ROYAL REWARD: Man-Made Pie, Part 4 (Food TF) (Patreon)

Snatching a chef’s hat from the closet, Taberu planted it on her head. “Okay, we’re all set, nya! Let’s get started! Are nyou ready to begin, my beautiful assistant?” 

Beside her, Sophie trembled like a virgin on prom. The Bakeneko had taken her unexpected abduction pretty well, all considered. She hadn’t zapped her into a quick snack or the latest item of fashion or even tried to grope her much. What she had done was conscript her as an assistant, a recruitment that also entailed forcing her into the world’s sluttiest chef outfit, a uniform so skimpy that it looked more like a bikini than anything–if not for the hat, it wouldn’t even be recognizable. 

“Alright,” said Taberu, clapping her paws. “Let’s start by going over the ingredients, nya! Goth Eggs!” 

Swallowing, Sophie leaned over the railings of the gigantic pit into which Taberu had dumped her ‘ingredients’. Some of them were still moaning. “Ch-check,” she said, after a second. The Goth Eggs sat together in the middle, indistinguishable from one another.

“Cheerleader Cherries?” 

“Ch-check!” The cherries were the most numerous of the pie’s ingredients, and their bloated red forms took up the largest portion of the pit. Even now, they were leaking their juices everywhere. 

“Sugar? Flour? Cinnamon?” 

Sophie’s hands trembled on the railing. After being sucked up, Clara, Evelyn, and Hannah had been sifted and sorted into a trio of enormous glass jars, and now sat on the right side of the pit, just waiting to be poured. The sight of them made her want to break down in tears.

“Sugar? Flour? Cinnamon?” repeated Taberu, raising an eyebrow. 

“Ch-check!” said Sophie, quickly.

“Excellent…” Taberu rubbed her hands together with a grin. “Nyow, what about the Milf Milk?” 

“Check!” 

“The Sorority Sister Salt?” 

“Check!” 

“The Bimbo Butter?” 

“Check!” 

“The Waitress Water?” 

Sophie blinked, squinting in confusion. The Waitress Water? She didn’t see any water.

Taberu slapped her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m just messing with nyou, nya. Nyou don’t actually nyeed that stuff to make a pie.” 

Sophie was pretty sure nyou did need that to make a pie, actually, but she decided not to tell Taberu that. 

“Well, okay then,” said Taberu. “We’ve got all the ingredients, so it’s time to start baking.” 

“Wh-what about the utensils?” said Sophie. Was there a giant mixing bowl and oven around here that she’d missed? 

“Utensils?” said Taberu, picking her nose. “Who nyeeds utensils, nya?” Raising a hand, she snapped her sticky fingers, and from the ceiling descended a giant pair of whisks, already spinning. Sophie could only stare as they crashed into the pit and its giant pile of ingredients, shattering her friends’ jars, cracking the eggs, and popping several of the berries as they spun up. Soon, the carefully-arranged ingredients were gone, replaced by a chaotic maelstrom of swirling color and food. And glass. 

Taberu drooled. “Ooo, I can’t wait to taste it,” she said, rubbing her hands together eagerly. 

After several minutes of this chaos, the whisks came to a stop and ascended, still dripping pie goo. In the pit lay a slurry of a pie mix, faintly beige, with a swirl of red running through it from the cherries. It looked like the least appetising thing Sophie had ever seen. 

“Okay, nyow to bake it,” said Taberu. 

“H-how are we going to get it to the oven?” said Sophie. 

“Oven?” Taberu snapped. 

Click! With a whoosh, the room lit up. Sophie leapt back from the pit with a squeal as the railing turned red-hot. Soon the goo in the pit was bubbling merrily, and it wasn’t the only thing feeling the heat: removing her hat, Sophie fanned herself in a weak attempt to keep cool. It didn’t help–soon, she was drenched with sweat. 

Taberu, her gooey yellow hair dripping harder than ever, grinned. “Maybe nyou should take off the rest of nyour outfit, nya.” 

*

Finally, after several minutes of this torture, Taberu decided enough was enough. “I think it should be about ready now,” she said, inspecting a non-existent watch. 

Sophie, who was about to melt, nodded in agreement. 

Raising a hand, Taberu snapped, and with that, the room reverted to a more reasonable temperature. Approaching the pit, she leaned over the rail and grinned. “Oooo, it looks delicious, nya!” 

After a moment of hesitation, Sophie followed her. And found herself, to her immense disbelief, looking down at a gigantic pie, perfectly baked. “Wh-what…? How?!” 

With a grin, Taberu snapped, and the floor of the pit rose to their level, while the railing dropped to let them pass. “Ooo, it’s purrfect!” cried Taberu, rushing forward. “Mmm~, nyou should listen to all the people inside it–they’re having a ton of fun together, nya. It’s like a big, tasty orgy in there.” She giggled. 

Sophie swallowed. It was horrifying to hear that, but she was at least grateful she wasn’t in there. 

Hopping onto the pie’s crusty edge, Taberu frowned. “Hmm, there’s something missing though, nya.” 

“S-something missing?” 

“Mmn.” Taberu scratched her chin in thought. “Hmm… Hmm… Hmmmmmm… Ah! I know!” She turned to Sophie with a grin. “It nyeeds some cream, nya.” 

A spasm of fear passed through Sophie’s figure. She stepped back, unable to hide her tremor. “C-cream?” 

“Nyeah!” said Taberu, plucking her pointer from her breast. “Hey, hold still for a second, nya!” 

Sophie stumbled back, face pale as, well– “W-wait! Wait! Don’t! Please, I–!” 

The pointer’s beam struck her with a sound like a bubbly thunder. 

Shopie shot into the air with a scream and came to a stop floating over the pie, her legs tight, her arms locked against her side, unable to do anything but moan as the pleasure of the beam surged through her body. Her nerves burned; she wished she could cum.

Below, her feet and her shoes turned a bright white, slick as fresh milk, and as she stared in fear, started to pour down, down, down towards the pie. Her ankles followed them, and then her knees and her thighs, and the more of her fell, the louder her screams became. 

Taberu moved her in a spiral, allowing her melting body to coil into a neat little pile. Finally, the change reached her head, and her screams cut out with one last moan of pleasure as her face froze in a mask of orgasm. With that, it dropped, landed on the rest of the pile with a splat. Inside, Sophie whimpered in terror. She wanted to cum so bad, but, but– What was going to happen now?! 

Standing over her, Taberu rubbed her hands and licked her lips. “Bone appetite, nya~.” And with that, she opened wide and wider and–

N-no! No! Wait! Please! Waaaaaait! 

Crunch!

*

Overall, the pie tasted alright. It was a solid four out of five, but nothing to go crazy for.