“Ahh, just in time. Thank you for the tea, Koakuma.”

Within the Scarlet Devil Mansion’s great library, Patchouli Knowledge sat at her study. A small stack of books regarding rockets and spacefaring lay sitting at her side, the shut-in mage currently engrossed in a paperback detailing the construction of satellites and space stations. After having spent the last few months preparing a Gensokyo-styled rocket ship for Remilia to travel to the moon, she had become somewhat interested in the science behind traveling through the sea of stars.

“Glad I could help, Lady Patchouli!” Koakuma smiled warmly, placing the refreshment down in front of her. “Um… I know my tea probably isn’t as good as Miss Sakuya’s, but hopefully you’ll still like it…” Her eyes drifted downward slightly, the little imp nervous about her first attempt at serving the stoic librarian some quality black tea.

Patchouli reached out, delicately hooking her finger around the handle. Raising the teacup to her lips, she took a moment to inspect the liquid housed within the small cup, before closing her eyes and taking a sip. Koakuma watched with bated breath as the witch in purple let the liquid sit in her mouth for a few moments, as if allowing her taste buds ample time to appraise its quality, before finally swallowing it down. After a long, punishing silence, she finally spoke.

“Hmm… For a novice tea brewer, it’s not bad.” She stated bluntly. “Well done, Koakuma.”

“It’s a little cold… but I won’t say anything. She’s trying her best.” The librarian thought to herself, furrowing her brow in thought as she silently judged the quality of the little devil’s drink. “Better than the fairy maids’ tea, at least. And perhaps with a little more training and effort, she could give Sakuya some decent competition...”

“Umm… Lady Patchouli?” Koakuma called out to her, snapping the lilac-colored magician out of her ruminations. “Your face is scrunched up like it usually is when that black-white shows up… Is my tea not that good after all…?

Thinking quickly, Patchouli changed the subject. “Mmh… I was just wondering how Remi and the others are doing, that’s all.” She mused. “It’s been almost two weeks; they should have reached the moon by now, if my estimates were correct anyway.” After taking another sip, she set it down on its plate, staring into the murky void of black liquid in thought. “I’m sure they can take care of themselves… but who knows. Something absurd could happen.”

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“Bwuu-hhuuUUUOOOOoorrppp!!”

Something absurd did happen.

As a thunderous belch echoed across the lunar beach connecting the moon’s soil to the Sea of Tranquility, the small group of lunar rabbits looked amongst each other with nervous expressions. Red-colored eyes quickly darted back and forth, none of them daring to speak louder than a whisper.

“Umm… I-Is this how Lady Yorihime usually deals with intruders…?” Murmured a black-haired rabbit, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face.

“Don’t ask me. I only started my training a couple months ago…” Replied a blue-headed one, shifting about on her feet.

Standing several feet in front of them was the source of their unease—their leader, Watatsuki no Yorihime, who at the moment was sporting quite the morbidly engorged stomach. Even with the Lunarian princess’ back being turned away from the troupe, however, any of them could easily discern the huge, fleshy globe sticking out from her middle, filled with the actively struggling bodies of her defeated opponents. The fleshy dome sagged down heavily, nearly touching the ground, stretching the silky fabric of her splendid ruby-colored dress to its limits and causing it to adhere tightly to the back of her legs and rear and leaving little to the imagination.

“E-Errgh… As trespassers to the moon, you four are now placed under—hhrrpp… L-Lunarian custody.” Yorihime handed down her sentence, covering her mouth with a fist to stifle one of the many burps that had wormed its way up her throat over the past few minutes. Her prisoners—four odd girls from the world below who had somehow managed to breach the lunar barrier—were rather sore losers, it seemed. Even after having agreed to their rules for battle and trouncing them all in one-on-one combat, they continued to incessantly struggle from within their slimy prison, causing a ceaseless cacophony of thick gurgles and glorps to melt out from her belly. Occasionally, a particularly powerful strike from within would cause Yorihime’s distended organ to suddenly lurch to one side, wobbling unsteadily to and fro for a moment before going still once more.

