The faint noise could be heard from the cave’s entrance, a light gurgling accentuated with sharp pops and groans that echoed in the tight corridor; moving further inward, without a torch one would be hard pressed to find their way amongst the shadowed rock and dark soil, but they might just nearly be able to make out the soft crimson tone of fur outlined against the darkness. At the back of the cave, the contrasting red was accompanied by a lighter beige, wrapped around a broad, burbling gut. The creature in question obviously not native to this environment, but content to make short home of one, for as long as she required to digest her meal. The meal, on the other hand, was not so inclined to settle into their own accommodations.

Prior to the intimacy of this arrangement, the two individuals had never before met-that they had met at all is something of an astronomical improbability, given each being native to entirely separate dimensions, let alone worlds. It’s difficult to determine, of the fox and her supper, which made the journey to the other’s realm-perhaps both had been transported to some third location neither were familiar with? Regardless of the backdrop to their encounter, the events of which were to play out the same in every possible telling:

The Red Queen, as she will come to be known, is no stranger to awaking under unusual circumstances; finding oneself deep in an unlit cave only serves to delay her morning routine, working her way through the dark turns and over rubble, instead of working through a heap of bacon, pancakes, and still squirming breakfast. But, this unexpected setback would only postpone the procurement of food-determination and unyielding hunger, if anything, define the fox as she trudges through the dark atmosphere.

Heading towards her location from the opposite direction; a thin shadow flicks over the walls, the black appendage momentarily eclipsing candlelight as it’s owner carefully maneuvers downward into the depths of the cavern. Anemic clacks against errant stones littering the floor announce the footfalls of clean leather boots, trailing downward from the black and grey trousers of an altogether exotic ensemble. Rising to eye level, one can see the feline orbs calm and focused, much more capable of sight in the low light environment than that of a human. After many minutes of walking, black cones began to twitch amidst his raven locks, the feline ears picking up far off movement deeper into the cave. Cautiously, in case of traps or some foul beast, he crept ever forward.

Just around the next bend, and several meters downward, Queen has run up against a wall, quite literally. A sheer ledge, damp with condensation and lacking convenient handholds, blocked her progress and forced her to consider her options. Her own superior eyesight allowed her to see perfectly clearly in the dark tunnel, so there was no risk of anything sneaking up on her-not that she would have minded, given the continued lack of food to be found-but whatever brought her to this cave was unlikely to spontaneously return and aid her, so unless she can manage to scale the wall ahead of her, it’s likely she would be stuck for some time. After a few moments of mulling it over she decides to at least see how far she can climb without assistance, figuring it would be difficult to serious injure herself and the chances of a cave in being slim to none. The faint scrabbling of leather on stone bounced around the walls for a moment before settling as the fox lowered herself to the floor; she’d only made it a quarter of the way up at first, trying again she was able to reach the halfway point before running out of momentum. As she prepared for a third attempt, she noticed the beginnings of light crawling past the edges of the cliff face-someone was approaching from the other side! Ceasing her efforts, the red fox made ready to greet her new arrival.

Momentarily confused by a dead end upon reaching the source of the noise, Arctic swiveled his head before finally looking down into the dark pit. Even with his eyesight and the aid of candlelight, he was pressed to make out the form stood at the base of the wall; striking cerulean orbs above white teeth that somehow seemed to shimmer even in the darkness stared up at him from below.

“I don’t suppose you could lend your assistance? I appear to be at a disadvantage,” The voice that rose from the bottom of the pit startled him, fully expecting the visage to below to some unseen monster or beast. The grin widened before speaking again,

“Really, while I’m certain in my ability to eventually traverse this obstacle myself, I believe it would be in our combined interests if you aided me,” He considered it: there’s unlikely to be anything of value further into the cave, and he had no interest in moving downward himself if he would be forced to climb his way out. This person was most probably just another adventurer, like him, who thought the cave might be a good spot to explore. After the short deliberation, he responded with a nod,

“…alright. How do you want to do this?” He was curious, he didn’t have any rope-and he rightly assumed that she had none as well. Without tools of any kind, reaching her AND maintaining a way up would be difficult.

