Hotaru's Greatest Gift (or: Hotaru Works the Wok)

“Haruka...” Michiru growled. The butch blonde lesbian was staring through the window of a restaurant at a girl giving a naked pole dance on a long metal spit. These displays weren't common, since cooking girlmeat was expensive, and fairly rare, and generally required a daughter being volunteered by her parents, or a girl volunteering on her own (usually for a friend's wedding, or for other really major events). But when you could catch them, perhaps because of their scarcity and finality, the girls about to be cooked generally put their all into giving a memorable and incredibly sexy performance.

“Calm down Michiru, I was only looking because I've never seen a girl cooking performance before! I'm only interested in eating the girl...” Haruka protested in response. The three of them, Haruka, Michiru, and their adopted daughter Hotaru were out on a walk as a family on their way to get Hotaru a new dress for Chibi-usa's birthday party, and Haruka really didn't want to get into an argument with her lover in the middle of the street.

“Yeah, right.” Michiru replied, sulking a bit but satisfied that her partner's wandering eyes were no longer straying to that particular girl, not that the girl would be an issue in a couple hours, but it was the principle of the thing.

"Really!" Haruka defended herself. "I've always wanted to try girlmeat, but I've never had a chance... It's too expensive to buy a willing girl." Haruka looked over at Hotaru, the girl was looking right at her, with a look of such interest on her face that Haruka couldn't help but tease her, and if that distracted Michiru, so much the better. “Though... we do have a girl we could use...”

"You're not cooking Hotaru unless she volunteers for it.” Michiru commanded sternly.

Haruka, seeing the bright beet red shade her adopted daughter's face had turned decided to push her luck a bit. "Aww, come on, we raised her, fed her, clothed her... The least Hotaru could do to repay us is cook for us. Maybe give us a pre-spitting pole dance like that girl in the window, or put on a show in a wok!"

Michiru rolled her eyes at her partner's antics. "Don't listen to your papa Hotaru, she's just joking. You don't have to cook for anyone if you don't want to. No one's gonna force you."

“But, Michiru...” Haruka whined.

“No.” Michiru responded. “And that's final.” Turning to Hotaru the turquoise haired girl continued. “If you really want to cook for someone that's fine, but don't let anyone push you into it okay?”

Hotaru nodded absently, risking brief glances through the restaurant window as the girl impaled herself vertically on the spit inside. Haruka papa really seemed like she wanted to try some girl meat, and Father's day was coming up really soon.

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It had taken a while, but Hotaru had finally set everything up. She'd approached Michiru mama and told her about her idea for Haruka papa's gift and after her mama had asked her if Haruka papa had forced her into it, and making sure that this was really what Hotaru wanted, Michiru had signed the papers and booked a reservation at a restaurant that would do it. And now it was almost time. Haruka wasn't told what would be happening, Hotaru wanted it to be a surprise, but for the past week and a half Michiru had been dropping hints in bed, trying to make sure Haruka thought Hotaru was sexy and making sure her partner wasn't just joking when she mentioned it but would actually enjoy Hotaru's gift to her papa.

They were sitting in the restaurant together, Haruka and Michiru on one side of the table and Hotaru, in a simple white dress, on the other side. “So Hotaru, is this the big surprise? A fancy dinner?” Haruka asked. “Seems a lot of secrecy for something like this but I have to admit it's a cool idea. What are we eating?”

“Ah. Haruka Papa... I ordered ahead, so that's a secret. I hope you enjoy the meal...” Hotaru said shyly her head dipping down a bit to hide the slight blush on your cheeks.

“A secret? Haruka mused to herself. “Well, I'm not picky, but can you tell me something about what we're going to eat? Just a hint?”

Michiru frowned at her partner, “Hotaru really wants this to be a surprise. You shouldn't pester her.”

“Michiru...” Haruka started to whine, putting on a pair of fake puppy eyes, but Hotaru interrupted before the act could really get started.

“No Michiru Mama, it's okay, I can give Haruka Papa one hint...” Hotaru said smiling slightly. “I can't tell you what the meat is, but, you'll have a choice of either spit-roast or stir-fry.”

Haruka put her finger on her chin, pondering in an exaggerated manner. “Spit-roast or Stir-fry? Well, I do love spit roasts. But that's more an outdoor thing. In a fancy restaurant like this, I think Stir-Fry is probably better. Lets go with Stir Fry, I've been in the mood for Stir Fry today.”

Hotaru smiled. She didn't exactly want to be fried in oil, but she didn't have any experience with sexy dancing, and she wasn't sure she could put on a good show for Haruka papa to enjoy. “Ah, that's good. I really hope you enjoy dinner.”

Haruka smiled. “After all the work you put into choosing this place and keeping it secret? I'm sure I'll love it!”

Hotaru's heart settled down a bit at her papa's confirmation of her choice. She was still very nervous, but as long as Haruka Papa enjoyed tonight then everything would be fine.

The purple haired girl jumped a bit in her seat as the waitress and cook for tonight tapped her on the shoulder. “Are you ready to start your meal?” the waitress asked.

Hotaru nodded softly, not trusting her voice to speak for her. “And how will you be having your meal prepared tonight?” The waitress inquired.

“Haruka Papa wants Stir Fry, so that's what we'll be doing.” Hotaru mumbled nervously.

