Commission - Grilling Rika
#2 of Commissions
Commission for Rika! Love you, cutie.
Grilling Rika
Eighteen-year-old Rika was never popular. She wasn't popular as a freshman, she wasn't popular as a sophomore, and she still wasn't popular as a junior. Sure, she wasn't one of the girls that constantly got picked on, but she wasn't one of the pretty ones that everyone sought after. She was average, and at least at John Hancock High School for Nudists, that meant she went ignored by most.
Rika looked at her reflection in her locker mirror, then glanced down to check the laces pulling her pussy lips shut. She gently adjusted the length of one side of the bow she'd tied in her lace, then pulled back a stray lock of hair, and then grabbed her textbooks, hugging them against her naked breasts with one arm and shutting the locker with the other, spinning the combination lock as it clicked. She was never much of a stickler for her personal look, and her body was covered in matted fur. She still had twenty minutes before first bell, and rather than waste time brushing herself, she intended to get to class early and get back into her book. She didn't get far, though, before another fennec stopped her in her tracks.
"Rika, I need your help." The new fennec was the always-popular one. Julie's fur was the complete opposite of Rika's, shining, sleek, not a hair out of place, ever. Right now, she was practically dancing in place, shifting her weight from paw to paw as she squirmed forwards, slowly backing Rika up against the lockers.
"What's going on, Julie?" Rika sighed, trying to get around the impulsive girl, but with everyone else around, and Julie's tits mashed against the arm holding her textbooks, Rika was all but trapped.
"So you know about the lit club's trip to England next month, right?" Julie didn't give Rika time to answer. "So we needed twelve tickets, but the prices have gone up, and now we barely have enough money for eight. We have to raise another two hundred dollars, or else not everyone can go! Even with student discounts and nudist discounts combined!"
Rika just held her forehead in her hand. "So, what do you want me to do about it?"
Julie's head bowed a little bit and she bit her lip. Rika knew that it wouldn't be a very fun proposal. "Well, the annual Junior-Senior Girl Grill-Off is in a week, and I thought we'd all go ahead and sign up."
"Oh. Wait, is that all?" Rika was taken aback a little. The grill-off was a school tradition, and it was considered to be good for school spirit to sign up for it. "Well, sure, I guess."
"Oh, thank you!" Julie jumped up and kissed Rika right on her forehead, then grabbed her free arm and dragged her down the hallway to the gymnasium, where the Culinary Club was doing sign-ups for the event. It only took a minute to get there, and another minute to get to the back of the short line to the signup sheets.
Rika pondered, still hugging her books to her tits. "So, what do you think I should sign up? I mean, I do kinda like my arms and my legs, so maybe my tits and pussy?"
Julie blushed as she leaned forward, then gazed down at the sewn lips between Rika's thighs. "Well, you haven't used them before, and at this rate, you're not going to use them anytime soon, so that sounds like a pretty good plan." Her fingertips lightly prodded at her best friend's back entrance, drawing little circles around the sensitive pucker. "You've never gotten fucked, and your tits are very pretty C's." She let her fingers probe inside, feeling around for and finding the girl's prostate. "So weird that you have one of these."
"Hey, virgin for life, am I right?" Rika spread her legs a little and ran her paw up and down over her sewn-shut pussy. "I'm so lucky to be just barely intersexed enough that I developed it." She tightened around Julie's fingers as the other fennec probed her prostate. "So easy to cum from behind with it. My pussy's never been fucked, now it's never gonna get fucked. Alright, then. Tits, pussy, vag, womb, ovaries, the whole bit." Rika actually chuckled at the thought. "I mean, my parents might be disappointed, but really, who cares about having kids at my age? Anyway, got any ideas as to what you're gonna sign up?"
Julie looked down and held her belly with both of her arms. "Me."
Rika took a moment to process that. "Wait, all of you? Ohh, Julie, you're not gonna come with us to Europe?"
Julie just smiled a little sadly and shook her head. "Me and Carol are both signing up that way. It's the only way we can guarantee we'll have enough for everyone else to be able to go."
