It was another hot, sweltering day in the heart of Los Angelos. The sun hung high in the crystal-clear sky, bluer than the Pacific, while its oppressive heat baked the city until steam wafted off concrete and blacktop alike. Thick coats of sweat were beaten from the brows of every Californian who dared venture outside; tourists on the golden beaches swam in the cool waters to escape the white-hot sand. Drivers trapped during gridlock melted like ice cubes in the Sahara, and the constant honking of cars further tarnished their sanity.

It was a miserable day for everyone, and the same held true for Sasha Waybright.

For weeks now, the blonde tried every trick in the book to teach her squad a brand-new routine. As the cheerleading captain for St. James Middle School, it was Sasha's duty to lead their squad to stellar success, soaring higher and higher with every year. Since the sixth grade, Sasha whipped every last sorry middle-schooler into shape and carried the squad to State. Before she graduated to high school, however, Sasha vowed to reach Nationals.

Sadly, the task seemed impossible. Whether it was Audrey, who constantly failed to catch Becky after her triple-back somersault; Allison, who'd bicker with Emily over a broken fingernail; or Francine, who couldn't stick a Kick Double Full Twist to save her life, nobody could pull the routine together into a cohesive whole. What idiots! Why couldn't these losers follow the simplest instructions, even two years after Sasha took charge and taught them everything she knew? At this rate, St. James' Cheerleading Squad would barely qualify for Regionals, much less crush the competition at Nationals.

"I must be slipping," thought Sasha, tapping her foot over-and-over. The blond stood outside the school gymnasium, where she waited in the car loop for her sorry excuse for a father. That man was ten minutes late for her pick-up. "Those girls have forgotten the Waybright Motto: 'it's my way, or the highway!' Don't they know the cost for failure? Guess I'd better remind them tomorrow!"

Sasha grumbled under her breath, her lips pursed tight. Softly, her belly gurgled like an ancient dragon rousing from a deep slumber. Its hunger grew, wetted by the opportunity to punish losers and non-believers. While Sasha decided which of her foolish followers was the weakest link and could serve as an example for the others, a shadow fell behind her.

"Sasha Waybright? I'm calling you out!" cried Erika Thompson, leader of the Yearbook Committee and the star player for St. Jame's volleyball team. The redhead pointed at Sasha, who glanced over her shoulder. "Today, you shall be the school sweetheart no longer!"

Her eyebrow arched, Sasha spun on her heel and folded both arms across her chest. Ever-so-slightly, a bead of drool ran down her chin, not unlike a panther salivating at fresh meat.

"Can I... help you?" Sasha's voice dripped with venom. She had little patience for rivals at the best of times, and right now? Sasha would rather drink paint than deal with another headache. "I'm kinda busy! My friends are waiting for me at the mall, and my lame-ass dad will be here any minute. Maybe! Probably."

"Hah!" The volleyball star threw her head back and laughed. When Erika slammed a fist into her open palm, the knuckles cracked like a ruler over a desk. “Trust me! It won't be much of a fight. For too long, the Cheerleading Squad has hogged the spotlight! Everyone's always going on, singing your praises! How you've led the squad to greatness! How you're the prettiest girl in the eighth grade! How you'll blow everyone away at St. James High School! Ugh!"

Erika spat on the ground, her face oozing with disgust. The redhead wore her volleyball uniform: a tasteful pink-and-white top with black sports shorts. They were quite similar to Sasha's cheerleading outfit, which had pink-and-white stripes on the skirt and a white-top. Saint James Middle School's logo was emblazoned on both uniforms, covering their flat chests.

"Well, I'm sick of it. Time to pay, Waybright!"

Sasha rolled her crystal blue eyes with a groan. She pocketed her cellphone, cracked her neck, then gestured with a single finger.

“Fine, fine! Have it your way. Don't say I didn't give you a chance to run!"

Sasha fell into a combat stance. While the blonde had yet to visit Amphibia and learn the art of war under the Toad's tutelage, Sasha fought with rivals every other week. The crown for Saint Jame Middle School's Queen Bee was fraught with peril and it demanded perfection. Few other students held the title as long as Sasha, who'd claimed it as early as the second week of the sixth grade.

The first was spent dominating the original cheerleading captain. That bitch didn't make things easy for Sasha, but she went down like so many others. The whole squad watched the affair, their jaws agape in silent horror. Between the fierce kicks, throaty gwulps, and sprays of spittle, many were caught in the splash zone. The fight lasted all afternoon, and for days, the loser thrashed inside Sasha. Screams echoed throughout the school hallways, demanding that someone, anyone, rescue her. The groans of digestion barely muffled the stupid bitch's cries. By the weekend, however, naught but a skull remained of the original captain.

Sasha tucked it away in her school locker, as a memento of her greatest challenge yet. Whenever a cheerleader grew especially sassy, she'd pull it out as a silent reminder. As always, such a spectacle chilled any conversation about uprising and overthrowing Sasha's 'tyrannical grip' over yadda yadda whatever. Why should she care about the whiny gripes of losers? Waybrights didn't listen to idiots. They were winners, and that's why they always rose to the top.

