Chapter 1 - Nami is Sushi

Once the commercial stopped, the televisions briefly faded to black before popping open with a garish plaster of color, full of flowers with happy faces, fat planes flying overhead, and fish jumping out of the sea. Slowly in front, the words “Akali’s Sashimi Festival!!” faded in, in bubbly blue letters. The title was humorously mistranslated in the test group for its American audience, and the name stuck.
 
After a short fanfare, the curtains were pulled back, revealing a large circular stage. A gleaming kitchen, with an attractive wooden floor and the most up-to-date kitchen appliances money could buy. A massive fridge, a huge stovetop which didn’t have dedicated burners, instead the entire thing got warm for even cooking and easy cleanup. There was a big wooden block with a large variety of knives inserted, though one slot was missing. There was a sink and countertop, and quite a few towels to keep clean, and even a fire extinguisher in the corner. Safety first!
 
The studio lights were painfully warm, shining down onto the set and onto a drop-dead gorgeous red-haired woman with Asian features. She stood tall on a pair of attractive black pumps with tall heels. Her legs were long and slender, with a pair of knee-socks pulled almost up to her skirt, with just an inch or two of thigh showing. Her shirt was form-fitting and clinically white, and by far the most ostentatious part of her outfit was her robe, a lose-fitting blue kimono with a wave pattern, tied at the waist and throat by white ropes. Her cheeks had a little bit of blush painted on, and her eyes were heavily done-up in mascara and eyeliner to bring out her pretty green eyes on camera. 
 
“Hello, and welcome to Akali’s Sashimi Festival!” she cried, waving to the audience, who cheered back appreciatively. Of course in reality there were a couple of huge monitors that blared the word APPLAUSE in red every time Akali did something, but their enthusiasm was still pretty good! Getting a chance to come and sit in the audience for the great League champion Akali was definitely something special. Akali clapped her hands together under her chin, her expression pure bliss, and the camera zoomed in on her flawless face as she laughed, joy in the curves of her eyes, her cheeks, and her mouth. Like most champion skins, Sashimi Akali acted a bit differently to her normal self, and for the normally demure and reserved kinkou ninja, this new showgirl personality was as outgoing as she would ever be! The camera panned out just a little, keeping her face in frame but also showing off her breasts and what cleavage she could manage with her C-cups. “I hope you’re all hungry, because today we have a ‘rare’ treat!” she leaned in, emphasizing her own pun, and the audience groaned. “You know my special, it’s right up there in the title!” she cheered, pointing up, and with a small creak, a cardboard sign declaring “AKALI’S SASHIMI FESTIVAL” teetered down from the upper stage, with two frayed ropes holding it up. 
 
Then it was time for some commercials, and when they came back, Akali was standing on the counter top with her hands on her hips. “Are you ready to… get cooking?” she yelled, then held her hand to her ear for the audience, who cheered back somewhat half-heartedly, growing bored. Suddenly Akali stamped her foot down on the blade of a knife, and sent it spiraling into the air. She closed her eyes, and it began falling, straight towards her head… her hand moved in a blur, catching it between two fingers an inch from her eye. “Oooooooo!” they cheered, giving her another clap. Since everyone was a girl, all of the cheers were quite high-pitched and some were even quite squeaky. Lulu was in the audience since everyone had told her that her baking was giving them stomach aches, and maybe she could pick up some pointers. 
 
“So, in case you haven’t guessed, today we’re making my favorite: Sushi!” she cried, holding her hands up and spinning the knife gleefully. “This traditional Japanese dish can be prepared with fresh or saltwater fish, but it does require some unique ingredients! Riven, show our guests what they’ll need.”
 
The audience clapped dutifully as there was another short musical fanfare, and Riven trotted out from stage right, dressed in her bunny suit; it seemed even tighter than normal, and it gripped her F-cup breasts with an iron hold. She was pushing a steel dessert trolley, loaded with a few dozen ingredients. “Isn’t she great, folks?” Akali gestured to the jiggling, sweaty bunny. “If I could, I’d eat you right up, Riven!” 
 
Riven waved to the audience, but she didn’t have a mic, so she just turned and wiggled her bunny-tail at them. Everyone went crazy, and it took a while to calm down again. Then, there were some more commercials.
 
“Fresh fish!” winked Akali, lifting up the dome off a silver serving-plate. But there was nothing underneath, and she giggled and put her finger to her lips. “Shhh! Don’t tell the ocean… it’s so fresh, the ocean hasn’t missed it yet. Please welcome our special guest and newest ‘volunteer,’ Koi Nami!’
 
