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Making Korra Brunch
Tags: F/F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Cannibalism
Asami had a problem. Korra had given her such an amazing gift for her birthday, sacrificing so much just to make her happy, and now with Korra's own birthday less than a week away, Asami was completely stumped what to get her girlfriend. She wanted to give Korra a sense of what she'd given her, she wanted to show Korra what it felt like for someone to sacrifice so much just so that you can enjoy a single wonderful meal. But Korra had categorically forbidden her from cooking any part of herself; saying that she loved Asami just the way she was, with all her bits attached. It was sweet, but it left Asami in a bit of a lurch idea-wise. Not that she had planned to cook herself, but it was a possibility. The only one Asami had thought of that could convey how what Korra did for her meant to her.
With one week remaining until the big day, Asami was actually getting sort of frantic about it.
Then, without any warning, Asami saw her at a rally raise funds to help rebuild Republic City.
Asami was aware that Korra had some extremely avid fans from her pro-bending days, but she'd never really given them any thought before. Korra wasn't about to cheat on her, no matter how eager her fans were, something she knew even before her girlfriend sacrificed her ovaries and womb to make Asami breakfast, so it really didn't matter how interested in Korra her fans were. That changed when Asami noticed Yumi. Of course, she didn't know Yumi's name yet, she only knew her as the girl that looked exactly like the Korra she knew when they first met, down to the same exact outfit and a similar, if slightly lighter skin tone and lithe build. In fact, if not for the girl's large pair of black rimmed glasses, Asami might have mistaken her for a younger version of her girlfriend at first glance.
She was perfect.
Asami slipped away from her girlfriend as soon as Korra was distracted, making her way to her impersonator.
Sidling up to the girl, Asami looked her straight in the eye. “I know that now's not a great time to talk, but can you meet me tomorrow around noon at the Docks on Aang memorial island? I want to get Korra a birthday present, and I think you're the perfect person to help.”
Yumi didn't even have a chance to respond before Asami was gone, headed back up to the stage so that her girlfriend wouldn't miss her and get suspicious. The other girl didn't know what to think, but if it was to help out her idol even a little, Yumi knew she'd do it.
The next day, Yumi waited on the docks of Aang Memorial Island for the girl that she knew was Avatar Korra's current girlfriend. Yumi wasn't sure what to think about the CEO of Future industries. On one hand, she was grateful to her, Asami's relationship with Korra had given Yumi hope that her crush on the former pro-bending star wasn't completely fruitless. On the other hand, Asami had everything Yumi lacked; wealth, power, and one of the most incredible bodies that Korra's biggest fan had ever seen, not to mention Korra's complete and utterly devoted love. Part of Yumi wondered what Asami Sato could possibly need her for? Sure, she was Korra's biggest fan. But surely someone who was dating Korra would have a good idea what the Avatar might want for their birthday?
Unless... maybe she was the gift? Yumi was well aware that she looked a lot like Korra, she went to some effort to maximize the resemblance. Maybe Korra had a twin fetish? Maybe the reason that Asami had picked her was so that they could have a torrid threesome together? Yumi's heart raced as she imagined it, her tongue delving into her idol's wet pussy, Korra screaming her name in pleasure... Maybe Korra would even like Yumi's body more than her old girlfriend's and they could be together more permanently?
In her daydreaming, Yumi completely missed Asami's arrival.
“Hey, I'm glad you came,” Asami spoke up, startling Yumi out of her reverie. “I'm sorry, things were just so busy yesterday I didn't even get your name.”
“Yumi,” The girl replied. “And you're Asami, Korra's girlfriend.”
Asami smiled broadly, and Yumi could definitely see what the avatar saw in the rich girl.
“That's right. Sorry, I was so abrupt with you yesterday, I didn't want Korra finding out what I have planned,” Asami offered.
Yumi blinked, the other girl wasn't always like that? She had assumed that was just how Asami dealt with people who were 'below her station,' like the rich people she'd heard in radio dramas. Maybe she'd misjudged the other girl? If Avatar Korra liked her, she couldn't really be that bad, could she? Not as good for Korra as Yumi would be of course, but maybe not a bad second choice?
“You said something about needing my help finding a present for Korra's birthday?” Yumi asked, uncertainly.
“Ah, not quite,” Asami said, scratching nervously behind her ear. “I actually want you to be my present to Korra for her birthday.”
Yumi's eyes widened almost comically. “You mean, you really do want me for a threesome!?” the girl exclaimed.
“Quiet down!” Asami hushed. “That's how rumors get started! And no, I mean.... if you want one as your payment for doing this for you, I can arrange that, but that's not why I want you.” Only the fact that the giant statue of Avatar Aang was closed for renovations this week, leaving the docks nearly empty, had saved the pair from being overheard.
Asami took a deep breath, “Can you keep a secret?”
“For Korra? Of course,” Yumi declared.
Asami looked at her as if judging her integrity, but after a few seconds the raven haired girl nodded. “I want you for Korra's dinner.”
Yumi's eyes widened. “What? You mean, like... as girl-meat?” she asked, her voice heavy with uncertainty and shock. She'd heard of girl-meat before, but it wasn't something normal people ever ate. It was too expensive, like caviar, only the extremely rich or extremely famous could afford it. When put that way, it wasn't a surprise that Asami Sato, head of Future Industries, might want it.
“Exactly,” Asami nodded. “Korra gave me a very special present for my birthday, and I want to give her something just as special for hers, that's where you come in.”
Just what did Avatar Korra give her girlfriend!? A unicorn? What could be more decadent that having another girl snuffed just so you could eat her for dinner!?
