dripped harder at her invasive thoughts.
	"Wh-what...what would you do, i-if I wanted to be food?" she whimpered.
	"Ohhhhh well," Huutessin slurped over both holes, "first I would strip you naked...and invite some friends over to fill your sweet body with rich male cream."
	"Oh, f-friends?!  How many?"
	"Mmmmm at least five.  Have to baste you plenty in milk, after all, then we douse you in your favourite herbs and slip you into the oven.  You'll roast long and plenty, we;ll all sit round the door and hear you scream in anguished joy.  I might not stop myself from cumming a second time just from your face screeching in pain."
	"A-aaaah...haaah, y-you're all so, b-beastly," Shyni giggled with a redder face, "how long would it take?"
	"A good few hours at least," he kneaded her cheeks, "a girl of your gifted size should be three hours minimum...but I like to make certain, so let's say four.  Four, long, hours of your ending life, in exquisite pain."
Her body trembled with excitement before she nearly came, a hot spurt of delicious pre that covered Huutessin's face.  She was ready now for filling as he stood up and grinded his swollen meat against her with its flat-capped head squishing on her cunt.  A steady push eased it in, sliding his girth into her velvet walls that quivered from her loss of virginity.  Shyni felt him buck his slender hips to ease a few inches in, savouring her wondrous form when his four hands stroked over her buns and caressed down to her belly.
He started a gentle rhythm to help her acquiesce, feeling the tight ripples of her excitement and working towards her more sensitive spots.  The bulbous parts of his shaft were extra sensitive, and helped him learn where she clenched the most so he could grind harder against her folds and make her squirt even harder.  His long red robe draped over her legs when he pushed in further, but Shyni decided to give him a rest and pushed back against him to let him sit back on the bed.
	"Can I...s-sit in your lap, sir?"
	"Ohhhh, absolutely," Huutessin chuckled, "come up here, my sweet.  Let me taste your beautiful face."
She sat up on his slender thighs with her back to him, then pushed herself down carefully on the creaking girth that took some effort to hilt inside.  Shyni gasped with a whimpering sob of relief, the feel of a thick cock pressing close to her womb entrance was a divine sensation she had only heard rumours of.  But to experience it herself was another thing entirely, the cockhead fitting snug against her cervix with a painful stretch that made her thighs twitch in a new ache.
	"Mmmmmm...Shyni," the scholar gasped, "sweet mercy you are a tight thing."
	"Haaah, a-a-aah, m-maybe you're just b-big."
	"Ahahaha...not too big, I hope."
He kissed her cheek and tickled her with his whiskers, bucking his hips against her crotch as the steady clap of her meaty thighs filled the room.  Shyni gasped and writhed in his embrace, his four arms fondled her breasts and molested her body everywhere.  He cupped her sweet mammaries under her dress and squeezed them tight to make her moan, his claws pinched at her nipples and rubbed them between his fingers to arch her body in bliss.
Her hair smothered his face with the smell of sweet herbs, which he nuzzled gratefully and took a deep whiff of her innocent scent.  Harder he pumped her, once she opened up a bit more to allow her first-time male in to the very hilt, and groaned at the thickened rub of his bulging penis.  His watery eyes that framed the top of his head quivered with anticipation, his snout twisted to a brief snarl when two arms gripped her waist and he fucked her harder.
The scholar kissed Shyni's mouth, pecking a smooch over each of her harp-stringed frills where her rippling breaths came from.  Sometimes his tongue slithered inside and wormed between the fronds like a thread and it's needle, tickling the most sensitive mouth-parts of the goat-like filly who plapped faster on his hips.  Thicker residue sputtered into her walls and she trembled from his creeping tongue that kept weaving through her face until it touched her other cheek.
	"Nnnnngh...ohhh," Huutessin rumbled, "s-so...close I am to...aaah!"
	"Y-yes, yes!" Shyni panted.  "Fill me, p-please sir, fill me!"
	"As you wish, my plump morsel."
