Ebony- 3ft creature with large, droopy ears, ivory skin, a large mouth vertically down her center, and 4-fingered hands and 3-toed feet. She is a the chosen of an old one known as the Hungerer, is in a constant state of hunger, feeds off of others as they eat, and her limbs are more like tendrils. She is a cook, preparing and making meals to feed people and animals so she can feed, and cannot die unless her old one does not want her to live again.
Emiko- Artist emikochan has volunteered herself to be Ebony's meat ingredient for a skewered meat dish.

// Part One//
"I use three knives as my main cooking utensils, but, sometimes, I use other pieces of equipment. This," Ebony said as she pointed out the large stainless steel rod, "is my unspoken fourth." She added as she walked around it.

Emiko smiled as she watched the cook examine and admire the rod. "And you're going to live-cook me with it?"

The rod was not very intimidating, standing straight as it was, but it did not leave much to the imagination of what would happen to Emiko.

"The client asked for a whole human sow, live and edible, and lightly coated in soy with the brain exposed and seasoned with lemon and soy and a splash of sake." Ebony informed as she made sure the rod was in place.

Less than three feet tall itself, the rod was mounted to the ground and virtually immovable, and it was easy to see that Emiko would not be able to be impaled unless she sat down in a cross-legged fashion.

"So that's why the table is VIP only." Emiko noted.

Ebony looked up at her and nodded. "Yep! Gutting, cleaning, preparations, stuffing, and serving are all done here, and video taped upon request." She added before producing a menu from under the bench of the table. "But this is the only VIP room, since it's too far away for me to benefit from." She explained.

The table was built with a small charcoal grill in front of and behind where the meat would be impaled, a small selection of condiments and toppings available, and a bench to the left and right of the meat for up to three people on each to sit comfortably.

Currently, it was all covered in thick plastic to keep it clean and fresh for when the clients came in, the polished smooth wood nearly reflective, and the grills empty of fuel but available in rough paper bags.

"Would you like something to eat before we start? Rice, pudding, pasta, and rolls would be excellent pre-stuffing, along with corn, potatoes, and dumpling for your soon-to-be empty chest cavity." Ebony offered with a cheerful smile and causal tone.

Not being human, but once being human and now something more, Ebony wanted her meat, animal or human or otherwise, to be comfortable before being slain. Cloning, something she knew Emiko known to do often, did nothing to stop Ebony's moral code.

She did not kill unless the meat was happy, willing, and fulfilled. She was not a murderer, a killer, or an executioner or anything of the such.

She was a chef, her passion and purpose to cook, and she enjoyed nothing more than feeding other people.

Emiko smiled and nodded. "Rice and dumplings sound good." She said, and so Ebony began preparing this Emiko's last mean.
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The process began with anal gutting, the length of intestines being tied off every eight inches into a sausages to be filled later, and the meat laying on her belly with her legs weakly holding her like jelly.

Emiko's head was on its side, tongue lollin out of her mouth and breathing heavily. There was a mess of juices on the floor and along her legs, as well as some blood, from the orgasmic pleasure she had just experienced under the skilled and practiced hands of her cook.

"Warm water comes next, and then you get to mount the rod." Ebony said. "You just rest there for a bit Emiko, and I'll get the water barrel and bucket." She added leaving for the kitchen.

She returned a few minutes later with two metal oil barrel on wheels, a hose with five ridges on it (each one larger as they got further from the end of the hose), and a 5 gallon polypropylene plastic bucket with a head harness attached to it.

First, Ebony climbed onto the table and fixed the harness and bucket to Emiko's head; she was recovered enough to sit up and help the smaller chef as needed.

Next, the hose was anally inserted into Emiko, one ridge at a time, until the fourth one, and then it was screwed into the bottom of the barrel.

Finally, Emiko laid on her side on the table, one leg on top of the other, and her upper body turned so she could, put simply, vomit into the bucket her head harness was attached to.

And then Ebony turned it on and let the water flow from the hose into Emiko's body, and out of her mouth and into the bucket.

As the water flowed, Ebony did massage Emiko to help the water clean her body out. She had to turn the water off for a minute, remove the harness, slide her arm into Emiko's mouth and down her throat, reaching around until she was able to turn her partially inside out (stomach and esophagus), and then turned the water back on.

The flow was better, although the choking and gutting and inside-out-turning caused Emiko to pass out for several minutes... after Ebony was done cleaning her and massaging the stomach and esophagus for a side dish.

"Wh... -cough-" Emiko began, but had to stop and start coughing.

Ebony was quick to come to her aid and helped her, placing her hands and feet on Emiko's chest to help compress and force her to take deep breaths.

When the coughing stopped, and Emiko began breathing normally again, Ebony looked at her with a concerned expression. "Feeling better?" She asked.

The dark skinned woman nodded and tried to steady herself on the table with one arm as she held her throat with her free hand. "I think so..."

Ebony smiled then. "Okay! Take a few minutes to recover while I put these away and get the stuffing. You can lay down if you want." She said.
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Several minutes later, Ebony returned with three bowls of stuffing, a folding table tray, and a selection of bottles of sauces. The bowls were for oral insertion with the table allowing for easy access, but the bottles were in three: one for drinking to keep the stuffing moist, one for rubbing into the skin, and the last one was unique.

Ebony picked up the two unique ones. "I've never been one for chemistry, biology is what I'm more familiar with, but liquid cooking has been fun now that I've figured out how to not burn myself with overexposure." She admitted as she sat the two bottles away from the others.

Emiko looked at them with a curious expression. "Those will cook me?"

"Over time, yes. The idea is to rub these into your skin, let you eat some stuffing, and then you get to mount the rod as I set up the table so you can continue to eat and drink some of the moisturizing seasoning." Ebony explained as she held up one of the bottles labeled 'Yum'. "The labeling is my own." She said.

The other ones were labeled similarly: 'Cooking' for the two bottle sat aside and 'Moist' for the season moisturizer.

"For stuffing, there is fried rice with corn and potatoes, spaghetti with red, white, and cheese sauces and butter rolls, and chicken dumplings. If you want something sweet, there is milk and white chocolate; no dark chocolate sadly." Ebony offered as she removed the lids to show the contents.

The stuffing was not the way one would think, but instead mixed together like it was about to be stuffed into a turkey.

"The fried rice and dumplings sound good." Emiko said, and Ebony offered her the bowls.

As Emiko ate, Ebony took one of the 'Cooking' bottles and opened it to begin rubbing it into the dark-skinned girl's skin.

The ivory-skinned creature had no desire for love, but she understood that gentle touches and shows of affection were comforting and appreciated by the meat she used; human, anthro, animal, and other.

Given her unique physique and limbs, Ebony was able to make full use of her small body as she crawled around Emiko's body, using hands and feet to rub the cooking oil into the human's body.

Moans, giggles, and a bit of special sauce were added to the menu, Ebony's fingers and arms moving and stretching as though with minds of their own; getting every inch of Emiko's skin coated with the cooking oils.

Already, Emiko could feel her skin beginning to heat up and turn red. The pressure underneath her skin very slowly becoming noticeable, but it would never become anymore than uncomfortable with how slowly it increased. It was a chemical blend that of Ebony's own making, with help from friends she had met over her existence, and she liked using it for live-cooking like this one.

After nearly five minutes, Ebony crawled off of Emiko, who was now looking like she was in mindless bliss from the tireless rubbing as Ebony rubbed the oil into her skin and massaging the stuffing she ate, Emiko was ready for the rod and the last of the preparations.