Marinette the Huntress
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Female Adrien Adreste, Snuff, Decapitation, Leather-working, Cannibalism, Willing, Consensual-ish, Cooking, Rule 63, Complete.
 
The streets of Paris looked incredible dyed pink by the last embers of the setting sun. It was a bit late to start hunting if Marinette wanted to get something neat for tomorrow's ball, but she had Homework to do and her mother had insisted that she was not allowed to go out and start hunting until she was done. Hopefully the other huntresses hadn't picked the streets clean of all the prettiest girls already. Though, if they had, Marinette would be just as happy to go after a fellow huntress as a girl who was just looking for a strong huntress to take her as a trophy.
 
Hanging from her belt, next to her favorite trophies was the Dao that her mother used back when she was a Hunter. Her mom had given up the sport to date her dad and have her, and that was fine? But that wasn't the path for her. Marinette knew what she wanted. She'd seen the displays that came out of each year's gala; each display showing off a pair of beautiful, strong huntresses snuffed together, surrounded by the trophies they had won! That was what Marinette wanted.
 
She liked the hunt! And she definitely enjoyed catching other girls to take as trophies! And it was always fun to show off the girls she'd snuffed to other huntresses! But in the end? What Marinette really wanted? Was to go to the gala, and to court another huntress. Then, at the end of the night? They'd end up becoming a display together, put out in public so that everyone could see and admire how pretty they were and how pretty their trophies were as well!
 
Of course, there was no way Marinette could go to the Gala without being properly dressed for it!
 
Last year she'd almost made it. She'd had a complete outfit made entirely of leather from beautiful girls across Paris! She'd finished over a week in advance too! But a last minute growth spurt meant that Marinette couldn't actually wear any of it to the gala!
 
This year's outfit was all new, save for her belt, which she'd managed to salvage from last year's outfit. The leather from that particular item came from one of her favorite fights of all time, a Japanese huntress named Kagami who had gotten the drop on her and attacked her with a katana! Marinette hadn't been strong enough to handle her mom's Dao back then so she'd had to make do with her parents' chef knife. It had been a really hard fight! Kagami had the element of surprise, and longer reach too! But Marinette had managed to hold her off for at least a minute before she saw an opening! She ducked down under the sweep of Kagami's Katana and popped up inside her reach, stabbing her in the gut in the process.
 
Kagami didn't give up, but it was a lot harder to wield a katana when one of your hands was holding your guts inside you, so all Marinette had to do was hold her off until the blood loss weakened the Japanese girl enough that she admitted defeat and Marinette claimed the win.
 
That was the plan anyway, except Kagami never actually admitted defeat. They talked a bit as they fought, Marinette barely fending off the swordswoman even in her weakened state. It was just general stuff, learning each other's names and bragging about their trophies, but it was enough that Marinette knew just how luck she was that she'd managed to kill Kagami! She'd been so happy! She'd made her into not just a belt, but a set of stockings and gloves and even a set of lingerie! Of course, after her growth spurt only the belt still fit, but Marinette didn't really mind that much. She still had Kagami's extremely pretty head hanging from her Kagami-skin belt, and having a new reason to go hunting was always fun too!
 
The rest of Marinette's outfit was newer. All of it dating from this year. She'd hunted dozens of girls this year! But for the outfit she wanted to wear to the Gala every element had to be to theme. Each and every piece of clothing she was wearing tonight (and hopefully to Tomorrow's Gala as well) was taken from one of her classmates. Well, Kagami hadn't been her classmate, but there was no way she'd leave her favorite trophy behind and Kagami was not just her favorite trophy, she was also her best trophy belt by far!
 
She'd started the year with Juleka and Rose, she'd found them kissing on a street corner completely naked early in the year. The shock of seeing a pair of classmates on a hunting day right after seeing them at school the day before was enough that instead of Immediately attacking, Marinette stopped and asked if they were part of the night's games.
 
They were, of course. Marinette wouldn't have snuffed them if they hadn't wanted to be snuffed, after all! But neither girl actually wanted to hunt. They both wanted to be snuffed, of course. What girl wouldn't? Every girl wanted to be pretty and admired and there was no quicker way to both than for a huntress to take your pretty head and display it to its best effect! But Juleka and Rose wanted more than just a quick snuffing. They wanted to be snuffed together, mid kiss, by the same huntress. Marinette was giddy when they explained their plan to her and she had practically pressed their mouths together herself in her haste to snuff and turn them into crucial elements of her outfit! Now the girls heads hung from her trophy belt, Juleka on her left and Rose on her right. The outfits had taken a while to finish. Juleka's leather had pretty much all gone into making a set of calf-length lace up combat boots, and while there was plenty of Rose left over after making her legs into leather stockings, Marinette was kind of embarrassed to admit that she'd actually ruined the rest of the blonde's leather accidentally when trying out new ideas.
 
