Dating the Enemy

This fic includes: Cooking Vore, Incest, Preparation, and a lot of character interaction that kind of got away from me. 

Red Raider usually had a casual way of patrolling. He would wander his turf without much rhyme or reason, responding to any problems his computer identified from the sensors placed around the neighborhood, usually wannabe heroes who thought they could succeed where his normal foes failed or idiot villains who thought they could take a piece of his turf as their own. Today though, he was moving methodically, stalking a single target instead of grabbing whatever morsel looked good. His target today was Emma Harper, a 19-year old bunny girl with a mouthwatering figure.
As he watched, Emma waved goodbye to her friends as she walked towards the gate to her families condo building. As soon as the other girls were out of site, Red Raider struck. Leaping down with enhanced muscles and a powered suit, he landed right next to Emma. Her fists were already rising to defend herself, a clear sign of her training, but not enough. With a lunge, the wolf wrapped her in his arms and leapt, clearing the nearby buildings and landing in a park nearby before leaping off again. Her struggling quickly ceased as she realized what was happening, and it took only a few moments for them to reach Red’s lair.
Entering through a back door in the ground, Red swiftly navigated the tunnel network under the streets to a side entrance and took his prize into the heart of his lair. Placing her on a couch in his living room, he stepped back and smiled.
“Welcome my dear, I’ve been expecting you.” He said through a wide grin.
Emma stared at him silently for a moment before she burst out laughing. “You Ass! I thought you were just going to drive me here!”
“Well where’s the fun in that?” Red asked as he took off his costume. Blake Hunter finished putting away his suit as his girlfriend finally stopped laughing. “So, want to see the dinner menu?” He asked as he held his arm out towards her.
Emma’s face lit up. “Oh, there’s a menu now? How fancy.” She responded as she took his arm and they walked down the stairs into the dungeon. At the bottom of the stairs, Blake lead her to one of the holding cells. Inside, a pair of middle-aged rabbit women were shackled to the walls naked.
“Well, I was going to just get one, but the other one was so insistent that I not take her wife alone, so I had to take both of them.” Blake said, gesturing to the prisoners. At the sound of his voice, both women looked up and saw the pair. 
Emma blushed at the sight. “Hi Moms” she said with a wave.
Sarah Harper, AKA Lady Summer, burst out laughing. “HA! So that’s why you hasn’t already eaten us. I was wondering why you broke from tradition Blake.”
Ellen Harper, AKA Lady Spring, on the other hand was less amused. Hanging her head, she sighed “We are going to have a long talk about this when we get out of the resurrection chamber young lady.”
Emma turned her head away, but Blake held her hand. “Oh don’t be a spoilsport Ellen, you’ll ruin our date.” Turning to Emma he asked “So, I’ve eaten these two just about every way possible, you got a preference for your first time?”
“FIRST Time?” Ellen squawked.
“Shhhhh, not talking to you meat.”
“Blake we really do need to have a talk about this if you two are going to be officially dating instead of just having her stay over for a night here and there.”
“Alright alright, we’ll talk about that when you two resurrect, but for tonight I am on a date and if my dinner keeps backtalking me I’ll be very annoyed.” Blake responded with an exasperate sigh. “Emma, do you have a preference for how tonights meal will be cooked?”
Emma thought about the question for a moment before shaking her head “I trust you, you are the master chef here after all.”
Blake nodded and smiled. “Well,” he said “I think we’ll try two different ways of cooking today so you can get a taste for both. I’m thinking Ellen can go in the oven with a nice glaze while Sarah will ride the spit.” As he said that, he opened the door to the cell and walked in, unstrapping the two heroines and slinging their bound forms over his shoulders. Walking up the stairs, Emma found herself captivated at the sight of her mothers naked forms as they pressed into her boyfriends shoulders. Reaching the kitchen, their hands were attached to a pair of chains coming down from the ceiling.
Turning to Emma, Blake told her “So, as a late birthday present for you, I am going to teach you how to cook anthros. Your moms have plenty of experience as meat, so they’ll be able to tell you if you’re doing anything wrong.”
Emma squeaked in surprise “Are, are you sure?”
“Positive. Now, you’ve watched me do this a few times, so what do you remember as the first step?”
Emma thought for a moment before replying. “De-fur the meat.”
“That’s right, now put some gloves on unless you want you own fur to be removed.” Blake told her as he pulled out a gallon jug of Fur-B-Gone. “Now, are you two going to play nice as I try to teach your daughter important life skills or are you going to make this awkward for every?” He asked the prisoners.
Sarah and Ellen shared a look before Sarah responded “We’ll behave, but just so you know we will be getting you back for this the next time we fight.”
