Juleka couldn't quite suppress the nervous feeling of anticipation in her stomach as she rang the doorbell to Marinette's house. Well, to the patisserie downstairs. The sign in the window declared it was closed, which made sense, considering what would be happening that night.

She hadn't heard from Marinette since they said goodbye at school yesterday. But… that made sense considering the kind of party she'd invited them to. It was… weird, knowing that Marinette was gone. That she'd let herself be used as the main ingredient for the meal they were about to eat. Juleka wasn't sure how to feel about it.

She missed her friend, certainly, but… a part of her, a large part if she was being honest with herself, was… happy.

And it wasn't just that Marinette was giving her the chance to eat a dinner prepared by the greatest chef in the world, although that was certainly part of it. No, Juleka knew in her heart that while she would have been happy to have been invited by Marinette to any dinner cooked by her great uncle, she wouldn't have been nearly as happy as she was now if it weren't for the type of dinner that she and Rose were attending. The fact that it as a girlmeat dinner; that Marinette was the main ingredient? Those were important! Juleka wasn't just excited for dinner, she was excited to be eating another girl! And the fact that that girl was her friend Marinette? Sweet, cute, lovely and occasionally dorky Marinette? Well, Juleka would be lying if she told anyone that that wasn't a big part of the excitement she was feeling as she rang the doorbell to her former friend's family home.

Juleka didn't really know how to feel about that realization, but the fact that Marinette was doing all of this willingly did a lot to sooth most of the guilt she felt. Not all of it; but more than enough for her to say she was looking forward to eating dinner tonight.

Juleka looked at her friend Rose and wondered if she was feeling the same way. She knew that Rose liked boys, but did she like girls too? Was she feeling the same tingling between her thighs that Juleka was at the almost sexual nature of what was about to happen? Or was this just another meal for her? Albeit one with an incredibly rare and fancy kind of menu?

Juleka couldn't tell for sure; and the emo girl didn't want to ruin their friendship by asking. Not that it would… probably at least? But… Juleka had never really felt comfortable talking about her feelings; not even to her friends.

Moments later Marinette's father hurried down the stairs in the back of the shop and opened the door to let them in.

“Juleka and Rose, right?” He asked, just to make sure he had their names right.

Juleka recognized him of course, he'd taught the occasional cooking class at their school, and of course she saw him occasionally when Marinette invited her over to visit. She nodded, letting Rose take the lead.

“That's correct,” Rose smiled. “Thank you for remembering our names!”

“Well, any friend of Marinette's is worth remembering,” Mr. Dupain confided, ushering the girls in and leading them up the stairs. “Come on in, everyone else is here, so we were just waiting on you to arrive.”

Juleka nodded, looking at Marinette's father in askance as he led them past the Dupain-Cheng family area and up the steps to Marinette's room.

“Oh, you must be wondering!” Marinette's father realized as he caught Juleka's expression. “Sifu Cheng and my wife decided to serve dinner in Marinette's room. They thought it would provide the proper atmosphere,” he explained opening the trap door at the top of the stairs and leading them into Marinette's bedroom.

The room was startlingly different. It was the first thing Juleka noticed as she walked up the stairs from below. It was still Marinette's room. Still the same pastel pallet of pinks and purples. But all of Marinette's things aside from her bed up in the loft above had been removed. Her vanity, her desk, her computer, her trunk, her divan, her dummy, even her mirror and string of origami kites. It was all gone leaving… well not bare walls? The giant red abstract peonies still hung just to the right of Marinette's window, and around the walls themselves new posters had been put up in place of the pictures Marinette had kept of Adrien; each one starring a familiar naked girl in a different pose ranging from daring, to waifishly naive. And in the middle of the room? A long table, perfectly set, with a deep red tablecloth and no centerpiece. The only other piece of furniture, aside from the chairs around the table, was a folding tray stand which was set off against the large wooden beam that stretched from floor to ceiling next to the trap door entrance to the room.

The entire atmosphere of the room had changed. It was still Marinette's room, but it was no longer a room where Marinette lived. It was… almost a monument to her, to her body… Juleka couldn't help but wonder how her own cabin back on the houseboat would look given the same treatment.

Marinette's mom stood up from the table as they entered, welcoming them in and pulling chairs out for them to sit in.

“Rose! Juleka! You made it!” Alya beamed.

“Alya was worried you might not come,” Adrien confided.

“Of course we came!” Rose replied. “Marinette was our friend and she invited us! Even if this wasn't such an important dinner we would have come,” Juleka's blonde friend explained.

“Are you two as nervous as I am?” Alya asked, the excitement audible in her voice. “I'd ask Adrien, but he doesn't count. He's already eaten girlmeat before!”

“Hey! I'm plenty excited!” Adrien protested, only for Alya to ignore him.

“Actually,” Rose spoke up softly. “I have too.”

Alya blinked, and Juleka turned her head to stare at her friend with new eyes.

“You have!?” Alya gasped.

“I have,” Rose nodded. “Prince Ali treated me to some two months ago for my birthday. He had her flown in specially for the occasion. She was so beautiful, and then… he asked me if I wanted to eat her.”

“I can't believe you said yes!” Alya marveled.

“You're brave,” Juleka pronounced.

“I'm not that brave,” Rose demurred, blushing from the praise. “She was gorgeous! At first I was worried that Prince Ali was going to tell me that he wanted to date her instead of me. When he asked me if I wanted to eat her… I just got swept up in the moment!” Rose confided.

