Happy Ending
A Sydneyverse story

Mel (mother): 30 years
Carter (father): 36 years
Bobby (son): 14 years
Samantha (daughter): 11 years
Becky (daughter): 9 years


Mel was just putting last night's used plates back in the food processor when suddenly the VidPhone beeped in the living room. She quickly wiped her fingers, took off her apron, and ran a hand through her shoulder-length dark hair.

Who's calling now?

It was just 10:00 a.m., her three children were at school, and her husband, Carter, was probably still down in the basement garage. So, she hurried into the living room, pressed the button on the VidPhone, and took a step back. A well-dressed, dark-skinned, middle-aged woman immediately appeared on the screen. Sitting behind a desk in an elegant suit, she smiled at her warmly over her glasses. She immediately seemed familiar to Mel.

„Yes, hello? Melanie Fisher.“

"Mrs. Fisher, this is Sarah Gibson.
I'm the principal of Midtown Middle School."

Mel felt like kicking herself, for not recognizing her earlier.

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Gibson, what can I do for you? Is there a problem with Bobby or Sam?"

The question was more of a reflex than a serious one, because both of her children were actually very well-behaved and brought home good grades. Even if fourteen-year-old Bobby sometimes had a bit of a cheeky mouth. Eleven-year-old Samantha, on the other hand, was an exemplary student and extremely popular with her classmates. Even if she certainly had a mind of her own.
The principal shook her head of gray curls, her expression contrite, and said:

"No, not really a problem. I just need to inform you about something. Your daughter, Samantha, was chosen today to assist with a biology presentation..."

"Yes, biology is one of her favorite subjects...", Mel chimed in enthusiastically, fondly remembering how she would sit on the couch with her daughter, turning on SEN, and then watch the children's programs with her that explained the human body. Of course, she did this not only for the sake of the little girl, but also because of the many pretty naked kids who were used for demonstration purposes.
However, the expression on her counterpart's face slowly gave Melanie a queasy feeling in her stomach. And when the principal continued, her suspicion that something had happened was immediately confirmed.

"Yes... well, here's the thing. It was the opening of the anatomy class, and Samantha... was randomly selected as a volunteer for vivisection."

Mel raised her eyebrows in surprise, her heart thudding in her throat.

"A vivisection... Oh... Does that mean she's... dead?"

"Yes, unfortunately. I'm sorry. I hope we haven't caused you too much trouble."

Almost by reflex, Mel waved a hand dismissively. Then, all at once, a sharp pang pierced her heart. Her daughter would never return home. She had hardly expected such a moment when she kissed her goodbye that morning. Even so, she managed a faint smile as she replied:

"Oh, no. It's just a bit of a surprise."

Mrs. Gibson seemed to mistake her hesitation, bowing her head with an embarrassed look as she said:

"Well, the school rules clearly state that we can use a girl from the class for demonstration purposes at any time. These don't always end fatal, but in biology class, that's usually the case. That's why we issued the volunteer lists at the beginning of the year, so that the children who would be interested could sign up. A lottery is then held among them, and Samantha's name was on the list..."

Melanie, who didn't want to give the wrong impression, quickly replied:

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Mrs. Gibson. I'm not complaining. I'm just surprised. Sam hasn't said anything about it at all. On the contrary, just a short while ago she said she'd like to spend the weekend with her friend."

Even as she spoke, she frowned, recalling how often her little daughter had changed her mind at the last moment. The principal seemed to share the thought, pursing her lips in amusement as she said:

"Well, you know how spontaneous children can be. I'm just calling to assure you that we didn't waste your daughter's remains. Whatever was left over after the vivisection was donated to the school cafeteria and offered for sale during recess."

The smile that appeared on Mel's lips was genuine. She could still remember her own school days. It had always been a celebration whenever there was girl meat in the cafeteria.

"Oh, that's nice. I think she would have liked that."

"Certainly. We don't often offer girl meat; our budget simply doesn't stretch to that. So, whenever it does happen, there's a huge rush."

“Yeah, I bet.”

Mel drew a deep breath. Slowly, the thought that her eldest daughter was dead took root in her heart, and she began, or at least tried, to come to terms with it. A part of her, of course, had always known that something like this might happen one day. As a rule, only about one in ten girls reached adulthood. Still, she hadn't really expected it with Sam, and so she heard herself ask:

"Are there any last words, or... a record of how she died?"

"No, unfortunately there's no recording, but I have the transcript here. Let me look it up."

The woman rummaged through the documents on her desk for a moment and then raised a tablet to her eyes. Pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose, she began to read.

"Yes... it looks like Mr. Henderson, her homeroom teacher, was able to perform a complete vivisection on her. Your daughter proved to be exceptionally brave and tough. She endured the operation without anesthesia and without resistance. That's why he was able to completely disembowel her. He explained all the organs in detail to her classmates and had them name them. Apparently, Sam even corrected one of them when they had something wrong."