Blake grinned. “Only if I’m stupid enough to fight you when you’re close enough to each other to get your power boost going. Anyways, Emma you’re going to need a firm grip to really rub that into them and get all the fur off, let’s start on Ellen’s arm here.” He said as he unhooked one of Ellen’s arms and held it out for Emma.
Emma cautiously rubbed the concoction into her mothers fur, watching with amazement as her mothers brown coat fell away under her hands leaving smooth bare skin behind. After a few moments the entire arm was clear of fur, and Blake re-secured it and pulled down the next. Guided by Blake’s instructions and her mothers feedback, Emma cleared Ellen’s shoulders and upper back, slowly moving further down. When she reached her mothers thick, juicy ass and wide hips she paused for a moment, unsure of herself.
“Go on Emma, you don’t want hairs in the rump roast now do you?” Blake said with a smile, watching as Emma reached out and started rubbing her mothers ass and hips. Ellen moaned softly, and Emma perked up at the sound. Breathing heavily, Emma finished massaging her mothers ass and moved down her legs. Coming back up the front, she found herself kneeling at eye level with her moms cunt. With a deep breath, she moved her hands up Ellen’s inner thighs, rubbing as her mother squirmed under her hands.
When Emma rubbed her mothers cunt, Ellen moaned softly. “Emma... just like that, right there.” Full of lust and confidence, Emma continued her rubbing, lingering on her moms slit for just a bit longer than necessary before pulling away. The sound of her mom grunting in frustration send a wave of thrill through her as she moved up over the abs and towards the chest. There, she paused, the most beautiful pair of tits she had ever seen hanging right in front of her. With a bit more strength than needed, she rubbed all over them, eliciting moans of pleasure in response.
With Ellen’s entire body below the neck stripped of fur, the next step was a quick rinse. Guided by Blake, Emma cleared the chemicals from her mother and left her to air dry. Turning to Sarah, she paused at the look her other mom was giving her.
The lust on Sarah’s face was evident, at her daughters glance she smiled and said “We might have to ask your boyfriend to send a few jugs of that stuff home with you after this date, your mother looks like she enjoyed that a lot more than when he does it.”
Emma blushed as Blake responded “Well of course she likes it better, I’m an evil villain who is treating her like a side of meat, Emma’s her loving daughter who lovingly rubbed her hands all over her body until she nearly came.”
“I don’t like what you’re implying mister.” Ellen said as Emma stood still from the embarrassment.
Blake wrapped his arm around Emma and smiled “Oh don’t be ashamed Em, you should be happy to have such a strong relationship with your family, not all of us are that lucky.”
Emma started and looked up at him, but before she could say anything he broke into a smirk “Well then, now it’s time to baste the meat. I’ll get the sauces mixed while you handle Sarah alright? Let me know if you need anything.” And he was off before she could respond.
Taking a deep breath, Emma started on her second mother, rubbing her down the same as she had Ellen. As her daughters hands roamed over her, Sarah felt a heat building in her. Emma’s hands soon reached her crotch, and Sarah saw her daughters mouth right next to her slit, her hands rubbing into her thighs and her breath teasing her. When Emma rubbed against her cunt, Sarah couldn’t hold it any more, the fire that had been lit when she saw her daughter rubbing all over her wife and fed by the teasing of her hands engulfed her as she cried out. A moan of pure pleasure came from her as her knees buckled, putting her weight on the chain holding her suspended from the ceiling. Emma quickly went to work cleaning the rest of her mother, knowing that the chemical covered gloves on her hands made masturbating a bad idea. Finishing in a few moments, not even taking time to rub against her mothers tits, she ripped the gloves from her hands and started rubbing her clit and cunt. 
Blake came back into the room pushing a cart laden with sauce containers to the sight of his girlfriend on the ground masturbating furiously as one of her mothers tried to catch her breath and stand up properly with Ellen silently watching, a complex mess of emotions on her face. Seizing the moment before any of them could get second thoughts, he knelt down and started rubbing Emma’s cunt. The added pressure drove her over the edge, and she climaxed in the middle of the floor.
Standing up, Blake pulled Emma with him “Alright, since you got distracted I’ll handle Sarah while you glaze Ellen.” Shoving her over towards her mother, he turned over to Sarah with a hose and a jug of barbecue sauce. “So” he whispered to her as Emma collected herself “I take it your family might grow a bit... closer after this.”
Sarah looked back at him and sighed “I didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic about it. I thought you would be trying to keep her to yourself.”
“Well, she doesn’t expect me to stop raping my prey when I hunt, I won’t stop her from having a bit of fun with her family.”