Of course, Marinette was wearing more than just Kagami, Juleka and Rose for this hunt! Though early on she had definitely run around in just those three since she hadn't had any other outfit pieces that fit... Today? She was also wearing the prizes that she'd picked up last week! A cute one-piece sleeveless blouse/skirt combination made from Sabrina Raincomprix that ended just above her mid thigh, centimeters below Marinette's own pussy, and a couple of accessories made from the Huntress that she'd had to fight to get the right to take Sabrina's pretty face; Chloe Bourgeois.
 
Marinette hadn't had the idea to attend the Gala in a dress made entirely from her classmates until after last week's fight. She'd seen Sabrina there on a street corner, completely naked and looking so intensely snuffable that Marrinette knew she had to have her, but seconds before Marinette could take her head? Another huntress arrived and ordered her to stop!
 
The huntress was Chloe Bourgeois, and she'd had the nerve to tell Marinette that Sabrina was hers and that Marinette couldn't snuff her! As if the girl hadn't been waiting on the street in full view for anyone that wanted to take her head!
 
Marinette already knew exactly what she wanted to do with Sabrina. Her freckled skin would make the perfect pattern for the perfect dress for the gala. There was no way that marinette was letting her get away.
 
“How about we fight for her?” Marinette proposed. “the winner gets Sabrina, and the loser, to do whatever they want with!”
 
Chloe immediately agreed, and though Sabrina was clearly rooting for Chloe to get the chance to take her head, she didn't mind at all when Marinette ended up beating her best friend and taking Sabrina's head for her collection.
 
Both Chloe and Sabrina's heads were now in the backpack that Marinette had gotten out of that encounter. Chloe was definitely a bitch, and Marinette hadn't wanted to add her to her outfit at first, so she'd used up most of the stuck up blonde to make a backpack to hold her favorite trophies as well as her hunting tools! Of course, when Marinette's mother found out about her plans she'd scolded her. “What if Chloe had won? Would you be happy if she didn't put your head on display and just wasted your leather?”
 
Her mom was right of course. Even though Chloe was terrible, she was still a huntress, and more than that, she'd given Marinette one of the best fights of her life! She deserved to be part of Marinette's outfit. That was why the cute Beret that Marinette wore tonight was made entirely from Chloe, as was the bracelet around her wrist! It came from Chloe's incredibly cute pussy, and it was pretty enough that Marinette had wanted to save it even before she made the decision to use Chloe in her outfit!
 
That was all she was wearing for tonight's hunt. No bra, no panties, not even gloves! Though she was still deciding if she needed a pair of that last bit for the outfit, or not. She hadn't been able to find another classmate that would work to make the missing pieces. Though, there was definitely a certain thrill to be had from going to the gala sans panties! Still, Marinette wanted some, she'd feel under-dressed without them.
 
That's why tonight? Marinette was headed to the neighborhood of Alix Kubdel. The other girl was a fellow huntress, and while they'd never crossed paths on hunting days? Marinette had talked to her best friend Alya about her plans and they both agreed that the smaller girl would make a nice set of panties for Marinette's outfit; though Alya didn't think Alix had the chest necessary for a bra. Of course, Alya wasn't a Huntress. She stayed in on hunt days, so she'd never actually worked with girl leather to know just how malleable it was.
 
The wind caressed Marinette's privates as she jogged towards Alix's neighborhood. The shorter girl was fast, but Marinette had longer reach, so she wasn't too worried about her chances of winning. And even if she lost? Her head would look just as pretty in Alix's trophy case as Alix's would look in hers! There was no shame in losing to a superior huntress after all.
 
So it was with no little surprise that when Marinette rounded the corner in front of Alix's house? The short pink haired girl wasn't there.
 
That wasn't to say that there was no girl there at all, though!
 
Standing there, naked in front of Alix's doorway was the busty creole form of Marinette's best friend, “Alya!”
 
“Marinette!” The naked girl replied. “I thought you'd never get done with that homework!”
 
Alya was waiting for her. The how wasn't too hard. Marinette had discussed her plans with her best friend at school, yesterday, and she'd texted her just before she left tonight to start hunting. The more important question was “Why?”
 
“You told me you were going hunting tonight, girl!”Alya explained, clarifying absolutely nothing at all. “You even told me where you were gonna be!”
 
“That doesn't explain why you're here naked though?” Marinette asked.
 
“Doesn't it?” Alya asked with a smile. “You told me where you were going hunting tonight, girl. And now I'm here... Naked...” Alya explained seductively.
 
Marinette blinked, not quite sure what Alya was implying.
 
“Come on girl! I want you to snuff me!” Alya declared, frustrated by Marinette's slow uptake.
 
“Oh,” Marinette nodded softly. That was reasonable, after all every girl knew she was likely to die young, being a teenager wasn't just about accepting that, it was about finding how you wanted to be snuffed. It made sense that her friend-
 
“OH!” Marinette declared as she realized what was actually happening, Her friend wanted her to SNUFF her!
 
