A request for  TruciiGram, of Ema Skye eating Trucy Wright. She wrote a nice story to go along with it, here it is:

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After the hours of rain stopped, Trucy Wright thought she’d have a nice stroll through People Park alone, because taking walks is a good way to stay in shape and get some “me time” while taking a break from her usual constant magic practice. Also because she’s finally old enough to do that and stay relatively safe out on her own.

(It’s surprisingly nice out here today for being mid to late Autumn! It’s usually pretty chilly around this time, so you gotta get out there whenever the weather’ll let you.)

Partway through, she looked to her left to the river and saw an empty bench. (…I think it’s too nice out to not at least sit down and take in the nice weather for a few minutes. Then, I’ll get back up and continue.)

She had a seat and got her mind off her troubles, and also took her Gramarye’s hat off and moved it to her lap. Just sitting there for a minute and breathing the cool air not only made her realize how exhausted and tense she’d been from her constant work, but also relaxed her like nothing else had ever before.

(*Sigh…* I almost feel like I could fall asleep right here!)

(…Eh, scratch that “almost”, I think I’m gonna take a nap sitting up. I helped solve a crime that happened here a while back, so I’m not too worried a worker or someone’ll wake me up and get me to move. …Does that make sense? I don’t know, I’m sleepy. You only make sense sometimes when you’re sleepy, but I’m feeling pretty confident in this one…) She closed her eyes and tilted her head forwards…

“MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH”

Well, there goes that ability to nap as her eyes shot open to see Ema Skye in her lab coat loudly munching on some Chocolate Snackoos at least 12 feet away from her and she somehow hadn’t noticed Trucy’s presence. Maybe then she wouldn’t’ve chewed so loudly. (Oh, it’s Ema! She’s a good friend, so I don’t really mind being woken up by her. Wait… she’s a forensic scientist who works with the police! Why’s she in her work clothes? …Has something bad happened around here I should know about?) She put her hat back on and got up off the bench to go see her.

“Hi, Ema! Nice to see you here-“

“I don’t want to be talked to right now. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH”

Trucy tensed back up and started to worry. “…Ema? Why are you in your work clothes? There hasn’t been some sort of… lethal crime here in the park, has there?”

“*Sigh* Nothing happened, I’m on break. If someone died around here, then they wouldn’t’ve let some kid like you in in the first place. Hey, aren’t you in your work clothes too? Yours seem even less casual-friendly than mine with that big cape.” While Ema went back to snacking, Trucy looked down and saw she forgot she was wearing her Gramarye clothes instead of something casual and was shocked that she didn’t even consciously notice until now.

Ema using such a tone to a friend was kind of putting her down, though. “Well… if nothing happened, then why are you being so grumpy to me?”

Ema put a Snackoo she was about to eat back in the bag to vent her rage. “There was a murder over outside the Reddy House Sushi that we took to court earlier, and just as we need more evidence, it rains all over my crime scene! All the important markings on the dirt ground have turned to mud! What’s gonna happen now!? The obviously guilty party’s gonna get away just because I couldn’t find everything we needed on the first day!”

Trucy was left stunned as she’d never thought of this happening, yet such a thing remains plausible. “…What if you tried investigating some related places and found something?”

“As far as we can tell, there can’t possibly be anywhere else where there could be any evidence, because the place is just a two-story house out in the middle of nowhere. What’s important is that the most crucial evidence has just randomly been destroyed by the forces of nature, and that’s my life. MUNCH MUNCH-” She kept moving her arm like she was grabbing more Snackoos out of the bag, but Trucy couldn’t see any or hear any more MUNCHing.

“Um, I think your bag is empty now. You ate the whole thing.”

She didn’t realize it until Trucy pointed it out there. Then she changed from angry to sad as her arm slows down from grabbing at thin air to a halt.

…And both of them can hear her stomach growl for more.

“Are you still hungry? I could get you something…”

“They don’t sell Snackoos here.”

“I’m not talking about “buying” more.” Trucy poofed her Magic Panties out of nowhere and pulled a bag of Snackoos she’d been keeping for herself out! …It’s as small as those mini Dorito bags, but it’s more Snackoos! “Here you go, Ema! I knew these’d come in handy somehow!”

“That’s not enough, Trucy. I need more for the brain.” Her stomach continued to growl.

Trucy switched to a pouty expression and put the bag back in the Panties. “What? More!? You ate that whole family-size bag and you still need more? How am I supposed to help you further?”

A little idea popped into Ema’s head. “...You could hold still there for a minute.”

“Hold still? Where’s that gonna get us?” She questioned and didn’t get an answer, but did it anyway. She was still holding the Panties in one hand.

While Trucy stood there, Ema came over and started to… inspect her body? It’s what it felt like, with Ema getting close looks at her shoulders, arms, chest, legs, and back, and Trucy had no idea. “Ema? Wh-What are you doing? Oh, I think I get it! A-Are you going to take me to somewhere I can help investigate, so you’re looking for dirt on my clothes so I can look my best? Aww, you don’t have to go that far!”

Ten more seconds of inspecting passed, with no response. After that Ema suddenly switched from just looking at to feeling her with her hands, starting with her shoulders, followed by arms, neck, ches-“Eep! Hands off!” Trucy smacked those arms away before Ema finally said something. “There was dirt on it.”

