After the last of the defending skeletons fell to the ground in pieces, the party was quick to enter the final room, where the Lych was waiting for them. Mandy raced ahead, swinging her warhammer. The scorpion tail of the fierce jerboan swinging from side to side. Emi remained slightly behind, the living snakes that formed the hair of the little feline growing green as she  renewed the spells. Spells to protect her fellow adventurers from the undead magic that the Lych lord was wielding. He was waiting for them at the end of the corridor.

"Alright! Go time! Let's break'em till he's bonemeal! CHARGE!" Mandy yelled, just as an aura of green energy engulfed her, protecting her from whatever evil this monster was likely to unleash at them

"You fools! You won't leave this place alive!" The Lych answered with a hollow, hissing voice and started to conjure something himself, as the adventurers came at him.

"Watch out!" Ajana, a deer taur, and the party's healer who was a few steps behind, bleaked out.

The pale aura manifested in a ghostly arrow that whisked past the fighters, across the hallway towards the witch. She was not fast enough to cast a shield, and it went straight through her existing protections, the sound of shattering glass in the air. By then it was already stuck in her belly.

"Agh!" Emi stumbled back, a sudden sensation of icy pain in her midsection.

"DIE!" The party's ork had meanwhile reached the Lych, who had been parrying Mandy's warhammer, laughing. He raised his arms and ... vanished - leaving behind a glowing blue vortex of magical energy.

"Bastard teleported." the brute commented.

"Go... go after him... I'll be OK..." Emi assured her friends. Ajana quickly went to her to assist. It looked like she would be taken care of.

Mandy and the ork went into the portal, which swallowed them like a hungry maw, leaving Emi behind with the healer.

"Can you pull it out?" Emi asked. "Hurts like hell. I think it's poisoned."

"Let me check..." the deertaur grasped the brittle arrow, quickly retrieving her hand in pain. Magical energies fought on her palm, a golden yellow with a pale white. The golden yellow won. But only on her own palm and after a while. "It's cursed. Don't worry, I got this."

Emi felt dizzy and stumbled backwards against the wall. Ajana wrapped her hand in a leather rag she took out of the bags she was carrying over her feral back, then once again grasped the arrow and pulled it out carefully, with a light twisting motion. It came out. But then, seconds later, it whisked to nothing in a pale white cloud of energy. Ajana's face also turned slightly pale as she saw that.

"I feel cold..." Emi complained. Her fur was turning white where the arrow had struck her. As a caster she only had light leather armor which did not cover her belly. In fact for armor it was quite revealing, but she relied mostly on her magic to protect her.

"I can't counter this..." Ajana admitted. "I'd need to do a ritual, with the night-elm flowers or a seed of the world tree. I don't have any of these. Can you?"

Emi shook her head. She didn't have the strength left to cast, besides she didn't even know what she was dealing with. "What is it doing?"

"It's turning you into a corpse. Slowly, and from the inside out... once you are, you're probably also under the control of that lych... wait... I know what'll stop it, but you won't like it."

Ajana's and Emi's gaze met. They both knew what the deer was talking about.

"Do it!" Emi asked her. "Fight fire with fire!"

With shaking hands, the deer took the scroll out, which each of the magic wielders had taken with them for cases of emergency.

Ajana took a deep breath, broke the seal, unfurled the scroll in one hand, while placing the other on Emi's belly. She barely felt the touch.

The deertaur started to recite. As she did so, the parchment started glowing, a glow that extended to her as the caster, then to her hand and all of Emi's body.

"𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔴, 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴.
𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰, 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡, 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔱."

The glow intensified, then there was a flash, and the scroll disintegrated into a few smoldering fragments of burnt paper. Emi arched, moaning, as the spell took hold of her body and ... changed her. Her fingers flexed and tremors ran through her.

"Are you... ok?" Ajana asked concerned. Emi seemed to be breathing, and her belly no longer looked like the fur of the recently deceased. Emi had subtly changed though. The most obvious change was maybe with her hair. The hair snakes suddenly started to lick each other. Some coiled around each other and tried to swallow each other, but that of course didn't work.

