Tranquil Koi and the Backwoods Sinners: Chapters 1 - 6

[Slayerhero90]

Chapter 1: Cervical Vertibrae

F/F (using as catchall for any permutation of F and what others call H) Oral Vore, Anal Vore, Digestion (Technically Non-Fatal). Bones-Only Disposal (Mentioned and One Instance of Down-Throat).

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Koi had loosed her tongue one too many times and was set to suffer a-cause of it. That vagrant, that settled drifter, she had the nerve to question the Court above her one too many times. If she thought it’d be so easy to stand up and fight back against the sinners that stalked the countryside, why didn’t she just go on and hunt them herself; why didn’t she just go and put a stop to them? And so they tossed her out the city gate and told her she wasn’t welcome back ‘til he had proof they needn’t appease them with sacrifices anymore.
She had her reservations about whether or whether not they’d abide by their end of the agreement but by fuck, Koi was ready to do everything in her power to earn her way back into the city. She had people she cared about waiting for her in there and connections she didn’t want to lose.
The fish beheld the gloom of the woods, the street-lamps like the ribs of some desiccated body in the desert, long-ceased to light up the spine that the fungus and mold shrouded from sight. Even just beyond the gate, Koi was astutely, acutely aware of how vital it was to be vigilant, perceptive, and composed so long as the trees some several miles high were taller than the buildings. She’d come to the city on a similar such spine of a path, although the trees were sparser as she came from the sea, and she’d no-sold the sinners’ gambits and schemes before.
She also had more than a mantelet before.
Her feet were bare as they, webbed and clawed, trod on lichens and moss adhering to the stone. The spores tasted like ash in her mouth, like pepper in her nose, like damp rags in her gills. Not even a respirer was quartered to her that she might stave off the corruption that hung in the sinners and the stale breezes. No hostel for her lungs, no shield for her skin save that black leather mantelet that kept her shoulders alone warm.
The lack of any means by which to survive out here formed a desire in her to rail against the gate with the lashes of her tongue but the sinners would hear her shout. By fuck, they’d hear, and Koi was hardly prepared to address one, let alone however many she’d draw from the woodwork. She’d just have to take her punishment in the much more affordable silence.
This spine she’d walk had no certain destination. It might lead to the home of the sinners, if there were one. Its coccyx might be another city, might be a sinner’s den, might be nothing, might be the ocean again. Koi was as excited to find out as she was wary. Had she a gun at her hip and a holster in which to slot it, she might have taken a quicker, more adventurous pace. Without, however, she was more than content to stroll leisurely along between the lamp-post ribs.
Koi’d only been beyond the gates for a couple minutes and her respect for the woods had already been stirred up after so many years of dust collection. It was a beast passive to the wickedness that went on in its belly. Its ignorance and tranquility despite the disease therein was a source of awe. A carnal scene could play out in one neck of it and not be noticed by a soul even thirty yards away. At the same time, one’s actions in one corner of the forest could come back and bite them in the ass several miles down the road.
Nude, Koi felt someone’s gaze on her back. She probably had sinner eyes on her. Maybe more than two. Sinner eyes saw better in the dark than those of city-dwellers, those who bask in the electric yellow glow of the skyscrapers above and grow addicted to their illuminated lives. Koi’s eyes were honeyed too, but they would still adjust… sometime.
The gate shrunk behind Koi with every step and her tailfin dragged behind her, elegant but ragged, through the fungus and the foliage. The carpet was too resilient to lend itself to her shape, erasing any need to cover her tracks. Anything truly determined to find her would do so. She’d not have a revolver this time, however. She’d have her natural weapons and whatever she could find on the road.

Koi felt a malaise seep into her over the next hour. The spores were telling her to sleep so she’d either get captured by a sinner while dozing or make dooming decisions while sleep-deprived. Both were courses that led to infection with whatever it was that made sinners sinners. Koi had no intention of becoming a sinner, but dear lord, she didn’t know how she wouldn’t without a filter mask or even any clothes other than the black leather mantelet.
She errantly kicked a bone. It was human. The skull next to it was canine. A sinner, maybe, or an innocent. In all honestly, the dog it belonged to probably wasn’t dead. The forest had its ways. Death was but a slap on the wrist if you were a sinner.
The femur could be used in a pinch, probably, but damn, she was getting hungry. Hopefully, she could bag a sinner and her liver would mitigate her prey’s corruption.
Not far from the dog’s bones was a shack built by the side of the road, only barely licked by overgrowth and wood rot. Koi held her femur like a baton at her side, martial and dignified. Any dark place could be a sinner’s den or a stash. The shack’s builder could be a sinner now, guarding their decaying shelter from other sinners. Could also be a squatter inside. Could just be a collection of junk. Koi’s stomach dearly hoped there’d be a meal inside while her heart hoped there’d be no fight.
The roof had holes in it like moth-eaten rags. Faint light permitted through the canopy’s breasts tried to cast itself upon what lay inside, but there was too much dust, were too many spores. But Koi’s ears were tuned in where her city-dweller eyes failed her. There was breathing inside and there was breathing behind.
The sinner with red eyes and violet hair and human skin took a femur to the jaw and whumped into the ground with blood and broken teeth like water and seeds, the planting of the corruption by which this sinner would return to life once Koi had finished with her. The tempo in the cabin stayed steady, the sinner therein unaware of her compatriot’s knockout. Every drop dribbled from the mouth outside disappeared into the mycelium. One meal arranged; she wasn’t getting up from that.
The other meal, the other sinner, she didn’t see Koi come in. Didn’t really see a damn thing without eyes. Webbed feet slapped stone and ten hard claws took the sinner by her shoulders and slammed her back-first into the rotten wall. Dust and spores and splinters bathed the sinner and Koi. The sinner wasn’t but a silhouette; a noisy silhouette panting and screaming bloody murder. Koi needed to shut her the hell up.
Thick, wet lips clamped around the screaming sinner’s canid muzzle. If any other sinners were in the vicinity, Koi needed to work fast. A couple forceful tugs got the sinner’s head, her neck, her shoulders, the rest of her down Koi’s slick throat, kicking and muffled screaming conceding to resigned stillness not long after. Koi’s gut would be noisy enough without the hollering.
A dust-shaking burp heralded Koi’s departure from the cabin. There was nothing in there for her save the meal and that may well have brought down the wrath of who-knows-how-many sinners upon her. The unconscious sinner was still on the ground and easy pickings. Koi licked her lips the way she did when she had her first cooked meal in the city, back when the Judges let vagrants through the gates instead of waiting for the sinners to drag them off.
This wasn’t cooked. Or particularly healthy to eat, as far as live food went. The last one tasted of sex and sweat and mold and blood. This one would, too, if the faint light cast on her told any stories. Really, the ass on her was more tempting than the meat. Koi’s prick was up and hard, begging her to have some fun, but it really wasn’t the time. Or place. Or circumstance. She just wasn’t the sort to force herself on folks like that, sinner or no.
Instead, she dropped to a kneel, composing herself again: this was food to eat, not a gal to fuck. Webbed hands grabbed filthy legs and crammed muddy feet down a gluttonous throat. Koi almost gagged but by hell if that was enough to stop her getting breakfast. She slurped down the thighs, the ass, and the waist, ‘fore keeling back to burden gravity with finishing the job. She belched even louder this time.
Koi’s legs spited the weight of her thin-stretched gut in not giving out under her when she stood. The canid didn’t have much meat on her but the human was at least half Koi’s weight. Wouldn’t matter for long. Groans signifying the commencement of digestion gave them maybe an hour more in these bodies. Thank god the screaming didn’t attract anyone. The noises Koi’s guts made would have given her away immediately. The canid tried to say something through the belly-fat and the gurgling but it didn’t really meet Koi’s ears. She walked off and the erstwhile sinner den vanished over the rises and falls in the spine behind her.

Surveying the road ahead, Koi saw bones on the organic carpet in such numbers that they threatened to become the ground she’d have to walk on. Bones told a story and Koi knew how to read it. The more bones around, the more sinners, and vice versa. Most of the corpses had fungal growth on them, some crumbling to dust from age, others still glinting with the slickness of some sinner’s innards. This was a pleasure-ground years ago and it still was.
Trails of bones were the only tracks sinners ever left, and only those with no time or desire to sit back and dispose of their latest meal, such as those competing with other sinners. None of the trails were all that fresh. The ones in shallow holes and piles, meanwhile, were markers of tranquility and cooperation amongst their number. They had the time to kick back for several minutes and enjoy letting it all out before finding someone else to fuck or eat. Koi couldn’t make it thirty feet without seeing three or four glistening-wet piles around her.
Koi’s gut snapped her out of all that calculation with another groan. She suspected her prey were just about done, given the way her belly felt half a pound lighter every step and it didn’t jostle anymore like it did whenever the canid decided to fuck her compatriot, who had at some point woken up.

Despite the apparent sinner activity of the region, the next hour down the spine was rather tranquil. The sinners Koi swallowed were stripped down to the bone and fed into the next stop on her conveyor belt. Soon their skulls would be knocking against her backdoor and silently pleading for release.
Although the lack of a proper disposal bin offended Koi’s city-numbed sensibilities, it wasn’t like she hadn’t needed to do her business in the woods before. Being that she was still waist-deep in sinner territory, however, the options she had when it would come to it were a mite less than ideal. She could either stop and let their remains out, thereby risking detection by another sinner whilst preoccupied, or leave a trail as she walked that any sinner might could follow to overtake her.
Although a sinner or two on their own was manageable now that she had a weapon, violence wasn’t the only answer. The corruption addled the sinners’ minds such that their standards dropped well below sea level. Anything tangentially related to seduction could’ve forced them to drop their guard. After a quick fuck, or even a-fore then, Koi’d cut the lights with her maw before they even knew she was hungry.
Smaller bones accumulated like the grains of an hourglass just behind Koi’s pucker: knuckles, the canid’s tailbones, and the teeth guilty of tumbling from their sockets. She was running out of time to figure out a disposal solution. The larger bones of the palms and ankles were at their backs. Flattening her tailfin against her crack, Koi kept walking.
Now, Koi had good ears for a fish with no ears. Someone not too far off the road was having a good time, judging by her careless moans of pleasure. It was a detour to the left, past a number of tree trunks thicker than the rusted automotive she finally came upon, doorless, windowless, dashless, tireless. It was a van of some dated model, now the music box of the sinner inside’s pleasure. It was just one sinner calling out and the spore dust wasn’t being rocked off the stationary walls, but Koi was prepared for a sinner in ambush like before. The close call at the shack was still fresh in her mind.
Like anything old in the forest, the van had holes in it. The walls had viewing ports all over for Koi’s amber eyes to peek through. A lovely human-looking sinner lay inside, eyes shut, jerking her meat. Given the ichor smattering her otherwise walnut body, she must have been at this for hours.
Koi’s keister reminded her of the calcium-dump she needed to take. As she was apt to do, she formulated a plan.
As there was no wall between the driver’s side and the back of the van, Koi snuck in through the passenger door, baton at the ready once more. Not a creak did the tired metal make as her feet carried her over to the blissful little sinner. Koi turned her back to her and lifted her tailfin, the sinner still oblivious to Koi’s presence. She planted her plump ass firmly on the sinner’s face without a single problem.
The sinner barely protested at all. Upon finding her arms too weak to push Koi off, her hands went right back to rubbing another out. Hell, she even scooched herself forwards on the rusty floor so Koi could rest all her weight on the sinner’s face instead of squat and lean against the wall. Koi sat there, relieved at how this went all according to plan, watching her own cock pop up once more. Oh, she could justify this one.
A spatter of hot white on her own cock and belly was her cue to start having her own fun with the sinner. Koi situated her aquamarine pucker over the sinner’s mouth and gyrated her hips back and forth, a knock on the front door. The sinner’s tongue opened up and made friendly with the star at the door, rolling circles around the ring, warm and soft on the firmness Koi gave back, ‘fore plunging inside.
At this, Koi opened the floodgate with a sigh. Finger, toes, and teeth poured after the retreating tongue, wet but clean. The sinner failed to catch wise as to what was going on until her cheeks bulged, strained to hold it all in. But there was nowhere else for it to go. The larger bones of the hands and feet were forcing their way in and the sinner finally caught on. What may have been a giggle picked its way through the calcium ‘fore smacking flat into Koi’s ass. The sinner gleefully started gulping down what Koi dumped inside.
It wasn’t as thought a disposal bin was all Koi wanted, however. With a grunt, she bent forwards to steal the hands from the sinner’s dick to her own, clamping her webbed hands around the sinner’s skinny wrists and making it clear that she had another job to do. Koi meanwhile propped her feet up around the sinner’s schlong to suggest a reward for services rendered. The sinner got the message.
Koi was fucking pleased with herself. Not only did she secure a discrete means by which to dispose of her prior meals’ remains, she got a free handjob and a meal for the road out of it. Luck shined on her, despite the Court’s will for her. Maybe she’d bag someone tasty on the way back to the road, too?
The canid’s skull gagged the sinner as it slipped inexorably and slowly out Koi’s ass. The sinner’s appropriated hands paused ‘til the skull had settled in her belly. Then it was back to work.
All things considered, Koi was mighty horny already. It did not take long at all for a couple pints of her spunk to join the sinner’s on the walls. But the sinner’s hands kept going, getting faster. Despite the circumstances, she seemed to be enjoying this-- and Koi hadn’t even yet started the footjob!
Now, the sinner’s belly grew with every rib and vertebra that popped out koi’s pucker. She hadn’t the girth to hide it all like Koi did. It actually presented a problem in rewarding the sinner; Koi’s feet could hardly touch her rod anymore. All the same, a spout of cum hammered the wall that was not Koi’s.
Perplexed. Koi leaned forwards, just as the other skull forced its way from her asshole to the disposal bin. She happily gulped it down, following up with a murmur of glee now that she could breathe for the first time in the last fifteen-odd minutes. What Koi discovered on leaning forwards was a thin, fleshy tail at the end of her disposal bin’s spine, a small bulb at the end like a scorpion’s without the barb. It coiled around the sinner’s cock, a snake around another snake, writhing together to cut Koi’s feet out of the equation. Might have been out of mistrust that Koi would hold up her end of the deal, might have been out of adoration for Koi such that the sinner would go one step further just to make this experience as enjoyable for the two of them as possible.
No skin off Koi’s nose. She just sat right back down on the sinner’s mouth and kept dumping. She was getting to the longer bones of the limbs now. They’d be something fun, so long as they didn’t snap in her body as they were wont to do. Her hands idle and everything crucial she could think to address pleasured-- three more pints of cum pounded on the roof, courtesy of her own rod-- they wandered to her breasts, cupping them in her palms, pinching their nips with her claws.
Judging by the sinner’s gagging and her swollen throat, most of the long bones survived the rigors of Koi’s intestines and didn’t quite want to fit in with the rest of the skeletons the sinner scarfed down. That didn’t stop them coming. They fitted around each other ‘til a log of bone thicker than the sinner’s thigh was firmly lodged in her esophagus, stalwartly refusing to mingle with the other calcium. Every radius and ulna only contributed to the clot.
Another problem reared its ugly head as well; the pelvises survived intact as well and they wanted out.
The sinner looked like a chipmunk (if chipmunks were still a thing) with the first of the two. It wouldn’t break the barrier no matter how many times she tried to swallow. It was stuck and the sinner did not have room for another.
All the same, the other popped halfway through and met it with incredible force, pressed it back as hard as it could for a solid minute before something slipped down in the sinner’s stomach and the entire blockage vanished into her belly. The last of the debris settled and the two sat there, panting, exhausted, still craving more.
One more volley fired from the both of their cannons before Koi made the decision to wrap up. She took her haunches by the hand and spread them until the tension was just right for gravity to force the sinner’s head through her pucker. Something peculiar scraped the ring on either side, but nothing particularly urgent to know about. The sinner barely thrashed about; either she was real damn exhausted or she saw this coming.
Koi’s hands fell on the sinner’s wrists and gripped them tight once more. She twisted her ass against her disposal bin’s shoulders ‘til they found that sweet spot and popped right through. A moment was spared to breathe before Koi scrambled forwards and onto her feet, the sinner forced into a kneel.
Giving only a short moment to breathe, Koi dropped. She assessed the situation and determined she wasn’t gonna get the sinner’s belly up her ass without assistance from gravity. The van’s remaining suspension barked in response to Koi’s rear end thumping against her prey’s stretched-taut skin. The sinner’s b-cups had failed to put up a lick of resistance but the bones sure as hell did, a solid sphere Koi’s great strength could not further compress. There would be no mitigating how much she’d have to stretch.
Her asshole could only make a couple inches headway at a time ‘fore she had to stop and sit out the mounting pain. Koi wanted to scream for all the duress her pucker was under but she kept her mouth shut lest she attract unwanted attention.
On the other hand, when her elasticity carried her over the summit? Even tranquil, willful Koi couldn’t suppress the squeal that spilled from her throat. She fell flat on her dorsal fin, eyes rolling back in her head, provoking another outburst from the rusted steel.
Koi was almost delirious with throbbing pain and ecstasy but the sinner’s legs kicking wildly yanked her back into reality. Either she was trying to escape, or she was trying to finish crawling inside. It didn’t really matter. One tug later, the sinner was gone. Koi allowed herself a moment to rest.

Although she lay incapacitated, her ears were tuned in all the same to the forest around her. There were no footfalls audible on the mycelium sheet, no rotten leaves kicked up, but that didn’t mean nobody heard what was going on. The forest was quick to teach her last time that she needed to be ready for an encounter with a sinner at all times.
Getting to her feet was no easy task with the sinner-bulge in her belly. She had to crawl over to the driver’s seat and use it as an anchor against gravity’s tide. Letting go, she swayed and staggered before finding her new center of balance. Hot spunk dripped from her gaping pucker by the pint, her meal for the road making sure she’d enjoy herself as long as possible.
Koi stepped out the back of the van and returned to the spine, one hand clutching her femur baton, the other patting her gut.

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will add indentations when i figure out how to on this forum

EDIT: i will note that i had diffficulties posting this last night and went to sleep immediately after succeeding. i will be attempting to delete the duplicate i spawned
EDIT 2: i have deleted the duplicate and also applied some tags

[Slayerhero90]

I tried to write one chapter; wrote at least three instead. Oops. Check back in the coming days as I edit and post them. Almost done with the third and hopefully final chapter of this update. Do not know yet how long the total series'll be. Also feel free to recommend tags or suggest changes i could make. Slayer out

[Slayerhero90]

Chapter 2: Spores and Inhibitions

F/F Oral Vore, Cock Vore, Digestion. Oviposition. Minor blood. Aphrodisiac.

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Koi walked in silence for the next several hours, the faint light that peeked through the leaves now dimming to the point of near-nonexistence. She failed to encounter another sinner directly but she’d seen several of their silhouettes in the woods around her. Despite the drowsiness inflicted upon her mind by the spores and the comfort provided by the sinner in her gut, slowly advancing towards her stomach, our questant was extremely on-edge.
So when the sinner asked, muffled by a couple inches belly fat, “Hey, uh, miss, can we do anything else? I’m getting kinda bored in here...”, Koi almost jumped.
She couldn’t think to respond with anything but a curt “Hush.” The two of them were still deep in the pleasure grounds and the near-encounters were growing closer and closer. Didn’t help that, as a rule of thumb, sinners were far more active and predatory at night. Most could see well in the dark.
Their campfires poked amber holes in the fabric of the dark. Not all of them ate their meals raw.
“Sorry…” came back the sinner’s voice, hushed, just as instructed. It was nonetheless nasal as the bitterness of wine.
“I’ll answer your question later.” Koi desperately desired to catch her breath after such a shock, but breaking composure like that was how respectable people became sinners.
Her prey didn’t reply, so the two proceeded in silence.