“Wonderful!” the waitress smiled broadly. “I understand you want to keep the specifics of the coming meal from your guests, so, if you'll just come with me we can solidify the final details of the meal before we start cooking.”

“Don't worry Papa, I'll be back soon.” Hotaru nodded as she got up to follow the waitress into the kitchen. The white dress slid against Hotaru's unprotected nipples as she stood. Since she already knew she'd be cooking Hotaru had decided to wear as little clothing as possible, not bra or even panties, a fact that made it very embarrassing to walk through the streets of Tokyo. Still, that decision would make it a lot quicker to prepare her properly and meant that Michiru Mama and Haruka papa would have less they'd need to take back home with them, so Hotaru didn't regret it.

Haruka turned to Michiru, “So much secrecy for a fancy meal. Hotaru's really taking father's day seriously isn't she?”

Michiru smiled, “Hotaru's put a lot of work into making this meal really special for you. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. You know she based this whole night off of a suggestion you made a while ago.”

Haruka's eyes scrunched together as she tried to remember when she asked Hotaru to take her out to a fancy meal, “Really? I can't remember asking for anything like this... I'm sure that whatever Hotaru's put together will be great though!”

Back in the Kitchen Hotaru was turning red enough she thought she might end up cooking just from embarrassment. “Stir fry huh?” the Waitress had asked. “That's a good choice. You're a bit too lean for a spit roast, and you'll keep alive longer this way. Lots of ways to put on a good show for your... parents were they?”

Hotaru nodded, looking down. Her face was almost a fluorescent red now. “Well, you look a bit nervous, do you want some tips to make this really memorable?”

Hotaru's eyes widened, before she nodded furiously. Anything that would help make her less nervous would be great!

“Okay, first off, there are gonna be a number of veggies in there with you. Have you ever used a dildo before?"

Hotaru shook her head, she was a complete Virgin.

"But you know what a dildo is right?" Hotaru blushed at the question but nodded yes. How could she not know what a dildo was, with her parents being what they were? Haruka wasn't exactly fastidious when it came to cleaning up her toys after all.

The waitress nodded. "Okay then, here's what you'll want to do..."

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"Hotaru's been gone a while, I'm starting to get worried. Did she get lost on the way back?" Haruka asked as she looked around for her adopted daughter.

A flash of light caught Michiru's eye before she could respond. The waitress from earlier was wheeling out the largest Wok she'd ever seen. It rested on an electric heater, and it was completely covered with a large silver lid. "Don't worry Haruka," Michiru responded with a serene smile. "I'm sure Hotaru'll be here any second."

Haruka finally noticed the wok as the waitress wheeled it closer to the couple. "Is that for us? That Wok's big enough to cook you in Michiru!" the blonde senshi asked. The waitress nodded. "Yes. Your meal is here. Do you want to watch it cook?"

Haruka paused. After so much suspense she really wanted to know just what Hotaru had arranged, on the other hand, Hotaru wasn't back yet. "We really shouldn't start without Hotaru..." Haruka lamented.

Both the Waitress and Michiru smiled. "Don't worry Dear," Michiru started. "Hotaru's been gone for a bit longer than expected, I'm sure she won't be disappointed if we watch the meal cook now instead of waiting..."

Haruka laughed. "Well, if you're sure she won't mind... Then lets watch our meal cook now!" The blonde senshi nodded to herself.

Smiling, the Waitress took hold of the Wok cover. "Well then, let me present to you..." With one swift motion the waitress pulled off the lid revealing Hotaru, completely naked and sitting on a bed of mixed vegetables. "your dinner!" the waitress finished with a flourish.

"Happy Father's Day Haruka-Papa." Hotaru spoke with a soft smile. Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment. The restaurant was crowded, but due to the expense of girl-meat Hotaru was the only live girl about to be cooked. This, combined with the extremely noticeable Wok housing her, meant that Hotaru's appearance immediately drew the eyes of almost everyone in the place, along with a small smattering of applause.

"Hotaru?" Haruka asked shocked, "You're our dinner?"

The purple haired girl nodded, abashed. "Yes Papa. You mentioned a couple weeks ago how much you wanted to try girlmeat..." Hotaru looked around, there were so many people staring at her, and she had nothing to protect herself from their hungry eyes. Blushing, she turned back to Haruka papa. She'd never be able to go through with this if she thought about the other diners, so instead she decided to focus entirely on her family. "And... since Father's day was coming up I wanted to give you something really special...” Hotaru blushed as she gathered up the courage to say the next word, with everyone staring at her, especially Haruka, it was hard, but finally, she managed to say it. “Me"

Haruka barely recalled the conversation in question, she hadn't been serious at the time. She was joking around, trying to get out of trouble for ogling that pole-dancing girl about to be spit roasted. Haruka was somewhat shocked that Hotaru had taken her so seriously.

Hotaru must have seen the hesitation in her eyes because the purple-haired started speaking again, stumbling through justifications. "I know I'm not as pretty as the girl in the window, but I really hope you enjoy me anyway."

Haruka answered almost without thinking, "No it's not that, you're definitely the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Haruka paused a second in shock at not getting an elbow to the ribs from her girlfriend, but a quick peek at Michiru saw the turquoise haired girl smiling and nodding encouragingly.

Hotaru smiled at the encouragement, Haruka papa was happy at her gift after all? Maybe she was just surprised? "Thank you Papa, I really hope you enjoy dinner, I'll try and put on the best show I can while cooking for you!"