From stage left, Fiora came on, wearing a slutty French-maid costume, all black with white highlights. She had a frilly skirt, and was showing off an awful lot of cleavage as it gripped her bosom. She had on her usual frown, and stared at the audience derisively as she grunted and tugged on a rope. There was the sound of rolling wheels across the wooden floor, and then the curtains parted and out came a big square fish tank with Nami inside. Her red scales glimmered, especially her long hair, but her blue armor had been completely removed, leaving her just a naked fish, shivering in fear. Her breasts were white, with pink areolae, not much bigger than B-cups. Who would have thought of a fish with tits anyway. “Wh-what’s going on?” she stammered, wringing her hands, as if trying to grab hold of her staff, but it simply wasn’t there. 
 
 The audience cheered again, and there was a short blasting of the catchy tune for Akali’s Sashimi Festival. Akali leaned forward and spoke clearly. “As you can see, this fish is still alive! That’s how fresh it is, folks. And I just know you’re gonna love watching me cook it…” Nami squealed, and then Akali laughed. “Just kidding! You don’t cook sushi.” Nami let out a breath, bubbles trailing upwards, and then Akali pulled her massive knife out again. “You cut it up!”
 
“Noooo!” Nami shrilled, covering her body with her hands. “Y-y-y-you can’t cut me up!”
 
Akali chuckled. “She’s so lively, isn’t she? What a lot of noise! I wonder what she’d be saying if we could understand her.”
 
Nami screamed and hammered on the glass, but she had no legs to get a grip with. She tried to push her tail against the opposite wall, but it was too slippery and she lost her traction right away. 
 
“Smell that?” said Akali, breathing in and waving her hand to her nose. “Pee-you! Fresh fish stinks, folks. You’re going to want to get storebought frozen stuff, or else cover your nose! Raw fish is one of the most pungent of all foods, so today the people in the audience will be getting even more of a nasal tease than usually, haha!” and everyone in the audience groaned.
 
There were some more commercials, and Akali herself appeared in one of them, trying to convince the audience to buy “This beautiful stainless-steel kitchen set! With twelve whisper-sharp knives, a full set of skewers, and ropes for tying down your food, there’s nothing you won’t be able to handle! Call now.”
 
When the camera went back on, Nami was trying to climb out of her little square fishbowl. Her arms were weak, and she grunted and flopped lamely against the side of the glass. Akali walked over and stood below her, staring up at the poor fish. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine!” she cooed, reaching up and caressing Nami’s cheek. Her skin was a little slimy, cold, and obviously very wet. Akali wiped her hand off on Fiora’s outfit, leaving a handprint stain on her breast, which she pretended to get mad about. While they were goofing around, Nami managed to pull her stomach onto the glass, and with a groan of effort, fell forward and flopped five feet to the floor, flailing like the fish she was. Akali kicked her in the side, wounding her quite badly. Fish have thin skin and sensitive organs, and Nami cried out in pain and clutched her waist where a bruise formed right away. “Gotta keep your food in line!” Akali cheered, and the audience agreed good-naturedly. 
 
With Nami on her back, Fiora and Riven reached down and grabbed her tail on both sides, tugging roughly. Nami screamed and reached upwards, trying to grab Akali’s leg, but her slippery hands couldn’t get any grip. She let out a weak “Nooooo…” as they dragged her away. They pulled too hard, and her tail ripped in half right down the middle, severing a nerve cluster that ran all the way from her brain, through her spine, and to the tip of her tail. She screamed and started flailing in pain as a clear liquid oozed from her injury, “Why won’t you listen? You can understand me, I speak the same language! Stop hurting me, help!” she cried, and then screamed loudly enough to hurt her throat as the two women lifted her up onto the countertop, dragging her by her tail. She fit quite snugly on there, as long as she didn’t move much, and Akali took center stage once again, with Nami still in the camera’s frame, panting hard, her chest heaving.
 
