Bearly Servicable


Written by Septia.


-Ghlmmn- -Huuurrrllalap- 
	A belch rung out that invited the damp restaurant's air to dance. The rumbling eruption enough of a distraction for Anashi to pry her eyes off of her phone. Eyes drawn to the corner booth of the Moon Meal restaurant, where the late autumn darkness outside contrasted the silken white bear sea, taking up half the booth with towers of meal cartons, and the other half with herself.
	“Geeze," the bunny huffed while pinching at her Moon Meal employee's apron, “she can eat...” 
	“You's whoa-whoa,” Alice stumbled forth, carrying a tray of stacked discarded containers from the bear's direction, “you'd have quite the appetite if you were such a big bear, too though, right?” 
	“Mmm...” Anashi mouthed, showing no interest in her fellow employee's pain, or workload. 


-Haamfpb- -Splrrsth- A gush of meat juice flared from the pale bear's maw, chomping down on a diamond shaped burger as she made her way to the front counter, where a well dressed clam managed the register, as well as going over their financial records. 
	"Excuse me.” 
	The clam peeked up and fumbled the papers away. “Ah. Yo-mmmm enjoying our scrumptious moon meals? ‘T, seems you have a bit to go through. Still,” they gestured to the full table. 
	“You, do offer catering, right?” The bear inquired. 
	“We....” 
	“I simply had to try you out, few places handle deliverys for a gal of my, mm, generous nutritional requirements.” 
	“Aah, yeah-...” the clam mumbled. 
	“All goes well, and you will see this place become my island oasis in this stingy fast food jungle,” she continued, rummaging around in her bag and bringing up an actual wad of cash to unload over the bench. “Of curse such services require compensation, I will need one, mm, or a few pairs of healthy legs to ferry my order home.” 
	The manager's eyes swung like a pendulum between the 'compensation' and the customer. “Anashi, Alice,” they called out. 
	The two employers peered up, sharing a clueless expression. 


~ 1 ~


”And, voila, our destination,” the bear said as she swung open her door, the 'ample-bodied' ursine skipping forth on light paws towards the side, whilst the slender employees lubered in with food stacked up to their shoulders. 
	“This way, we can drop it off right at the bedroom.” 
	“Ahm, are you really sure about that, aahh... miss...?” 
	“Lurnea,” the bear said with a smile, “and yes, I’m all positive.” 
	Alice nodded and huffed, turning to Anashi by her side. “this doesn't seem proper, or is it just me?” 
	“We're not at work right now.” 
	“You know, point taken.” 
	Alice begun to transfer the boxes to a chair in the bedroom, when she heard a -Rhhhhspt- crack of a zipper. the two of them dropped their cargo as they saw Lurnea dropping her pants, revealing a heavy rod of vascular meat twitching into size before them. 
	“My, you girls made a mess,” she said and slipped back onto the bed, “fret not, I could use a pair of feeders to lend me mm, a helping hand.” she gestured towards a cabinet. “Better strip out of those garbs, I am lacking a washer, should things get... sticky.” 
	Anashi turned to Alice. “And you wanted to get back to work.” 


-Sqsznh- Sqnnzh- bed springs reached a rhythmic choir; greasy wrappers and underwear were slung down around the bed as the petals off a flower in wilt; the bedroom filling with a shared song of pleasure. Lurnea bounced the bunny in reverberate bobs down onto her lap, reclined on a pile of pillows as Alice had her hands filled with massaging the client's chest and stuffing the gluttonous gob full of greasy packages of trashy moon meals. She dumped whole bags of fries down Lurnea's gape to see them combine into pureé. 
	“Amfms, fmamfs, phaa. Oh c-can't mfm, believe this is work,” Anashi exclaimed, leaning in to stuff her face in between Alice's cheeks, where the pucker gaped with tethers of thick pre from her own ride on the bear train. 
	“Ammfs, mfms, guess this is what they fms, mean by unseen benefits,” she squealed out and shovelled a whole — still wrapped — combo meal up to Lurnea's face, which sank in the drain of a mouth and swelled out her cheeks as she chewed with the munch of a malfunctioning cement mixer. 
	“Mmfs amwmgh mgam. Mfm, oh aah, yes, mfms, gather mmup, you two armmf, due for a handsome, mm tip.” The bear huffed, stroking her shaft as she retracted it from Anashi's roomy snatch, letting the two of them bundle up on the bed as she straddled her rabid cock. 
	“mmf mfms...fms. Mmpahhaa-urhhraaaalp-.” Lurnea's growl of relaease warped into a lard reeking belch rippling through the air, her shaft bouncing and nursing engorging lumps that rose up from its base. -Spllglrrsgth- She unloaded with a guttural discharge of bleached slime, a webbing of spunk droves sloughing through the air in a weighted arc, colliding into a sheet of thumb high spunk over the eager helpers. Ripples through the mast translated to ropes of bubbling nut butter smearing them from head to lap, tendrils of slime connecting between the pale slime and webbing them together as the sultry goo enveloped them. 
	“Poso hoa mfm. Should you fail your current occupation, you dames make, fm, excellent cum rags,” Lurnea huffed, impressed the two had soaked up the load, with minimal spill onto the bed. 
	“I would't mind a change in employment~.” Alice responded, getting a mouthful of cum in the process. They shared a giggle. 


