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A Change of Perspective Part One

This story is part of my Hunters and Hunted series and involves superheroes and villains, cooking vore, amputation, and rape

The heroine Lady Change was created by the user Brawn on Eka's portal, who requested this story, helped me brainstorm ideas, and gave me feedback on my rough drafts. Thanks again.

***The first few pages of this story is heroes vs villains, no sex or cooking or anything. If you want to jump ahead (and make me very sad) I marked the part where the kinky shit starts***

All was quiet as the villainous Red Raider crept through the alleys near the docks of Shady Strands in the middle of the night. Standing at more than 7 feet tall, the dark-furred wolf-anthro villain was hard to miss even when he was trying to be stealthy, but thankfully with how many heroes liked to setup stakeouts for villains and gangs hiding in the twisting maze of warehouses the city had just stopped replacing most street lights when they went out, casting dark shadows over the entire area that were perfect for a villain like him to hide in. 150 yards down the street from him was a warehouse that the cities hero organization was using to store a variety of mystical, technological, and magitek artifacts and equipment, and another 200 yards past that he picked up the movement of The Night Stalker, a villainous panther-anthro. Zooming in, he saw her lift up three fingers, then two, then one. Showtime he thought as he leapt into action.

Three Months Earlier, the mayor's office.

"You can't keep holding these artifacts downtown, it's a giant target and even when the villains fail to steal from it, they cause massive amounts of damage! Do you know how expensive rebuilding four blocks of downtown real estate is? This city is heading for bankruptcy at this rate!"

"I understand Madam Mayor, and I think we have a solution. Property values in a lot of the city have hit rock bottom, the Shady Strands Hero Association could buy up several abandoned properties through shell corporations and spread these artifacts across them, removing the draw of one vault full of all this valuable equipment bringing villains into high-density areas. It'll cost less than rebuilding downtown."

"Then you have my permission, let's get this done."

Ten days ago, a warehouse by the docks.

"Hey Frank, what's the holdup man?"

"Nothing, I just don't feel good about this. I ain't ever heard of these guys before, and they come in acting all hush hush and want us to move a bunch of crates into an abandoned warehouse? It's sketchy as all hell, I feel like a hero is going to bust down the door any minute and the guy who hired us is gonna put on a cape and do an evil laugh."

"... Well let's just get this shit moved in quickly so we leave before that happens, alright? Come on, help me lift this crate."

As the two lifted the crate, another member of the moving crew bumped into them, sending the crate to the ground, cracking it open to reveal...

"Frank, is that a fucking magic amulet?"

"I think it is Sam."

"Fuck, just put the lid back on and let's get this done, this place is going to be crawling with heroes soon, and we didn't see anything, got it?" Everyone who had come over to see what the crash was about nodded and went back to work, their mistaken belief that they were helping a villain move stolen goods encouraging them to get the job done quickly.

Later that night in a seedy motel room.

Alice Baker looked at the pair of movers passed out naked on the motel bed as she left the room. Slipping into a form-fitting camouflage outfit, she took her stealthy motorcycle on a drive to a warehouse she had heard interesting things about. After a couple of passes, she could tell there were definitely passive defenses and sensors all around the building, and that confirmed her suspicions. Pulling out a communicator, she pressed a code and waited.

"Iron Warlord here, what is it Night Stalker?"

"I have a lead. Pair of movers down in the docks, apparently they saw something interesting during one of their jobs today. I got them alone, got the whole story out of them, and I think you'll want to hear this." She said before explaining what the two had told her and her own observations.

Silence came over the line for a moment before she heard a response. "And you're certain that the amulet they saw was the Amulet of Sorceress Queen Kiribasa?"

"That or a very good replica, and they don't spring for the level of discrete security I saw for a replica. And, according to my sources, they also helped the same company move into two other warehouses the same day, so we're going to need some backup if we want to hit them all at once."

Two days ago, Red Raiders lair.