Juleka stared at her best friend trying to fit this in with what she knew of the kind-hearted blonde.

“Was it… Sexy?” Alya asked before Juleka could even get a handle on the questions she wanted to ask her.

Rose blushed and looked away, but she couldn't hide the smile on her face from anyone in the room.

“Come on girl! Dish!” Alya urged her.

“It was,” Rose admitted.

“It wasn't weird, eating another girl?” Juleka asked.

“It was… It was lovely,” Rose decided with a nod. “And… Romantic too,” Rose nodded. “I know I'll have to deal with other girls if I want to keep seeing Prince Ali… As Sultan he's expected to have more than one wife… I'm… Okay with that,” Rose confessed. “But I never really understood the allure until that night,” the blonde confided.

“Now? I'm… noticing girls a lot more. I'm even thinking of girls I can introduce him to, thinking of girls I might want to eat,” Rose blushed. “Marinette was… one of those girls.”

Juleka's heart fluttered wondering if she too was on one of Rose's lists, and if so… which one?

“Wow.” Alya spoke, stunned. “I never would have guessed!”

Juleka looked around. Marinette's parents were watching patiently with amusement, Alya was clearly curious, and Adrien was smiling as he leaned back in his chair, listening in as well. Their stomachs hadn't dropped out of their bodies in terrified hope the same way hers had at Rose's words. As Juleka took in the naked posters of the girl they were about to eat surrounding her, she thought she had an idea why.

“Juleka! You've never had girlmeat though, right?” Alya pled desperately. “It's not just me?”

“I haven't,” Juleka agreed. “I'm nervous too.”

Alya breathed a sigh of relief. “So it's not just me,” she smiled. “I'm glad someone's looking forward to it as much as I am!”

“Hey! I told you I'm just as excited as you are!” Adrien insisted. “I've had girlmeat before, sure, but… Marinette's a special girl! Can't you tell I'm on the edge of my seat?”

Alya smiled. “Marinette would be thrilled to hear that!”

Before anyone could respond, the trap door to the rooms below opened and in climbed the massive form of Marinette's great uncle, Sifu Wang Chen.

“Ah! Is good everyone is here!” Sifu Cheng beamed. “Dinner will now be served!”

As the massive Chinese man finished climbing the stairs, Juleka noticed a silver platter with something on it held in one hand.

“Everything tonight is cooked from the beautiful Marinette,” the famous chef explained. “The first course is of course hors d'oeuvres,” he continued bringing the platter in to set it down on the tray stand before expertly setting a small plate, each with a pair of hors d'oeuvres, in front of each guest.

“How lovely! What is it, Uncle Cheng?” Marinette's mom asked, looking just as excited as the school girls at the table surrounding her.

Juleka stole a glimpse at the tiny plate set before her. She was never really invited to fancy parties, and with her mom being her mom, her family wasn't about to start throwing formal events. Still, these dishes did look a little familiar…

“Something simple to start,” Sifu Cheng explained. “Bruchetta with Marinette bacon, and a few small crackers with Marinette caviar over brie.”

Juleka reached for one of the small savory starters, barely registering that she wasn't the only one to do so. There were only two pieces, one of each dish, so Juleka reached for the one that seemed most enticing; caviar, crackers, and brie. Juleka didn't know for sure just what Marinette caviar really was, but she could certainly wager a guess. Idly, she wondered how it was harvested. Was Marinette still alive? Did Sifu Cheng cut a slit above each ovary and fish them out one by one? Juleka could feel a jolt of arousal at the thought and she wasn't sure if she wanted to see it happen, or be the one it happened to.

If she hadn't known that this was girlmeat, Juleka wasn't sure she would have guessed. She'd seen Caviar before of course but it was usually black. This was… it was different. It was red. A deep red too! Not like anything she'd ever seen served before. And it was small. There were a lot of them but… they were almost like a paste in consistency; the individual eggs barely visible to her eye.

She could see Marinette's parents feeding each other their portion, their eyes wide with delight as the bit in and tasted their daughter. The sight was so sappy that Juleka couldn't help but smile.

Not wanting to miss the experience, Juleka lifted the hors d'oeuvre to her own lips and bit in, her eyes widening at the salty, savory taste that now filled her mouth. It was… “Amazing!”

Juleka had truly never tasted anything like it. A bit of salt. A lot of flavor. But… it faded on her tongue almost immediately, leaving an almost ephemeral introduction to the taste of Marinette. Eagerly, Juleka reached for the second hors d'oeuvre; the bruchetta with Marinette bacon.

The taste of Marinette was heavier this time. It lingered on her lips along with spices and an almost fruity undertone of peaches.

It left Juleka wanting more.

“Wow!” Alya exclaimed. “That was incredible! Is that what girlmeat tastes like all the time?” She asked, amazedly.

“No way!” Adrien replied. “Sifu Cheng's cooking is so much better than anything I've ever tasted before!”

Rose nodded along, the girlmeat she'd had before was good. But this? This was incomparable!

“Thank you,” Sifu Cheng replied. “But it is not just me. Marinette was best ingredient a chef could ask for.”

“She really was,” Rose agreed. “I can't wait for the next course!”

“This is how all of you feel?” Sifu Cheng asked, receiving eager nods all around. “Of course, then I will get next course right away.”