”Phew... that sure that is all?” Alice wondered, wiped as clean as she could be with the order's napkins. 
	The bear nodded, relaxing in bed with a doming abdomen and a spent shaft - stomach filled, balls emptied. 
	“We'll be going then, hope to see you soon agai-.” 
	“Door's locked.” Anashi said. 
	Lurnea frowned. “Odd, I did lock it after we went in, pricavy and all, though I swear I put the key on one of the treys...” 
	Alice and Anashi looked over the battlefield of wrappers and  cartons, though; all licked clean, trays spotless. 
	Lurnea hiccuped, her abdomen warping and sloshing from the contraction, wobbling to and through like a stack of gelatine. 
	“It would appear I, require your assistance for, just a tiny while longer.” 


~ 2 ~


“This seems excessive?” Anashi said as she sat on the mountain of a gut, feeling the fur fuzz up at her tush, with Lurnea's maw wide agape ahead of her. 
	“Aaah, come on now, you know you'd be a much easier fit than me and my thick thighs,” Alice exclaimed, then covered her mouth instinctively, flushed blooming at her cheek. 
	“The lil’... hmm, wide lady is not wrong,” Lurnea added. 
	Anashi sighed and leaned in, holding onto Lurnea's fangs for support as she fed her head through, ears folding at the roof of Lurnea's maw, the fur matting and tickling the sensitive muscle. 
	“Mfms, mfmah,” Lurnea chuckled, her head arching back from the tickling, hauling up Anashi with it.- Shltlpsths- the bunny's shoulders slotting in past the edges of the ursine's maw, head passing the uvula and caught in the clasping trenches of the throat. As Lurnea calmed down and eased the bunny in, Alice could see her co-worker's head swelling out the furred neck. She quivered, nibbling at her lower lip, rubbing over the fuzzy, engorged hill. 
	Refocused on the task at hand, paws supporting Anashi's rear as the girl folded down her throat. Breasts passed the carnivore's molars and her gullet engorging to accommodate them, a gentle crinkling of fur matting and sticking to undulating flesh -Chhrslth- -Chrsltsh- weaving its way out through the layers of skin and meaty insulation. Lurnea's gullet rose and sank around the high points of Anashi's body, feeding the full grown rabbit through the slick tube, -chhlgltsh- engorging her stomach as she made her way deeper into the depths of Lurnea's molten lard storage. -Ghrlslb- 
	“mmgmf. pha...” Alice huffed, leaning close to the gut, tracing the bulges jutting out, feeling their journey sailing along the sea of white fluff. Seeing the gluttonous beast devour someone, the b... it was.... thinking about the bunny that had stood as tall as her a moment ago, now reduced to a pair of wiggling calves and curling toes, enveloped by drooling maw.... She saw tethers of spittle smear into Anashi's legs -Shsltlsh- squealing as butter spread over polished rubber. The rhythmic clongs of the gut as it warped and bent to fit Anashi's shifting body. 
	Her eyes glazed over, breathing in through her teeth, resting her head against the gut and huffing at the picture of the soggy caverns of a gut the sounds and sensations painted in her mind. 
	-Ghllmpgth- oomph- Then... Anashi's soles slipped past the brink, toes wiggling and shifting to bulge out Lurnea's cheeks, one after the other, till the bear laid her paws over them -Sspsh- squeezing them down... -Ghlrlrpsm- they sunk, shifting down the gullet, trailing along till the bulge was devoured by the cleavage, and laid for the first time since Anashi's head made it in; flat. 
	“Ooh sky,” Lurnea exclaimed. 
	Alice peered over. 
	"Were you not holding onto her legs? How are we supposed to get her out if you were not securing her descent?" 
	Alice's fantasy cracked and shattered, her expression soon after falling in line. Forgetting to do something so crucial with the only excuse be.... being horny...
	“I... I don't... I mean.” 
	Lurnea held her gut, jostling it gently between her paws. “this is unfortunate, I doubt Anashi will make it....” she her eyes glanced over to the pile of living embarrassment, “... on her own.” 
	Alice's was overtaken by shame, confusion, doubt and astonishment. A range of emotions on Alice's face, to finally mimic Lurnea's excited beam. 