“Why me?” Yumi asked, her voice trembling.
“Because you're Korra's biggest fan. You even look just like she used to,” Asami explained. “I want to give Korra full the experience of actually eating another girl. The feeling of knowing that another girl sacrificed everything just so she could enjoy her meal. And not just in general, but that someone cared about Korra enough that they sacrificed their life for her, not for anyone else, but for Korra specifically. When I saw you, I thought you might be willing to do that for her.”
Yumi didn't know what to say. Asami wanted Korra to eat her? She should say no, right? She'd die if she agreed, so she should say no. But... somehow the thought of saying yes wouldn't leave her mind. Girl-meat was rare, even among the rich. There just weren't many girls willing to let themselves be cooked or butchered. If she said yes... she might just be a once in a lifetime experience. And the way Asami had described her gift as someone willing to sacrifice everything for Korra... It sounded special, even above and beyond the idea of girl-meat by itself.
If she accepted, she'd get to meet her hero, and... Asami promised that if she wanted more than just to meet her, that could be arranged as well. It was tempting...
That idle fantasy of a threesome could come true, she could sear herself into Korra's heart forever, and all Asami was asking her to give up was... everything. That was the point wasn't it? That's what Asami wanted to give Korra? Someone willing to give up everything, just for her. It really was sort of romantic...
Yumi came to a decision. “I'll do it,” The Korra cosplayer agreed. “But, I have some conditions, first.”
Asami nodded. “Name them.”
“First, I want that threesome you promised me,” Yumi demanded.
“Done,” Asami agreed. She could easily sell that to Korra as part of her surprise. “We can do that the night before, if that's fine with you?”
Yumi nodded her agreement. “Next, I want Korra to have a picture to remember me by. A pornographic one,” Yumi clarified.
Asami raised her eyebrow, it was an odd request, but she could do it. “I don't see any problem with that. You'll have to bring it with you when you arrive for your threesome, unless you want me to take one to commemorate that?”
Yumi's eyes widened. “Can she have both?”
Asami tried not to smile too broadly. “If that's you want,” she answered somewhat indulgently.
“Then yes, lets do both,” Yumi nodded to herself.
“Anything else?” Asami asked.
“Yeah, one last thing.” Yumi paused. “I want to see Korra eat me. I know I won't live through all of it, but I want to see if she likes me or not,” Yumi added, her voice trembling a bit in uncertainty. She'd latched onto Korra because she seemed so confident, so strong. When Yumi was dressed like her, when she looked like her, she felt strong too,, but now? Now she was uncertain. She needed to know for sure, if she was going to do this... she needed Korra's validation.
“You know it'll hurt much more that way?” Asami asked, trying to make sure that was actually what Yumi wanted.
“I know. That's my last condition,” Yumi declared firmly.
“In that case, if you're sure?” Yumi nodded to Asami's implied question. “In that case, I can definitely make sure you stay alive long enough to see Korra enjoying you.”
“Then...” Yumi paused, was she really going to do this? Was she really going to let her hero's girlfriend snuff her for her meat? Yumi took a deep breath. If she wanted what Asami had promised her, this was the only way to get it, as her biggest fan, wasn't she willing to give up everything for Korra? Yumi's eyes filled with determination. “Then we have a deal.”
Asami looked over the other two occupants of the bed with a smile. Korra had thoroughly enjoyed 'her present' last night, indulging in the threesome with her biggest fan that Asami arranged for them with gusto, if not a few qualms. It had taken a remarkable amount of willpower for the ex-socialite to keep a straight face when Korra expressed her worry that it might be awkward if they see each other again, or that their threesome might leak into the news and make a scandal. Asami almost gave away the whole game when Korra tried to reassure her that she'd never leave her for this other girl who Korra didn't and couldn't love the same way that she did Asami. Asami of course dismissed all of Korra's concerns, telling her it wouldn't be a problem, and asking Korra if she trusted her.
Once Korra understood that Asami had all the details taken care of, she felt free to enjoy the birthday surprise Asami had gotten for her, even if it was more of a 'night before her birthday' surprise since her birthday was actually the following day; today, to be precise.
Asami's eyes flicked to the new addition on their dresser, a framed picture of Yumi, crouched naked on a bed wearing Korra's old hairdo with her knees apart, one hand behind her supporting her weight and the other hand spreading her soft, still virginal cunt for Korra and Asami to admire. That had been a surprise last night, that the young girl that Asami had picked out of a crowd for her resemblance to her girlfriend was a virgin wasn't something Asami had expected. Still, Korra had definitely had fun breaking her new toy in. A part of Asami was glad that she and Korra would be the only girls who would ever get to sample the bloom of Yumi's flower; it was sort of poetic that the young fan had saved herself for her idol, and now she'd be destroyed for her.
Next to the picture that Yumi had brought them was the camera filled with the records of last night's debauchery. Asami had no idea how she was going to get that developed without causing a scandal, but she had plenty of time to think of something, even if that something was learning how to develop it herself (by practicing on other sets of negatives first).
She could hear the birds chirping outside, signaling that it was time for breakfast. That meant it was time to show Korra her real gift...
“Wake up sleepyhead...” Asami urged, gently shaking her girlfriend into alertness. “You too Yumi, It's time for breakfast.”
Yumi woke up almost instantly, knowing exactly what Asami meant, Korra on the other hand, let out a string of incomprehensible nonsense followed by something that sounded a lot like the words “You do it.”
Asami held a finger to her lips as she took in Yumi's wide eyes, urging her to silence. Her girlfriend's biggest fan looked frightened, but resigned to her agreed upon fate. Yumi shot Asami a wan smile and nodded, tacitly agreeing not to spoil Korra's surprise for her.
