Offroad Hunting Offroad Part 2 Written by Septia. “Call someone.” “What? Who?” Milo called back as they darted over rocks and foliage. “Anyone, it doesn't matter, just do it,” Ulla wheezed back in a hushed shriek. “Wi-with what?” “Your phone.” “I d-dropped it.” “What?!” Ulla barked and let go, clasping over her face and spinning. “We are so dead; we are so dead.” “Ulla… Buck he… they just…” -Smmtch- He still felt the imprint of Ulla's fingers sting on his cheek. “We. Are not. Out of this. Yet. That'll be us if we don't-” She paused mid lecture. Catching Milo's hand she sprinted off, dragging him along with her down the slope in the landscape, loose gravel and dirt shifting beneath their steps. Before Milo knew it, he was spirited away under an outshoot in the cover of rootbound earth and rocks. “Ulla, we have-” “Shh.” She placed a finger to her lip, glowering daggers at him. They sat in silence, breathing restrained, motion halted. -Tddf- -tdff- Steps… distant. Then stopping. “Ynnnvooooj’JjnffoooO” {“Thought I heard 'em comin’ this way.”} “Vyyy’yynnfj’JnnfooOnnnf” {“Can you smell them?”} The tunes and flow of otherworldly vocals weaved far above. They were right there… Milo clung to Ulla. Whilst her clutch held him still, Milo focused on the ground, staring at a pebble that had lodged itself at the cusp of a root's loop. Dusty vermilion, spotted with grey, and pigments of black. Moment after moment delved into the minutiae, hoping to think of anything else. “Jjjvnn’sssIiijjYy’fnnf” {“Remember when this was supposed to be a vacation?”} -Grbbgl- A distant churn came firmly from beneath green skin. With the creak of sand trapped in a hinge, he tilted his head up, staring at Ulla. He saw her forehead budding in sweat… one bead forming, just above her eyebrow, trailing down, guided by microscopic shivers until… it dropped. It fell, plummeting to the dirt… -Plpt-. Such a tiny sound… Milo watched Ulla's pupils shrink. They couldn't have heard it, could they? “Jjnnfff’IvvvvnnnnjJjj’yyylll’gnnnYy” {“They certainly are feisty, and their flavour was adequate.”} “Fnnnvv’jjjYy’fnnnv” {“Ain't much of a glowing review.”} -Thdt- -Tdhf- -Thfd-. The footsteps receded… fading into the embrace of the woods. Ulla shook her head, Milo nodded. They remained still, just a bit longer. “Phha…” Ulla breathed out, digging through her pockets. “We can't stay here…” “They'll find us if we just hide.” “If we can't outrun them, then… There should be a phone in the lodge. If we follow the low ground it will take a while, but we'll circle them with a wide berth.” Milo's brow furrowed. “We should split:” Ulla stared. “If we force them to split up too, they will be easier to manage, we'll make less sound alone.” Ulla fished up a hairband and wrapped it back. “And if they don't split? What if they go for just one of us?” Milo's expression wavered. “I understand.” “I'll take the hillside,” Milo said. “I'll see you at the cabin.” and with that, they took their separate routes, half running, half sneaking, at least one of them would get to reach the cabin. ~ 1 ~ “Thought I heard 'em comin this way,” Raeija mumbled. “Can you smell them?” She closed her eyes. Antennae twitching, the club tips of her straight sprouts swayed back and forth… “Can't make them out through all this greenery. If no one is going to find out or believe them, why not leave before we trample some other boundary, let it sort itself out?” Cion’s countenance dropped a few degrees. “Darling, trading a certainty for a risk is far from an equivalent exchange.” Raeija scoffed. “To consider the responsibility of your consequences is to mature, something that your attitude-” “Remember when this was supposed to be a vacation?” -Gbrllrgbhrbgs- Cion's gut jostled in a churn. Raeija peered over to it. “How are they?” Cion accepted the change in subject, grasping the sides of her gut to -Shflgpghs- jostle it in a gallant bounce. “They certainly are feisty, and their flavour was adequate.” “Ain't much of a glowing review.” Raeija said as they took their leave, sauntering along with their gazes aimed outwards to survey the forest. “A meal's more than mere palette, Raeija. We'll