The dragon-centipede fucked to his limit with a panting wheeze that she tasted through his tongue, and soon he came at last with a gritted snarl to flood her depths for the first time.  The girl howled in rapture and gushed her own plentiful seed upon his bulbous meat, slathering it in hot juices that dripped off his thighs.  A few last pumps of the spear made certain to drizzle her insides with his semen, before he pulled out with a shlorp and a thick curtain of jizz from his slimy girth.
	"Ohhhhh goodness me," the drake sighed, "that was marvellous."
	"It...it was," she giggled, "thank you, I...that felt amazing."
	"I'm very honoured to have been your first," he squeezed her breasts, "but even more I would love to be your last when I feast upon these slices."
	"A-AAH, don't tease me like that!"
	"I only tease if I don't plan on doing it."
	"Mmmmph...y-you shouldn't, it...I...how long could it take?"
	"Hmmm?" he leaned over her.
	"How long would...it take, to set up a dinner?  With me?"
	"Ohhhh...at least two days to invite my colleagues, and get the ingredients, and make certain you want to."
	"I...I-i can't stop thinking about it," she squirmed on his lap, "it's haunting my dreams and every thought I have is always about...how tasty I could be, or how I would look on those meat racks."
	"Ask and you will receive," Huutessin stroked down her belly, "just say it.  Say those magic words and I'll arrange everything for you."
	"W-...w-will you...will you eat me...s-sir?"
	"I would love nothing more," he whispered with a kiss, "now, let's get the day sorted.  I'll invite some friends, and you get all the herbs needed for your special night the morrow."
	"S-so we're really...doing this?" Shyni stood up with a dripping cunt.  "No turning back?"
	"You have until tomorrow evening to change your mind.  My friends will be disappointed but understanding, they won't go hungry with so much meat still in the market.  So do not fear what they think, it is entirely up to you."
	"Alright...thank you, Huutessin.  I'll go get the ingredients."
After cleaning herself up, she walked out onto the streets to find some some delicacies for her greatest meal yet.  It was hard to think what she could use, but thinking back on other girls she had served up, she focused on a mixture of hot spices and minty flavours to more accentuate her own flesh.  The thought was disturbing yet all the more exciting, causing her hooves to clop giddily together when she packed her basket full of food, and checked the meat market once more.
Seeing the dead girls with their smiling faces helped reassert her future want, but it was there she found a familiar-looking carcass now dangling from the racks.  A long stringy rodent body with a V-shaped head and the hair flayed off her corpse, yet the meat looked especially thickened by the curing process it had been given.
	"Um, excuse me," she asked the vendor, "is that...that one there, did that used to be um..."
	"Ohh, you knew this one?" a scoop-jawed reptile with three eyes gestured to the meat.  "Her name was Viikatappa, if that rings any bells."
	"Yes, yes!  I-i knew her, she was my guide that brought me here, may I ask what happened?"
	"Well she came to me looking for a job, turns out not many folks wanted someone so stringy except for me.  I specialise in bulking up the more dainty cuntbreads to be more flavourful, so I put her on a regimen to toughen her muscles and attract the crowd who want something more gamey."
	"So she really did...find someone," Shyni clutched her hands, "that's...that's wonderful, I...I'm not sure how to feel but, she looks so happy."
	"Who wouldn't be happy looking like this?" the shovel-jawed butcher leaned over with a wink.  "Speaking of, are you looking to fill someone's oven?"
	"I...m-maybe, I actually just decided today to be someone's dinner."
	"Congratulations!  A gorgeous slab of steak like you, you'll feed plenty with those thick thighs."
	"Thank you," she bowed, "can you tell me what...Viiky's last words were?"
	"She thanked me personally," the reptile bowed with hand on his apron, "she was almost brought to tears for the fact no one wanted to eat her, she spent so long searching but I knew she wasn't gonna find many wanting a thin snack like her.  So when I promised that she'd be someone's food one way or another, she said I was the greatest male she ever met, right before I choked the life out of her."
	"Wow...could I...buy her from you?"