“Come on Korra! It's your birthday! You don't want to sleep the whole day away, do you?” Asami asked resuming her gentle shaking. “I have a special surprise planned for you for breakfast.”
“Don' care... wanna sleep...” Korra said, rolling over.
Asami frowned, without Korra there to heal Yumi with water bending, she couldn't fulfill her promise to the girl she'd recruited as Korra's breakfast. Still... it was her lover's birthday, she'd have to get up eventually, and they didn't exactly have anything time-sensitive planned until the party that evening, so it wouldn't really harm anything to let her girlfriend wake up at her own pace.
“All right, you win Korra. I'll let you sleep in. Meet me and Yumi in the kitchen for breakfast when you're finally ready to get up okay?” Asami conceded.
“Mmhmm...” Came Korra's groan of agreement.
“Come on Yumi, lets head down to the kitchen to wait for her.” Asami offered. “You can leave your clothes here. You won't need them for breakfast.” She added with a mischievous grin.
Yumi nodded and followed Asami downstairs.
“So, do you want breakfast before you...?” Asami asked her girlfriend's future meal.
Yumi looked down nervously. “That's probably not a great idea,” The coffee-skinned girl replied, “And it's not like I'll be hungry for much longer, right?” She asked uncertainly. “I can take it.”
“Right,” Asami nodded. “That makes sense.” She paused, “Do you have any questions while we wait for Korra to get here?” Asami asked as she boiled some oatmeal for herself, and maybe Korra too, setting aside some salt and honey to add to her own portion when it was done.
“I... there's one question,” Yumi admitted. “I didn't want to ask it last night in case Korra got upset, but...”
“Korra's nipples?” Asami guessed remembering the way that the girl in front of her's eyes had widened when she saw them.
“And... lower... Yes,” Yumi nodded admitting to her curiosity but not wanting to say it plainly.
“You won't be the first piece of girlmeat cooked in this kitchen, Yumi,” Asami explained. “Korra found out a while back that girlmeat was my favorite food, and that I hadn't had any … basically since I met her.”
Yumi's eyes widened, her brain slowly putting the clues together.
“A few months ago, for my birthday, Korra surprised me with a very special breakfast, much like the one I'm planning to use you for,” Asami trailed off, licking her lips as she looked into the distance. “It was the most delicious meal I've ever tasted in my life.”
“What... what was it?” Yumi asked.
“It was Korra,” Asami admitted blushing. “She'd harvested her nipples, the lips of her pussy... even her ovaries and womb, just to make me a special breakfast that I'd never forget.”
Asami looked at Yumi. “You have no idea how much it meant to me, knowing that Korra gave up the possibility of having children, that she gave up her nipples and harvested part of her pussy, just to make me happy... That's why I'm snuffing you for her,” Asami smiled gently. “She banned me from giving her anything from me, but if she sees you, giving up everything, your whole life just for her breakfast, even though she doesn't love you the same way I love her, I'm hoping she gets a sense of what that breakfast meant to me.”
Yumi's heart raced as she realized how much this meant to the other girl. She wasn't just going to be a fleeting fancy of the idle rich; she was a heartfelt gift, an important part of their romantic history. She was joining her hero in becoming girl-meat, even if, unlike Korra, she wouldn't be surviving her own debut as Korra's breakfast.
“Thank you,” Yumi offered, her whole heart behind the statement. “It means a lot to me to realize... to be part of something like that.” It was actually... sort of romantic.
Asami cocked her head, “Not that I want to sound ungrateful, but... why did you agree to be Korra's breakfast?”
“I... I'm not... I'm not really sure.” Yumi admitted. “I... My whole life I've felt useless, weak. But, when I saw Korra bending in that arena... I just... I felt like if I could be like her, maybe, I could be strong, maybe... maybe I could like myself.... like I liked her.”
“You had a crush on her?” Asami asked, trying to understand.
“No. Yes? It was more than that. I wanted to... I wanted to be her as much as I wanted to be with her,” Yumi giggled slightly. “Last night meant so much to me... I guess... I'm getting to do both now, sort of?”
Yumi paused. “When you asked me to... If I wanted to... If I would do this for her, I was scared. I... I guess I still am?” Yumi asked uncertainly. “It's not that I want to die, but... When you asked me if I'd give up everything for Korra? It... I... She helped me through a dark place in my life, even if she doesn't know it. She gave me... everything I am now. I want to give it back to her.”
Yumi nodded. “The night together. The photographs. They're... important, but... secondary? I'm doing this because.... I guess it's like you said, I want to show Korra just how much she really means to me, to all her fans. Does that make sense?”
“Perfectly,” Asami agreed, her eyes sparkling with sympathy. “You know, it's still not too late to back out,” Asami admitted. “You could sign something that says you'll keep this secret, or... you could live with us as a maid, or a pet. We could even just do what Korra did, and make this breakfast non-fatal,” the ex-socialite offered.
“Thank you,” Yumi replied. “That means a lot to me, but... after hearing what Korra did for you? I couldn't do anything less. You're right, I don't mean as much to Korra as she does to you, so... I think... I think you were right. If I want this to really mean something to your girlfriend, I think you have to snuff me,” Yumi admitted.
“I can't say I'm disappointed,” Asami said, her smile bittersweet. “But, I am sort of surprised. I'm going to miss you Yumi. I'm sorry we won't have more time to get to know each other,” Asami's smile brightened, “You know, nothing says that this goodbye has to be purely a touching emotional release, right? If you want, we can do an entirely different sort of touching while we wait for Korra to come down?”