Trucy sighed and closed her eyes to prepare for more “inspecting”, wondering if she just saw Ema smirk and mumble something like “perfect” before she closed her eyes followed by feeling her hat taken off of her. After waiting for a bit, she felt something like… (Moisture?) “Ema, why is my hair suddenly wet- Aagh!”

She suddenly felt a tongue on her closed eyes, along with her entire head being wrapped around her friend’s mouth. She tried to push her away immediately, dropping the Panties in the process, but her grip never loosened. Ema switched from lowering her head down on the shorter girl to picking her up to pull her down into it to lower the risk of escape. She was easily able to get her entire head into her mouth, but then the older, daintier woman ran into what would be a roadblock, being the big cape she mentioned earlier, but pulled it down past her shoulders, stretching it to where the cape tore off the brooch and fell onto the ground before continuing to pull the poor girl in. Trucy’s skin happens to be soft, yet still a little tense from her own work stress. Ema ran her tongue over the base of her neck right above her chest to add a little moisture to ease it, letting her go down rather easily.

“Ema! Please let me go, I’ll leave the park to grab you some lunch from somewhere else and get right back to you! Please!”

There was no response, just getting her shoulders pulled in with the rest of her. She punched and kicked at things she couldn’t see in an attempt to escape, but of course it wasn’t enough before she saw the inside of her captor’s neck and going down further. From this point it was very apparent the younger girl might actually get away, so the starved scientist got on her knees and moved her hands to her little Snackoo’s hips to get this over with quicker.

(She hasn’t even gotten me all the way in and it feels like I’m being baked into chocolate!) After pushing the teenager’s delightfully slender body down her gullet, Ema had her snacky euphoria broken for a moment when she realized she forgot to unbutton her vest, and couldn’t let go of her little friend for one moment to do the deed. She decided it was a worthy sacrifice in the end… in more ways than one.

Getting her mind off her vest’s buttons breaking at the moment, Ema had never realized how much leg Trucy had shown in her Gramarye’s clothing. Now this was the good part, for Ema at least. She’s probably not getting out now, because they could be held still while having their sweet taste taken off of them. The lack of pants on them certainly is a plus, because there’re no gamey jeans in the way of anything. She slurped them down blissfully like she would anything else she’d eat until she got to her muddy long boots, which she had to pull off first uncovering almost equally long purple socks before easily pushing the rest of her in.

As all that was left was to gulp them down, her hands were free, so she used the bench to help herself stand up. Doing so was a little difficult in her current, more weighty than usual position but it was managable. Satisfied, she felt it grumble again, not because it’s hungry, but because of what naturally fills your stomach that isn’t food after such a filling lunch…

-Buuurrruuuaaaahhppp!!-

After getting a good stretch, she looked down only to see and feel her filled stomach sloshing, shifting and thrashing like its meal was still trying to escape for some reason. After giving it a couple firm pats as to gesture for the teary-eyed girl inside her to quiet down, she settled and finally spoke up about her current predicament. “E-Ema… I could’ve gotten you something else, really-ow!“ She felt a finger poke into her head.

“Quiet, you. It’s snacktime. MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH”

Snackoo bits, most likely from one from out of the bag she kept in her Magic Panties fell on her head. leading her to start squirming again for a bit. “Still!?”

The more than a little bloated, not to mention guilty woman started feeling a little bad for her little stand-in. Not enough that she regrets eating her right when no one was watching, but enough so that she sat down and took her hands out of the bag to caress her groaning stomach to hopefully relax her a little while explaining why she did what she did. “-Urrp- Hey, you ever wondered why I’d always keep snacking on the job whenever we’d work a case together? Well, kid, people like me who work with the police get way more stress on our backs than some other people like you because there’s constantly lives on the line. This is just my way of dealing with it. Earlier you talked about investigating with me. Well, I’ve got good news for you. You just settle down in there and soon you’ll be on every investigation with me. How does that sound?”

“It sounds horrible! I feel like I’ll never get the chocolate smell off of me even if you do let me out… And I work as assistant and moral support to defense attorneys, so lives are still on the line a lot with me. Not to mention, I work sometimes with my own life on the line because I have to always find lots of ways to keep my magic fresh, and sometimes that involves me falling from great heights and being surrounded by sharp objects!”

“Well, soon, you won’t have to worry about that anymore. I hope you like chocolate.”

“I… do, but… *sniff*” Trucy had accepted her fate of forever being tied to the scientist’s body.

“…Break time’s about over, Truce. I gotta get up and go now.”

“I at least hope no one worries too much about me…”

Ema found the strength to lift her gurgling belly off the bench, leaving Trucy’s hat and boots behind and taking the mini Snackoo bag with her and went back to work. She was at least able to take her currently being churned away friend’s advice to check related areas and surely enough, she found something crucial that led the next day’s court case to figure out that the murder was inside the building at another Reddy House Sushi down in the city, and the body had been moved by car. Through twists, turns, and fops, the case had been solved, and the guilty party arrested. In the lobby afterwards, Ema relaxed and rubbed the pudge on her midsection, glad she was able to get one last useful thing from it before she’s caught off guard by a belch with Trucy’s red neckerchief flying out of her mouth onto the floor in front of her.

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