She offered her purse with her remaining money, and he gladly offered her the cured-yet-plumpened meat of her former friend to carry back home.

The night was warm and tender, much like Shyni herself would be as she readied herself for the greatest dinner.  Five males sat around Huutessin's table, she laid between them fully naked in a silver tray with their cocks draped over her body.  She did not care anymore to be polite, panting at one girthy-fluted cock stuffing her cunt to the limit, whilst she jerked off two wormy lengths across her face, and a fourth Y-shaped member sat on top to fuck her tits.
The drake-serpent prepared the kitchen whilst Shyni entertained his guests: the one pounding her pussy had a turtle's body with a fungus head; the two she masturbated were a red-and-blue pair of pot-bellied birds with wattled necks; and the fourth was Jyrn the skull-jackal from the market who grinded his hips on her belly.
	"Mmmmmhhh you're going to taste so good," the mammal hissed, "thank you for inviting me."
	"N-no, problem," she panted from three shafts squirting on her features, "you're all so, v-very, kind, a-aaah!"
	"Not as kind as you for letting us fuck your pussy," said the red bird, "you liking them sloppy fourths?"
	"Yes," the shroom-head spoke deep.  "Still tight.  Still a whore."
	"Mmmmmyeah," the blue avian shivered, "you'd have had a future in a brothel, one of those live shows where they gut you on a spit."
	"Ohhhhh that would be bliss," Jyrn sputtered on her face, "how much cum you think you can take?"
	"Why don't you, mmmmph, f-find out?" Shyni teased.  "Don't be shy, I'm just...going to die for you anyway."
	"Good cunt."  The mushroom-tortoise gripped her thighs.  "Your friend tasted good."
	"I'm glad to hear!  She'd have been so happy to hear that."
The entrée had been picked clean already, their plates showing the scattered meaty bones of Viikatappa including her braised V-skull.  The monstrous males pumped her faster, rising to their orgasm quick in a succession of thick spurts that flooded her already-used snatch, drizzled her tits in thick spunk and washed her face in rich male milk.
	"MMMMMHHH, A-AAAAH!" Jyrn snarled.  "F-fucking whore you like that, dontcha?"
	"Gonna taste so good when you scream in the oven," the red bird panted with a twitching hose, "I'm gonna jerk off watching your last moments, you know that, right?"
	"Yeah cuz you're a freak," his brother chortled, "thanks for having us, we appreciate being here to watch you snuff it."
	"N-no, problem!" Shyni blushed with thick droplets running down her face.  "Are you all finished?"
	"Yes."  The shroom-head pulled out with a fat pop of his long thick heft.  "I hunger for your whoremeat."
	"Wow you're blunt," the sapphire bird stretched his spindly arms, "got any breadlets to keep me going?"
	"Oh, yes," the goat-girl pointed to a bowl in the kitchen, "help yourself, but not too much!"
	"Yeah you have a habit of filling up," the crimson avian jostled his bro, "don't wanna waste her and all."
	"Speaking of!" Huutessin clapped his hands.  "The oven is warmed up, so everyone please carry our meal over."
The males lifted her up with the tray and walked over carefully, letting Shyni feel like a queen on her royal palanquin when they sat her on the oven grill, covered her in herbs that she had personally picked, and then slid her into the furnace before closing the windowed door.  Inside her new cage, she felt the sweltering heat lick across her hairs and bite into her flesh with steaming fangs.  It was a terrifying experience, but Shyni simply rubbed her twat and savoured the coming end with a pumping finger.
She made sure to give a full view for her patrons, stuffing her well-filled cunt that dripped with male sauce like the rest of her glazed body.  The males pulled up chairs and watched her suffer, sometimes reading books or bantering amongst themselves about the local sports or what silly thing the governor did.  The first hour was the easiest for Shyni, a slow burn that was mostly uncomfortable when she felt constant fingers plucking against her skin.