"You're... just the sweetest darn fox, you know that?" Rika leaned in and gave the other fennec girl a little nuzzle on her shoulder, then added, "I'm gonna miss you." They stepped to the front of the line and Rika flashed her school ID, signed her name, and ticked off the checkmarks next to the parts of herself she was donating to the cook-off, and Julie did the same, but she only ticked a single checkmark.
The week passed quickly for Rika and Julie. They spent their lunches and afternoons between classes preparing for the cook-off and spending time with each other and with Carol, a snow-white catgirl who'd also signed up for her entire body's worth of meat to be donated to the event. All too soon, though, the day arrived, and Rika found herself standing on a stage outdoors between the high school and the noisy street, in front of the entire PTA and school board, as well as trusted members of the community, as her tits and cunt were put up for auction.
"Next up," the auctioneer began, "we have one of our top students, Rika, who has kindly put up for your pleasure her C-cup breasts and entire reproductive system for our dining pleasure."
A single whistle erupted from the crowd, followed by, "you go honey! Woo!"
"Rrright," the auctioneer continued. "Please save your enthusiasm for the bidding. Now, as always, dear Rika's parts will be cooked up regardless of how much we raise, and all bids are handled as donation incentives. The more we raise, the more excruciating we will make her butchering and cooking. I should mention that Rika here is a little special, as she is the first virgin we've had at this event. Now, we're starting the bid at five cents. Can I hear five cents?"
"Five cents!" cried the same voice as before.
"I have five cents, can I hear ten?"
The bidding went on for three minutes and Rika's heart raced as the price on her meat went up and up, finally settling at eight dollars and two cents. Am I really worth that much? she pondered to herself, having expected to raise maybe half that. She stepped down off the stage, letting the next girl in line, Julie, step up behind her. She watched the bidding as ever-popular Julie, having put up her entire body, raised an entire eleven dollars and some cents, just barely winning out over Carol's ten-ninety-five from minutes before.
They looked around at the morning dew-kissed grass as the faire stands were set up, and walked together from the stage, across the grass, to the Culinary Club check-in station, giggling and talking about the almost twenty-dollars raised from just the three of them, and how if the other nine girls also manage something similar, they might just make it to their goal. They're each led over to the reception table where they're shown the method of butchery and cooking they'll be enduring.
The three weren't allowed to find out what their own torture would be, but Rika was allowed to peek at what would be in store for her two best friends. She looked over Carol's recipe plan first, since hers was barely under the 11-dollar mark, and learned that the feline would be given an adrenaline IV drip and slowly flayed alive while expert chefs massaged oils into her muscles, and then once her skin was gone, she was to be gutted, spitted, and roasted over an open flame. Rika's sewn folds grew moist as she imagined her best friend screaming in agony, only to be suddenly and brutally silenced by the large metal pole.
Then, she looked over Julie's recipe plan. The other fennec was in for something a step above the cat. She was to be put not only on an adrenaline IV drip, but an an adrenalin and capsaicin one, and after being flayed alive, she was to be butchered alive slowly, with every muscle being removed until the only things left were her organs, heart, lungs, and brain, and then for good measure she was to be electrocuted slowly over twenty minutes while watching her meat being sliced and sauteed. The image nearly made Rika cum right then and there.
After reviewing each other's cooking methods, they turned and smiled, and shared one last tight hug. "I'm gonna miss you guys so much," Rika groaned.
"Well I won't," giggled Julie.
"Me neither!" agreed Carol.
At that, the three separated for the last time, still smiling as they were led off to their butchery stations.
Rika stepped up onto the steel table and parted her thighs, looking around at the other two stations. Her hands gripped leather straps, as she was expected to keep herself open and out of the way as her body was butchered in front of the crowd. Julie was concentrating, her breathing slow, as Carol just grinned and gave Rika a quick thumbs up.
"Alright, now, Rika, thanks again for volunteering for the show." A mouse senior was standing next to her and expertly sharpening a knife. "I'm going to ask you to keep your gaze forward and not look at the other volunteers or the crowd until we're done, okay?"
"Yes, sir." Rika blushed as she watched the bit of metal sliding across metal. "Thank you for the opportunity."
"You're most welcome," the mouse said back, friendly. "Now, no more talking. Meat doesn't talk, meat just moans and screams for the crowd."