“Make sure she does ntmmfsph, slack off, then I'll fish you out rightmgsmpag oomph, as rain,” Lurnea huffed out between gulps. Alice's bountiful thighs resting over her face, gradually sloping down the maw with each swallow, compacting and drawn in by the slurp of the warped lips, and sinking into the throat. 
	Alice clutched over her chest, squeezing it tightly as the sultry moisture from the throat soaked her legs. 
	“Mmfs, po, you sure that-.” 
	-Bhhraallafptuh- A gush of gullet steam wafted up, saturating the air in the raw musk of minced meat mixed with the melange of spicy sauces that brewed in Moon Meal's waste disposal. 
	“Yuck, phew. Oh, excuse you. Uhm, did that smell, fermented to you?” 
	Lurnea moaned as she trailed her paws over Alice's broad ham, tongue lapping over the padded glutes as it siphoned down the precipice of her muzzle. 
	“Mfm, mayhaps I have stocked up the pantry mfmfs amm...a bit lately,” she admitted and pried her maw open to -Shclptsh- clamp down onto Alice's torso, lips moulding to the girl's outline as the -Ghllprsh- -ompgsh-spit soaked swallow sent her sloping through the soaked chute. 
	"Mmgsooh... thither is going to be a lot to aahgmp, s-sift through?” Alice asked, navel vanishing as Lurnea helped the girl's arms to fold in by her side, the ursine gently nodding, in the same motion arching her head to chug  -Ghrlrltk- and send her on her way. 
	Alice's muscles vibrated, her whole frame encapsulated in the cocoon of Lurnea's oesophagus, undulating walls clamping in to soak every cent of her body in drool. She'd see her own crotch swell out as a bump rolling down the neck, sinking in the crevice between the broader mountains of Lurnea's breats. 
	“Hmfmghhg. Aaa, s-so what is the sign formmf, wh-when we find it?” she asked her auburn hair piling up around the surrounding lip, as her neck sunk in. Alice tilted her head back, quivering as the mouth clutched her, rolling up to frame her face and the bundle of curled up hair. 
	“I-I c-could just tap a few times o-or try to cowpoke up into y-your...” she mumbled, eyes glazing over as the outside world's sounds tuned out. A paw loomed above, closing in to rest against her round nose. -Chrslslshhcs- the gentle push eased her down the throat, lips smearing her face as they contacted above, sealing her into a pulsating darkness. 
	-Ghlmwpwgrk- Lurnea swallowed, cheeks soon caving, sending the helpful morsel down her throat, a collection of squirming lumps wedging into her billowing abdomen, the bear savoring the sensation, humming and swaying to and fro as Alice took her place in the gut. 
	-Huruaaaflflp- She belched with her lips curling into a smirk. 
	“Mpha, aaah,” she sighed, caressing the side of her stacked, bean-bag tummy, “superb catering.” 


~ 3 ~


-Spshtlslch- Alice's legs were consumed by the bulk of heated clay, her body sinking through the throat and moulding the collected chyme to a crater around her. -Splglthch- once inside she felt the layers of gunk constricting her form, softer slop at a consistence of the fast food they'd fed Lurnea at the top, turning to a gruel like porridge consistency, then lower depths feeling her knees lodged in a solidifying hunk of dairy, and her feet jammed into a layer of fudge. 
	“Mgms. Apha. oh she a-ate us,” Alice mumbled. 
	“You too?” Anashi said, sunk down to her head right next to Alice, carvings of the slop around her showing where she'd groped around for a key, and illustrating how quickly she'd lost interest. 
	-Ghrwallslsgh- -Chhrslgsh- The stomach growled around them, walls shifting and contracting, moudling the surrounding mulch. 
	Alice shovelled around the slop with her arms, -sharltpsh- dunes of mulch piling onto her biceps as she bent down, her folded arms sifted through it like scythes through hay, sculpting the reeking sludge in her search. The air laid stained in an odour of brie baked carrots sinking into a pile of compost. 
	“Any luck?” 
	Anashi shook her head, fidgeting in the slop as the walls gurgled -Chrsltlsh- as a cloaked tumbler. 
	“Whoa. It is. So much warmer here than I'd thought.” 