Haruka stopped. Hotaru was incredibly enthusiastic about cooking for her and even if she was kidding back then, Haruka had always wanted to try girlmeat...

"I know I will Hotaru." Haruka admitted with a smile.

Hotaru smiled beatifically, her eyes tearing up a bit in joy that her papa was going to enjoy her. She looked over to the waitress.

"So as you can see, your meal today is Stir-Fried Hotaru." The waitress began. "Feel free to make suggestions to her while she cooks for your enjoyment. At Hotaru's request, her performance is being filmed for you to rewatch at your pleasure. So please relax and enjoy your meal. The restaurant acknowledges the particular effects that performances of this nature can have on customers, and so feel free to enjoy yourselves to the fullest extent." Bending down, the waitress switched the heater from warm, to cook. Reaching out she grabbed a glass pitcher full of oil and picked it up.

Straightening up, the waitress started pouring the oil out over Hotaru. The purple haired girl's skin started to glisten as rivulets of oil dripped down her body landing in the wok with a sizzling sound. The oil flowed over her budding B-cup breasts around the sensitive pink nubs topping them, and down across her taut young belly. Hotaru had shaved completely in preparation for this meal, so the oil flowed easily down into the valley made up by her pubic mound and her thighs which had been pressed tightly together in embarrassment, concealing the treasure below.

Hotaru reached up and massaged her young breasts, rubbing the oil into them thoroughly, pinching and squeezing and twisting her puffy nipples to make sure every inch was completely covered with oil. The purple haired teen tried to recall what the waitress had told her to do. She wasn't as developed as other girls, but that wasn't bad. She could still put on a great show for her papa, and since she was younger and smaller, the waitress had reassured her that she'd definitely taste better than those other more developed girls. All she needed to do to become the perfect meal for her mama and papa was to put on the right kind of show.

“Do you.... like my titties papa?” Hotaru asked. She was struggling to get the question out, but it was important. The waitress had told her that since she was doing this for her mama and papa, and since she a young girl who looked even younger than she actually was she needed to emphasize that. She needed to use younger language, refer to her mama and papa as mama and papa, and ask questions about her body to keep her adopted parents engaged and fantasizing about her. She needed to remind them that they would be eating their little girl, so she needed to play a little girl.

Haruka nodded, her eyes fastened on her adoptive daughter, the girl she'd helped to raise, the girl that was now asking her questions that widened the tomboy's eyes and dried out her throat so that she couldn't quite reply.

Hotaru was nervous, but she wasn't about to let her mama and papa see that. Ignoring the fact that Haruka-papa hadn't answered her question and taking it as a sign to move on, Hotaru reached down, letting her oil covered hands glide over the rest of her body until the skin of her arms and shoulders, her neck and stomach were all covered in oil and glistening moistly in the light of the restaurant. Both Michuru-mama and Haruka-Papa's eyes were locked on her tender form now, watching with rapt attention as she rubbed her hands across her skin.

“Thank you papa, for taking care of me. I hope you find me tasty...” Hotaru admitted, trying to follow the waitresses' directions as she ran her fingers up and down her legs leaving gleaming trails of oil in their wake. The wok below her was just on the final edge of comfortably warm and she could see Haruka-papa's eyes following her hands as she caressed her body.

The purple haired girl reached down, trailing her fingers between her legs, caressing her soft outer lips, tracing them as Haruka papa watched. Hotaru smiled as Michiru mama copied her motions, reaching down to Haruka papa's pants and unbuttoning them.

“Do you like my pussy, papa?” Hotaru asked with a cute smile, spreading her lower lips with the middle and index fingers of her right hand. “It's nice and soft and looks so yummy...”

Haruka's eyes tracked Hotaru's fingers as they spread her petals. Her daughter's vulva looked incredibly soft, and her pussy was an enticing light pink that Haruka longed to lick, it certaily did look delicious. Michiru was spreading Haruka's own sex, copying their daughter's movements exactly using her lover's body as a proxy for their daughter's. It was driving her wild. It drove her to distraction, and when her attention failed it almost felt like Hotaru's fingers were on her sex playing with her body.

“Or maybe you like my titties more, papa?” Hotaru continued letting the fingers of her left hand circle around one of her nipples tracing paths in the oil coating it. “I know they're small,” she added pulling on her puffy pink nipple while still splaying her pussy with her other hand, “but that just makes them bite-sized, right papa?”

Haruka nodded as she watched her adopted daughter play with herself openly in the middle of the restaurant. She could see the other customers, men and women both, watching Hotaru with undisguised hunger and lust. Ocassionally she even caught their eyes slipping towards her own snatch with the same hunger. Haruka's protectiveness began to morph into something all together different. Hotaru was hers. She had raised her as her own and now, for father's day, her adopted daughter was repaying that favor. She never realized she wanted it, but now? Seeing others lusting after her daughter? There was nothing Haruka wanted more in the world than to keep Hotaru away from them, to have her to herself.

The wok below Hotaru was starting to become uncomfortably hot. The naked young girl squirmed in response to the heat, her fingers rubbing her sex as she trembled in place. She could see the look in her papa's eyes just like the waitress said would happen. It was time.

“Papa, can I show you something?” she asked, flushing a bit with embarassment as she idly toyed with her vulva.

“Of course... you can...” Haruka stated, panting from excitement. “What do you want to show me?” she asked, her words dripping with anticipation.