Rika squirmed a little and part her thighs. She stared up into the sky and watched wispy clouds roll past, only for a minute before the mouse wheeled a mirror up in front of her so that she could watch her body go through its ordeal. She watched the reflected image of the mouse firing up a blowtorch, which he held to the sharp blade, heating it up until it glowed red in the sunlight. She held her breath as he drew near, only to let out a little air as a soft moan as she felt his fingertips clasp her nipple and lift the soft bag up. The knife slipped in and bit. Her moan turned into a full-throated scream as pain shot through her body, though it died down quickly as she ran out of breath. She blinked tear-filled eyes as she gazed up and watched the knife work back and forth sawing the breast from her body. One, two, three cuts, and the breast was lifted away, the flesh behind cauterized. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. The breast was placed in a bath of ice, and the mouse turned back to her body.
"Haaah, aaahah," was all she could say, gazing up at the top of the mouse's head as he leaned over and pinched her other nipple. The unexpected pleasure mixed with her pain as her breast was lifted, The knife bit again before she'd gotten a chance to catch her breath, and all she could do was tense up her body and clench her teeth down on her tongue while gripping the leather handles.
Her other breast came free as a familiar voice screamed and echoed in the air as her best friend began to get her torture. Rika panted and shivered, catching her breath as the mouse worked the severed breasts over in the ice bath, wondering what agony the other fennec was in with a bloodstream filling with both adrenaline and capsaicin.
The mouse boy came back and began to rub his fingers up and down over her soft folds, massaging her, bringing a little merciful pleasure to mix in with the agonizing burning pain covering her flat chest. Then, she felt cold metal prodding up under her laces, and she forced her eyes to focus on the mouse's actions, gazing up and watching a steak knife spearing up beneath the laces. Her legs trembled involuntarily as little spikes of pain shot up her body as the tip kept poking into her skin, drawing beads of blood, but the laces tore free without much effort.
As soon as the laces snapped, another scream, Carol's, joined Julie's, and the two best friends wailing in pain made Rika redouble her efforts to see this through. She took a deep breath and sucked on her bleeding tongue. She felt tongs gripping her soft, tender cuntlips, and then the red hot knife was back, filleting her left cunt lip. Her voice joined the chorus with her friends as the flesh was deposited on a tray. Her right cunt lip was pinched, lifted, and sliced away in three smooth motions. Her scream grew quiet as she ran out of air though Julie and Carol continued their wailing. She wished she could be there with them both.
"Alright, sit up."
The command took her by surprise, and she slowly hauled herself upright and stared at the mouse as he started to pound her cuntflaps out into thin sheets of skin and fat. "Sit up?" She asks, breathlessly, heaving from continued pain.
The mouse shakes a bloodied knife at her. "You're to make your way to the fairgrounds in ten minutes while I prepare the main course. You will be escorted back here when I'm ready for you again." He turned back and continued pounding out the soft folds Rika was so proud of into paper-thin sheets, cutting them into slices, and dropping them into a cold bath of ice water.
Rika forced her gaze away and looked at her two friends in their respective torture areas. Carol was unrecognizable, except for her quivering, crying voice, as there wasn't as scrap of skin left on her body. They must have worked quickly on her. She was squirming and shuddering as a metal spit was being pushed up through her cunt, and Rika only had to wonder for a moment how far it had gone before Carol stopped crying and one of her handlers wrenched her head up, letting the rod protrude from her mouth.
Julie was in much worse shape. Her head was rolling around as she struggled to stay awake, even with all of the capsaicin and adrenaline in her body, she seemed on the verge of shutting down. Her cooks were working quickly to butcher her alive before she died, and had already cleaned her arms and legs of meat, and were now working on her belly and breasts. She was reminded of piranhas skeletonizing their prey.
In spite of her wish to stay and watch, a Culinary Club member came and escorted Rika to the fairgrounds, where they had a booth set up just for her. The booth read:
Stick it to 'er!
Needles: 5 cents each
Pencils: 10 cents each
Pepper sauce: Free!