Red Raider was enjoying a nice lazy day out of costume, sleeping off a full belly. The day before had been his birthday and his two girlfriends had thrown him an amazing party in the morning before using the autocooker in his kitchen to make themselves into a delicious birthday dinner for him that night. Lying on the couch, he was lazily reviewing some of his plans for his territory and some ideas to run past the girls when they got out of the resurrection center in a few days when he got a message to his secure account.

Pulling it up, he read over the offer a few times before accepting. Night Stalker always throws the best 'parties'. He thought as he put his tablet away and laid down for a nap.

The present, at the warehouse by the docks.

Red Raider knew his part of the mission well. He was combat focused, so he was here to draw out the defenders, keep them busy while the loot was loaded up into a set of cargo containers for the flying villains to carry, and then run interference until they made it to a part of town that heroes wouldn't chase them into. Simple, if it worked. Marking the cameras, sensors, traps, and anything else that might cause a problem for the mission on his HUD he took a running leap with his enhanced legs and powered armor taking him over the fence, smashing a camera on the way down. Immediately, his suit picked up multiple outgoing alarm signals, from this warehouse and the two others their team was hitting tonight.

As he disabled the traps with his durability, strength, and armor, he noticed the arrival of the rest of the team, and as they formed up near the entrance his suit picked up a target moving fast towards them. Shouting a warning, the others had just begun to scatter when a dark figure passed in front of the thin crescent moon. Before anyone could react to the new arrival, a cone of fire erupted from the figure, engulfing the area between the warehouse and the road.

A few minutes earlier, in a neighborhood near the docks.

When Princess Eleanor Beatrix Hardcastle the Third had left her family to put her powers to use fighting evil instead of sitting around looking pretty, she had expected to be given a royal welcome by the heroes of whatever city she moved to. When she had arrived in Shady Strands though, it quickly became clear that that wasn't going to happen. Her meeting with the local hero association had been pleasant enough, they were always happy to see more heroes, but she had simply been assigned a neighborhood to patrol, held a small press conference with the head of their PR department, and been given a number to call if she found herself in trouble, not the sort of welcome the draconic princess had expected.

But she had endured, the sense of freedom that not having to live her life on ceremony and tradition soothing her wounded pride. For weeks, she had patrolled the poor neighborhoods (many were actually middle-class, but to her eye anything less than a luxurious townhome in the heart of the city or a sprawling country estate looked impoverished) making a name for herself fighting villains and street gangs, and slowly she started being treated with the respect she felt she deserved. Tonight, she was on patrol, looking for anyone who would dare insult her by breaking the law on her watch. There were actually a lot of anthros who dared, mainly because her territory was so huge that cleaning it up would take a lot longer than a few weeks.

Suddenly, her draconic hearing picked up the sound of several crashes and other sounds of a break in. She immediately flew off to confront whoever was responsible, her weeks of victory convincing her of her invulnerability. Flying through the air, she quickly arrived at the closest disturbance, a warehouse by the docks, where she saw a collection of villains preparing to enter. Transforming into her red dragoness form, she doubled in size in midair, and with a massive breath she announced her arrival with a blast of fire.

As the flames engulfed him, Red Raider felt like he was cooking inside his suit. However, the climate-control functions kept him alive until the flames ended. Unfortunately, not everyone of the villains who had joined him was so lucky. Of the original six, including him, only Night Stalker was still standing, having apparently used her shadow magic to either avoid or block the attack, although two of the downed villains either had healing factors or some other way to get back on their feet fast. The other two though had been cooked to a crisp, and that left them shorthanded. Realizing that his suit gave him the best chances of success against the Motherfucking Dragon that had decided to show up and ruin their night, he decided to distract it, leaping into the sky, he aimed for the dark figure of the dragon, which was still hovering in front of the moon. Rooky mistake, he thought as he slammed into them, his momentum, knocking the dragon off balance and sending them both tumbling into the street below.