be the only Gynegeans who have sampled Sul4's natives, how does that sound for taboo?” “Sounds like something I can't exactly go bragging 'bout.” Raeija smirked. “True enou-” -Chrhrs- -Fwwkfkst- shifts in the brushwork interrupted them. They turned towards the noise, each in a separate direction. “Could be wildlife, or a distraction.” “If it ain’t, we'll risk losing their tracks.” Cion beamed towards Raeija. “All too true. Should we not find each other after an hour, we reconvene at the ship.” “Fine by me, mom, maybe I could grab some fresh air.” ~ 2 ~ Ulla skulked down between bushes, keeping layers of trees between her and the path, and when her pace slowed, visions of bulges in a semblance of Buck's flailing body injected her with raw motivation. She couldn't think about him, just the path: just the now. And about now the grove opened, trees placed sparsely. She could make it through. She'd be practically in the open, but if she kept her pace steady, unremarkable, she would just be another shadow in the night. -Ckrkthc- A branch snapped behind her. The ground passed her in a blur as she threw herself into a sprint. That was close, too close. And they had the same ideas as her… “VnnnnjjJjj” They called for her. They saw her. They were right behind her. Run. Run, run. She ducked trough bushes, thorns were drawn through her clothes, but it was throwing her pursuer off. “Yyy’vnnnjjJj” Each time she ducked and evaded through the flora they lagged behind, pausing to garner where she went. Focus on ducking, weaving, next path, next path. Ulla lost count after fifteen, forgetting to listen for how far back the monster was, but her breath turned into a precious resource as her legs revolted. One last duck; anything, something. A rock. Toss it, cause rumbles in the bushes ahead and… drop. A rag doll beneath the jagged branches, and she just needed a moment, se just needed her breath… ~ 3 ~ Raeija huffed, her pace slowing to a saunter. The natives sure were fast. But judging by their build, they would eventually tire. She had to pace herself. It felt strange to be out hunting with her own mother. This felt more in line with something a distant cousin of hers would be dragged out for at the behest of some old timer, or the special forces at the forefront of some invasion. It was anything but befitting for Raeija's rank and status, and boy was it fun. “Phee…” she huffed, holding her knees, tiring as well. Working for her own meal ticket involved a lot more effort than she remembered. -Bbgbbrg- A light rumble stirred in her abdomen. She traced a finger up to her navel, rubbing and stirring in circles against the fabric. “Could ya wait, I'm in the middle of something.” -Chhrgglls- Her stomach coiled with a moist growl. A shiver trailed down her back, Raeija cupping her gut with both hands, plying at the mists displaced by digestion that dug through her. She bit her lower lip, inhaling a breath through her teeth. It felt like a good one… “Easier to give chase when I'm not distracted by my own ass,” she admitted, forcing a gap in her suit above her hind and peeling the weave down her cheeks. She scoured her surroundings, feeling silly for it. She was on a quarantine world, who would care. -Gbbrggs- She nibbled her lip, allowing herself some indulgence, as she nursed the rousing fumes through towards her rear and… -Ppbbrwrwwoooooorrrpth- A cascade of wind erupted through fluttering cheeks, a cone of trumpeting fog surging from her hind in a wave of toasty spices and marinated jerky. “Mfmpha…” Raeija let out a long sigh as her rear expelled the billowing torrent, flushing through the leaves in the bush to her back, flickering the leaves like static in the fumes. A ripple of enjoyment staggering the gynegean’s antennae. Her fume exchange forming a concavity in its branches through and vines under the air pressure flooding forth, tearing foliage off to fly and swirl on the hot air… “Phfha oshs pshaha…” and causing… someone to cough. Raeija's satisfied countenance shattered. Snapping her head around, she watched one of the natives smoked out of their hiding spot. “Oh-oh wow, did I just flush out a jerk? Gonna be honest, thought you’d managed to get a lot farther than this, honestly disappointed. Let, let’s just get this over with.” “Arkta, krettox i-iv seku gro, seku grod, qex tvo. U-Unk rek zyg holp.” {“OOurpffs the hell was that? G-go away, d-don’t come any c-loser. Y-you stalk of walking broccoli.”