Yumi's eyes widened, surprised at Asami's offer, but not opposed to it. “That, that would be nice,” she smiled.
Asami walked behind Yumi's chair. “You know, Korra seemed to really enjoy watching me eat her... Would you like to hear what I have planned for you?” Asami asked as she reached down to massage Yumi's breasts.
“I...” Yumi wasn't certain. She could feel her privates warming up, but... did she really want to hear about how she'd be cooked and dismantled for her hero? Maybe... “Maybe just a little bit?”
Asami nodded, pinching and rolling Yumi's pinkish-brown nipples. “Well, these are getting fried. When Korra cooked hers for me, she hid her nipple-chips beneath the rest of the food. They were scrumptious, but I think that your nipples will be a bit too pretty to hide once I take them from you.”
Yumi felt her sex clenching in a potent mixture of arousal and fear as Asami explained how she'd harvest her. She could feel herself getting wet, almost wetter than she'd been last night when she was licking and sucking every little fold that had been left in her idol's peach after her own encounter with breakfast...
“Your breasts won't be going to waste either. I think I'm going to use one of them to grease the frying pan...” Asami admitted. “Maybe both of them, to let your own unique flavor come through for Korra.”
“If.... If you think that's best...” Yumi agreed, panting heavily as Asami abandoned her breasts with a final flick of her nipples and reached lower, towards the top of the naked fan's pubic mound.
“I do,” Asami assured her. “Korra made me a delicious Korra womb hash for my birthday, cutting out and shredding her womb own for me...” Asami reminisced, and Yumi could almost picture it happening. Asami's tone was practically dripping with arousal and satisfaction just from the memory of the dish. Yumi wondered what it tasted like; what her idol tasted like. Would she taste just as good?
“Korra's not a huge fan of potatoes, but I have a plan for your womb that I think she'll like just as much as I did hers, maybe even better.” Asami's eyes flicked to the still cooking oatmeal on the stove, though, standing behind Yumi, the almost mocha-colored girl obviously couldn't see it.
Yumi was tempted to reach for her own flower, but she couldn't bring herself to, she was helpless before Asami's gently domineering presence, waiting for her to acknowledge Yumi's own pleasure like she had promised.
“I'll be taking your ovaries too, Korra had hers poached, but I think I'll do something different with at least one of them,” Asami explained, tracing small circles on Yumi's skin over where she thought the little pearls were hidden. “Don't worry, Korra will be using water bending to heal you up so that you can survive that. You'll get to see what she thinks of you once she starts eating,” Asami encouraged, remembering the last of the younger girl's conditions for becoming breakfast.
“Then... If that's all what she did for you... how am I... how are you planning to snuff me?” Yumi asked, her body trembling beneath Asami's gentle ministrations.
“Well, Korra did make one more dish for me... You asked about it earlier... why her privates look the way they do?”
Yumi's heart raced as she realized just what Asami might be proposing.
“She made it into bacon,” Asami agreed. “Well, part of it anyway. It was delicious.”
“And you want to harvest mine?” Yumi asked, her voice trembling uncertainly.
Asami reached down, stroking the soaked petals of Yumi's sex. “All of it,” Asami agreed. “The taste of Korra's lower lips left me wanting more. With you? I want Korra satisfied.”
Yumi panted as Asami played her fingers across the very piece of Yumi she was planning to cook. Her breath hitched as the pale-skinned girl drew tiny moans out of her temporary toy.
“So?” Asami whispered into Yumi's ear, “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
“Yessss,” Yumi hissed out, slurring her S's as Asami's ministrations got to her.
“I'm glad,” Asami stated. “I need to take the oatmeal off the fire. Wouldn't want for it to get burned and ruin Korra's breakfast, would we?”
“No,” Yumi admitted, not sure how the oatmeal would fit in, but certain that however it was, she'd be a part of it. “No, we wouldn't,” Yumi agreed, feeling more than a bit tormented as Asami abandoned her pleasure to the seemingly mundane task.
Korra rolled out of bed naked, having not had the strength to put on her pajamas last night after her exertions. Things were a bit blurry, but she certainly felt both freshly fucked and satiated. It would come to her as she woke up. Dimly, she remembered Asami trying to wake her up earlier. Something about breakfast?
Still completely naked, Korra made her way down to the kitchen.
Idly, Korra stroked her bare breasts, feeling the smooth unbroken skin where her chocolate-brown nipples used to rest. It had been several months since Korra had sacrificed her body to feed Asami's hunger, but she still hadn't gotten completely used to how she looked now. Her nubs were gone, vanished without a trace leaving her bosom as undefined as the Avatar action figures that she'd seen being made when she'd fallen through that toy factory during one of her fights a month or two ago.
The thought of her missing nipples inevitably reminded her of her other visible sacrifice. Korra stroked her pussy, now a flat gap between her thighs differentiated by a small slit. Her thick inner labia, which used to poke out and clearly mark her privates were gone now, and a brief glance might convince an observer that Korra was equally ill-defined below as she was on top, at least until the person watching got a closer look.
Korra stumbled down the stairs, the exercise doing what Asami could not in waking her up, and by the time she got to the kitchen she was almost fully awake.
Korra blinked as she took in the sight of Asami tending the stove in her light blue puppy apron, her bare bottom on display as she carefully removed the pot that she liked to use for oatmeal from the flames. Asami never cooked naked, she was always dressed first thing in the morning, even if it was just in her 'lounging around' clothes. The other large surprise was the presence of the girl Asami had asked to join them last night, sitting at the table, equally naked, her hair done in the style Korra had had when she and Asami had first met, and her face framed by a large pair of round black glasses.
