Delicious in Marcille

(vore, Delicious in Dungeon)

"What!? Are you insane!" Chilchack yelled in utter disbelief.

Approximately a week ago the party had been delving through the dungeon when they were hit by an unexpected magical trap. Marcille had fortunately stayed back from the crowd, and was thus unaffected, but the three male members were reduced to between one and a half and two inches. The lone normal-sized adventurer had done a decent job of keeping her tiny party members safe from the dangers of the dungeon; they were all alive and uninjured except for whatever bruises they incurred by banging around in her bag.

The abundance of monsters proved to be the least of their problems however, in fact it posed quite the opposite dilemma. Marcille alone was unable to effectively hunt anything at all; food-wise they were in very dire straits.

"Laius, you cannot possibly want Marcille to eat US!" Chilchack continued to yell.

"Well, why not? We're starving, she's starving, she gets a meal that will let her get to the surface and we get revived and resized. I'm not seeing any flaws." Laius had seemed to have developed this plan recently, and he seemed quite assured of its fool-proofness.

"What about the part where she EATS us! I don't want to be eaten!"

"To be fair, it's not like it'd be the first time."

"That doesn't matter, I'd still like to not be food! Senshi, talk some sense into him."

"No, I agree entirely," Senshi said bluntly.

Chilchack slapped his face and wondered why he even asked.

"It's important for me; to be a master chef ye need to be in-touch with all yer culinary attributes, even one's own taste. I've always wondered what I'd taste like," the dwarf's excitement came to head in his flat words, "And now would be the ideal time. Due to our ration's we're likely empty and our natural flavour won't be contaminated."

Chilchack again couldn't believe what he was hearing, they were already discussing how they'd taste. The idea was ludicrous, lining up to be morsels for her friends. Thankfully he realised Marcille would never go through with this. "Marcille, can you believe these two?" the halfling spoke with a loud voice up to his giant friend.

Marcille had been intently watching the squabble from high above, towering over the reduced party in the gap of her crossed legs. "Well... umm... actually..." Her gigantic stomach grumbled and turned from the opposite side of her abdomen, like a the cry of a giant monster.

"Marcille! How could you want to eat us!"

"I don't! I really don't... But Laius is making a lot of sense. If something happens to me you're good as dead, and it'll be a lot harder to find your bodies. I guess it would be 'safe-keeping'... And I haven't had a good meal in so long..."

The shortest member bristled with rage before it subsided; he was officially outnumbered, including by the person who could overpower him with a single finger, so he didn't want to waste his energy. He collapsed on his haunches and sighed in defeat. Marcille felt some sympathy for her friend; she was definitely glad it wasn't her being eaten.

Senshi took notice of Chilchack's resignation, "So we're in agreement then? Good. Now it's only a matter of filleting Chilchack and having-"

"No!" the relative giant's shouting voice drowning out everything else. "Eating is one thing but I absolutely refuse to cut you up! No filleting, no boiling, nothing!"

The party went silent as Senshi stroked his beard in contemplation. "Hmm... no cooking... It's difficult, but not impossible. Unpack yer bag and we'll see what we have to work with."

Marcille swallowed after her outburst and hesitantly unpacked the small amounts of food, all not particularly nutritional or fit for a main meal. Their entire arsenal of food was composed of two onions, a cup of rice, an egg, a collection of spices that included ginger, salt, sugar, and chilli flakes, two cloves of garlic, a bottle of soy sauce, a bottle of vinegar, a few drops of some form of oil, and a half eaten bag of stale peanuts Marcille had grown sick of. Senshi gazed at the colossal ingredients and searched for different recipes that would fit when the meat was substituted for tiny people.

"Hmm... I can see the makings of a three course meal," the dwarf mused deep in thought.

"R-really?" the giantess stuttered. From the collection of food ahead of her she didn't think anything too delicious could come of it.

"Yes, yes. I can definitely see an opportunity. Chilchack will be up first."