Rika remembered this one from carnivals past, when other girls were given breaks between different butchering or cooking sessions. They were put up on torture devices and fairgoers were encouraged to pay to torture them. She grinned, hopped up on the the table, and put her feet into stirrups positioned like a gynecologist's chair. She watched her friends from afar as people came by, occasionally dropped a nickel into a jar, grabbed a pin, dipped it in hot sauce, and stuck it into her throbbing, singed clit. Every single one was wonderful agony, and her breath caught in her throat every time a new needle went in. By the third pin, she was tearing up and sobbing.
A cheer went up from the crowd watching her best friend as she was reduced to nothing but a skeleton with a brain, lungs, and a heart, and the lights began to dim as what was left of Julie was electrocuted. Rika bit her lip gently and whispered a heartfelt "goodbye" as everyone stopped to pay attention to the first snuff of the morning. Minutes pass and stretch on forever as the lights continue to flicker, and finally, they stop. Julie was gone. Just to celebrate the moment, one of the fairgoers took this opportunity to stab her clit several times with one needle, and then they pushed it almost all the way into her body.
A small eternity later, the crowd cheered again, this time for the death of Carol as her body turned over the open flame. A green light had lit up above her body as a high temperature O2 meter piercing her nose indicated that she'd stopped breathing. Her other best friend was gone now, too. Rika felt a strange pain in her chest, but she ignored it. They should be celebrated, not mourned, for giving up so much for their beloved club.
Finally, someone came up to her and removed all eight pins from her cunt, collected the 40 cents she'd raised, and escorted her back to the mouse boy who had finished brining her tit meat.
"Welcome back." The mouse's voice was clear and professional. "Please take your seat and we'll begin cooking you up."
Rika approached the metal table again and climbed up onto it, turned over onto her back, and parted her knees. Her hands grasped the leather handles as she took a deep, steadying breath. The air felt empty without the pained screams of her best friends.
"Alright, keep your legs spread, as usual, and do not close until you're ordered to do so."
She watched the mouse boy pull a bundle out of a bowl of ice water, something that looked like bulging skin wrapped tightly by twine. Her breasts. Herbs and spices clung to the outside of them. She knew better than to ask what to expect next. Volunteers weren't permitted to know their fate. Only her two best friends would have known what to expect from her. Her heart warmed a little as she thought of them, cooking over the fire, being stripped of all flesh and electrocuted. She hoped their deaths were as agonizing as they looked.
The mouse rubbed the pack of meat up and down over Rika's unviolated tunnel, whispered "sorry," and violated it before she could react. Pain shot through her as her virgin cunt was penetrated for the first time by her own butchered flesh. Despair filled her heart as she felt her lifelong victory stripped from her. She'd kept herself a virgin for eighteen years and had intended to stay that way forever, but now that was stolen away. She sobbed, more out of emotional anguish than pain, but she bit through the pain and growled up at the mouse.
He had started doing something to her with the meat. He pulled it out slowly, agonizingly slowly, causing the twine to scratch at her insides. She squirmed, growled, and kept her legs open like a good meatgirl. He shoved it back into her as she watched and squirmed, realizing only now as he began to piston the breast meat in and out of her body that she was to be fully fucked like this, that her humiliation would not stop at simply losing her virginity. She was to have her first orgasm here, in front of everyone in the school, everyone's parents, her own parents, everyone except for her two best friends. The thought made her cheeks feel hot.
The mouse boy continued to fuck her with the bundled fennec tits, scraping the twine up and down her tunnel. Rika began to moan softly as it scraped at her g-spot, sending waves of pain up through her body. Right as she began to wonder if getting off before losing her cunt forever wouldn't be such a bad idea, though, he stopped with the meat hanging halfway out of her. She craned a little to try and follow his reflection, then slumped onto her back as he came back with a box of bamboo skewers and a wooden spoon. She gripped the leather handles, digging her claws in as she tries to relax for the moment that comes next.
"Heeeere we go," the mouse boy muttered under his breath, as he packed the meat tightly up against the fennec's cervix using the long handle of the wooden spoon. Rika squirmed and groaned under her breath, a whine building up in her throat as her cervix was assaulted. The mouse boy continued to pack the meat in against that cervix harder and harder until, finally, the cervix tore and the meat slipped fully inside the fennec's womb.