Korra wasn't sure what was going on. Why was the other girl still here? Had Asami hired her as a maid? She trusted that her girlfriend knew what she was doing, and Asami had asked her to let her handle it, but... was it normal to have your threesome partner naked in your kitchen the next morning? Naked and aroused? Korra mentally revised as she noted the other girl's rock hard nipples and the glistening sheen across her cunt.
“Ah! You're finally up!” Asami smiled turning from her work to face her. “Happy Birthday! I was sort of worried that you'd sleep the whole day away. Are you ready for breakfast?”
“Yeah,” Korra agreed blinking. “Asami, what's um... Yumi? Doing here?” Korra asked, taking a moment to remember the other girl's name.
“Oh sweetie,” Asami smiled. “She's your breakfast.”
Korra's eyes widened as she suddenly shot fully awake. “What!? And she's okay with this?”
“Of course!” Asami cheerfully replied. “Remember how I told you I'd handle everything when you asked me how I was sure that our activities last night wouldn't be causing a scandal? And how I was sure I could keep it from being awkward if you two saw each other again? This was the plan the whole time.”
“Is... is that true?” Korra asked her fan, just to make sure.
“It- it is. Asami asked me to be your breakfast for your birthday,” Yumi replied, her eyes looking down as she blushed. “The threesome last night, that was... something else.”
“You told me you didn't want any part of me becoming girl-meat just to feed you, so, I found another girl to do it for me,” Asami explained.
“I...” Korra turned to the girl Asami had picked for her breakfast, the girl that just last night had licked her to an unbelievably powerful orgasm. “You don't have to do this you know,” Korra offered. She still remembered the final kiss that she and Asami had shared that breakfast, the incredible taste of the remnants of her popped ovary lingering on her lover's lips. Using her biggest fan for this breakfast that Asami was proposing? Spirits! She wanted it! But, she couldn't ask someone else to do this for her...
“I...” Yumi looked up from the ground, staring at Korra through her own coke bottle frames. She could see that Korra wanted her, that she was holding herself back from accepting for her sake. Yumi didn't want that, she wanted Korra to enjoy her, to fully enjoy her... “I do,” Yumi replied. “I want to. I want you to eat me...” Yumi continued, and she did! Not because she wanted to be eaten, but because she wanted to make Korra, the girl who had given so much to her without even knowing it, happy. “Please?”
Korra smiled uncertainly, she wanted this, but... “You'll survive, right? I survived, so you will too right?”
Yumi shook her head, smiling softly. “No. I'm, I'm going to be snuffed. That was part of the deal. My body, everything I have. It's yours. Please... I'm happy this way, so, I hope you enjoy me.”
“If, if you're sure?” Korra asked.
“I am,” Yumi admitted, telling the truth. “But, if you want, you can heal me up until we get to the end,” Yumi suggested. “I- I'd like to be able to watch you enjoy me...” Yumi offered.
“I think, that would be the least I can do for my biggest fan,” Korra agreed, smiling as tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes.
Asami grinned. She'd hoped that Korra would accept her present, accept the idea of her snuffing her biggest fan, but that was always the biggest question behind this gift. She'd been prepared with other options just in case: letting the girl free after providing the same meal for Korra that she'd provided for Asami, for instance; but she'd hoped that her girlfriend would accept the entire gift, if only so that she could appreciate the full experience that Asami had planned for her.
“Well then,” Asami interrupted, wanting to get things started, “would you prefer me to harvest your biggest fan or, as the most experienced harvester of girl-meat here, would you like to do it yourself?”
Korra blinked, looking from her naked soon-to-be breakfast to Asami's wicked teasing grin and back again.
“I-” Korra started, sitting down. “Can I watch you do it? It's... I think it might be kind of hot, and I... want to keep my hands free,” Korra admitted blushing.
Asami smiled devilishly as Yumi blushed in turn. “Feel free to indulge yourself if you want. I'm sure Yumi won't mind, will you Yumi?”
“No!” Yumi agreed, her cheeks almost crimson at the thought. “I'd- You should- Please feel free!” She managed to stammer out.
Asami approached the table with a stained glass cutting board and a couple of utensils. “Are you ready to become breakfast?” She asked Korra's lookalike as she lifted her soft breasts onto the board one after the other.
“For Korra?” Yumi's expression was a mask of determination. “Of course.”
Korra watched as Asami pulled tightly on one of the other girl's nipples, stretching it out obscenely before chopping it off completely with a single slice of the knife. The Avatar watched entranced as the her breakfast flinched, her breast practically snapping back in place with a thin trail of blood snaking down from where her nipple used to be. Before Korra could even blink, Asami had sliced off the other one, leaving Yumi's tits to match.
Yumi whimpered gently as Asami seized her prizes, taking them to the counter next to the stove. Before Korra knew it, Asami had filled a bowl with water and brought it over to Korra's side. “If you could heal her? I know it's not necessary yet, but I have some more plans for those breasts of hers.”
Korra's eyes widened in surprise, What did Asami have planned that would require the girls breasts to be healed? Still, it wasn't actually all that much effort to heal the nipple wounds, and she'd certainly had practice, she noted sneaking a peek at her own featureless tits. With a wave of her hand Korra infused the water with healing energy and sent it towards her biggest fan's relatively small breasts, healing them completely.