Sarah blushed as he slowly rinsed her upper body “I don’t know how we’re going to talk about this, there aren’t exactly parenting books on what to do if your daughter makes you cum while preparing you for being roasted. And then there’s her sisters, Sandy looks up to her so much she might even want to join but Samantha and Elizabeth are such serious girls I don’t know what they would say...” Blake moved in, his hand covering her mouth.
“Shhhhh, that’s a problem for when you resurrect, for now all you need to worry about is tasting good. Besides, look at them” he gestured over towards where Emma had just given up any pretense of prepping Ellen and was making out with her while humping her furiously. At the sight, Sarah felt a smile form on her lips.
“Alright, I’ll worry about it later. Just, if this goes wrong, could you have a room here ready if Emma thinks things at home get awkward?” She asked.
“Well, I don’t usually take requests from my dinner, but I think I can make an exception just this once.” Blake responded as he finished rinsing her off and moved to dry her. After a few moments the sound of Ellen and Emma cumming could be heard, but no one said anything, Blake focusing on preparing Sarah and Sarah enjoying the sight. After a few moments, Emma remembered what she was supposed to be doing and went back to work, and soon both women were coated in a layer of sauces. Blake unchained Sarah and led her to a counter with a set of restraints in it, attaching her before heading over to Emma to help her handle the anthro-sized oven tray.
“Emma, I’ll handle the oven, why don’t you get Sarah on the spit?” Blake asked, pulling out a bunch of vegetables and potatoes to layer underneath Ellen on the tray. Emma nodded, turning to the counter and pressing the buttons on the side, mimicking what she had seen Blake do plenty of times. As the spit machine rose from the ground, Sarah looked at her daughter.
“See you in a few days sweetie, I hope you have a wonderful date.” She said with a cheery voice. Smiling, Emma pressed the activation button, and the long metal rod entered her mother, who moaned in delight. As the spit advanced, Sarah’s moans increased, her hips humping against the spit even as it slid out her mouth. Fully impaled, Sarah’s hips moved faster as a stabilizer rod slid down the spit and entered her cunt. After a few moments, a moan escaped around the spit in her mouth as an orgasm wracked her body.
Emma turned over to the center of the kitchen where Blake was arranging Ellen on the tray. “She’s ready!” She said excitedly.
With a smirk, Blake opened the oven door and slid the tray in, arranged so that Ellen’s cunt was facing the clear glass front. “Good, now let’s get her cooking.” He said as he walked over. Grabbing one end of the spit, he rotated it onto a mobile support before grabbing the other and pulling the whole setup over to a glass box on the other side of the kitchen. More than 10 feet long with walls laced with heating coils, his spit roaster easily accepted the spit into a slot on the side, and in moments Sarah was gently turning as the heat overtook her.
Emma stared at her mother rotating on the spit, watching as she started humping the spit again despite having cum from it only a minute before. “Does she do this often?” She asked, unwilling to look away.
“Sometimes if I worked her up enough, but she seems more into it now than usual. Must be trying to put on a show for you.” Blake responded.
“... I need you to fuck me.”
“I think I can do that” Blake smiled as he motioned her over to the edge of the room. There he pushed a button and a large recliner slid out of the wall. Pulling his pants off and revealing his massive canine cock, Blake sat on the chair. In a flash, Emma’s clothes were off, and she nearly leapt into his lap. Her pussy was so wet from the preparations that she easily slid onto him, her hips pumping as she drove herself farther down onto his member. Within minutes she came, yelling his name as her pussy juices squirted onto his lap. Feeling her start to slow, Blake grabbed her with both his hands and started moving her up and down like a fleshlight. The casual dominance, the feeling of his claws gripping her ass, and the flood of pheromones from his bodies modifications was like a switch in Emma’s mind, flooding her with pleasure as she was bounced up and down.
Ellen watched from the oven as her daughter got fucked by her boyfriend. Her squeals of pleasure and the jiggling of her ass was hypnotizing, and combined with the heat of the oven Ellen felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure, and when the autobaster stroked her cunt she came. The orgasm left her with her head tilted back, eyes staring at the ceiling as she felt the energy drain from her. As she drifted off, the last thing she smelled was herself cooking, and the last thing she heard was her daughters sounds of delight.

A few hours later, Emma and Blake were curled on the seat. The auto-basters in the machines had kept the roasts moist, and the smell of cooked rabbit filled the room. Exhausted from the preparations and celebratory sex, Emma had taken a short nap, resting against Blake who was on his phone with one hand and groping her sleeping form with the other. Emma woke up from her nap at the sound of a buzzer. “Are they done?” She asked.