} Raeija wouldn't need a translator to guess the native's body language. She waded through the brush as they were still getting on their feet, grabbing a limb and hoisting them off balance. They were… heavier than expected, but not enough to be a bother. Their flailing was commendable. Taking a deep breath; Raeija parted her lips, covering them over the caught extremity, wrapping her lips over the leg, to seal the native's fate. She stayed low to the ground, limiting the native girl's movements, grabbing hold of their waist and trawling them closer. -Gllrbgglhslmop- One swallow drew the foot down her throat, siphoning the wriggling lump of the girl from her cheeks to the taut dome of a neck. “Tintik rekja jae je to drit u erks erkas ivo velt.” {“Please, no no no, drop me now, this can’t- I won’t- get your filthy hands off me.”} The noises she made grew, further, incoherent… Her mother had been right, the flavour was, unremarkable. The pants’ legs folded up over her lips, like an accordion, until her lips passed a layer of fabric, and clutched onto plush, plump meat… “Mmfwmrm…” she mumbled. A distinct sprinkle of flavour was suppressing the scuffs and dirt of the wild meat, enhancing it with a breeze of saline brine. “Mmfs ooh yeah, that’s better…” she mumbled before -Gllmhmsp- a second gulp hauled the girl up, lips cresting over their knee, reaching to grab a hold of their other leg. “Itak erks. Trev xen Tintika qer qer.” {“Stop, don't, please let me go. Let me go,”} Ulla wailed. She flailed her leg as it descended past though pursed, turquoise lips, her head still rattled in the smelling salt of exhaust… Grasping along the ground, tugging after branches, roots, a rock? Grass? Anything, to halt the advance of the lips and the weighing pressure of the throat stunning her leg. “I won't say anything, I=I'm just high. There is no sane person who would believe me, just let me…” then… she saw something. The antenna… the pair of golfclub sprouts that rattled at the from the alien's forehead. They looked… sensitive. “I said let me go,” she shouted and barrelled towards them, fingers knitting taut around their exposed periphery. The effect was immediate. -HRlglrhg- The alien choked, her eyes snapping open. Ulla gritted her teeth, and pulled. -Fbhrpahaaurghsh-. In a heave of strain and ache the monster coughed up her leg, hands clasping to their forehead, reaching towards her grasp, as just her shoe lingered in the maw. -Ckktch- Ulla kicked. Her free leg slamming into their face, -Flsplths- her foot dislodging from the boot. She was free. There was no time to think. Ulla hadn't even picked a direction before she ran, limping into a sprint and disappearing in the vegetation. -Sppllrthehc- Raeija spat out the shoe. She stroked along her antennae, staring out into the forest. She gritted her teeth. “CccjjJyYnn.” ~ 4 ~ The cabin stunk of must and worm-eaten wood, but it promised safety; several floors of safety. A shield from the forest and all that lurked within, but… inside, the silence deafened. The characteristics hum of the forest muted. The darkness, was choking. Milo heard his own breath echo between his ears. “Why aren't you here?” he asked Ulla's absence… at which point should he just assume the worst, and head for the highway, see how far he'd get? But if she was still on her way, then… -Crrrrnnc- The creak of old-tree hinges, careful, precise in the smooth swing of an opened door. Relief pried off the shackles of distress. -Ghhrbrbggllsppsthsa- In the cabin's silence, the churns were so clear the gurgling gut could have been right next to his head. “Yyynnnvv’llllyY’Yyynnnv’lLllzzzZziiIi’ssssjJll” {“If you are planning to retaliate in the hopes of saving your friend, I can assure you they,” -Bhghuraarlrsp-, “have sorely little fight left in them.”