Evan had a weird dream.
He dreamed he was wearing a mouse cosplay, and a cat girl in a Japanese school uniform was chasing him around the house. She finally caught him and started licking and sucking.
He began to wake up. He could still feel something warm and wet on him. The sensation was coming from below.
When he looked down, what he saw woke him up instantly.
"Aiko!"
The gray tabby cat girl was lying on his bed and giving him a blowjob. She was wearing nothing but blue-and-white striped panties and happily flicking her tail.
"Morning, Evan."
"What are you doing?"
"Waking you up."
With that, she went right back to sucking him. Evan sighed. He could feel the inside of her mouth and her tongue. It didn't take long before he flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything and licked her lips.
Evan felt a twinge of worry, but he was still hard as a rock.
Aiko smiled. Then she turned her back to him. She grabbed the ties of her panties, untied them, and let them fall. After that she dropped to her knees and stuck her butt out toward Evan, wiggling her hips.
He didn't need any more encouragement. He slipped out of his pajamas and moved behind her. He stroked her along the spine; she purred, brushing him with her tail.
He slid into her. She pushed back and purred louder. After a moment she set a fast pace. A few minutes later, he came inside her.
Aiko turned around and kissed him. They stared at each other for a short, sweet moment.
The moment was broken by a voice at the door. It was Frida.
"Alright, you two are awake. Downstairs, breakfast."
Like it or not, they had to get moving. Evan pulled his pajamas back up, and Aiko gathered her clothes from the floor. After a bit, they both went downstairs.
The kitchen and dining room were busy. Callisa was bustling around the pans. Morona was setting the table. Soon everyone was seated. The girls had meat on their plates. Evan started to get nervous.
Right then, Callisa set a plate of vegetable salad down in front of him.
"We figured you still haven't gotten over… well, you know."
"Thanks."
Evan started to eat. He really hadn't recovered enough yet to eat meat—especially after escaping from the oven and visiting the meat plant.
Breakfast conversation was all about the move. The girls had handled most things yesterday, and by the end of the week they'd be settled in.
After breakfast, Evan did the dishes. He was sure all the girls had already left, so he was pretty surprised when he suddenly felt two soft mounds press against his back.
"Guess who."
"Callisa."
"Yes."
He felt her press closer and slide her hand down to his crotch.
"Sorry, I just can't help myself. Especially after I won."
For a moment Evan felt worried. But then he remembered the bet.
"Maybe tonight."
Callisa smiled, then suddenly yanked down his pants and underwear. Before he could ask what she was doing, she turned him around and knelt in front of him, staring at his stiff erection.
She gave it a few slow licks, then stood up and hugged him.
"Delicious."
She kissed him, pressed tightly against him, and spoke in a slightly sad tone.
"Instinct… I keep thinking about a nice round in bed and about a really exquisite dish at the same time."
Evan shivered a bit.
"You want to rub me in herbs again, don't you?"
Callisa smiled at him and licked his cheek.
"Actually, I've got some other ideas. Baking you in a salt crust—you'd be so juicy and tender. Or confit, slowly cooked in aromatic oil or lard, you'd melt on the tongue. Or an herb steam cocoon. Steamed… wrapped in banana leaves, bathed in steam with wine, citrus, and herbs. You'd be soft and fragrant. Or something classic—roasted on a spit with a honey-herb glaze. Or something Middle Eastern… a wealth of spices in a clay pot. We could go further than last time. You as a stuffed roast in herbs and wine."
Evan realized he was trembling. With every word, Callisa caressed him more. She sounded exactly like she was describing what she'd do to him in bed, not how she'd cook him for dinner.
And then she did something that really shocked him.
She put his hands on her butt and asked:
"And you? How would you cook me? How do you think I'd taste best?"
Evan couldn't believe his ears.
Callisa smiled at him. The fire in her eyes was hotter than any oven.
He had no idea what to say—
And then a car horn honked.
"Taxi!? Sorry, Evan, I've gotta go pack."
She turned around and brushed his hard length with her tail.
"I'll make it up to you later," she said in a sultry voice.
A little while later, when Evan was alone in the house, he was out on the garden terrace cleaning. He was trying to calm himself down, but Callisa's question still echoed in his head.
How would he cook her?
It was downright surreal. He couldn't find any sort of answer. Every now and then he glanced at the spit. His mind tossed up a fantasy of himself and Frida there.
Then he heard a familiar voice.
"Good day, Evan."
"Professor Gator?"
The old alligator was sitting on the other side of the hedge, by a little table at the neighboring building.
"You live here, Professor?"
He nodded.
"You look tired. Did something happen?"
Evan told him everything.
"Well, young people live intensely," the professor said.
Evan nodded reluctantly.
"Not many live to old age here. I don't think I have to explain why."
Evan sighed heavily.
"It's not easy, but it's part of your education," Gator said, meeting Evan's eyes. "I'll give you one piece of advice: enjoy your life, so that if anything happens, you won't regret anything."
After some time, Frida came back. She was carrying a sleeping mat and a backpack. She was in a bad mood.
"Damn those movers to hell."
"Something happen?" Evan asked.
"Earliest slot is Thursday, and the idiot who signed up after me got one for tomorrow."
It was obvious why she was pissed.
"Can't you ask your dad for help?"
She shot him a murderous look.
"I don't want his help."
Without another word she tossed her backpack onto the couch and unrolled the mat on the floor. Then she lay down and started doing push-ups.
"Working out?"
"Gotta stay in shape."
After a while Evan started helping by holding her feet during sit-ups.
"How's your gang taking it?"
"Not thrilled about the move, but nothing we can do. Stomping our feet won't change it this time."
Evan kept staring at her chest as she moved, and Frida just smiled at him.
The talk with Callisa was still stuck in his head, so he decided to ask Frida something. She seemed intrigued.
"You know what they say about chefs? Supposedly every chef has two special recipes. One for their signature dish, and one for themselves."
She giggled a bit as she said it.
"So what recipes do you have?"
Frida grabbed him suddenly.
"I only have recipes for others, not myself. Time to educate you a bit."
Before Evan could apologize, he was lying on the bed in the BDSM room, with Frida on top of him.
"When it comes to my recipes, it's grill or spit."
A moment later, Evan was naked with his ass in the air. Frida was massaging his butt cheeks. It was obvious she was enjoying herself.
"You just like this, don't you?" he asked shyly.
"Damn right. You've just got too good an ass."
She grabbed a bottle of lube.
"It's absolutely perfect."
Soon Evan was experiencing some truly… unusual sensations.
In the evening all the girls were back. Movie night was in full swing—though the movie itself had kind of faded into the background.
"Frida, too intense," Aiko said. "That hardcore?"
"What? He liked it."
Evan couldn't really deny it. It hurt at first, but then it got pretty nice.
"And you, kitty, what would you do?"
"Sashimi. Maybe ramen."
Morona didn't say anything. She just showed a drawing of her and Evan in what looked like a cross between being eaten and some kind of mystical ritual.
Evan himself was exhausted. Every girl wanted to eat him and kept telling him how tasty and tender he was.
Once, that would have terrified him.
Now it was everyday life.
Just the day before yesterday he'd nearly been eaten, and now he was living like a garnish on a fork.
But even so, he wouldn't trade these girls for anyone else.