“Now she gets it,” Alya observed wryly. Being snuffed was sexy, and while Alya didn't really want to put the effort into being a huntress herself? Being snuffed by a Huntress was even sexier than just being snuffed as an every day occurrence like for girlmeat day in the school cafeteria, or as a demonstration model for a class lesson.
 
“You said you needed a new set of underthings, right?” Alya prompted as Marinette's mind revved up trying to account for this new change in circumstances. “Would I work as a lingerie set?” Alya asked spreading her arms wide and turning herself around to show off to her best friend.
 
Alya would work as more than just that, Marinette thought to herself. Her Caribbean friend was gorgeous and Marinette had fantasized more than once about getting to work with her. She'd had this beautiful idea for an ankle length tight brown cocktail dress made from Alya's leather that she'd never really managed to get around to pitching to her. It would have been amazing! But it likely wouldn't happen now.
 
Alya would have been a great centerpiece to an outfit for the ball tomorrow! But Marinette wanted to show off as many of her trophies as possible in one super coordinated outfit. If she wore Alya as a cocktail dress, there was no way that she'd be able to wear Sabrina at the same time, and the boots she'd made from Juleka would clash pretty horribly as well.
 
Of course, that didn't mean that Marinette didn't want her! Alya was her best friend, but even if she weren't any huntress would be dying to take her! And, even if she couldn't make her into a cocktail dress, there were some things she could do with Alya...
 
“I'm a bit darker than the other girls from the class you've used already... but I can work as panties, right?” Alya asked, reaching down and playing with her pussy for emphasis.
 
Marinette nodded. “Yeah!” she agreed. Panties would be perfect! You could already picture how Alya would fit her, a pair of brown leather cheekies paired with a matching half-cup push-up bra , her nipples safely ensconced just beneath Alya's own. That would leave plenty of leather to work with, maybe for a jacket, or some other item not quite suited for tomorrow's ball, but good for later, assuming she didn't fine another huntress worth being with tomorrow of course!
 
“You sure you don't want to fight?” Marinette asked, wanting to give her friend a fighting chance to take her own head and use her body and leather and meat for her own pleasure in case she might want to.
 
“No way girl!” Alya protested. “I wanna look good! I didn't just pick you because you're my friend! You're the best designer I know! Anyone can make a girl's head look good. Once it's off her neck, it already looks ten times better than when she was walking around using it! But it takes a really special touch to make the rest of a girl just as pretty after she's snuffed. I've seen the stuff you make, girl. You can definitely do it, but there's NO WAY I can do the same for you! If you wanna get snuffed, you're gonna have to find a huntress at the ball tomorrow. I'm not even gonna try it!”
 
Marinette laughed. Alya could be so selfish sometimes! Still, it wasn't like Marinette didn't want to snuff her...
 
“Okay then, are you ready?” Marinette asked.
 
“Yeah!” Alya nodded eagerly, baring her neck in anticipation. “Make me into one of your trophies, Marinette! Take my head!”
 
Marinette leveled her Dao, baring it against Alya's outstretched neck as her friend bent over and knelt, naked in the street. It would definitely make her a bit dirty, but the street was relatively clean any dirt would be flushed away in the curing process anyway.
 
Alya's head would make an amazing addition to her collection. She couldn't wait to see her friend's smile as her head left her body and attained the beauty that they'd both always known that Alya had in her. Alya would definitely be getting a place on Marinette's belt next to Kagami, Juleka and Rose, not in her backpack with Sabrina, Chloe, and the few other girls that Marinette had taken this year cut didn't know personally.
 
“Are you gonna mount me in that stand you have next to your bed?” Alya asked as her fingers caressed her own lower lips.
 
“Nope!” Marinette replied teasingly.
 
“What!? Come on! My head's gonna be pretty enough to mount, isn't it?” Alya asked with a mixture of nervousness and indignation.
 
“Definitely,” Marinette nodded with a smile.
 
“So then you're joking? You ARE gonna mount me?” Alya asked eagerly.
 
“No way!” Marinette playfully denied.
 
“Come on, Marinette! You have to mount me!” Alya begged.
 
“Do I?” Marinette asked. “Once I take this lovely head of yours it's mine to do whatever I want with...” Marinette teased.
 
“But if you're not gonna MOUNT my head, what ARE you going to do with me?” Alya pleaded.
 
“I'm going to WEAR you, Silly!” Marinette chimed back. “You're going right on my belt where I can show you off to EVERYONE!”
 
Alya's face took on a look of pure surprised delight. It was too perfect to miss! Marinette needed to capture it forever!
 
And so, with a single swing of her dao, Marinette took Alya's head, sending it bounding into the Caribbean girl's lap, the look of delighted shock still permanently engraved on Alya's face.
 
