As Lucas stood in front of the door, he had a strange feeling. Like his heart was sinking in his chest. Two weeks back he made a deal and now he was once again rethinking his decision, because today he was going to be the one on the menu. One would think that after being cooked into a stew, he would get used to it. He did not. There was still the option of turning back, but he knew it would be pointless. Latty would drag him into that kitchen no matter what. He braced himself and gave the door a gentle knock.
The door opened almost immediately. Surprisingly, it was not Latty, who answered. Instead on the other side floated someone else. The pokemon was almost identical to her, except for him being blue, where Latty was red. Upon seeing Lucas, he smiled.
“Well, who do we have here?” he said playfully.
“Is Latty home?” Lucas said ignoring the strangers´ question.
“No.”
“Okay, I will be leaving then,” Lucas said without any hesitation and with a fake smile.
To say, that he was scared of the stranger, was an understatement. Especially after seeing, how he was looking him over. Just like Latty would. As soon as he was able to, Lucas turned around and tried to leave. A tight grip on his tail stopped him.
“There is no need for that,” the stranger said, grinning, “You can wait inside, until she returns.”
Before Lucas could protest in any way, he was dragged into the house.
If he was not anxious before, now he definitely was. The enormous hallway was making him nauseous, or it might have been the fact he was still being dragged with his belly on the ground. Most would probably be panicking not knowing, where they were being taken. Lucas did not have to guess. He already knew, where he would end up.
It was no surprise, when they arrived inside the kitchen. The difference between this place and the cave Latty invited him to was astronomical. The stranger grabbed Lucas and threw him up on the table.
“Wait, I-,” Lucas tried to plea.
He was unable to finish, as an apple was shoved into his mouth. He tried to fight back, but there was no point in it.
“Never tasted a treecko before,” the stranger said, “I hope you will taste good.”
However, before he could do anything to Lucas, a door opened in the hallway. Its creaking was heard all throughout the house. It did not take long for Latty to float into the kitchen with a furious look.
“Hey!” she shouted, “Get your own.”
“Finders keepers,” he retaliated.
“Oh, come on,” she said, “pretty please.”
“Fine,” he responded, “But only because you are my sister.”
Then he floated out of the room, angry.
Lucas wanted to be relieved, but he knew whatever Latty is going to do to him, is going to be just as bad if not worse. Latty slowly floated towards him. To Lucas´ surprise, she only pulled the apple out of his mouth.
“You know, I wasn´t actually expecting you to come here willingly,” she said, “I went to your house, expecting to drag you here kicking and screaming.”
She seemed to take great pleasure in describing the scenario, which he did not find surprising. She happily started to prepare various ingredient, before pulling out a massive – relative to Lucas´ size – roasting pan.
“Anyhow, climb right in,” she commanded.
He hesitantly climbed inside. Just touching the cold surface made him shiver. He knew, it won´t be cold for long.
“Honestly, kind of surprised you are not sick of my taste already,” he said awkwardly. Hoping she would change her mind.
“Well firstly, you are not getting off the menu that easily,” she responded smugly, “Secondly, because it is not every time, I get lucky enough to know, who I will be eating in advance.”
Lucas did not see it, but Lattys´ grin went wider. Not because of what she said, but what she had in her hand. Without giving any warning, Lucas felt a big hand of a latias entering his small butt. He clenched both his teeth and butt cheeks. Latty did not seem to mind. Not that she ever cared much, about how comfortable her prey was. Another handful of stuffing was rammed inside him. Then Latty spoke once more.
“I am just happy to use this cookbook for once,” she smiled before picking it up and blowing some dust from the books cover. Right into Lucas´ face.
She searched through the book, before finally discovering the right page. She showed it to Lucas. There were many words on the page, but the big picture took all his attention. The text under it described it as a treecko slowly roasted in sauce. At first it looked mouthwatering, but then he realised. Shortly this was going to be him. 
“Why are you showing me this?” he said in distress.
“So you will know, what is in store for you,” she winked, “Just in case you wanted to start complaining, about me not telling you.”