Pulling back, he used his low-light sensors to get a better view of his prey. And as the dragon-anthro stood in front of him, rising to a towering 12 feet tall, he noted that the remaining members of the team had entered the warehouse. The two circled each other, and Red was so focused on his opponent that he was surprised when his communicator activated.

"Red, there's no one inside, but there's a lot of crates here, it's going to take a while to search them and find the good shit, you good on your own?" Night Stalker asked him over the line.

Sizing up his opponent one last time, he answered "yeah, this one's a new player, lot of strength, not a lot of experience. I can handle her, no sweat." Of course as soon as he said that she decided to prove him wrong. With a flash, she had suddenly shrunk down to barely the size of a large dog, flitting through the air with incredible speed. Keeping her in his vision, he tried to figure out what she was doing when she turned and flew straight at him. A moment before impact, she grew massively, taking on the form of an absolutely massive Gold Dragoness.

Red Raider had instinctively reacted when she flew at him, dodging out of the way and shifting power to bolster the defenses of his suit, but the sheer size of her new form was able to hit him despite his dodging, and the sheer amount of force sent him flying down the street into another warehouse.

Pulling himself to his feet, Red Raider tried to figure out what the fuck just happened. She keeps changing into different types of dragons. That's her power, she's a fucking shapeshifter except she has fucking Dragon form. Time to make a call. As the phone rang, he ran back down the road to where the dragoness was standing in the door to the warehouse threatening the other villains, still in her gigantic Golden form.

Lady Change was enjoying herself. These pathetic criminals were nothing compared to her, she had powers beyond any of them, the power of dragons. Half their number already dead, the remainder would be given one chance to surrender. Standing there gloating, she saw the looks of utter fear on their faces through their masks and smirked. Finally my powers are appreciated, it's so unfortunate that the first people to do so were villains, but I'm sure after this display the rest of the city will follow.

"Surrender and you will be spared, the police are already on their way. There is no escape for you villains. Do not" She was cut off as a shock blasted through her body, interrupting her thoughts and scrambling her mind. After a moment though, the current cut off, and she focused on turning into a Blue Dragon, gaining the resistance to electricity at the loss of most of her size advantage. Turning around wildly, she saw the armored figure that she had thought had dies when she body-slammed him down the road into a building standing under a powerline, a wire stretching from his suit to the cables above.

The cowards behind her quickly returned to their theft, at the command of the figure in front of her no doubt. They were obviously the superior warrior of this band of criminals. As she stared down the figure, some sort of large canine anthro based on the shape of the helm, a grin crossed her face. Finally, a worthy opponent.

Staring back at her, Red Raider was listening as a mage from thousands of years in the past did her best to explain how to defeat a dragon. "And never let it point its mouth at you, a dragons breath weapon is deadly if you get caught by it directly. My lord are you sure you do not need assistance? I hunted many dragons before being sealed away by my rivals and a list of weaknesses isn't enough to make up for experience."

"You won't make it in time Herada, unless you can teleport. We've made enough noise that reinforcements are already on the way to help her. Next time I go somewhere I might fight a dragon, I'll bring you, but I expected this to be a robbery, and you've made your opinion on me acting like a bandit quite clear."

Silence came over the line before she responded. "If your banditry brings you into conflict with such powerful foes, perhaps I should accompany you, despite my misgivings."

"Well, that's a discussion for another OH SHIT" Red dodged as his opponent transformed into a green dragon and spit acid at him. "Herada I'm going to have to call you back."

"My lord what if you're injured?" She asked him as he swung around and landed a punch square on the dragons stomach. As she bent over, a rain of acid forced him to withdraw, and she used the opportunity to transform again into her tiny form.

"You can watch my suit cam feeds on the computer."

"I don't know how that sorcery works! Grace or Emma usually does it for me but you ate them and they won't resurrect for two days!""