Unfortunately, Koi’s bare feet were dreadfully sore from the miles she’d walked and the signs of sinner activity only got more prevalent every step. She just had to sit down and rest sometime soon or she’d be unable to walk at all tomorrow, a sitting duck for any horny or hungry sinner.
When at last she heard no movements around herself ‘sides the fall of her own two feet and the drag of her tail, Koi ducked behind a tree, slumping down amongst its roots, bare ass flush with the mycelium layer that choked the forest floor. She listened again for the sounds of sinners’ movement ‘fore reprising the prior conversation with a sneering, “So you wanted to do somethin’ else now? I woulda thought you’d known by now you were my dinner.” She had a deep and clear voice with a thick, molasses-like drawl.
The pause that followed Koi’s mockery was thick with apprehension. The sinner’s lungs went rigid and heavy in her chest like they’d turned to lead. Koi knew not if she was about to regret permitting this sinner to live as long as she did. One scream, after all, was all it would take to bring the whole of the surrounding forest down upon her.
But no scream came from the sinner’s mouth; only disappointment, only dejection. “Oh…” she murmured, even quieter still. “I guess that makes sense…” She sighed. “Damn, I wanted to have more fun with you.”
Koi was quick with a retort. “Given y’all’s definitions of fun, I’m a li’l hesitant to believe you. I’ve come too far just to get eaten by a sinner I trusted just a li’l too much and my bones shat out without a care.”
“But-- no, I’m not gonna eat you--” the sinner stammered.
“Or stuffed down the dick thereof.”
“Not gonna--”
Koi cut her off again. “Or distracted just long enough by a fuck-session out in the open for one of your friends to come ‘round and eat me.”
“B-but-- I don’t have any--”
“Hush and look now. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you and I don’t have the time for you to prove I can. But let’s you and me make a deal, why not? Iffen I find some other sinner out here to have for dinner instead, you can keep alive just a li’l longer, ‘til the moment I need to digest you as well.”
“D-deal--”
“Hold up, now; I got one more stipulation you need to accept, ma’am. I’m gonna need you to eat or otherwise tuck away any bones that come your way. I can’t quite afford to leave a trail, y’understand? That includes any calcium your own ass spits out after that disposal bin session.”
“Got it. Got it. Deal!”
Koi tensed up, going silent again until she was certain nobody had heard her occupant speak up.
“Keep your voice down or we’re both dead.” Koi had to keep a leash on her irritation lest she herself give their position away.
“Right. S-sorry.”
“Forgiven. Now, I’m gonna sit here a rest just a bit longer. If you’d like, I can let your tail out, knowing how cramped it must be in there.” As she spoke, her internal muscles began pushing the sinner back away from her stomach, carrying her back along the conveyor belt.
“Oh, uh, yeah, that, uh, I’d like that. Yes.”
Koi grinned in amusement. “Of all the things I’ve ever heard of, a flustered sinner is not among them.”
The sinner stumbled over her words a couple of times before giving up and going silent. Shortly thereafter, she awkwardly popped her scorpionesque tail free of Koi’s pucker. The bulb at the end ferreted around for something, bonking against the ground and Koi’s belly several times ‘fore finally coiling around her thigh.
“Yo. Tail off the leg.”
“Oh, sorry, thought it was your dick...”
“You had your hands on my dick not even five hours ago! You should know it ain’t that big--!”
It was the sinner’s turn to interrupt. “Um, not to be rude, but… you’re being real loud...”
Koi’s heart lurched. The sinner was right and in er chest, she knew she done fucked up. At first, the stillness of the night was disrupted only by her blistering heartbeat. Then, suddenly, the ground fifty feet in front of her began hissing and rattling. It was the scraping of scale against dead leaves and stones and the sound of maracas. Judging by how quickly the noise became louder and louder, this uninvited guest knew exactly what was up.
Koi ducked to the side at the very last second. A dull whunk rung out next to her earhole as four fangs embedded themselves deep in the bark that lay behind her head not more’n a second ago. The lunging sinner went limp, dazed and confused by the impact, but still somewhat conscious, a groan escaping her lips. Our questant whispered to her erstwhile dinner, “Looks like I’ve found someone else to eat,” to which the tail sticking out of her butt swatted the nearest of Koi’s plush cheeks in joy.
As far as Koi’s ears were aware, there were no other threats in the immediate vicinity. She may not’ve had as much time to enjoy her meal as she’d’ve liked, but she didn’t need to so urgently abandon the free snack in favor of keeping her life and her freedom from the infection.
Her would-be predator still deeply incapacitated, Koi poked around in the dark to determine just what it was she’d be slurping down. Her feet kicked at yard after yard of meaty tail until there was no tail to kick no more. She was a naga, a rattlesnake rattle at the end of her tail, and a pretty large naga at that. Lean build, but her head was twice as big as Koi’s and her tail was at least ten yards long.
Koi’s mouth watered as she dropped to a kneel before the naga’s rattle. Of course, then she remembered how awful sinners tended to taste and recomposed herself. God, these spores were getting to her. Clutching the rattle in her hands, she slipped it through her lips, only letting go once her throat was able to clamp down on it. Her tongue, forced to brush up against the naga’s underside, surprised Koi when she found her dinner didn’t actually taste that bad, despite the foliage and fungus it surely had been run through. It was a pleasant surprise now, but in the back of her mind, she remembered. Losing the ability to hate sensations was one of the earliest signs of progressing infection.
As Koi filled her belly, the naga began to wake from her daze. Mouth forced wide as it was, all she could do was grunt and try to pry herself from the tree to no avail. She’d sunk herself pretty deep.
Now, she was still a little confused. She didn’t know anything was awry besides her missed opportunity until someone’s tongue got all tangled up in the ring through her clit. It tugged on her buzzer something fierce.
Koi, meanwhile, struggled to untangle her tongue from an unanticipated clit piercing. She was trying to get a thorough taste of the snake’s snatch before it was too late to, a reward for herself and a consolation prize for her prey. But she done got her tongue stuck, and it was proving mighty difficult to unstuck. The fish had been hooked.
The naga, meanwhile, started to thrash around. Not only did it hurt like hell, as though her joy-button was just about to be ripped from her body, but she was the sort to like that kind of pain, so when she wasn’t recoiling from pain, she was writhing in pleasure. This movement ground Koi into the dirt and smashed her against the tree, making her try all that much harder to bust her tongue free.
Freedom came for Koi after several minutes, but not on any terms she wanted. The naga had righted herself again, bleeding from her mouth, fangs still embedded in the tree. She glared fiercely down upon her attempted predator, eyes darting between Koi’s face, fixed in place over the serpent’s rump, and her own clit. Her fingers worked to undo the intricate knot Koi had tied with her tongue and, after a minute and a half of awkward silence and claws poking at tender flesh, our questant’s tongue was free.
Peculiarly, the sinner snake didn’t try to pull herself out of Koi’s gullet, even though she had the strength and stamina to do so. All she did was place her palm on Koi’s forehead and scowl at her.
Evidently, verbal communication was not the snake’s strong suit. Luckily, Koi could guess what she wanted. The naga’s dull, furious glower turned into a gentle, bloody-mouthed grin once Koi figured out what to do and dug her tongue into her flower. She kept the kickstand arm that restricted Koi’s further devourment of her out as she took to lying against the very same tree her fangs were still lodged in. Her free hand, tired of lying idle, found its way over to Koi’s half-mast and traced a claw around the flare of the glans.
That was enough to get all the blood rushing to Koi’s nine-incher. By no means did she mind this arrangement, though something about the slurry of juices her folded tongue funneled into her mouth felt and tasted felt wonderfully strange, something peculiarly tangy and tart. In all honesty, she was probably slurping down aphrodisiac-laced pussy-juice by the teaspoon, but she neither really cared nor had a choice at the moment.
Just when it seemed as though Koi’d be there for hours, she heard something stirring in the naga, felt something moving. Was she about to get drowned in pussy-cum?
The eggs came completely out of left field. They were about the size of baseballs, each of them, and rigid enough to force their way down Koi’s throat without so much as cracking. The constant stream of eggs did an excellent job of distracting Koi from just about everything else. Wasn’t ‘til the naga’s lips were encased around her shaft and had brought her halfway to the tipping point that she was aware of anything ‘sides the immense strain the eggs in conjunction with the naga who laid them put upon her esophagus.
What really pulled Koi’s attention cockwards was whenever a dribble of blood trickled down its seven-inch trunk or a drop seeped its way down the slit, settling amongst the seed in her nads. Every patch of sensitive tissue the blood touched was left with a horrendous jabbing, stinging sensation. This rattlesnake had venom something fierce.
Being that Koi’s heart already raced from the surprise of the eggs, it didn’t take long at all for the toxins to spread throughout her body, carrying those pins and needles into every limb and digit. Whenever she didn’t feel like shards of glass had taken up residence in every single one of her capillaries, she itched underneath her scales like a motherfucker. And god, she needed to scratch that itch if it was the last thing she did.
The strut of an arm the naga put in place abruptly bent with Koi’s wild thrashing, our questant trying to scratch itches she’d have to flay herself to get at. In her suffering, all inhibitions against making noise vanished and Koi flung herself about with wild abandon.
The naga was unable to regain control of the situation. Koi wasn’t even trying to eat her anymore; it was just that every lurch gained Koi more and more ground. The sinner was gone ‘fore Koi even knew she was back to gulping her down, constricted into a ball by the fish’s stomach.
Koi didn’t care. She just couldn’t at the moment. All she cared about was the itch. She could barely keep herself from screaming as she hurled herself against the tree and ground her back raw against it. It didn’t help, but it was all she could think to do.
After several minutes of agonized scratching, the itching and stabbing pain abruptly ceased, just as rapidly as it had flared up. For the most part, Koi felt no different. It was only when she went to wipe the blood off her cock that she noticed it was a great deal meatier than before; every dimension had doubled, although she’d completely lost her boner once the venom kicked in. But even at a third of her full size, she could tell her eight-inch schlong’d be a foot-and-a-half next time it got hard. Her gonads got a size upgrade, too; previously the size of tangerines, they’d now swelled into nectarines.
Some might’ve appreciated a little upgrade like this. Koi did not. Getting size-ups was a well-documented addiction amongst those who regularly left the safety of the cities. It was a very common effect of getting envenomed.
With the way the sinners had mutated, new venoms, toxins, pheromones and so on had entered the playing field, in addition to the existing chemical concoctions that survivalists and wanderers of the pre-forest era had to deal with. It was like gambling, getting bit or stung and seeing what happened to you, with a hell of a lot more at stake. Sometimes you got potent aphrodisiac pumped through your veins. Sometimes the toxins tricked your endocrine system into putting out growth hormones. Sometimes your skin sloughed off or your heart stopped.
Koi hoped her body would get rid of the new mass soon enough. In the meantime, all that excitement had thoroughly exhausted her. She swore to herself before making sure there was nobody else around. No noises sounded in her ears, so she relaxed for a couple minutes.
“So…?” the sinner she’d stuffed up her posterior asked.
“Yeah, you get to live for now. You shoulda seen the shit I just went through...”

Feeling about as good as she figured she could hope for, Koi turned to walk back to the spine, her belly now more than double its previous size and rigid with the bodies inside.
A pair of hands burst from behind the tree that had been the centerpiece of the prior scene, only to bounce ineffectually off of Koi’s stretched-taut scale. It was a positively dreadful excuse for an ambush, worsened by the hissed whisper of, “Shit!” from the would-be bushwhacker's mouth as she realized she’d fucked up.
Without giving even a single glance to her attempted predator, Koi seized her by the wrists. Most of their mass was naught but matted fur and bone, barely a lick of meat to her arms. Another utterance of that same expletive spilled from the sinner’s mouth as she tried to pull herself from Koi’s grip but Koi was unyielding.
With one flick of her own wrists, Koi forced the sinner onto her knees. From there, Koi heaved her swollen gut onto her ambusher’s head, smothering the girl and dazing her. It was a little hard to manipulate anything underneath her belly, due to its sheer volume, but eventually Koi was able to ram her prey’s hands through the tight slit of her half-mast dong.
The ambusher was suctioned in before she even knew what was going on; Koi was not in the mood to play around right now. She didn’t even have the desire to enjoy the sensation that shoving the chick down there had left her with; it was as though a pillow’s worth of feathers had been dumped down her shaft, without any of the irritating itch, but it was still too close to the suffering she’d just gone through to enjoy and, given that the sinner had fur on her body, the added tickle reminded her of the torment all that much more.
Returning to the road with a new weight in one of her stones, Koi brushed the dirt and grime off her mantelet with indignation. She’d left the improvised femur baton behind for how little it did for her.
Koi wasn’t as afraid of drawing the sinners out there to her position at this point. The ruckus she’d just made with the naga and the ambusher would’ve brought every sinner in the surrounding square mile to her if there were any. This area was clear for now.
It was also, honestly, boring as hell now that the fear was gone. “Hey, Gutsy,” she asked, “how you holding up?”
“My name isn’t Gutsy!” the ambusher snapped, sending her jewels a-wobbling. Someone was bitter about her situation.
“Hush. I wasn’t talkin’ to you.”
Koi felt a rumble as something rolled over inside her colon. The sinner inside asked, “Is Gutsy my name now?”, tapping Koi’s inner thigh with her tail.
“If you want it to be. I’m just usin’ it as a ninckname ‘cause that’s where you are. But I guess I’d need somethin’ to call you, if I’m keepin’ you around.” Gutsy was about to answer when Koi continued. “Doesn’t matter what, so long as idiots like the one I just bagged don’t think I’m talking to them.”
Koi’s stomach groaned and she let out a burp, carrying with it the scent of the naga’s juices. She must’ve been keeping the pleasure-train running, even so close to her death. Whether she liked it or not, Koi was hard again.
“Well, uh… I don’t like Gutsy but I don’t remember my actual name, so...”
“Alrighty then, Gutsy. Tell me if you figure out somethin’ else.”
“Okie-dokie.”
“So you’re doin’ alright after that commotion?”
“Yeah. Kinda bored again.” She abruptly changed the subject. “Can I tail-stroke you?”
Koi hesitated to respond, still trying to discern if she’d heard Gutsy right. With an understanding sigh, she said, “Now ain’t the time. I just got the sinner in my junk. Don’t wanna be jizzin’ her out ‘fore she’s done meltin’.”
“I thought you were swallowing her, though...”
“I did eat the naga. Someone else thought she could jump me.”
Koi patted the bulge the ambusher made. Her testicle jostled as the ambusher shifted around inside. “No, I thought I finally had my chance to eat that snake! Sick of her bullshit and I wanted revenge. Didn’t expect someone to nab her before me.”
Koi opened her mouth to speak before her stomach giggled. “Maybe necths thime, tweeb.” The serpent’s lisp might not’ve been so bad if she hadn’t lost four of her teeth just now.
Again, Koi attempted to say something, but she couldn’t get a single word in edgewise. “Wow, you finally fuckin’ speak just to mock me.” The sinner in Koi’s left nut crossed her arms in indignation. “Who’da thunk you’d sound like a tool.”
The ambusher’s retort wasn’t dignified with a response.
“Aaaaaanyhow,” Koi said, seizing the gap in the conversation, “the two-a-you that ain’t Gutsy’re on a one-way trip to digestion. Already made a deal with her and I intend to uphold it ‘til she don’t. Gots a question for you, though, naga.”
No response.
“Them eggs you fed me fertilized?”
Still no response.
“What, are your unborn--”
“Unhatched,” Koi’s imminent cumstain corrected.
“Hush. Your unhatched daughters’ lives not worth speakin’ up about?”
No response, save for some derogatory muttering from the ambusher.
“Fine, how about we play by your rules? Tap once for yes-they’re-gonna-hatch-and-be-butt-babies, twice for no-I-just-felt-like-humiliatin’-you, and don’t tap at all if you’re feelin’ like bein’ a little shit some more.”
One tap.
“Grand. Gutsy?”
“Yeah?”
“If snaketits’s eggs survive my stomach, stow ‘em somewhere safe for me, will ya? Bein’ that she was so willin’ to abandon ‘em to my stomach acid, I think that makes me the one to make any decisions about their futures. Don’t care if I’m makin’ more of y’all sinners; I ain’t gonna kill babies unless I have to.”
Gutsy stirred around in Koi’s large intestine. “Right. I’m ready for titty-eggs!” With only a second’s delay after she spoke, eggs popped one by one through Koi’s pyloric sphincter, each followed by one of the naga’s fingers. Eight tumbled through in total, beginning the lazy ride down the conveyor belt to Gutsy’s neck of Koi’s guts.
Koi shook her head at her newfound situation and continued on in silence.

However, too peeved by the goings-on of the past hour to care about stealth, she found herself wanting to fire up a conversation again after only maybe fifteen minutes of quiet.
“What exactly are you?” she asked.
“I’mb a bossumb,” came a drippy voice from Koi’s sack.
“No, you’re a puddle of my spunk. I’m not talkin’ to you. Gutsy, what are you?”
“What I started as or what I’m trying to be, miss?”
“I’urno, both? Not like we’re stretched for time.”
“Well, miss, I’ve been a human since... I don’t remember, but I’m trying to be a scorpion.”
“Why? I mean, it sorta explains the tail and all, but why?”
“I don’t think anyone would bother me anymore if I could stick them with my stinger!” Gutsy bonked her club-ended tail against Koi’s tush for emphasis. “Just, uh… I haven’t been having much success with mutating.”
“...Mutatin’?”
“Yeah…?”
“Y’all’re still mutatin’?”
“...When we sleep, yeah. Don’t you?” This was news to Koi. It explained some of the behavior she’d seen better than the “they’re horny and hungry out of their minds” she’d rationalized it with.
“...No. I’ve been this way since I hatched.”
“Oh… That’s gotta suck...”
When Gutsy failed to move the conversation along, Koi asked her, “So how do you mutate?”
“By eating people with things we want, of course! Or putting them elsewhere.” Gutsy giggled at the thought. “And then we sleep and wake up with our new parts!”
“So… you been tryin’ to stuff scorpions down your dickhole?”
“Yeah.”
“You ain’t much of a scorpion. No other scorpion chicks to stuff down your whatever?”
“No, I know where to look for scorpion ladies; I’m just... bad at hunting... They usually eat me or churn me into venom or whatever it is they want.”
The pea-nut gallery chimed in. “I meanb, byou soumb blike a bwimp.”
Koi sighed in exasperation. “Don’t you have cummifyin’ to do, fish-spunk?” She didn’t get a response. “Anyways, Gutsy, go on.”
“I think I’ve told you all I know, but, um, if you find any scorpions, I’d really appreciate it if you helped me get them, you know, in me.”
Koi considered it. “Sure thing. Just keep up your end of the prior bargain and it’s a deal.”
“Yay!” Gutsy pounded her tail against Koi’s butt in celebration.
“Unnghhhhhhhhmmmmbbb...”interrupted the opossum gal ambusher, before the subject of the conversation could change. She went limp and Koi’s sac began rounding out shortly thereafter. Her bones would leave impressions still and she’d keep being extremely lopsided until she found some release (that naga never finished the damn job she started) but at least she’d finally shut up.
Not knowing what to say, however, Koi made no attempt to revive the dialogue.