Rika was in total agony. The muscles on her legs rippled as they fought against her to close, trying to shut out the violent intrusion into her body. Her unused womb had suddenly stretched to the point where she now looked a few months pregnant with her own seasoned, brined breast meat curled up inside it, and she was watching it all happen in the mirror's reflection. The whine burst forth from her all at once as she let out a bark and a howl of pain.
The audience applauded appreciatively.
Rika blinked several times, trying to clear her vision so she could see what horrors were in store for her next. She knew that sometimes the eight dollar girls survived their ordeals, but she knew things weren't looking good for her. She felt her heart sink as the mouse opened the box of long, thick, bamboo skewers. The ones she'd apparently forgotten about. She whimpered and sobbed in anticipation as he aligned the sharp tip of one of them right beside her navel and he pushed down, sinking it in at an angle. She screamed as it went in, clenching her fists and raising her legs, bending her knees, but still keeping them spread like a good meat girl. The skewer passed through the wall of her uterus, through the breast meat inside, then through the back wall of her uterus, then through her intestines, and her kidney, and then out her back. The tip splintered against the metal table. Rika's lungs had run out of breath a long time ago.
The mouse boy continued his professional, methodical preparation as he grabbed skewer after skewer, stabbing them through Rika's body one after another. The second one went in the side opposite the first, impaling her other kidney. Two more went in above the first two, again impaling her kidneys each time, and the next two went in below the first. Rika was in absolute agony, though nothing compared to the pain her friends went through, she knew, hers would be drawn out for much longer. Skewers seven and eight went in between the top two skewers, forming a little cage of wood inside her body, and they thankfully missed her kidneys this time.
The mouse boy took the preparation of the next step slowly. Rika wasn't sure if she wanted a chance to catch her breath or to get it all over with, but she caught her breath, and slowly forced her tense body to relax. She kept catching herself thinking that there was no way this could get much worse.
She watched the mouse return with a large, curved wooden board, and a two-foot-long sous vide stick. She shook her head.
Rika felt the long, curved wooden pole slide into her ass slowly, stretching her more than she'd ever been stretched in her virgin life. She opened her mouth to cry out, but only wheezed as the remarkable stinging pain caused her throat to seize. She blinked tears out of her eyes and shook her head, watching the mouse aligning the sous vide rod against her back entrance. She drew in a hiss of breath, expecting it to be hot, but it was cold, almost soothing as he slid it inside. She only now realized that he'd been staring at her face almost the entire time, only doing so without using the mirror. They'd been watching each other the entire time. The realization actually made her blush.
She watched him grasp the heating rod with one of his paws and press a few buttons, and she squirmed as the heat began to build within her. It wasn't uncomfortable at first, but knowing that she was about to be cooked from the inside out made her pounding hard only race harder. A smile played across her face as she imagined what her Julie and Carol would be saying if they could see her now.
She forced herself to calm down as much as she could while the rod was still warming up. She took long, deep breaths, keeping her twitching hands loose around the leather handles, until the pain made it necessary. She felt her body itching from the heat. Somehow, the thought of joining her friends somehow made the pain more bearable. She took a chance and hissed out between her teeth quietly, "how long?"
The mouse didn't make a sign that he'd heard her, but over the sound of sizzling flesh, he made his whispered reply. "Three hours."
Rika's eyes closed as she tried to relax, to ride it through, but the pain welling up inside her body only grew as the minutes passed. She choked on her breath, bit her tongue, and thrashed her head from side to side. Her breaths became groans, her groans became sobs, and her sobs became howls. She clenched her teeth and cried as the heat took her. She heard sizzling, dripping, and smelled new cooking meat, and knew it was her own body this time.
Her heart thudded against her breastbone as her body continued to cook. The rod didn't just cook her womb, she knew, it'd cook everything between and around. Between her pained wails, Rika tried to recall her canine anatomy. Colon, intestines, bladder, kidneys, stomach, liver, spleen, they'd all be damaged beyond repair by the time her womb was properly cooked. She wondered if the wooden halfpipe behind the sous vide would do anything to protect her spine.