Carefully, Hotaru let go of her tits and reached down to grab a peeled zucchini with her newly free hand. She paused, nervously. She'd never really... put anything inside of her like this before. With her hand slightly shaking, she brought the zucchini to her virgin snatch and ran it up and down the outside of her snatch wetting the head of the squash with the combination of cooking oils and her own juices.

“In the kitchen? The nice waitress showed me how to do this for you papa...” Hotaru admitted blushing as she held the zucchini in position teasing it over her vulva. The zucchini was dripping with cooking oil that fell from it's tip to roll down the outside of her pussy. Hotaru was incredibly glad to have the oil coating both her body and her makeshift dildo. This whole performance was for Haruka-papa's benefit, not Hotaru's and despite her best efforts, the young virgin just wasn't wet enough to accomodate the fake cock in her hand without the extra help from the oil, and without the extra lubrication, the young girl feared she wouldn't be able to give her papa the show she deserved!

Of course, it was... nice, to see that Haruka-Papa was thoroughly enjoying herself. Watching Michiru-mama touch Haruka papa like that? It gave Hotaru a wonderful tingly feeling in her pussy that she'd never felt before. It made Hotaru want to touch herself. It made her want to show off just how much she'd grown to her Papa. But doing it in public like this? The cooking? It was making Hotaru more nervous and afraid than... aroused. The young purple haired virgin was only able to do it because she could see just how happy it was making Haruka-papa. But with the cooking oil thoroughly coating her zucchini? It didn't matter how wet Hotaru was, she could still put on a great show for Haruka-papa!

Hotaru raised the zucchini in her hand and drove it into her virgin cunt, her eyes shit tightly in fear of what would happen next. She could hear Haruka-papa gasping but she couldn't see the cause. She couldn't see how Michiru-Mama had pinched her Papa's clit in perfect time to Hotaru's first penetration.

Haruka was in heaven; Michiru was giving the blonde tomboy one of the best hand-jobs she'd ever had while she watched her adopted daughter putting her heart and soul, even her life into giving her papa the best sex show, and meal, she'd ever seen. Haruka could see the doubt, the hesitation in her adopted daughter's eyes, the pain she was trying to bravely to overcome but couldn't quite erase. She could see the way that Hotaru was holding back, keeping the zucchini from pushing past her hymen out of fear. It was amazing.

The sight of Hotaru debasing herself, of her innocence being destroyed all for Haruka's own pleasure; coupled with the knowledge that her daughter didn't actually want this at all, and that the only reason she was putting on this fatal show was for her enjoyment? Knowing that Michiru, her sweet Michiru was helping their daughter this whole time, planning how Hotaru would defile herself publicly, how she'd destroy herself, all for her lover's pleasure? It was almost too much for Haruka to stand! She could feel a warm haze start to come over her as her climax built from below, warmth enveloping her body. Haruka watched eagerly, wondering what would be next.

Hotaru, thrust the zucchini in and out of her pussy, fast and faster as her ass sizzled against the wok. The folds of her inner lips, normally hidden by her puffier outer lips, enveloped the squash, rubbing against it as it slid inside. She could see the smile on her papa's face. That happy, dopey grin that was making everything, even the pain of cooking, worth it. Still, despite her own happiness that her gift was being enjoyed, Hotaru was careful not to push too her makeshift dildo too far, she didn't want to break her maidenhead, not yet anyway. Not until the right moment.

Michiru was pistoning her fingers in and out of her lover's snatch rhythmically, drawing the blonde closer to climax. It was hard to keep focus with the amazing show her daughter was putting on just in front of her, but Michiru was focused, tonight wasn't about her, it was about haruka. Still only the knowledge taht This whole show was being taped allowed her to continue playing with her lover's body instead of her own. Then suddenly, she could feel it. Haruka was right at the edge just one more pinch and... The green haired girl nodded at her adopted daughter, the signal they'd agreed upon earlier for what was to come, and quickly shifted her attention to her lover's clit.

Hotaru's eyes widened as she saw Michiru-mama nod at her. That was it, the signal! She could see Haruka-Papa staring straight at her, transfixed. This was it! With two smooth motions, Hotaru withdrew the Zucchini almost all the way and rammed it it back in as far as she could. Hotaru gasped in pain as the makeshift dildo tore through her virginity without any thought to her own comfort. Her pussy ached as the zucchini touched her deeper than she'd ever been touched before. It hurt, losing her Virginity, giving it to Haruka-papa as best she could... Her eyes glazed slightly from the pain, but it was worth it. She could see her papa, writhing in ecstasy under Michiru mama's fingers. Just like Michiru-mama had promised.

Haruka was in heaven. She'd had reservations before, she had wanted to try girl-meat, but having Hotaru? Even though she had joked about it, the thought had never seriously crossed her mind. Those doubts were gone now. She was on the edge before, about to cum when Hotaru finally slammed the Zucchini home tearing her hymen apart. The sight of her daughter taking her own virginity for her Papa to enjoy was etched across her mind indelibly. It pushed her over the edge, sending her surging into the most incredible climax she'd ever experienced. She could feel Michiru's body pressed against her back, her fingers playing her lover's clit just as expertly as the green-haired girl played piano. She could hear the sizzling wok, she could smell the first hints of Hotaru beginning to cook. It was all too much. The sensations, teh sights, the smells, the sound of her daughter whimpering in pain... they had all combined inside her, sending her to unreached heights of rapture.