“Oh, excellent! I can make my own way up the most of it, I just need you to grasp my hand and bring me across the rest,” Sounds easy enough. Setting his candle beside him, Arctic kneeled at the edge of the cavern wall, leaning over the pit. If it were deeper he might be worried, but at worst they would both be stuck if he fell. Being in her position would be somewhat unagreeable, but at least he wouldn’t starve; having been in similar situations before, the feline knew how to make certain… decisions, to ensure his survival-and her voice did sound especially sweet. Shaking his head, he brought his thoughts back into focus and signaled that he was ready. He saw her eyes disappear into the darkness, before bolting forward with the sound of heavy footfalls. She made it more than halfway up the incline, but not enough to reach him. She made it further on the second attempt, and he leaned forward more, but they still missed each other by at least a foot.

“This isn’t working,” Her voice, somewhat sharper, reached his ears. Well, he supposed they could use either of their clothing to form a rope-but he wasn’t sure if his could take the strain of a person’s bodyweight tugging at it, and he wasn’t particularly keen on sacrificing his outfit for the cause. He wasn’t about to suggest this unknown woman strip, either.

“I need you to lean forward over the edge, more, up to your waist, I think,” Would that work? It would probably afford them the extra length they needed to reach each other, but without anything to brace himself on he might go sailing right over the edge!

“C’mon, I’m lighter than you think!” She assured him from the shadows with what he suspected was a wink. Those footsteps from earlier didn’t sound light, but she was probably also sprinting very hard-everything sounded louder inside the cramped tunnels, so it was difficult to be certain. He could at least give it a shot, if he felt himself slipping over the edge he could try to grab it, or even let go of her if he needed to. Careful not to fall right off, Arctic positioned himself with his upper body hanging over the ledge. Hesitantly signaling to her, he once more heard the sound of her approaching sprint. She made it even further than the previous attempt, and their hands clasped each other tightly! His caution about falling was not unfounded however, as he felt her immense weight pulling him rapidly away from the top of the wall! What he hadn’t considered was his earlier musings having turned on him, his vision replaced by an entirely different sort of darkness-a wet, pulsating one.

In the split second that Queen’s hand grasped Arctic’s, and she felt herself-and her ‘rescuer’-slipping backward into the abyss, she made a decision. Recognizing that their plan had failed, she could at least cross one problem off her list: Breakfast. Her jaws latched onto his face as they began their descent, pearlescent incisors combing Arctic’s ebony hair before pressing him further into her esophagus. His clothing was odd but seemed to be mostly natural in construction, so she didn’t bother to remove it, opting to engulf the Miqo’te quickly rather than taste the bland garments at length. Black tufts of fur batted at her snout as she gulped around his waist, his tail spasming franticly alongside his wiggling fingers-trying, in vain, to grab hold of anything that might forestall the more dangerous of his two descents. But it was not to be, as those clawed digits were sucked down, followed by his plump posterior-fattened off of those who had partook in the same gastric journey he is taking at this very moment. By the time Queen was past his knees, they had finally reached the bottom of the pit; as her fat cheeks slammed onto the cold ground, the force of impact hurried Arctic’s downward motion and she finished off the tips of his boots with a wet slurp. The heavily lubricated footwear bulged out her throat heavily before passing between her bosom to join their master in the slick interior of Queen’s own cavernous stomach.

Releasing a contented sigh at having sated at least one of her primary desires, The Red Queen sat with her legs pressed to either side of her bubbling cauldron of a middle, already gearing up to digest another in a long line of live meals that made up her usual breakfast affair. Her forever unzipped catsuit-some speculated that the zipper was, in fact, broken-exposed the tawny fur of her bulbous belly, feeling over the occupant of which as he reoriented himself in her slime-soaked insides brought waves of glee crashing over her. Arctic wasn’t enjoying himself nearly as much beneath the ooze, and tight muscles, and her thick pelt-complete with the forceful motion of fingers rubbing across it, smearing digestive enzymes across his already caked exterior. Her stomach was stretchy, clearly capable of containing much vaster quantities of food-much more than he counted as, anyway-but her position, along with the constantly groping hands prevented him from doing little more than stretching his legs when the numbness began to creep in. He’d been worried about damaging his clothes earlier, but it became a moot point as the acids began to eat through the material. The metal and tough leather was harder going, but the formerly pristine white cloth, and comparatively thin leggings gave way before long, exposing the Miqo’te to the caustic forces of his surroundings. As the shreds of Arctic’s outfit joined the mire around him, he felt more intensely the playful prodding of his captor’s fingers across his skin. Tingling from more than just the rising pool of muck, the feline scowled as he noticed his arousal growing despite his dangerous situation. Pressed against the stomach walls, Arctic was unsure if the predator’s ministrations were intentional, but he could do as little to prevent them as he could to extricate himself from her interior.