“Now make sure to properly secure your fish. Fish are like… a big bundle of muscles, and they can really turn on you if you don’t take precautions!” she said, holding up her finger educationally. “You can either restrain them through physical bindings, or psychoactive drugs… a fun favorite for a little extra ‘flavor’ after the meal! Or you could just make them hurt.” Akali turned, and walked up to Nami, whose dark blue eyes were shivering in fear. She reached out to try and take Akali’s hand, but the chef just grabbed her wrist and stabbed deeply into her hand. Nami shuddered and screamed, and it took Riven and Fiora’s combined weight to hold her down. After fifteen seconds she went limp, panting and moaning piteously. Her lower body was very flushed, even more red than usual! Akali went to the table and picked up a length of thick rope, and expertly wound the end into the eye of a gruesome-looking hook. “Now now, don’t worry,” Akali chided. “I know it looks brutal, but we’re not dealing with people here. It’s just a fish. And we use fishhooks all the time, right?” she said, beaming so widely that she closed her eyes, before grunting and swinging the hook, jabbing it deeply into Nami’s side. The fish twitched once, then arched her back and tried to flop away, but Akali swiftly wrapped the rope around her neck twice, then knotted the rope on the other side, and finally tied it to a small hook that had descended from the ceiling for just that purpose. Nami gurgled, choked slightly and painfully restrained, her hand twitching. Her blood was pink and very watery. Normally it would be red, but she couldn’t use her gills out here, so she was struggling just to get enough air through her nose. 
 
Fiora and Riven stood by, their hands proudly behind their backs, as Akali leaned in and laid her head between Nami’s breasts, reaching up and squishing them against the side of her face. She took a deep sniff of the girl’s heaving breasts. “Mmmh, smell that! That’s fresh,” she said, winking, and snapping her fingers. She cleaned off her face, then snorted and grumbled to herself, “Why did the fish have to be in water, would it have killed them to dry her off first? I can’t work under these conditions.”
 
Nami was gurgling louder, wiggling in the hammock-like bindings she found herself in. But the more she moved, the deeper that fishhook dug into her soft flesh, and she cried, her fingers curling. Well, the fingers on the hand that Akali hadn’t mutilated. “Aw, dear, it’s okay. It’ll be over soon,” Akali cooed, brushing Nami’s forehead, and the fish shuddered and screamed in her face.
 
“Let me out! Let me out! I didn’t do anything! I was kidnapped! Please, you have to help me, I’m—“ she was cut off as Akali sunk her kitchen knife up into her belly, below the skin but only cutting quite shallowly. Nami she gurgled loudly, blood spilling from her lips, and she tried to scream but just spit up blood onto her face. “Don’t worry, fish don’t even feel pain,” Akali said, waving her hand. “Remember, fish are food, not friends!” she winked, and people cheered. Then there was commercials, including one for Finding Nemo 2, which was rather tasteless considering the subject matter. Akali excused herself to the washroom before the show started up again, and she barely had time to get back, running onto stage, wiping sweat from her brow. 
 
“Haha, wow! We’ve made so much progress already,” she said, staring straight at the camera with a slightly crazed expression, waving her knife in Nami’s direction. The fish was drooling blood now, a gentle pit-pit-pit as it pooled on the white countertop and trickled into the sink drain. Her eyes were unfocused, and she twitched only occasionally.
 
“Look, I think it’s about to happen,” Akali grinned, walking right up to Nami and touching her belly. She slid her hand down, and ran her palm over Nami’s groin, at least the place where her groin would be if she had legs. Nami shivered and moaned, and when Akali pulled her hand away, Nami’s scales had parted to reveal a pair of pink, engorged lips. “Fish have a natural defence mechanism just like we do,” Akali said, urging the camera to zoom in on it. “When their brains decide they’re about to die, they’ll often cum to try and spread their seed one last time, this is particularly effective if the predator drags them back to their dwelling before killing them, sometimes they end up impregnating their predator’s eggs, usually begetting a hybrid creature that looks like the predator but will ejaculate the prey’s DNA! 
 
Nami glurgled again, eyes unfocusing as she grew weak. Riven reached out and put her finger into Nami’s blood, then stuck it in her mouth and sucked on it. It was salty… Really salty!
 
“Riven, don’t eat raw fish. Well, I mean… it’s… never mind!” she barked, stabbing her knife into the countertop. “Fiora, help me finish carving her.”
 
Fiora drew up her rapier, and its sharp tip gleamed. “Where do you want it, madam?” she said cooly, whipping the deadly metal expertly.
 
“Please stab her straight through the heart, if you would. Listen, audience! This is one of the most important parts. If her body experiences significant trauma just before death, her muscles will harden! You can avoid this by cutting out the heart first. Fiora?” she said, waving her hand to the side.
 
Nami screamed as Fiora’s deadly tip penetrated through her body, right above her left breast, and blood blossomed from the wound as Fiora retracted the blade. “Not to worry, fish are pretty good at living without oxygen for a while! But we’re definitely in the final stages now,” Akali winked. “Riven, pass me the scaler, please.”
 