”I bet it is,” Lurnea mused, brushing her paws along her distended, dipping midriff. She shuffled around pillows and blankets on the bed, turning off lights as she constructed a litte fluffy cave. Wiggling in with her upper body in the cozy cave, and pulling up a blanket to complete the experience, -Ghnnrrsgh- -Chrlslth- her gut chimed and churned. 
	“Haaawmfmfs....” she yawned, “that mmf, will tide me over the winter,” she affirmed to herself, whispering, “sweet winter, ladies, I'll make it a warm one for you, mm, see you aawawwhh.... in spring.” Their sentence muddled into a mumble. Her breathing slowing, as she drifted off.  


”Lurnea? H-hello? I don't think t-there is anything here,” Alice called out, then tapped the wall, rubbing her knuckle into the stomach. “Ooh gosh... i—it is really happening.” 
	“Hmm?” Anashi pondered. 
	“She really ate us, for real” 
	“Oh, thank gosh,” Anashi huffed and slumped back in the muck -Chsrllstsh- “that is a sure out of work.” 
	“mmfss, I hummus, aw yeah, I'd not expected I'd go out as bear dung, but I am all in now,” Alice cheered. 
	Anashi turned silent. “Right, there is that...” 
	-Ghhrlslgths- the walls contracted, mounding the two girls together, sculpting congealing fudge around them, as the walls heated and enzymes kneaded into their skin. 
	“Oooh, live a little,” Alice insisted and brought Anashi in for a kiss. In lieu of the dissolving cavern of food waste around them, Anashi tilted into the kiss, embracing Alice, as the stomach bile in turn swamped over them. -Chhrlglsths- Bhgltlsh- the mulch baking them into the core, bunkered in  belly battter of sustenance Lurnea had prepared for the winter. 
	The bear’s gut teetered, bobbing and rippling throughout the night, milling them in churns of lust... till the morsels melded in with the muck. 


~ 4 ~


 The flitter of birdsong brought in spring. In the dark bedroom a sensitive nose smelt the scents returning the world outside, and pried through the layers of pillows. Lurnea took in a long breath. 
	“Mmm, phaaa -Hurrlaaaaaep-” A gust off guttural air flushed out past her lips, the flavors of pig jerky and bunny stew still clinging to her teeth. “Good spring, ladies.” -Ghrlslsth- Her gut sloshed in response. “Oh dears, don't don't get up,” she said, heaving herself out of bed, feeling her blubber dip and jostle with newfound elasticity, “you have done your part superbly.” 