"It's not" his exasperation was cut off as he only barely avoided being hit by a massive Gold dragoness again. "It's not sorcery, and you need to learn how it works for yourself. I'm hanging up now." He said, dodging a massive cone of freezing air and ice shards as his opponent took on the form of an Ice Wyrm. Seriously? A wyrm? Why?

"Red, come in." Night Stalker called over his communicator.

"Little busy!" he shouted as he grappled with the wyrm. Huh, she can't transform while being grappled. Good to know.

"Well, we loaded two containers, but we've only got one flyer after that opening blast, so he's going to have to carry them stacked with us holding them together."

"Meaning I'm on my own."

"Just give us five minutes to clear the area then disengage."

"Five minutes." He repeated, viewing the damage report on his suits HUD. "I can do that. No promises on anything past that though."

"If we aren't far enough away by then we're as good as caught anyway." She answered, ending the call on a happy note.

For the third time that night, the two opponents stared each other down. Her with scales cracked from his hits, him with a damaged suit. Both combatants could tell that this was going to end soon, and both were determined to walk away victorious.

As he thought over all the powers he had seen her display and the list of weaknesses and strengths Herada had given him, Red got an idea, and then he leapt into action.

Lady Change was not happy. This peasant, a lowly thief, had fought her to a standstill. This could not stand, she might have left her kingdom behind but she was still royalty, and she was a dragon. Determination filled her as she saw him move, rushing towards... a sparking cable lying across the roadway. Trying to shock me again? Fool, that won't work a second time. She thought as she transformed into a blue dragon, shrinking down and gaining control over electricity, including resistance to it. Watching him link his suit to the cable and then turn to close the distance, she understood his plan. Force me to stay in this form and fight physically. Very well, this might not be my strongest form but I am still a dragon, more than a match for you.

When he closed the distance and grappled with her, she felt the tickly of electricity wash over her, but the rest of her assumption was soon proven wrong. Grappling with her foe, draconic muscles against suit and armor, she felt her arms slowly be pressed down, a fiery pain burning as her muscles cried out for relief. After several seconds, her arms were pried apart, and she locked eyes with her opponent. He nodded slightly at her, a recognition of her skill, before slamming his armored head into hers, knocking her out.

Red Raider looked down at the unconscious form of the dragoness heroine on the ground, panting from the exertion he needed of bringing her down. His ears picked up the sounds of police sirens, and he knew he had to leave quickly, but as he looked at her, an idea came to him. Taking in her muscular, meaty form he felt himself getting hard and hungry, and he scooped up the heroine, putting a set of shock restraints on her in case she woke up and throwing her over his shoulder before leaping away with his cargo towards the rendezvous point.

Crossing the docks into Night Stalker's territory, he decided to secure his prey nearby and go into the meeting without her. After all, they'll all want a turn with her, and I caught her myself fair and square. With that decided, he found an exposed fuse box. Linking the restraints power supply to the cables to keep her in her Blue Dragon form, which he could tell was too weak to break out of the restraints.

Arriving at the meeting point, the lot of an abandoned shipping company, he landed behind the crowd of villains clustered around six cargo containers. From the numbers, he could tell that the other two groups had had a much easier time than they had. "Holy shit you got away from her!" One of the other members of the group, Red couldn't remember his name, said in surprise as Red arrived.

Night Stalker stepped forward. "Now that everyone who survived is here, we have to divide the take. We have multiple mad scientists and magic-users here to value all the items, and every valuation needs to be signed off by two professionals who have no professional alliance. Once that is done, we tally up the total and divide by 24. Each independent gets 1 share, while me, Iron Warlord, and our crew each get a double share as our payment for doing the setup on this job. When we split up the loot, we go around the circle one item at a time, starting with me, then Iron Warlord, then the rest of my crew, then the independents. The two who died will get the rest sent to them when they resurrect. Any questions? Good, now get to work, we have a lot of loot to catalogue."