His writhing began anew-the rubbing around him having narrowed to one spot in particular, more sensitive now than ever before, and clearly the target of The Queen’s current… affections. Wordlessly, she stroked the admittedly sizeable imprint at the forefront of her stomach, caressing the bulge of his sex through layers of fur and flesh, coated in the caustic lubricant of her digestive tract. Unable to resist playing with her food, she furthered her efforts-drawing unwitting moans that her prey was hard pressed to stifle. Snickering at the duality of her meal’s duress, she continued to knead at her food, pinching along the tip of his shaft and coaxing him ever closer towards climax. And then, when she felt him just on the peak, she stopped. Pausing completely in her manipulations, she left him there-stewing silently if not for the bubbling fluid that surrounded him. If he wanted release, he would have to finish the job himself. For Arctic it was torment, at first the degrading feeling of being relegated to food doubled once she established him as her plaything-but for her to stop when he was so close to completion? His own lustful pants were masked by the cacophony of digestion revving up around him, but that hadn’t stopped him from hearing the fox’s snickering as she enjoyed his indecisiveness. She knew that being forced to choose between knowfully submitting himself to her gut or risking digestion while he sat so close to the peak of climax was unacceptable.

Her snickering transformed into a full-on mirthful laugh after she felt his arms straining to reach around himself. With his shoulders locked between her thighs, she wasn’t making the job easy-but he wasn’t willing to let things end as they were; eventually he managed to force himself into a position that allowed access to his nethers, and got to work bringing himself over the edge that she had so eagerly brought him to. Queen herself simply sat and enjoyed the frenzied feline having at it inside her, licking her lips as the motion around her middle transitioned into wild bucking. The rapid movements were heavenly and contributed to her stomach’s own efforts at breaking down her meal. Clear imprints of a hand accompanied the bulges protruding from her middle, an attempt to brace himself as Arctic was consumed by his self-service. The rising tide that soon covered his waist only served to strengthen his determination as he felt his environment fighting his efforts; focused solely on obtaining that elusive pleasure, he failed to recognize immediately the acids biting into weakened patches of skin-or the pool of liquids steadily moving across his chest. Furiously, his hand beat back and forth-almost painful, under the combined assault of the stomach and his masturbation. Determined not to let her have this small victory, he was unknowingly dooming himself far quicker than her digestion would alone. As a great heat began to envelop the base of his neck, he finally found what he had been searching for-ropes of clear fluid spurting into the juices around him as his motions slowed into weak shudders.

Red eyes snapped open when he felt sting drops of acid flicked onto his face, his afterglow washed away under the torrent of green that ate away at his frame. Panic returned to his being as he eyed the approaching line that edged ever closer. The sharp acridity of the fumes burnt his nostrils, and more than once did he flinch away when the errant fleck stung at his eyes. Any valiant protests he might have had died on his tongue as a quiet whimper when the waterline reached passed his chin.

“Ah…,” A sudden pat from outside sent waves crashing into his damp hair, already sizzling away under the abuse, “I gotta say; you feel great in there-thanks for helping out with this little problem of mine!” Another series of pats and rubbing began in earnest, no longer concerned about the state of his arousal-now entirely focused on milking her own enjoyment from his rapidly approaching demise. His ears flattened across his skull, a futile attempt to hide from both the acid and her words. He knew that he wouldn’t last long after the organ filled up entirely, and the encroaching fluid showed no signs of stopping their advance. Acidic tear lines burned across his face as the goop dripped off his hair, recombining into the pool below before rising steadily onward. His limbs throbbed painfully, and he had long since lost feeling in his tail-the slick, ebony fur stripped from the appendage as it floated lifelessly in the muck. The skin across his chest shined an angry red, seemingly sunburned, whilst his legs were nearly absent of covering in their entirety-exposed tendon and muscle fizzing horrendously. Oddly enough, of his submerged body parts his feet were the least damaged-the construction of his leather boots holding up under the assault much more competently than their owner. The acids would strip those curling digits in time, but for now his feet twitched numbly as the nerves that fed them signals were themselves fed to the belly of their predator.