“Not yet, that’s the timer for Sarah, Ellen still needs a few more minutes. But I should get the table ready, so you’ll have to move.”
Emma frowned  “Yeah, ok, and then we can have some more sex after” a yawn broke through her mouth “after dinner”
Blake laughed. “Alright sleepy, just try to wake up fully before dinner.”
As he set the table, Emma noticed his phone kept vibrating. “Hey Blake, is that your other girlfriend, whatshername the rat?”
Blake sighed “Emma for the last time, she’s not my ‘other girlfriend’ she’s a wannabe journalist who was kinky enough to say yes when I told her my condition for giving an interview was that I could rape and eat her and upload the video to my website.”
“And she keeps coming back for inane stuff and you keep raping her. I’m not angry, I don’t expect you to be exclusive with me, but I am annoyed that you won’t introduce us.”
Blake stopped and blinked, looking down at her “I still don’t feel good calling her my girlfriend when I haven’t told her my civilian identity.” At Emma’s look he threw up his hands. “Alright, I’ll bring her over when I have free time and you can meet and we’ll tell her everything, happy?”
“No, for that you would have had to tie us both up naked, our cunts pressing into each other as your musk fills the air and your cock slides between us...” She drifted off imagining it, absently rubbing her tit.
Blake blinked a few times. “You are one kinky bitch” he murmured as he kissed you. “I should have known that when you decided to hunt me down in your civilian identity just so I would rape you, but it still surprises me sometimes.”
“I like to think of myself as fun loving and confident, but ‘kinky bitch’ works.” Emma smiled back.
“Fair enough” Blake said “If you’re awake enough to pry into my love life, are you awake enough to get the wine out?”
Emma stood with a stretch. “Alright master, your wish is my command”
Blake growled at that. “Careful, call me that many more times and I might just lock you in a cage not let you go home.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Emma said with a wink as she skipped off to get the wine.
Half an hour later, with both roasts cooling on the counter and the table set, Emma noticed something. “Hey, how come their heads and ears don’t look cooked?”
Blake smiled “That is some preservatives I built into the machines, it kept that whole part of their body nice and perfect so I could make trophies out of them.” Demonstrating this, he quickly sliced off both heads and put them in a machine nearby. “Now by the time we’re finished with dinner, you’ll have a couple of kinky trophies to hang from you wall. I don’t know if your moms will be happy with you taking them home, but I can find you an empty bedroom around here to hang them in to mark it as your territory.”
Emma blushed and squirmed “Ah, you didn’t have to get me anything, my birthday isn’t for another three months.”
“Can’t I get my favorite pet a gift just because I feel like it?” Blake asked, his toothy smile showing his gleaming sharp fangs and sending a flush of excitement through Emma along with his words. Before she could respond, he walked out to the kitchen where the roasts were waiting. Placing them on a wheeled cart, he moved them to the table. As he took his seat, Emma cuddled up next to him and pulled out her phone. As she snapped a few pictures Blake tussled her hair and chuckled “Going to send those to your sisters and ask if they want to be on the table tomorrow?”
“Well, Samantha and Elizabeth would probably get all prudish on me, but Sandy... Sandy might say yes...” Emma said thoughtfully.
Blake tussled her hair “Well, time to carve the roasts. Let’s see, first I’m thinking you’ll like a bit of breast meat, Sarah always has the best tits, don’t tell Ellen I said that, she gets jealous.” He reached over and sliced off Sarah’s right tit, placing it proudly on the center of Emma’s plate. “Now, do you have a particular cut you’d like to request?”
“I’ll carve it myself” Emma replied quickly. Reaching over between her mothers thighs, she carefully maneuvered her knife and sliced out the delicious meat from within. With the two cuts of meat on her plate, she looked over to Blake, who had cut for himself Sarah’s other breast, her cunt, and the rest of Ellen’s rump for himself. “Save some for tomorrow! I was planning on eating leftovers until they resurrect.”
Blake turned to her “It’s the price you pay for having a boyfriend with a supercharged body. I’ll probably eat everything here in two days, maybe three if I pad it out with side dishes. Of course, that just means in a couple of days you’ll get to help make another recipe, either like you did today or by being the main ingredient.”
“If you don’t mind, I would like to try cooking again. It’s very fun.”
“Alright, I’ll go hunting in a couple days. The killjoy do-gooders who interrupt me will be out of the picture for a few days, so I shouldn’t have that much trouble getting some more meat.”
Emma smiled at him and dug in, enjoying the delicious flavors and textures of her mothers meat. As she took bite after bite, all her worries about the future, how her family would react to her new intimacy with her mothers, being a powerless member of a family with four powered members, all of it slipped away, replaced with delicious tastes and smells.