} Milo caught his breath in his throat and shuffled along the floor, letting himself into a room, into the closet, timing the noise of the doors to the gurgles from the floor below. “TttyyyYyjjj’sssiiiJjjjl’ttTtyyyj’yYyyvvn’vnnnng” {“Should this be insufficient to convince you, dear, then I shall gladly let you see the state they are in. It would ease the interaction of this whole infraction.”} -Ghbrbrgglgls- -Fhhbhghsa- The gurgles grew closer. Milo quivered, biting on his knuckle to keep his teeth from clattering. Each step… closing in. “VyynnnfFfffnii’iiIin’Hhhyy’llnnnf’hHhyy” {“Should it be any solace, I am, sincerely, sorry for our transgression. Were there a… Hmm, cleaner, method to deal with this, rest assured I would employ it.”} -Crrrrnrs- The creak of the door, the weight of each step -tthd- -Bgghsa- and the full subsequent bob of the gut… “HhnnvvVvvyyy’yYnnn’zzzzvn’Jjjjlllnz” {“The blame is on me. Understand, darling? You were just at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Accept your role as food, for both our sakes.”} The steps ceased. “Ynnvv’hvvvvvjJjnnnd’yyyllLlly’vVvuunvyyYynn” {“I can offer but one venue where you belong now, and with the hunt having tickled my appetite, I'm sure you will hit just the spot.”} The closet door flung open. The closet… next to Milo's… Capitalising on the moment of confusion, Milo flung himself out of the closet, making a break for- -Crhht- His legs snapped together, wrenched into the vice grip of the alien's embrace, Milo toppling to the ground. “Trekk fhhsn itvak olp.” {“Gnngna. Hwga ahhgsuh. Aahsoh my h-head.”} He huffed. “JjjjyyyFfnf” {“Careful dear, you do not want to hurt yourself,”} Cion said as she slowly stood, holding the boy dangling by his legs, wrapped in her embrace, “YynnvVnzz” {“I will take care of you.”} She pressed her lips to his shoes, -Chrlrlstha- a soft trickle of saliva polishing the rubber rippling from her maw as her lips welled over him, wrapping his footwear to a bulb in her left cheek, Cion keeping the hug around the boy's legs snug -Gllrhhbggslsamp- as she arched her neck back in a swallow, inviting the native boy's ankles past her lips, her mouth gradually distending to an oblong sprawl to enclose his legs. The echoes of her swallows reverberated through Milo's body, the chimes of the bell that tolled for him alone. He struggled and kicked, which were muffled to shivers in her embrace. He grasped for the ground, which he was hoisted from in each heaving gulp. -Gkrlrlgs- -OOhmsomgpgsh- -Ggngnsgpmhphp- He felt the humidity of her lips crawling up his thighs, up to his rear. In practiced, sturdy locomotion, he was reeled up from his salvation, dangled, hauled, and heaved into the breadth of her maw. As if… she was reeling in a fishing line, but not a fish, no, that would imply effort. Milo was the line, spooling back in its place, to a rhythmic trawl of wet lips. -Chhrprhgsh- -Chflpgsooofmpgsh- “Vret yvot to jer ot vy, ut ver. Ica terkar col doz xot.” {“Please don’t, I-I don't wanna be eaten by some alien, I-I don’t want- I-I can't die now.”} His struggled breath picked up pace as more of his body laid muted in the compression of her throat, -Clllptghsh- his thighs packed into the alien's engorged gullet. “Mmfmfmsm, mmfpwmh… mph… hew whou chhme.” Cion commended the native. -Glgmmpgsh- -Gmpgsha- She swallowed and gnawed over his hind, munching the boy’s centre of gravity past the point of no return. -bbngsg- -gbsh- his legs laid stored in an oval dune cresting her front, protruding between the centre of her cleavage, under which it disappeared into the magnitude of the -Chghpgsh- -Chghghsa- sloshing, bobbing core. Cion moaned around the boy's frame as her maw advanced on his torso, lips plying around the girth of his midsection as she felt a tremble of vibrations as he vocalized squeals of dismay. “Iitvok ryl svor, g-gyrt itvo. Alek ir, it vo. Adkartek.” {“Please I-I beg you, s-spare me, I'll do a-anything. I-I don't wanna end up as alien chow.”