It took almost a minute for Haruka's eyes to unglaze. Of course, that wasn't helped by the way that Michiru-Mama rubbed and flicked her Papa's little nub trying her best to keep Haruka's eyes unfocused for as long as possible while Hotaru watched with almost innocent curiosity as she sizzled in the wok and the waitress took the opportunity to add more veggies. Of course, even the most amazing orgasms don't last forever, so when Haruka's eyes cleared as she came down from the incredible rush of her climax, Hotaru continued her show.

The purple haired girl pulled the squash away from her pussy with a wet plop, and let the tip of the zucchini, still damp from a combination of the cooking oil and her own virginal blood and juices, trace a pair of circles around her puffy young nipples. “Papa? Do you like your present?” Hotaru asked in her best childish voice.

“I... I love it!” Haruka responded eagerly as she caught her breath. Hotaru's gift was incredible! She'd just experienced the greatest orgasm of her life, and she couldn't wait to see what came next. The smell of her adopted daughter beginning to fry was heavenly, and she couldn't wait to taste her. Of course, coming down from that incredible orgasm, the fog clearing from her mind Haruka started to feel a bit guilty for what her daughter was sacrificing to please her.

“Hotaru, if you can flip over? I think it's time for the next stage.” The waitress asked mildly as she picked up the ladle.

Hotaru's heart pounded in her chest. This was it, the point of no return. Up until now the damage was bad, but she'd be able to heal if she backed out. Maybe not perfectly, but... If she flipped over though? She really would be nothing but meat.

Her guilt warring with pride and arousal, Haruka spoke up. “You don't have to... you know... if you don't want to.” Haruka half-asked as she begged her to continue with her eyes.

Michiru was glad that the restaurant was filming this for later. Today was about Haruka, but Michiru couldn't deny that Hotaru's show was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She could already tell that she'd be spending many restless night rewatching this dinner, both alone, and with her lover. Then she hear Haruka admit to Hotaru that she didn't have to roast if she didn't want to. A tiny bit of pride stoked in Michiru's own chest at the admission, but unlike Haruka, Michiru hadn't orgasmed, her head was still a haze of lust and hunger. She looked at her daughter. Hotaru was helpless, sprawled out in the sizzling wok, a healthy mixture of Hotaru's own juices, the oil, and her vigin blood dripping from her snatch. In her hand she held the tool she'd used to take her own maidenhead. The smell of her sizzling rump wafted through the air. Michiru had never wanted anything more in her life than to see the end of this show.

Hotaru looked over at her adopted parents. Haruka Papa looked happy, there was a hunger in her Papa's eyes but it was small, Haruka-Papa was mosty satisfied, it would probably be okay to back out now. Her Papa had even said it was okay. But just before Hotaru could ask the waitress to shut the wok off, she saw something odd. There was a hunger blazing in Michiru Mama's eyes, stronger than she'd ever seen in her Papa's. Hotaru's own violet eyes widened as she realized that she had caused that hunger, that she was what Michiru Mama wanted. Hotaru felt ashamed for even thinking of stopping. She had been so focused on giving Haruka-papa what she wanted, that she had totally forgotten about Michiru Mama! She couldn't back out now! Michiru Mama would be so disappointed!

"That's okay. I..." Hotaru hesitated, certain of her path but unsure how to state it. "I know you're looking forward to eating my cunny and my titties, Papa." She explained, tracing circles her puffy nipples with her fingers as she spoke. "Today's your day. Don't worry about me papa, I just want you and Michiru Mama to enjoy me."

She could see Michiru Mama's face light up at her declaration. Even Haruka papa, who had just told her that she didn't have to cook if she didn't want to, looked eager to see her fry. Hotaru smiled, bittersweet tears in her eyes.

Hotaru wasn't sure what to think. On the one hand she was glad that her parents, the women who had taken her in and raised her, were enjoying her gift. It felt great to know that she was appreciated, that Haruka papa, no, that both of her parents were enjoying watching her as she squirmed and fried, naked in the oversized wok.

On the other hand, seeing her parents so eager to watch her cook, seeing the hunger in their eyes and knowing that they wanted to eat her, knowing that her parents wanted her more as their dinner than their daughter now, it brought tears to her eyes as she realized that despite what her papa had said, her parents wanted to watch her fry, wanted to have her for dinner more than they wanted their daughter to survive.

It didn't matter what Hotaru wanted anymore. Her mama and papa were hungry, they wanted to see her cook, to watch the show she'd put on as the squirmed naked in the wok. Tears fell from her eyes as she realized that she really was meat now. She could still back out, she could still ask the waitress to turn off the wok, still climb out and ask Usagi to heal her, but if she did her mama and papa would be disappointed. They'd always wonder how she would have tasted, and she would never forget the looks in their eyes tonight. Her mama and papa were looking forward to eating her, she couldn't disappoint them now.

Her hands and legs shaking from the combination of fear and heat and sadness, Hotaru rolled over, her tiny tits jiggling as she revealed her lightly fried back and golden brown behind. The wok immediately began to hiss as Hotaru's untouched but thoroughly oiled alabaster breasts and belly pressed against the sizzling hot metal, pulling a pained whimper from her trembling lips as her puffy nipples began to fry.