Her flesh pimpled with a terrible snarl of creeping heat, a moist cloud swarmed around her body and suffocated her with a python's grip.  Oddly enough, she started to get hungry despite having eaten an hour ago, which she tried to ignore whilst fondling her tits and rubbing her snatch.  Two of the males watching jerked themselves openly, the red bird and the fungus-turtle who groaned at the sight of her puffing lips, her gasping moans and her twitching thighs.
	"So uh, which part you want?" asked the azure brother.  "Cuz those thighs we're going to be fighting over."
	"We can all have a piece," Huutessin patted him, "no one need hoard the girlmeat for himself, not when she has plenty to go around, I'll divide her thighs amongst ourselves."
	"Good," the mushroom slathered with a spore-shaped tongue, "cunts are only good to fuck, and eat."
	"Why did you invite this guy?" muttered the red bird, still stroking.
	"He's the best bookbinder in town!" the dragon-centipede spread his arms.  "Jorlen and I have many discussions on old editions."
	"Makwerst prints, HEH."
	"HAHAH, ohhhh goodness that travesty."
They spoke on mindless things whilst Shyni started to whimper from the approaching heat, her hairs curled up and died in a slow genocide en masse, follicles snapped off to leave her skin more bare and tasty.  The smouldering flames beneath her grill rose higher, hands of fire curled around her body and cradled her with a soft burning flicker.  It wasn't until an hour and a half into her roasting, that she started to feel panic from her survival instinct still welling inside.
	"A-a-aah, aaaah!  It...i-it's getting really, oh, OW, o-ow, it's hurting!"
	"That is the point," Huutessin smiled at her, "your suffering helps the meat more, provides a new tenderness as well-documented."
	"Also it's really fun," Jyrn chuckled and twiddled his claws, "watching you scream and beg for more."
	"It...it's getting really sore now, m-my hair is crackling up-A-AAAH!  OHHH!  N-NNNNMMMPH!"
Despite the rising pain, something fought against her yearning to live as she kept pumping her pussy, trying to keep in the lustful haze to stop herself from second thoughts.  But regrets still swarmed in her heart, as she thought of Taodal where all her friends would never see her again.  Bykaas and Vuisul would have one less girl to share saucy stories with, Taulsol would perhaps feel some guilt for having brought her to this place, and then there was her father.  She saw her father's face with his sad grin, his sombre eyes, and that roaring flame always behind him.
	"A-aaah...I'm...I-i'm sorry...f-father."  She stuffed her hand deeper.  "I'm sorry...I-i hope you'll forgive me."
	"Pardon?" the drake-centipede bent down.  "Did you mention something?"
	"Y-yes...can you...when I'm done, s-send my skull back to my village?"
	"Of course, dear."
	"Daddy's gonna be so proud of you," the red bird licked his beak, "or maybe jealous."
A dark chuckle rang through the males as they reached the second hour, where the fires grew too hot for Shyni to withstand and caused her to scream in rising agony.  She had cum three times by this point and still thirsty by more, her sobs of twisting pleasure rang out from the oven much to her diners' amusement.  They moaned in rapture, and more than once they could not stop themselves from jizzing on the furnace door to paint the last picture of her in semen.
Her wretched screams filled the kitchen as her flesh baked to a golden-brown, the juices pulled from her body and smothered her hairs flat to expose her bare skin.  The fur crackled up into cinders to leave behind a naked slut, her breasts like two sand dunes that quivered in her suffering.  Shyni shrieked even harder, sobbing with agony and the smallest part of her wanted to beg them to let her free.  But she was too deep.  She knew her place.  She wanted this and had no one to blame but herself.  A whore for meat.  A cuntbread serving males.
	"A-AAAAAAAAGH, AAAAAAAGH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIAAAAAGH!  DADDYYYYYY!  I'M SORRY DADDY, I WANT TO BE WHOREMEAT!  I NEED THIS, I WANT TO BE THEIR MEAAAAT!"