Growing rather annoyed by their lack of proper sportsmanship, she tapped the blunt end of her blade against the side of her swollen tummy, hoping it would encourage her captives to settle down. “You should at least accept your defeat more gracefully.” She chastised. “I adhered to the terms of this ‘spell card duel’ of yours… hic-uuwwrrph… d-despite how bizarre they may have been…”

“Marisaaaaaaa…” Reimu growled, veins forming on her forehead out of sheer frustration. “Why did you even make that stupid ‘winners eat losers’ bet with her?! We could have had a regular danmaku battle and worked something out to get back to Gensokyo, but you just had to ruin everything!”

“A-Ahh, c’mon, ‘Mu…! I was just messin’ around when I added that part in. J-Just to show off our confidence, y’know? I didn’t think she’d, uh, actually go through with it, honestly… eheh… eheheh…” Marisa laughed nervously. “…But hey, I figured you’d be able to take her down after she got the rest of us. How’d ya lose to someone who was lugging around three whole people in her gut, huh?”

“…Be quiet. I-It was just a… minor miscalculation, that’s all.” The shrine maiden grumbled, attempting to save face despite her obvious predicament. “…At least it wasn’t as embarrassing as Remilia’s performance. She practically dove right into her mouth… moron.”

“I HEARD THAT!” The Scarlet Devil roared, thrashing about and elbowing the stomach walls with all her vampiric might, hitting her gut-bound inmates in the process. “It was hardly my fault! That, that horrible light of hers, it blinded me…! One of you should have warned me that I was about to go barreling right down her throat! Grrghh… stupid goddess in the cave or whatever it was… not fair…” She grumbled under her breath, before suddenly turning her focus to her trusted servant. “Sakuya! Get me out of this disgusting place this instant!! I refuse to be made a meal of by this… this alien…!” She barked angrily. “The Scarlet Devil is no one’s food!!”

“F… Forgive me, mistress, but that battle drained nearly all of my stamina.” Sakuya conceded, ashamed of both her inability to defeat their foe, as well as being devoured shortly after her loss; a twofold humiliation for the so-called ‘perfect and elegant maid’. “And… I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to transport us out of this revolting chamber regardless… I would need a clear path to move through, and it’s quite difficult to do at the moment with the black-white’s rear pressing against my face.”

“Whoops, didn’t realize that was you down there, Sakuya. Sorry ‘bout that!~” Marisa apologized, only half-sincere. “I was hopin’ I was sittin’ on Remilia, honestly.”

“Nnnggrraaaahhhh…! You’re all completely worthless!!” Remilia fumed.

“Heh, yeah, like you’re any better.” Marisa retorted to the raging vampiress, a wry smirk on her lips. Noticing her friend grumbling spitefully to herself, she turned her head to ask the shrine maiden a question that had been on her mind. “…Oi, Reimu. Why don’tcha just use your power to channel another one of those gods and get us outta here, huh? There’s gotta be one you can summon that could help us out, right?”

“I already told you Marisa, I need to be able to properly concentrate if I’m going to channel the power of a god.” The bitter shrine maiden grumbled behind clenched teeth. “…And I can’t exactly concentrate when I’m stuffed inside some cramped, muggy stomach full of people who won’t stop yelling at each other!!”

“…For the record, you an’ Remilia have been doin’ most of the yelling.” Marisa stated, blunt as ever.

“…”

“Ow! H-Hey, quit kickin’ me!”

As the defeated heroines continued to pointlessly quarrel amongst each other instead of making a genuine effort to escape, Yorihime simply gave her burbling belly a couple soft pats. “Quite a lively bunch, aren’t they…” She mused under her breath, idly listening to the mixture of angry, muffled shouts and gooey burbles within her gut. “…But no matter, they’ll be dealt with appropriately. Now then… rabbits!” She called out, turning her head to look towards the troupe of moon rabbits standing huddled up behind her. The soldiers all jumped slightly upon being called, swiftly pulling their rifles up and standing at attention.