~ 5 ~


 The ground was soft and moist from the snow melting through it; Lurnea standing by a respectable lot dug up to extend her garden. “Mmfs, I slept as sound as a cloud, always a pleasure to spend the cold winter in compay,” -Chghlrlsh- her gut growled in response, “Oh I knew you'd agree.” She crouched down, panties around her thighs and bagging down with her shaft in the front. "I am sure we can join in cooperation here too, mmff, you had your snooze, time to rise andf ahmmf... shine,” Lurnea huffed, flexing her pucker as the bulk in her bowels shifted. -Chrlstshg- bubbles (roiled) through sloppy cracks within. -Ppfpprwhhhhtl- a cloud of putrid, drippling yellowed vapors filtered out her brim, soaking the air in a melange of sweat boiled meat and pepper vodka, dispersing on the spring breeze as her brim broadened. An expanse of raw colon sewage sprawling to fill the void in the bowels, moulding and sculpting through in muddy dunes mimicking waves as it approached the rippling exit hatch. -Chhrlslthchs- the bear's pucker pinched before the dung, retracting with a quiver through her spine before the pressure surpass its defenses, bulging the pit outward and peeling the skin off as rugose petals for the blooming hunk of bowel batter. -Chrlslrsh- -CHChths- The manure ground past the contorted grasp of the rim, crinkling that mimicked toads scrambling down a funnel reverberating from the bears's hind. The loaf of rump fudge stretching outwards, swelling from its blunted mandarin tip to the width of a soda can, steadily building in girth to that of an anaconda of dung prying its head out and dipping down to inspect the pit in the dirt. 
	“Mfmwa, fmmaa oh there you go, smother than butter form the co's teat, always a good start to themfms, ammf ooh oo... gaining some mfms, girth, are you? A woman has to eat if she's mfm, to rest a whole winter,” Lurnea huffed out and rubbed into her gut, knuckles sinking into the moulding grasp of gutter clay stuffed within, tracing the company worming through her neathers. “Mfs though it seems you mfms, are taking to it with more than amicable results.” 
	The ursine's white cheeks stood in contrast to the slab of coffee dark manure parting them, grown wide enough to stunt the escape into a series of squeaking thrusts -Shht- Chhts- Her brim caught up in crevices sprouting over the dung's surface, though its surface laid smooth as soft serve fudge, allowing her brim to accommodate and smooth over any cracks it lodged into, moulding down the fissures as the hunk wound its way out through her rear. -Chshllptsh- pops and crinkles melded to a puttering symphony, the loaf projected an elbow length out of her brim, sagging down to the bed at her knees. A totem pole of mangled, sculpted manure, left to stew and bake within her colon for months, going through a prolonged digestion that ensured she could make use of every speck of sustenance from her binge. Its surface melding differing slabs of filth in with a smooth gradient of umbers between them, giving the doughy loaf a uniform air whilst stretching across a spectrum of muddied auburns and umbers. -Chhrsllth- as it crawled free, with droves of a smoother sludge drooping down the sides like candle wax. The shifting gunk revealed solid chunks embedded in the filth. Segmented, cocooned in sedimentary layers of bowl silt gradually surfacing, taking on the contours of skeletal remains, scapulas, folded together, a humerus with its head jutting out a little bulb on each, speared through each side of the dung; and further up a whole rib cage, albeit mangled and bent — embedded just below the surface, grafted into the chocolate mire of Lurnea's sewage. -Spfhhhts- little gusts of flatulence slipped out along with the oozing smog rising from the smoking hot pillar, a mist of bowel baked mushroom stew with far too much pepper tickling the very air with its vitriol character. 
	“Mfms, fs. Ohh you are coming along, s swimmingly, shaping up to such a chubby, healthy batch, fmsma ooh you are both mf, so heavy,” she huffed, swaying her cheeks from side to side, the bowel latched tower stretching further with the motions, Lurnea grasping at her chest for relief. “I only Mgf, haa, meant to compliment fmms when I say unleashing this weight is so much more satisfying feeling how absolutely obese you churned out to become, fmfmrr phaha...” Lurnea moaned as the tower elongated, crawling free from the pit along with the surface mulch sagged down as fresh dough, moudling a ruffled rugose drop of dung arching down towards the dirt. -Chrs-chhrts- 
	The crinkle of cracks sprawling forth popped in the air, stretches of gellated colon fluids separated as the manure begun to segment at her brim, the cracks spreading and delving through the mulch, till the weight tore the chunk down to the ground, separating the bale with a flattered cylinder left between Lurnea's cheeks. -Chlflpslths- the manure piled up on below her, slumped and sloughed over itself in a molten bile of congealing booty batter. 
	“Fmms, ooh just like that, mms, you are shaping up mmfs, into better fudge than I had anticipated fmsa,” she admitted, palms roaming down her rear and kneading and squeezing her ham as she dispensed the deluge of billowing sludge. It had churned and molten for so long it drooled out through her bloated pucker as hot caramel. Thick bales crinkling and smearing through the twitching pit to join the crowing stack of chubby fertilizer below. 
	“Mmfs, thank you mfms, both so muchbmm, service I have gotten in a such a long while,” she huffed out, fondling her cheeks as she dispensed the prime bear bile from a binge of burgers and busty baristas.