He nodded, bowing as he left the room with the platter, taking a tiny plate with the last two hors d'oeuvres with him. One of each type. 'They must be his portions,' Juleka realized. 'He'd put them out in case someone else wanted seconds.'

Juleka smiled softly. Sifu Cheng really was a wonderful man.

“That caviar was amazing!” Adrien gushed. “And that bacon! How did he do it?”

“He has a secret method for curing it overnight,” Marinette's mom explained. “I'm not sure how he does it, I've always been more interested in baking than cooking like Uncle Cheng does, but I do know that he smoked the bacon using peach wood. It really is delicious. There was enough that Uncle Cheng made us some for breakfast, but I think this time it was even better…”

Alya nodded. She'd stopped by this morning to say goodbye to her friend, only to find her already harvested and partially cooked. But once he found out that Alya was a friend of his grand-niece, he refused to let Alya leave without a plate of Marinette bacon and eggs. Though the latter hadn't come from her best friend.

Before the conversation could continue, the trapdoor opened once moor and Sifu Cheng entered carrying yet another large silver platter. This time it was covered, and as he set it down on the folding tray and uncovered it, the unearthly scent of Sifu Cheng's incredible Marinette soup filled the air.

The soup was purple, with a a golden swirl in the center with a purple flower and a few green leaves on top. It smelled like… Juleka wasn't sure she could describe it. Carrots, and ginger were part of it, but there was more. A subtle smell like wild grasses, and a meaty undertone which Juleka could easily identify despite never having smelling it before. Marinette. The soup was aptly named. It was thick and creamy. Delicious steam wafted from it and it looked so lovely that Juleka wasn't certain she could bring herself to ruin it by consuming it.

Sifu Cheng began passing out the bowls, handing them out person by person starting with Rose and working around the table until finally he set a bowl beside Juleka. He sat down at the empty seat at the table's head and smiled at the rest of his guests. “Please! Eat! Marinette soup is best when fresh.”

Juleka stared as he picked up a spoon and began to dig in, his lips curling into an unconscious smile as he savored his niece's contribution to his world-famous dish.

Juleka wondered what part of Marinette made it into the bowl in front of her. Was it meat from her thigh? Her arms? Did he flavor the initial broth with her bones?

Whatever it was, it was perfect, Juleka decided as she tasted the soup for the first time. It felt like… like home. It was warm and soothing, but also light and adventurous. It tasted just like Marinette! Not just her meat, but her personality. It was perky! The carrots and ginger blending to evoke the blue-haired girl's joie de vivre!

“What gives it the color, if you don't mind me asking Sifu Cheng?” Adrien inquired.

“Purple carrots,” the man replied.

“It really is stunning, and the color reminds me of Marinette,” Rose chimed in, sneaking a look at the similarly colored walls of the other girl's former bedroom.

“Yes. Coincidence, I think. But a good one,” Sifu Cheng smiled back.

It really was an excellent soup. She could almost imagine it without the subtle flavors of her friend's meat. It would be very nice without them, but with them? It was perfect. Light though. It didn't feel filling. Which was probably a good thing since there was certainly more Marinette in store for all of them before the meal was over, and Juleka, for one, didn't want to miss a thing.

Would she taste anywhere near as good if she were cooked? Was it Marinette's uncle? or was it her? Juleka couldn't get the thought out of her head. She glanced at Rose. Her best friend was savoring her soup with obvious relish, smiling broadly with a look of innocent wonder in her eyes.

Was it because it was a girl that they knew on the table? Was that why Rose was so enthusiastic? Or… Did she really enjoy the experience of girlmeat that much? If Juleka confessed her feelings to her… How would Rose respond?

Juleka wasn't sure.

Alya was certainly enjoying eating her best friend, Juleka noticed as her eyes roamed around the table. She was chatting softly with Adrien.

"-was it like for you then?"

"Nowhere near as nice as this. It was at a party Chloé threw. None of us met the girl beforehand. We didn't even know Chloé was serving girlmeat until her butler pulled the cover off the platter. There was a woman in her twenties underneath it. Already fully roasted. She was laying down on her back like she was sleeping, except every inch of her was golden brown. We never even learned her name. She tasted good, and it was fun enough at the time. But nothing compared to this meal."

Juleka wondered how the girl Rose had eaten was served. Was she still identifiable? Or was she turned into delicious dishes like Marinette had been? She'd have to ask her after dinner, once they were alone.

_______

It took a few minutes for the rest of the dinner table to finish their soup. Juleka envied them a bit as she watched them savor the flavor of it, but it wasn't as if they'd been served any more than she had. She'd just made the mistake of not paying enough attention as she ate. She hoped Marinette didn't hold it against her, wherever she was now that she'd been cooked.

Once the bowls were all emptied, Sifu Cheng gathered them up on the same platter he'd brought them out on and carried them back down the stairs into the kitchen.

"So? What do you think so far?" Rose asked quietly.

Juleka tilted her head as she tried to think of what to say.

It was sexy. Eating Marinette. Imagining what parts had gone into each dish. Even her brief thoughts of what it would be like in her place. They were all turning her on. Could she say that? Or would Rose be weirded out?

It was tasty too. This was certainly the best meal she'd ever eaten so far. There weren't even any close competitors. She could certainly say that without Rose thinking she was strange.

Of course there was also the-

"I mean, it's kind of sexy, don't you think?" Rose continued. "Marinette was so pretty. Much prettier than me, and so nice and now I'm eating her and I can't help but notice the posters on the wall as I do it. It feels-" Rose cut herself off before finishing the sentence.

