Meatgirl 17

Tags: cannibalism, female, semi-consent, lactation, cloning

This is an alternate variation of part of Mickey 17. This version picks up about a third of the way through the movie in a memorable scene. I've tried to put in enough context to make it at least somewhat sensible for people who haven't seen it, but this story will certainly make more sense to those who have seen the movie and know the characters. I don't think I really spoil anything significant, but still, some spoilers are inevitable with this sort of thing, so be warned. I put in quite a large chunk of the original dinner scene with no modifications, since it already very nearly set up the alternate dystopian possibility I've chosen to portray here.

Bon appetit.

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Mickey 17 carved off a large slice of the imitation stake and devoured it like the half starved man he was.

"So glad you seem to be enjoying it," said Ylfa. "How's the sauce?"

Mickey looked across the table at the powerful couple hosting the private dinner and awkwardly tried to mumble a reply, his mouth still stuffed with the rare, sauce-soaked meat. The politician's wife realized that he was in no position to speak.

"Oh, sorry, sorry," apologized the forceful woman. "Please, continue."

Marshall spoke up excitedly, seeing an opening to talk once his wife had stopped.

"Yeah, yeah, Mickey," he began. "Listen, going back to everything that happened with uh…"

"Jennifer," Ylfa softly prompted.

"Yes, Jennifer. Jennifer uh.." Marshall fumbled.

"Chilton," Ylfa provided.

Mickey did his best to look like he was listening as he continued scarfing down his steak.

"I know, I know," the man dismissed his wife. More soberly, he continued, "When we lost our dear Jennifer Chilton, I may have gotten a little angry and said some terribly unkind things. I know it's late, and I want to apologize."

Ylfa laughed hollowly, clinging to her husband's arm. "He's always like this: such an adorable man and then suddenly he's all cutthroat!"

Marshall softly asked his wife to let him handle the conversation.

"Sorry," he said to Mickey, dripping with nearly as much artificial appeal as the steak Mickey was chewing. "You're still squishy, fresh out of the printer. Continue feeding yourself."

It had only been a few hours since the latest reincarnation of Mickey had been printed out by the human printer, so the leader and his wife excused his poor manners. They all turned, hearing the door open as Kai Katz entered the lavish private dining room.

"Oh," Marshall said mildly. "Anyway, we have another special guest here. Hi, Kai."

"Sorry, I'm late," she replied, crossing the room to take her seat next to Mickey 17.

"You look very nice," Marshall praised.

"Thank you," she graciously breathed.

She was just wearing one of the standard colony uniforms, but it’s true that she made the dull blue outfits look good. Her smooth, long brown hair at least was entirely her own and was freshly cleaned and brushed, making it shine with a healthy luster.

Marshall waved her to her seat, "Come, come. Sit."

"It's good to see you," welcomed Ylfa.

Mickey looked over at the beautiful young woman as she took her place, but was too shy (and hungry) to speak.

"You okay?" inquired Marshall tenderly. "Emotionally?"

"Yeah, I feel fine, sir," a more demure Kai replied. "Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it, Kai," Ylfa consoled the younger woman. "I'm so sorry about Jennifer. I hear you were extremely close. Your best friend. But I knew you'd stay strong throughout it all."

Kai took their disingenuous words soberly, "Thank you, ma'am."

"But," Marshall stepped in, "we didn't invite you here simply to comfort you."

Marshall and his wife leaned against each other in a semblance of affection. The most powerful man and woman within a lightyear smiled at the attractive woman with hungry looks.

"We've had our eyes on you, Katz," Marshall attempted to charm her.

"On me, sir?"

"Mmm," he agreed.

"May I ask why?" she asked timidly.

"You're one of us," he stated. "With your impeccable genetics, you are the perfect specimen for the colony I envision."

"Thank you sir," she smiled.