In time, Koi stopped again, feet aching once more and eyes demanding to be rubbed.
“God, I need some sleep. Gutsy, you know anywhere nice to duck into for the night so I don’t get sleep-ate?”
“Sorry, I don’t. I almost never leave the van...”
“Great. I reckon we’ll camp for the night and be sinnershit by morning, then.”
A gurgle and a groan resonated from her stomach as the serpent inside shifted around. “There’th a fortreth offth a thide pafth coming up on your left. You’ll prolly gotta teal wifth eferyone insite, but you theem capable. I atfithe you get better at thtelth though.”
“How many I gotta fight, snaketits?”
“Maybe fife or sicth, maybe more if they haffen’t eaten their captiffs. You might altho convinth the thlaves tto join you in taking the plathe. Up to you. Now if you’ll ecthcuthe me, I’m gonna die now. Tata for now.”
True to her word, the serpent died.
Koi shook her head, lips pulled back in a grimace. “Y’all sinners are somethin’ insane, I swear to god.”
“What?”
“Snaketits just up and died, if you couldn’t tell. Didn’t sound scared or even fuckin’ irritated at all.”
“How’s that insanity?”
“No sane woman faces death and just gives in like that. Medical technology wouldn’t’ve got nearly as far if we didn’t fear death.”
“I don’t... agree with you. On the sanity part. Death’s normal for us.”
“You count as insane, too,” Koi scoffed.
“What? Why?”
“By virtue-a bein’ a death-normalizin’ sinner.”
Gutsy huffed but said no more. This was a frustrating argument for the both of them.

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[Scion]

yo this is awesome, seriously

kind of hidden in this forum, but I really like the symbiosis/entrapment thing with gutsy! and the futa fish being an absolute glutton is also good, she's like her own little apartment complex LOL. The whole part absorption/mutation is cool too.

[Slayerhero90]

Chapter 3: Extending an Olive Branch

F/F Oral Vore & Cock Vore with Digestion; Anal Vore w/o Digestion. Clothes Swallowing. Bones-Only Disposal. Normal Person Sex. Lactation and Unusual Semen.

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“Alright now,Gutsy, I’ve just turned onto the path snake-dinner mentioned,” Koi announced. “Now, she might’ve been in cahoots with the fortress and the instructions she gave me might be sendin’ me, and by proxy, you, to our deaths, but I got more of a chance of stayin’ alive with a solid roof and walls around me than tryin’ to sleep under a pile of dead leaves.”
Gutsy wasn’t sure how to respond. She hadn’t gotten any travel updates before. “Um, okay…?”, she said, voice lilting up like she’d asked a question. “I don’t know why you’re telling me this.”
Koi sucked in air through the sides of her mouth, leaving her mouth cold and dry with the late-evening air. “Well,” she began, swallowing her saliva to wet her tongue again. “Though I still don’t trust you…” She paused; it hurt her pride to rely on others, especially to rely on a sinner. Working up the nerve to admit she needed a hand took a concerted effort from her. “I’m desperate enough to give you an opportunity to prove I can.”
“Huh?”
“Help me seize the fort. May be the spores talkin’, may be the sleep deprivation, but I’m thinkin’ you’ll be the most helpful to me if I let you out whenever I get there.”
“Oh, awesome! It’s kinda cramped in here, anyways. N-no offense.”
“...None taken. Look, don’t make me regret this. Or I will, rest assured, spend the rest of my time in this sinner hell huntin’ you and exclusively you down.” Koi wasn’t even really certain she’d be able to follow through with her threat, were the mycelium to claim her soul, but she was certain she issued it forth with the necessary conviction to scare Gutsy into submission.
“A-alright...”

The two continued in silence until they came across a large dirt lot, mostly clear of foliage. A bonfire cackled its dying breaths away right in the center, with nobody around to tend to the embers. The only other sign of sinner activity was an assortment of bones, mostly complete skeletons, strewn about the camp without a care and glistening in the firelight. They were very fresh.
Behind the lot was an old pre-forest building, probably a tourist-center-type rest stop from the looks of it, though it was no longer so welcoming. Its windows had been boarded up or otherwise barred and fortifications adorned the place, constructed of brick, cinder block, and mortar. Through the barred windows, caked in spores and dust, Koi could make out a familiar, yellowish, unwavering light. The fortress had electric power.
No guards of any sorts were posted outside, nor were there any windows through which Koi could peer inside. Koi whispered to Gutsy, “We’re here. I’m gonna look for a side entrance; let you out iffen I find one.”
“Okay,” Gutsy whispered back. “Really excited to stretch my legs...”
Koi stuck to the treeline. Just ‘cause just about every sinner with eyes could see in the dark didn’t mean they could see well, and there was no use in a fort if a sinner lurking in the woods spotted her in the firelight, saw her for the city-dweller she was, and got the upper hand.

Eventually, she reached the back of the building. She almost backed up and sent herself head-over-heels over a guardrail, stabilizing herself in the nick of time. Looking back at what she’d almost stumbled over, she beheld a concrete stairway, at the bottom of which a solid steel door was built into the tourist center’s foundation, rusted where the paint had flaked off. A plan formed in Koi’s head.
“Got my dinner packed away yet, hon’?”
“Almost! Her skull's taking its sweet time. Gimme a sec...” Gutsy got to wriggling around as she crawled a ways up her confines in Koi’s colon. An errant kick against the our questant’s prostate gland sent a shiver of arousal throughout her entire body.
It set her cock a-stiffening, though her body hadn’t quite yet acclimated to her new size. On any other day, Gutsy’s kick would’ve gotten her sceptre at least halfway to its full majesty. Now, though? It twitched a little and Koi felt a little firmness, but that was the extent of it. Every dimension doubled, it’d take roughly eight times as much blood to engorge her all the way.
Koi leaned against the rail as she waited for the jostling in her belly to cease. “Got her yet?”
“Yeah.”
“Excellent. I guess it’s time to let you out, then. Ready?”
“Ready!”
Koi braced herself against the handrail as her guts contracted around the sinner. Gutsy’s head popped through without issue. That first exhilarating breath of chilly, evening air must’ve been like stepping out of a sauna. The unrelentingly stuffy, warm air inside Koi’s body was infused with the ammoniac smell of slightly-less-than-fresh fish. At least that was the only smell Gutsy had to put up with in Koi’s otherwise pristine innards, but god, it got old fast.
The sinner’s body slid out just as easily, her stomach long-since emptied of Koi’s first meals in the woods. It was when Gutsy ‘s groin was ready to come out that the first hitch came up. Koi and the sinner weren’t making any progress anymore, no matter how hard the former grunted and pushed. That pain like she’d tightened clamps around her pucker came rushing back, magnified immensely from when it was Gutsy going in instead of coming out. Koi dropped to her knees.
Gutsy yelped and whimpered in pain. She’d clunked her head against the packed dirt. Her hand rubbed at the tender skin.
It took Koi half a minute to respond; the pain had sucked the air from her lungs. “Ugh… My bad.” Her voice jumped from apologetic to incredulous. “Did you seriously stuff everythin’ I gave you down your cock?”
“Um, not everything… the eggs are in my boobs.” Sure enough, when Koi’d recovered enough to look back, she saw Gutsy’s B-cup breasts had gained a couple sizes and lost their smoothness to several baseball-sized lumps.
“Right. Still woulda hoped you spread the bones out more.” Koi scowled at the dirt.
“Sorry… Can you still get me out?”
“Not on my own, I can’t.”
“Um…” Gutsy lingered on the ‘m’ until “I have an idea!” burst from her mouth.
“Keep your voice down,” Koi hissed. “What’s your idea?”
“Okay, okay, turn around.”
Koi pulled herself up by the rail and complied, now facing away from the stairwell.
“A little closer…”
Koi stepped back.
“There!” Gutsy gripped the bar as hard as she could with such slender hands and skinny wrists.
“Alright, what now?” There was a curl of uncertainty on Koi’s lip, lifting a barbel away from her cheek.
“Okay, just start walking. I just need to pull my legs out and I can take it the rest of the way from here.”
Koi hesitated, although it was only for the sake of hesitation. She really didn’t wanna put her ass through that torture again. But she’d have to.
Eventually, Koi did just as Gutsy said. It didn’t gain much ground over Gutsy’s nads but the movement of her legs forced her to clench and unclench around the obstruction. Gutsy, meanwhile, began wriggling like an eel, every thrash opening a smidge of space through which to pull her folded legs free.
Koi gasped when the sinner popped her legs through her pucker, both within a second of each other. The dull, throbbing pain got strong enough to send our questant reeling towards the ground. The only thing that stopped her from faceplanting was the size of her belly.
“You okay, miss?”, Gutsy asked, to no response from Koi. Concern parted her lips in a grimace, but she had to keep going, and it was probably for the best that Koi was incapacitated given what she was about to do.
The next step of her plan involved twisting around without inflicting testicular torsion on herself so she could plant her feet firmly on the ground. Shivering as the the natural lubrication of Koi’s guts dried off her skin, she braced herself against her predator-turned-captor’s plump tush.
“Okie-dokie, miss. Hope I don’t hurt you too bad...” With that, she started tugging, grunting and heaving as, inch by inch, her swollen gonads parted Koi’s cheeks.
That position only got Gutsy so far, though. She couldn’t push hard enough against Koi with her feet on the ground; she had to plant them against the fish’s thick, meaty thighs to generate that kind of pressure. Once she adjusted, progress continued.
Koi still lay in prostate position, groaning very quietly. Gutsy really didn’t know what her captor looked like until now. All she’d seen of Koi so far was her big, aquamarine keister-- and that was only for the briefest of moments. Now that our plump questant was laid out before her, Gutsy took a look.
It mystified her how clean Koi was. Her hair-- some deep raspberry pink, as far as she could tell in the moonlight-- had hardly untangled from the chignon she’d tied it into, let alone matted any, and the lustre of her sky-blue scales had yet to be dulled by grime.
Gutsy’s inspection of Koi got cut short by an audible pop, immediately followed by her flying back-first into the handrail while Koi whimpered and rolled onto her side. The sinner’s shaky thumbs-up was met with a weak nod from Koi. Gutsy was really starting to ache in her jewels with the extent she had to compress them in order to free them and Koi was just about delirious with her throbbing pucker, so the two sat and waited for the pain to fade.

Koi’s pucker still stung like it’d been caught in a vice but she recognized the need to get a move on. She weakly pushed herself upright and leaned against the wall before tapping Gutsy on the knee to get her attention. “Hey, time to get back to work.”
Gutsy had been nibbling on her lip to cope with the pain. She groaned in acknowledgement.
“See the door down there?”
Gutsy swiveled her head around and nodded.
“I think it’s gonna be our best bet on getting in.” Koi crept closer to look at the door herself. It opened inwards. “So, first we’re gonna see if they can actually open it.”
Koi stood up and brushed the dirt from her belly and thighs. She signalled Gutsy to hide around the corner of the building, which the sinner did, although she walked slower than Koi would’ve liked. Once Gutsy was hidden, Koi twisted the doorknob, saw it creak open, and sprinted full-speed to meet up with the wannabe-scorpion at the side of the building.
Once there, she instructed Gutsy to keep quiet. It was silent, not an insect chirping nor a breeze to rustle the canopy. It was silent ‘til suddenly, the stillness was cleaved in twain by the squeaking of door hinges desperately needing an oiling. The door was operational. It slammed shut not a moment later.
“Alrighty then.” Giving a back-of-the-finger tap to Gutsy’s heavy sack, Koi asked, “You ready to lighten the load?”
Gutsy smiled anxiously and nodded.

The two returned to the top of the stairs, where Koi instructed Gutsy to sit facing the bottom before plopping her own ass down beside her.
“So here’s what I’m thinkin’. You blow your load so it all pools down there and we’ll hide underneath with me lyin’ right next to the door. When we’re both in position, I’ll knock and try to take down whoever answers. You still with me?”
Gutsy’s hands were already jerking up a storm. “Y-yeah.”
Koi’s own webben hand interjected, knocking the wannabe-scorpion’s aside. “Hold on a moment, ma’am. Why don’t I get that for you?~”
“O-oh, go ahead!”
Gutsy yanked her hands back and let Koi take over. The hands of another were always so much faster, so much better than hers. She’d only six inches to her length, modest compared to the norm set by just about every other chick with a dick in the forest, but that just made her a lot easier for Koi to handle. Gutsy here was perfectly average compared to the folk she knew.
What Gutsy had that the city-slickers lacked was a fuckton more nerve endings than anyone Koi’d bedded. Took less than a minute for Koi’s ministrations to set her cum-nozzle a-spraying. First came a spout of pearly ichor, then a volley of bones, steaming in the chilly air as they clattered and settled on the concrete below.
Koi thought to add the possum’s remains to the slurry, but there was this odd sensation of lightheadedness, ever so faintly present in the two of her nads. It intensified every time she thought about unloading her cargo. And when she thought about stuffing someone down? A rivulet of pre would snake down the grooves of her tool. It was as though her gonads had learned how to communicate hunger to her.
The tap on Koi’s assistant ran dry. Gutsy’s jewels shrunk back down to the size of ping pong balls, the last beads of cream dripping from the tip of her glans and the two of her inner thighs. The blush steadily faded from her walnut cheeks and cognizance seeped back into her brain. She turned to smile at Koi before prying free of the fish’s hand, getting up, and hopping down the stairs.
Koi followed her not a moment later. They both took deep breaths and submerged their heads beneath the sloshing surface. When the tides finally settled, Koi hammered on the door with her fist and fell back under.

Koi leapt from the pool not a second after the door swung open. Semen spattered every conceivable surface as Koi twirled. The bewildered human that stood just inside didn’t even have time to scream ‘fore Koi’s maw stretched around her head. She’d up-ended herself, ass wobbling in the air, lips pointed towards the ground. Gravity threw Koi down the length of her prey’s body as the poor girl tried to move her arms. It was too little, too late for the sinner. Koi’s throat bound them to her sides.
As Koi’s face neared the ground, her webbed hands shot out and launched her off the ground again, sending her into a backflip. Landing squarely on her feet, the sinner’s kicking, struggling feet vanished in one gulp. Her belly lurched this way and that, her meal thrashing and kicking as wildly as she could. Koi’s acids worked overtime to silence the woman.
Koi grinned and muttered to herself, “To think some of my friends doubted my acrobatics skill just ‘cause I’m a little fat.” Meanwhile, the human finally got her mouth unobstructed and tried to sound the alarm. The hydrochloric had already dissolved the lining of her throat, though, so the only sound that could’ve possibly come out was a long, pronounced gurgle.
Gutsy crawled out of her mess and righted herself just a pace behind Koi. The jizz hadn’t been violently shaken off her body like it had with Koi. Teeth and fangs clung briefly to her skin ‘fore peeling away and clicking on the ground. She licked her hands dry as one open eye scanned the darkness of the basement.
It was a pigsty in there, chips of bones and ragged clothes littering floors marked by the outlines of crates and boxes long since removed from the premises. A puddle of vaginal discharge had accumulated in one corner, adding to the already musty smell of the room. Fungus grew in the corners of the ceiling, dusting the stale air with spores.

Koi suddenly tapped on Gutsy’s shoulder and pointed at the side of the one internal door in the room while holding her mouth shut with the other. The sinner took the cue and stood flush with the wall. She could hear footsteps on the other side. It sounded like an unsteady pair hooves on the floor but padded with something.
As soon as Gutsy was in position, Koi loosed a belch that would’ve drawn every sinner in the woods to her had she been outside. The human’s skull soared from her throat, tangled up in a pair of panties. It cracked soundly against the concrete wall. A bra’d gotten caught on Koi’s teeth, hung by its strings from her lower jaw, which Koi plucked free and tossed to the ground with a wet thwuck.
It hadn’t even hit the ground when the door swung open, a pear-shaped hyena in chewed-up jackboots and a taupe corset shouting, eyes closed, “Steph, I told you once already! If you need a meal, you suck m--”
Gutsy clamped her hands down around the hyena’s muzzle ‘fore hopping onto the apparent quartermaster’s shoulders and coiling her tail around it, too. The hyena sinner tried to buck Gutsy off her shoulders but Gutsy threw her weight back into the corner she’d just sprung from in ambush, tipping the feliform flat on her meaty ass and fluffy tail.
Koi chuckled. This had gone perfectly. Kneeling before the quartermaster’s feet, she untied the boots’ ragged laces and slipping them off her paws. Neither they nor the socks that had sooner come along with their shoes than be stuck on the hyena’s feet had fit her digitigrade legs anyways.
“Catch,” she instructed Gutsy, as she carelessly tossed the boots and socks her way. Gutsy, of course, had no free hands. She didn’t know what to do ‘til, out of reflex, she opened wide and swallowed them all at once. It was either that or letting them bonk her in the face. The footwear all settled as one small bulge in her gut.
The only reaction to the look of bafflement Koi gave her was a nervous giggle and a much, much quieter burp than the one Koi’d produced. Our questant shook her head and got to loosening the corset, pulling it off and inspecting it for damage. Gutsy snorted and parted her jaws again, trying to make a joke which Koi took completely seriously, cramming it down Gutsy’s gullet with a snicker before getting back into position at the hyena’s feet.
The quartermaster struggled fiercely, her flaccid cock flailing about in tune with her kicking feet and pounding arms. Koi’s own cock had finally swollen up to its new size and, as though beholding a meal fit for a queen, drooled pre onto the floor.
Trying not to waste too much time admiring the sinner, Koi grabbed ahold of the hyena’s hocks and thrust her feet down her swollen girth. This locked her paws up tight but otherwise only invigorated her floundering about with the rest of her body. She wanted no part of this.
“Don’t worry, hon’. It’ll be over soon.” True to her word, Koi worked quickly to fit the hyena’s shapely hips through the slit of her cock. The tight confines forced her legs to curl up as she slid into the as-of-yet unoccupied of Koi’s testes.
A smirk grew on Koi’s face as the quartermaster’s waist, too, was lost between the walls of Koi’s urethra. “Hey, Gutsy, look! I’m her corset now.”
Gutsy giggled before adding, “I think it’s a fit!~” She almost let go of the hyena’s muzzle in her distraction, catching herself in the nick of time, shaking as though she’d just woken up after a thirty-minute nap in a seated position.
Soon, the glans had forced its way over the hyena’s cushiony tits. Unfortunately for Koi, it was not around her arms as well. No, they’d been neglected and now the hyena put them to work trying to pry Gutsy off her muzzle.
“Um, miss… I can’t stay on her anymore,” Gutsy warned. “She’s really strong.”
“Alrighty then. On the count-a three, decouple.” As Koi spoke, she braced herself. “One.”
“Two,” Gutsy chimed in.
“Three!”
The hyena didn’t have any time to scream. Koi kicked off the floor, shooting towards the wall the moment Gutsy dismounted. As the hyena’s hands weren’t properly secured, they ended up taking the brunt of the impact, forcing the rest of her even deeper as they collided with the concrete.
Koi, meanwhile, slammed belly-first into Gutsy, knees stopping just short of the concrete. In her lap, the sinner wrapped her arms around Koi in a victory hug. When the wannabe scorpion pulled back, she shook her dark brown hair from her face. In the light pouring forth from the hall and unobstructed by the rusted side of a van, Koi could see her much more clearly. The only new observation she made, though, besides the color of her hair and the jade hue of her eyes, was the realization Gusy had a pair of short, pointy horns sticking out of her head.
That must’ve been why she’d felt a stabbing pain in her guts every so often after she’d recruited the girl.
Koi tried to stand up after letting Gutsy slide off her lap, blissful now that she wasn’t fighting the lopsidedness of her junk, though the hyena’s flailing forced her to sit right the fuck back down ‘til she’d chilled out.
“Close the backdoor,” she instructed Gutsy, “and see if you can lock it or block it up. We’ll be comin’ back down here tomorrow mornin’ to see if there’s anythin’ worth takin’ and I don’t want some random-ass sinner poppin’ in from the woods and makin’ off with our acquisitions.”
“Okie-dokie!” Gutsy pranced through the cum seeping across the concrete and pushed the door shut. The best she could do to barricade the entry was to move a pile of bones and clothing in front of the door and hope no sinner’d be persistent enough to push past that. It was the best she could do.
Koi sighed, getting to her feet again. “I hope the rest of ‘em are as easy to take as these two were. My cock’s fuckin’ beggin’ me for more and I don’t think I mind obligin’.” Her foot-and-a-half of fishstick stood tall over the writhing sack, dribbling pre once more.
Gutsy’s stomach rumbled around the quartermaster’s clothes. “I’m getting kinda hungry myself… Can the next one be mine, please?”
“Sure. Yeah, I’m sure we’ll find you someone to eat for dinner. Night’s still young, after all.” With nothing but a whimper as her final vocalization, the hyena completely gave up, falling limp. “Let’s go.”

