{"sf1_id":6577,"sf2_id":"zeRK4rrm","title":"Kat's Second Date","author":"Bartaugh","words":7265,"posted_at":"2005-07-26T09:20:00.000Z","tags":["Bunny","Cooking","Death","Feline","M/F","NC","Oral","Vore (soft)"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/6577-kat-s-second-date","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/zeRK4rrm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/8a/208aeac8-b1e9-4437-9259-0e36cd436f8a","description":"","content":"UPDATE: I've made a spelling correction (though there are still likely errors) and added  \njust a little bit of extra content in one paragraph.  \n  \nThe original, unedited story exists elsewhere. I'd not mention it except that it includes  \ncompanion illustrations by mamabliss.  \n  \n[http://mamabliss.com/stories/kats\\_2nd\\_date.html](http://mamabliss.com/stories/kats_2nd_date.html)  \n  \n  \n  \nIf you hadn't guessed, this is a followup to \"Kat's Dinner Date\". Only now with male/female  \naction instead of male/male. Male/male events of the past are referenced in passing, but  \nnever directly occur in the story, nor is there any real detail of the events that did occur, so if  \nyou're a male/female only fan, you shouldn't be squicked by it. Or, if you are, just skip  \nthe paragraph, there's not that much.  \n  \nUnless, of course, you can't stand cooking vore. In that case, go away. Don't read this.  \nYou'll be sickened and disgusted, I promise you. If you don't want to read about a psychotic  \nfeline cooking and eating a hapless victim, you do not want to read this story.  \n  \nI used a different writing style for this. I can't really describe it, it's more of a \"know it when  \nI see it\" things. I dunno if this makes it better or worse; I'll need to reread this again in a  \nweek to make such an assessment.  \nI've also not been able to spellcheck it; I'll hopefully be able to get  \nOpenOffice to do that properly and when that happens I'll go ahead and correct any errors here.  \n\n* * *\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat had met and taken in so many lovers over the years that he rarely  \nrecalled how he'd met them. He remembered many intimate details about  \nthem; their physical appearance (both before and after), the sound of  \ntheir voice, the passion with which they made love but it was an extreme  \nrarity that he ever recalled the details of where and how he'd met them  \nprior to taking them home.  \n  \nJames had been no exception.  \n  \nBrianna was an exception.  \n  \nThe first thing that Kat had noticed about her was her resemblance to  \nJames. Her fur, while totally different in colour, had the same general  \ntexture. Most people -- even other rabbits -- wouldn't have noticed  \nsuch a detail; to them her milk-chocolate coloured fur wouldn't have  \nborne any resemblance whatsoever to James's fluffy white pelt, but Kat  \nhad an eye for such details.  \n  \nBut even beyond the fur, there was her face. She was streaked with  \nfeminine beauty, but then James had been a bit effeminate himself. And  \nthere were so many features in common. More than you'd expect from  \ntotal strangers. Their eyes were practically a matched set, and their  \nnoses seemed to twitch in exactly the same way.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And they were about the same height. Almost five feet tall. Probably  \nno more than a coincidence, except that Kat noticed the illusion of  \nheight augmentation from the long ears: how far they stuck up before  \nthey began lopping back down. And it was an amazing coincidence that  \ntheir ears seemed to add just the same amount of height.  \n  \nAbout the only similarity that Kat didn't really consider significant was  \ntheir ages. Well, apparent ages. He'd never gotten Brianna's age, but he  \ncorrectly guessed it to be just two years older than James.  \n  \nIt was because of all of those similarities that Kat didn't act the  \nleast bit surprised when Brianna mentioned a great deal of concern  \nregarding her cousin, James, an only child (quite a rare thing amongst  \nrabbit families) who had gone missing five weeks previously.  \n  \nNot that he made any mention of ever meeting the now-missing lapine.  \nAfter all, she never asked.  \n  \nKat had initially written her off as unobtainable, at least at present.  \nShe was clearly close to her missing family member, almost like a  \nsibling, and Kat doubted that she'd want to get involved in a  \nrelationship or even a one-night stand given her current state of mind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; What a difference a few drinks can make. Not even hard liqor, just a  \nfew light drinks to lower her inhibitions and she'd quite willingly  \nfollowed him home.  \n  \nWhich, really, was what she'd planned to do in the first place. Not to  \nfind Kat specifically of course, but to loosen up and relax enough to let  \nher meet someone and have a good time and do whatever having a good  \ntime with someone might involve.  \n  \nJames would have wanted that. He wouldn't want her constantly fretting.  \nShe'd done what she could to find him. She needed to allow herself some  \npleasant experiences or she'd just sink too far into depression to  \nescape.  \n  \nAnd now, thanks to this charming feline, she had finally forgotten most  \nof the worry, the fear, the sadness that had claimed her life since her  \ncousin's disappearance.  \n  \nAnd it really didn't take long for things to progress from Kat's living  \nroom to his bedroom.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nA kiss. A nibble on her toe. Teeth lightly tickling the flesh, making  \nthem wiggle and curl.  \n  \nBrianna wasn't quite sure if it was the alcohol she'd conusmed or Kat's  \nnatural charm that had her lying naked in his bed. Right now, she  \ndidn't much care; not so long as he kept up the work with his tongue.  \nIt was just at her toes for now, but each time the appendage would glide  \nover her wiggling digits; each time his lips suckled over and tickled  \nher, her entire body spasmed for reasons she couldn't understand. If  \nhis tongue was this good at -- oh my.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A firm lick pressed against the sole of her foot. Lips suckling against  \nthe soft, sensitive skin. Spasms running through her body in response.  \n  \nThat was his tongue sliding along the underside of her foot, heel to  \ntoes -- how well would he preform between her legs  \n  \nShe would have to wait to find out, since Kat was currently just lightly  \nnibbling at her ankle, barely moving on to her calf. The added suspense  \nonly heightened her excitement. He wasn't even working that talented  \ntongue at her sex and already it was tingling madly, soaked with juices  \n  \nA series of light kisses at her calf. The feline mouth opened up over  \nthe thick flesh, and teeth lightly grazed along the skin as he suckled  \non her lower leg.  \n  \nIt took more than five minutes for Kat to reach her knee and trawl up  \nthe thigh, and the building tension was already causing the young rabbit  \nwoman to buck her hips sharply. She reached between her thighs and  \nfirmly caressed her moistened sex, trying to temporarily calm the  \noverwhelming desire that Kat let grow and grow through his slow,  \ndeliberate teasing.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; A firm nuzzling at her thigh, followed by another tongue-tickling. His  \nlower teeth lightly slid over the skin, making her shiver.  \n  \nHe was only midway up her thigh, and it was all that Brianna could do to  \nkeep from firmly grabbing his head and shoving it into place at her  \ncrotch. Minutes passed. Kat's whiskers were barely grazing Brianna's  \nmons, and that was enough to make her cry out from excitement. Her body  \nwas rigid; strong lapine legs were wrapped around the feline's body,  \nlarge rabbit feet pressed into Kat's back, toes curled and kneading into her  \nlover's body.  \n  \nA feline tongue grazed a moist female rabbit's sex. Kat tasted sweet  \nsexual fluids soaking her pulsating labia lips and he simply lapped at  \nthem; his tongue simply tickled over the sensitive and wanting slit of  \nhis lapine lover without pressing in any deeper.  \n  \nNaturally this drove Brianna even wilder.  \n  \nShe moaned and mewled and panted rapidly. She rubbed over her lover's  \nsensitive ears, trying to encourage Kat's purring; the vibration  \nheightening her arousal to mind-blowing heights. She spread her legs,  \nopening her sex up for her lover, desperately wanting him to push his  \ntongue -- and his face -- in deeper.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She got what she wanted, though Kat still moved at a deliberately slow  \npace. The opening of the rabbit's sex enticed the male feline to probe  \nin slightly, tonguetip pressing in and licking along the slit to taste  \nhis lover's inner juices. Kat seemed pleased with the taste, so his  \ntongue pressed forward for another go at it, delving in deeper this time  \nto feel the warm folds of Brianna's vaginal opening against his tongue  \nwhile his teeth playfully nibbled at her mons, tickling and stimulating  \nher further. His tongue curled upwards then drew up sharply, pulling  \nagainst the swollen nub of Brianna's clit, bring it into reach of his  \nlips, which slid over the puffy nubbin and sucked firmly.\\  \n  \nBrianna screamed.  \n  \nWarm fluids washed over Kat's face as his tongue flicked over the  \nsensitive rabbit flesh currently pressed tightly between his lips. He  \nfelt his lover's hips bucking widly, and he pushed his tongue inside  \nBrianna's sex to feel her vaginal passage clenching and convulsing. He  \nlifted his feline face up and licked his lips, leaving the trembling  \nrabbit stuck at the height of her pleasure, waiting for it to wear off  \nsomewhat before he dove back down again...and then he repeated the  \nprocess.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Fifteen minutes passed. Fifteen minutes of Kat licking, suckling,  \nnibbling and teasing. Fifteen minutes of Brianna screaming, writhing,  \ngasping and convulsing in extacy. It was over now; neither the rabbit  \nnor the feline believed that they could handle another minute.  \n  \nNeither spoke for some time. Both were pretty well out of breath as it  \nwas, and the pleasant afterglow really didn't need any words. Kat  \noccasionally turned his head to brush his nose against Brianna's thigs,  \nwhich were still well-scented with her juices. Finally, wanting to  \nbetter snuggle with his newfound lover, Kat slid up to rest his head  \nagainst Brianna's, nuzzling the rabbit affectionately.  \n  \nBrianna broke the silence, feeling as though her lover deserved some  \ncompliment after giving her the most intense experience of her life.  \n  \n\"That was...\"  \n  \nShe didn't get any further before Kat's mouth covered her own, the  \nfeline's rabbitjuice-spiked tongue pressing against hers as he kissed  \npassionately and firmly. It went on for only a few seconds before  \nBrianna forcibly pulled back and lowered down to kiss Kat's neck.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then she kissed his chest.  \n  \nThen she kissed his belly.  \n  \nThen Kat let out a gasp and closed his eyes, just enjoying the  \nreciprocal oral pleasuring from his lapine lover. The female juices  \nstill coating his face filled his nostrils as he felt her pleasant  \ntongue slipping and sliding over his engorged member, her lips bobbing  \nabout the throbbing shaft, her mouth gulping at the spill of seed that  \nfollowed within a few minutes.  \n  \nAnd then they fell into blissful slumber.  \n  \nWell, Brianna did. Despite his exhaustion, Kat forced himself to stay  \nawake, watching over his satisfied lover, preparing himself for one more  \nsurprise for this beautiful girl. Satisfied that she was sound asleep,  \nKat gently slipped his arms beneath her and lifted her up, carrying her  \nout of the bed, out of the bedroom, and down the hall.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nThe kitchen. Kat's kitchen. A massive, impressively-stocked  \ncustom-designed monstrosity of a kitchen. Everything within was  \noversized; the sink, the oven, the refridgerator, everything. Well,  \noversized by most standards. For Kat's purposes, everything within was  \nexactly the right size.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brianna fit perfectly inside of the sink, the basin large enough to keep  \nher from being cramped within as the feline -- after putting on a pair  \nof rubber gloves -- began gently cleansing his slumbering lover. He had  \nto be gentle; usually he drugged those who were given this special bath,  \nbut Brianna was special. She was so peacefully asleep that Kat  \ncorrectly assumed she would not awaken even through the application of  \nthe fur-loosening shampoo, or even the gentle warm rinsing that left her  \ncompletely bald and smooth-skinned in the sink.  \n  \nWitnessing the sudden and complete removal of fur from another is usally  \na shocking sight, creating disbelief that the former sight was of the  \nsame person as the latter as the transformation is so stark; not only is  \ncolour and texture lost, but so is volume as the loss of fur makes the  \nbody seem to shrink rather dramatically. Kat, however, had long since  \nlearned to recognize others by more than the features given by their  \nfur. Despite Brianna's sudden baldness, he still recognized clearly the  \nbeautiful thickness of her legs, the gentle curves of her breasts, the  \nsweet disposition of her face...and, of course, the distinct scent of  \nher sex. It was because of his familiarity with the 'before' and  \n'after' nature of recently defurred lovers that he spent no time  \ndwelling on the rabbit woman's new appearance, and instead he cautiously  \ndried her smooth skin off with a towel, then very gently laid her on her  \nbackside in a large roasting pan.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The pan, large as it was, was still smaller than Brianna's length; it  \nreally only held her from her head down to her buttocks. Kat had to  \nlift her legs up across her chest, bending them at the knees, folding  \nthe young rabbit woman up. From there, the feline completed the awkward  \ntask of single-handedly bringing her arms around her knees and binding  \nher wrists together securely.  \n  \nBrianna was moaning softly by the time Kat started lashing her ankles  \ntogether; the young lapine lass starting to stir at last.  \n  \n\"Guuuh...\"  \n  \nShe wasn't terribly coherent. Unsuccessful attempts to move her arms  \nand legs caused twitching and wiggling, but there wasn't any real risk  \nof her suddenly breaking free. She didn't even really comprehend that  \nshe was trapped; at least, not yet.  \n  \n\"Why's it so cold?\"  \n  \nThe kitchen's cool air against her now bare skin did help to rouse her a  \nlittle faster than she might have otherwise. By this time Kat had  \nreturned to her side; minutes earlier he had left to retrieve a large  \nbag from his pantry. He gently stroked her sexlips with the index  \nfinger of his left hand, making her twitch and squirm even more. His  \nright reached into the bag, grabbing a handful of the contents.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Shh,\" Kat whispered, \"Just relax and let me work.\"  \n  \nBy now Brianna had gone from confused to being slightly alarmed. She  \ntugged her arms, trying to pull them back, but felt that her legs were  \nin the way. She attempted to stretch her legs, but felt that her arms  \nwere holding them back. As she hadn't expected to wake up in such a  \nrestrained position, she was naturally a little concerned.  \n  \n\"What's going on!? Why can't Iuoooooaaah!\"  \n  \nHer words were cut off when Kat's right fist suddenly plunged into her  \nspread sex, shoving in the handful of stuffing. It was a rather  \ntraditional mix: dried breadcrumbs laden with various special herbs and  \nspices. Brianna let out a grunt, then squirmed about uncomfortably as  \nthe dry mix irritated her sexual passage. She opened her mouth to again  \ntry and ask what was happening, but once more she felt herself suddenly  \ndistracted by an invading feline hand as she was filled with more  \nstuffing. At least she was prepared to try again as soon as she felt  \nKat's hand withdraw.  \n  \n\"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!\". It came out rapidly, as Brianna attempted to  \nmake her inquiry before she could be interrupted yet again. She  \nattempted to make the query demanding, but the rather uncomfortable and  \nundeniably distracting sensation of the stuffing mashed up inside of her  \nsex combined with her inescapable sense of panic at her current  \nrestrained position tempered the attempt at implied force.