The pain slowly began to subside as her nerves cooked off, and she found it became a little easier to breathe. Her paws unclenched, her legs relaxed, and she concentrated on the dull itch filling her pussy as it cooked. It was painful, yes, but it felt like an itch that was being scratched, and that was almost... pleasurable. She began to moan softly and rock her hips slowly.
The mouse boy was quick to step back up by her side and he leaned over her, feeling her hot, swollen womb with one paw, poking down at it, while using his other paw to keep the heating rod in place as her hips rocked back and forth, fucking her ass with the thing.
Rika gazed up at him in the reflection, watching him gazing across at her, wondering what his expression was. One of frustration for her sudden humping of his kitchen tools? Perhaps he was concerned for her? Maybe he had a dreamy expression like a boy staring at his crush. She giggled and let go of the handles, reaching her paws up to cup at breasts that were no longer there. They fell flat against her chest, and she reached down over her body and her fingertips closed over her little button, her clit, touching it for the first time since she hit puberty. She felt a paw lightly close over her own and she looked down, meeting the mouse boy's gaze for the first time. She smiled back at him. Definitely a crush.
The mouse boy held her wrist in place and gazed up at her as she masturbated in front of him. He gave her a reassuring smile as she pleasured her cooking cunt while she still could. He didn't know if it would help, but he began to twist the sous vide slowly, grinding it against what would be left of her cooked prostate.
Rika barely felt the added stimulation in her colon, but it was enough to drive her over the edge. Her legs tensed up and she let out a bark as her orgasm racked her body, shared with this mouse who took her virginity, whom she'd never met before. As she came down, she let herself relax, and her eyes drooped halfway closed. She stayed vaguely aware of the mouse as he stood by his oven, attending the meal on which he'd worked so hard.
The two hours passed by in an endorphin-fueled haze. Her heart fluttered constantly, her body twitched and sizzled as her meat cooked. Once, there was a dull ache in her belly as she watched the mouse stick a thermometer into her gut, then pull it out. The next two times, there was no pain, and after the third time, he slipped the sous vide out of her, along with her anus, which had gotten stuck to the metal, and then he gave her cheek a little tap to snap her out of her daze.
"Haaah, wuh," was all the tortured girl could manage to say, but she was lucid enough to squirm and blush as she watched a knife glide across her gut, splitting her horizontally. Steam poured out of the wound and she trembled as her womb and ovaries were lifted out of the gash in her gut. She smiled, and whispered, "fork me."
The mouse boy remained professional in his movements, but she glanced down to see him toothily grinning as he dug a knife into her womb and split her womb wide open, then pulled out her breast meat and unwound the twine. The meat smelled so good. Then, everything went dark.
Rika awoke with a start, and in incredible pain. Something was very wrong with her insides. The last few hours played back in her mind as she squirmed. Her legs were tingling, her belly was numb, and so was everything between her legs. Slowly, she opened her eyes, and immediately shielded them from the sun.
She was outside, surrounded by members of the Medschool Club. Her arms trembled as she tried to sit up, but a firm hand on her shoulder forced her back down to the table.
"Easy there, girl. Easy." The voice was calming and warm, though she couldn't tell which person was speaking behind all their masks, and with her sudden disorientation. "You'll live, but take it easy."
Rika slowly tried to rub her knuckles against her eyes, and managed to very gently punch herself in the face. "I should be dead," she muttered. The effort was painful, and her voice was completely gone. "I was butchered and cooked."
"There's a lot you can do with a donor these days, miss Rika," another voice said. "Another volunteer had requested her giblets be used to replace any irreparably damaged organs of yours. So, you're basically two fennecs in one, now."
"Julie..." Rika's heart almost stopped as she imagined her bestie getting butchered. She had read that her organs were supposed to be left in when she was electrocuted, but when she saw her from the fairground, she was just lungs, a heart, and a brain.
"That's your guardian angel," said another surgeon, who was busy changing her IV bag. "Said you needed to go to England for her, since she couldn't do it herself."
"She would say that, wouldn't she?" Rika whispered under her breath. She relaxed and smiled in the sunlight, letting the doctors work on her. "How long has it been?"