Every step Koi took through the short hall into the next room, Gutsy right behind her, was like carrying a pair of sand-filled beach balls by a string tied around her waist, but Koi had enough muscle underneath that pudge to bear the weight.
The next room was a hell of a lot more organized and much better lit, though that wasn’t saying much. It seemed to be a repurposed kitchen, if the rusted oven and gutted fridge tucked away over in the far corner next to a cloth-curtain door had any reason to be there. A window set just below the ceiling would’ve cast moonlight into the room if it weren’t already lit.
A frantic tapping at her upper arm brought Koi’s attention to Gutsy, who pointed towards a heavily-mutated sinner reclined on a makeshift bed naught more than a sheet of particleboard and a pile of filthy clothes. Her head lay upon rags shored up against the wall to form a pillow. How Koi’d missed this detail was a mystery to her.
She tried to make sense of the woman before her, making no effort to hide her staring, and in turn, the sinner laid her two brilliant, bluebell eyes upon the two. They lingered on Koi’s sinner-stuffed gonads before going back idle, staring at the ceiling. Koi suspected the mutant was some sort of amphibian based on the way her pine-needle skin glistened with moisture, but a pair of horns that put Gutsy’s to shame and an errant swish of a shark’s tail dashed that theory in two.
Koi stepped closer, upon which the bizarre sinner pulled herself upright and, briefly glancing down the hall to the previous room, door left wide open, she commented, her voice like a lounge singer’s, “I see Hellene isn’t coming back.” Her eyes fell once again on the pendulum Koi bore betwixt her knees. Neither of them knew what to say, Koi taken off-guard by just about everything about this woman and Gutsy thinking it should be Koi who spoke.
The mutant took the silence as a cue to continue, scraping caked-on semen from the sides of her mouth with her tongue. “Well, that was fun while it lasted. Anyways… I’m assuming you’re here for shelter?”
Koi nodded.
“Well, I’d welcome you in, but--”
Koi interrupted. “Look, are you gonna stand aside and let us do our thing or do we gotta deal with you too?”
“Stand aside…? Oh, you must think I’m-- No, sweethearts, I’m not with Skitter or her crew.”
Koi raised her eyebrows. “Skitter’s the leader here, I presume?”
“M-hm.”
“So if you’re not a member of this Skitter’s li’l gang, what exactly’s your role here?”
“I’m… a captive of sorts,” she replied, before adding, “and the original occupant of this place.”
Koi was skeptical. “If you’re a captive, why ain’t you bound?”
The mutant smirked. “It’s a long story, involving a hyena with something to prove and a lady she couldn’t dream of satisfying. My understanding, though, is that you have more important things to do than listen to me speak ill of the dead.”
Her lips were like grapes; thick, juicy, marbled the same color as her eyes. They curled and pursed with class and elegance as she spoke. As Koi’s gaze wandered south, she saw the same colors and the same dried cum plastering the the sinner’s puffy nipples, her twin flowers, and the tiny little star hidden so expertly by the meat of her rump.
Koi shrugged. “We’ve got time, so long as nobody decides to check out what’s goin’ on down here.”
“Well, simply put, I convinced Hellene she could satisfy me. We’d been at it for… the last day or so, when she had to respond to the noise the two of you were making in Steph’s room.” After a brief pause, she added. “I’m not above admitting she managed to get close, now, and it does disappoint me she won’t be finishing what she started.”
As if to stress her arousal, she threaded the needles of her breasts with fingers and swirled them around the interiors, inducing a steady trickle of charcoal-black milk from her teats as her prying digits withdrew.
“Now,” the mutant continued, her tone taking on a predatory vibe, “I could call for help and get the croc down here, but she’d just as soon stuff me up her rear end as she would you, now that Hellene’s out of the picture. Instead, I have a deal I think all of us will like.”
“We’re listenin’,” replied back Koi, irritated that this sinner had more control over this situation than she did. She adopted a crossed-arms lean against the rough concrete wall behind her, resting her forearms on the groaning bulge in her gut. It’d be another hour or so ‘fore her stomach thought it was done with Steph’s headless skeleton. At the same time, Hellene’s form finally rounded out, lleaving the two of Koi’s nads roughly the same size and shape once more.
The mutant licked her fingers clean before going on. “If one of you manages to fuck me hard enough to make me scream, you get to do anything you want with me until I have been released, digested, or otherwise killed. You have my word as a dignified woodswoman that I won’t do a thing to ruin your fun with me.”
Koi couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the idea of one of the sinners-- or woodswomen, as some of them called themselves-- had any dignity to begin with. “Gonna have to decline. You must think I’m stupid if you think I’m gonna agree to alertin’ everyone in the buildin’ we’re here.”
“I ask you to reconsider. The holding cell for the other captives is not far from here. Screaming isn’t exactly unheard of down here.”
“...Alrighty then. Still hungry, Gutsy?”
Gutsy hadn’t been listening too closely as she was listening for intruders on their way. “Huh? Uh… y-yeah, I’m starving.”
“Well, I’mma leave this chick to you, then.” A mischievous grin worked its way across her lips as she looked down at her junk. “I’d like to see just how heavy I can get tonight...” The lack of pragmatism in that statement failed to resonate in her ears.
Gutsy blushed. “I mean, uh… she’s so pretty… I might feel bad if I digested her.”
The mutant interjected before Koi could respon. “Don’t mind that none, sweetheart. You won’t be tarnishing any beauty. I’ll be back on my feet in a couple days, you’ll have some lovely meat on those bones, courtesy of moi, and, if all goes well, you’ll have cleared this place out enough that I can take it back from whoever’s squatting here when I get back. Just give me a good time beforehand, alright? That put you at ease, sugar?”
The wannabe scorpion nodded and fell into bed with her fellow sinner. Her cock was more than eager to plant itself inside the mutant, but before it could do so, Koi told Gutsy to wait a moment. The sinner’s shoulders sagged in disappointment and her stomach rumbled to remind her of her hunger.
“Oh, I don’t need your companion to delay our fun to hear what you have to say. Go ahead”
Joy came back to Gutsy’s face and she prodded the end of her prick against the mutant’s tight pucker, not really accomplishing anything in the peculiar position the two were attempting this in.
“Ma’am-- whatever your name is--”
“Poppy,” she said, as she signalled Gutsy to stop and shifted around in the bed, now facing Koi and propping her head up with her elbows, her plump posterior exposed and facing the ceiling. Her hand came down on her rump, sending it into a frenzied jiggle that Gutsy took to mean she was ready.
“Poppy, on the supposition that everything we hope for’ll come true, I got a request to make of you.”
“I might as well hear you out.” Poppy tried her best to shrug while the aspiring scorpion pushed Poppy’s shark tail aside and rubbed her shaft against the mutant’s blue-violet star, hotdogging her buns.
“Gutsy and I’re plannin’ on headin’ out tomorrow mornin’, but we gotta leave some stuff behind. Y’see, one of the last meals I had ‘fore gettin’ over here decided to leave us with a clutch of her fertilized eggs. We just can’t take care of ‘em all on the road, so we were plannin’ on leavin’ ‘em here and hopin’ they make it to adulthood alright.”
“I see.” Poppy traced a circle on the bedding with her finger. Gutsy nibbled on her lower lip as she slipped her member through the snare-tight ring of Poppy’s pucker. She had set a slow pace so she could acclimate to Poppy’s extremely warmth and tightness. Her hand came up to give the mutant’s ass another slap, mesmerized by the wobble.
“I’d like you to see ‘em to adulthood. They’ll probably have hatched before you get here, but all the same, I think you can do somethin’ for that snake’s kids that she don’t seem to’ve been willin’ to do. That alright by you?”
“I cannot promise I won’t eat them myself once they reach maturity, but they will be welcome in my household until then, perhaps even after.” Gutsy had quickened her pace now, only to abruptly stop with a sensual grunt as she painted the walls of Poppy’s insides white. Poppy just felt too damn good. Blissfully, she collapsed on top of Poppy’s back, her breasts rigid with eggs, the only things stopping her from sinking into a comfortable embrace with the mutant.
“Glad that’s squared away. Anywhere you want Gutsy to…” Koi paused. Her language still didn’t have a word for secreting eggs through the nipples. She settled on improvising with the tried-and-true “lay”. “To lay them?”
“Assuming they haven’t burned my old bed for firewood or anything to that effect, they should be fine bundled up underneath the sheets. I’m sure I’ll be able to find them if that plan fails to pan out, however.” Coming back to her senses, Gutsy pushed off of Poppy and pulled out to assess the challenge anew.
“Alrighty then.” Koi gave a nod to indicate she’d gotten what she needed and watched Gutsy and Poppy do their thing. Scooching back, Gutsy stared down with furrowed brow at Poppy’s butt, watching her spunk seep out of it ‘til the light of inspiration shone from her eyes. Promptly, she buried her face between the two hills of Poppy’s buttocks and took to bobbing her head back and forth, slurping up all the spunk she left behind on Poppy’s ring ‘til it was as clean as she found it.
When the scorpion-in-progress’s head burst through Poppy’s pucker, Koi spoke up again. “Gutsy, that might not work, either,” she advised, regardless of whether or not she could be heard by the sinner, whose scrunched-together shoulders were worming their way through the ring. “She don’t seem to have the prostate gland she’d need to enjoy that.”
Poppy cocked her brow and suppressed all but the slightest twitch of a smirk. “What makes you assume that?” Koi could tell Poppy was restraining her smugness. Koi stayed silent, not taking the bait. “Could it be, koi-fish, that you had mistaken a pair of cloacae for the common flowers of other woodswomen?” There was that smirk she’d been holding back, coming out in full now. Koi kept her mouth shut.
In all honesty, Koi wanted to gag Poppy hushed with the girth of her loins. She wasn’t mad at Poppy; she just preferred to be the only one working with a full deck of cards. That, and the way this sinner behaved made her question a couple things she’d believed to be truth about the women of the woods. Never before had she encountered one so in-control of her senses. She could see the fungus in her hair and the traces of it in her eyes; it was clear she was infected, but she handled it so well, leaving Koi with a sinking feeling in her stomach-- that or it was Steph’s remains starting their journey down the great conveyor belt. In any case, she wanted to shut the sinner up.
However, she had other plans for her fishstick. Something in the naga’s venom gave her an itch she desperately craved to scratch, she’d decided. Her balls starved for sinners. She didn’t even wanna think about how she’d get everything out when she’d wake up next morning; all she had on her mind in regards to them was feeding their hunger.
While Koi fantasized over the night she was about to have, Gutsy managed to get all but her feet inside Poppy’s ass, not for lack of trying. It was just way too tight in there to wriggle her way any further in. She was at Poppy’s mercy.
Poppy slinked her fingers over the trapped scorpion’s feet, administering a tickle with a touch gentle as any feather’s, sending Gutsy into a thrashing, kicking, giggling struggle. Poppy maneuvered into a slouch against the wall as her belly tried to buck her around, continuing to tease the sinner. Gutsy’s every attempt to flail about brought with it a gentle, cooing sigh from her partner, whose twin prongs had now peeked their heads from their ducts and steadily rose inch by inch like serpents from a honeypot. Her bluebell tongue lolled from her mouth, falling down to the cavity betwixt her tar-stained knockers.
Koi found herself captivated by just how far Poppy’s tongue would slip. It was as though it were her volume knob, the mutant moaning louder with every inch extended. It dropped past her bellybutton, past her hips ‘til it wound around one of her tapered foot-long dongs. Entranced as she was by the spectacle, Koi barely had time to flinch when Poppy screamed in ecstasy and the two of her pricks lobbed twin streams of runny black spunk at her. Koi stood still, taking the brunt of the several pints of steam-hot oil-cum slung her way, spattering on her mantelet, her belly, her thighs-- a couple drops even landed on her face. Koi raised her eyebrows, surprised but not offended.
Relaxing in the afterglow, Poppy beckoned Koi closer, a request Koi saw no reason not to obey. She sat on the bedding next to Poppy’s head while the bluebell pucker at the other end sucked Gutsy’s feet and the rest of her clubbed tail in. Poppy sighed in satisfaction whilst her twin cocks slid back behind the violet ridges of her cloacae.
Then, much to Koi’s alarm, the mutant’s stomach groaned and rapidly shrank. When Koi’s query of “What the hell?” was interrupted by a delicate burp from Poppy, our questant was quick to lock the mutant’s throat in her hands, growling in monotone, “What the hell do you think you’re doin’.”
Poppy’s eyes shot open, frightened as she tried to speak through the vice around her trachea. Unable to breathe, Poppy struggled with Koi’s wrists, unflinching as manacles. When she began turning purple in the face, Koi’s scowl deepened, but she loosened her grip, amber eyes positively burning with insult and judgement.
Poppy gasped and sputtered before trying to answer for herself. “It’s just- It’s just a parlor trick!”
“Parlor trick?” Koi furrowed her brows.
“Yes, your friend’s still with us. Speak up, Gutsy.”
Gutsy’s voice emanated from just underneath the skin of Poppy’s belly, catching Koi’s attention. “Huh?” was all she said.
“Gutsy, are you seriously still alive?” Koi’s tone failed to betray just how relieved she was.
“Yeah, I’m alright. It’s gotten really tight, though.”
“..Right, right, good.” Koi turned to glare at the mutant. “Goddamnit, Poppy, the hell made you think that was a good idea?” As she spoke, she stepped back, though her fists were clenched at her sides.
“I… must admit, I had forgotten the sensibilities of those such as you who choose to live in gated communities,” she conceded. “I apologize for any heartbreak you must have felt over believing your lover returned to the woods.”
Koi was taken aback by the insinuation. “Gutsy’s not my lover. Just--”
“Right, my apologies once more. In any case, your woodswoman acquaintance is alive and ready to be let out whenever she’d desire.”
Gutsy piped up. “I mean, I like it in here, but I think we should get going soon...”
“Very well.” Poppy pulled her legs back, exposing her pucker to Koi; glistening, violet, and clenched so tightly shut as though nothing had passed through it in days. “If you’ll grab ahold of her ankles, we can have her out in no time~”
“Right.” Koi dropped to her knees before Poppy’s plump tush and clasped her hands together. Taking a deep breath to calm her heart, she eased them through Poppy’s firm rear end.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if this was a trick to suck you in as well?~”
Koi bared her teeth.“No.”
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t plan to.” Poppy shot the fish a wholly unwelcome grin.
Koi shook her head and pressed her hands further, ‘til her fingers coiled around a pair of skinny legs. A little tug was all it took to bare Gutsy’s feet to the world again, a tug more to pull her bony legs free, and one more to pop her head out. Poppy’s natural lubricant glazed the scorpion’s dark skin where she hadn’t frosted herself in her own cream. Koi tried to restrain the urge to hug Gutsy, but her gratefulness was just too strong. As she wound her arms tight around the sinner she’d thought she’d lost, Poppy delicately lowered her legs. Gutsy didn’t really know why Koi was hugging her, nor did she know how to respond.
Poppy relieved her of any need to. “Not to spoil the moment, but I have one last gift to give before Gutsy sates her hunger.”
“Go on,” Koi requested over Gutsy’s shoulder.
“I’m guessing the two of you’d like to have the stamina to have fun all night?”
Koi shook her head. “No, I don’t wanna stay up all night. I ain’t like y’all, Poppy; I need my sleep.”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant more that I can give the two of you something to stave off the fatigue your bodies would feel after a night of sex and feasting.”
“What exactly d’you have in mind?”
Milk dribbled from Poppy’s teats as though on command.
Pulling back from the hug, the amber of Koi’s eyes met the jade of Gutsy’s and suggested towards Poppy’s supply. Gutsy grinned and nodded and the two of them fell into the mutant’s pillowy breasts, digging at her puffed-up nipples with thirsty tongues. It was on the first taste of Poppy’s almost-scalding-hot milk that Koi understood where she got her name. It had a strong undercurrent of poppyseed masking its otherwise milky taste. She could also detect a hint of Hellene’s seed, not yet been washed out.
It was only a couple minutes after Koi had pulled away that she felt the soreness dissipate from her feet and the rawness left on her shaft from her earlier sessions with Gutsy and the naga fade. Hell, she barely felt the weight of Hellene and the possum now, either. She was reinvigorated, revitalized.
Gutsy continued to suckle, eventually forcing her whole head inside when the tap ran dry. “Easy now, Gusty,” Koi warned, “We still got work to do,” and hooked her elbow around the scorpion’s slim waist to wrest her free. Gutsy fussed a little but she ultimately agreed.
Koi stepped away from the two as Gusty positioned herself at Poppy’s feet. The mutant must’ve had the routine down, bringing her legs together and presenting them to Gutsy, held in the air so the scorpion wouldn’t have to use her hands. Gutsy took Poppy into her mouth, savoring the lime tang of her skin.
While Gutsy worked her way down her fellow sinner’s legs, Koi backed even further off and took another look around the room. It would appear that the rusted kitchen appliances indeed served a purpose. They held in place a massive storm drain grate, with jagged edges and chunks missing. The holes were narrow enough that Koi had to climb onto the stove to see through. When her prying eyes met the indigo eyes of some sinner just on the other side, she almost fell off the stovetop, scraping her leg in the process. The sinner on the other side slowly slunk away while Koi regained her foothold, granting Koi a view of a holding cell of sorts built into what looked like the next room.