"I know what you mean," Juleka agreed, thinking of the eager heat nestled between her thighs as well as how that heat had grown with each new taste of her former friend.

Rose smiled happily at her and Juleka felt her heart lurch in her chest as she responded with a dopey smile of her own. It took a while to calm down. She had to remind herself that Rose liked men, and that recent admissions aside, that probably wasn't going to change.

As soon as Juleka managed to pull her emotions into something something resembling normal, the trap door opened once more; Sifu Cheng emerging with yet another covered platter in hand.

Juleka licked her lips in anticipation as the master chef approached. Everything had been so incredible so far! She couldn't help but wonder what kind of savory delight the man would serve them next.

Sifu Cheng pulled the top off the platter to reveal what looked at first glance to be two small loaves of bread and a bowl of mashed potatoes, and a small plate full of baby carrots. Each loaf about the length of the tip of Juleka's fingers to the base of her palm, and about as wide as the widest part of her hand. Juleka frowned as she tried to figure out what the master chef had made; Marinette bread? How would that even work?

She frowned a bit deeper. No. It couldn't be Marinette bread. There was something more to this. The subtle savory scent she was coming to identify with her friend's meat was wafting up from the once-covered dish. Whatever this was, there was more to it than met the eye.

Sifu Cheng placed the platter on his folding tray and picked up the large fork and sharp carving knife her had left on the platter. He smiled widely at them, clearly happy at the way his latest dish had captured everyone's attention.

“Next course is special; Marinette Wellington,” he announced before turning his attention to the small loaves as he began to carve them.

'Marinette Wellington?' Juleka wondered to herself. She'd never heard of such a dish.

The smell of roasted Marinette got stronger as Sifu Cheng began to carve the loaves into slices. There was something about them but… Juleka couldn't quite see the details from where she was sitting.

Everyone else seemed excited. She could see the wide-eyed expressions on Alya and Adrien's faces, and even Marinette's mom seemed to be eagerly anticipating the next course. Juleka breathed in and then out, accidentally filling her nose with the luscious scent of Marinette. It was certainly alluring, but it wasn't helping her calm down at all. The anticipation was killing her, but… she could wait. Juleka shot a glance at her beautiful best-friend. She'd waited far longer for other things, after all…

The next thing Juleka knew, Sifu Cheng was serving the slices he had carved.

Juleka's eyes widened as Sifu Cheng returned her plate with some mashed potatoes, a pair of baby carrots, and two slices of… Well, it had to be Marinette Wellington, but it wasn't a dish that she had ever really seen before. She realized immediately where the savory scent of roasted girlmeat had come from. Though the outside of the dish was a flaky pastry shell, almost like a croissant, the inside was a beautiful tender slice of Marinette. It was cooked perfectly; though given the quality of the food so far that was no surprise. Juleka leaned in closer. There was something between the pastry shell and the meat, a layer of… Juleka wasn't sure what it was. It smelled delicious though!

Everyone else was already eating, Juleka realized as she looked around. Sifu Cheng had even served himself and was now partaking in the meal he'd made with them! She reached down and picked up her fork and knife and carved off a small slice, careful to get both the meat and the shell in the process as she speared it with her fork.

Juleka bit down and her world exploded in flavor! Marinette was clearly the star of the show, her flavor familiar to the purple-haired girl after the soup and hors d'oeuvres. But the supporting cast of flavors! Croissant, pâté, pepper, mushrooms, herbs she couldn't quite discern! They all blended together into a wonderful whole. Flaky on the outside with tons of substance within! It really was like eating Marinette!

Juleka blushed in embarrassment as she realized how silly that thought was. The meat inside the Marinette Wellington did come directly from her friend, after all. But… the emotion still remained. Juleka didn't think Marinette would taste as much like her personality without Sifu Cheng's choice of presentation.

The Emo girl swallowed happily, using her fork to scoop up a bit of the potatoes to follow the meat.

Her eyes widened almost comically as she tasted the fluffy white mass. “This… Tastes like Marinette!” She exclaimed softly, unable to control herself.

“You noticed,” Sifu Cheng smiled back. “Was tricky to get just right. Had to use compound butter. Garlic, herbs, and Marinette. Took fat from breasts. Were small, but had enough to make more than enough potatoes for the meal.”

Juleka looked down at the fluffy mass of mashed potatoes on her plate. She never would have guessed from seeing them that they too were made from Marinette. Her breasts. Juleka blushed faintly as she remembered the covert glances she'd snuck of those same breasts in the locker room. And now they were on her plate in a form she'd never have recognized had she not been told…

She scooped up another bite, savoring the taste as the warm mash covered her tongue. Marinette really was delicious! The small sliver of guilt that Juleka had felt earlier at the thought of eating her friend was slowly transforming into… the emo girl wasn't quite sure what it was turning into! Her fingers were trembling with each bite, there was a heat between her legs both like and unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The metaphorical feeling of weight in her stomach had turned into a literal weight, but… instead of feeling anxious it now filled her with a comforting warmth, like Marinette was there with her, hugging her. Juleka had never felt anything like it before. She didn't want it to end.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she carved another slice from the Marinette wellington, savoring the taste as she chewed. 'Thank you, Marinette,' Juleka thought to herself. 'I never would have been able to enjoy this without you.'