Mel chuckled.

"Yes, that sounds like her."

The principal smiled warmly and then continued.

"Ah yes... During the procedure, Mr. Henderson also took the opportunity to describe her primary sexual organs in detail and then demonstrated the act of intercourse. This was something Sam seemed to enjoy very much. Because, as it says here, she even experienced a small orgasm as a result of his efforts."

A warm feeling filled Mel's chest when she heard this. She smiled dreamily, remembering all too well the last time she and her daughter had sex. She could still picture the little girl's face contorted with pleasure as she once again managed to skillfully tickle her to climax with her tongue. Heat spread through her loins, and Mel felt her pussy moisten at the thought that her beloved child had been able to experience something so wonderful one last time before she died. With flushed cheeks, she breathed:

"Oh, I'm so happy for her... please give Mr. Henderson my thanks."

"Of course."

Mrs. Gibson, thankfully, seemed oblivious to her aroused state, as she simply lowered the tablet, adjusted her glasses, and put on a professional smile.

"Well, that seems to have been it. It says here she tried to say something else, but couldn't find the strength. Shortly afterward, Alfred... I mean, Mr. Henderson removed her heart, and that was the end of the procedure."

Mel swallowed. She had to admit that the idea excited her immensely. Besides, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride.

"So, she was actually conscious throughout the entire operation? Wow, I knew my girl was tough. But this?"

The principal pursed her lips in equal admiration.

"Yes, Mr. Henderson also praised her perseverance. He gave her the highest grade postmortem and noted in her preliminary certificate that he'd rarely encountered such a curious and self-sacrificing student. Of course, you'll receive all your daughter's documents, as well as her belongings, by mail."

Melanie felt her heart pounding in her chest. It was a strange mixture of excitement and pride that she felt. She put her hand to her flushed cheek and shook her head.

"Thank you... I don't even know what to say... my god. This is so much all at once..."

But then she remembered something her little daughter had recently told her, and so she decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

"But since I already have you on the line, Sam just told me yesterday that her class has shrunk by half, is that true?"

An amused smile played around the other woman's full lips. She picked up another tablet, glanced at it, and nodded.

"Let me check... Yes, after the last report and now after Samantha's death, we actually only have half of the original thirty students in 5c. We started with eight boys and twenty-two girls. Now there are only seven boys and eight girls."

The lady shrugged her shoulders. Apparently, this fact was nothing that surprised her anymore.

"Don't forget that it was the holidays. There were lots of family celebrations, barbecues, and so on. Then there's always a trip to the Death Park or one of the other fairs. You know how these things go. As a rule, despite the shift in birth rates, we always end up with fewer girls than boys in the class. But after all, there's always a steady stream of us, isn't there?"

Melanie laughed quietly and couldn't help but nod in agreement. With a birth ratio of 1 to 10 in favor of women and the resulting ever-booming female meat industry, this shouldn't really surprise her. Nevertheless, she asked again out of curiosity.

"That's true, I suppose. But tell me, did I hear that right? A boy also died?"

Mrs. Gibson sighed regretfully.

"Yes, unfortunately..."

She licked her lips for a moment, and her gaze flickered to the side, as if checking if she could speak undisturbed.

"Actually, I shouldn't tell you this, it's... confidential information... but... well, whatever. Young Colin was a neighbor of mine. He went to Death Park with his family and apparently risked his neck on the Guillotine Ride a few too many times. As boys that age are, their brains aren't exactly in their heads."

With an amused grin, she added:

"But at least his family was able to take it back home."

Melanie pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter. With a grin, she shook her head and said:

"Believe me, I know exactly what you're talking about. I have one of those at home, too."

How many times had she had to admonish her own fourteen-year-old son to use the head on his shoulders rather than the little one at the end of his cock to make decisions? But at that age, children, and especially boys, weren't necessarily always capable of doing so.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Gibson folded her hands on the table and tilted her head.

"Well, Mrs. Fischer, then I'm certainly relieved that we didn't completely throw your plans into disarray. Believe me, Samantha was absolutely delicious, and her teacher is also very pleased with her. You can be proud of her."

With that, she discreetly pushed a used plate aside so that it disappeared from view of the camera feed. But Mel had already guessed what had once been on it, but decided to ignore it and instead return the smile in a friendly manner. She didn't resent the woman for eating a piece of her daughter's meat. After all, she herself would have done the same thing.

If she tasted even half as good fried as she did alive, she was a delight.

"Yes, I certainly am. Thank you again for your call. I hope you have a pleasant day."

"The same to you, Mrs. Fischer. Take care."

And with that, the call ended. But Melanie stared at her reflection in the dark screen of the VidPhone for a while longer. She licked her lips thoughtfully and tried to come to terms with the fact that her daughter was no longer there. It was harder than she had expected. But at some point, she let out a soft sigh, took a deep breath, and wrung her hands.

Let's see what Carter says about the news...