The next two hours were a blur of work, as villains searched through crates of goods and catalogued them. Surprisingly, no one tried to pull a fast one and run off with some good loot, mainly due to the threat of being chased down by every other villain there, beaten up, having the loot taken back, and then having their share given to the others. When it was time to divide the loot, Red put himself in front of every other independent in the pick order, and no one contested it after his display against the dragoness earlier in the night.

His haul consisted of nabbed a few samples of tech from various mad scientists for himself, an ancient mythril and a collection of rare magical tomes were his way of apologizing to Herada for not bringing her that night, while a necklace that apparently boosted the wearers mind and psychic powers, a collection of magical daggers, and a large gemstone with intricate ruins carved into it he grabbed for his non-powered girlfriends. Loading this all into a box, he thanked Night Stalker and turned down a recruitment attempt before leaping away, heading back to where he left the dragoness, who was remarkably still out cold. Flinging her over his shoulder, he went home, ready to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

***The kinky stuff starts up here for anyone who skipped the setup. TL;DR Red Raider gets hired to help with a heist, gets confronted by a dragoness superheroine, fights her, wins, and takes her back to his lair with the loot.***

Shaking her head, Princess Eleanor Beatrix... no, she was in costume, she ran away to become a heroine, Lady Change. Lady Change shook her head as she slowly woke up with a splitting headache. When she tried to sit up, she realized that she was tied down to some sort of table and every piece of her costume except for her mask was gone. Looking around wildly, she saw that she was in some sort of round chamber around 100 feet across with a handful of reinforced doors. Her restraints were made out of a metal of some kind and etched with magical runes, and as she tried to use her powers to shift her form she felt a wave of electrical and magical energies slam into her, disrupting her focus and forcing her to stay in her current form. The same effect happened when she tried to gather energy for her breath attack.

A few feet away from her, a trio of deer-anthro mage women covered in identical tattoos had spells prepared in their palms, while behind them stood another two with the same tattoos next to the armored wolf-anthro that she had fought earlier that night. After a few moments of struggling, she felt rage roll through her. "Release me at once and fight me with honor you coward!" She screamed at her captors, to no response. Cursing at the top of her lungs, she flailed pointlessly against the restraints until the constant pain forced her to stop.

Red Raider was having the time of his life. In his entire career as a villain, he had never had a night as successful as this one. First he got a collection of technological and magical artifacts as his share of the raid on some sort of depot for dangerous items, and then he'd picked up a smoking hot dragoness heroine who had tried to interfere. Sure, his main suit of armor was in desperate need of repairs and his body was sore all over, but he'd won in the end, and now the shapeshifting bitch was all his.

Next to him his resident magic expert Herada had two of her bodies watching the screen. Being a consciousness evenly split between five identical bodies by magic meant she also had three of her bodies waiting near the prisoner in case she managed to break out of her restraints. She was also geeking out like he'd bought her a new car or something.

"She uses magic to switch between forms! I sensed it when she tried to change just then; it's similar to the magic used by the dragons of my time to disguise themselves as regular people."

"Can you figure out how to control it?"

"Well, maybe, but I'll need some time to consult my books. Why would I though, she's not exactly an ally to us."

Looking at the bound dragoness, Red Raider sniffed the air. The room was full of the prisoners scent, and as he took in the scents, he could tell she was angry, with plenty of fear mixed in with just a hint of... is that what I think it is? Is she getting excited by this? Kinky and powerful, I can work with this.

"I have an idea, just get started on trying to figure it out and I'll make sure she's on our side."

"What? Are you planning to release her... oh." Herada paused as she saw him press a button to have a wall slide away to reveal a large kitchen. "Most lords I served did not have a kitchen in their dungeons."

"Only most? You'll have to tell me about the others sometime." Red quipped, moving the table move over towards the kitchen, Heradas bodies moving to block any escape. "So, any ideas for forcing her to change form? I want to do some taste testing."

"Well, maybe..."