Juleka ran her fingers nervously through her hair, smiling softly to herself as she pondered the dinner so far. She was glad Marinette agree to become girlmeat. She was glad her friend was snuffed for this. She could admit that without guilt now, at least to herself. This meal was… it was incredible! A once in a lifetime experience that wouldn't be the same without Marinette as the main ingredient. She'd miss her friend and her bubbly personality and klutzy antics, but… losing Marinette was worth it in return for this special meal. After all, without this meal, Juleka still wouldn't know about Rose's own realization regarding girls. She'd be stuck thinking she didn't have a ghost of a chance.

Juleka took another bite of Marinette's delicious meat. The girl it once belonged to was special; irreplaceable really. Her inability to admit her feelings to the guy she liked coupled with her constant determination to try anyway… Marinette was brave in a way that Juleka could only dream of! She was willing to go to any lengths to be with her crush, even agreeing to become dinner just to make him happy; a goal that she'd certainly succeeded at from the look on Adrien's face as he enjoyed his own slice of Marinette Wellington.

Juleka had always envied Marinette's bravery, but now? Eating her like this? It almost felt like she was taking a bit of that bravery for herself. Marinette was part of her now, supporting her and urging her on where otherwise Juleka would have been too shy on her own.

Beneath the table, Juleka reached for Rose's hand and clasped it in her fingers. It took a second, but slowly, Rose's fingers wound back around her own. A rush of heat shot through Juleka and she couldn't help but take a glance at the lovely girl sitting next to her. Rose was smiling back. It wasn't romantic… not yet. But… there was something to it, deeper than mere friendship. Something Rose felt too. Juleka thanked Marinette once more as she picked up the last bit of potatoes with her fork and brought it to her lips, feeling it spread across her tongue. After all, without Marinette, none of this would have been possible.

________

Alya was in heaven as she devoured her best friend. Marinette really had no right being this delicious! Had Alya known! Well, not much would have changed actually. She still valued her friend more as a friend than for her meat; but since it was Marinette's decision to let herself be cooked, for Adrien of course, Alya had absolutely no qualms about enjoying her.

It was a shame she couldn't share her with Nino though, but she understood Marinette's reluctance to let a boy eat her. Well, a boy who wasn't her super massive crush anyway, Alya thought with a smile and a glance at the blond-haired model sitting beside her.

Still, eating Marinette like this was getting to be unreasonably arousing. Was all girlmeat like this? Or Just Marinette? Alya just couldn't get the photos they'd taken the day before yesterday out of her head. Of course, having some of them up as posters on the walls wasn't helping with that at all. And maybe she shouldn't have looked through them after school before coming here?

Alya savored the taste of her last bite of Marinette Wellington. Every dish so far had been fantastic and this was no exception! Alya was already sort of dreading the meal ending, though… maybe there would be some of Marinette left over, like there was the incredible bacon she'd had that morning?

At least Marinette's plan to give Adrien the best meal of his life had paid off in spades. She'd never seen the boy so honestly happy and unguarded as he looked right then!

Alya blinked as she noticed Sifu Cheng gathering up the plates. Was everyone done then? She hoped so. She couldn't wait for the next course!

________

Of course all good things had to come to an end, Juleka realized as Sifu Cheng returned with the next course. Juleka watched as best she could as the Chinese chef removed the top from the platter and set it aside to serve everyone, even though she still didn't have a very good view.

“This is main course now, marinated Marinette steak with roasted cauliflower, topped with butter and five spice blend.”

Rose's eyes widened as Sifu Cheng set her portion in front of her. She was on the edge of her seat with excitement, the way she was shaking her fists up near her shoulders gave it away. “Oh wow! This smells amazing! Doesn't it Juleka? I can't wait to try it!”

“Me too,” Juleka admitted, looking at the beautiful slices of steak in front of her, set next to the shiny red topped cauliflower. It certainly looked as appetizing as it smelled.

Juleka looked over at her friend as Sifu Cheng finished serving the table. This seemed as good a chance as any… “How was the girl you ate with Prince Ali served?” Juleka asked in her almost mumbling monotone.

Rose cocked her head at the question. “Huh, I guess I never told you about that, did I?” she asked.

Juleka shook her head in response, cutting a piece of Marinette steak as she looked at her best friend and secret crush.

“Well-!”

“Sorry, Sifu Cheng? I don't want to be a bother but… I think you forgot about me?” Adrien spoke up as Sifu Cheng finished serving the table. Every last place save for his was filled with a plate of Marinette steak and cauliflower, but his place was still empty. Honestly it was kind of strange since given the way he was serving? In order to serve the whole table like that, Sifu Cheng would have had to deliberately skip over Adrien to do it.

“No. I remember you. You are Adrien, correct?” Sifu Cheng asked as if to confirm something.

Adrien nodded.

“You will not be eating Marinette steak today. But do not worry, I have perfect dish for you! Marinette insisted.”

Adrien blinked, not sure what was coming. What could Marinette have insisted he get that no one else could eat?

Of course, given the conspiratorial look between everyone else at the table, the answer was pretty obvious, knowing Marinette.

“For you, seasoned Marinette fillet instead!” Sifu Cheng proclaimed setting down Adrien's special dish.

Adrien's eyes went wide as he realized what it was, and he wasn't the only one either. Ayla grinned at the sight, Rose gasped, and Juleka silently raised her hand to cover her own open mouth.

There on Adrien's plate sat the perfectly preserved pussy of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It shined in the light of her room, fully roasted and ready to eat, the same red-topped cauliflower sitting to the side.

