This is for  ToonTownLoony featuring his Abbigale. I hope y'all enjoy! >w<

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Abbigale’s feet softly crunched into the freshly falling snow as she ran as fast as her legs could go. Her clothes of greyish blue blended in with the dark grey winter forest she went deeper and deeper into as she didn’t dare look back. All that she knew was that she had to protect her friends from those weird, cloaked people. She had told them to hide, while she made sure to lead that cult away and to hopefully get them lost…Even though, she was currently lost herself. She could hear the heavy breathing of her pursuers and their many feet pound behind her in a chase that was closing in. She felt like her lungs were about to burst if she ran for too much longer, but she feared the worst if she were to stop.

“WHOA!”

There was a wet splat sound followed by the scream that ended in a series of eager gulps. More screams and gluttonous sounds went on behind Abbigale as she slowed down her running with a pained wince. Getting plenty of oxygen to her body was tricky with her sides cramping. She eventually fell to her knees, gasping for air as she steadily looked back. The cultists were gone. The only things left behind was one robe and snow shuffled about to show there was a struggle. Steadily, her sides began to feel better while she rose to her feet, glancing around to see where they went. She couldn’t see anyone in this forest of bare trees, which made her nervous honestly. However, Abbigale was clued in what happened as an earth trembling belch rattled through the forest. Some monster must’ve enjoyed a feast, she knew with a sick feeling yet relieved feeling. Knowing it wasn’t wise to just stand around, she walked onward, hoping to find a road eventually.

It felt like an hour of walking for the lady as she watched the trees closely. Random animals would look to her, not running away but watching as she walked by. They had no fear of her, a human, in their area. She rubbed at her coat-covered arms, shakily letting out a puff of air as she carefully made her way forward.

CLOP! CLOP! CLOP! CLOP!

Hooves beat heavily into the snow behind her, to which she reckoned it was simply a deer or elk as she casually glanced back. She could barely make out the figure approaching for her, but there was something off with it. It looked purple and brown. It looked, as odd as it seemed, as if a purple haired centaur was rushing towards her. As the figure made her way to a clearing, to which the early moon’s light shined on it, Abbigale knew it was time to run. It was a centaur! She had seen many creatures of every sort, but this was the first time she was being hunted down by a centaur.

With a yelp, she ran forward, trying to reason with how she can avoid this creature. She could climb a tree, but did she have time to pull herself up and away in time? The hooves got closer as she huffed and puffed heavily after being so active for so long. This creature had height and more limbs on its side. Abbigale ran by an old video recorder set up in a tree that with it and tattered campground equipment was left behind for what seemed like a week ago.

The hooves followed loudly and swiftly behind her, gaining speed, to which the fear caused her to stumble forward with a panicked yap. She fell on her knees, right as the hooves slowed down right behind her to a steady trot. Trying to catch her breath, she looked back and way up at the centaur glaring down at her. It was a woman centaur. One with bright purple hair with dark purple horse-parts and dark skin that was only slightly covered by a shirt too small for the massive in scale centauress. Abbigale wasn’t given any time to reason with the creature to leave her alone, still attempting to calm her rapid gasps for air.

Leaning forward, the centauress gripped her by her shoulders and then opened her mouth wide. Very soon, the human’s blonde head was forced into the pink maw that slurped and suckled on her bit by bit. With a hungry series of swallows, Abbigale was forced into the tight throat that tugged her at an odd angle to spill into the only slightly roomier stomach. Very soon, all of her was tucked into the tight first stomach, to which Saddles let out a light feminine belch. It was very different from the beast that unleashed the one from earlier. Even if the voice was muffled, Abbigale could hear her say, “Sorry I had to eat you, but no strangers are allowed to enter Nymph Wood and leave here alive. At least its me that caught you.”

The human had her knees pressed into her chest with her arms awkwardly pinned to her sides. She mumbled right back as loud as she could with stomach innards squishing against her face, “Listen, I know some magic and I gotta tell you that I can’t be digested.”

Patting over her waist, the predator replied with a pout, “I’m sorry, but you have to. It won’t be that painful, though.” Before Abbigale could get another word in, the sphincter below her opened up and she felt like she was being swallowed again. She let out a yelp as she slid deeper still into the centauress until she felt like she was loosely hanging from hammock-like second stomach. She swayed and wobbled easily in there, pressing her arms and legs about with a grumble.

“She’s going to have to learn the hard way,” Abbigale muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as she figured to do the waiting game. At least she did her job of protecting her friends from the cultists and they were also far away from the voracious monsters that lived deep within this forest. The centauress turned around, trotting the way she came from as she gnawed her bottom lip as she watched her belly bounce with each step. It was always nice to feel someone press around inside of her, but she didn’t want to show how much she enjoyed this. That seemed rude to her meal. She walked by the campsite and the video recorder that barely ran for just a bit longer with such little power. However, it captured her steady walk back to her other friends that had feasted on the other people that entered their land.

The lady centaur soon approached a frog-like woman, a cow-like woman and a panda-like woman. All three had food in their bellies, although the frog-one only had a single person inside that squirmed rapidly while the other two had three each. “Oh! Hi, Saddles. I see you caught the one they were chasing,” said the cow lady as she stepped forward, giving the centauress a strong hug. The hug made Saddles hiccurp, blushing in shame.

“Y-yes. Thanks for that, Jiggles. And nice to see you too, Snuggles and Gurgles,” Saddles said, patting for Jiggles to let go of her.

Gurgles, the frog lady, crossed her arms grouchily over her breasts that were propped on top of her stomach as she leaned against a tree. “You would think the humans would learn to put up signs by now to warn their kind not to mess with we nymphs. I mean, I don’t care too much if I end up eating every last one of their kind, but I prefer to not have to wake up to my babies croaking to feast.” Two frogs hopped up on a mushroom beside her three-toed feet, pouting up at her comment. Her glare softened as she pat her belly. “Yeah. Yeah. I know. You didn’t want me to go hungry for a week. Thanks, guys.”