"What!? Why!?" he protested.

"Yer the smallest, ye'll need to be the appetiser."

Chilchack collapsed again.

"Right Marcille, just follow my instructions and this will be very easy." Senshi's monotone voice was only half reassuring to Marcille. She really wasn't excited to eat her friends.

Marcille had been instructed to unpack all the pots and pans they had scattered around, at least the few not shrunk. They still had a good collection, including Senshi's famed cooking pan.

"Right, begin straining the rice until the water runs clears."

Marcille poured the grains in the colander and began pouring water over it, disturbing the white flecks as it went through. There was a ready source of water nearby so they could afford to be slightly wasteful. Senshi observed from her shoulder as the rice was cleaned, Chilchack and Laius remaining a short distance away sitting in depression and anticipation, respectively.

"Now, begin boiling the rice. This'll take about twenty minutes, so in the mean time ye'll clean Chilchack."

"What!?" the impudent man shouted again.

"Well... I can't eat you when you're dirty Chilchack..."

He slumped back down.

Marcille began boiling the rice and set up a small bowl of water for the shrunken halfling to clean himself in.

By the time he was cleaned and sitting naked like a piece of meat among the other ingredients, the rice was cooked, tender, and cooled.

"Fetch that small saucepan and begin heating it up." Marcille did so. "Mix about a quarter of a cup of vinegar with a tablespoon of oil, a good amount of sugar, and a teaspoon of salt."

Marcille did as the tiny dwarf ordered. The simmering liquid mixed together, and the sugar slowly began to darken and dissolve amid the vinegar and oil. When it was totally absorbed she removed it at Senshi's instructions and allowed it to cool, becoming a white goo of moderate consistency. The final part was to pour the mixture onto the prepared rice and stir, gluing the soft grains together until it was thick and easily took to shapes.

"Roll a part of the rice into a small ball with yer hands and set it down, ye can save the rest for later."

Marcille created the ball as instructed, some of the vinegary stuff getting on her hands, but the ball was in tact.

"All it takes is laying Chilchack on the ball."

The elf's thin fingers grasped at the tiny halfling, unable to not squirm in her grasp being naked and all. She laid him on his stomach so as to not expose too much of him as he was devoured; she was just being courteous.

"Tis' done!"

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Chilchack Sashimi

Ingredients (serves one)

Chilchack - 1 shrunk halfling

Soy sauce - to taste

Rice Mixture:

Cooked Rice - 1 cup

Vinegar - 1/4 cup

Oil - 1 tbsp

Sugar - 1/8 cup

Salt - 1 tsp

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Marcille was uncertain, the tiny naked body of her friend was pushed delicately into the rice and his pale skin was outlined quite neatly. She had agreed to this, but actually eating her friend...

"Perhaps some soy sauce would help him go down easier?" Laius interjected, using his considerable strength to heave a dipping bowl of black sauce he had somehow prepared adjacent to her.

Chilchack was more bothered than terrified, he had died before so he knew what to expect. He imagined being dissolved alive wasn't the best but he didn't really have a choice.

The giant elf got her chopsticks and prepared to pick him up, slightly cringing at the thought. She picked up the rice ball and dunked his lower half in soy sauce, being courteous enough to not drown him before eating him.

She stared into Chilchack's grimacing eyes and couldn't help but feel guilty... "Umm, sorry..." was all she said before opening her mouth wide to receive him.

The halfling was confronted with his friend's gaping maw, strands of saliva hanging like stalactites and stalactites conjoined at the centre of the cavern. Her warm, stale breath was moist and made his sweat utterly ineffectual in dissipating heat. Quickly she tossed him and closed her eyes, expertly tossing him away from her teeth with her tongue as she chewed the rice.

The subtle taste of Chilchack, combined with the vinegar of the rice and the distinct twang of the soy sauce combined to be very familiar. Her palette, unaffected by stronger tastes, was able to pick up on the almost watery taste of the young man.