“W-What do you need from us, Lady Y-Yorihime…?!” The bespectacled, brown-haired one shouted, trembling as she held her weapon.

“Make contact with my sister’s aide and inform her that I’ve… uuoooOOOoorrppfff… t-taken care of the invaders on my end. Ugh… Pardon me…” She instructed, accidentally allowing another throaty belch to pass from her lips as she instructed her troops. She balled up her fist and held it over her mouth, glancing off to the side in embarrassment for letting such a crass act play out in front of her own troops. “…But leave it at that and nothing more.” She added, her gaze quickly turning harsh. “If I hear even one word about my current condition pass from your lips… you’ll be joining these four in here.” She slowly rubbed a hand over the taut, bumpy expanse of her pale stomach as it let out a long, meaty growl, causing the band of rabbits to quiver with fright.

“Y-Yes ma’am…!” They all shouted in unison, before immediately scrambling over who should be the one to deliver the message to the elder Watatsuki sister. Yorihime watched them for a moment, slightly miffed at their lack of expediency in helping deal with the invaders… but hopefully seeing their fearless leader in action would spur them on to train harder. Hopefully.

“Now then… these Earthlings must be brought back to the capital for interrogation…” She inhaled deeply, readying herself to carry off her captured prisoners. Even the simple act of turning herself towards the city had become somewhat of a difficult task, however, nearly losing her balance as she swung the heavy weight a full 180 degrees, yelping and staggering about before coming to a pause, taking a brief moment to catch her breath. As it turned out, the burden of having an extra several hundred pounds of meat attached to her midsection challenged the battle-hardened warrior princess in ways she never could have expected… yet despite the sudden drop in mobility and grace, she remained resolute in marching back to the capital with her haul.

“Haahh… huufff… C-Cease your—uurrhpp—futile resistance already… if you come along quietly, I may still allow you to return to your home.” Any attempts to bargain with her captives ultimately fell on deaf ears, her titanic tummy angrily swaying back and forth like a round, fleshy pendulum as the four girls entombed within continued to violently squirm against the encroaching stomach walls squeezing them tightly, thwarting any of Yorihime’s efforts to hobble back to the Lunar Capital. Even as she dug her hands into the flanks of her bulbous stomach, grunting and gritting her teeth while she struggled to heft up its substantial girth, the most she could muster was a sluggish waddle, thrown off balance by the occasional lurch from her depths. She briefly considered calling upon the powers of one of the myriad gods to help lug her hefty, sloshing gut along… but utilizing her divine talents for such a menial task felt improper of her.

“…At this rate, an interrogation may not be very likely...” Yorihime grimaced, only managing to move her hefty frame more than a few meters. As the overengorged organ hanging from her middle loudly grumbled and sloshed about with each weighty step she took, the emissary of the moon began to feel… uneasy. She stopped in her tracks as she felt her guts start to actively bubble and churn like a cauldron of digestive juices, followed by the surface of her tremendous belly rippling as a particularly nasty-sounding gurgle blurted out from her core, causing her to wince.

It seemed the lunarian’s innards were none too agreeable with this earthling cuisine, its prisoners’ struggles from within their fleshy confines starting to give the lunar emissary quite a nasty case of indigestion.

“Mm… M-Mrrphh…” Yorihime pursed her lips, placing a hand over her mouth and closing one eye. The gastric disturbance was clearly causing an immense amount of strain to her, the Lunarian commander being forced to bend over and lean on her titanic, roiling belly for support.

“L-Lady Yorihime…? Are you alright…?” One of the rabbits asked precariously, both parts worried for her boss’ safety and afraid she was about to witness someone explode. They stood in front of the younger Watatsuki sister, all bearing different ranges of quizzical expressions as they gazed at their boss, then back to each other several times.