The barrier that kept the captives in was built out of cinderblocks, chainlink fence posts, and lengths of rotten wood. Thirteen sinners of various species were held captive, all of them nude, some restrained with rusted handcuffs or cords of rope, some muted with gags, others permitted to freely roam the cell. Some bore untreated wounds or sizable bruises. Bones were strewn about the floor.
Koi, unable to find a door amongst the bars of the cell, pieced together that the captors used the storm drain as the cell’s door. The cell itself seemed to be built over cleared-away rooms. Judging by the rusted showerhead, the drains embedded in the floor, and the rusted pipes jutting from the wall, there was a bathroom and shower built down here at one point, neither functional anymore. There was even a grid of tiles that hadn’t been chipped away on the wall and the floor. The demolition job seemed older than the cell, though, perhaps done before the current owners took power.
On the other side of the barrier, eight beds like Hellene’s had been haphazardly arranged on the floor, though only four looked like they’d been slept in recently. A staircase spiraled up towards the first floor at the very end of the room.

A burp from Gutsy pulled Koi’s attention away from the captives. Poppy was now a bulge in Gutsy’s gut, larger than the scorpion’s entire body, stretching the skin of her stomach taut. Gutsy’s knees wobbled as she tried to climb to her feet, eventually asking Koi for help. Our questant rushed over to help her partner up, patting her on the back as the sinner stifled another burp.
“All good, Gutsy?”
“I think so, miss!” Gutsy beamed. Her stomach was already hard at work on Poppy, rumbling the song of its profession.
“Ready to get a move on, then?” she asked, extending her hand.
Gutsy took it in hers and nodded. “Lead the way!”

The two exited through the curtain door, Koi briefly stopping to inspect how good of a cloak it’d be if she pulled it down but ultimately deciding to leave it be with all the holes in it.
“Hey, Gutsy?” she asked as the two neared the corner leading into the barracks, peeling off her mantelet.
“Yeah?”
“Got any room in there, still?”
Gutsy snickered and opened wide. Koi folded the black leather shroud and dropped it down her travelling partner’s gullet. Gutsy forced a burp and smiled at Koi. The mantelet was dirty anyways, so it wasn’t like its cleanliness would be tarnished by a tour through the scorpion.

When the two entered the sinners’ bedroom, Gutsy’s smile turned to dismay at the condition of the sinners inside. “Miss?” she implored, tugging at a pinch of Koi’s upper arm.
“Yeah?” She had an idea of what Gutsy’d ask of her already.
“Can we please stop and free these women?” She gestured to them all as if Koi couldn’t see them herself.
“We’ll deal with them later. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t come this far just to get ate by some chick I rescued from a sinner’s den.” It was an eerie, but somehow reassuring, echo of a previous comment. The last person Koi’d said that in reference to was now her travelling companion, after all.
Still hurt a little, though. Gutsy grimaced and turned her head away from Koi, uncomfortable with her decision but not confident enough to challenge it. They proceeded on, stopping by the spiralling staircase to listen for sinners above. Hearing nothing, they began their ascent.

Koi peeked her head very briefly into the room above before ducking back down and indicating with her finger over her lips that Gutsy oughta be quiet. She urgently pointed back down the staircase. Gutsy complied, traversing the concrete steps as silently as she could, Koi following.
At the bottom of the stairwell, Koi whispered, “There was a sinner up there. Human. We gotta lure her down.” Koi paused a minute, entrenched in thought. “I got a plan. Gutsy, I’mma have you sit tight over here, but stay outta sight. You’ll be sittin’ in ambush again. I’m gonna make some noise in the other room and see if that gets her down here.”
Gutsy’s stomach rumbled. Koi took a sharp breath in, listening to hear if the human above heard that.
“Actually, change of plans. I’ll wait here, you’ll make the noise. I think you might be able to get her attention if you try to move the barriers holding the captives in. Got it, hon’?”
“Got it!” Gutsy scrambled back into the other room and, after a couple seconds, a screech of metal erupted through the basement. Koi backed against the wall, out of sight of anyone who’d be coming down. Her ears picked up upon a brief conversation, a frustrated sigh, and the traffic of human feet in her direction.
Bathed in light from above, the sinner Koi’d seen descended the stairs. She had an unnatural red tinge to her skin and a slender build, though not as lithe as Steph’s. Her pace quickened when she dismounted from the last step. It was then that Koi saw fit to burst from ambush and hook her elbow around the startled human’s neck, cutting off her air supply. Carried into the quartermaster’s quarters, she was choked of every last drop of wakefulness, passing out with minimal struggle.
Gutsy had managed to move the stove in the way maybe an inch. She saw she’d be here forever if she tried to free the slaves alone. Giving up, she turned to Koi and her prey, the fish now stuffing the unconscious human down her shaft to join the possum. Koi’s jewels bounced as the human fell into place, lost in torpidity and soon to dissolve into spunk
“Mmmhh… that’s that,~” Koi remarked, and leaned against the wall in thought.

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Stay tuned for Chapter 4: Grendel

[Slayerhero90]

Well shit, guess who inspiration struck. Managed to finish editing chapter 4 today, too, so y'all get two updates in one day!

Chapter 4: Grendel

F/F Oral Vore, Anal Vore, Cock Vore with Digestion. A Significant Amount of Non-Fatal Gore. Normal Person Sex with an Inflation Finish. Mini-Giantess; Size-Difference Vore Both Ways. Oviposition. Aphrodisiac

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Koi came to a conclusion. “I think we’re gonna have to go loud now.”
Gutsy belched again, her belly rounding out and air that had been trapped inside of Poppy finally being freed. “Why’s that?”
“Upstairs, there’s this huge foyer fulla sinners. There’s no way we can pick ‘em off, so...”
“Okay, I get what you mean.”
“Problem is, I just don’t know how the two of us alone’ll be enough to take the court. I didn’t even see the croc Poppy mentioned, either. You got any ideas?”
It came as a surprise to Gutsy that Koi had decided to consider her opinion on this. It led her to wonder if Koi was the sort to experience sudden mood swings, the way she’d gone from not trusting her at all to this almost friendly treatment. She really didn’t think she’d done that much at all to warrant this amiable conduct from the woman who’d kinda rudely abducted her from her van and forced her into disposal-bin service in exchange for her life, not that she wasn’t willing or into that.
Her fellow woodswomen and their horrible conditions were still on her mind. “Well, um… if we’re going loud, don’t you think setting the slaves free would be a good distraction?”
Koi’s lips curled to the side of her face as she considered Gutsy’s proposition. Tentatively, she conceded, “It would. I suppose it’s better’n anythin’ else we got.”
Gutsy’s eyes lit up at the possibility of being able to do something about the slaves. “So?”
“Sure, I guess. I still don’t trust ‘em.”
The scorpioness bounced up and down in excitement. She’d thought it’d might take a hell of a lot more coercion to get Koi to agree.
“Just so you know, I ain’t doin’ this just to make you happy, alright?” Koi placed her hands on the edge of the stovetop, signalling for Gutsy to clear out of the way. “This is just our only real option.” Koi shoved the appliance on its side, creating thunderous clatter of steel that kicked thousands of spores into the air. Koi banked on this being a normal amount of noise for opening the cell door.
After the dust settled and nobody had shown up to figure out what was going on, Gutsy shot out her reply, “Okay, but I’m still really happy you’re setting them free!” Her voice had been quickened by giddiness.
The fridge refused to move. Fortunately, Koi didn’t need to move it. All she had to do was get Gutsy to help slide the storm drain aside and bam, just like that, the cell had a hole wide enough to accommodate one person at a time.
Koi stood in the entranceway, barring the way out with her body as she addressed the crowd, all faces turned to her. Surely they’d heard everything, Koi thought. Surely they’d have something to say to her?
When nobody took advantage of her silence to speak up, to express their gratiousness, Koi stifled a sigh of disappointment and spoke up to address the crowd. “List’n up, y’all. Consider this a jailbreak.” Some got to their feet, but none approached their savior. If they were happy about this turn of events, though, their faces didn’t show it.
“I only request a couple things o’ y’all,” she continued. “I ask that y’all help us take the rest of your captors, as we are forced to go loud now and would like to light a candle to their numbers. I don’t intend to force this obligation on any o’ y’all, but surely some-a you got grievances to air?” A couple heads nodded and a mutter rippled forth from the back but died before it could reach Koi’s ears.
“Additionally, I’d like y’all to spare any scorpion-chicks for my compatriot here.” Gutsy waved, most of her blocked from view by Koi. “Y’all’re welcome to anyone else.”
“Lastly, I ask that any of y’all that don’t got anywhere else to go stay behind after the battle’s over for some debriefing.” Having said her piece, Koi stepped back to allow all the prisoners who hadn’t been restrained to the walls into the kitchen, eight sinner in total. Two of them headed out through the back after extending a thank-you to Koi. They probably hadn’t reset the barricade, but that was not among Koi’s concerns. Three of the captives that had remained were gagged and cuffed, two with ropes and one with proper handcuffs. Gutsy loosened and removed their gags while Koi bit through the ropes with her sharp oral teeth. She had other teeth, but they were carefully tucked away.
Koi probably wouldn’t’ve been able to break the last jailbird’s cuffs if she weren’t still under the high of Poppy’s milk. She took the sinner’s wrists and pushing them apart until a link snapped and splintered. She couldn’t get the locking mechanisms themselves off, but at least the captive’s arms had their full range of motion again. She expressed her gratitude with a hug, her indigo scales rough against’s Koi’s own fishscale belly. She was the sinner that’d startled Koi earlier.
The six that stood before her, battered and bruised, indicated they’d wait in the bedroom, personally looking to dish out some revenge. Koi smiled and dismissed them before stepping into the cell to help the restrained sinners free. When all was said and done, Koi and Gutsy had an army of eleven gathered in the barracks.
“Those o’ y’all here to fight,” Koi rallied, “here’s the plan. Bein’ that the stairwell’s a magnificent bottleneck we do not”--heavy emphasis on the not-- “wanna get caught in, we shall go silently up the stairs and hide in the now-empty room ‘til all of us are on the ground floor. Gutsy and I will be leadin’ up the stairs but I ask y’all take the lead of the charge. A’ight?”
A shaky murmur of agreement wafted through the room and the duo turned to ascend.

All of Koi’s war-party got into position without a hitch. Now that Koi could get a better look of the room, she observed that they were gathered in the merchandise-storage area of a gift-shop. Whatever this place had originally stocked, it wasn’t there anymore. The party huddled around the door, left ajar by whoever had opened it last.
Koi raised four fingers to all assembled.
After a second, one finger dropped.
Then another.
The last hung in the unsteady air.
When it fell, all hell broke loose.

Some vaulted the counter; others burst through the door, screaming and shouting their lungs out. The court of the rest stop flooded with flesh, the erstwhile prisoners overtaking several of the hostiles inside. Some were trampled into unconsciousness and promptly devoured by those in the back. More were flat-out eaten alive and kicking. Others still defected, either absconding out the front entrance or outright betraying the sinners they’d only minutes ago been fucking, not that changing sides saved them from the hunger of this vengeful wave.
Out the corner of her eye, Koi spotted a decorated arachnid scuttle out of sight, away from a makeshift throne at the end of the room that had clearly not been built for her. Sashes of grubby fabric had shed from the escapee-she’d-suspected-to-be Skitter’s carapace, flopping to the ground more than fluttering.
A growled hiss-- a crocodilian bellowing boomed through the foyer, redirecting Koi’s-- and the erstwhile captives’-- attentions. It echoed from a padded alcove across from the gift shop, where most of the freed slaves had taken the fight. They hadn’t yet suffered any losses but pretty much every one of Skitter’s underlings that hadn’t left now thrashed about in a belly, breast, or ballsack.
A large, sinewy hand slammed against the side of a hole in the wall through which a shipping truck could drive through without a scratch. From the obscurity therebehind emerged a giantess of a crocodile-woman, at least sixteen feet tall, not accounting for the hunch she’d adopted in order to fit inside the gallery.
The sight of her engendered the first lick of terror for her own safety Koi had experienced on her entire journey. The crocodile had a trollish build; broad, stocky shoulders and hips widened her frame considerably; yet her limbs and torso were undeniably lanky and lean, stretched well beyond typical human proportions; and yet still she was clearly packed with muscle in what little space it could find. She hadn’t that large of a rack to her name, but flaccid cock as large as any of the fear-paralyzed sinners in the room hung from her crotch, swaying in tune with her four proportionately-sized testes.
“The fuck,” she hollered, her voice carrying well into the countryside, scratchy and coarse yet deep from the size of her throat, “you all think you done,” the word ‘done’ devolving into a snarl, “wakin’ me up?!” Koi didn’t notice it, but Gutsy sure as hell did; she had the same drawl to her accent as Koi, maybe even more prominent than it was in our questant.
The giantess did not wait for an answer, snatching the nearest two sinners up in her hands. She gazed down at the gathered crowd as her lips curled into a sneer. Her prey kicked and screamed against palms and fingers as unyielding as iron and powerful enough in their grip that they cut off circulation to their legs. None would approach the croc and she? She milked their fear for all it was worth.
The giantess tossed her head back, a curtain of dirty, matted auburn hair trailing behind, and opened her mouth. She set one of the captives upon her lower jaw, her daggers of teeth threatening to puncture the tender skin over the girl’s internal organs, forcing her to writhe towards the crocodile’s throat just to get away from the stabbing pain. She’d barely cleared her groin over the teeth when her predator’s tongue flicked her gullet-wards and her spine collided with the back of the giantess’s throat, knocking the wind from her lungs before smothering her face with the constricting flesh of the base of the crocodile’s tongue. One gulp was all the the giantess needed to take in order to send the sinner’s battered body tumbling down towards her stomach.
Remembering the other sinner she’d plucked off the filthy foyer floor, the crocodile turned to face her. A lascivious grin bared her teeth.
It was then that Koi found a match for the decibels her gullet blasted out every time she burped. A prolonged, deafening belch-- one that may well’ve been forced just to taunt the other piece of prey-- rocked the glass that remained on the rest stop’s windows. The captive took the entire surge of stomach gas, carrying with it the heady, acrid stench of the digestive process in full gear.
After forcing her prey to endure that, she didn’t even extend the mercy of allowing her to recover before ramming her head up her ass and slamming her rear down upon the cushioned floor. There was a cringe-inducing crack-- Koi surmised that the sinner’s legs had been broken-- and the brute rose, feet dangling from her pucker, which she made no effort to push all the way in with the rest of the poor girl.