Chilchack was thrown around by her tongue easily, the gigantic slimy muscle knocking him away from her teeth so as to not chew him along with the rice. He was molested cruelly as it attempted to suck the sauce from his legs and make him more palatable. He was almost drowning in her saliva as her glands produced an excess, the hollow beneath her tongue rolling him along with the mashed rice and adhering him to it with saliva. Finally, in a wave of sticky, vinegar-scented saliva he was sent down her gullet.

"So, how was the lad?" Senshi asked, still on her shoulder.

Marcille looked slightly traumatised, realising that currently Chilchack was inside her stomach, which was gurgling slightly at the moment, likely just beginning to digest him. "He... he was delicious..." she said ashamedly, not wanting to admit she enjoyed consuming her friend.

"Aye, I knew he had the makings of a good meal in him. But he's barely a morsel, let's get preparing the second course. That'll be Laius. Get him de-shelled and cleaned up."

"De-shelled? Like... his armour?"

"Aye, his armour."

"It's alright, I'll do it myself," the knight informed as he began to doff his armour and make his way over to 'the bath'.

Senshi shrugged, he just wasn't used to food preparing itself. "We'll need a wok for this, my pan will work fine. As it's heating up finely chop an onion and crush that garlic."

Marcille diligently obeyed, throwing the diced vegetables into the oiled pan when ready and beginning to stir.

"Leave this for a while and get the peanuts, ye'll need a good handful. Ye'll need to mince them, really slice them up and crush them as well as ye can."

The dainty elf struggled to do this, especially after the teasingly small meal she had just gobbled down. As she did she added in the sugar, soy sauce, and chilli flakes to the wok, caramelising and browning them. Eventually she managed to create a chunky mixture from the peanuts, almost a paste, and mix it into the simmering wok. Stirring intensely to moisten the dry nuts, the preparation ended in a hot, brown, thick sauce that smelled strongly of peanuts, and had a slightly spicy note.

"Aye, all it'll be now is letting Laius get coated. D'ye have a skewer?"

Marcille rifled through one of the bags until she retrieved a thin wooden stake.

"I'll do this meself," Senshi said, Marcille placing him on the stone ground. He dragged a sleeping Laius from the bath, waking him up in the process.

"Hmm? Am I being eaten now?"

"Aye."

"Alright." He allowed himself to be dragged the rest of the way to the resting skewer. Senshi placed the stake over the human and used some spare string to hog-tie his arms and legs, keeping him fast to it.

"Now leave him in the sauce for a few minutes, he should become coated nicely."

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Laius Satay

Ingredients (serves one)

Laius - 1 shrunk human

Salt - to taste

Satay sauce:

Onion - 1 med. size

Garlic - 1 clove

Chilli flakes - 1 tbsp

Sugar - 1 tbsp

Soy sauce - 1 tsp

Peanuts - 1/4 cup

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After he had rested in the thick, mildly warm sludge for a few minutes, the tiny knight was entirely coated in the brown stuff. Marcille was feeling less reserved about eating Laius, and not just because he wanted it. "He should be good now," the dwarf informed her.

Marcille took the end of the skewer that was not covered in sauce and inspected the human at one end. He was smiling, which was distinctly not normal for a person about to be eaten. "Tell me how I taste when I'm back out."

"I guess... Alright..."

Marcille opened her mouth and slid him in. She locked her teeth around the skewer and pulled it out, catching Laius and leaving him in her mouth. She got to work rubbing the sauce from his shrunken body. The chilli flakes gave it a spicy undertone, but not especially; more than that the overpowering twang of peanuts was on her palette. The cooking had left it smokey, and it combined quite nicely with Laius' slightly more distinct flavour.

Laius' hadn't expected the experience to be so enjoyable. It was totally dark, and the invasive and powerful tongue was slightly aggravating when it sent him crashing into the solid teeth or the rigged mouth roof, but otherwise the heat and moisture was quite relaxing. It was almost like a sauna, and he was almost asleep by the time the peristaltic motion drew him down into her stomach.