"That's why the church, I mean, um, company, has chosen me to lead this expedition," he boasted. "The Earth's beyond saving with all its muddy people. But you, you're something special, and I'm creating a world on a pure white planet full of superior people. Like you. Like us." Turning to his Ylfa for support, "Isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes. Mmm. It's his vision," she purred.

"My vision," he echoed.

"His sensibilities," Ylfa flashed her bleached white smile.

"Sensibility," he also bared his impossibly perfect teeth at the uneasy woman.

"But let's be honest," Ylfa returned to business with a low voice, "with your medical records in hand, you ran to join our expedition instead of one of those pathetic planets where they plant microchips in their artificially fabricated cattle and pigs."

Marshall marvelled at the young woman seated across from him. "You really are the perfect candidate for Niflheim's natural meat and dairy production program, aren't you dear?"

Kai forced a laugh, hoping it was a joke. "Mr. Marshall, am I just a uterus and a pair of teats to you?"

The table grew silent for a tense moment before Ylfa responded firmly. "No! No, no, no. It's nothing like that Kai. We aren't going to eat you, dear. No, this man is not one to objectify real women. All my husband means to say is he has very high standards. His only dream is of a planet exclusively for a pure human race."

Marshall interjected, "That consumes real crops, and real, top quality meat and milk, and dinners with delicate delicious sauces."

"Oh," moaned Ylfa, "sauce is the true litmus test of civilization. People who devour burnt meat are barbarians. Do try the sauce, Kai. Here, I made it myself with some of my own special ingredients."

"Oh," said Kai delicately, glancing at the decorative drizzle on her plate. "But, what exactly do I have to do with the, uh, meat production you mentioned?"

"Well," said the great leader, "I mean that we're going to print copies of your body and eat those."

"And milk them, and whatnot," added Ylfa. "So many of the finest sauces require milk or cream, so we just must have some fresh dairy."

Mickey actually forgot to even continue chewing his food as they all stared across the table at each other.

"But," gasped Kai, "you can't do that! That's.. that's illegal. You're talking about making multiples of me!"

"Oh, no, no," Marshall countered, "we would never do that! No, we are just talking about soulless meat in the shape of your perfect body."

"Yes, dear," contributed Ylfa. "They will be mindless, empty shells destined for consumption, only. Those won't be real women, just delicious, flawless meat."

Kai still couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Mickey! Why not have him be the meat? He's already agreed to die and be printed over and over; isn't this basically his job?"

Marshall shrunk back at the suggestion and Ylfa looked as if a dog had just barfed on her shoes.

"Absurd!" the failed politician exclaimed, red faced. "Do you even hear yourself, you vapid cow? Eat that scrawny worthless pile of third rate bones?!"

Ylfa took her husband's arm and tried to calm him. "That's simply unthinkable, Kai dear. Anyone could see that you are vastly superior stock. My darling's beautiful vision of a pure human colony could not possibly tolerate anything so base as eating that expendable. That would be as bad as those other planets which consume those filthy, smelly cattle!"

Mickey 17 realized that they had practically forgotten he was in the room, and so he resumed eating his meal.

Having gotten more of a grip on himself, Marshall spoke smoothly again. "Yes, yes, exactly. We've studied all the medical records of everyone on this expedition, and it's clear that you are the ideal candidate for this vital role. Trust me, everyone will simply love the pure, untainted human sustenance you will provide us all."

"No," whispered the frightened young woman.

Marshall and Ylfa glanced at each other and then slowly began to circle the table, approaching Kai from both sides. Kai got up from her seat, but had nowhere to go.

"You misunderstand," Marshall told her. "This isn't the kind of honor you have the option to turn down."

Ylfa slithered gracefully closer. "The only thing left to finalize the decision is a close, personal inspection of the meat. For quality assurance, naturally."

"No, what are you doing?" quivered the candidate meat softly.

"Don't resist," Marshall said, opening her uniform jacket and cupping her breast through her fitted shirt. "We wouldn't want to have to get rough with you right before we scan your body for replication."