What he had assumed to be a stranger in need was actually a stranger in need of lunch; If this was the reward for altruism, Arctic should have made his own plans to eat this unknown predator from the very beginning. As he positioned his nose away from the burning waters that rose to take it’s place, Arctic considered how things could have gone: He could have realized what that smirk meant, known what she was planning before agreeing to her plan-if he’d even been just a bit more aware, a second faster even, he could met her dangerous advance with a wet swallow of his own and treated himself to a mid-exploration snack! Thoughts of their positions reversed filled his head as the acids framed his face, now pointing upwards at the ‘ceiling’. He imagined her pleading him, pawing at his stomach walls while he callously belched up the blue beret he had caught only a glimpse of. He imagined empty promises of letting her out if she managed to get him off from her unfortunate position, laughing when her shocked cries echoed out inside him. He imagined savoring her taste as his powerful abdominal muscles crunched her battered form into sludge, forcing her remains downward towards a humiliating dispersal. All his imaginative retributions were for naught, the acids finally rose above his face-sucked briefly downwards into his mouth as it burst open in a silent scream. As the last of his breath vacated his lungs, the remaining air was pressed out of the stomach as it finally sealed itself shut, filled in it’s entirety by digestive fluids and meat.

Queen’s hands bounce off her middle like a waterbed as she pats it; she could almost make out a short, muffled shrieking, before it was drowned out by… well, the issuer drowning. Not quite drowned yet, though, given the bulges rippling over her side as her occupant spasms. A smaller bulge traveled upwards past her breasts, and her jaws parted in a triumphant BUUuuOoooorp! She smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth before licking her lips,

“I guess that explains the movement!” A sudden loud SNAP! followed by softer crunches interrupted her musing, “Yeesh, don’t get so worked up about it, huh? I’m only digesting you; you should be glad you won’t be awake for the rest of it.” She poked her belly lightly in playful scolding, chastising her meal for not being more cooperative. The occasional sound of more fractures punctuated the constant bellowing groans and gurgle emanating from the orb of sandy fur-her meal further damaging himself with his oxygen-starved flailing. Soon enough, Arctic’s vision faded-both from the lack of air, and the acids chewing through his eyes. The movement inside her died down along with her occupant; it would take slightly longer for his life to truly fade, but any possibility of reawakening was long eliminated. With no further enjoyment to be derived from the living qualities of her meal, Queen was free to knead at the ball of flesh inhabiting her stomach with much harsher ministrations. Loud sloshes narrated the movement of her prey as she worked at folding and tearing apart his form, breaking him down into more easily dissolved fragments. The battered remains of his legs went first, his knees broke into slivers that floated upward to the top of the cauldron while she sanded the meat from his femurs; his boots still contained his feet and much of his calves, still protected and only now beginning to break down as the boot wells were uncorked, allowing fresh acid in; Arctic’s tail was already a goopy mess of decaying ligament and vertebrae that required no attention, as did the finger bones that floated loosely; she doubted she would be able to decapitate him so early into the digestion, so she settled for shearing of the remainders of his arms-digging apart the radius and ulna, leaving a bloody mess to settle amongst the debris filling her gut.

Short, hiccupping belches escaped Queen’s maw as she broke down raw meat and bone into chunks hiding pockets of air inside. With her meal broken down about as much as it was going to be, she paused in her rubbing and heaved herself to her feet. The task wasn’t difficult, she was accustomed to lugging meals many times her own weight by this point, the current weight hardly encumbered her. A she stood, the groaning sack slumped across her thighs, much more pliant and juicier than it would have been, had she stood while her meal was still whole. Making her way to one of the walls, she once more took up residence on the floor-this time with a spot to rest her back against. She wasn’t going to sleep, not in an unknown environment-she had already learned that lesson long ago-and while she was almost certain the caves were uninhabited, little was stopping another adventurer from stumbling upon her just as the previous had. No, it had been many moons since she had last seen the inside of a stomach, and she intended for it to remain that way. While she would never let her guard down under any circumstances, nothing was stopping her from relaxing and enjoying her meal. There was no rush to vacate the cavern, and even less chance of retaliation from the unfortunate feline destined for her waistline.