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For Michiru, the sight of Hotaru writhing in pain as the wok began to fry the other half of her oil-covered body was exquisite. While she'd initially been hestitant about Hotaru's plans she'd helped her because that's what she wanted. Now, seeing Hotaru cook; the smell of her meat wafting through the air even as she put on the hottest sex show Michiru had ever seen? Michiru couldn't wait to sink her teeth into her adopted daughter.

Haruka stared in awe as Hotaru squirmed on the wok. Michiru had sped up her ministrations, playing the tomboy's pussy like a violin, drawing her nearer and nearer to the cusp of yet another climax. Haruka's eyes couldn't keep focus, she kept catching brief glimpses of her adorable daughter's young pussy as she wiggled and gyrated in the heat; the half cooked vegetables leaving oily streaks on her body as her movements drove them against her body.

She was glad that Hotaru had decided to continue cooking instead of taking the way out she'd offered. She remembered the tears in Hotaru's eyes as she realized what her Papa really wanted from her, how despite her words she wanted to see the rest of the show, wanted to see her daughter snuff it. Seeing Hotaru realize that her father really wanted to eat her and then, seeing Hotaru give in and continue cooking despite the pain...

Hotaru was letting out the cutest cries and moans as she struggled to keep from crying out in pain. Her daughter's whimpers as she cooked for her... Haruka was converted. While before her only interest in woman cooking had been oggling the naked women, now, watching her daughter squirming in the giant wok as she fried for Haruka's enjoyment, Haruka couldn't remember ever seeing anything hotter than the sight before her eyes at that moment.

Seeing her daughter debase herself like this, willingly giving up her life just for her enjoyment, to see her willingly decide to become meat, to become her papa's dinner despite the pain... it was exquisite.

Hotaru's body was on fire. She struggled not to let her mama and papa know just how much it hurt to cook, but she couldn't remain quiet. Tiny moans and whimpers escaped from her young lips even as she franticly squirmed, her body subconsciously trying to escape the relentless heat of the wok even as she forced herself to keep in contact with it.

Though she couldn't see her anymore with her face towards the wok, Hotaru's Mama was nearing her own climax. Though she was still fully dressed, and both of her hands were firmly on Haruka's body instead of her own, the sight of Hotaru cooking was driving her wild with passion. Michiru could see her daughter's puffy lower lips begin to redden from the heat flushing almist crimson as the sizzling oil splashed against them. Michiru could barely imagine how Hotaru could stand it. It wasn't enough to drive her over the edge yet, but Michiru was beginning to wonder if just watching alone would be enough to force her past that last hurdle.

The waitress wasn't idle in this either. Slipping her ladle into a new bucket of oil that had been delivered while everyone was paying attention to Hotaru. Grinning at the sight of the special's parents enjoying the show, the waitress threw the oil onto Hotaru's back, liberally coating her cooked back and behind with the lubricant.

Hotaru moaned as her back sizzled, the cool oil only a temporary relief as her golden fried skin flashed its temperature higher almost the instant that it hit her. She could feel the oil pooling around her modest tits, thouroughly coating them, and the rest of her body, making her subconscious attempts to get away from the heat even more pointless as her oil-covered body slipped across the wok's surface unable to get any leverage.

Now that she was loking away from her mama and papa, she couldn't help but see the way the rest of the restaurant's patron were watching her. The way they stared, pointing and cheering as she slipped around the wok. The way they smiled and whispered to each other, licking their lips. Hotaru's face flushed crimson. They were watching her, leering at the obscene show she was putting on, staring at her naked form, her rounded rump, her long legs and puffy lips. They were cheering as she turned from girl to meat. Hotaru felt defiled by their eyes. She wanted nothing more than to cover up, to shield her body from their view; bust she couldn't, not without ruining the show for Haruka papa as well.

The sight of her daughter's body covered in oil, her front slowly turning the same golden brown color as the rest of her body, drew Michiru's absolute focus. She stopped paying attention to what her hands were doing to her lover, the way they fiddled with Haruka's vulva and clit. Her mind was filled with nothing but the way her daughter looked as she cooked, committing each and every detail to memory. The way her pert behind swayed in the air, the way her small b-cup breasts slipped and slid beneath her, the way her pussy was starting to redden as the heat kissed it, every last sight stored in her mind as fantasy fodder propelling her to even greater heights of arousal.

Robbed of her only source of relief as the oil turned searing hot, Hotaru's mind refocused on her purpose for being in the wok. She was meat now, first and foremost. Nothing else mattered anymore. She was there to put on a delicious show for her mama and papa, and nothing else mattered unless it helped her do that. She was still their daughter, still a girl, but only because it made watching her fry even more enjoyable for her adoptive parents. Hotaru understood that now. It was exactly as the waitress had told her back in the kitchen, Haruka papa wasn't just enjoying watching a girl cook for her, she was enjoying watching her innocent young daughter cook for her, and watching that, seeing her own daughter defiled, debasing herself as she died to provide Haruka just one meal? That made the whole show even hotter.

It was too late to back out now, even if she wanted to. Her body was beginning to fry in earnest now. She could hear her nipples sizzling, feel the oil splattering against her pussy and her nub. She could barely squim about any more and her thoughts were starting to take on a hazy tinge, but she smelled wonderful.