Marinette picked up her prize to admire it. Alya was every bit as beautiful as Marinette had hoped. Cradling Alya's head so as not to drop it, she leaned in and kissed her best friend's slowly dying lips, watching as the life poured out of her eyes until Alya was nothing but her trophy, her leather, and some meat for the night's dinner.
 
With a happy noise, Marinette tied Alya's head to her belt and hefted her friend's body onto her shoulder to carry to the nearest prep area. Even though Alix got away, Marinette was more than pleased with the night's catch. She hummed a little tune to herself, practically skipping as she headed off into the night.
 
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The Safe areas were necessary, not as fun as the rest of Paris on hunt nights, but necessary since it really wasn't sporting to just attach another girl when her guard was down and she was tending to her catches. Thus, the safe areas. The one that Marinette had chosen was underneath the Eiffel tower.
 
The area beneath the large steel tower had everything a young huntress might need to dress, cook and treat her catch. It had work benches and knives and beams, and pots, and slicking irons, and even stretching racks! All of which were next to an extremely powerful fan to blow the noxious smells of the tannery away from the huntresses using the area to relax. Of course, that wasn't all the area had. Just like a girl wasn't merely her leather, the Eiffel tower safe area had a cooking and preservation facilities, including a place to properly stuff and clean the trophy heads of the girls a huntress had brought down, including a very large collection of glass eyes which were purchased by the city of Paris in an attempt to encourage youth activity since glass eyes of proper quality were fairly expensive.
 
Marinette had just finished preserving Alya's pretty head and tanning her hide and was now on the final steps of cooking her dinner. Alya's bones had been bundled up in her backpack next to Chloe and Sabrina to take home to her mom to make into her famous bonemeal for some bread. Not all of their bakery's cakes used bonemeal for the flour, of course, but it was always special when they did, and they always managed to sell out quickly. If it weren't for the fact that she lived just above the bakery and her mom and dad always saved her a bit when they made it, there would be no way for Marinette to get any of the special treats her parents made form the bones she occasionally brought home before they sold out.
 
The smell of Alya's cooking meat was lovely, and Marinette was happy for her friend that she had cooked up so nicely. She'd assumed she would, of course. Alya was a pretty young girl, and it was rare for girls their age to turn out badly unless you had a chef who was just learning how to cook girlmeat, but accidents happened, and Marinette was glad that Alya would get her chance to become a lovely meal before Marinette debuted her at the Ball.
 
The Ball...
 
Marinette looked at her friend's head. It was perfect. Just like every other girl that Marinette had ever caught, becoming a head had suited her. It brought out her inner beauty and perfection, trapping her in an eternal moment of wonder and loveliness that Marinette was elated that she got to preserve it.
 
Every girl looked better as a head. It was true! Everyone in Marinette's class agreed. Why else would girls like Alya, who had almost no interest in fashion at all, roam the streets of Paris on hunting nights? It wasn't to hunt other girls, Huntresses did that of course, but most girls weren't huntresses like Marinette. It was because every girl in Paris knew the truth. The only way to achieve perfection was to be beheaded. Being snuffed by itself was fine, and sometimes even necessary (after all, a huntress couldn't show off her prises with her equal if she didn't keep her body), but next to her head? The rest of the girl's body was just... extra. It was something that could entice other girls op hunt them; a source of materials for outfits, and for tasty meals. A girl's body wasn't anything necessary or even all that *wanted* beyond those purposes.
 
'Of course, you needed a body to *wear* clothes too,' Marinette admitted to herself thinking about the Ball.
 
Once she finished up with Alya, her outfit would be complete. Her sleeveless Sabrina shirt-skirt, her Chloe gloves and beret, her juleka boots, her Kagami belt, and Rose stockings would all be part of the outfit of course. And... Her Chloe cunt-bracelet should add a little style too! When she'd preserved Chloe's cunt, Marinette had lacquered the inner lips so that they shined like Chloe was super aroused! The lacquer had hardened the interior of the bracelet and locked it into place so it wouldn't slip off her wrist. Most Huntresses used elastic, to have their bracelet's inner lips clench against their wrists, but Marinette was confident that her design choices would look so much cuter than anyone else's! The outside was still soft, of course. There was no point in wearing another girl's cunt if it wasn't at least a little soft and cute! But there was definitely beauty to be found in the transition and contradiction between lacquered arousal and soft vulnerability.
 
What was she doing? Oh! Right! Planning her outfit! Those were all her current pieces, but with Alya? Marinette would finally be able to tie it all together. She had enough leather from Alya for a full outfit, like a catsuit, but.... the ball only came once a year, and she wanted to show off as many of her catches as possible! Wearing a catsuit underneath the rest of her prizes would be a real fashion faux pas!
 
Which meant that Alya needed to be something smaller.
 
Lingerie.
 