Arctic was making decent progress; more a collection of limbs circling a head and torso than an actual person at this point. The dull and gormless expression that occupied Arctic’s handsome features now sported gaping holes that exposed his sharp teeth and cheekbones, before long his jaw would disconnect and join the current that swirls his dissolving parts in a whirlpool around his broken form. The markings that adorned his face disappeared with the skin they covered, and his eyes stared vacantly into the mire while they jellified. With a squidgy Pop!, the enzymes finally ate through Arctic’s chest cavity-having worked from both sides after he swallowed down mouthfuls to replace his spent air supply. Organs, including a stomach that had broken down it’s fair share of meals, broke free of their confines, dissolving much quicker than the sturdier chunks of bone and muscle. A crimson silt began to gather at the base of the stomach, the combined materials broken down into a fine mash to be pulped and sifted after reaching the intestines. Splinters and shavings of bone ground into powder, adding a mealy texture to the gunk, reminiscent of cereal left to soak for too long. The larger bones took longer to break, some didn’t at all, and stuck out from the mess like shatter spires and the masts of sunken ships-a deadly warning of their imminent fate to any that might witness it. With less than a third of the Miqo’te still intact, the concentrated acids quickly set about finishing off Arctic’s remains as the rest of the soup began to vacate the stomach in the next phase of their journey.

Queen’s eyes shut tight from the sensations filling her bowels; a thick, nearly paste-like fluid flooding her intestines to the brim with nutrients. Bones, fur, and scraps of clothing present amidst the slurry of dissolved matter massages and tickles at her lining, causing her to bite her lip while the slop races through her. As the debris pokes and prods at her, the intestine returns the favor in kind-draining the useful materials and sending the rest on it’s way further down the pipes. Standing once more, and outright moaning at the waves that slosh within her, Queen faces the wall preventing her from escaping. The candle atop has long since burned out, now a melted puddle of wax that resembles it’s former owner. Opting for a slower approach this time, given her gravid state, she positions herself at the corner where the two wall join into a curve. Pressing her belly against the cool surface, Queen spreads her limbs to each side, grasping at the rock and slowly shuffling upward. It isn’t exactly comfortable, and certainly awkward to view, but it works, and she steadily makes her way to the top. Her belly groans from the added pressure, and she goes cross eyed and nearly falls when a surprisingly intact boot presses into her intestines. Forcing herself to shake off the pleasant feeling, she continues onward. Finally, she reaches the end of her climb, and with some quick finger work, avoids a second hasty descent into the pit below.

Another mighty BOOoorAap! thundered out of her as her belly slams onto the ledge, nearly making her lose her grip as she pulls herself up. Grateful that carrying two people up the wall wasn’t much more difficult than one, she dusted herself off. Had the feline been stuck at the bottom of the pit instead of her, Queen would had no difficulty pulling him upward-though, his fate would have remained the same either way. Shrugging off the thought, she continued her trek to the surface-intent on finding out where in the hells she was exactly. The cavern reflected the gastric symphony of gurgles, groans, and ga-lorshes back into her ears as her passenger continued his ride through a different sort of cave. As more and more entered her intestines, her stomach shrank to rest upon her engorged guts-creating a triangle shape of organs and increasing flab. Her half waddle retraced the route her meal had taken to reach their encounter deep in the cave, knees crossed every time an especially large object infiltrated her bowels. The minutes passed by with the only timepiece to keep track being that of her digestive clock, and slowly but surely she made her way out of the tunnels.

The nutrients siphoned out of her meal did much to benefit their captor, both providing energy for the long hike, as well as taking up residence on her portly frame; Her breasts increased some, but otherwise remained mostly the same-her gut on the other hand wobbled with new paunch that spread across the orb that contained the processing remains of her feline meal. The real haul was deposited to her backside, however. Previously enormous cheeks swelled up even further, the soft and pillowy mounds retaining their rounded physique despite their size being similar to that of a beanbag chair. How her catsuit is capable of containing an ass such as hers remains a mystery to this day, even as tightly restrained as they were, every step jostled and jiggled her still growing backside. Her musing continued throughout her journey; as she took in her surroundings, small bits of vegetation now visible the closer to the entrance she walked, nothing familiar stood out to her. It’s possible she was on another world-an attempt by one of her associates to finally overthrow her, she surmised. Why they would choose to exile her rather than simply devour her was beyond the fox’s comprehension, but she had plenty of time to worry about-and enjoy-cleaning house upon her return.

A drawn-out groan brought her mind back to the present; a pressure had been mounting as she walked, building up in her bowels at the end of her tract. Her stomach felt mostly empty, and while there was no way of telling how long she had been walking, it was more than enough time for Arctic to traverse the lengths of her intestines-and now he sat impatiently at her backdoor. When loud burst of gas urged her to relieve herself, she conceded with a sigh; the cave entrance was probably still a ways off anyway-and given that her meal had reached the exit to her’s first, she wasn’t content to hold him in for much longer. Removing her gloves and setting them on the ground in front of her, followed by her boots, Queen shimmied out of her catsuit-her gut and titanic backside resting just a bit lower without the article to prop them. Folding her clothing neatly beside her boots, she moved a few meters off from her coverings-lest she incidentally soil them.