The elf's long ears twitched in enjoyment, smiling, "Mmmmm!"

"So, how was he?"

Marcille's eyebrows danced in contemplation. "Very good, much more flavoursome than Chilchack."

"Aye, and he has a little more meat on 'is bones. Now, ye'll be preparing me."

"Okay..."

"This'll be the easiest yet. All we'll need is an onion, sliced, pepper, and an egg."

Marcille got those simple ingredient and began to slice the onion long-ways, into thin segments that split apart at the rings.

"Now ye'll begin to slightly fry them, use some salt and oil for taste."

Marcille did as she was ordered, but was growing slightly discontent with something slightly bothering her. "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

"Hmm?"

"A... bath? I am NOT eating you if you haven't bathed..." She cringed at the thought.

"But my natural flavour is an important component to the dish."

"No, absolutely not. Go take a bath, right now, or I will REFUSE to eat you."

"Arr, the integrity will be compromised, but I 'spose I'll need to understand my undiluted flavour." The dwarf began stripping down, and walked over to the lukewarm bath, discolouring the liquid as he dipped in.

Marcille cooked the onion in peace, until they were no longer pale rings but brown and soft. "Take it out an' make a bed of 'em."

The curly vegetable made a small pile on the plate, and Senshi clambered out of the bowl and unashamedly plopped himself on the bed.

"Umm... Senshi I can't eat you with that THING on your face."

"What thing?"

"Your beard... Can I cut it off?"

"Sacrilege."

"Senshi... I can't eat you like that. I'm sure they can attach it back on the surface."

"I don't want me beard removed! That's the essence of my taste!"

"B-but..."

"Ye eat me, beard an' all, or ye'll go hungry."

Marcille swallowed. "O-okay..."

"Good. Now separate the yoke from the white." Marcille did so, having a half shell of white and a half shell of yolk. "Pour the yoke on me."

"Raw?"

"Aye, raw.

Senshi had the big, yellow ball drop on him, right onto his stomach. It was squishy and membranous, but held together somewhat.

"Crack some pepper on me and I'll right."

Senshi fought the urge to sneeze as the black powder was sprinkled along his body. Finally, he was ready.

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Senshi Tatare

Ingredients (serves one)

Senshi - 1 shrunk dwarf

Onion - 1 med. size

Egg - 1 med. size

Oil - 1 tsp

Salt - to taste

Pepper - to taste

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Marcille took her chopsticks once more and licked her lips. She had more experience with eating her friends now, and she was prepared to devour Senshi with ease. The well-built dwarf was more difficult to attack with the stakes, but she managed to grip him along with some dark onions, and keep the egg yolk steady on top. She opened her mouth casually and dropped him on her tongue.

The yolk burst when she began to swirl her tongue around and chew the onions, drenching Senshi in a yellow goo that permeated his body. The studded tongue ran around his stout form and cleaned him somewhat, although he was dirtied again by the saliva squeezing from the base of her mouth. The taste of the raw yolk along with the onions and the very pronounced flavour of Senshi combined quite nicely, it was a strange dish, but incredibly flavoursome and would stick on her palette for some time. She nodded these thoughts to herself and swallowed him down, to join his slowly digesting friends.

The filled elf sat back, wiggled her toes, twitched her ears, patted her stomach and let out a small belch. She was finally well fed, and she was enjoying the feeling of a stuffed belly after an entire week of malnutrition. She'd need to clean the dishes and continue the trek to the surface with her boost of energy, but for now she wanted to rest.

Just as she was about to settle in she felt her gurgling stomach disturb slightly, and she looked down at her covered abdomen. It almost sounded like...

"Which one of us tasted the best?" it asked, distinctly the shrunken voice of Laius.

"Laius? Is that you?"

"Yes! Tell us which one before we die!"

"Oh... ummm, I guess you Laius."

"You heard that Chilchack? She preferred me!"