The frogs let out happy croaks as the nymphs got into friendly chatter, not minding that their bellies were gurgling eagerly while their prey struggled for freedom. All accept for Saddles’ stomach. It simply drooped between her legs, simply swaying any time she took a step. It was odd to not feel that familiar struggle, making her randomly not pay attention to Jiggles that happily went on and on talking about some cow farm she helped liberate. Instead, Saddles focused on how her meal was, realizing that she was taking a nap. And it felt like a happy sleep based off of the occasional happy sigh and nuzzles of her cheek into the squishy insides. What was even more so odd was that she could tell her digestive juices were sloshing and splashing around in there with Abbigale. How could she not be panicking or even just have passed out from the air in there?

“Mmm~ Mine are going soft already,” Jiggles said with a whine, pressing her fingers into her massive waist. There were slightly any bumps poking out from her tum now, her three prey too weak to fight her eagerly churning insides. “I guess that third stomach is a bit rough, huh?”

Saddles glanced over to Gurgles’ and Snuggles’ bellies. They were softening up too, but Saddles felt a bit uneasy about it. Sure, they ate before her, but Saddles knew her body. Her second stomach was very zealous to handle just one meal normally. She thought over the words her food said earlier, considering that it meant she had a human with the magic or potions to keep her alive in a belly. The idea of someone remaining in her belly like a creep forever made Saddles nearly sick. Well, she was in a pickle now. Horse nymphs weren’t good at throwing up meals in their second stomachs. That meant she would have to ask a favor she didn’t care to ask any of the fairies for.

With a huff, she bowed her head to the three. “Sorry, ladies, but I got somewhere to be.”

“Oh? What’s wrong,” Snuggles cooed in concern, to which Saddles blushed in shame.

“Um…n-nothing. Just have to meet an old fairy friend,” she muttered to which the other three nymphs winced for her.

“Ugh. Sounds rough. Hope to see you tomorrow,” Jiggles replied with a wave as the horse nymph trotted away with a pout. She knew she was about to have to get some more food hopefully later. Why was she so unlucky to have a meal with magic purposefully for making life rough for predators? It made her grumpily march over to the part of the forest where mushrooms glowed bright pink with a glowing red and white, like a candy cane, fairy sat on top of a shroom as she crushed herbs with a happy hum. The fairy looked up at Saddles approaching, a smile spread across her face as she set down her herbs.

“Oh, Saddles. How lovely it is to see you again. How may I help you,” she said chipperly as she looked from the nymph’s face to the gently swaying tummy between her legs.

“W-well, Peppermint, it’s a bit embarrassing. You see, I ate someone that can’t be digested…and she’s in my second stomach.”

The fairy sucked her teeth with a wince as she prodded that belly with a few experimental pokes. “Oh, yeah. She’s solid and I can tell by how it sounds in there, she should be horse stew by now.”

“Can you help, please,” Saddles whined, looking to her with hope.

“Of course, but at a price.” Peppermint’s sweet smile shifted to a sinister one.

Saddles was afraid of this. The nymph sighed heavily, placing her hands on her hips as her head hung low. “What’s the price?”

“I want you to eat my cousin, Spring-Onion. She’s been a jerk, trying to seduce the man I’ve had my eye on for the past year. She even got him to propose last night to her. Such an awful fairy,” Peppermint fussed. “However, I can make her grow inside of your stomach so that you’re full when you digest her. Make her more than just a morsel for ya if you do me this favor. I’ll even sweeten the deal and give her to you by morning, hmm?”

Saddles didn’t like to eat someone for such petty reasons. Food was better left as food. Not as revenge or malice like for Peppermint and Gurgles. However, the thought of having someone inside of her forever made her nauseous. “Oh, fine. Also, wipe her memories of ever meeting me or the other nymphs.”

Peppermint clapped her hands happily as she rushed beneath her glowing mushrooms to grab her potions.

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The rising sun over the hill made Abbigale blink and wince as she snuggled her face into the snow. With a groggy groan, she sat up to look around in much confusion. She was sitting beyond a forest right on a slope beside a road with many hills and mountains in the distance. The woman tried to think of how she ended up there. All that she could remember was that cultists chased her while she ran in the woods. Some of the memories were foggy, making her grunt as she gripped the sides of her head. Getting to her feet, she figured to walk along the road until she’d hopefully find a store or gas station to call for someone to pick her up. As she made her way to the side of the road, she heard a loud wet slurp followed by muffled shouts in the forest. She glanced in that direction, not seeing anyone with thick leaved trees blocking the nude trees within and whatever was suckling down a pitiful victim. Figuring not to concern herself with that, Abbigale simply walked onwards and away from that area.

Saddles watched carefully through the branches, sighing in relief at the human walking away before she glared over at Peppermint that fluttered in front of her. “You HAD to feed your cousin to me right as the human was leaving?”

“I can’t risk her getting my future husband’s attention,” she tittered. “Oh, gosh. Branch is gonna be my husband now!” She let out a cheer and did flips through the air before flying away, calling back to Saddles, “Thank you!”

The horse nymph sighed before looking down at her wriggling horse stomach that muffled Spring-Onion’s cries for help. It seemed wrong to help such a wicked fairy, but at least it meant she had food and had a undigestible human out of her stomach. The horse nymph finally relaxed down on the ground after a long night of dealing with Peppermint to shut her eyes. Listening to her belly contently GLORP and BLORP as it worked hard to break down her fairy food, she was soon lulled into sweet slumber, dreaming and hoping she’d never have to deal with another Abbigale ever again.

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