I lurve wurms! Two wurm sister characters I created. They don't have names yet. The fat one is the younger sister and the gulping one is the older. They don't have eyes, but have excellent hearing, and can burrow through the dirt at dizzying speeds. Also, story tiem:

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It came forward in a rush. Its effects were instantaneous.

"Burr—RAAAAP!"

Several birds took off from the boughs overhead, shrieking and screaming into the sky. She ignored them. Any other time, she might have burst forth and snatched up a few of the meaty little creatures, but as she twisted and belched again, the thought of doing now so was enough to make her grimace. Her stomach groaned. It felt leaden with stone. She tightened her coils, and could immediately feel them squeezing the monstrous mass sitting inside of her. It felt good, being this full.

She looked up at her sister. Something was struggling in her mouth—the legs of a human—and with a dip of her head that could almost be described as graceful, she opened up just a little and swept the human forward, pushing him in with a light flick of her tongue. He screamed as he went down, and even after she closed her beak, the other wurm could hear him, muffled, as he made a gentle glide down her gullet. A soft bulge marked his descent, and after he reached the wet confines of her stomach, she belched pleasantly in satisfaction. The wurm looked at her.

"Was that the knight?" she asked.

"Mm-hmm," her sister replied. "A feisty little critter he was. Such a squirmer. Fortunately, his armor slid down quite nicely." She burped again.

"I'm—urp!—surprised he came back so quickly," the younger sister said.

"I'm sure he was quite upset as he heard you eat his horse."

The littler wurm looked at herself. She was absolutely bulging. Her stomach churned, the mass of meat inside swimming with it. "Burrrrp! I can't believe I—ulp—ate it…" But it felt so good, feeling that final push as the hooves swept down her waiting gullet, her body slowly twisting as it pushed the struggling mass into her stomach. It had put up a good fight, making her belch soundly every time it twitched and pushed against her walls, but finally the poor thing had quieted, and she now laid in the shade, digesting it slowly. "That thing was huge. A work horse, probably."

"How's your meal going, dear?"

"I…—" the younger wurm began, but then she stopped. Her sister was turning her head and bowing her neck down, and she felt her scaly head against her engorged stomach. She was quiet for a second, listening carefully, and then she motioned with her beak. The wurm flinched.

"Sister, don't—!"

Her sister prodded her stomach.

"URRRRAAAAP!"

Several more birds took off. Her sister watched them, and then bent down to brush beaks with her in a nuzzle.

"Sounds like you're enjoying him quite thoroughly, my dear."

The littler wurm belched again. "S-s-sorry," she said, "I probably won't be able to burrow for a week."

"Then we shall wait until he breaks down a little bit more," her sister said. "I—burp!—, in the meantime, shall hunt any critter that comes our way. Urp!"

She looked at her.

"Sorry," her sister said. "The little bugger is kicking." She suddenly twisted herself, sending the knight knocking, and then settled down in the grass, resting her head on the younger wurm's stomach. The breath was pushed out of her.

"BRAAAAAAP!"

Ugh. The wurm shifted, suppressing another belch. Her sister was giggling.

"I really wish you would stop doing that," she said, her stomach grumbling.

"It's all in jest, little one," the older wurm replied. "It's because I love you."

"Thrills," said the littler wurm, and she laid her head in the grass. But as her stomach churned and bubbled, she decided it was hard to stay mad at her. The horse meat was just so delicious, and sitting underneath the shade on the surface, too? Well!

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