Once more two of the males would cum to her agony, pumping their jizz on the kitchen floor with elation at her exquisite suffering.  Harrowed screams continued through the next ten minutes as her limbs hardened up, her fingers became rigid as her muscles were baked stiff.  She felt her body shut down with a crinkling shudder, her organs bubbled thick before they popped in a rippling splendour.  Her lungs burned from the roaring heatwave until they burst like wet balloons, suffocating her with a caustic mist until her eyes bulged.
Her last few words repeated to a whisper until there came silence.  Her muscles atrophied with a crackling snarl, her toes stiffened up and her pussy lips peeled inwards from the growing tightness.  Her stomach and guts broiled to a juicy dark-red, her heart popped and compressed with all her blood hardening to black, until she was finally dead.  Shyni was now girlmeat, and once the third hour passed, the drake opened the oven with some gloves.
	"Perfect."  He brought out their dinner.  "How does she look?"
	"Beautiful."  The fungal turtle reached with stalk-fingers.  "One less whore in Noih."
	"And one more succulent dish instead," Jyrn rubbed his hands, "don't keep us waiting now, she's teased us for long enough by living."
They moved the whoremeat to the table before Huutessin brought out his knives, sharpening them above her crispy-brown corpse before he went straight for her throat.  Sawing through the neck, her flesh peeled apart with such ease as the last of her breath exhaled from her body, a sigh of relief to finally serve her new place.  The centipede-dragon then switched to a cleaver to crack through her spin, severing the head fully from her body to put it aside and let her watch.
As he promised, Huutessin cracked the legs off then cut the juicy thighs into five pieces each.  It was a beautiful sight to them, her delicious body soon taken apart with the most sumptuous meats doled out evenly, before each of the four guests were given a roasted limb each.  They chomped on the girlmeat's flesh and stripped her skin to the bone, slurping the rich auburn until they ripped apart her belly to expose the heaving guts.  Huutessin scooped out her organs and plopped them on their plates, where the last remnants of her body would be scarfed down, slurped up and squished between hungry jaws.
	"Mmmm, MMMMMHHH!" the bird in red plucked his fingers.  "Huuty, you've done it again, that was amazing."
	"Yeah, so good," his brother burped and patted himself, "fuck that girl was bigger than I thought."
	"And all the more wonderful," Jyrn rubbed his swollen gut beneath his exposed ribs.  "I hope her father enjoys the news."
	"I hope so too," Huutessin wiped the meat from his lips, "would any of you like her remaining bones to make into broth?"
	"I'd love them, thank you."
	"Yes," the shroom-turtle raised his stalks, "grind her to dust, gone forever."
His sinister chuckle like the rasping cavern wind disturbed the other guests, before Huutessin gathered up the meaty bones, and he cracked her ribs apart with his cleaver to share among his guests.  He then took the girlmeat's skull, and washed all the skin away in the sink, then started to extricate the brain matter and clean it from inside.

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Tornoth received a package 2 months after his daughter's departure.  Taulsol was the one to deliver it, his eyes told him everything they already knew as the husky father marched off into his private room, and sat with the box in his lap.  Shyni stared back at him, lifeless and picked clean with her marble skull, the harp-frilled mouth still smiling from the beyond.  He had already made his peace with her after she had left, knowing that other side of Noih had a certain habit towards females.
But where he had hoped to find sorrow, or anger, or perhaps relief from being proven wrong, he found a stranger disturbing emotion.  Jealousy.  Envy.  The life she had led was short but sweet, full of adventure and self-realisation about her true self, where she wanted to be and what she would become.  There was still the sadness of a father who outlived his child, but rumbling deep inside his gut, was another aching hunger.
	"I could have tasted you."  He stroked her cheek.  "Had I known you...you wanted such, I would have...ohhh...ohhh Shyni, my...my sweet daughter.  My sweet...s-sweet, delicious daughter."
He pressed her skull to his lips and breathed a hot kiss upon her, before sliding her head down his belly and towards his lap where something rose in his lap.  A dark throbbing desire from a pair of hefty balls, and a swollen sheath that rubbed within his daughter's skull.  She had finally come home from her last journey, and all Tornoth could do was be thankful, that she still made others happy with her passing.