Marinette's outfit was lacking any underclothes, and she definitely needed some as a huntress. It was alright for girls who just wanted to be prey to walk around with their pussies and breasts hanging out invitingly! They were just advertising how lovely their parts were for any passing huntress to take notice of! But a huntress needed to show off her skills! It wasn't cute to show off your pussy like a girl who wanted to be hunted! You had to show off that you could catch a girl and change her into something pretty to cover your pussy up!
 
So... Lingerie would be the key.
 
But what type?
 
Marinette began to plan.
 
Sneaking a brief glance at Alya's smiling face, Marinette thought she had an answer.
 
Alya was super sexy! Way too sexy for pantaloons, or briefs or retro-style panties! Sometimes... less was more! Still, not too much less. G-Strings and T-Strings were tacky... and though a standard thong could be fun... someone as exotic and sexy as Alya deserved an exotic and sexy style to match!
 
A Tanga! That's what Alya would be! Sexy thin Alya-leather straps tied on on the sides to make sure she fit perfectly, and her sex could hug Marinette's own, covering it, but still showing off just how cute her catch was! A tanga was perfect for Alya! And if she was getting a set of Alya-Tanga panties, then that meant she needed a plunge bra to match!
 
Sure, Plunge bras were normally made for assets a bit less... modest than Marinette's own, but the way that Alya's skintone contrasted her own should more than make up for the difference!
 
The timer that Marinette had set for Alya went off, alerting her that it was time to eat! She quickly slid her thigh steak off the grill and onto her plate, placing it next to Alya's ovaries and the pan-fried womb and vegetables that Marinette had cooked up earlier. On the other side of the plate was Alya's fillet. It would have been a bit nicer had she not harvested Alya's leather first, but even with harvesting, the meat underneath was tender and untouched!
 
Marinette spared a glance at the two large coolers than she'd brought to the Eiffel tower when she'd reserved a spot, before she went off to hunt. They were where she'd stashed the rest of Alya's meat once she'd butchered her. She'd be bringing it home for Her mom to cook up for her for lunch tomorrow. Normally it would be dinner, but... well, with the ball coming up, Marinette wouldn't have time to both have Alya for dinner *and* go dancing! So lunch it was. Alya wouldn't mind, she loved it when Marinette told her about her adventures at the Ball each year!
 
With her dinner placed on her plate, Marinette made her way to the picnic tables that had been set up as a communal dining area. All of the seats were taken, which wasn't surprising considering that tomorrow was the Ball! This was the last chance for all the other huntresses to perfect their outfits! But there *was* one seat still available!
 
And it was...
 
Marinette's jaw dropped as she stared at the gorgeous blonde huntress sitting at the table for two with an open seat. Her heart was racing as she looked at her. Marinette started to sweat. The girl was so pretty, and her face was so perfect... She almost wanted to flee! But... there was nowhere else to go if she wanted to eat Alya before she got cold.
 
The table was her only choice.
 
“I-is anyone else sitting here?” Marinette asked nervously.
 
The girl smiled at her and Marinette's stomach was instantly filled with butterflies. She was absolutely *radiant*!
 
“Not yet,” the girl replied. “Join me?” she asked.
 
Marinette nodded, swallowing nervously as she sat down and placed her plate in front of her.
 
“My name's Adrienne, Adrienne Agreste” the absolutely stunning blonde introduced her self. “What's yours?”
 
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Marinette replied, placing her backpack full of heads next to her. She was nervous, how could she not be with a girl with such a gorgeous face in front of her. She was absolutely stunning! Even with her heard still attached!
 
“You're another huntress?” Adrienne asked, eyeing Marinette's outfit.
 
“I am,” Marinette replied. Adrienne was wearing a stunning summer dress made out of a girl whose skintone matched what Marinette assumed hers might look like if she'd lost a fight and ended up harvested by a rival huntress. Adrienne's shoes were a pair of leather Mary Janes made from a girl whose skin was so dark that they were almost black! And instead of a cunt bracelet like Marinette, Adrienne had decided to make a matching necklace and bracelet out of finger bones, each one so close in size to all the others that it was patently obvious that they *couldn't* have all come from the same exact girl. Marinette was honestly a little jealous. She didn't begrudge the bones she'd harvested from pretty girls being used for bonemeal cakes, but she couldn't help being just a little bit jealous at how pretty Adrienne's polished bone necklace was, and just how effortlessly it showed off the many, many girls she'd have to pluck to get enough bones to make it!
 
“Your necklace is super pretty!” Marinette blushed. “it must have taken *at least* twenty girls to make it!” Marinette gushed.
 
“Only ten,”Adrienne admitted, struck by the beauty of Marinette's own lovely face. “I used the second pinkie bone from both hands, so that cut it down a lot, but... I did need to pluck 15 different girls to make sure they were all about the right size?” Adrienne admitted. “I don't really have as good an eye for how a girl will look after she's harvested as some huntresses,” the blonde blushed, staring at the way Marinette's blue locks framed her cute cheeks. “And what about you! You managed to fit at *least* five different girls together completely seamlessly!”
 