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat didn't answer right away. He slid his hand into the rabbit's  \nstretched sexual passage a third time, making Brianna writhe and squirm  \nonce again as more stuffing was crammed within. After pulling his arm  \nfree, he took the time to lick his fingers before finally giving a  \nrather simple and short explanation.  \n  \n\"I'm stuffing you, silly!\"  \n  \nAnother handful went in.  \n  \n\"Ungh!\" Brianna didn't find the answer terribly informative, so she  \npressed the issue, \"Why...why are you stuffing me? What are you  \nstuffing into me?! Why did you tie me up?!\"  \n  \nKat never ceased to be amazed at the silly questions he would be asked  \nat this stage, but he always humoured his guests and provided as  \nadequate an explanation as possible. Between cramming more and more  \nhandfuls of stuffing into Brianna's increasingly tightly packed sexual  \npassage, he answered her questions.  \n  \n\"I'm stuffin' ya so I can cook the stuffin' and eat it after it's soaked  \nup yer juices. And it's just normal stuffing mix, nothin' special about  \nit. Got some nice herbs in it, but yer juices are what really give it  \nflavour. And yer tied up so ya don't move around when I get ya ready.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brianna was having increasing difficulty concentrating on any one  \nsubject of deep concern as her sexual passage was increasingly filled  \nwith the dry and irritating mix. She tried to think of a response, but  \nfirst realised that she would need to decide upon a statement to which  \nto respond, and even then something beyond what Kat had said was  \ntroubling her. She tried to put her finger on just what that deeply  \ntroubling matter might be, but her concentration was broken every few  \nseconds when Kat's hand once again pushed deep into her. Finally, as  \nthe feline seemed to pause in his work, the rabbit realised the problem.  \n  \n\"WHY AM I BALD?!\"  \n  \nKat was, at that moment, peering inside of Brianna's stuffed sex, and  \nher question was accompained by a renewed wave of squirming struggles.  \nFortunately the feline had already finished his assessment, deciding  \nthat his rabbit lover was filled up as much as needed. He slid his  \nindex and middle fingers along the labia lips for a moment before  \nfinally realising that he'd been asked another question and so, in the  \nspirit of politeness, he answered honestly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Well, among things, it makes it easier to apply the sauce.\"  \n  \nThe answer was less than informative to Brianna, who had no idea what  \nthis 'sauce' might be, much less where it would be applied, why it would  \nbe applied and just why she had to be bald for it. Admittedly, though,  \na little thought would have answered two of those questions for her, but  \nshe figured matters out quickly enough when something cold streaked up  \nalong her left thigh. She let out a shriek in surprise and her whole  \nbody spasmed from the shock.  \n  \n\"AIEEE! What is that! Stop, what're you doing!?\"  \n  \nKat wasn't exactly pleased with Brianna's sudden wiggling and writhing  \nabout, but it didn't make sliding the basting brush along her bare,  \nsmooth skin too difficult so he didn't ask her to stop. It probably  \nwasn't something she could have easily helped anyway, seeing as how the  \nthick gooey mess that he was lightly smearing on her left leg -- and  \nthen her foot, soon to be followed by the other foot and right leg --  \nwas still quite cold after being pulled out of the refridgerator. He  \nwas a bit engrossed in his work, though, and didn't quite notice the  \nquestion when it was first asked. In fact, it wasn't until he was  \nsmearing the sticky mix on Brianna's buttocks that he noticed her  \ninsistance on being debriefed on her current predicament.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Gah! What is that stuff? It's cold!\"  \n  \nKat responded with a silly, and not entirely sane grin.  \n  \n\"It's the sauce, silly!\"  \n  \nA dab of it was suddenly smeared across Brianna's nose, giving the  \nlapine pause as she took in the now rather overwhelming scent of the  \ngooey mix that was being liberally applied over her bald skin. She  \ncould have asked what exactly it was, but her mind was a little addled  \nfrom the sudden rush to her senses and she only thought to try and  \ndiscern the makeup on her own. Honey. There was definitely honey in  \nit. And some various spices that she couldn't quite place but didn't  \ndetect anything particularly exotic about them. And something else.  \nSomething stronger than any of the other scents; one she knew but for  \nsome reason just couldn't place.  \n  \nThe rabbitgirl's pause for pondering left Kat to get her rather well  \ncoated in the shiny mix for the next few minutes. Yes, her body  \nreflexively twiched and jerked about both from the temperature of the  \nsauce and the occasional tickle that the bristles gave -- especially in  \nmore sensitive spots, like the rabbit's pert and erect nipples -- but at  \nleast she wasn't deliberately trying to pull away, nor was she bothering  \nhim with any more pointless questions.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brianna barely noticed the drop in temperature across her body as she  \nwas coated in the cold mess, not noticing the sticky sensation all  \nthroughout her skin. She was too busy inhaling deeply and trying to  \nplace that last scent, the one that continually eluded her mind's grasp.  \nShe even licked up at her nose, trying to taste it, but the blend of the  \nother flavours diluted it too far for her to place the lone mystery. At  \nleast, whatever the whole of it was, it tasted alright.  \n  \nThen she squealed in response to a sudden tickle between her legs. And  \nshe knew exactly what it was.  \n  \nWhat she still didn't understand was why she was tied up, completely  \nbald and being coated in a sticky mess of honey, spices and female  \nrabbit sexual juices. She opened her mouth to ask, but she was  \ninterrupted before a single syllable came forth.  \n  \n\"Sorry I didn't have time to get yer own juices out for the sauce. I  \nwoulda thought to do it in bed, but I was so lost in the moment, and you  \nwere so yummy I couldn't help but lap 'em up. But these juices should  \nbe good, came from a bunny girl 'bout yer age an' I've been keepin' it  \nfresh...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat paused momentarily, remembering that girl. Insatiable lass,  \nprovided him with enough 'sauce' mix to last for some time, even  \nconsidering what he'd used on her in the end. He started savliating as  \nhe fondly recalled the final night he'd spent with her, but he was  \npulled back to reality by Brianna's confusion.  \n  \n\"W...what girl about my age? W...why did you smear this stuff on me?  \nWhat are you doing?\"  \n  \nKat ignored the question. He'd learned not to bother wasting time going  \ninto detailed explanations; they rarely fully believed it at first and  \nthe truth would be apparent sooner or later without any explanations up  \nfront anyway. He simply continued musing, \"Pity I ran outta James's  \nsauce. Mighta been nice to season you with the flavour of yer own  \ncousin...\"  \n  \nBrianna paused, completely at a loss as to how to respond to that. She  \nwaited for Kat to explain further, and when he kept his silence for  \nnearly a minute while he finished coating her skin with that sticky  \n\"sauce\" she finally worked up the nerve to -- very quietly -- ask,  \n\"w...what do you mean J...James...you didn't know James...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat grinned, and it was becoming apparent through the strange twist of  \nthe feline's smile that he wasn't entirely sane. In fact, he might not  \nbe sane at all; he was definitely showing clear signs of outright  \nmadness. The feline asked, \"James? White rabbit? Only child?  \nSeventeen years old when he disappeared? I guess I coulda met another  \nJames who was just like yer missing cousin, but I doubt it.\"  \n  \nHer heart was pounding now, and her whole body trembled from fear. She  \nthought of her current situation, and while she didn't consciously  \ncomprehend the danger to herself, she did realise that the implications  \nthat this feline had met James were not good for her cousin. In a  \nquiet, whimpering and almost begging voice, she asked, \"w...why didn't  \nyou say you'd seen him? W...when did you see him? How long ago? Do  \nyou know where he went?\"  \n  \nKat was finished with the sauce, and was quite pleased to see that there  \nwas enough left over for at least another night. He sealed up the bowl  \nto keep it fresh and answered, \"I never told ya 'cause ya never asked!  \nAnd I last saw him right here in this kitchen, 'bout five weeks ago.  \nHad 'em turnin' over a fire for a few hours, then ate him in the middle  \nof the room. Got lotsa cum from him beforehand, though. Used it all up  \nalready, though.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat sighed sadly. Three weeks earlier he got the idea that the young  \nrabbit male's spunk would be a delightful complement for the flesh of a  \nsquirrel girl not even out of her teens. Turns out he was right, but he  \nused up all of James's \"legacy\" in determining as much.  \n  \nBrianna lay there, utterly shocked by what she'd heard. Part of her  \ndidn't want to accept it, but her current position -- naked, stripped of  \nfur, sex stuffed with some strange substance, body coated with a sticky  \nhoney-based mix -- slowly convinced her that this cat's words, horrible  \nand bizarre as they might be, were truth. He'd cooked and eaten James.  \nHe was a monster. He ate people!  \n  \nAnd then it finally dawned upon her.  \n  \nShe was about to be his next meal!  \n  \nPart of her mind knew that this was going toward a terrible, horrible  \nend. Being stripped of fur should have been the tip-off right away, but  \nher mind didn't want to accept that her feline lover, strange as he  \nmight be, was actually a murderer. There was no denying it now, though.  \nShe'd calmly -- well, relatively -- lay here letting this cat stuff and  \nprepare her to be cooked. He was going to eat her!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Her reaction was fairly typical, if a bit delayed (once it started Kat  \nwondered what the hell had taken her so long). The sobbing, the  \nscreaming for help, the pitiful begging, the futile strugglings within  \ntriple-checked bindings. Those were somewhat amusing, actually, as her  \nmovements jostled around the stuffing inside of her, which led to even  \nmore involuntary squirming. Through one of her tear-filled attempts to  \nplead for her life, the rabbit's voice was drowned out by the loud  \ncreaking of metal against metal. Brianna instinctively turned her head  \ntoward the source of the noise and saw, horrified, the opening up of the  \nfeline's large oven door.  \n  \nThe lapine's terrified sobs didn't actually double in intensity until  \nafter the wave of heat washed over her. Her large, tear-streaked eyes  \nwatched the feline return to her. She again tried begging and pleading,  \nshaking her head and whining, \"No, no!