“Thanks!” Asami smiled, reaching down to fondle her ingredients. “I'll come back for these later,” She assured the clearly staggered girl she'd recruited for Korra's culinary pleasure. “But first...” Asami twisted away towards the stove picking up two forks and turning back to set them on the plate in front of Yumi. “First, you have something else I want to take from you,” Asami explained, pulling Yumi's chair out from the table and tracing a line across the top of her bare pubic mound.
“Of- Of course,” Yumi agreed, her knees trembling.
Asami picked up a knife, the same knife she'd used to harvest Yumi's nipples, and slowly sliced a deep cut into the trembling girl's pelvis, right over where her pubic hair would be, if Asami hadn't told her to get rid of it before coming over. The wound leaked, and it looked like the mere existence of the cut had sapped much of Yumi's strength.
Carefully, Asami reached into the opening she'd cut in Yumi's flesh. The other girl's warmth completely enveloped her hand as she searched for Yumi's womb. Korra's fan shuddered as she felt Asami's questing fingers quest around inside her until finally, the pale-skinned girl seized hold of her goal.
Yumi gasped, unable to hold her surprise in as Asami gently tugged the center of her reproductive system out through the hole she'd sliced to get at it. The coffee-skinned girl looked down, shocked as Asami unfolded her womb for Korra to admire. It was smaller than she would have thought, barely larger than her own small fist; and her ovaries, which Asami gently tugged free were each about the size of the tip of her thumb.
“Tadah!” Asami proclaimed to Korra, gesturing to where she had lain Yumi's womb, resting gently against her skin. “What do you think, Yumi?” Asami asked the girl she was about to harvest. “Do you look good enough to eat?”
Yumi wasn't sure. Seeing them like this, her ovaries and womb looked... almost cute, but she didn't think they looked particularly appetizing. But... this wasn't for her breakfast, it was for her idol's, and Asami had asked the question clearly expecting a very specific answer.
“Scrumptious,” Yumi replied with an almost bittersweet smile.
“Excellent!” Asami replied, happy that everything seemed to be going well so far. She turned to her girlfriend's lookalike and offered her the knife. “Do you want to do the honors? Korra harvested herself for me,” Asami offered, not sure whether she was asking for Korra's sake or her own.
Yumi frowned cutely. She hadn't expected this. The idea of harvesting herself for... But... If Korra did it... Could she really do any less?
“Thank you,” Yumi agreed, taking the knife carefully from Asami's outstretched hand.
Gently, Yumi reached down and picked up one of her ovaries, tugging it up until the fallopian tube connecting it to her womb went taut, sending a needle of pain straight through her worse than any cramp she'd had before. With her prize stretched as far as it could go without tearing, Yumi gently sliced through the outstretched tube, the keen blade of the knife easily cutting through her without any resistance, freeing the treasure in her fingers with out any fanfare.
As she set one of the organs containing her reproductive future on the plate in front of her she could see Korra eyeing it with hunger; eyeing her with hunger.
Still, she had a job to finish. In a trio of brisk motions, her remaining pearl was stretched and separated from her womb and gently placed on the plate in front of her with its twin.
Yumi looked down at her womb. It was useless now. Without her ovaries to provide the eggs, she'd never have children. Not that she was going to survive long enough for that to be an issue, but... Seeing it like that, the idea struck her like an arrow. Her womb was useless now. She was useless.
Well, no. Not useless. She may not be useful as a woman, but she certainly had another use she could be put to... Yumi reached down and squeezed her womb, gasping in pain as the sensation hit her. She could be meat.
Yumi pulled her womb out as far as she could, gritting her teeth to bear the pain, then, when she could endure it no longer, she sliced her knife through the base of her womb, as close to her cervix as she could manage, carving it free with a warm squish.
Asami gently pried the generative organ from her grip as Yumi panted in shock from the pain. Yumi must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was healed, only a faint scar and the lingering dampness of the water Korra had used to heal her left behind as signs of what she'd just accomplished.
“You did wonderfully, Yumi,” Asami assured the darker-skinned girl with a smile. Yumi could see her womb, laying on the plate next to her ovaries like... like the piece of meat it had become. Idly, she wondered what Asami had planned for it.
“What- What next?” Yumi asked, panting with exertion despite being almost completely healed by Korra's waterbending. She felt... strangely empty, as if she could somehow feel her missing womb like a phantom limb.
“Next?” Asami asked. “Well, I did mention I had plans for those lovely tits of yours, didn't I?”
Yumi blinked, her eyes widening as she looked down as the smooth curves of her bosom, unblemished by any sign of the nipples that Asami had removed earlier.
“My tits?” Yumi asked, looking at Korra's girlfriend uncertainly.
“We need something to grease the pan for later, don't we?” Asami asked to reassure her. “Don't worry, I'll be quick, and Korra can heal you right up afterwards, right?”
Korra nodded, a mixture of sympathy, determination, and hunger written plainly across her face. As she stared at her idol, Yumi wasn't sure whether the hunger was sexual, or something else.
“Alright,” Yumi agreed. “Do you need me to hold them or...” she finished uncertainly.
“Just place them on the plate while I get a bigger knife, make sure you're not squishing the ovaries, okay?” Asami instructed.
Yumi nodded, not that Asami could see, having turned away to acquire the tools she needed from the kitchen counter. Gently, the brown-skinned girl pushed the pearls of her reproductive system to the far end of the plate and placed her breasts on the remaining space. She could feel her own womb squishing warmly beneath them. She hoped it wouldn't be damaged. If Asami planned to lop off her breasts here, it might get cut in the process. Or maybe... was that the other girl's plan all along? Yumi wondered just what Asami had planned for her. Whatever it was, if she was going to be eaten anyway, she hoped she turned out deliciously for Korra...