She reached into the frightened crowd for more. The remaining nine ex-slaves dispersed along the gift shop’s walls. A couple ducked into the nearby restroom structure. Two more hopped back over the counter and hid behind the little protection it offered before sinking into an embrace of we’re-gonna-die-so-let’s-fuck.
One brave soul pressed her luck and moved to flank the crocodile’s position, but the beast of a woman didn’t even have to turn around to grab ahold of her.
The trollish woman’s reward for this soul’s bravery was to mash her feet through her cockslit and let gravity take the girl up to her hips before flashing her a contemptuous smile, rich with the vigor of bad blood. Her index claw came down upon the prey’s head, threatening to bore through her skull if she didn’t squirm her own way down. Eventually, the sinner curled up in one of the back two of the croc’s dangling fruit, barely standing out as more than a vague lump.
Two more who’d fallen back into fear-paralysis went the way of the bold one, forced to slide down a half-mast pole as tall as themselves and then some lest an improvised trephine pierce their scalps. Koi noticed, from the safety of the doorway she and Gutsy huddled behind, that there was some favoritism at play. Neither of the front-most testes on the crocodile woman seemed to be taking any visitors; all cock-food got crammed into the pair at the back.
“Come on now,” bellowed the crocodile’s coarse, lecherous voice, “she’s still hungry!” Either she was talking about herself in the third person or she was talking about her dick. She thrust her shaft, now up to its full glory, a little taller than she was, towards one of the last three that hadn’t hidden themselves or been tucked away, impaling her gut against the gift shop’s outer wall with her member. Koi could swear she heard asnap come from the sinner’s spine but her legs were still more than kicking. The croc’s play ended rather quickly, though, when she ground her glans up and down the girl’s body and suctioned her head through the slit.
Witnessing this, the last two out in the open up and booked it out the front doors. Screw revenge; they’d seen enough.
“Wusses!” hollered the crocodile, gonads rocking pendulously as they rapidly broke down the captives’ forms. “Face your deaths like grown women!” She chuckled as she fished around for the other sinners she saw. She couldn’t reach her hands around the bend of the restroom’s entranceway but the two behind the counter, working towards their third orgasms, were easy pickings. They met just the same fate as the previous four, though the croc didn’t bother to separate them. As far as Koi could tell, they were still at it even as they descended into the same stone.
The trollish giantess turned to address her audience. “The rest-a-you all best stay here, you hear me?! I’m goin’ after them runners! Gonna fuck some eggs into ‘em for bein’ such fuckin’ pussies!” With that, the croc laid herself down prone and started crawling through the double doors at the front of the building, her scales scraping on the aged linoleum like sandpaper on a chalkboard.
Nobody anticipated what happened next, least of all the croc herself. She got stuck. Her jewels were just too massive with prey to fit through the jambs, but she had to go and try anyways. She couldn’t pull them further through and it hurt way too much to pull back. She’d wedged herself quite nicely in there.
It was a truly divine opportunity for Koi. As deeply mortifying as it was too see her war-party cock-slurped like this, it was the sexiest thing she’d seen all night. Her foot and a half of rock-hard, womanly meat stood at attention and that pseudo-hunger in her loins was back and stronger than ever, now that they had a nice, big, helpless meal right in front of it.
Of course Koi had to try. She bounded from the doorway of the gift shop, leaving Gutsy behind in the gift shop, all alone now. The crocodile had stopped moving to assess the best way out of her situation. It left her feet as sitting ducks, though her ankles were large enough as to prevent Koi from grabbing one in each hand. One would have to do for now.
Koi’s cockslit practically gushed precum onto the floor, lubricating the passage for the leg she now gripped in her hands. The cockslit put up no fuss whatsoever when Koi thrust forwards, sending that delightful tickle a foot down its length.
That got the croc kicking something fierce. Barely maintaining her grip, Koi called out to anyone who could hear, “Yo! Hold me down!” Gutsy leapt from cover and wrapped herself around one of Koi’s legs while the two that had hidden in the bathroom meekly emerged through the entrance and, seeing it was safe, put their weight on the other leg. Good thing, too, because the pseudo-karma of this retribution and the gritty reality of its possibility finally got through her prey’s thick skull and she was far less than pleased. She threw a gargantuan fit, snarling and jerking about to the best of her capacity. Without the extra weight on her, Koi’d’ve been tossed clear across the room.
Progress up the croc’s leg was dreadfully slow. Staying on alone was a pain and a half, even after the giantess’s foot slipped into the emptier of Koi’s balls. ‘Least it was ‘til she accidentally kicked her other foot inside whilst trying to bash Koi into submission with it. Struggling at any productive capacity was a hell of a lot harder for the giantess, once her legs got bound.
The rest of the crocodile’s shanks didn’t put up too much trouble. Taken together, they were about as large as a particularly wide-framed sinner. Even the ass on her-- whenever Koi’d get to it-- wouldn’t be any worse than any busty sinner’s rack. No, the problem’d lie in fitting that thrashing tail of hers that avoided Koi’s gluttonous dong and that positively engorged set of nads through the eye of Koi’s needle, and they were getting mighty close.
Now, Koi and her cock weren’t really used to such volume of prey, barely ever even eating folks that way at all back in the city. City-folk didn’t benefit from the effective immortality the forest offered ‘less their remains somehow made it onto the mycelium and that was a fate far worse than death to almost all of them. The best one could hope for, should one be melted down into cum, would be to get lucky on someone’s pregnancy and be birthed or hatched again in place of any new soul. Adding that to the fact that taking control of one’s bodily functions can take some serious exercise, it was understandable she seldom got someone willing to make the dive.
In any case, it was a damn good thing Poppy’s milk was still in Koi’s system. Koi felt like she could shove the whole world down her cock if she tried. For now, though, she was content with just this one giantess.
It didn’t take long at all for Koi to bump up against the sinner-laden orbs she’d seriously have to grapple with. A devilish grin stretched across Koi’s cheeks when she thrust forwards, making absolutely no headway whatsoever but eliciting a grunt of pain from the croc, her nuts caught and ever so slightly smushed between the frames of the door out and Koi’s hard-on.
The crocodile’s resistance ebbed as she caught her breath and hollered back, “I’ll fuckin’ smash you for this, fish-bish!”
“‘Fraid that’ll have to happen some other time, ma’am. Push me along, y’all!”
Koi’s accomplices unraveled from her legs and thrust their weight against her haunches. A hiss poured from the crocodile’s mouth and she pounded her fist on the sidewalk outside as her quartette was squished together to fit through the slit of Koi’s ravenous beast of a cock.
If she wasn’t high on Poppy’s milk, Koi’d’ve been in a world of hurt right then. All she felt now was the faintest twinge of pain, so subtle and so dull it barely registered with her. Instead, it was that feathery, ticklish feeling that clogged her mind, multiplied by such a great factor it eclipsed anything she’d ever felt before. It was bliss. It was eyes-rolled-back, tail-slapping-back-and-forth-like-a-fish-on-a-dock, lose-one’s-sense-of-self orgasm.
And yet, her shaft utterly failed to deliver its seed. Four testicles, all of them large and two absolutely gargantuan; an ass larger than Poppy’s bust; and a crocodilian tail bent far out of anything vaguely resembling comfortable plugged her up, forcing all those gallons of cum back to whence they came.
That was something absolutely wild. As her semen flushed back into her epididymis, it was like a water-hose spurting hot had been slipped down her cock. It was more than mildly unpleasant yet somehow also enjoyable in its own, acquired, taste.
Once Koi’s cockslit had finally passed the point at which the croc’s nads were at their widest, it was as though the vacuum of space had set itself up in the predator’s stones. The giantess braced up against the doorframes that trapped her in the first place, arms splayed out like the hooks of an anchor.
Unable to bring the giantess to her, suction brought her and her rod up the giantess, shooting Koi forwards fast enough that Gutsy and the sinners hadn’t the time to react, all falling flat on their asses and faces. She’d been launched all the way up to the croc’s armpits in a dart of bliss, hands coming to rest on the veins of her meat, and she could go no further without changing the circumstances of her situation.
Catching her breath, she finally broke the awkward silence with a “Crocodile gal, you got a name?”, leaning back and investing a great deal of effort into keeping the ecstasy she felt from creeping into her voice. She had to work to project loud enough that her meal could hear her.
“It’s Louisse,” the croc growled back. “Now let me out already! I ain’t lettin’ myself get et!” Her voice projected naturally just fine.
“Pleasure to meetcha, Louisse. My name’s Koi, and I’m afraid I’m gonna have to deny your request.”
“Denial denied!”
“Come on now, you didn’t even hear me out.” That was not frustration in her voice, though. No, she was much closer to flirtatious teasing.
Louisse, meanwhile, was less than receptive. “Don’t need to. I don’t negotiate with y’all city-fucks.”
Koi asked, amused, “Is that what you sinners call us?”
“If y’all’re callin’ us ‘sinners’. Hell, we prob’ly oughta come up with somethin’ worse.”
“I can call you somethin’ else if it’d open up negotiations.”
“I told you, I don’t negotiate with y’all. I don’t negotiate with anyone, let alone y’all!” Her fist pounded on the concrete for emphasis.
“Then we’ll be here forever, I hope you realize. Just you, me, and this cock sleeved up around you. I could barely get you in; no way in hell I’m gonna be able to pull you back out.”
“Well maybe you shoulda waited for me to egg someone up, then! But naw, all them slaves I just cock-slurped don’t even get to be laid in someone deservin’ of ‘em. ”
“...Eggs?” Something wasn’t right here.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry, what eggs?”
“Are you fuckin’ dumb?”
“At times. This may be one of such times.” Koi didn’t believe she was being dumb but she conceded the possibility all the same.
“...Okay, let me walk you through it.” Louisse had adopted a much slower and clearer tone of voice, clearly meant to insult our questant. “I’m assumin’ you’re aware of the junk I got between my legs?”
“I have. I must say, in better circumstances, I might’ve been pleasurin’ your meat myself. Damn fine monster you got.”
“Well, fishy, she’s a combination of things.” There she was with that assigning-personhood-to-her-cock again. “Do I need to explain to you what an ovipositor is?”
“No, I’m familiar with the concept.”
“She’s one of them and a cock at the same time. Now, if you’d let me out, I might just pump you full of eggs and be on my way. Group seems to be broken up now anyways.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, Ashy ain’t pullin’ you off me already.” Sensing Koi about to inquire as to who Ashy was, Louisse clarified: “The imp-girl.”
“The human with red skin?”
“...She calls herself an imp, but yeah, that’d be her.”
“Yeah, she’s a puddle-of-cum-to-be now.”
“Hellene and Steph?”
“Ate the latter, cockslurped the former.”
“Yeah, that’s all of us ‘cept for me, Skitter, and the girls in the lobby then. Goddamn.”
“Skitter?” Koi feigned ignorance of who Skitter was. She wanted to know as much as she could about this woman before coming for her.
Oh, Louisse’s tone turned rich with contempt. “Our wuss of a leader. She’s prob’ly upstairs waitin’ for me to come up and tell her it’s all okay. At this point? I’m sick of her shit. I’d just eat her, too.”
“Huh. I’d’ve thought you’d be the leader of this gang.”
“Naw, Skitter got us all together. I prefer feedin’ myself to makin’ friends.”
“How’d she recruit you, then?”
“She stuck a buncha woodswomen horny outta their minds with her stinger and gave ‘em to me.” Louisse had calmed down a lot at this point. The mood of the scene was more like two strangers chatting each other up at a bar.
“So you’re the muscle?”
“Yep.”

Not offering anything for Koi to bounce off of, the conversation died until Louisse spoke up again. “Look, it’s cute you take an int’rest in me, but I want out.”
Koi sighed, slightly exasperated. “As I said, I can’t quite let you out.”
Louisse groaned. “Then we’re just gonna fuckin’ sit here until one of us dies of hunger?”
“That’s what I intended to convey earlier.” Koi’s erection was softening, though the way her slit was cinched around Louisse, that just meant her body got tugged further along.
“A’ight, fuck that. I’d rather be digested than starve.” With that, the croc unanchored her arms from the building and laid them straight alongside her snout.
Koi slipped her fingers around Louisse’s broad shoulders and began feeding them in with the rest of the crocodilian. “And this way,” she added, her tone cloyingly cordial, “you’ll be back to huntin’ in no time, if that sweetens the deal.”
Louisse grumbled before speaking up. “I s’pose. Fuckin’ embarrassin’ to get ate by someone as tiny as you, though.”
“We all have to swallow our pride sometimes.”
The only response Koi got was another grumble. Just before Louisse’s head fell under, Koi chuckled and commented, “To think you said you don’t negotiate with the likes of me~” That little taunt provoked a bellowing growl from the croc this time, but the time for intimidation was long over. She shook the giantess’s rough, calloused hand in hers before her it followed the rest of her and gave it a squeeze.
A splash of precum on the floor alerted Koi that Louisse had finally settled. She turned to address her remaining party and found movement was impossible. Her feet weren’t even on the ground anymore.
“List’n, you three,” the warmth removed from her voice once more, “I’d love to help y’all get Skitter, but I don’t think I can even move. I’m just gonna stay here and wait for Louisse even out a bit. Catch up with y’all later.”

Gutsy hopped to her feet and started up the stairs before the other two sinners had even processed what Koi said. If she’d understood right, Skitter had a stinger. She also sounded like she was supposed to be a bug of some sort, if the name meant anything. Her mind ran wild with the possibilities, but one in particular thrilled her to no end.
Skitter could be a scorpion.
She stopped at the top of the stairs, stepping out into the open air again. A couple of recent-looking rooms stood on the far side of the roof and a six foot wall of cement and brick lined the floor-space. Skitter was nowhere to be seen in the moonlight but a door into one of the newer rooms stood wide open and a trail of ragged garments led right to it.
She held her arms out to stop her fellow woodswomen from running past her. “I think I have a plan,” she whispered. The rabbit at her left and the lizard-woman at her right turned to face her as she led them along the edge of the wall that she was certain Skitter couldn’t really see them strafe along.
When they were certain they couldn’t be spied on without spotting their spy themselves, Gutsy explained, in a hushed voice. “So, I’m pretty sure I heard the big crocodile lady mention a stinger and how that the stinger makes people horny.” The rabbit nodded; she’d heard that too. “If so, we probably need to disable it or something if we wanna, y’know, get Skitter..”
“Sounds about right.”
“So, my plan might not be the best plan possible but, um… I’m gonna need someone to get stung… a lot...” Her confidence waned dramatically as her empathy kicked into overdrive. She didn’t like her own plan one bit.
The lizard’s eyes turned to the rabbit. The lapine was the meatiest of the three present and could probably take a lot more venom in before feeling its effect. She sighed, her own desires for safety and comfort conceded in favor of revenge.

Louisse stirred. “Koi?”
“I’m listenin’.”
“Next time I see you, I’m eggin’ you senseless. Got it?”
“Thanks for the forewarnin’, I guess. We’ll see if I got room in my schedule then.” Koi chuckled before sighing. It wasn’t that the idea of being pumped full of crocodile eggs didn’t arouse her. She just had a busy schedule full of wandering and a desire to fuck on more agreeable terms than what Louisse insisted upon.
“Oh, I’ll make room,” the croc grumbled. That was apparently all she had to say and the foyer fell silent once more.

“Okie-dokie,” whispered Gutsy, as she tried to reinstill confidence in herself. “So. You rush in first and throw yourself on her stinger, Miss Bunny.”
“Don’t- don’t call me Miss Bunny, please. My name’s Haplynn-- but fine, if you think this is our best strategy...” She had the look and tone and pallor of a patient who felt perfectly healthy about to go into a surgery she wasn’t sure she needed.
“Sorry, Haplynn...” Gutsy pulled the rabbit close to give her as deep a hug as she could muster, which was only half-assedly returned.
“Just go on with your plan.”
“Right, uh. Miss…?” Gutsy didn’t wanna make the mistake of insulting her other accomplice with an unwelcome name.
The almost-navy-blue lizardess opened her mouth and pointed out that her tongue had been cut out. Gutsy grimaced and apologized. Haplynn had seen it already. The tongueless lizard scanned the floor for a moment before picking up a fragment of concrete and scraping it along the wall. When she was finished, the faintest outline of a flower was visible.
The reptile cut Gutsy off before she could guess a name. She gestured with both hands at her body and pointed at the flower again.
Gutsy guessed, “Bluebell…?
No, that wasn’t it. Not-Bluebell pointed at the color of her scales more intensely.
“Um… Indigo…?”
She nodded. Indigo was her name, or at least what she liked strangers to call her.
“Okie-dokie, Indigo. You hold Skitter still for me as best you can. I’m gonna, um, eat her, if you don’t mind.”
Indigo shrugged. Speaking for the both of them, Haplynn said, “We don’t mind at all. I just wanna see her get her just deserts, even if it means...”
“Sorry.” The silence that came after her apology got no response was more than slightly uncomfortable. “Alright, guess we just… go now?”
When all she got was a couple of uncertain shrugs, Gutsy turned and silently headed towards the door, her companions in tow. The humid summer air hung around the three, cold only for their bare skin, fur, and scales. Haplynn awaited her signal.
Gutsy stumbled for a moment, not sure what signal to give as she’d neglected to discuss one, ultimately deciding to jerk her head down in a quick nod. Haplynn bolted through the door, screaming bloody murder. Whoever lay inside screamed in response. A stabbing sound barely made itself heard under the combined screaming. Haplynn’s scream got much, much louder and much, much shriller, taking on a dash of pain. She had some damn powerful lungs, though.
Indigo and Gutsy hauled ass through the doorway as soon as they were certain Haplynn had done her part. A proper scorpioness stood inside, complete with eight arthropod legs, the carapace on her lower half a deep ebony against the sickly green skin above. Haplynn had lodged Skitter’s stinger firmly in her gut, at least half a foot deep. The rabbit’s feet swung a ways off the ground with the flailing Skitter’s tail performed to dislodge her.
The more developed scorpion hadn’t noticed Haplynn’s comrades until Indigo knocked the wind out of her with a shoulder-check to her prominent gut. Skitter heaved and retched before finding she couldn’t breathe anymore. All attempts to remove Haplynn ceased just so she could teach her lungs to breathe again.
Indigo leapt over to Haplynn, narrowly avoiding a weak swipe of Skitter’s hand. Haplynn was in tears with the pain but her loins were soaking wet with the aphrodisiac. She’d had as much of this as she could handle; Indigo could tell. There was one last thing to do before Haplynn could be released. Indigo ran her tongue along her knife-sharp teeth and chomped down on a segment of Skitter’s tail the moment it stayed still long enough.
Skitter tried to scream, but she still couldn’t breathe. The only sound was the sickening crunch of her stinger being bitten clean in two and the drip of yellowish-green ichor seeping from the wound and splattering on the floor. Indigo wrapped her arms around Haplynn and carried her from the room, setting her down at the top of the roof acess stairway and pointing her back to Koi. Reluctantly, the rabbit took to a crawl down the steps as Indigo rushed to return to her post.
Gutsy already had the head of her six-inch prong around her fellow scorpion’s head, but Skitter’d get the wind back in her any second now and she’d be able to push Gutsy right back off. That is, unless Indigo bound the leader’s arms behind her back, which she was more than able to, seated on the glossy shell of her abdomen.
The segment of Skitter’s tail was still in Indigo’s mouth. In all the excitement, she’d plumb forgotten to swallow it. On the sliver of tongue that hadn’t been severed, the blood had a salty, bitter tang to it. She’d’ve spat it out if she wasn’t so hungry. Starvation was how Skitter and her crew kept her and the other captives weak. They’d gagged her because she’d tried eating other captives for sustenance and cuffed her because she kept breaking ropes and pulling the gag off. She hadn’t eaten in days. The piece of meat sliding down her throat would hold her over until she could get someone good to eat.

Haplynn left a trail of blood, both hers and Skitter’s, along with a striation of aphrodisiac venom on the rough, cobble surface of the roof and down the stairs. She wasn’t even gonna try to pull the stinger out. There were a variety of logical reasons she shouldn’t’ve dug it out, such as the fact it was all that was keeping her organs in and that her hands were shaking so bad she’d probably just lodge it deeper in her abdomen, but she wasn’t in the proper state of mind to think logically. She just didn’t wanna fish around in her guts; the agony she was in was more than enough.
Getting to Koi was all a blur. One moment she stared Indigo in the eyes before the lizardess abandoned her t her own devices; the next, she lay on her back with the fish aghast at her sorry state, Koi shouting drawled obscenities she couldn’t understand and slowly dragging her pair behind her as she came over to comfort her. Koi had barely lifted the back of Haplynn’s head off the ground when she finally couldn’t take the torture anymore and blacked out.

Gutsy had just about finished slurping Skitter down her cock. The abdomen and all the legs sticking out of it made themselves a nuisance, but Indigo was there to assist. When the last of Skitter’s bleeding tail-stub had disappeared from sight, the lizardess batted the less-developed scorpion’s swollen sack with her own, whip-like tail. Gutsy winced from the pain but sorta understood the message of “eat shit, Skitter” Indigo was trying to send.
“Um… Indigo, can you go get my friend?”
Indigo nodded and bounded off, leaving Gutsy alone in the room. Skitter kicked and screamed, but Gutsy paid her no mind. She didn’t like to force herself on people in any fashion, but Skitter really had it coming, if anything she’d heard held any water.
Victorious, the less-developed scorpion looked around Poppy’s bedroom, now that the chaos had died. The far wall had a window built into it. Remarkably, the glass was fully intact and there weren’t any bars built into it. Whoever built it must not’ve worried about keeping good climbers and the occasional flying woodswoman out.
Gutsy stepped up close to take a look outside. The window gave her a magnificent view of the dirt lot out front. The fire was alight once more and the four captives that had made it out gathered around the flames. One of the women that had left before they took the foyer had clearly had someone for a late-night snack and all four were rapt in conversation.
Evidently, though, Gutsy’s only witnessed the tail end of their fireside chat. Everything wrapped up, the four headed down the path, away from the place. She wished them the best of luck.
Gutsy stepped back and sat down on the bed next to the window. It was a very nice bedroom set-up, considering it was a sinner’s work. Two people could comfortably sleep on the bed, even if one or the other was laden with prey. The frame had been carved out of local wood and the sheets were quilted together out of patches of clothes that seemed remarkably clean. It was even canopied, the curtain assembled similarly to the bedding but out of silken garments instead.
A wooden nightstand sat next to the bed, its drawers cocked open, a number of trinkets piled inside. Either Poppy was a hoarder or Skitter was using this as a place to store her loot.
I didn’t really matter. Gutsy was ready to relax, lying back on Poppy’s bed as Skitter lost her shape.

Indigo took Haplynn from Koi’s arms and directed the fish to the stairs. Koi had a hard time lugging her package around, but eventually she turned the corner, leaving the lizard and bunny in the foyer. Haplynn was still out cold, but Indigo had personally witnessed her pudgy rabbit friend survive worse.
They’d be sleeping downstairs, Indigo decided. They’d share the quartermaster’s bed and make sure nobody came in through the back. She also figured it’d be as good a place as any to treat the stinger-wound.
The only problem with her plan was that Haplynn was, of course, on the heavy side and Indigo’s arms had atrophied a bit in the weeks she’d spent cooped up in that communal cell. She only got as far as through the gift shop door before she had to set the rabbit down. This just wouldn’t work.

Koi’s nuts ached something fierce. They’d hit every single step on her way up and her scale-free scrotal skin was turning pink and raw from dragging them around. And yet, she still felt a craving to feed them more, though it was a lot more muted now. She hoped she could sleep it off; she couldn’t think of anyone else worth eating.
Following the tail of blood, Koi eventually stumbled into the bedroom. Gutsy opened an eye and smiled at her.
“Gutsy, I don’t know if you’re aware of it, but you got some blood on your cock.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s Skit’s.”
“Skitter’s?”
“Yeah, Skitter’s. ”
Koi flashed an approving smile at Gutsy. “I’m guessin’ she’s nothin’ but cum now?”
“M-hm!” Gutsy hefted her nads in the air for emphasis before dropping them back down on the bed.
“You gonna scoot over and let me on?” Gutsy took up, like, all of the bed.
“Nnnngh, fiiiine.” Gutsy rolled over until she was up against the wall. “That better?”
“Yeah.” Koi sat on the edge of the bed beside Gutsy, her tail flopping onto the sinner’s egg-stuffed breasts. She took a moment to savor the feeling of the sheets on her plush posterior, the first truly soft and cushiony thing she’d sat on the entire day since she’d gotten kicked out of the city. Satisfied, she bent over and took the folded skin of her sack in her hands, hefting it onto the bed with a grunt.
Both of them were positively smothered by Koi’s junk. Their heads were free but Gutsy could barely breathe with the weight on her chest.
“M-miss, I don’t think this’ll work…!” she gasped.
“...I’m startin’ to think you’re right. Urgh, hold on...” Koi rolled back out of bed and left the room once, dragging her junk across the roof once more.