} “ZzzyynnvvVv’Uuvvnn” {“Unwilling as you may be, you made for a sturdy meal,”} Cion said, caressing her palms over his sides, peeling off the layer of cloth cloaking his torso to plant her lips against bare, smooth skin. -GLlggblmmpf- His navel sunk behind her teeth, -Slgpsghthsa- her gut rose to a jostle as the native poked into it, lumps of his feet hooking around a grip swelled up as lumps beneath her breasts. His legs buckled, -Chghgnnsa- which sprawled her neck wider before it snapped him back in place, her tensile skin taming and tiring his tired muscles. Cion felt her skin's response, her stomach's vice grip clutching the sealing around the boy's ankles, veering with the struggles… It brought her a sense of… primal belonging. What it might have felt like, generational lifetimes ago, bodies adapted to house vast meals. Perhaps a lacking hunter, but a hunter who secured every catch they came over, leaving it no quarter to escape. -Gllmph- -Slpfshfahts- Her lips pursed up in a smile around his chest. This… sense, tickled her taste buds, perhaps more than the native did inherently. The somewhat bland, through pristine flavour sponsored by the thrill, the taboo… There were those on the council who would have it out for her, were they to know she'd disrupted a quarantined world this way. Cion herself, knew she would, but in the moment, -Clslptsh- sucking her lips around the native's shoulders, savouring the flailing swatches of his hands that made his shoulders massage her cheeks, dripping in distilled, saline despair… it was, a delicious experience. “Come, in you go… mfs, trust me, darling, you are saving me, along with the rest of your species, tremendous turmoil by being my food. As unforutnfms, -fsm- -hooouraarlp- the situation is, I trust you can see your place, dear. I can certainly see you in my gut.” It was amusing to converse with her meal. A touch uncouth, and he could not understand her, but Cion presumed her tone would convey the unfortunate native some comfort. -Thhnnggh- She watched his arm snap to the threshold as he got close to the door, hooking a hold of the frame, tugging and clasping onto it for dear life. Cion let out a soft sigh that fanned through the boy's hair at the cusp of her maw, perhaps her efforts to provide solace were in vain. “P-please stop, j-just w-wait.” Milo whimpered, tears beading, breath rippling as he grasped the threshold with all his strength. He peered down, watching his torso engorge the alien's gullet, the skin taut fabric wrapping him up in a peachy series of domes, staring in horror at his body was reduced to a sculptured series of stuffed sausage casings. -Ghrlglbusmpa- The lips trembled, and he sunk back, his vision of the bloats obscured by the monster's lower lip crawling up his face. Panic. He hauled himself forwards, knuckles growing white as he hoisted his face back in front of her teeth. “I-if you can understand me then just, stop eating me fo-for a moment a-and let me talk, p-please.” Milo closed his eyes, his breath erratic… but… he remained. She had listened… “I am sorry if my friend insulted you, I-I'm sorry if I did, I don't know what you want, but y-you'll meet resistance if you go in l-like this. Y-you w-would, you would need an ambassador. S-someone who c-can communicate your intentions, someone w-who can show you where to go. I'd be happy to help you I… I really t-think it is c-cool to learn about aliens, I aihm m-mean, there is other life out there.” As he rambled, his heart beat faster, chocked in the clamp of her gullet. -Dlltsha- Droops of drool trailed and dipped down his hair, her humid breath, soaking him… all but his arm was confined in her damp flesh. “S-so please, l-let m-me be your ambassador.” Silence. Did she understand? Milo drew himself forwards, just a touch. “Mfnnf.” a soft noise, from her, drilled through his spine, and tickled the back of his neck. -Crhhrsltptha- The crinkling crackle of plastering drool continued. “W-wait.” he begged. And tried to pull again. But… she simply… stepped forwards, past the threshold, leaving nothing for him to hang onto without exerting a modicum of effort. The maw parted wider around him, Milo's terrified stammers sinking. He felt her hand placed on his forehead… -Gllghsbththas- pushing him back into her throat. His head and soaked, fluffed hair rising from her throat like a human coquette… “Iv… irt