"Mmfms, I can feel that lean chunk of rabbit gumming mfms together each mound so well, phoo mm, and you, Alile, apaa, a bit of mm, human pudge fmam, always plumps up the result something spectacular, but mf you aremf moo fmmm, something else,” she hummed to herself as she felt the thigh sized bales of thoroughly baked bowl nougat billow its way out of the reeking baking chambers, the air a toxic miasma of stenches saturating through the air with its soggy aura. -Chhrlpstsh- another chunk collided with the mire below, a crater forming in the bile and exposing cracks and fractures through the fifth, though more came from above to plaster it full and smoothen over the building fractures form its weight collapsing in on itself. A side effect of this being that more bones were pushed towards the surface, calcium structures tainted in deep ochre and splotches of blackened stomach acids. The partial dissolved skeletal remains creeping closer, kept tight in the bowels and now reunited. -Chhsl-ddlpsths- another loaf tore itself free, plummeting on the surfacing craniums — nestled right up to one another in a mockery of a kiss — -Spllghthsh- and encased them in a spiraling drove of gunk, the bale spreading down to take the skulls in another layer of brewed butt pudding. 
	“MmfshaMy dearmmf, ladies, pardon but you mfms, stink something lovely back there, is that just my depraved hind, or are youfmms adding your own flair to it,” she cooed out and rubbed down her abdomen, feeling her bowels deflate as the manure funneled through her hatch, bales and curls of oozing fudge bulking up against the walls of the dug up lot, mingling in hue and texture with the dirt soaking into it. -Pbfbrhhrhshts- a burst of fog blew out dollops of the scooped manure, unable to keep steady in the pressure from the pucker, and pinched off to droop down the length of the heap — a tower toppled over its castle. 
	“Oosh sohfo, mfmsm, I felt that one, oonder mfms, which one of you it was? Anarchy? Emile? Oh, fmmfs, whichever one you wmf, were, I always appreciate such a smm, smooth, succulent service. She moaned, massaging into her stomach as she slumped down to her knees, her brim cheeks a hand's length away from the piling bulk below, the dropping loads of gruel diving right into the heap, bloating out its sides with filth fed mud injected right into its core, letting the heap of ass wax slough forwards down the lot, contouring the ground in the clutch of its putrid, oozing clutches.  An avalanche of fermented caramel, chugging forth at a mere snail pace as Lurnea moaned. "Msms, that is it, snake your creamy, pliant selves rmm, right out my ass....” she cooed, disposing the last of her cater, the remains of her catering feast after months of savoring its brewing throughout her whole body. 


~ 6 ~


“It’s somewhere, here perhaps, come now, I know I saw you in there,” Lurnea hummed as she dug through the mud. The heap sloped own to give in the look of a mudslide, and appearing half the ursine's body weight contained in the bulging mire. -Chrslch- “There we are,” she hummed, fishing up two skulls with a claw thread through each socket, jingling them at her paw with a smile. “mmfs, you did a m number on me back there, and your mfm, company was more than appreciated, I know my bowels had oodles of fun with you.” she cooed and peered down the heap, and the convenient pit of still steaming, hot sludge. “Mm, perhaps I will too.” 
	-Shchtsopw- -Slhchtwpw- “Mfms, mpfah, omms ovmgm, this m is how you earn a mm, huge tip,” Lurnea huffed out, grappling the side of the dug lot as her hips clashed into the bulk of the sewage, her cock sinking deep into the cavern of hot clay enveloping her throbbing member. From over the fence, it merely sounded as gardening.(enthusiastic gardening. 
	“MMfmwaawmm,” she howled out in pleasure, feeling her throat reverberating in a growl as she pumped out a good liter of scream into the chocolate mousse, the pile bulging and cracks sundering open to drool out rivers (into bowls of spunk rivers, wrapping down the stacks and clumps of bundled up dung, a glistening coating to the matte, moist fertilizer. 
	“Phhaa.hoha...” Lurnea was left standing, savoring the moment, the heat around her shaft, and her prodding remnants of ache at her rear. She titled her head back, to a visage of a warm, spring morning. 


~ 7 ~


 "Of course I would not dare separate the two of you, after we spent all this time joining you together.” She said with a brush over her chest. 
	The pair of cleaned craniums resting on the shelf in her shed. A picture resting by each one, sneakily taken whilst she scarfed down her fill at Moon Meal. They joined a modest collection of bones and photos, some drawings, and a box of clothes in the corner. Glancing over each one brought back memories. The triplets, ooh how they had squirmed. Or the one boy who so willingly followed her home, even brought her chocolate. 
	“It is lovely, seeing you join the rest of my happy memories,” she cooed, and knelt down to plant a warm smooch on each of the two chunks of calcium, both still warm. Before she left. Lurnea lowered her paw towards Anashi's skull, brushing over the nubs of where her ears had been, and brought her pad down to give Alice a soft bump, just like before, only now there wasn't a nose between bone and paw. 
	-Ghhrlglslhc-- The bear brushed down her stomach, fit and snug to her torso. “Mmm, rather peckish. Suppose it has been months since my last meal,” she joked and twirled with joy in her step, “what better way to spend the day, than making more gorgeous memories.”