Indigo had managed to hoist Haplynn onto the counter. It was as good a place as any to dig through her entrails. Luckily, the rabbit was still unconscious, though she was looking mighty pale at this point, underneath her tawny fur. Indigo ducked down into the basement, emerging with a bundle of cloth. It was dirty and might give Haplynn an infection, but it was the best she had as far as bandages went.
All Indigo had to do was to slip her claws around the stinger and gently pull it free without bringing anything that belonged inside Haplynn out alongside it. She softly tugged on it a couple times, getting a feel for its curve, before deciding on an angle. Her hands slid down around its sides. She didn’t feel any tears or ruptures. Skitter must have missed anything vital.
Indigo took a deep breath and pulled. As the stinger unhooked, she heard a popping sound where its removal created a vacuum and the intestines clapped together to fill it. Soon, it was out of Haplynn’s body altogether. Indigo broke off the barb, the stinger snapping with a noise akin to a wooden pencil breaking in half, and tossed the meaty bit, venom sac still inside, down her throat.
She was in the middle of binding the wound with the bandage rags when she heard a series of slapping sounds and grunts to her right. They sped up and slowed down at a steady rate. When they stopped altogether, Koi turned the corner again.
“Yo, blue-scales!” she shouted. The fact her own scales were blue was lost on her. “Mind helpin’ me empty these?” Koi thrust against the air, sending ripples through her cum-laden jewels.
Indigo pointed at Haplynn’s body with a look of irritation on her face and got back to work. Koi came closer, not wholly understanding what Indigo meant.
“Nice patch-job,” she commented, thinking she was asked to take a look.
Indigo smiled. She wanted to convey “I can’t right now because I’m treating Haplynn” but this worked, too. She pointed at Koi and gestured for her to come in.
Koi had to turn to the side and fit one ball through the gift shop door at a time. Indigo pointed to Haplynn’s legs before slipping her hands around the bunny’s neck and grabbing her between the shoulders. Koi understood this perfect, taking the patient by the legs.
Together, they descended the wide spiral staircase leading to the basement. They made it as far as the hall to the kitchen before Koi declared, “I ain’t gonna be able to fit any farther.”
Indigo nodded in understanding and took Haplynn in her arms once more. She weighed just a little bit less without the stinger in her. It was a gruelling march to their erstwhile jailer’s bed, but Indigo made it, laying the rabbit gently down on the bed, stained black by Poppy’s dried milk.
When Indigo emerged, she almost immediately clambered onto Koi, who had taken a seat on one of the makeshift beds. Before Koi could initiate a humorous, one-way dialogue, Indigo slammed her flower down upon its length, her cervix yielding to its girth without struggle. The lizardess took a moment to secure her arms and legs around Koi before cuing her to go with a nod.
Koi had been taken by surprise by the eagerness of lizardess-she-only-knew-as-Blue-Scales, but she quickly took charge, gripping the slender lizardess by her shoulders and pounding away at her like she was a fleshlight. Every plunge felt like heaven, the way she’d been teasing her cock with so many meals. Every nerve pulsed. Every vein throbbed.
It just wasn’t good enough for Indigo. She had standards and Koi just wouldn’t meet them. So, reaffirming her grip, she took to bouncing herself up and down opposite of the way Koi moved, dropping down when Koi thrust up and vice-versa. That was better.
It didn’t take long at all for the floodgates of Koi’s loins to fall open. Indigo’s belly swelled up like a water balloon, Koi a panting mess as she plastered the lizard’s womb. That cavity took in gallon after gallon of hot spunk and cum-soaked bones. Neither could be certain, but they were also pretty sure the felt the croc’s eggs forced into the womb, too.
The two were stuck for the better half of a minute. Koi’s jewels had shrunk back down to the peaches they were before while Indigo’s belly looked like she’d been to a really wild party, cervix clenched tight around Koi’s rod. When Koi pulled herself free from the lizardess, who was forced to lie on her back from the mass of her belly, the opening to Indigo’s womb sealed up airtight, before even a single drop of seed could escape.
Koi barely had the energy to move her head, let alone her body. She sat still for several minutes before she observed a stirring in Indigo’s body. Holy shit, her gut was already shrinking. Even after Koi regained her stamina, a process expedited by the traces of Poppy’s milk still in her, she couldn’t help but stare in amazement.
Several minutes passed, each one stripping Indigo of tens of pounds of her burden. When it was all over, she had a bulge maybe as large as a particularly small sinner in her. She grinned upon seeing Koi’s look of disbelief and spread her legs, inviting her to fill her up again.
Enticing as Koi found the offer, she had a Gutsy to attend to. “I’d love to, ma’am; I really would, but I gotta pass. Gutsy’s prob’ly waitin’ on me.” Koi moved to get up, but paused. “‘Less you’d like to join us?~”
Indigo shook her head and pointed towards the kitchen. She had bandages to change. The lizardess got to her feet with her fingers thrust up her slit and headed off, leaving Koi to do the same, minus the masturbation.
Indigo slunk back into the barracks once Koi was gone and made off with a makeshift bed, setting it up nearby Haplynn and sitting vigilant against the wall. She wasn’t much of a sleeper, anyways.

When Koi finally flopped into bed, Gutsy was already half asleep and buried under the covers. Koi took the role of the big spoon and wrapped her arms around the dreaming scorpion, soon drifting off to sleep herself. The bed felt fucking wonderful.

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Finally done editing! Next chapter: Chapter 5: The Saint & the Heathens

[Slayerhero90]

Small chapter today. Didn't fit in with the plans for the rest of the chapter.

Chapter 5: Dreamy Interlude

F/F Oral Vore (Non-Fatal), Graphic Transformation

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As the night went on, Koi learned what it truly meant to share a bed with an active sleeper. She’d gotten maybe an hour of sleep in before the first of her rude awakenings, courtesy of the entirety of Gutsy’s upper body, catapulted onto her breasts. Koi wasn’t that well-endowed in the breast department-- at least, last she’d checked-- but its still hurt to have the mammarie tissue she did have smashed up against her ribcage.
And it was damn sudden, too-- Koi’d thought she was under attack. She didn’t learn otherwise ‘til she’d put the vices of her hands around Gutsy and parted her lips swallow her whole and realized the sinner lay perfectly limp on her chest.
In as irritated a tone as she could muster, Koi demanded Gutsy get off her, but that garnered no response. Nor did sharply hissing the scorpion’s name to get her attention. With a disgruntled sigh, Koi hoisted the scorpion’s form back onto her side of the bed, the girl landing like a very tight sack of scrawny potatoes. Gutsy still did not wake.
And unfortunately for Koi, not a minute later, her bedmate began writhing again, though at least this time her elbows and knees weren’t colliding with anything sensitive. On that note, Koi couldn’t figure out if not having had some fun with that indigo lizardess and keeping her gonads a-sloshing with fish cum ‘fore she went to bed would’ve made sleeping with Gutsy infinitely more tolerable or horrendously worse. Would the weight of her stones have kept Gutsy still or would they just take the brunt of the scorpion’s tossing and turning? No way of knowing now.
Koi’s sleepless torture continued on for what must’ve been like thirty goddamn minutes, Gutsy continuing to thrash about in her sleep and Koi trying to mitigate how much that affected her, shoring up the divide between the two with shirt-hewn pillows and folds of skirts turned into blankets, ‘til Koi finally fell back asleep.
But that was short-lived. Koi was awake again after maybe an hour, groggy as all hell and feeling that sting in her eyes, that foul taste in her mouth, that uncertainty of who and where she was that all come from sleep cut way too short.
A knee to her side was all she needed to get yanked back into reality. The grim reality was, Gutsy showed no signs of stopping. Hell, it felt like every time she hit Koi’s body, the impact got harder and harder. Gutsy didn’t have much softness to her to begin with, but as time went on, Koi got a sense the girl’s elbows were slowly getting more rigid, like a plastic shell.
Or like carapace.

Whilst Koi suffered in her unwilling wakefulness, Gutsy had been enduring her own agony, trapped inside her dreams. Technically speaking, dream singular would be the more accurate word because it was the same damn dream, looping over and over again, rarely interrupted by a fragment of awakening before her body sent her back to sleep.
There were only two other experiences she could compare this to. The first, and fainter in Gutsy’s mind, was back when she’d have fever dreams on occasion, centuries ago, back when her immune system plaintively permitted sickness into her body, before the fungus had sculpted it into an unobstructive machine powerful enough to annihilate any pre-forest contagion that had deluded itself into thinking it could find a foothold in her body.
Gutsy was far more intimately familiar with the other of the familiar sensations. In fact, it troubled her every time she went to sleep without jacking away the arousal accumulated throughout her waking hours beforehand. Whenever she’d neglect to do so, she’d be caught just like she was now: debilitatingly horny, unable to wake up, and forced to experience the same damn dream over and over and over again until her body gave up on resting.
But there was one difference. Agonizingly turned-on wasn’t the only thing she felt this time. Each and every one of her extremities throbbed with twin pains that bled towards her core. One was an ache that dug at her bones like a dentist’s hook, scraping slivers away like ornamentations of plaque, leaving what remained fatigued and weak. She was convinced, in the rare moments she could actually think a single goddamn thing, that the muscles in charge her limbs and tail would snap her bones in half were they to tug on their anchors in any fashion.
Oh, but she couldn’t keep them still. She couldn’t see in her dream what chiseled her bones away, but she had front-row seats to the other pain’s representation. She witnessed plates of metal form from beads of oil on her skin and grow to encase her limbs. At first, the only sensation inflicted upon her by the process was that of uncomfortable tightness around the affected areas, like each had been caught in a throat with a hyperactive gag-reflex. And it urged her to fight her restraints even though she had none, every elbow, knee, and tail-club slung with wild abandon at her surroundings proving the reality of her situation to what still remained of her sapient mind.
But the impulse was unwavering. It played on the lower bands of her mind no matter how many times she demonstrated she had no need of freeing herself. And the dream started taking longer to loop. The metal plates were allowed to get thicker and farther up her arms and legs, tightening until she felt the throbbing sensation of her circulation getting cut off and her digits going numb, one by one, like LEDs blinking off, the silent indicators of a machine much larger than themselves gradually shutting down.
Eventually, she couldn’t feel her extremities at all. She had to know they were still there. She had to. And the only way she could tell was by moving them. Sometimes the impact against whatever lay around her travelled into her shoulders and hips, where the numbness hadn’t yet decided to progress. In fact, the spreading pains seemed to cap off there, going no further. Even in her dreams, the thickening sheet of metal never conquered her breasts or her ass or her crotch.

Koi had had enough. Gutsy was on a one-way trip to belly-town. Koi had bound Gutsy against her stomach with one arm and cupped one of her ass-cheeks with the other, slowly pushing the crown of the squirming scorpioness’s head through the fish’s parted lips. Her skin tasted faintly of fish-butt on her tongue-- surprise, surprise-- and more strongly of poppyseed. Poppy’s milk must’ve soaked into her pores or something.
Eventually, Koi worked her bedmate’s head and neck through the pair of her jaws and reached her shoulders. Gutsy’s arms had taken on a smoothness to their surfaces that Koi’s mouth could feel better than her arms. The transformation must have started, though Koi couldn’t tell if Gutsy had finished changing or not. She could tell, though, that they didn’t taste salty like the rest of her skin did. They didn’t really have any taste to them. Maybe there was a hit of blood, but otherwise, it was like eating plastic.
Felt like it in her throat, too, as her esophageal muscles constricted around the sinner to swallow her down. Koi wasn’t a fan of this carapace. Her arms were just too immalleable. When swallowing down bare-skinned chicks, especially the meaty ones, their forms contorted somewhat to fit her throat. Same with smoother-scaled and furred gals. Larger scales put up some resistance but still, the flesh underneath was more than happy to give way to Koi’s muscles. This chitin, though? It refused any diplomacy between her throat and the muscle underneath.
Koi encountered the same issue with Gutsy’s legs and tail, when her maw got past the sinner’s egg-filled breasts and Skitter-swollen testes. Her tail had grown a great deal and become partitioned into segments, too. Koi didn’t really count the segments, but there were at least six. They made it even harder to clench her throat around Gutsy. On the bright side, Gutsy could probably bonk someone on the head over the shoulder now, if she wanted to.
Koi thought to check for a stinger at the end, but didn’t really want a tongue full of venom.
Our questant loosed a burp as her late night snack slid down her throat and curled up inside her stomach. This was so much better. The tightness of her stomach wall turned every would-be impact into a gentle jostle that almost put Koi back to sleep before she was done.
She had one last thing to do. She’d learned a technique to ensure the safety of a stomach occupant from someone else in the city. She just needed to relax. Putting one hand on the left side of her belly-bulge and the other near the top, she pushed. The push was met with resistance. Koi breathed in deep and tried again. The resistance was weaker now. Soon, Koi felt something pop deep inside her swollen gut and she knew Gutsy was safe. Her body’d take over from here.
What Koi’d learned was that she could shunt her meal through her pyloric sphincter prematurely, sparing her the acid bath. It was an easier task with larger meals. She’d learned the trick from a fruit smuggler she’d met while fixing a tower-farm’s irrigation. Apparently, there were measures in place to prevent workers from making off with the harvests, namely cavity checks and pressing against the belly to check for hardness. The smuggler explained that, although swallowing and quickly digesting fruit when the overseers were looking away kept her fed when the job couldn’t make ends meet, she didn’t get to savor their sweetness. Unfortunately for the smuggler, she had to figure out how to do this with fruit much smaller than the average city-dweller’s body. Fortunately, the smuggler had enough hereditary bulk to her build she could hide things as big as oranges away without the noticeable hard spot. Eventually, the practice got her far enough she could control what got pushed along and what stayed, get things as small as grapes through, and even do it hands-free with nothing her abdominal muscles.
Koi hadn’t practiced the ability to the extent the smuggler had. She’d just purchased watermelons and kept at it with them until she could reliably coax them through seconds after swallowing them. She went through a number of watermelons before she’d loosened the sphincter that much, though.
Didn’t take long for our questant to build up the confidence to try it with a friend of hers. Her friend had reservations about the idea but Koi persuaded her with a demonstration, this time with a pumpkin she’d planned on having the friend make a couple pies out of. It was a massive fucking fruit, bigger than her friend. Needless to say, her friend survived, not a single burn on her body and instilled with a desire to learn the technique as Koi had. The pie was fucking delicious, too.
Before Koi could descend into another anecdote, she found her train of thought rapidly derailing to the point where she couldn’t remember anything she was just thinking about and barely knew what she was thinking about now. All that mattered was that Gutsy lay in the coils of Koi’s small intestine and our questant could finally get some sleep, dozing off in short order and staying asleep.

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Short, but there's lore to be found in them there hills.

[Scion]

I think gutsy belongs inside koi


nice read! didn't expect 3 chapters so quickly!

[Slayerhero90]

More like 2.2 chapters, but don't expect me to be this efficient all the time. When Banshee Prime comes out, I'm prolly gonna be spending less time on this, for example.

Also, question: In the FAQ it says i need the completed story to get a gallery. Can exceptions be made if it's chapter-based like this?

[Slayerhero90]

putting this on hold while i get my sleep schedule back in order. shouldn't be too long

[Scion]

lol

warframe will do that to you


I always found waking up early at the time you want to wake up at.. even if it's an hour or two of sleep fixes it way faster than staying up or trying to go to bed early.

[Slayerhero90]

I know it's taking a while but Chapter 6 is on its way. In retrospect, I prolly shoulda paired it with Chapter 5, but mistakes will be made. Sorry for the long wait!

[Aickavon12]

A good fun read

[Slayerhero90]