“There… there must be a mistake?” Adrien stuttered. “Me? Isn't this meant to go to Alya? She's Marinette's best friend!”

“Marinette was very clear,” Sifu Cheng insisted. “Her filet meant for her friend Adrien. My French is not so good, but it is good enough to tell difference between Adrien and Alya.”

Alya nodded. “Marinette only agreed to be cooked because of you She'd definitely want you to have it.”

Marinette's mother agreed. “She told me that you'd convinced her when she told me that Uncle Cheng could prepare her.”

Adrien's eyes were wide with shock. “Convinced her!? She told just me she was doing it out of the blue? How could I have convinced her?” Adrien asked, puzzled.

“Well, she did have an enormous crush on you!” Rose informed him. “Maybe it was something you said?”

Alya nodded. “I was talking to her when it happened. That's it exactly.”

“But, I barely said three words to her though? What could I have said?” Adrien asked, confused.

“It was exactly three words,” Alya explained. “When she asked if you'd ever had girlmeat before, you texted back: 'I have. Why?' That's what did it.”

Adrien blinked. “That makes no sense though.”

“Well, that's what did it. I can't tell you any more, I do have to protect my BFF,” Alya replied.

Well, if she really did want me to have this then… I can't exactly refuse,” Adrien gave in happily.

“What's the matter Adrien, never eaten pussy before?” Alya leered.

“Actually no. I haven't,” Adrien blushed. “Since it was Chloé's party, she insisted on having the prime cut. And well… I haven't even seen another girl's in real life before.”

“Oh! That's So Romantic!” Rose cooed. “Marinette's your first!”

“And he's hers as well,” Juleka agreed.

Adrian's blush was practically crimson by now as he snuck glances at Marinette's privates, now displayed for his enjoyment like the piece of meat they'd become. “I guess… I guess I am,” he agreed.

“Well? Don't just stare at her! Try some!” Rose insisted.

Adrian picked up his fork and knife and carved off a slice of Marinette's delectable-looking cunt, raising it to his mouth before biting in. He shivered as her sublime flavor hit his taste buds. Marinette mixed with soy sauce and garlic which brought out a lovely undertone of what Adrien would later learn was female arousal.

“Well? What do you think, Adrien?” Alya probed.

“Miraculous! Marinette is simply the best!” Adrien gushed as he swallowed his first bite.

“She'd be absolutely delighted to hear that,” Alya beamed, starting in on her own piece of Marinette steak. “Oh my god! This is amazing! This is the best dish yet, Sifu Cheng!”

“Is all credit of Marinette,” the large man demurred. “There is no great chef without proper ingredient.”

“Oh! She's so tender!” Rose cheered as she bit into her first bite. “She's so much better than the last girl I ate! I'll have to make sure Prince Ali gets you to cook the next girl, Sifu Cheng.”

“I've never cooked for prince before,” Sifu Cheng agreed.

Juleka brought her own little slice of Marinette to her lips and began to chew. Immediately the flavor overwhelmed her! Adrien was right! This was miraculous! She needed something to temper it! Carefully, Juleka speared one of the pieces of cauliflower and bit down.

'Spicy! But pleasant all on its own,' were Juleka's first thoughts. 'Though, underneath that there's something…' The emo girl looked up. “Sifu Cheng, did you use the same butter for the cauliflower as the potatoes?”

The large Chef beamed! “I did! You have very sensitive tongue for flavor! Butter does not cling to cauliflower the same way it does potatoes. Results in much milder Marinette flavor. Not everyone realizes secret ingredient.”

Juleka blushed at the praise, realizing that everyone else was looking at her with impressed expressions on their faces, even Marinette's Mom and dad!

“Thank you, Sifu Cheng,” Juleka almost whispered before going back to her plate. She wanted to finish off her friend before she got cold.

'Eating Marinette like this really was a magical sort of experience,' Juleka decided, savoring yet another bite of her friend's delectable steak as she watched Adrien carve up Marinette's cunt across the table. 'Everyone's enjoying her! Everyone's happy.' Juleka smiled. 'Would they feel the same way eating me?' She wondered to herself. Her eyes fell on her best friend next to her, happily enjoying herself as she swallowed yet another bite of their former friend. 'Rose really does seem to enjoy eating girlmeat…'

'Was this what Marinette had felt when she volunteered?' Juleka wondered at the tinge of jealousy inside her as she watched the girl she loved devour another girl. 'Was this why Marinette volunteered?' Juleka wasn't sure. Her own cunt tingled at the thought of following in Marinette's footsteps, of being prepared by a master chef like Sifu Cheng… 'Rose had already asked him to cook girlmeat for Prince Ali… Maybe she should ask to be that girl? Judging from the pace which the seasoned Marinette steak was vanishing from her plate, Rose certainly had no issues with eating a friend.'

'Well.. that's not quite right?' Juleka realized as she thought back to Rose's reasoning when Marinette had given them their invitations. 'Rose has no issues eating a friend when it's the friend's decision,' Juleka smiled softly. 'Rose is way too caring and kind to ever ask another girl to cook for her, especially someone she was friends with…'

Juleka stabbed at her plate only to realize that she'd done it again! She'd eaten Marinette almost on auto-pilot, completely distracted by her thoughts… and if she was being honest? By Rose as well.