Slowly, her muscles no longer working as well now that they'd been cooking, Hotaru reached back and cupped her rump. The waitress had explained to her that her body would be finished cooking when she almost couldn't feel it anymore, and the persistent pain in her hiney had vanished. Hotaru squeezed, feeling the oily hunk of meat that used to be her butt squish beneath her fingers. She could feel the pressure, but barely. Her rump was roasted.

“My...” Hotaru blushed in embarassment at having to say it aloud, but the waitress had been very clear with her, she needed to tell her what parts were ready to serve or she'd end up overcooked and tough. But even that admonishment nearly wasn't enough. She could see the crowd watching, a few regulars knowing what she was about to say. She flushed red, not from the heat, but fom embarrassment. She almost didn't say it, it was too much, but she caught a glipmse of her Papa's eager gaze, distorted by the metal of the wok and it reminded her why she was there. She was meat, it was the only thing she had left, and she couldn't disappoint Haruka papa by letting herself overcook.

"My tushy is done!" She announced. "I hope you enjoy it, papa." She continued.

Haruka smiled as she watched the waitress reach down and grab one of Hotaru's ankles, pulling her legs open and giving a prime view of her daughter's freshly deflowered cunt.

"How would you like the girl's rump miss?" The waitress asked professionally as her hand hovered over the knives. "Do you want it in large chunks or finely sliced?"

Hotaru's eyes widened as the waitress spoke. This was it. She knew she was meat now, but talking about it like that? Her heart pounded in her chest as the fear began to take her.

"Haruka would like our daughter finely sliced, at least this part of her." Michiru answered for her lover as she fondled her pussy. The blonde tomboy was staring with an eager grin on her face as she watched in anticipation.

The waitress nodded picking a thin edged ceramic knife for the task before putting it to work. Her wrist paced back and forth carving off slices of Hotaru's rump in such a way that they slid down between her thighs to pool in front of her puffy young cunt.

Hotaru moaned, careful not to scream lest she ruin the show the same way that the waitress was ruining her. Her butt was numbed by the heat, but it wasn't completely cooked yet. In the center of each thin slice Hotaru's nerve endings were on fire. The sudden exposure to air, the oil splatter on what used to be her bare skin, Hotaru had never felt anything like it. It felt like an eternity as the Waitress methodically reduced her rump to meat.

To Haruka, the show was over almost too quickly. One moment Hotaru's pert little apple bottom was still attached, and the next moment it was in pieces between her daughter's luscious thighs.

The waitress picked up a large bowl from the tray in one hand and scooped it between Hotaru's thighs gathering the meat. With Hotaru's rear sliced away there was no longer any need to steady the girl, so the waitress let go of her ankle letting it drop back into the pan. With her newly free hand, the waitress picked up a pair of chopsticks and began to push the slices of Hotaru's rump that she had missed in her earlier scooping into the bowl.

Michiru smiled as every last slice was gathered, leaving a stump behind where her daughter's beautiful bottom used to be. She could see the smirk on the waitress' face as she scooped up the last slice leaving a clear view of Hotaru's abused pussy once more. With a mischievous grin, the waitress reached out and trapped Hotaru's tiny clit between her chopsticks before pulling, hard.

Hotaru let out an agonized moan as the waitress tore her partially cooked clit from her body, plucking her little bud between the pair of wooden utensils. The young girl thrashed in her wok as the Waitress displayed her prize. Hotaru's mind was a mass of pain, she'd never felt anything like it. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this, the waitress hadn't warned her and it happened so quickly that there was nothing she could do to stop it.

"Traditionally, the first bite goes to the girl volunteering, letting her have the first taste of what she's become as a sort of thank you. And of course the sight of a meal devouring her own clit is wonderful way to start your dinner... but some people prefer to eat the clit themselves. Should I give this to you, or your daughter?"

It took Haruka a few minutes to realize what the waitress was asking her. The sight of Hotaru, slipping and sliding across the wok, sizzling as she writhed face down in unexpected agony was almost unreal. She could hear the waitress, she could feel Michiru pinching and tugging at her own clit, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. She wanted to eat her daughter. She wanted to sink her teeth into those thighs, or savor her freshly sliced rump. She wanted to lick her daughter's frying pussy, or bite off her puffy young nips. She stared at the waitress, Hotaru's clit still held between her chopsticks dripping lightly with oil. She wanted it. But, at the same time, Hotaru was doing this all for her, and it was traditional. She wanted her daughter to know she appreciated her gift, and the sight of Hotaru, still broken and bleeding, struggling to eat her own clit through the pain of having it torn off? Well, that did sound like the perfect way to start her meal.

"Hotaru can have it." Haruka stated, "She looks and smells so delicious, she deserves to have the first bite."

Hotaru was stunned and horrified. Her papa wanted her to eat her own clit? The waitress hadn't mentioned this! But she couldn't refuse, this was her Papa's last gift to her, and the waitress had mentioned how sexy she'd look eating it... Hotaru was glad that she was facing away from Haruka Papa and Michiru Mama when her papa had decided she should eat it, because Hotaru knew she didn't just have to accept the horrible gift, she had to pretend to enjoy it too.

"Alright then," the waitress agreed, shifting her focus to Hotaru "Let's get you flipped over. Your nipples are probably about done. I can harvest them while you eat."

Hotaru's eyes widened again in fear. She realized that the waitress was probably telling her now so that the surprise didn't ruin the show she was trying to put on, but the knowledge of what was about to happen had filled her with fear that she couldn't quite hide completely even as the waitress grabbed her by the ankle and flipped her over.