Riven went to the countertop and retrieved a large metal device that looked like a huge potato peeler, then tossed it to Akali, who caught it and immediately set it against Nami’s lower tail. “This is going to de-scale your fish, which you can do before or after you puncture the heart! But it’s important to remember that it will cause them great trauma, so make it quick if you want to avoid that!” She started to slice, and Nami’s scales slid off in great waves, swirling to the ground like leaves, a huge pile of them growing in no time. But Akali was excellent with her blades, and in less than a minute, Nami was completely shaven of scales up to her lower back, leaving her twitching tail with its muscle exposed to the air, twitching weakly as it bled like a fire hose. Nami reached out, “Please,” she whimpered, and Akali took the opportunity to shear the scales off of the back of Nami’s hand and arm, before repeating the same on the other side, leaving her extraordinarily pink. “You can see, she’s visibly deflating as all her blood pours out,” Akali said. “Fish blood isn’t good for you, and we aren’t going to be cooking it out, so we have to make sure she’s as dry as fishbones before we serve her properly.” Akali bent down, sticking her butt out, her skirt flaring sluttily to the audience as she grabbed two handles on a very, very long drawer built into the countertop. She slid it backwards, and retrieved her piece de resistance, a pair of heavy kunai. “Watch this,” she smirked, and pressed them together, suddenly forming a great pair of scissors with a wicked edge. “For smaller fish, a pair of simple kitchen scissors will do the job,” she explained. “You can use a knife, but it’s not good at cutting through the spine, even though it’s a little cleaner on the meat!”


Akali jumped up on the table and stared down into Nami’s fearful blue eyes. “Goodbye cutie!” she cheered, before laying the scissors on either side of Nami’s throat and then
 
-CHUNK!-
 
Severing her head cleanly from her body with a satisfying crack as the edge carved straight through the thickest part of her spine. Nami gasped and her head rolled off the table, thwacking the ground and rolling for a few more feet before coming to a rest on her neck, staring at her body, wildly twitching.
 
“Here it comes!” Akali said cheerfully, moving down to Nami’s groin again. With surprising speed, two thick pink cocks erupted out of Nami’s hole, throbbing and twitching as her punctured heart suddenly started beating again with postmortem vigor, for the ‘sole’ purpose of engorging her cocks. They were wet and slimy and actually looked quite appetizing. Akali leaned in and grabbed them both in her hand, tilting her head to the side and staring into the camera as she deepthroated Nami’s cocks, which suddenly started to spurt thick, salty seed down her throat, Akali almost choked at the incredibly strong taste, then moaned softly and her own skirt stood up with her erection. The audience cheered happily, this was usually the best part of the show. Some of the audience fished their cocks out of their pants and started jerking off, while for a few couples in the audience, one of them leaned over and blew the other one. Instead of saying “Applause” the big televisions said “Masturbate” and quickly the scent of sex filled the entire room. Akali choked as thick, milky cream unloaded down her throat. She could feel the miniscule eggs contained in Nami’s seed, which normally wouldn’t be there, but it was another part of that emergency reaction. She stared at the camera as jizz dribbled out of her mouth, and gave it a thumbs up, burbling on cum. Finally with a loud gulp, she pulled away, and wiped her lips. Nami’s cum was ridiculously thick, and Akali took a towel to wash off her face. 
 
“Okay, okay,” she panted, swallowing again. “Now you’ve all had your fun and it’s time for me to finish too.” She lifted up her skirt, showing off eight inches of cock (A little bigger in this showgirl outfit!) while Fiora and Riven both got on their knees in front of her. Akali started to snip Nami’s body into thick chunks about six inches wide, and the circles of flesh flopped wetly to the side, stacking onto each other as she worked. Fiora made out with Akali's balls while Riven’s talented mouth milked her shaft, suckling her cockhead. Akali knew what would make her blow, and after a few minutes she finished slicing up Nami’s corpse and brushed the fin part of the off the table. Her erection was throbbing so strong, and she looked over to the side, staring right into Nami’s eyes. Nami herself was still alive, her mouth opening and closing dumbly, like a dead fish, but her eyes were crossed and all the color had drained from her face. “Ooooooh yeahhhhhh!” Akali groaned, grabbing Riven’s head and humping her, forcing Fiora to break away while Akali slapped her balls against the bunny’s chin. With that groan, she came, her cock pumping a nicely-sized load down Riven’s throat, the bunny herself closing her eyes in bliss and sucking whorishly, her bunny-suit stretched out around her own five inches of cock while Fiora gently stroked herself, not intending to get off until later when she’d take Akali’s ass.
 
“And that’s the end of the show!” Akali cheered, taking Riven and Fiora by the hand and lifting the girls up into the air, their cocks on display for the whole world to see. They took a bow, and Nami’s head twitched and flopped onto its side, dead, before the curtain closed on her life for the final time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 