"Taste testing!? I am not a slab of meat you filthy peasant! I am royalty, and you will release me at once!" Dinner was angry at him.

Smiling, Red raider pulled out a meat cleaver and walked over to her, looking her up and down as one hand groped all over her body. "Shut up meat, you don't get a say in this." He told her as he put a muzzle on her. Lifting the cleaver up in the air, he brought it down right below her shoulder with a meaty whack, cleaving her arm off in one hit.

Hanging the arm up to drain the blood, Red gave a signal to Herada, and suddenly two of her forms held fireballs in their hands and moved close to the meat, who was so shocked that she didn't react until they were nearly touching her skin. With a jolt, she expanded to the form of a Red Dragon, her body doubling in height and actually hanging off the edge of the table. Thankfully the restraints had been designed to shift with a shapeshifter the move put the cuff that had been on her wrist on her forearm.

Taking the cleaver to her other arm, he lifted it up and slammed it down, taking it for his meal. As he went to hang it up, he saw her staring at him, eyes wide in surprise and mouth hanging open as her mind raced. Pulling out some acid from under the counter, she seemed to realize what he wanted immediately and took the form of a green dragon, staying at nearly the same size but with her form shifting towards the beastial, her anthro features decreasing and becoming more animalistic. Strangely, her wings also disappeared.

She's already so obedient, just a couple minutes ago she was screaming that I would release her. With a thwack her right leg came off, and as he hung it to drain and sealed the wound, he passed his nose over her crotch. Taking in a deep breath, he liked what he smelled. Despite being butchered alive for parts, the bitch's scent had an undercurrent of excitement and arousal. Not too much, she was still mostly full of fear, but there was something in there he could work with.

Herada interjected to ask him "My lord, see if she can take on the form of a Black Dragon, they are powerful creatures with the same resistance to acid of Green Dragons."

So threatening her with some acid won't make her switch to it, alright. He thought as he turned to the dragoness. "You heard her, Black Dragon form, now. Unless you want me to punish you...?"

She looked him through tearful eyes, terror all over her face even as he smelled her arousal spike at being commanded. You can lie to yourself about how you feel all day bitch, but you can't lie to me. He thought as she transformed, growing even larger. At this point, the leg he was about to cut off was nearly six feet long, with much more meat than any of her other limbs. As he cut if off and hung it up, he turned to Herada. "The Red and Blue forms gave so much less meat than the Green and Black forms, we should make up for that."

With a brief jolt of fire, she was back in her red form, wings sprouting off her back but no arms to go with them, a tail coming down her back over hips with no legs. As she wriggled on the table, he grabbed on one of her wings and she froze up, making it easy for him to cut the wing right off her body. A bit of electricity sent her back to blue, and a wing from that form came off as well.

Locking her torso and tail in the blue form, he turned to the meat hanging in the kitchen. Basting it with a simple glaze to lock in the flavors, he put the collection of severed arms and legs in the oven. Pulling out the wings, he cleaned them of the actual wing leather, leaving just meat and bone, and pulled out the deep fryer. As she watched, he breaded and fried her wings.

Herada, realizing that the dragoness was basically powerless, went off to do her own thing, and after Red finished cooking up the wings, he put them on a plate and went over to the dragon nugget on the table. Biting into the blue dragon wing, he found dragon meat tastes like chicken mixed with beef, but with a much deeper flavor. Noticing her watching him, he told her "you taste pretty great, you ever considered becoming a full-time meatslave? I can't offer the greatest pay, but I can offer great sex and good food."

Lady Change was shocked and insulted by the way her captor just casually asked her to be a "meatslave". I am a princess and a dragon you filthy good for nothing lowlife! You might have won the battle but I will win the war. She raged inside her mind, the muzzle keeping her from telling him how she really felt. But deep inside, the little spark of arousal the Red had noticed was still there, a little voice that latched onto the word "meatslave" and wouldn't go away.