Marshall slowly forced her jacket off her shoulders and down far enough to effectively pin her arms behind her. Kai gasped as her pants were abruptly pulled to her ankles by a hungry looking Ylfa. Piece by piece, they disrobed her completely. Then, they circled her slowly, touching and prodding at every part of her. She whimpered slightly when Ylfa gently thrust two fingers into her pussy, then pulled them out and held her hand up for them to all see.

"Mmm, look darling," purred Ylfa. She licked the moisture from her fingers. "Ah, her natural sauce is just as exquisite as I'd hoped. Delicious."

"That's wonderful," said the distracted man massaging Kai's breasts.

Ylfa dragged his attention away from the perky C cup breasts for a moment and looked him in the eye meaningfully.

"Hmm?" he grunted. "Oh, yes, yes. The next step."

As some unseen signal, the door opened and a troop of scientists rushed in.

"She passes inspection," announced Marshall to the room.

"Very good, sir," said one scientist.

The startled Kai tried to cover herself with her hands, but none of them seemed interested in her nudity. The lead scientist stepped up to her and abruptly injected her with the contents of a syringe.

Kai yelped, "What was that?"

"A combination of prolactin and some related compounds," was his enigmatic reply.

"That will get your breasts lactating," said Ylfa soothingly. "Don't worry, it's all perfectly natural. It won't harm the taste of your meat."

"Lactating?" Kai asked. "What are you talking about?"

"You're going to be producing milk for us, Katz," Marshall stated. "We told you that already: meat and milk. Both from the purest human source."

"I thought you were just going to milk the multip-, I mean, copies," muttered the suddenly tired woman as she collapsed onto her chair.

"Well, yes," said Marshall, "but it would be too inefficient to have to wait for each one to start producing. We'll get you into prime condition, then we'll make the body scan, obviously."

Ylfa moved close and began massaging Kai's breasts deeply, drawing a reflexive moan from her. Marshall waved the scientists over.

"Help her to our bedroom," he commanded.

They pulled her to her feet and began walking her to the door, careful not to get in Ylfa's way.

"Wait," said Kai, suddenly more awake, "you mean to the lab. To be scanned, right?"

"No, dear," Ylfa answered with a smile. "It will take about a week for your body to start producing milk. And I'm afraid a side effect of your injections is a significantly increased libido, but that's quite all right. It will just make it easier for me to start extracting plenty of your delicious, special ingredient for your personal sauce."

She cupped Kai's cunt possessively, emphasizing where she would be obtaining that "ingredient". The entire group proceeded out the door, heading for the adjacent luxury bed chamber. Mickey watched them leave him alone and forgotten in the dining room. As he finished his meal, he could not help but wonder just what was in the sauce covering the meat he was eating.

The next eight days were a blur for Kai Katz: injections, massages, lavish meals, orgasms, rest, and then repeat it all in a different order. She was surprised at how passionately Ylfa stoked the younger woman's lust, although always with an ominous emphasis on ingredients for sauce. It seemed that the current ban on sex did not apply to leaders of the expedition, so as little as she was attracted to the abrasive woman, Kai took full advantage of their time together. When the science team came to escort her to the lab to be scanned, her mind was so overloaded with sexual desire that she very nearly forgot all about modesty as they half carried her through the corridors.

Ylfa had carefully avoided milking Kai's heavy breasts on the final day, so when they helped Kai into the skin tight body scanning equipment, her chest quickly became slick with milk. After they had completed the scan of her deeply aroused, hormone saturated body, the scientists handed her a set of fresh clothes and dismissed her.

