"You low-rent Ibuki knockoff, when I get out of here you're SO FUCKING DEAD" swore Maki. Trisha was concerned the assassin just might make good on that threat, but she couldn't show it. She was currently locking eyes with a girl who could only be described as just barely different enough not to warrant a cease and desist for copyright violation. With the same hair horns, punk aesthetic and writhing gut, it was hard to argue that the girls weren't at the very least connected somehow.
"Wooow, I love your hair!" gushed the Ultimate Musician. She stepped forward until their bellies were almost touching. "How'd you get it into horns like that?"
Trish couldn't tell if Ibuki was fucking with her. It was a little hard for Trish to read tones with an entire person having a tantrum in her belly, though Trish noted Ibuki’s own belly was much quieter.
Suddenly her belly lunged forward as Maki gave the most vicious kick she could muster, slamming into Ibuki's own and hitting Verdandi in the face.
"There's more where that came from! Spit me up now and I MIGHT not slit your throat!"
It was a tempting offer. Trisha hated having her throat slit. Ibuki, for her part, seemed amused by being kicked in the gut by a gut. Almost....excited.
"Ooooh, you got a fighter! Those are the best kind!" Her doppelganger's sunny attitude about the whole humans in their guts was starting to intimidate Trisha.
"Y-yeah, very -urp- punk rock."
An exasperated sigh issued from her own gut. "Ugh. Women." grumbled Verdandi. Ibuki gave her belly a casual smack in response.
"Cool it with the He-Man Woman-Hater shit in there, man. Being a dick is only gonna make this next part harder on you."
"I AM a woman. And I can't imagine there's a way out of here that isn't extremely painful, if the loose bones and accessories are any indication." Verdandi scraped a starship-shaped hairpin off her lapel on principle, though she couldn’t seem to make the long blonde hair that was plastering itself to her pants stay off.
"You got me there, this is totally gonna suck either-WAIT! You're a girl?" Ibuki jumped back in shock at her own stomach's news.
"......Yeah. That matter?”
“it means I hit the jackpot!”
“…..what.”
“A girl passing as a boy. A beautiful bishonen man who is secretly a woman, insecure in her body and looking for acceptance and maybe even love….You came to the right island! Nothing’s more accepting than the gut of Ibuki Mioda!” Ibuki struck her finest tengu face.
“This is ridiculous. I’m done talking to you.”
But she wasn’t. Ibuki began sloshing her stomach side to side, coating Verdandi in acid and debris from her various victims. The world-class killer yelped in surprise and pain from the onslaught. “Oh come ooooooon. I neverrr get to hang out with people from another dimension! Let’s play!”
“What could I POSSIBLY play from inside here!?”
“We could have a screaming contest!”
“I see what you’re doing, and I’m not going to scream for you.”
“Then I guess a dancing competition is also out?”
“How delightful it is to be eaten by a quick learner.”
“Well, maybe YOU should think up games now. I think I’ll stick with the dance competition.” And with that, Ibuki resumed splashing acid and the various remnants of her former friends on her new friend. Verd gagged as a bit of former idol skull got in her mouth and halfway down her throat in the chaos. The gagging turned to coughing as the acid it came with eagerly got to work on her esophagus.
“I-I have an idea for a game! Let me out and we’ll play tag!” Verdandi blurted out, changing her tune suddenly. She was starting to panic; that acid hurt.
“That’s a great idea! But you don’t have to leave my belly to play tag.”
“What!? How am I going to get away from you if I’m submerged in your stomach acids?”
“You won’t be playing with me! I got you a playmate right here!” Ibuki reached over to Trisha and pulled her closer. The two victims were smushed up together so Verdandi could feel Maki’s body against hers. “Get the finishing blow and I’ll let you go! Come on, let’s have a good old-fashioned catfight!”
“I thought this was supposed to be tag!?”
“It’s kind of tag, the last person to be it gets fuckin’ rocked!”
Verdandi had no choice. It was her or some mystery girl in a mystery gut. She lunged forward, pelting the unsuspecting Maki with blows. Maki had heard enough of Ibuki’s yelling to get the gist as well, and responded in kind. Verd could hear Ibuki’s heart rate spike, and soft gasps of pleasure she was suppressing. She tried not to think about how satisfying a meal she was turning out to be for the girl she had resolved to die spiting. She had too much to live for to let this chance to live pass her by.

This was drawn by  NyxonDyx for today, the anniversary of the end of Knights Chronicle. Story by me. Fucked up that "doppelganger danger" doesn't even rhyme

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