Dan finished the last delightful scoop of Veronica's frozen brain, leaving the eyeballs for and after dinner treat. Dan was the kind of guy that liked his dessert first, then his dinner... followed by a little bit more dessert if he could manage it. He was starting on a thick slice of Muffy's medium rare cuntsteak, (there was a joke somewhere there he knew,) when he noticed a slinking figure at the other end of the table.
Hmm, he thought, another sneak thief at one of my parties the little brats never seem to learn. A quiet whisper to one of the village guards ought to sort this out, he thought.

Tricia pilfered a tiny morsel of bitchmeat from the corpse in front of her, a little bit of liver or intestines that she didn't think anybody would miss. It had been hard for her on the street since her parents had died. Her older sister had been the one procuring food, but she hadn't been back to the hovel all day, and the smells and sounds of the party had been too much for little Tricia to ignore. she'd used her small size to slip through the gates and come inside.
she looked up at the three bitches that were providing her meagre meal as she heartily tucked in, and was startled by the face she saw on the half-devoured meal.
"Muffy?" she shrieked as she recognised her elder sister. The strong girl she had been raised to adore had been reduced to a gorgeous golden suckling bitch, already half skeletonised by the glutinous party goers . A small scrap of meat fell from her open mouth.
"Nooo, I can't lose you too." knowing that even as she said that, she already had.
"I can't live without you."

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