"I... ok... that felt kinda interesting." The feline would have blushed if she had had blood to blush. "I feel...   tasty? ...  It's hard to describe. But it broke the curse. It doesn't work on food it seems."

"Lucky we are Lychs don't eat cats, do they? Let's catch up with the others, quickly before..."

Ajana had not finished the words, when the blue vortex in front of them suddenly wavered, flickered, and then imploded into a singular point of non-existence. The gap in reality that had allowed the Lych and their friends to leave the dungeon had closed.

"Fuck!" Emi felt still weak and leaned on Ajana. "I hope that means they killed the Lych."

"Guess we need to go out the long way round." Ajana suggested.

"Well, at least you have something to snack on if you get hungry on the way."

"I won't eat you! I'm a herbivore.  Most of the time!" Ajana answered.

...

"I don't understand. The stairs should have been right here. This is where we came from, isn't it?" Ajana was desperate. This was the third time they arrived in the same corner where a staircase should have been. There was, but it led down instead of up.

"Well they do kinda all look the same. And we did have to kill a bunch of cave worms, so this can't be the hallway we came through on the way in." Emi returned.

"Should we try downstairs? I don't see any other way we haven't tried yet."

"Might as well." Emi suggested.

...

"Emi, where are you..."

"I'm right here. Catching up in a second."

"You aren't eating yourself, are you?"

"Ehm... no?   Maybe a nibble."

"Emi no! You're stronger than that."

Emi sighed. "Relax. I didn't lose control. I'm just kinda hungry and kinda curious. I really only took a nibble.

Ajana had a closer look. To her relief, it really hadn't been much more. Emi held her own tail in one hand, the tip missing, and one of her hair snakes in the other. That one was missing its head. She was chewing innocently.

"Tastes really good, do you want some?" Emi offered.

"Emi no! We need to get out of here. Come now..."

Ajana half dragged, half led her friend along the hallway. There were other stairs ahead, that had to be the way out.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

Ajana froze and turned towards the voice. It belonged to a vixen in - slightly - less revealing armor than Emi's. Other than that, she was wearing the outfit of a rogue, complemented by a nice curved saber which she had in her hand. Behind her shoulders she had a bow.

"Marik! Look here, what I found. I told you we aren't alone down here!" The vixen yelled.

The fox who responded seemed to be her brother or something. He looked almost the same, except that his armor was more functional, he had a sword in his belt and a crossbow in his hand.

"Oh. Fellow adventurers. Are you looking for a way out?" The fox asked with a grin?

"It would be nice if you could show us the way out of here." Ajana answered. "We got kinda lost."

The vixen and the fox exchanged a glance that Emi didn't like at all. Emi started to grin. That crossbow wouldn't hurt her. It would just embed itself with a juicy thud and make her quiver like a tasty meaty main dish. Her thoughts briefly wandered off to herself being spit-roasted on a slightly larger arrow. She blinked, trying to focus.

"Who are you if I may ask... And please don't point that thing at us. If I wanted I could turn you both into frogs in an instant." She spoke with a toothy - and hopefully slightly dangerous looking grin.

Marik raised an eyebrow. "Oh really, can you? Well, excuse our manners. I'm lord Marik, and the lovely lady there is my sister, lady Melanie. Welcome to our humble abode. What do we call you?"

"I am Emi, the queen of witches, and that is Ajana, the ... queen of the forest."

Ajana chuckled a bit, which earned her a frown from Emi.

"So you live here?"

Marik did a gesture that looked a bit like a tiny mock bow. "We do, your highnesses. We found a back entrance into this dungeon level and made it our little lair. You know, cleaned up a bit, threw the bones out, chased the rats away and sorted through all the plunder.. Now if you would like to follow us, or rather, follow my sister. This way please."

Emi and Ajana were escorted down a number of hallways, with the vixen leading and the fox following, his damned crossbow still aimed at Emi's rump. Partially it annoyed her, part of her wanted to wriggler her rump in a teasing way. To her additional annoyance the part that wanted to wriggle, won.

They finally got to a large hall that resembled a large kitchen. Immediately Emi's mind went on a tangent. "Oh look, a large spitroast. And an oven... You could roast me there, and ..."