Chapter 6: Lazy Morning

F/F Anal Vore (Non-Fatal), Bones-Only Disposal

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Something poked Koi’s arm, sharp as the prick of a pin. All Koi did to retaliate was let out an irritated grunt and a shuffle away from whatever had prodded at her. Undeterred, the point jabbed at her arm again, leading Koi to curl her lips into a grimace and back away even further, brushing up against the wall. When that failed to keep her out of the needle’s reach, Koi half-assedly growled and batted a half-limp arm at the source of her vexation.
A pair of clawed hands locked around it, stopping its flight. Koi’s eyes shot open and her other arm came a-swinging before she could even see her irritant-turned-threat. She had a not-dying streak to keep up, after all, and she just remembered where the hell she was.
Indigo surrendered the first limb swung her way in order to duck below the second. A snort puffed through her nostrils, expressing something between surprise, amusement, and concession; it wasn’t the smartest way to wake the city-dweller up, but it sure as hell was funny.
Koi took a second to catch her breath; in her shocked state, she’d inadvertently bottled it up in her lungs and let it go stale inside. Once she’d eased the burden on her alveoli, Koi found the air to hiss forth a warning of, “Don’t fuckin’ startle me like that again, blue-scales!”, to which Indigo silently nodded in acknowledgement.
Koi loosed an exasperated sigh whilst Indigo slunk away from the bed. The lizardess leaned against the wall and stared at Koi, some hint of expectancy apparent in the purse of her lips and the slight cock of her hairless brow. Koi stared back for a minute, trying to figure out what she wanted, before giving up, shutting her eyes, and attempting to go back to sleep.
The slap of bare feet, accompanied by the softest click of claws, against the concrete floor informed Koi she wouldn’t be getting anymore. When she opened her eyes, Indigo loomed tremendously above her, poking finger primed and ready.
“Why,” was the only form of comprehensible utterance Koi could think to make, spoken in the most drowsy of monotones.
Indigo responded by gesturing (with her non-poking hand) to the skinny, wraithlike beams of light slipping through the window. It was either really late in the morning or really early in the afternoon and both were really good times to wake up.
Agitation grappled with tiredness for the tone of Koi’s voice. “I can’t fuckin’ sleep in?”
Indigo shook her head.
“Why not?”
Again to the window. Gosh, Koi, she just showed you five seconds ago!
Koi sat up, pulling her legs free of the covers and dangling them over the edge of the bed. A draft of cool air whipped around her calves. Indigo had left the door wide open. “Ain’t like I’m in a hurry,” she replied, palm planted against her cheek and fingertips scraping the crust from her eye.
Indigo shrugged and turned to leave the room before swivelling back around and casting a glance at Koi’s clearly sinner-laden belly.
“It’s Gutsy. She’s alright. Just...” Trailing off, Koi leaned back and groaned towards the heavens, remembering what provoked Gutsy’s devourment.
Indigo tilted her head in inquiry and strode over to the side of the bed once more.
“You wouldn’t fuckin’ believe how much she tossed and turned last night.”
Sibilant laughter whistled past Indigo’s teeth and the lizardess rolled her chessylite eyes, shook her head, and raised a hand, her ring and little fingers ever so slightly curled as if to say, “I’mma stop you there.”
Before Koi could protest the gesture, Indigo directed our questant’s attention to her entire body with one swooping gesture. Turning to the side, Indigo touched the tips of her claws against the underside of her chin, about an inch from her throat, and wrapped the other hand around the base of her whiplike tail. Both hands gestured outwards from her body, gliding along the lengths of the indicated parts.
Koi put her best guess forward. “Your tail and snout used to be shorter..?”
Indigo levelled her hand over the ground and rolled it back and forth. Koi was close, but not quite right.
Our questant’s palm shifted on her cheek, fingers dialing back to tap the angle of her jaw in thought, while Indigo repeated her display, slower this time. “You… didn’t always have ‘em?”, Koi guessed, after a minute of silent contemplation.
Indigo nodded, a smile of approval on her lips. Next, she flopped into bed beside Koi, to the latter’s perplexity, first feigning sleep, before tugging her lips to the corners of her lower jaw, baring her teeth, and writhing around in mock-agony.
This one was easy. “You transformed in your sleep like Gutsy did and it wasn’t pleasant for you, either.” There wasn’t even the slightest hint of uncertainty in Koi’s words.
The lizardess grinned in confirmation and pointed a finger-gun at Koi before sitting up and scooting overs towards the headboard. Koi pulled her legs back onto the mattress and turned to face Indigo.
Koi was about to ask Indigo why exactly she was still in bed with her when the lizardess pointed to Koi and patted her own belly.
“Gutsy?”
Indigo nodded.
“What about her?”
Indigo’s hand answered with a four-finger beckon towards Koi.
“Oh, you want her out?”
Indigo nodded.
“Can do.”
Koi rolled onto her belly, putting a great deal of her weight upon the sinner inside. It wasn’t long before Koi felt a stirring in her bowels. Before Gutsy could get comfortable again and fall back asleep like Koi would’ve expected of herself, Koi smacked the imprint of the scorpioness’s posterior, provoking a muffled yelp from the sinner.
“Um…! I-- Wh--!”, Gutsy stammered.
“Mornin’, Gutsy.”
“Oh, uh, good morning… Um, am I in..?”
“Yeah.” Koi whistled. “It was the only way to get you to stop movin’.” Koi whistled. “If I’d’ve known you’d thrash about so much I’d’ve just eaten you before try’na go to sleep.”
“Sorry...” Overnight, Gutsy’d been leisurely rolled along and deposited almost mouth-to-mouth against the interior angle of Koi’s backdoor, where the tube was tightest. The sinner stretched out as much as she could in her confines, arms struggling to push past her head.
“You’ll be doin’ all your sleepin’ in me in the future.”
Indigo snickered.
“Anyways, let’s get you outta there. You gonna crawl out or do I gotta-- hhnk!” Gutsy’s elbow had kneaded at Koi’s prostate, cutting in on Koi’s speech and shooting spine-curling pleasure up her body. She hadn’t even recovered when Gutsy’s hands burst through the now-relaxed pucker and scrabbled for purchase. Unfortunately for the sinner, Koi’s plush, fish-scaled rump was a mite slick for her new, much smoother fingertips.
Indigo smirked at Gutsy’s struggle before eventually taking pity on the girl; she couldn’t do this on her own and Koi clearly enjoyed this too much to be useful at any capacity. Indigo took Gutsy’s wrists in her hands, propped a foot against Koi’s perineum, and tugged on her fellow woodswoman like she would a shovel stuck in the mud.
Koi’s rear end rippled around Gutsy, the seals around her late-night snack’s skin popping and sealing back up in a series of rapid thlips. Gutsy came flying from Koi’s rear end and smacked face-first into Indigo’s snout before the latter could duck out of the way. Finger-bones that had stuck to the Gutsy’s skin got knocked off by the impact. Gutsy settled, whimpering, on top of Indigo’s toppled-over body, while Indigo rubbed at her new facial bruise. Koi rolled over to look at the two, curious to know what exactly was going on behind her gaping asshole.
Seeing Gutsy post-transformation for the first time threw Koi’s still-slightly-sleep-addled mind for a loop. She tensed up as though she’d woken up to a perfect stranger in bed with her. Instead of that walnutwood skin all over her arms, legs, and tail, her limbs were wrapped in a gleaming carapace of deep, vivid fuchsia, somewhere between blackberry and raspberry. Her nails on her hands and feet had curled into downward spikes like the tips of arthropods’ legs and her tail coiled around her waist, easily long enough to loom over her head if so she pleased. There was no stinger at the end, just what looked to be a meaty snatch awled into the club, yet when Koi looked closer at the hole, she noticed traces of some pastel-mint residue between the folds, which her intuition led her to believe was venom.
Gutsy’d clasped around her mouth to ease the stinging pain of her impact. She dropped the hand so she could smile at Koi but winced as the skin of her lip stretched. A smear of blood shone on her chin and the palm of her hand.
Koi was quick to ask if Gutsy was alright.
“Uh… yeah. Think”-- another twinge of pain-- “so!”
“Alrighty then...” Skepticism curled her brow but it wasn’t important enough to linger on. “Y’know, I must say, hon’, besides the bleedin’ from the mouth bit, you’re lookin’ damn fine.”
“Thanks!” Gutsy beamed with pride before looking herself over now that she was in the light. “Wow, you’re right! I actually am!” Clenching her hands into fists and bringing them up in front of her collarbone, she gleefully wiggled her body.
“Credit where credit’s due. Now, I’m wonderin’, do you got a stinger underneath that tail-pussy?” Koi wasn’t sure that was the scientific name but it was the best she could come up with.
Gutsy brought the tip of her tail before her eyes. “I’m… not sure. If I got one, I don’t know how to, uh, get it out yet.” She furrowed her brows in concentration, but whatever she was willing her body to do didn’t come to fruition.
“You tried squeezin’ it? Like toothpaste?”, Koi suggested.
“Not yet...” Gutsy wrapped her hands around the bulb at the end and applied as much pressure as they could exert, but the chitin wouldn’t yield.
Gutsy was sorely disappointed. A stinger was, like, top of her list for scorpion parts she wanted; more than the chitin with such gemlike lustre, more than the eight legs, centauresque lower body, or the menacing pincer-arms. Hell, she wouldn’t’ve even minded having a venomless sting so long as she could trick people into thinking she did. But here it looked like just the opposite; a venom sac without a means of injection. Her tail dropped limply to the side, cast away like rotten fruit, while the sinner herself frowned and flopped back down on Indigo.
Indigo, however, had rolled over towards the edge of the bed specifically so Gutsy’d have room to lay down beside her. So much for Gutsy taking the hint. Gutsy didn’t even come close to knocking the wind out of her, but a grunt did emerge from the lizardess’s mouth. Indigo slipped her palms underneath her fellow woodswoman and shunted her, another grunt following suit, onto the mattress beside her.
“Oof!” Gutsy landed squarely on her tits and face.
Koi smirked at her traveling companion before kicking her legs back over the side of the bed. “Hey,” she began, “I’m gonna excuse myself now, alright? Steph-I-think-her-name-was wants out, if you catch my drift, and I don’t intend to keep her waitin’ any longer.”
“Okie dokie!”, Gutsy replied. Indigo nodded.
“Feel free to get all the eggs and clothes and so on out. When y’all’re done, I’ll be in the room in the basement with all the clothes.” With that, Koi stood up and strolled out the door.

Koi’d understated how much Steph’s headless skeleton wanted out. The moment she was through the threshold, her pace doubled. She didn’t wanna just dump the bones out on the roof. It was a mite too chilly for that. Instead, she’d set her sights on the room in which she ate Steph up in the first place.
Our questant was halfway down the staircase to the foyer when she felt something slip between her cheeks and clatter to the floor. It felt like a rib but she didn’t stop to see if she was right, just cursed the stairs and the way they changed her gait under her breath.
A couple more chunks of bone pushed their way out on the next stairwell. They weren’t long bones; they probably came from the palms and feet. Each clack against the bare concrete echoed through the barracks as the pieces of Steph rolled like dice. Koi didn’t linger long in the room; she had momentum on her side and no intention of shedding it.
As such, she just about bowled over a certain leporid sinner, but she made it to Steph’s room with most of the skeleton still inside her. Koi flopped back-first on top of the softest-looking pile of rags and let a calcium flood loose upon the filthy concrete floor. All the tension that had accumulated in Koi as she attempted to hold it in faded from her body while everything that hadn’t hitched a ride on Gutsy or snuck out en route poured forth in one sustained rush of bone.
Koi actually failed to notice when Haplynn entered the room, arms folded in front of her chest and bandages wrapped around her waist. She got our questant’s attention with a, “Please at least try to watch where you’re going.”
All that tension came rushing back to the startled Koi. Her pucker clenched shut tighter than any snare, snapping a femur that’d only made it halfway out clean in half. The force of the fracture flung the unobstructed fragment against the opposite wall, cracking the epiphysis in half.
“The hell is it with y’all and startlin’ the shit outta me?!” Her arms, raised beside her head, jittered to stress her point.
An invisible hook pulled the corner of Haplynn’s mouth back as far as it could go, baring her gums and dull teeth. She stuck to that disapproving half-grimace for less than a second before speaking up. “Excuse me? You’re not the one who almost got run over out of the blue by twenty-five miles per hour of fish-fat ten seconds ago.”
Koi took on a curt tone, even if she didn’t alter her diction that much. “I apologize, then. I think you can understand why I ran past you like that.”
“Right. Insincere apology accepted, I guess. Have you seen Indigo?”
“She’s upstairs with Gutsy. Now couldja let me shit in peace?”
Haplynn gave a lacklustre nod and shuffled back down the hall. When Koi could finally no longer hear the fall of her interruptor’s padded feet, she allowed her body to relax once more.
She’d almost been done extruding Steph’s bones before Haplynn stepped in but the shattering of Steph’s femur shunted the half that she’d yet to push out rocketing back up her colon, bringing every bone that was to follow up along with it. It’d take a moment for them to drift back down.
In the meantime, Koi wondered how her fishstick fared in the wake of the previous night. She’d hoped the effects of the naga’s venom had at least somewhat subsided. Her gaze fell to her member, stood at attention before her. It looked… a little smaller. Maybe an inch down from the foot and a half it was last night? Maybe Koi was just seeing things. Either way, it was still nearly twice the size it should be and Koi still felt that subtle, gnawing pseudo-hunger in the tube-work of her peach-sized testes. It wasn’t like the agitating gnaw of teeth so much as the evocative gnaw of a cello’s bow against its strings.
Koi had to force herself to stop thinking about the feeling. It was just too strange of a sensation and she was getting a headache. Besides, the rest of Steph was pawing at the door and Koi had to let her out.
A minute or so passed before the last metacarpal popped out, settling in the fossa of a shoulder blade. Koi was empty once more and it felt fantastic. She could get used to this lifestyle.
Her stomach sank. Was she really getting acclimated to this? Was she really forgetting how deep the shit she was in was already? That got good folk like her killed. Koi scrambled to her feet whilst the fungal growths in the damp corners of the ceiling puffed spores oppressively down upon her, just to drill in the fact that if she lingered too long, she’d become nothing but another sinner in the woods.
She needed to get back on the road. The sooner she got to traveling again, the better her chance of finding permanent shelter or a breathing mask or even spore-proof clothes.
Koi wasn’t gonna leave without Gutsy, though. Our questant may’ve taken a liking to the sinner, but Gutsy had also proven very useful to have around. She was an extra pair of hands and eyes and she hadn’t crossed Koi yet, though Koi was aware how dangerous it was to trust so quickly. At the very least, Gutsy seemed meek enough to serve as a distraction in a pinch.
Something large and padded slammed into Koi’s gut, breaking her stride. Or rather, Koi slammed into it. She wasn’t quite looking where she was going. Something fleshy whumped against the ground and groaned.
Haplynn fired off before Koi could get a word in. “Okay, I told you to watch where you’re going, right? That was something I told you, right? I didn’t just imagine I did that?” She leaned forwards-- though she was half a foot shorter than Koi, she certainly thought she could intimidate the fish before her-- while her bandages strained to keep a humanoid form from spilling out.
Koi was about to go right back off on Haplynn but restrained herself from escalating further once she saw Gutsy pulling herself to her feet beside the rabbit. Shutting her mouth, she sighed through her nose, shook her head, and answered, “You did, ma’am, and I apologize. I was coming up to fetch Gutsy anyways.”
“Well, she’s here.” Haplynn gestured to the woman in question and she waved, still mostly prone against the ground.
“That certainly simplifies things.” Koi turned to face her companion, helping her up as she spoke. “Hey, Gutsy, I’m expeditin’ the process of gettin’ outta here. We’re gonna make our lootin’ session quick.”
“Fine by me!”
“Hey,” Haplynn said, turning to leave. “If it still means anything to you two, Indigo and I do appreciate being freed. Just to let you know.”
“Y’all’re welcome.”
“Anyways, we’ll hold the place down until Poppy gets back.” Having said her piece, Haplynn departed.

“C’mon, Gutsy.”
The two stepped back into Steph’s room, back into the shower of spores. Koi was quick to start rummaging through the nearest pile of rags, the crook of her elbow over her mouth and nose to keep the dust out, while Gutsy stood in place, not really certain what Koi was looking for and not particularly interested in finding anything for hereself. Muffled, Koi asked, “Where’s the clothes I gave you?”
“Oh, um, they’re still up my butt a little ways.” Gutsy’s belly still bulged with Poppy’s bones and the clothing they’d already looted.
“Could swear I told you to get ‘em out.” Before Gutsy could reply and say she did, Koi flug a pair of sandals her way. They landed right where she’d’ve been standing if she hadn’t jumped back. “Try those on.”
“...What for?” Gutsy sat down to slide them over her feet. They were a little oversized for her and tattered as all hell but they wouldn’t just fall off her feet without some effort.
“Don’t your feet get tired?”
“Well, yeah, I think so. But I don’t really do a lot of walking.”
“Well, the way I see it, you’re prob’ly gonna start soon. I haven’t done this much walkin’ in a while, either, and I’m still feelin’ yesterday’s hike. I can’t walk forever, y’know.”
“I, uh, don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you...”
Koi took a moment to gather her words. “That ain’t what I meant. I’m not saying I trust you enough to let you eat me in any fashion right now, but perhaps, down the line...”
Gutsy blushed. “Oh-oh, um, sure! Yes! I’m into that!” The words came out like a drunk tumbling from a car door.
“But again, that ain’t happenin’ anytime soon. Anyways, the sandals fit?”
“Y-yeah. They fit.”
“Good. I don’t think we’ll find anything else useful in this trash heap, so let’s get going.” With that, Koi took Gutsy by the hand and led her up to the foyer above.

Neither Indigo nor Haplynn were encountered as Koi and Gutsy made their way to the main doors. Koi held her arm out at the entrance and stopped her companion from leaving the building. “Can you get the clothes out, now? I wanna minimize spore contact to my skin out there,” she reasoned.
Gutsy nodded. “Yeah, gimme a sec.” The sinner dropped to a squat against the wall and pushed, nibbling her lip in concentration. She had so little fat over her stomach Koi could see the contents stirring herself, even if she couldn’t make individual parts out.
Soon, everything Gutsy’d eaten the previous night came rushing out, clattering on the aged linoleum. Now there was a surprise. Koi hadn’t anticipated that Poppy’s bones, too, would be black, but in retrospect, of course they would. So many facets of the dignified sinner intrigued Koi. She wondered-- even hoped-- that she might find someone as unusual as Poppy in these woods.
Koi kneeled down to pick through the pile, snatching up Hellene’s footwear and ogling them in her hands. No large holes in the socks and the jackboots looked about her size. They actually fit her pretty well once she threw them on, all things considered. Next, she draped the mantelet back over her shoulders, shield most of her upper body from the elements once more.
When Koi stood up without paying any mind to the corset, Gutsy asked, pointing to the neglected piece, “What about that?”
“I got eatin’ to do and that’ll just get in the way. It’s yours if you want it, though. I think you’d look cute in it, if it fit ya.” Koi snorted. “You’d have to put some weight on first, though.”
“Eh, I’m fine.” Still squatting, Gutsy lifted her head to face Koi. “Hey, miss?”
“Hm?”
Gutsy poked her index fingers together as she spoke. “Are you gonna force me to walk or can I, uh, just, you know... ride inside you?”
Koi cocked her head back, a smirk on her lips. She chuckled and sauntered over to the gift shop counter, bending over, lifting her tailfin back, and wiggling her posterior invitingly. Craning her head to face Gutsy, she smiled and replied, “Take a guess, hon’.~”
The sinner grinned wide and scrambled to her feet, her eyes bright with several kilowatts of excitement and a healthy sheen of lust. Six inches of scorpion stood eagerly erect before Gutsy’s stomach, a bead of pre already posted at the tip. The bead was broken by a pair of kicked-off sandals crammed down the cock.
Gutsy burst into a full-on dash. Considering just how short the distance she’d have to traverse was, her speed seemed more than wildly unnecessary to Koi. Our questant braced for impact.
Gutsy jumped at the last second and fell into alignment with the horizontal axis. She was gonna fucking dropkick her way into Koi’s asshole. Koi didn’t even have time to flinch. It took every ounce of control in her body just to keep from clenching her pucker tight-as-can-be and amplifying fuck-fold the pain she’d imminently endure.
Thank god Gutsy’d remembered to curl her newly-clawed toes and thank her again that Gutsy’s feet didn’t outright miss their target, didn’t bend the underside of Koi’s tail into an angle it was never meant for or stomp her perineum in. That ain’t to say it wasn’t still a world of pain for Koi, who issued forth a throaty, guttural bellow through clenched teeth to dull the throb.
It was over in less than a second, not that Koi’d know from the way her pucker ached. The pain was severe enough she had to just drop down from her lean and slump against the wall until it passed.
“Goddamnit, Gutsy, why-- what the fuck?!” was all she could say.
“Sorry, I just...”
“Dear lord-- You just what?!” Koi could barely complete a single thought.
“I wanted to be able to, um, breathe.” Gutsy wriggled a little deeper as she spoke.
“Breathe?!”
“I-I mean, I could! Just, um, it was butt air.”
Sense started coming back to Koi as the pain faded. “You coulda fuckin’ told me you wanted to go in feet-first! Goddamn! We coulda worked somethin’ out!”
“Sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry...” There was an element of genuine remorse in Gutsy’s voice, as though it actually mattered to her that she’d hurt Koi. It was enough to calm Koi down a notch.
Koi took a deep breath after every punctuation. “Alright. Alright. In the future? Communication. Do it.” Koi kicked her head back in relief as the last of the agony left her body. “Yeesh...”
Gutsy didn’t have anything else to say for herself. She just curled up inside Koi’s colon and stayed silent while our questant picked herself up off the ground.
It was time to get back on the road.

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We've finally gotten to what was originally intended to be chapter 3. Been stewing for a goddamn month now.

[Slayerhero90]

If and when I do get a gallery here, I'll probably go back and edit parts of these chapters some more. Fix up early-installment weirdness and rewrite it some in a different voice. So it might be worth rereading the existing chapters whenever that happens.

[Slayerhero90]

Alright, the rough draft of Chapter 7 is complete. But I have a gallery now, so things are gonna go a little different than they have been.

- I will be editing the chapters already published one-by-one and posting them in my gallery.
- Chapters 5 and 6 will be merged into a single Chapter 5, so Chapter 6 in my gallery will be what would've been Chapter 7 if I had waited to get a gallery.
- After Chapter 7/6 is published in my gallery, I will attempt to begin another, separate series. I am not going to stop detailing Koi & Gutsy's pursuits in the Sporewoods, just alternating my load so I don't burn out on one concept.
- I will probably stop updating this thread.

The ride has only begun.

[Scion]

Awesome man!