"Couple hours," the first doctor replied. "Keep in mind, you're never gonna be the same again. The damage was extensive, and you'll be on some drugs for the rest of your life or your body will reject these organs.
Rika scoffed, then coughed. "I'll never reject these organs." She continued coughing until someone brought a mask over her face, and then she waved it away once she was able. "Is there any of them left? Carol and Julie?"
"There certainly is," the third voice said. "Your chef saved a bit of each of them, and a bit of you, as well. Though, keep in mind this is a new stomach, so you should only have a few nibbles."
Rika licked her lips. "A few nibbles is all I need."
The doctors carefully lifted her body off of the makeshift operating table and set her in a wheelchair. She looked down at her ruined, stitched groin, running a couple fingers over it. "Might clean up well," she whispered, "with a few laces." She looked up and met the gaze of a familiar looking mouse boy holding three small styrofoam boxes, labeled with an 'R', an 'C', and a 'J'.
"Hi," he said. His voice was a rather adorable tenor. "I'm Chance."
"Hi, Chance," Rika whispered. "It's nice to meet you."
Pained screams echoed through the air as the third round of her friends went through their respective ordeals. Apparently, there was just enough time to cook twelve girls on the first day of the festival, and the entire Literary Club had the day all to themselves. She'd found out from Chance that they'd raised three hundred dollars, a hundred more than they needed, but then found out that they had to share half of it with the Culinary Club, which actually put them fifty dollars behind. She huffed, squeezing the box with Julie's leftover meat, knowing that the fennec would be just as elated and disappointed to hear the news as she herself was. Julie held the leftovers in her lap as chance wheeled her over the smooth grass towards the fairgrounds. A few people gave her catcalls, making her smile. Julie was always the one who got the catcalls.
They came to a stop on top of a small hill and Chance lifted her broken and mended body down onto the grass, then sat down beside her. She rested on her back as he popped open the three boxes and made her guess which meat came from which of her friends. She liked playing the little game, and she got all three right.
"So, Romeo," Rika whispered under her breath again, "when are you going to ask me out?"
The mouse grinned. "When you tell me what you think of my cooking." He popped a little piece of breast meat into her mouth, followed by a labia cracklin he made from her cunt flaps.
Rika tried to giggle as she chewed up her meat, failing due to the absolute wreckage of her voicebox, and she reached out to poke his nose. "Too much salt." Rika tried to imagine how much of her body used to belong to Julie while Chance rolled his eyes and continued to feed her bits of herself and her friends. From what the surgeons said, everything between her thighs and her lungs was replaced, except for her reproductive parts, which Julie couldn't offer, given that they were to be grilled up and already served to other attendees.
As soon as the meat was gone, she said a quiet "thank you, and goodbye," to the boxes that held Julie's and Carol's leftovers, and she fell asleep next to her date.
Epilogue
Rika finally went home, hunched over and hobbling as sharp pains went through her wrecked body. Two weeks had passed with her being wheeled about the school by Chance, sleeping in beds in the Medical Club wing, having her vitals checked again and again. They confirmed that she may never walk upright again, but she was fine with that. She didn't need to walk upright to read her books.
"Dad! I'm home!"
Rika's dad peered up from his phone, sounds of Candy Crush playing from the tinny speaker. "Hey, squirt, where've you been?"
"Girl Cook-Off. They cooked my guts from the inside out."
"Oh, right, your mother said something about you recovering." His eyes stayed focused on his game. "Heard about your friends, Judy and Carol. Why'd ya guys volunteer? Extra credit?"
"Noooo," she let out a long, drawn out, disappointed huff. "Lit club needed funds for the England trip week after next. We almost raised enough, too." She shot a playful glare at him from the side. "And her name was Julie, not Judy, Dad."
"I didn't say Judy Dad, I said Judy. How much more do you need?"
"We needed two hundred, we got one fifty."
Rika's dad put his phone away and looked up at his mangled daughter, and smiled, holding his arms open wide. "Come here. Trade you fifty for a hug."
She hobbled slowly over to his lap and sank into his embrace, shivering as her stitches were tugged.
"You know you could have just asked me for the two hundred, right?"
Rika scoffed. "I know, Dad, but that's totally against school spirit!"