\" and \"I'll give you anything!  \nI'll do anything!\"  \n  \nHer attempts reached the peak as she felt itense heat against the back  \nof her head. She was at the entrance of the oven, about to be pushed in  \nheadfirst. She'd been so afraid or horrified in her life as she stared  \nup at the psychotic feline, still begging for her life.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It wasn't any more moving than the struggles, sobs or pleading from  \nanyone else the feline had put in there. Or who he had skewered and  \ncooked in his firepit. Or strapped to his grill. Or dropped into his  \nfryer vat. Or boiled in his stewpot. And he'd cooked a lot of people.  \nHe'd not once been convinced to let someone out of his kitchen after  \nmaking up his mind to eat them, and poor Brianna was no exception.  \n  \nBrianna tried to wail with all her might as she was pushed into the  \noven, but the intense heat took her breath right away. It also forced  \nher to close her eyes; it was far too uncomfortable to keep them open  \nfor any amount of time in this intense heat. There was, of course, a  \nstruggle, but it was more reflexive and instinctive than any deliberate  \nplan of action. People being cooked alive at over 400 degrees  \nFahrenheit typically aren't that sharp when it comes to devising  \nelaborate escape plans, especially if they couldn't pull one off before  \nbeing exposed to such intense heat. It was more of a random 'tug where  \nyou feel the most heat in a futile attempt to break away from it',  \nshifting from one part of the body to the next, none of the attempts  \never getting anywhere with exhaustion and fatigue setting in typically  \nno more than five minutes. By then consciousness was mostly faded  \nanyway, at least in most cases, and Brianna was no exception here. Her  \nmovements died down as her skin turned a bright red colour and her  \nalready laboured breathing soon faded out as she lacked the strength to  \npull any more of the scalding air into her lungs.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat did what he always did after getting another sentient being over a  \nfire or in an oven or otherwise cooked. He watched, waited and  \nmasturbated. Not to orgasm, of course. Orgasm would wait until the  \nmeal was ready, so he could properly enjoy his release and his dinner at  \nthe same time. It was always a difficult time for the feline; he was  \nimpatient and impulsive, but also insistent upon having his meals  \nproperly cooked. The rare occasions where he had two people in his  \nkitchen were nice, because he could keep one around for pleasure as the  \nmeal roasted, baked, boiled or whatever, but on most nights when he was  \nto dine on sentient flesh he had to wait out the long hours alone. It  \nwas enough to drive him insane, if he weren't already. Knowing that  \nthere was really nothing to do but wait, the feline pulled up a chair  \nand watched Brianna's progress through the small window set in the oven  \ndoor.  \n  \nBrianna didn't expect she'd have the best sexual experience of her  \nlife, the most horrifying experience of her life and finally joining  \nup with her cousin, all in the same night. But here she was, having  \nexperienced the first two already and only hours away from ending up in  \nthe same feline stomach that had digested James weeks earlier. No  \nlonger moving at all, she simply lay peacefully in the baking pan,  \nturning a deeper and deeper red until her body began darkening even  \nfurther to a deep, rich brown colour. Her skin dried out from the  \nintense heat, but the glazing that coated her hardened and prevented the  \nmoisture from escaping anywhere, so it was trapped at the surface,  \nmaking her glisten in a tantalizing fashion. Inside her sexual passage,  \nthe stuffing packed within her absorbed more of her juices -- both the  \nsexual juices leaked out earlier and the juices of her cooked flesh --  \nand began expanding, filling up more space within her until it began  \nrising up to the opening of her vagina. Periodically the oven door  \nwould open and a pair of fork prongs would place another set of dimples  \ninto her left or right thigh as the feline chef who waited to eat her  \ntested the flesh. Each time those prongs sank in deeper and deeper.  \nHours ago, Brianna would have screamed from being pierced in the leg  \nwith a fork. Now she simply sizzled and steamed. And she would have  \ndone that without being poked.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Hours passed. The worst was long over for Brianna, but they were quite  \ntortorous for Kat, who couldn't tear his eyes off of he intensely erotic  \nsight of his lapine lover slowly cooking to perfection. The stuffing  \npacked inside of her had long since begun spilling out of her sex,  \npiling up a bit between her juicy thighs. Another chek, another probing  \nwith the fork. And this time it sank down until the pointed tips tapped  \nbone. Clear juices leaked out freely from the two newest holes.  \n  \nKat nearly had an orgasm right there. Brianna, the rabbit who had  \nsquirmed with delight as the feline's tongue had worked its magic over  \nher clit, was done. It was time to eat her.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nKat gazed admiringly over at his lover one more time. Even without the  \nfur, even with her skin a crisp brown, even with her body glistening  \nfrom the mix of her juices and the sauce applied earlier, the feline  \nstill recognized the steaming roast before him as the beautiful woman  \nwho had held him so lovingly hours earlier.  \n  \nShe was lying on the table now, in the same position she'd been in while  \ncooking in the oven. Kat recalled how beautiful she was as she'd slept  \nin his bed, yet he still felt that her current placement and positioning  \nwas a far more attractive sight. Her limbs had pretty much cooked into  \nposition, and so the ropes that had bound her ankles and wrists were  \ngone. For all his impatience, as much as he'd wanted to sink his teeth  \ninto her flesh, Kat was at a loss as to where to begin. Everything  \nlooked so good: juices slid down her plump breasts and thick streams of  \nsteam rose from her nipples like little teakettles; her feet had plenty  \nof inviting, tender meat and Kat always enjoyed sucking toes off of the  \nbone; each of her long legs had very well-toned flesh on it; her thigh  \npromised many hearty bites of meat before the bone would even be  \nexposed; her bellyflesh would make a lovely steak, and who could resist  \nthe cute little adornment of her navel at the center of the cut of meat?  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then there was her sex.  \n  \nHer cunt. Her pussy. The juiciest, most tender, tastiest portion of  \nmeat on a female. At least Kat thought so. And he'd eaten a good  \nnumber of females, so he should know. Several hours ago Brianna's groin  \nwas marked by a patch of fur lighter in colour and shorter than the rest  \nof her bodyfur and -- after Kat had suitably worked her up -- a  \nglistening layer of fragrant moisture that occasionally dripped from the  \nfaintly visible slit between the puffy pink lips of her labia.  \nThe removal of bodyfur hours earlier had made the mound of her mons  \nstand out much more clearly and a few hours in an oven had given the  \nskin a much darker colour, not to mention a decidedly crisper and more  \ndelicate texture. Her now quite clearly visible labia lips had been  \nstretched open from the expanding contents inside of her with steam  \nwafting invitingly from the moisture-rich tunnel of her vagina,  \ncarrying with it the absolutely intoxicating scent of her cooked  \nsexflesh. The vulva still glistened from a heavy coating of  \nmoisture, though it had a different and perhaps more appetizing  \naroma to it. Juices dribbled down from the sizzling petals of her  \nvulva, splashing down on the pile of stuffing that had spilled out of  \nher. Still more stuffing -- likely even better saturated with her  \njuices -- could be seen within the darkness of her sexual passage, a  \nhint of the virtual feast that was Brianna's vagina.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kat stuck a spoon into the pile of spilled stuffing and sampled it as he  \nconsidered his first course of roast rabbitgirl.  \n  \nIt was nearly too much.  \n  \nKat recognized the taste of Brianna's sexual juices, and the merging of  \nthem with the juice of her meat packed into the now moist stuffing  \nnearly drove him to tear right into her crotch. But that wouldn't be  \nright. She deserved better. She deserved to be loved.  \n  \nHe ate another heavy spoonful of stuffing, then another. His breathing  \nwas already ragged and laboured, but he kept eating it; the taste spiked  \nhis hunger with further arousal. He brought another spoonful up and  \nlooked at it.  \n  \nIt was inside of her. It had cooked within her, absorbed her essence.  \nHe was already eating her, part of her, in eating the stuffing. And he  \nwanted to eat more of her. And he wanted to eat her in a way that had  \nmeaning. He wanted to make love to her one last time, just as he'd done  \nbefore.  \n  \nHe climbed up onto the table, knelt before his roasted lover, placed his  \nnose right on her toes, and inhaled deeply.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nA kiss. A nibble on her toe. Teeth lightly tickling the flesh, then  \nsinking in and sucking the digit away completely.  \n  \nOne by one Kat devoured her toes. He slid his mouth over them, bit down  \nat the base to loosen the flesh, then sucked it away from the bone. A  \nslow, thorough chewing, then he swallowed and moved to the next, leaving  \nonly bony remnants sticking out from her foot in his wake.  \n  \nA firm lick pressed against the sole of her foot. Lips suckling against  \nthe juicy, crisped skin. Teeth pushing up and tearing away the juicy  \nflesh.  \n  \nHe sank his teeth fully into the thick flesh of her large rabbit foot,  \npulling out a strip of meat and exposing the bones beneath. Kat had a  \nparticular fetish for rabbit feet, and he felt his loins aching with  \nneed as he tore more and more of the juicy flesh of her foot away,  \ngulping down mouthful after mouthful until only a loosely hanging  \ncollection of bones remained.  \n  \nA series of light kisses at her calf. The feline mouth opened up over  \nthe thick flesh, and teeth pressed in firmly as he stripped out the  \nmeat.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Even her lower legs were nicely-fleshed, and it took several bites  \nbefore he could reveal bone in any single spot as he worked his way up  \nalong the steaming limb. It was too much to eat all at once, but the  \nlower leg was well pockmarked by the time he reached the knee.  \n  \nA firm nuzzling at her thigh, followed by another tongue-tickling. His  \nlower teeth sank into the tender flesh, then his upper teeth bit in as  \nwell.  \n  \nKat pulled out a thick hunk from Brianna's thigh. He chewed, swallowed,  \nand went back for seconds. The meat was just slightly more tender than  \nher calf had been, but well more that twice as thick. He ate out long  \nstrips of thighmeat and still saw no sign of the bone beneath the flesh.  \nHe couldn't bring himself to stop and eat it all however. The scent was  \ntoo powerful. Her scent. The scent of her arousal, now cooked to  \nperfection. The scent was driving him insane, stronger and stronger.  \nHis nose brushed her sex and he inhaled, utterly overpowered by it.  \n  \nA feline tongue grazed a moist female rabbit's sex. Kat tasted tangy  \nsexual fluids soaking her crisp cooked labia lips and he simply lapped  \nat them; his tongue simply tickled over the hot and steaming slit of his  \nlapine lover without pressing in any deeper.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Brianna couldn't guide him this time. Kat was on his own to make this  \nlovemaking session perfection. And he knew exactly how to do it.  \n  \nHe pushed his feline muzzle into her stretched sexual opening, his  \ntongue extending to lap at the stuffing inside, pulling more than he  \nexpected into his mouth, devouring all that he could reach. He drew  \nback and opened his mouth up, pressing his lips on her vulva; his upper  \nteeth were poised just below the puffy nubbin of her clit. He sank in,  \ntearing into the tender meat, pulling the flesh of her outer sex into  \nhis mouth. He again nearly orgasmed as he tasted the mix of intimate  \nmeat and juices hitting his tongue all at once, but he forced himself to  \nchew slowly so that none of Brianna's exquisite flavour would be wasted.  \nAnd then he swallowed. He felt the hot flesh that had been Brianna's  \ncunt sliding down his throat and warming his stomach. After only the  \nbriefest of pauses he snapped up her clitoris, sucking on it alone,  \nplaying with it against his tongue before chewing up the little nub of  \nflesh and swallowing it with the rest.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Then he opened up again, sank his teeth into the next layer of her  \nvagina, and began chewing. Layer by layer the ravenous feline slowly  \ndevoured his lover's genital flesh, eventually tasting her juices along  \nwith the meat as he pulled in the stuffing with subsequent bites. His  \nheart pounded from the excitement, his facefur dripped with her juices,  \nhis nostrils flared from the scent, and his tongue kept working to pull  \nmore and more of that meat into his mouth until finally, after many  \nminutes of eating yet not nearly enough time for the cat, his teeth  \nscraped pelvic bone.  \n  \nIt was over. Brianna's love tunnel was no more. Kat very slowly lifted  \nhimself up, still shaking, and licked what he could from his face.  \n  \nHe'd made quite a mess, and there was still so much more to eat. Still,  \nhungry as he was Kat had another, more urgent, matter to attend.  \n  \nKat caressed his lover's cheek. Brianna's mouth remained open from her  \nfinal attempt at a gasp, and Kat thought she'd hardly mind giving him  \none last act of pleasure. Especially after the show of tenderness and  \naffection from his previous course. He straddled her head, turned so  \nthat he could look over the remains of her body, and slowly lowered his  \ncock into her steaming muzzle.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She was hot. Almost painfully hot. But Kat had experienced worse, and  \nshe had cooled to the point where there was no risk of injury. She  \ncouldn't suck properly anymore, but she didn't need to do that anyway.  \nThe warmth of her body, the grease slickening her tongue and mouth and  \nthroat, the scent of her meat in Kat's nostrils; those were enough to  \nsatisfy the feline's arousal.  \n  \nKat leaned forward to nibble lightly at Brianna's left wrist while his  \ncock pushed its way into the rabbit's steaming throat. As he felt a  \nsudden spike in his pleasure, he took a firm bite out of her arm, then  \nripped out a strip of meat when his hips began pounding fiercely. The  \nfeline braced himself, building up a good rythim, slurping each finger  \noff of the bone one by one as he let himself work up properly. After  \nsnacking upon all five digits, Kat let himself let go, shuddering and  \nspasming atop his roasted lover, filling her throat with his seed as he  \ntore away meat from the palm of her hand.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nIt was late. Kat wasn't sure how late, but he was relatively certain  \nthat he'd be witnessing sunrise if he went back upstairs. Not that he  \nwanted to venture up there. He was far too comfortable on his kitchen  \ntable, cuddling against his golden brown lover, feeling himself drift  \noff to sleep.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He'd eaten her right breast. It was soft, fatty, with a pudding-like  \ntexture. Some people might not have found it appetizing; for Kat, it  \nwas an acquired taste and he wouldn't miss it for the world. For him,  \nlicking over the erect, stiff nipple, then opening wide and eating the  \nflesh on which it rested was not an experience to skip. It may not have  \nbeen as intense as burying his head between her legs and munching until  \nhe hit bone, but it was still an intimate way for him to be closer to  \nhis lover.  \n  \nNow he was full. There was still plenty of meat to eat in the morning.  \nHe'd probably eat her other breast, and carve a steak from her belly,  \nfor starters. For now, he was going to rest and sleep off tonight's  \nportion. He leaned in and kissed his lapine lover on the cheek, then  \nsucked away meat until part of her skull was exposed. He drifted off to  \nsleep lightly nibbling on her neck.  \n  \nLiterally.  \n  \n\n"}