Emi put her paw in front of her snout. She hadn't just said that out loud did she?

"Emi, no. Please!" Ajana was quick to jump to Emi's side to prevent her from doing something stupid.

Melanie and Marik just stared at her. Then at the kitchen equipment. Then at Emi again.

Melanie started to grin. "Are you mayhaps under some kind of spell yourself there?"

"No, what makes you think?" Emi would have blushed if she could have blushed in her current state.

"I was wondering. I couldn't help observing what your hair is doing, and what you did to your tail..." the fox who had been walking behind her commented.

"Also I have been spying on you a little bit... you know... earlier." Melanie admitted. "My bad, I know it's sooooo impolite."

"My friend is not food!" Ajana complained, annoyed.

"Says the tasty deer who was born food..." Marik answered. "How about, you tell us what's going on?"

"Leave her alone. We cast flesh to meat on me to counter lych curse. I'm edible now..." Emi announced acting in a misguided impulse, regretting it a second later. She knew it was the spell that made her act as if she wanted to get eaten. It was infuriating. But she also was kinda looking forward to it.

"Are you..." Melanie started rudely to go through the deertaur's possessions. "Hey, that's mine!"

"Hand's off the deer, or I ... I ..." Emi would have intervened on Ajana's behalf. If not for the naughty fox hugging her and sniffing her and licking her on the cheeks in a way that sent a shudder through the feline. Even the hair kitties betrayed her. Instead of hissing at the fox, they squirmed like a pot of noodles wanting to be slurped up. "Here, let me help you with that..." Marik spoke to the quivering cat, playing his teeth over her neck fur. Damn, she did taste and smell good, like a package of meat ready to eat. His hands meanwhile helped Emi out of her backpack.

"Ooooh, what have we here... are those scrolls? Melanie, can you read them?"

"Those are mine..." Emi whimpered.

Melanie went over them. "Some of it. This is what they talked about, Flesh to Meat. But I can't cast it."

"Leave my friend alone. She's not food you bastards. We're both not food. Aaaaigh."

Ajana had started to get into a fight with Melanie, trying to wrestle the scrolls out of the thieving vixen's hands. The vixen was giggling, but it turned out she was quite a capable fighter.

Emi should have helped, but it was so hard to concentrate on anything else but the hungry fox. The meat between her legs was extra succulent and juicy from his touches. Her fantasy now had him have her bent over the grill, sizzling on the roast, while he was plowing her from behind with a delicious cream filling.... no! No, she had to help.

"How about this, queen of witches. How about you read that scroll and turn your partner into meat too, or, I'll use my saber and do it the old fashioned way?" Melanie asked with a dangerous grin on her face.

Ajana had her hands bent on her back, the vixen standing over her, pinching her towards her belly with one arm, while the other held the blade against her neck. It was sharp, sharp enough to draw blood from the scratch.

"Emi.... help...." Ajana whimpered. She was outmatched, she was a healer, not a fighter.

"You can be eaten together then... Alive and happy..." Marik suggested to her, and held the scroll to her.

"Make sure she isn't touching you." Melanie warned her brother. "Or, You're gonna feed me tomorrow."

"Got it!” Marik grinned. “Come one, what about it? Don't wait too long, my sister is impatient. Hey, you like this, don't you? You want me to carve you up?"

Marik was poking Emi with his sword, and had noticed that the tip was entering Emi's body quite effortlessly, and without any blood. She didn't seem to feel great pain from it, quite the opposite, judging by the quivering and the face expression.

"Y... yes please...."

"Then please, cast the spell..."

Emi cast the spell.

"Nooooo! Agh    ahhhhh haaaaah... " Ajana bucked and strained, but it was no use. Melanie didn't let go, and then she saw the scroll burst apart and felt the surge of the magical energy enter her own body and change her from inside and turn her into delicious venison. She could even taste herself the moment it happened. And she hated it because she knew now she had to get eaten by the foxes.

"Ah damnit!"

"Welcome to the club..." Emi grinned slightly. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine, I think they would have eaten me anyway, at least now it's gonna be fun." Ajana answered. She wondered if they were going to carve her up. That saber was already against her neck.