“I-I… I’m perfectly… h-hurrpp… f-fine…” Yorihime stuttered queasily, attempting to remain cool and collected despite the utter, living hell her innards were experiencing at the moment. “A-As one of the leaders of the lunar defense corps, I, W-Watatsuki no Yorihime, will not be deterred by a mere… s-stomachaaauurrppp…!” Her eyes went wide as she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth in preparation for another oncoming belch. Attempting to hold back the large ball of gas building inside her wildly gurgling tummy only made the pressure grow more and more… until it was simply far too great for the Lunarian princess to hold back anymore. The rabbits standing in front of her were greeted with the sight of Yorihime’s cheeks flaring up like balloons, moments before…

“Bwwoo-hhuuuUOOOOOOOUUUuuuurrrlllcchhh!!!!”

…An absolutely monstrous explosion of pent-up gas burst forth from her lips like a volcanic eruption, assaulting the rabbits’ senses with a shower of saliva and noxious-smelling fumes. Such a forceful eructation happened to bring up an array of various clothing articles along with it, the soggy apparel splattering into the faces of a few of the less fortunate rabbits; among them were a maid’s headdress, a frilly pink mob cap, a pointy witch’s hat, and a crimson-colored hair bow. Once the several-second-long belch had finally subsided, the group of moon rabbits collectively craned their necks downward to gaze upon the expelled garments littering the ground.

“Oouugghh…” An uncharacteristic whine escaped the stoic swordswoman’s lips as she clutched her roiling tummy with her free hand, using the sword held in her other as a support to lean on. “O-On second thought, perhaps one of you should—bwuu-huuoooohhhrrrrppp… i-inform my sister to come over here, after all… I may need her assistance with… u-uurrrp… returning to the p-palace…” Yorihime groaned, her overtaxed stomach proving to be her own worst enemy. She blinked, noticing the accessories expelled from their gullet as they lay dejectedly in the sand. “…And one of you—ggh-hurrp… g-gather those up.” She commanded queasily, moving to stifle yet another thick burp. “Those garments may prove to be useful in the event that the prisoners don’t survive the… interrogation process in one piece. Hic-uuuwwrrpppfff… N-Nngh, and in the meantime, the rest of you will massage my stomach until my sister arrives…”

“Y… Yes, ma’am!”

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After a few minutes of much-needed stomach massaging delivered by her loyal followers, the once fervent struggles of the lunar princess’s ingested foes began to wane, the mass of bumps violently erupting all across the surface of her distended middle having dwindled to little more than the occasional weak shove.

“Hmm, it seems they’ve finally started to settle down…” Breathing a sigh of relief, she pressed a hand into the flank of her now much rounder belly, feeling the soft gutflesh give way to her inquisitive fingers. “Perhaps this won’t be as terrible as I thou—"

“Lady Yorihime, w-wait!” One of the rabbits suddenly called out. “What should we do with these three?” The little bunny motioned with her rifle towards a trio of fairies tied up together with femto fiber ropes. They bore a slight resemblance to the silver-haired human currently melting into sludge inside her gut, garbed in frilly attire resembling that of a housemaid. “These are f-fairies, aren’t they? It’d be dangerous to bring them with us back to the capital…”

“Ah… r-right, them.” A droplet of sweat slowly trickled down Yorihime’s face, her skin going pale as she gazed upon the three fae. Indeed, fairies were beings overflowing with impurities, something that would absolutely not be allowed in the pristine lunar city. “I had almost forgotten…” She muttered under her breath, having paid them little heed after they had given their impromptu danmaku battle demonstration earlier. “…V-Very well, bring them over here. I will deal with them my—bhwuuoorrp—s-self.” Grimacing, the lunar commander already began dreading the thought of another horrible bout of indigestion that would inevitably assault her innards from trying to process such impure creatures.

She began to wonder just how she would explain the situation to her superiors back at the capital… and especially her sister.

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Another wonderful commission I got from  Scyn, this time featuring an alternate ending to Silent Sinner in Blue with Yorihime making a meal out of a certain group of invaders from Gensokyo. Was in the mood for some moonbitches after reading up on SSiB, so I couldn't resist getting a little something for my favorite of the two Watatsukis, ahaha.

That said, hope y'all enjoy.

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