When Asami returned she was holding the longest steak knife that Yumi had ever seen. Serrated for carving through meat, it was as long as a bread knife! Capable of slicing off bloth of Yumi's prefectly smooth tits in one blow! Which... was probably the plan, Yumi realized as Asami slipped the knife underneath her breasts with the blade digging slightly into the base of her breasts.
“If you could press those lovely tits of yours down onto the plate that would be perfect,” Asami requested. “Careful though, make sure your arms aren't in the way of the knife, I don't want to hurt you.”
Yumi almost laughed at the thought. They had both planned for her to not survive this meal, it seemed a bit strange to care if she got hurt or not; but... Yumi understood why Asami said it. She didn't want to hurt her yet. There was no point in injuring her arms and causing her any unnecessary pain, this wasn't about that. When Yumi died, neither of them wanted it to be by accident, Yumi was going to die for Korra, and until then, it was best to stay as safe as possible.
Without any warning, Asami began to saw through Yumi's perfectly smooth tits, back and forth, back and forth as she carved her way through the other girl's fatty flesh. Yumi winced, gasping in surprise, but she gritted her teeth, closing her eyes to steel herself as the single, long blade sliced its way through both her breasts at the same exact time.
Korra stared, unable to look away as her girlfriend methodically debreasted her biggest fan. Korra remembered playing with those same breasts the night before, watching the way they jiggled and swayed as she pounded their owner's crotch with Asami's favorite strap-on. They were mesmerizing. And now, Asami was destroying them, just for her.
The thought sent a tingling fire through her already damp privates. Korra wondered how the other girl felt, having Asami destroy her assets like this. Was she enjoying it? Watching the long knife quickly rising through her tits? Korra hoped she was, she knew she would be in her place...
Yumi gasped as the blade sawed completely through her tits, sending them rolling onto the plate beneath them. She felt... Light. Her vision was getting hazy. Out of the corner of her eye, Yumi could see a mass of glowing water headed towards her chest, but it was.... it was hard staying awake.
The next thing Yumi knew, she could feel a cool stream of water running down her chin. Asami was holding a cup to her lips, slowly pouring water into her mouth.
“Are you okay there?” Asami asked. “You blacked out for a few seconds.”
Yumi blinked. Had she? She didn't... She looked down at the plate, seeing her perfectly smooth breasts piled next to her ovaries and nipples atop her harvested womb. She'd blacked out. Tentatively, Yumi reached for her chest where her breasts used to be. She hesitated for a second but pressed onward. Smooth skin. She looked down. Her chest was perfectly smooth. No scars, no nipples, no signs at all that the mounds on the plate had ever belonged to her. It was... amazing. Strange, but amazing.
Asami looked at her with concern, “Yumi? Are you okay?”
Yumi looked up startled. “What? Oh, yes. Sorry, I was just. I'm a bit... tired, I guess?”
Korra nodded. “That makes sense. Healing takes a lot out of you, even when you're not letting yourself be harvested.”
“Just, sit back for now,” Asami instructed. “We don't need any more from you yet.”
Yumi nodded, realizing just what that meant. If Asami was done for now, then the next thing she'd need was... Yumi looked down at her pussy. It was moist, but not anywhere near as dripping wet as it was last night during her menage a trois with Korra and Asami last night. It made sense. She wasn't doing this for her, this wasn't her fetish. She was doing this for Korra.
Asami had bustled over to the stove with her 'ingredients.' Yumi's heart raced slightly as she realized that really, that term applied to her whole body now, didn't it? The Dark skinned girl watched carefully as Korra's lover scooped out a portion of her tits with a wooden spoon, adding some of Yumi's tit fat to a variety of pots and pans, including a small dollop to the pot of oatmeal that Asami had set aside.
With her breasts partially scooped, Asami set them aside and dropped a slice of bread into their toaster before focusing on the rest of the plate. Yumi watched as Asami placed her nipples carefully into the frying pan that she'd just greased with Yumi's breast fat, and then shortly thereafter added a dash of vinegar to a small already simmering pot of water before picking up one of Yumi's freshly plucked ovaries and doing something to it that Yumi couldn't quite make out before tipping it gently into the pot.
Korra watched as her girlfriend worked, recognizing some of the recipes she herself had followed in making Asami her birthday surprise. Poached ovaries, fried nipples... and... Korra leaned in as she saw her lover pick up a pair of forks and stab them into Yumi's womb right next to each other.
Yumi's eyes widened as she took in what Korra's gorgeous girlfriend was doing to her womb. She was tearing it up, shredding it with the forks by stabbing them in and then quickly pulling them apart from each other until the only thing left of her once pristine womb was a messy pile of thin ragged strips. Korra's biggest fan watched enthralled as Asami picked up the pile of shredded Yumi womb she'd just created and casually dumped the collection of meat into the pot filled with the still piping hot oatmeal; gently stirring the meat in to that it could cook and steep the oats in Yumi's own unique flavor.
With a loud ring, the egg time that Yumi hadn't noticed Asami setting went off; causing the gorgeous ex-socialite to scoop out Yumi's now lightly poached ovary from its pot.
No sooner had Asami set the poached delicacy on the plate than the slice of bread she'd placed sprang out of the toaster, a perfect light golden-brown. Asami added it to the plate. Then, she pulled out a pair of bowls and set them on the plate as well, along with spoons before carrying the whole collection over to the table.
“Just one more second...” Asami assured her girlfriend, seeing the impatient look in Korra's eyes as she headed back to the stove and picked up the pot full of oatmeal and carried it back to the table before setting it on a cast iron trivet she'd placed on the table earlier.