A disoriented, but clothed, Kai staggered to her private room for the first time in over a week. She didn't stay long though, almost immediately going out, seeking any sympathetic person to help with her urgently full breasts, and afterward, her even more intimate and carnal needs. Fortunately, she soon found a like minded woman discreet and inclined to help with all the attention her body now required. Kai was mortified to discover that she didn't need to explain anything about her condition to her new companion: apparently Marshall had broadcasted an announcement to the entire expedition explaining the glorious role Miss Katz would be playing, even showing footage of her naked form being milked in one of her final sessions in his chambers.

The next day, Kai found an unusual level of excitement buzzing in the common dining hall. Rather than the somber mood which typically accompanied the appalling foodstuffs dished out, there was lively chatter and everyone seated seemed to have the same broad smile as they ate. Everyone who noticed her greeted Kai by name, even ones she had never spoken with, many of them clapped her on the back and thanked her. One man had the audacity to pinch one of her nipples, which very nearly got him mobbed. When it was her turn to hold out her tray for her ration, the cook stopped her.

"Oh, Katz!" he said. "We've got something special set aside just for you."

After a short pause, he returned with a cut of meat on his spatula, which he deposited onto her tray.

"There you go," he said proudly.

Kai was only able to muster a whispered "Thanks" before moving forward to receive a scoop of unidentifiable mush to go with her freshly grilled meat.

Someone moved aside to make room for her when she approached a nearby table in a daze. Once seated, she just stared for a while at the surreal, unmistakable shape of a grilled set of labia on her tray. It was quite definitely her own, too, with that small mole that Jennifer had been fond of just to one side. Glancing nervously around, Kai saw that the majority of people had been given cuts which were far less identifiable, but there was at least one other tray with a cut of meat which looked eerily familiar. Kai's first bite was cautious, but she quickly forgot her trepidation once she got a taste of the fresh meat. After so long only eating various colors of paste and nutrient bricklets, real fresh meat was like a trip to heaven. The fact that she knew she was eating a part of her own body added an almost alarmingly erotic aspect to the meal, so as soon as she was done eating, she sought out her new amorous companion to burn off her passion in the privacy of her room.

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Several days later, Kai was once again summoned to the bedroom of Marshall and Ylfa. She nervously stepped back into the familiar room and was immediately faced with an intense look from Ylfa.

"Good, good," Ylfa said. "You're here. There's a little problem which you can help us with."

Kai's nerves were in no way soothed by the poorly concealed annoyance in the older woman's voice. She was briefly grateful that Marshall did not seem to be present before her focus was completely arrested by the naked figure on the bed. It was herself. A copy of her own body was stretched out on the bed, twitching occasionally. Ylfa noticed her gaze and scrowled.

"Yes," Ylfa said bitterly. "One of the new livestock. Rather a serious disappointment, as it turns out. But you can fix that."

"What's wrong?" Kai asked uneasily. "The, uh, meat served the other day tasted good to me."

Kai could not help but blush at the memory. Ylfa scoffed.

"Yes. The meat quality is excellent; there isn't any problem in that regard." She slid into a fierce whisper, "But the other products are not as easy to extract from this livestock as they should be."

Kai swallowed. "Other, as in.."

"Milk and juice for the all important sauce," hissed the woman. "These mindless bodies don't react properly to stimulation. They seem to leak milk only when I'm not trying to milk them, and they produce almost no usable juices at all. They're utterly useless as they are now."

Kai backed very slowly towards the door. Ylfa turned and faced her with a false but practiced smile on her face.

"Oh, Kai, dear, there's nothing to be afraid of. Go on and get undressed for me. We're just going to spend a little time helping you relieve yourself of milk, just like we've done so many times before. Your poor breasts must be terribly overfilled. I can help you out and collect a bit of your delicious juices while we're at it."

The older woman closed the distance between them and began pulling off Kai's clothes. Not seeing any way to get out of the situation, Kai did not resist, but also could not shake off her nerves. Ylfa also discarded her own silk blouse before leading Kai to the bed. She shoved the drooling human livestock roughly to the side before coaxing Kai insistently into a comfortable position for milking.