Soon later, Marik was helping Emi out of her clothes, while Melanie had removed Ajana's gear.

"You two know a few good recipes how we could prepare you?" The vixen asked mischievously.

Ajana instinctively remembered every venison recipe she had ever heard of and her vivid imagination applied it to herself. Meanwhile Emi had turned to Marik and whispered her own fantasies into the lucky fox' ear.

"That sounds like an awesome plan. Why don't you have a look in the closet, we collected some vegetables, potatoes, dungeon shrooms and garlic and glowmoss and other tasty herbs."

"We got some apples too, Melanie hinted."

"Oh yes, let's stuff each other!!!" Ajana was genuinely excited. The voice that this was horribly wrong and they should get the hell out of her was there in her mind, but it was a tiny squeaky mouse voice in the corner. Something annoying that could be attended to later. After the fun.

Soon later, Emi was laying on her back on the grill. Her butt sizzled against the burning heat that blasted her backside in a delicious way while it roasted her. Ajana was in front of her, laying down on a large tray. The foxes had removed her deer hide from her entire lower body and were marinating her in a delicious, slightly stinging delicious concoction, while she herself kept stuffing vegetables and fruit into the cat's bulging hot belly.

Through the obvious hole between Emis legs of course. Or rather between where those legs had been, as the foxes had conveniently removed her legs and arms for later, which made her deliciously helpless. Emi moaned from the stimulation and the heat and the knowledge that she was just now turning into a delicious, tasty, brown roasted dinner, while the deer had to wait longer. After all she could only go in the oven once she was done - so to speak.

With delight, she let herself turn around, and the best thing was that Marik took a little sample from her and ate it. Seeing him chew and gulp, and then smile silly from how good it was was the best thing in Emi's life. Fulfillment. Her purpose. Her desire.

No wait, that was wrong. She was being roasted alive... she had to get out of here.

Except she couldn't. She couldn't even move, she could only quiver while her boobs were sizzling on the grill and her enormous belly, stuffed to the brim with sizzling cooking deliciousness was spread out across the hot metal bars. Her melting juices dropped down into the fire and hissed and sent delicious flavor back to her nose. It was heaven.

No, it was not, she had to get out of here.

Emi tried a spell. Maybe she could turn the fire off. It fizzled. The thing was she didn't really want to turn the fire off. Not with her full heart.

And then finally Marik did what she had fantasized the entire time and took the hot, sizzling pussy from behind, plunging his vulpine cock into the way-too-hot kitten. Rhythmically, Emi was pounded and pressed into the grill with his thrusts. It was heaven.

There was so much sizzling going on and so many juices, she couldn't tell if and when Marik came, or when she came. Or if she had been coming all along ... it all blurred into one. It was hot and overwhelming, and soooo goood.

She basked in the hot, sizzling afterglow, until she was basically done. Being done didn't feel that much different, maybe a bit number and a bit more delicious and tasty. But she could tell.

"Dinner is ready." Marik announced. "Nicely done. I'll put the deer in."

Emi was placed on a serving tray. From the corner of her eye she could see Melanie putting the knife to the deer and carving her into sections, removing her upper body from her marinated lower body. And then her head from her upper body. A sting of guilt went through her, but then she remembered that - as meat - Ajana would totally be fine being a head shorter.

And indeed, soon later all four found themselves at the dining table. Ajana was still baking and would do so for a few more hours, but her head was present, decoratively placed on a plate. Melanie even had the decency of offering her the first cut.

Ajana seemed to be a bit embarrassed. She couldn't speak, but to Emi's delight she didn't hesitate to eat that nipple she had been fed. It had nowhere to go really, but that didn't matter, did it?

Similarly, she herself was offered a slice of herself, and damn did that taste good. It was a taste explosion in her mouth that made her feel sorry she couldn't fill her belly with this delicious goodness. Because - well - her belly was already filled with its own delicious goodness.

The foxes made up for that though and gorged themselves on the delicious kitty meal, while what used to be her body was basically skeletonized.

She could still move her head. But of course any attempt to speak was kinda silly.

"They make for a delicious pair of trophies, don't you think?" Melanie asked her brother...

...

The End