“So,” Asami asked grinning mischievously, “Are you hungry yet?”
“Starving,” Korra asserted. “This all smells so delicious! What's on the menu?”
Yumi's heart skipped a beat as she hear Korra praise how she smelled. She'd been ignoring it before, but the tantalizing scent in the air... was her. She really did smell delicious, didn't she?
“Well, since Yumi wanted to watch you enjoying her before I snuffed her, this is just the first course,” Asami explained. “But... as far as first courses go it should be pretty satisfying. You remember the poached ovaries I enjoyed so much last time? Well, I poached one of Yumi's for you.”
“And the other?” Korra asked curiously.
Asami smiled and picked up the piece of toast. “You can use it as a spread for this,” she paused. “It really should bring out the flavor.”
“And in the pot?” Korra asked, still curious.
“Why don't I get that for you right now...” Asami offered, uncovering the pot.
Yumi's eyes widened as a fragrant cloud of steam wafted towards her from the oatmeal. She smelled... wonderful!
Asami grinned as she noticed Yumi's reaction. It was nice to see the other girl appreciating what her sacrifice had created, but Yumi wasn't the focus of these proceedings. Carefully, Asami scooped out a generous portion of Yumi flavored oatmeal, making sure to include plenty of the delectable-smelling meat in the process before handing the bowl off to her girlfriend. “Please, dig in. You don't want to disappoint our guest, do you?” Asami asked.
Korra dug in ravenously, eagerly devouring both the oatmeal, and her portion of Yumi's shredded womb in under a minute.
“Mmmm.... that was amazing!” Korra proclaimed, warming Yumi's heart as she realized just how much her idol was enjoying her. “Thank you so much for this, Yumi! You taste incredible!” the Avatar finished with a broad smile.
“Thank you...” Yumi offered, blushing embarrassedly as the most important woman in her world praised her ability as her breakfast. “I'm glad you enjoy it,” Yumi paused, blushing even harder, “I mean... Me...”
Korra smiled back. “Can I have seconds?” she asked, offering Asami her bowl.
“Just wait a minute. I haven't even had firsts yet,” Asami replied indulgently. “Why don't you try some of the other stuff I made for you while you wait? You don't want your toast to get cold, do you?”
Korra's eyes widened, startled. In her delight at the taste of the incredible oatmeal Yumi had flavored, she'd forgotten all about the other dishes that Asami had prepared for her breakfast. Leaving her bowl next to Asami, Korra turned her attention back to her plate, taking her girlfriend's suggestion and picking up her toast and the untouched ovary that Yumi had so graciously donated for her pleasure.
Yumi couldn't help but watch as Korra set the almost untouched pearl of her reproductive system atop her toast and then eagerly punctured it with a knife, letting Yumi's entire reproductive future ooze out onto the lightly toasted bread beneath it.
“Thank you, Yumi,” Korra said, looking up and catching her biggest fan's gaze as she bit down into her treat. “You're absolutely delicious, and I'm really glad you're letting me have you,” the Avatar finished with a smile.
Yumi's heart skipped a beat. Korra was smiling at her! She was... she was enjoying her. This... this wasn't how Yumi had imagined catching Korra's eye, but... a part of her was happy. Even though her body was being destroyed; even though Asami had stripped her of any purpose as a woman; Yumi was glad that she could make Korra happy like this.
“Mmmmm...” Korra moaned in enjoyment around her Yumi-flavored toast. The savory flavor lingered on her lips and for a moment, Korra pondered giving Yumi her other ovary so that she could realize just how incredible she tasted now as Korra's breakfast. Korra winced as she realized that she didn't want to give up the other delicacy Asami had made for her. She felt selfish, here this girl was giving up everything just so that she could enjoy her morning meal and she wasn't willing to sacrifice a treat? Korra's mind recalled the incredible taste of her own destroyed ovary on Asami's lips all those months ago. No, she wasn't giving up that treat, but maybe...
Korra practically kissed her toast, messily spreading the juice of Yumi's pearl across her eager lips. It was a struggle not to lick them clean of her delectable fan's unique flavor, but Korra managed, getting up from her seat and moving over to the practically supine form of the girl who was giving up so much for Korra as she slumped weakly in her seat.
Yumi's eyes widened as Korra bent down and kissed her, smearing both their lips with the juices of Yumi's pearl. Yumi deepened the kiss, her tongue probing Korra's own as her vision tunnels to just this moment. She could taste herself in Korra's mouth, lingering on the other girl's breath and dripping from her lips. She tasted incredible! If this was how her ovaries had turned out, Yumi knew why Asami was so adamant in recruiting her to Korra's breakfast.
Korra reached down, her fingers seeking Yumi's privates to give the other girl an extra jolt of pleasure. Yumi had to be practically soaking by now, right? Korra knew she was by the time she'd finished harvesting her own womb for Asami's enjoyment.
Yumi jumped as she felt her crush's fingers probing at the outside of her cunt. Or... since she'd already given it away when she agreed to this, did that make it Korra's cunt now instead? Yumi shivered as the other girl's fingers played across her lower lips before probing their way inside her final treasure.
Korra broke the kiss. “You're not wet?” she asked confused.
Yumi cringed, embarrassed. “I'm sorry.”
“No,” Korra reassured her. “Don't be. Are you... not enjoying this?” Korra asked, clearly hoping the answer was no, that she really was enjoying giving herself to her crush this way.
“No, I'm... I'm sorry,” Yumi admitted. “But this isn't for me. I got what I wanted last night, today is for you, Korra.”