After a remarkably awkward hour of being milked and fingered, Kai's conscious body had been tapped of all the liquids that Ylfa desired from it. Her other, less than conscious copy occasionally flopped an arm or leg in a random direction in that hour, but otherwise did nothing but lie there next to them. In the end, Kai sat up and looked around for her clothes.

"Well," she said. "Thank you, ma'am. It was a pleasure, as always," she lied smoothly.

"Of course, dear," said Ylfa.

As Ylfa donned her blouse, she said, "Now, there is just one more little thing you'll have to do for us. It's for the good of the colony and for my husband's magnificent vision, so I'm sure you won't mind."

The door opened and two guards came in, incidentally standing on Kai's clothes.

Ylfa continued, "Just go along quietly with us and we'll get this last little matter taken care of."

Kai shrank back from the burly guards, but there was nowhere for the naked woman to escape their grasp. She did not resist further except to try to at least cover some parts of her exposed body as they marched through the hallways to the lab where the human printer was busily constructing another copy of her body. Once the body had been fully produced and moved out of the way, the guards hefted Kai onto the machine in place of the new meat.

"What are you doing," Kai cried as they tied her down.

One of the scientists, named Dorothy, approached and fitted the machine's wire studded cap onto Kai.

"We're going to make a backup of your mind," she said cheerfully. "Isn't that exciting?"

Dorothy placed a dun red data storage brick onto the designated slot and began hooking up all the wires. Meanwhile, another scientist injected Kai with something which rapidly filled her with a warm sensation.

"Ah, is this the new improved meat?" asked Marshall as he entered the room.

"No, darling," corrected Ylfa gently. "This is Kai. The original. They're still getting ready for the scan."

"Yes, yes, of course," he replied, as if he weren't the least knowledgeable one in the room.

"You can't do this," said Kai, fighting her growing arousal. "I didn't sign the paperwork. I never agreed to be an expendable."

"No, no," said Marshall. "That isn't relevant; you aren't going to be an expendable. We're just collecting your brain pattern to enhance the new livestock to meet our refined requirements. At present, the livestock aren't living up to the human perfection needed for my glorious Niflheim colony."

He continued to blather on, but Kai wasn't listening. The scientist injected her again, this time sending her crashing into an avalanche of memories.

An entire lifetime later, Kai's eyes fluttered open as they were pulling off the cap covered in electrodes. As soon as she was aware of her surroundings, she jumped up and staggered toward the door. The startled guard barely caught her before she made it out, tackling her to the floor.

"Let me go!" she screamed. "I'm not going to let you turn me into a fucking duplicate."

"Goddamn it," muttered the scientist. "We've really got to remember next time."

Marshall and Ylfa seemed to have left while Kai was being scanned, as they weren't in the room any longer. Kai struggled to escape the guard’s grip, fighting for her freedom. The scientist approached and injected Kai with something that had her vision fading to black right away.

When she woke, she was in one of the small prison cages. She was still naked and her breasts were painfully full with milk. Strangely, she found that the cage next to her contained one of the livestock copies of herself. The meatgirl Kai just sat, staring at the real Kai with a slack expression.

"Fucking great," muttered Kai. "I don't even see my jailer."

She winced and gingerly cupped her swollen breasts. A drop of milk ran down the round breast labelled '17' on the upper slope.

"I can help you with that."

Kai looked up in amazement at the meatgirl who had spoken.

"They've already uploaded my mind to one of the livestock," Kai said to herself. "Must've happened while I was unconscious."

"Not exactly," said the meatgirl. "Anyway, they don't mind if we drink each other's milk after drugging us. I guess the traces of the drug mess with the flavor of the milk, or something."

Kai took a closer look at the meatgirl in the cage next to her. She seemed to be fully aware of herself and was just as identical as expected, except that her breast had the number '9' written on it. With growing horror, Kai realized the significance of the numbers on their bodies.

She wasn't Kai; she was just meatgirl 17.