“Six,” Marinette admitted, “Well, hopefully six? This outfit still needs...” her eyes widened as she cut off what she was saying as she realized what she was admitting to.
 
“Still needs what?” Adrienne asked guilelessly.
 
“Panties,” Marinette admitted with a blush as she began to settle her food together. “I just got the leather for them tonight.”
 
Marinette had planned the meal just as thoroughly as she had planned her outfit. Alya 's filet was going to be stuffed with a caviar sauce, and her thigh steak had been properly spiced in a fittingly Caribbean style before she started cooking.
 
“So you're...” Adrienne began before realizing just what Marinette had admitted to. “Wow! Most huntresses make those first! What happened?”
 
“Well, I *had* a set of panties when I started making this outfit, but I grew out of them.” Marinette confessed, picking up one of Alya's ovaries with her spoon and *gently* teasing open the opening in Alya's still steaming filet.
 
“So this isn't your first outfit?” Adrienne marveled. “That makes sense. Your clothes all look amazing! It would be really hard to believe you did all that without any practice!”
 
Marinette blushed as she slid Alya's ovary into the passage of her best friend's fillet and then *squeezed* it, bursting the ovary inside Alya's own filet and releasing her sauce in a way that Marinette *knew* was flirtatious, but... she couldn't keep herself from doing. If it had been any girl but Alya on her plate she wouldn't have done it, but... Alya was *always* telling her to go for it and to tell her crushes how she felt! Since it was Alya's filet and ovary... It felt almost *easy* to pull off!
 
“I... maybe a little practice?”Marinette admitted blushing as she fished the burst sac of the ovary out of her appetizer and off to the side, making sure to generously coat the inside walls of Alya's filet in the process. “But, what about you!? You pull off that minimalist look so effortlessly! Just two girls in your outfit aside from your jewelry!”
 
“Three,” Adrienne smirked. “*I* didn't forget to make panties.”
 
“Right...” Marinette blushed. “Three girls,” she corrected as she carved off a piece of Alya's juicy, well-sauced filet.
 
“Well, its not that I did it on purpose,” Adrienne admitted. “I'm an okay hand with making Jewelry, but... I'm not really good at making clothes. These are the only ones I didn't accidentally ruin when I tried to make them.”
 
Marinette frowned. “I'm sorry,” she consoled her fellow huntress. Ruining a girl was terrible. Everyone knew it could happen of course, Huntresses *did* need to learn how to make outfits *somehow* after all, but no girl wanted it to be her. Of course the Huntress herself wasn't spared that pain either. Every girl ruined was a memento of a hunt lost, and an opportunity to show off her hunting skills vanished. Most Huntresses learned fast.
 
Marinette had been lucky, she'd only accidentally ruined one girl before she got everything down properly.
 
Marinette wanted to cheer the gorgeous blonde across from her up, or.. at least distract her? So she slowly, and with deliberate effort, stabbed her fork into the carved off piece of Alya's cunt she had prepared and lifted it to her mouth, licking her lips enticingly before dropping the delectable morsel inside.
 
Marinette's eyes widened in ecstasy as a shiver of pleasure traveled from her tongue all the way to the rest of her. She shuddered in pleasure as the meat from Alya's juicy cunt finally graced her tastebuds. Her best friend tasted amazing!
 
“Mmm! Alya, you're wonderful!” Marinette praised her dinner. “Thank you for being so delicious for me!”
 
Marinette was lost, so enraptured by the taste of her Caribbean comrade that she didn't see the way that Adrienne's eyes widened first in understanding, then in need, until she finally opened her own eyes to stare at the blonde.
 
The sight that greeted her face was one of Adrienne, her own meal finished, looking with longing at Marinette and her plate.
 
“Oh!” Marinette cried out as she realized what was happening. “Did you want some?”
 
“I-” Adrienne blushed a bit as she realized she had been found out. “But she's your prize...” Adrienne protested, her own longing coming through clearly.
 
“My best friend actually,” Marinette agreed. “But, Alya wouldn't mind me sharing with a pretty girl like you,” Marinette blushed.
 
“If you're sure?” Adrienne offered.
 
“I am,” Marinette stated firmly, carving off a piece of Alya's succulent cuntsteak for her new friend. “Here you go!”
 
She stabbed the morsel with a fork and offered it to Adrienne, who leaned in and engulfed her fork with her full french lips before stopping suddenly, looking up at Marinette like a deer in the headlights of a car as she realized just what she was doing. Marinette's own expression mimicked Adrienne's her blush nearly nuclear, being so close to the other girl's gorgeous face.
 
They probably would have stayed frozen in place like that forever were it not for the heavenly taste of Alya's sex spurring Adrienne into action.
 
“Oh wow!” Adrienne exclaimed, after chewing and finally swallowing Marinette's gift to her. “Your friend was wonderful!”
 