kowt porv…” -Gllrlprtnntsuach- To be eclipsed by her green flesh, pinched into oblivion, -Slcphghhta- a bulge of performing pantomime of his face dressing her gullet. As she folded his arms back after him, lapping around them, -Gllrlpsghs- and letting them sink down her throat -gllstusah- until -Gllgstbha- her maw -Glrbrhgosmp- laid empty… -Oompghghpsh- The droves under her suit containing the native, bundled together as they waded to her stomach, engorging her abdomen to a sagging globe of contorting skin, as the last the stretch of his head lump submerged beneath her bosom. “ZyyffFfn’YffFnnnhh’Iiyvynnn” {“As beautiful as those utterances were, darling, it is in both our best interest,”} she said and tapped her chest- -Brhuuuarrrlp- -Clslpghs- her stomach contracting in a jostle from her belch oscillating her lips, “TvyyyjJnnn’nnfzZzy’tvyYyjjnn” {“If your last words fade from history, along with the rest of you.”} ~ 5 ~ Ulla held her breath. The rapturous release of air in that tumbling belch echoed out toto the outside of the cabin. Letting her see the silhouette's in the dark, the flailing shadow merged and melded into the tall alien's gut. “Milo…” she mumbled under tears, breathing through clasped teeth from her hiding spot, but… came to the only conclusion she could… She had to leave. The highway was just a few minutes’ walk from here, if she ran she'd be there soon enough to not be worth hunting down. The other alien stepped out from a tree in front of her. Their faces a hand's length from one another, their noses would touch were the turquoise face not lacking in all but complete contempt. “Jol, Jolk-kol dfgmmfpgh-.” {“Oh no no, donpmgphhtts-.”} Ulla's pleads were smothered under the alien's maw. Their wide gape pounced over their head without a second thought, -Gllpghtsmp- -Oomgpghthsa- suckling them into their neck in fervent swallows. With her head clouded in mists of drool, Ulla did the only thing she could… and socked the alien right in the chest. -Mmogsh- -Mgpphowuruuwwa- It worked. Her head spat out sparkling in saliva she flung into her follow up, a knee straight into their gut- Raeija's eyes flared up. Both palms caught the flying knee, a nose away from striking her abdomen. The shock wave of the counter stirred through the native as she looked up. Their gaze met. Raeija slammed the leg back into the ground, full force. -Ckrkrsotch- Something dislodged. “CzzyyFfn’Jjjnf” {“See how you like it, these look,”} Raeija said as she stepped behind the stunned native, “czzyff’zzyyynnjjJj” {“pretty sensitive. See how you like getting strangled,”} she hissed out. -Glgnsha- She sunk her grasp through the native's chest, her digits sinking into a choking grasp, malforming the orbs of blubber as she tugged them tight to herself in a choke hold. The native wailed for a while, until there was no breath left to scream… “You’d better be worth it.” Raeija huffed as she hoisted the native's legs up to her maw, this time plucking off their other shoe, before slotting them into her maw. -Glglmhphah- She swallowed, lips sprawling down the native's thighs, -Glphhsa- the domes in her cheeks siphoned to bloat in her gullet as she hauled the limp being past her maw. “Mfmprhgs, you thasshtes lloike shewagde,” she mumbled through her oblong oval bloated lips around the creature's thighs, gnawing on the luscious meat as she -Fmmgpgsah- guzzled her down, “Fhritting.” she growled, sinking her teeth into the mountain of a butt ahead of her. “Fmngnsha. Mgpsha. Ahhaa…” Ulla wheezed, coughing up phlegm into the grass. Gasping deep inhales and sputtering it back like a beached dolphin. She peered back. Watching the turquoise face unhinge and contort over her ass. “Itol jolk, tvor deka troxol.” {“Plea-I-I'm sorry, I-I'm s-sorry, please d-donfm…”} “Yzzyyn’ffn’vvvyy’JjjffzZzziIi” {“Don't. You. Dare… Don't give a loboid's tail if you taste like prime meat or garbage water; you're mine.”