'Damn it! Rose was just… so distracting.' Juleka thought to herself as she snuck yet another glance at the girl next to her. 'What am I going to say to her after dinner is over?' Juleka wondered. Something had changed about their relationship. They'd shared… something. But Juleka wasn't quite sure what it was. Did Rose like her like Juleka liked Rose? Or was it something else?

Juleka wasn't sure. She wanted Rose, but more than that, she wanted Rose to want her. Juleka snuck another peek at the girl beside her as she gleefully devoured their friend, moaning and gasping with each bite at just how marvelous Marinette tasted. A heavy feeling built up in her chest. She recognized the feeling. She'd felt it before when Rose had started chasing after Prince Ali, and then every time after when the innocent young blonde mentioned the prince. Jealousy. She was… She was Jealous! Of Marinette!

Marinette was gone! She'd sacrificed her life for this meal. She wasn't a threat, she was a friend! A friend who went out of her way to invite both Rose and Juleka! There was nothing to be jealous of!

Was there? Juleka wondered, staring at her crush. Rose looked like she was in heaven. With each bite of Marinette it seemed like the blonde was overcome by a new wave of almost orgasmic pleasure. It was… sexual. Marinette was becoming a part of her. She'd be with her forever, and Juleka gasped almost silently as she realized why she was jealous. For Rose…. This was a night that she'd never forget. A Night of sensual pleasure fueled by the sacrifice of a beautiful young girl. And Rose wanted her! Juleka realized. She wanted Marinette the same way Juleka wanted Rose to want her! Deeply, heedless of any obstacles. Rose was… not addicted to the taste of Marinette, but… she certainly craved it.

That's why she was jealous, Juleka realized. Rose craved Marinette… and not her. Well, she could certainly try and fix that, and if she couldn't? Juleka glanced at Sifu Cheng as he enjoyed his slice of Marinette steak, her eyes traveling towards the half-eaten form of Marinette's filet on Adrien's plate. There was definitely at least one way that Rose would crave her the same way as Marinette.

The emo girl watched as everyone finished their pieces of Marinette, paying careful attention to Adrien as he sliced Marinette's tender roasted lower lips apart, slowly devouring their friend's womanhood; piece by piece. Adrien had started at the bottom of Marinette's sex, slicing apart the tissue connecting the two lips and then cutting them bit by bit, slicing each lip to match it's twin after each bite until nothing remained but the final bite the front of Marinette's slit, topped with her cute little clit.

Juleka caught Rose shooting admiring and envious looks at Adrien, and she couldn't help but wonder what her own filet would look like if Sifu Cheng prepared it. It was clear that Rose had an interest…

Juleka shook her head. She needed to talk with Rose first. She shouldn't just volunteer. There could be a chance after all. Prince Ali did need several wives, right?

Sifu Cheng gathered the plates and brought them downstairs. Juleka wondered what would be next. Dessert? Marinette was much more filling that Juleka expected her to be. If the next course wasn't dessert, Juleka wasn't sure she'd have room.

“Rose,” Juleka's mouth had started working without her say-so. “I…”

Rose turned to her, her eyes open and inviting, urging her to say whatever she needed. Rose was… She was perfect, and Juleka didn't want to spoil that, but… she had to know.

“I… do you ever think that you could…. I mean I… I love you.” Juleka mumbled. “I want to be with you, forever. Can that… happen?”

Rose's eyes widened. Juleka could see the thoughts passing through them as her friend connected the dots, putting old interactions in a new light. “I never realized.” Rose admitted.

Juleka waited for her answer. The truth was out there now. There was no need to rush her friend.

“I'm… I'm dating Prince Ali now,” Rose admitted. “I know he's going to have more than one wife…” Rose confessed. “I'm okay with that. But… I'm not… that's not for me?” Rose explained. “If I'm with the prince… I was to be with just him,” the blonde informed her purple highlighted friend as gently as possible.

Rose must have seen the expression on Juleka's face because she was quick to reassure her. “It's not that you're not beautiful!” Rose rushed out. “You're lovely, Juleka. And if it weren't for Prince Ali, I'd be with you in a heartbeat! It's just… I… I'm a one person sort of girl. I can't… I'm sorry…” Rose finished at a loss for words.

Juleka nodded. “I understand.” The emo haired girl paused, looking up at her best friend. “Are you still interested in getting Sifu Cheng to cook for you and Prince Ali?” she asked, uncertainly.

Rose frowned. “I am, but… You're not suggesting…”

“I am,” Juleka nodded. “If I can't be with you romantically, then… I want to help your romance with Prince Ali,” Juleka confessed.

“Are you… sure?” Rose asked, nervously, not sure how to feel about this latest development.

Juleka felt her stomach flip at the question. Was she sure? Juleka wasn't certain. She'd much rather be with Rose normally. But… Juleka noticed Rose's eyes flick towards the posters of Marinette posing naked on the walls of what had once been the blue-haired girl's own room. The blonde was sucking in her lower lip, it was cute, but Juleka knew the real reason. Rose wanted her. Shew as imagining her. What she'd taste like. Comparing her to Marinette in her mind. Rose just… didn't want to admit it.

The purple-haired girl girl felt her nethers flush with the realization. Rose wanted her. She wanted her! And sure, it wasn't the way that Juleka wanted but…

Juleka snuck a look of her own at the soft-core pornographic posters lining Marinette's room.

She'd be lying if the thought of doing what Marinette did, of becoming what Marinette became didn't… appeal to her.