As Sasha's belly gurgled loudly, the blonde smirked slightly. "Enjoy the sunlight. It'll be the last you ever see of it."

“Hah!" Erika pulled back a fist. "Brave talk for a—"

What followed could barely be described as a fight: with lightning-fast speed, Sasha grabbed Erika by the collar and shoved her face-first down a cavernous gullet drenched with saliva and phlegm and lined with perfectly straight teeth. The star volleyball player squirmed like crazy, peppering Sasha's jaw with a flurry of blows, but after a few hearty gulps, she slid into the stomach with a meaty THWUMP and a wet SPLOOSH. The blonde's belly swelled like a balloon, enough that it bounced off the ground with a fleshy TWHAP.

Leaning back, Sasha gripped the massive mound of meat she called a gut. It thrashed around wildly as Erika fought desperately, but within seconds, her meal was sharply squeezed by vice-like stomach walls. Any room to struggle; heck, any room to breathe was lost. Erika was trapped, pinned in place by steel-strong muscles that could crush cars and melt iron girders. A faint outline of her body was visible beneath the peachy skin, her face shoved between her knees. Any other trace of Erika, alas, was stolen from the world; claimed by Sasha's greedy gut.

Letting out a sigh, Sasha stroked her stomach.

“I tried to warn yah! But some idiots gotta learn the hard way: no one beats Sasha Waybright at her own game. Nobody.”

A sharp belch escaped Sasha's lips, who quickly batted away the plume of noxious green gas. Too much meat in her diet would ruin her girlish figure, but devouring rivals and dumb bitches was too much fun. Nothing tasted better than people, and Sasha loved being a pred more than life itself.

"Hope you like being on the bottom, bitch! 'Cause that's exactly where you're going..." said Sasha. She licked her lips clean of saliva as a gastric gurgle reverberated through her belly. Muscles were already kneading the delicious meat, preparing it for digestion. "Man! You pissed me off, but can I be honest? I really needed a good meal. Nothing clears the head better!"

As the sublime satisfaction of a full belly washed over Sasha, making her mind melt like warm honey, the blonde glanced towards the gymnasium. Surely someone was still in there, practicing techniques or talking smack about their oh-so-horrible captain? Well, why wait 'til tomorrow? Sasha was still hungry, and since when did Waybrights ever resist temptation?

Pulling her cell from its pocket, Sasha started typing a message. Anne and Marcy must be in the food court by now, waiting for their beloved blonde to grace them with her lovely presence. What a shame that they should wait, but perhaps a lil' photo op would satiate their thirst instead? Sasha was the giving sort, after all.

"Sup, ya'll!" said Sasha's text. "Gonna be late to the mall! Father is a piece of shit, per usual, but more importantly? Had to put some cheerleaders in their place!"

Texts soon followed.

"Gee, Sash! You'll get fat at this rate!" said Anne.

"I hope so! Isn't her belly the cutest?" said Marcy. "I wants to squeeze it!"

"N-No? Maybe? I don't know!"

"LMAO! Embrace your inner chubby chaser, girlfriend!"

Sasha snorted with a small smile. Leave it to her friends to be the biggest dorks on the planet. What would those idiots do without her?

"Probably die of thirst!" thought Sasha, as the gymnasium doors slammed behind her. About two dozen cheerleaders froze in the middle of their practice, desperate to learn their captain's ludicrous routine by tomorrow. Instantly, all eyes were drawn to the bloated belly, which swayed from side-to-side like a hypnotic pendulum. Muscle contractions crushed Erika from every angle, squeezing the life out of her. Amidst the gastric groans of digestion, her stifled squeals echoed from the globular gut.

"Eeep! Ouch! Please, I surrender! Let me— guuuuuuuuurrrgggllleeeeeeeee blorp blorp!"

Hands on her hips, Sasha smiled at her squad.

"Well, girls! Glad to see some of you are taking this team seriously! That's why I'll only be cutting fat off the top." Sasha licked her lips hungrily as her belly burbled like a caustic cauldron. The bubbling of acid was enough to make everyone's ears ache. Raising one hand, Sasha closed her eyes and pointed at random. "Starting with... you!"

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As previously established as my personal policy, I prefer to wait between 6 months to a year before reposting one of my commissions. That way, the artist entitled to their artwork gets respectable representation before I filter their creative vision through my own lens. After many delays on my part, I've given "So Long, Losers" (better known as "Sasha's Selfie" by AstroMonkey) such treatment.

What I wouldn't give to talk to AstroMonkey themselves and receive feedback on this project, perhaps flesh this idea out more? Expand it to a six-parter, where Sasha devours her whole cheerleading squad and further teases Anne with her curvy gains? Alas, it seems they haven't touched their account on Aryion since early 2022.

At any rate, I hope everyone enjoys this lovely sequence, including fans who enjoyed the original. Perhaps Amphibia doesn't jump out to the forefront of everyone's mind when it comes to vore, but what can I say? Sasha Waybright is a stellar bully character and fitting antagonist for such a series; both someone who both adores her friends and manipulates their feelings, while demanding fear and respect from everyone else. Why wouldn't such a predatory personality make Sasha munch on people too?

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Art by the amazingly awesome  astromonkey

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