Hotaru let out an adorable yelp as the heated metal of the wok sizzled against her freshly carved rump. The pain and fear were clearly visible in her eyes as she struggled not to scream or pull away.

Both Hotaru's adopted parents watched enthralled as Hotaru stared at her torn off clitoris, seeing it for the first time. This was what she had to eat? It was small, smaller than the tip of her pinkie, but the way it had been torn out by the root meant it was bigger than she'd ever seen it before. She could still feel the piercing ache in her pussy where her clit used to be, and seeing it like this only made that pain worse. Hotaru didn't want to do this.

Still, this wasn't about her. So Hotaru did her best to smile as she cupped her hands in front of her to recieve her papa's 'gift.'

The waitress dropped her mangled clit into her waiting palms. She could see the way it was pinched in the middle now, deformed where the waitress had squeezed it too tightly. It was warm and greasy in her hands. Hotaru stared at it. This, more than anything else, more than the wok, more than her rump being sliced, even more than the way her mamma and papa looked at her now, drove home to her the truth. She was meat now, nothing more than a half-cooked dinner for her mama and papa.

Hotaru looked up. Her parents were eagerly watching her, waiting for her to take the first bite. Out of the corner of her eye Hotaru could see the waitress quickly transferring her meat into two separate bowls each half filled with rice. And before her, in her cupped hands the final step between her, and dinner.

She picked up her amputated clit between her index and her thumb as the waitress set the bowls aside and lifted her carving knife once more. Hotaru tried to smile happily, but it came out slightly tearful as she spoke the phrase that would to complete her transition.

"Itadakimasu!" Hotaru cried with false cheer as she lifted her nub to her smiling lips.

As Hotaru bit into her clit struggling to smile, she couldn't help but compare the taste to a nicely cooked hamburger. The little nub squirted a little in her mouth as she bit into it, and though the taste was pleasant the knowledge of just what she was eating terrified her. Hotaru tried to focus on the taste, to remember she was putting on a show and do her best not to think about the pain that the waitress tearing it off had caused her.

"Oh wow! My cunny tastes delicious!" Hotaru stated as she chewed her clit, drawing a smile from her adoptive mother's face. "Thank you so much for letting me taste it Haruka papa!"

Haruka grinned, ecstatic as her daughter wriggled across the wok enticingly as she devoured her own clit. The oil had washed away the blood from Hotaru's pussy, leaving the wound raw, swollen, and easily visible to her papa's discerning eye. Haruka smiled even wider as she saw what Hotaru couldn't, the waitress stepping up behind her little girl, holding the same sharp knife she'd used to carve apart her daughter's rump.

Hotaru gasped as the waitress looped her gloved arms underneath Hotaru's own, lifting her up by her armpits.

"Your nipples will be the perfect garnish fit the first course!" The waitress stated emphatically. Hotaru could see the large knife, still streaked with blood from the last time it harvested her meat and she couldn't supress the flash of fear that went through her. Her butt was still burning, searing in agony as the hot oil fried her open wounds. She could still feel the torturous ache where her clit used to be, and while her nipples weren't quite as sensitive as that was, they were easily the second most sensitive parts of her body.

Still, Hotaru had a part to play. "Please enjoy my nipples papa! I know they're too big, but I hope you like them anyway!"

"Of course I will Hotaru." Haruka responded with a smile as the waitress raised her knife to the top edge of her adopted daughter's puffy right nipple. The change in Hotaru's chest from before she had started her show was dramatic. Where before the purple-haired girl had been modestly endowed with a pair of pale young breasts whose most distinctive features were the set of large, soft, puffy, pink nipples barely wider than a 100 yen coin; now Hotaru's chest was now dripping with oil and had fried to a light golden color. Her puffy young nipples were dark and crisp and now glistened temptingly in the restaurant's elegant lighting.

Hotaru gasped as the knife sliced through her sensitive teat carving her nipple free from her chest and letting it slide down to her lightly fried belly. The pain was incredible, as the oil leaked down her breast into the wound it felt like her whole chest was on fire. She shook and bucked her hips trying to get away, but she couldn't. Not even to prevent the waitress from taking her other nipple from her.

Michiru could see the fear in her daughter's eyes as she squirmed frantically, trying to avoid another cut of the knife. But between the innocent smile showing just the slightest strain still pasted across her face and the way that her partially cooked muscles had transformed her frantic squirming into something more sensual, it almost looked as if her daughter was cumming from having her nipples carved away. She wasn't of course, but somehow the fact that she was faking it for Haruka's enjoyment made it even hotter.

Hotaru swallowed hard as the waitress liberated her second nipple, accidentally ingesting her own clit. She squirmed, trying to get away from the pain of the hot wok against her butt as the waitress let her go, but weakened as she was her efforts looked more like she was bucking her pussy against the wok's mostly vegetarian contents.

The waitress leaned over and snatched Hotaru's nipples from their resting place on the girl's belly before her movements could knock them into the wok. Tenderly, she placed the former capstones of Hotaru's tits as a final garnish atop each bowl of her already harvested fried rump with rice, before bringing each bowl, with chopsticks placed so that they stuck almost straight up next to the nipples, to Haruka and Michiru.

"Your daughter is served." The waitress announced as she placed the plates next to Hotaru's parents. "Please enjoy your meal."