“Thank you!” Marinette smiled in response. “Her mother is a cook though, so it's only natural isn't it?”
 
Adrienne nodded, perfectly understanding what Marinette meant. “My mother was harvested when I was young. I don't know what she did, but my father's a fashion designer.”
 
“My mom's a baker. But she's a huntress too. Or, she was when she was younger! This sword was hers!” Marinette explained. “She's hoping she'll get to make me into a cake, since my sisters were all caught and harvested. But I want to be a huntress too!”
 
Adrienne nodded. “I know what you mean,” She replied. “My father doesn't want me being harvested, or even hunting at all! It's so unfair...”
 
Marinette frowned. “But hunting is an important part of life for girls like us! How can he not see that?”
 
“I don't know,” Adrienne admitted sadly. “But he doesn't want to hear a single word about it, even though I'm good at it!”
 
“You are good at it!” Marinette replied. “All of your designs are really nice! Can you tell me more about the girls that you used?” she asked, curious, but also trying to distract the pretty girl in front of her from her problems.
 
Marinette's plan must have worked because Adrienne perked up immediately! “Of course I can!” the blond replied as she rummaged through her own bag for the heads that belonged with her outfit.
 
There were three heads, one was a dusky skinned girl whose hair had been braided in tight against her head. She had a serene smile on her face and her ebony skintone perfectly matched that of Adrienne's almost perfectly black shoes. The second girl was a cute french girl, Adrienne had sewed a cute beret, made of cotton instead of girl-leather, into her short blonde hair so that it fit perfectly on her head. Her skintone didn't match any of Adrienne's visible clothes, so this girl must have been the one that the Marinette's fellow Huntress had made into panties. But it was the final girl's head that made Marinette's jaw drop.
 
“Brigitte!?” She asked, staring at her older sister.
 
“You know her?” Adrienne asked.
 
“She's my sister!” Marinette replied with a smile. “She vanished on a hunt a month or so ago. I had no idea you got her!”
 
“Ah, yeah, she was a great huntress! She almost got me, but when she was going to finish the fight, her foot slipped and she fell. I managed to stab her in the throat with my foil before she recovered.”
 
“Hah!” Marinette laughed. “That's so like her!” the half-asian girl smiled. “Brigitte was always tripping over things at home! I'm glad you got her,” Marinette replied, taking stock of the dress Adrienne was wearing for the second time, now that she knew who it had come from.
 
Adrienne looked absolutely stunning, clad in Marinette's sister.
 
“You know, it's a shame we didn't meet earlier, outside the safe zone,” Marinette decided. “My skin's basically the same color as my sister, I would have looked amazing on you as a pair of matching stockings!” Marinette gushed.
 
Adrienne blushed at Marinette's proposal. “No way, I'd be way too worried about messing up! But... you're incredible at this! I'm sure I'd look amazing as whatever you made me into had we met outside the safe zone!”
 
Marinette blushed at the compliment, but she was still a bit too struck by the image of her head joining her sister's on the opposite sides of the belt of this gorgeous huntress in front of her. It would be nice, Marinette decided, to get to spend eternity with the girl across from her, and... her sister too! Marinette hastily appended to her fantasy.
 
“Are you.... GoingToTheGala?” Marinette let out in a single rushed and hurried breath.
 
“I am,” Adrienne replied. “Will I see you there?” the blonde asked hopefully.
 
“I... You will,” Marinette replied with a smile, her fork stabbing down to take another slice of Alya.
 
It hit her empty plate with a 'tink!'
 
“What?” Marinette asked as she looked down. Her plate was empty. She'd eaten all of Alya's cunt and hadn't even noticed! “Oh no!” she cried out as she realized what had happened. “I'm sorry Alya! I got so wrapped up talking I didn't even get to enjoy you!”
 
“I'm sorry,” Adrienne replied. “I shouldn't have distracted you...”
 
“Not! It's fine!” Marinete protested, not wanting to see her fellow huntress sad. “I still have her leather,” Marinette admitted. “And I got to taste her, so I know what that's like. I'm just... still hungry,” the blue-haired girl confessed.
 
Adrienne's own stomach rumbled in agreement. “I know what you mean,” she blushed. “You know... I saw a pair of Huntresses leave a few minutes ago... They have enough of a lead to be fair so... we could... hunt them together?” Adrienne offered shyly.
 
“I'd like that!” Marinette happily replied. “And... after... I can give you some tips on how to use them?”
 
“I'd like that too,” Adrienne agreed.
 
They smiled, staring into each other's eyes, neither of them wanting the night to end. Not yet, anyway.
 
With a nervous laugh, the gaze broke, and they started packing up their table. They had a pair of huntresses to catch, but that didn't excuse leaving the safe zone messy for the next huntresses that would be using it! And besides, each of them trusted each other. They could catch the other pair, even if they did have a head start, a few more minutes spent making things nice for the next Huntresses to use them wouldn't ruin their hunt.
 