“I'm sure,” Juleka asserted in her usual monotone. “If you'd enjoy me… I want you to.”

Rose nodded. “I would! But… What if you change your mind?”

“I won't,” Juleka assured her friend, and to her surprise, she realized it was the truth. “But, it'll be a month your prince visits again, right? If I'm having doubts, I'll tell you.” Juleka paused. “If I do this… will you eat my…” the Emo girl blushed, embarrassed.

“Your filet!?” Rose asked, excited.

“Not so… not so loud,” Juleka hushed her friend. “But yes.”

“Of course I will!” Rose agreed. “I know Adrien's the one Marinette did this for, but… you won't believe how jealous I was watching him eat hers!”

“I saw,” Juleka assured her friend. “That's why I'm giving you mine.”

Rose's eyes lit up in gratitude as she reached in to pull her best friend into a tight hug. “Thank you!” Rose expressed, and Juleka could hear the wavering in her voice which told her that Rose was on the verge of crying happy tears. “I'm sorry I can't be with you how you want me to,” Rose confessed.

“I understand,” Juleka confided. And she did understand. Rose had enough love for everyone in her life, but she was faithful, stern, and protective beneath a meek demeanor, Rose didn't waver. She expressed what she wanted and went for it. That was a large part of what Juleka loved about the blonde. But… that faithfulness meant that as long as her heart was set on Prince Ali, Rose wouldn't waver. Juleka would always be her friend, but she'd never be her girlfriend. “It's okay,” Juleka confessed. “As long as you enjoy me I'll be happy.”

Rose smiled sadly. “Thank you so much for this.”

Juleka smiled back almost wistfully, not sure what to say.

The trap door to Marinette's bedroom opened once more. Sifu Cheng had returned.

______

The final course was dessert after all, Juleka realized with a smile as Sifu Cheng began to distribute the dishes. “Vanilla ice cream, with special Marinette sauce, topped with bits of candied bacon.”

Sifu Cheng didn't even have to explain where the bacon came from. Everyone at the table understood, and if they didn't, then they would as soon as the treats touched their tongues. They were after all, well trained to recognize the taste of Marinette Dupain-Cheng by this point in the meal.

The ice cream was delicious, the sauce an almost clear translucent white that blended in against the white of the frozen treat. The bacon sprinkled liberally on top added a warmth and slight crunch to the dish that helped to counteract the cold.

Juleka froze, trying to place the taste of the sauce. It was different. It lacked the meaty taste of the rest of the meal, but there was still an almost undeniable note of Marinette, almost like a fragrance. It was… It was turning her on.

“Sifu Cheng, if you don't mind me asking, what exactly is this sauce?” Adrien asked curiously.

“Ah, is very special sauce,” the large man replied. “Marinette made herself before butchering. She was thinking of you.”

Juleka's eyes widened. That's why the sauce tasted so familiar! It wasn't the taste of Marinette! It was the taste of arousal! Juleka liked her fingers clean after every session of… relaxation time, that she enjoyed. That was where she recognized the taste from. They were literally enjoying the flavors created by Marinette's pussy!

Juleka had to suck in a breath to control the shivering trembling shudders of pleasure she experienced at the thought of Marinette, so turned on by Adrien, so turned on by the thought of becoming Adrien's dinner! That she managed to produce enough 'sauce' to top seven scoops of ice cream! Would she be just as turned on when her time came? Juleka wondered sneaking a glance at the girl she'd be snuffed for next month. The girl with the two-toned hair had a sneaking suspicion she would be…

The Ice cream was a welcome delight as it settled in her stomach after coasting across her tongue. It was light and sweet with a heady undertone of arousal as it glided across her palate. Like a final farewell orgasm for her tongue; a fitting goodbye to Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

With only one scoop each, dessert was a much shorter course than any other, and with her thoughts now put in order and her plans in place, Juleka could just relax and enjoy the medley of tastes that Marinette had gifted her. Chef Cheng would do just as well working with her, Juleka decided. Marinette was wonderful, but she'd be a dish fit for a king, or at least a prince and his hopefully soon-to-be princess. Not necessarily better, but different. In the depths of her mind, Juleka wondered what Sifu Cheng would have in store for her.

Once everyone was done and the meals were all completed, Sifu Cheng stood up to gather the dishes one last time.

Juleka wasn't sure who started clapping, but she joined in as soon as she heard it, making the middle-aged Chinese man blush.

“Thank you, Sifu Cheng,” Adrien expressed, standing up. “This truly was the greatest meal I've ever eaten.”

The blush if anything, only deepened as the rest of the table voiced their agreement.

“It was all fault of ingredients. With good ingredient comes good Chef,” Sifu Cheng demurred. But his modesty did nothing to stop the ocean of praise that followed his way as he gathered the bowls.

“-The best filet I've ever tasted.”

“The only filet-”

“you, for making this lovely dinner uncle-”

“soup was absolutely incredible! Don't you-”

The conversation mingled and engulfed her, but where normally Juleka would leave, or shy away from the noise, now she just relaxed, feeling included as one of the few who had shared this special, almost sacred experience of enjoying Marinette Dupain-Cheng the way she was meant to be enjoyed, the way that Juleka hoped she was meant to be enjoyed as well. She and Rose would talk to Sifu Cheng once the dinner was over, before they left. Their future plans for her were for the future. For the rest of the night, Juleka just wanted to relax and enjoy some after dinner conversation with her friends.

The End