Her guts burbled as she crouched low to the ground, still full enough to brush the ground and more than familiar with this portion of their job; From between her russet cheeks a massive head of darker coloured material pressed out almost immediately after she hunkered down. Snaking through her bowels and onto the cold floor, Arctic’s steaming remains spiraled into a growing pile. The cat had been much larger than Queen’s own admittedly somewhat short stature, and the loaves vacating her bowels represented that size difference fully, the initial loaf that squeezed from her tubes was easily more than six inches across, and well over a foot and a half in length before it was pinched off and followed by and even longer spool of dense shit. Each clump that dropped from her anus was decorated with strands of fur and hair, fragments of yellowed bone, and scraps of clothing that managed to avoid digestion only to end up buried under their former owner. The fox’s breath caught in her throat for a moment before it was held during the effort of forcing something from her backside. The tip of something stuck at her rear valve preventing the flow from continuing outward. Shifting uncomfortably, she spread her cheeks with each hand in an attempt to ease the passage of the offending material. Finally, the object began to slide free and she was able to look behind her as identify the issue: wrapped tight between her sphincter is one of Arctic’s boots, full of holes but undigested, foot dangling over the pile of muck. After a bit of shaking, she pried loose the footwear which fell to the ground with a heavy thud-no doubt full of dung, its open end having faced the rest of her bowels. She breathed a sigh of relief, eager to get back to work, only for a second blockage to press itself against her exit. Groaning internally, Queen readied herself for a repeat performance as the second boot made it’s way out of her.

A deluge of excrement shoveled onto the floor, heavy boulders filled with crumbling bone and leather straps-some of which still gleamed with tarnished metal that had made it’s trip through her digestive tract relatively unscathed. As the refuse tumbled out of her, Queen’s swollen guts decreased in size-transitioning from an enormous expanse to something only the size of a beach ball. Shuddering as something began to breach her rectum, Queen’s head swiveled to view behind her. Panting lightly as she saw a filth encrusted skull begin to slide into view, lodged inside a large volume of crap-nearly as big as a good portion of the waste already covering the floor, all on it’s own! The skull disappeared downward, out of sight and into the pile-but she could tell that it was still connected, via the spinal cord that ran the length of the turd, spreading her asshole more than a foot across as it’s widest. The width could be attributed to the largely intact ribcage, reinforcing the loaf like the chassis of a car while it ventured down her rectal highway.

Queen was openly moaning at the stimulation; she hadn’t been stretched out this wide in years! Eating Arctic was only proving to have been a better and better decision with every second, with her only regret being that she had been unable to taste her filling meal before this point. Eventually the mass behind her tapered off into a point that signified where her meal’s tail had been forcibly removed from the spine, and her bowels were all but spent. That… had been a lot. Looking behind herself, she was surprised by the amount of waste she had managed to produce-even given their varying sizes. Coming down from her enjoyment, Queen slowly stood, working out any kinks that had gotten into her back and legs while she relieved herself. She did feel much lighter, despite the additions to her backside and her still fat gut, something that wasn’t likely ever going to disappear. Retrieving her clothes, she wished she’d had something to wipe herself with-she was no stranger to roughing it, but the luxuries of her rule had made her accustomed to a level of comfort in her life, something she intended to return to as soon as possible. Cleaning herself as best she can in her situation, The Red Queen donned her signature apparel and headed topside.

Soon enough the end was in sight; the sound of birdsong and a cool breeze brushed the edges of the cavern entrance. She wasn’t entirely certain what would be waiting for here when she reached the exit, but she was certain that she was capable of handling anything that came her way. And with that final notion, she strode forward and away from the cave and everything in it.





Oiya!  MarianEdel, CynderRoseFal on DA ( https://www.deviantart.com/cynderrosefall/gallery ) was kind enough to gift me this art of Queen and their character Arctic! The image was done up by LovePonies89 on DA ( https://www.deviantart.com/loveponies89 ) and they did and amazing job of it! When I was asked to write a description for the encounter, I couldn't help but write the ten page story above! I hope you enjoyed it, because I had fun writing it!

A separate link to the story can be found here, if you want to read it by itself: https://aryion.com/g4/view/616541

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