As she glared at him, she watched as he wolfed down the meat on her wings, first the blue then the red. "You know, red dragon is pretty spicy" he told her between bites. "It's pretty good, if it wasn't for the heat resistance I would say I should cook you up in that form, but that will take too long." Silence as he finished eating. "What, no opinion? Man, you are one obedient piece of meat."

Outrage filled her.I am not obedient! I am just aware of the situation and know that fighting back would just make things worse. And I'm not meat either! She thought, ignoring the little yes you are that came from the back of her mind. When he threw away the bones, she watched him come up to her and shift her restraints, pulling her tail off the edge of the table and leaving her cunt, which she realized to her chagrin was soaking wet, right against the edge of the table. He noticed to, giving her a look that said all that needed to be said.

"We've got plenty of time until the meat in the oven finishes cooking, so how about we have some fun?" He asked as he pulled out his cock. "You really are sexy like that, maybe I'll keep you as a dragon nugget. Doesn't that sound nice, being a helpless, limbless pillow for me to fuck?"

Rage and indignation filled her at the thought of this creature having his way with her, but as his cock teased her slit pheromones flooded her nerves, driving her sensitivity up to the max and assaulting her mind with pleasure. "But on second thought, I'm really liking how you've tasted so far, so I think I'll pass on that idea. For now." He said with a wink. As she struggled to stay focused, she looked into his eyes and saw lust and hunger behind his mask. The look struck something deep inside her, and the spark of arousal burst into flame.

Red Raider always did enjoy playing with his food, and this meal was proving to be a delight already. With just a bit of teasing and pheromones, her mental walls were beginning to break down. Sure she wouldn't be begging to be his slave after just one session, but the idea was planted in her mind, and now he just had to fertilize the soil to let it grow. Thrusting inside her, his cock filled her tight little scaly cunt, and as he moved his hips back and forth he watched as her head lolled back in pleasure as her nice juicy tits bounced up and down.

Pounding away at her, he heard a muffled scream of pleasure from behind her muzzle as an orgasm clenched her cunt down on his dick. Smiling, he redoubled his assault on her body, his hands roaming all over her as he thrust harder and deeper than before. After several minutes of this, he could tell she had lost herself to pleasure, his pheromones overwhelming everything telling her this was wrong and fueling the fires of her lust.

Thanks to his stamina, even when he eventually came in her, coating her insides with his cum, he could keep going while barely missing a beat. After nearly an hour of this treatment, she came one last time as he finished before passing out as soon as the stimulation ended. Chuckling, he invited Herada down to try the meat with him, and despite her usual reservations towards cannibalism she seemed almost excited join in. To add insult to injury, the two (six counting Herada's different bodies) engorged themselves on the same table that the dragoness was secured to.

The two enjoyed a nice selection of draconic meats, fresh from the oven. The blue dragon meat seemed to be the basic taste of dragoness, a mix of beef and chicken, while the red dragon meat quickly became Red Raiders favorite due to the spiciness of the meat. The green dragon meat on the other hand was nearly unbelievably tender, almost like it was dissolving in their mouths, which made it Herada's favorite. Finally, the massive black dragon leg had a deep, savory taste that made each bite feel like a full meal, while at the same time being almost as tender as the green dragon meat.

Finishing up the last of the limbs themselves, Red stacked a plate with hands and feet and pulled out a baking pan while all five of Herada's forms leaned back in their seats, groaning from how full they were. Releasing the restraints, Red noted that she was still unconscious from earlier, and unless she woke up there was no way to get her to change shape. Shrugging, he decided to put her in in the blue dragon from anyway. Attaching some electrodes to shock her if she tried to change form on him, he then pulled out some glaze and brushed all over her body, sliding it under the scales as he made sure that no part of her was left out.