It was nice, hunting with another girl at her side. Marinette had never done it before, but Adrienne was perfect for it. Inwardly, she wondered if Adrienne had practice.
 
“Have you ever hunted with another girl before?” She asked, curiously.
 
“Once,” Adrienne offered. “I went out with my friend Chloe two weeks ago, we were supposed o go out again last week, but my father took me to a fashion show of his to be a model instead. We rescheduled for tonight before she left? But she never came back. I guess another girl got her?” Adrienne replied, unworried.
 
“Chloe?” Marinette asked, scrunching her nose cutely as she thought about the name. “And... last week? Was your friend Chloe Bourgeois?” She asked, curious.
 
“You know her?” Adrienne asked as they pursued the pair of huntresses. “Do you know what happened to her? I've been hoping she got snuffed by a better Huntress, but she was such a great huntress that I'm kind of worried she's been giving me the silent treatment for blowing her off...” Adrienne confessed.
 
“Ah! I'm sorry. I took her head last week. I wanted to get her friend Sabrina, and Chloe wouldn't let me, so we fought, and I killed her, so you don't need to worry, she wasn't avoiding you, she was just dead,” Marinette nodded firmly. “She's my bracelet!” Marinette bragged, showing off the half-squishy lacquered bracelet that Marinette had made from her rival's cunt. “My hat and backpack too!” Marinette added showing off her beret and her knapsack. “Her head's in the bag, otherwise you would have seen it earlier!”
 
Adrienne smiled widely. “That's a relief. I was really worried that Chloe was upset with me! It's wonderful to know she was just dead instead! You did a really good job with her!” Adrienne praised before pausing.
 
“You know, last week she had promised me a girl that I could take down by myself... Do you think that was her friend Sabrina?” Adrienne asked.
 
“Probably?” Marinette agreed. “Wait, I see them!” She whispered, holding up a hand to stop her new friend from startling their prey. The huntresses were around the corner, under the light of the street lamp. They were pretty, though of course is never as pretty as a living-girl as she could be once her head was taken.
 
“You think we can sneak up on them?” Adrienne asked cheerfully.
 
“Definitely!” Marinette smiled back happy that she could engage in a bit of harmless fun with her new friend.
 
They crept silently up behind the girls. They were careful not to make a sound, even though the worst that could happen was only the prospect of losing their own heads. It was of course tempting to do something to give themselves away, but Marinette and Adrienne were true huntresses. They weren't the type to throw a fight. If they were going to lose their heads it would only be to a better huntress than they were!
 
Soon, when Marinette and Adrienne were just two or three steps away from their quarries, Marinette shouted “Now!” and leapt into action; Adrienne at her side.
 
The startled girls barely had time to turn around before Adrienne and Marinette were swinging their swords at the girls necks, decapitating them both in a single shared stroke and tossing their heads gracefully through the air in the process.
 
It was only then that Marinette realized that the girls they had just decapitated were almost like mirror images of her and Adrienne; a blonde and a half-Chinese girl. Marinette didn't recognize them, and neither did Adrienne, but that was fine. It wasn't like either of them knew every fellow huntress in Paris after all!
 
Marinette reached out to catch her quarry by her long blonde hair, enjoying the sight of Adrienne doing the same with her catch.
 
The girls' bodied crumpled, forgotten and discarded onto the streets of Paris. They must have been new, Marinette realized, because each girl was naked, lacking the pretty leather outfits that Marinette and Adrienne both sported! Still, the one Adrienne had killed did show some promise! She had been able to pull her own sword halfway out of its sheathe before Adrienne's own blade severed her head from its former position atop the rest of her.
 
“You really need to pay attention to your surroundings!” Marinette chided as she turned her attention back to her own catch. As nice as it was to get such a pretty head, it had to have been embarrassing for the girl to be caught in an ambush like that!
 
The girl in Marinette's hands' expression shifted from wide-eyed shock into what would be a blush if her head were still connected to her heart. She was clearly embarrassed, but as her eyes looked down to realize what had just happened, her countenance settled into contentment. And why wouldn't it? She'd finally been decapitated. And bested fair and square to boot! Life faded from her eyes leaving behind the sort of perfect trophy that every girl in Paris dreamed of becoming; her last sight was Marinette's face smiling happily down at her, pleased with her new prize.
 
“Hey,” Adrienne said with a blush, embarrassed at interrupting the moment. “I need to get going or my dad will freak,” the blonde admitted. “But... I'll see you at the gala, okay?”
 
Marinette nodded. “Of course!” The half-Asian Huntress chirped back, blushing. “See you there!”
 
They both gathered up their catches, leaving the bodies behind since they were in a rush. It wasn't like they were the important parts anyway. They had the girls' heads, and every girl would agree that her head was her best part.
 
The End (for now?).