Before he could even finish reading the steps, she closed the book and went back to stuffing his ass. The long pause made it even worse, at first. Then he almost seemed to enjoy it. The thought of becoming a meal like the one presented in the picture intrigued him. The thoughts made the stuffing more enjoyable. His butt cheeks gave way. It did not feel right being excited over it, especially considering what happened two weeks ago. As each piece of the stuffing entered his rectum, his dick became more and more erect. He was slightly embarrassed, but Latty did not seem to notice. 
He was already excitedly preparing himself for the big carrot. Instead something smaller, colder yet familiar sealed his asshole. He yelled slightly from the surprise.
“Hopefully the thermometer is big enough to stay inside,” she said, still trying to keep it in, “Your butt is too big.”
He nearly blushed, before snaping back into reality. What is wrong with me? He thought to himself. Shortly he is going to be roasted alive, yet he found it hot. While he was thinking, Latty grabbed a brush from the table. She dipped it in some sauce, which she then started to spread onto Lucas. The sensation as his back was being covered in the substance was ecstatic. He even moaned a little from the feeling. This made Latty stop.
Lucas started to feel cold, not because of the metallic pan, but because of a cold breeze. He looked in its direction, only to see Latty opening a window. She quickly closed it, confused. She slowly floated towards the door. She opened it, but nothing was behind it. Lucas was trying to think of any reason behind this, but could not find an answer. It did not take long for Latty to look at Lucas.
“Was that you?” she asked, genuinely concerned.
“Y-Yes,” he answered, blushing.
Latty only looked at him in disbelief, rolled her eyes and went back to basting him. Lucas tried not to moan, but it was hard for him not to. After she finally basted his back, she continued up. Basting the top of his head and arms. She also made sure to brush his feet. Lucas started to lightly giggle from the tickling.
He was already preparing himself for the oven, thinking the preparing phase was over. Suddenly, he felt something squeeze his dick. He yelled from the shock.
“You are a sick little fuck, aren´t you?” Latty teased him, “First you want to cook others and now you want to get cooked yourself. You should make up your mind.”
Lucas wanted to answer, but he was barely able to breath at this point.
“Maybe for next time, I will think of something more interesting,” she continued.
Before he came to, she let go of him. Only then did he realise, that she pulled some pineapple slices around his dick. It was not long, before he was off the ground. The moment Latty opened the oven, he felt the heat wash over him. He did not feel cold anymore.
“Wait, you won´t put an apple into my mouth?” he questioned.
“You enjoyed the preparation and I will now enjoy you screaming in the oven,” she grinned.
However, Lucas did not hear that last part. He was already pushed inside the oven. He already started sweating. Yet the temperature was still rising. He tried to think of how nice the preparation was, but soon the heat became unbearable. He started to yell.
Meanwhile outside of the oven, Latty started enjoying herself. Only pausing to take a proper look at the thermometer. Two hours went by. She looked inside and saw, that Lucas was ready. His skin turned golden brown. She opened the oven. A heavenly smell assaulted her nostrils. She excitedly lifted Lucas out of the pan and put him on a platter she prepared in advance. 
She was drooling. She was about to swallow Lucas, but then she thankfully remembered the thermometer. She pulled it out right after. Not making that mistake twice. She thought. She was expecting some kind of reaction from him, but there was nothing. He was just staring at her. If she did not hear him breathing, she would think he was dead. That would not stop her either way. 
She opened her maw wide open. She grabbed Lucas and put him inside, but she did not swallow him right away. She put way too much work into such delicacy. She proceeded to lick him all over. Washing all the sauce from him. She made sure to also wrap her tongue around his dick to fully taste every part of his body. Only then did she swallow.
She was still enjoying the taste in her mouth minutes after. I really outdid myself. She thought. However, she might have overdone it. Since she could not feel the pokemon struggling in her belly, her favourite part. Noone is perfect. She reminded herself. The best part however was discovering the treeckos little kink. She pulled out the cookbook again, already thinking how to abuse it next time.