} -Fhhglrlpghshaa- Raeija thrust herself forwards, maw wide agape to scoop up the native's torso, teeth jabbing under the woman's chest, and gnawing up into the supple, sore, mangled meat buns -Ghhsrlgpsh- -Chrrlpghsah- She lowered on all fours, -hegsgbsngsna- her gullet sagging onto the ground, drawing herself forwards, far removed from Aegean royalty, Raeija reflecting the spitting image of a mad anaconda. -Hhhfuafmlfsm- -Ahharmrpghsa- In great heaves she hoisted up the woman's chest, -sflpcshtha- squeezing them down to inflate her cheeks. “Velkt, Vwrlfms rkamgps vi vilakfa. Irtkvorf. Or-orglrrk gthw- gramfmwmwmognh.” {“S-stop gammfa fah. P-please I-I am s-sorry, I'm o-forgive mmmme, d-l-let me g-go. P-please I'msfshfmmof mwognh.”} The native's voice grew more muffled as her head sunk past her lips, Raeija huffing, her chest undulating. Arching herself back like a seal, -flspgbthsa- gut and swollen neck piling out in front of her as she raised her mouth to the sky, the native staring up and getting a glimpse at the stars, framed by the contorted oval of Ramada's lips and stray locks of her golden blonde hair. All but Ulla's hair, forehead and eyes were smothered under the roof of the maw, staring into the glinting diamonds in the sky… before she was met with a total eclipse… -Gllnmfmptthd- -Gllrrpmmgghs- Raeija swallowed, lips pursed to a pencil stroke, -Flslpgghsa- -OOmmrpgk- Swallow after gulp… she forced the malicious meal down her gullet, engorging her neck in flailing dunes, sinking, until their whole body was subsumed by Raeija's gut. Enveloped in her turquoise, emerald skin, -Bgpgnnhhsss- bobbing into the ground with a slam that moulded her gut around the cusp of her knees. “Gnhagaauap… pha…” She took a hefty, forceful breath of air. -Bgruauhahrarrposa- her maw remaining open as the dead space evacuated in a rapturous belch, burping up the pair of metal encased lenses she'd adorned her face with, -dlslcktja- cracking against a petrified root. Raeija breathed, tracing the outline in her gut without identifying her meal with a look. Just to confirm, they were there… it was over… Her teeth clasped. Her brow furrowed on her face, contorting into undiluted grit. She. Had. Fought. This wasn't something she'd been served on a silver platter. Oh no, she'd hurt herself, strained her jaw, failed, twice… and finally… this bitch of worthless meat “You worthless excuse for a meat slab… you're mine… Rot in my guts…” she wheezed. She'd fought, and she had contoured. This pest judged by her to be food… This bitch would melt in her bowels… and it… felt… unbelievable… -Schh- -Crhhts- A chatter came from nearby. A small, black mammal chattered behind a root, freezing as it was caught in Raeija's line of sight. -Crlllrlsp- The dishevelled vun'aran mottled her lips. ~ 6 ~ -Ggbghsaam- -vbhgalpthgsba- A domed lump distended form Cion's gurgling gut as she laid sprawled back in a couch as dusty as the rest of the cabin. “Raeija, my dearest, has the hunt found you well?” Raeija turned to face her mother. -Cllpshghs- -Clspghthsa- -Grlrkspghs- Her cheeks billowed broader than her head, with a rummaging series of lumps beating from the inside. A black tail dangling out past her lips. -Sllflprhtp- Promptly she slurped it in. -Lglhrnnpgoosmpgshtsha- and a decisive gulp concaving her cheeks, deflating her inflated face, to blot out her neck with a scrambling bundle of fur the size of a cantaloupe. “I've had better.” -Phouurp- She huffed out a burp, and slumped down at her mother's side. Sprawled in all directions like a sack of potatoes, mimicking her own -Slpgghabgs- sloughing stack of a gut, though were it a competition, Raeija would claim the prize, as her stomach was far too animated to portray an inanimate satchel. “I cannot help but notice you sampled the local wildlife as well, were you not so keen on leaving without-.” “I’m, not, in the mood, mom,” she said with a turn, then slumped back before continuing, “To have this stupid discussion now…” Raeija’s antennae sloped. Cion gave a gentle nod and brushed over her daughter's inflated core, kneading away some morsel induced stress. “They have some semblance of sleeping quarters, we can afford some time to digest before heading off.” -Gllpgbthsh- -Blglpshgha- “Mfmsgomsgapm” a muffled moan penetrated through Raeija's gut. -Tpghllssh- Silenced by a whack of her palm. Raeija sighed. “Thanks, ma.”