Glazed to perfection, he laid his prey down in the pan, shifting her torso onto the right side and pulling her tail up the left side to make U, with her torso as one vertical leg and her tail making up the rest. With a grin, he added a vibrating plug with a small tank of pheromones over her cunt to keep it nice and juicy as she roasted. Sprinkling spices on top of her and putting in some vegetables to cook in the runoff, he strapped her down and slid her into the oven.

Lady Change woke up to immense heat all around her. As she groggily tried to focus, she realized she was looking up at the roof of an oven. Her memories came crashing back to her, and as she tried to move she could do nothing, her limbs were gone and her tail secured. Feeling aroused and stimulated, she craned her neck to see that her captor had stuffed her with some sort of dildo. Laying back down, she stared up at the roof. He actually is going to eat me. He ate my arms legs and wings, raped me to sate his lust, and now I'm going to be roasted alive.

The thoughts sent confusing emotions through her mind, with her pride demanding revenge for this insult while the feeling of the vibrator and its pheromones brought up arousing memories of being fucked on the table. That villain defiled me, ME. He had me completely at his mercy and thrust his large, throbbing shaft deep into my cunt over and over again. He violated my person so much that I was just a quivering mess... She let out a moan, the memory and stimulation driving her near to orgasm. And he will do it again if he gets the chance. If I run into him after I resurrect, he'll beat me down, rape me, and cook me up again! At this, she felt herself go over the edge, the image of being grabbed and beaten down again causing her to orgasm with a load moan.

Going still, she realized what had just happened. That damn vibrator, it's making me cum to these thoughts. I'm onto him, I know that I'm better than some canine peasant, and when I resurrect I'll prove it. I'm going to find out how this bastard is, and I'm going to beat his strong muscular body into the ground and use that magical dick as a dildo! She thought to herself, drifting off into unconsciousness thinking of victory while a little voice mentioned how defeat wouldn't be that bad either.

A few hours later, Red Raider had changed out of his costume and was now Blake Hunter again, and he was having fun with the gear he got from the heist when the oven timer dinged. A grin on his face, he put his tools away and went to have a late-night snack (actually by this point it was probably just breakfast). Arriving in the interrogation room, he saw a couple of Herada's bodies had beaten him there, a look of hunger on the deer-anthro's faces. Another one converted to cannibalism.

Pulling the roast out of the oven, six bodies and two people sat around a table, admiring the smell of cooked dragoness as Blake pulled out the carving knives. Splitting the roast, he carved up her cunt and a tit for himself, the other going to Herada, before chopping the tail into small sections. Flipping the roast over, he carved out some of her nice toned rump, and then he dug in.

Her cunt steak was nice and juicy, even after hours in the oven. The lingering pheromones gave him an erection, and with a cheeky grin he split some of it with Herada. As soon as she took a bite, she knew what he was doing, but instead of giving the meat back she gave each of her bodies a piece. This is going to be fun Red thought at the sight of the lust burning in her eyes but first, I have a meal to finish.

Blake bit down on her tit, and although he'd enjoyed almost every tit he'd ever eaten, this one stood above most of them. It was a much deeper flavor than tits usually had, a bit less tender than usual, but that was a small price to pay for flavor, and Blake would happily pay it again. When that was gone, he found that her rump was firm and delicious, an excellent cut of meat that had absorbed the flavors of the glaze without losing the natural taste of dragon meat that he was starting to love.

Meanwhile, the meat on her tail was a thing of beauty, nice solid meat surrounding bone with little fat and plenty of flavor, he had piled a stack of tail segments nearly a foot tall on his plate, and he tore into them with gusto. The meat was firm like the rump roast, but the flavors were much deeper, the glaze penetrating more since it came in from all around instead of just one direction. With every bite, he found himself looking forward even more to his next encounter with the delicious dragon.

Finishing their meals, the two villains put away the leftovers for the future and went back to work, Blake taking her skull to make into a lamp while Herada took her claws and some bones for her magic. Together, the two of them were inspired by the delicious meals they had shared to prepare for the next time the heroine would "visit" their table.