This is for emalee. Enjoy! >w<

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The cellphone pressed against Emalee’s pale cheeks and ear, hearing the ring continue on and on for a while. This was her third attempt to call Jess, only ending up hearing the “Leave your message and I’ll get back to you” memo once again with an irritated sigh.

She had told Jess to wait before heading on out to search for the dog she was pet-sitting. Huckabee, the beagle, had ran off the leash into the woods not far from the house the dog’s owners owned. It was a spooky forest that was silent with barely any scuttle or scamper of an animal heard within. Thick trees full of leaves that remained on even during these winter months walled the bare trees within as if to hide other secrets within the woods. Jess had been warned by the owners of Huckabee to not go pass that tree line no matter what. They had told her that the dog would be fine if he ran out there, but most people that escape from there tell terrifying stories of hearing screams or muffled shouts with the overwhelming noises of a thirsty gullet, a gurgling gut and belching women. Similar stories, but none of the people that left ever got to see the creatures that made such gluttonous sounds. However, not all locals believed such tales. Jess was about to just let Huckabee wander out there a while and wait for him to get back within a day.

However, a day had passed. Soon two days passed, to which Jess worried for the dog. She had called Emalee to come over and help her hunt for the dog while she went into the woods with her shotgun. She warned her to wait, but Jess claimed she heard Huckabee and decided to go after him to bring him home on a leash hopefully.

The pale skinned goth huffed as she pocketed her phone as she walked through the snow that crunched lightly beneath each step. She wasn’t dressed for the winter weather, but the cold wasn’t what made her shiver. It was the odd silence. There was only lightly fluttering down snowflaked that sounded out. She looked around to see if there were any animals about. Emalee spotted a bird and squirrel standing up on a branch, but the two simply stared down at her. They watched her walk along, not budging a single bit as they remained like statues except for steady turns of their heads. It made her shake her head, reckoning it wasn’t a good idea to worry herself. She needed to focus on finding Jess or the dog.

It was many of minutes walking in the silent winter woods before Emalee heard something. It was rhythmic thumps upon the ground coming up behind her. As the sound got closer, she recognized the sound of hooves, to which she looked back. That was when she understood this truly wasn’t a normal forest as she took in the sight of the hooved figure.

She looked like a purple centauress rushing to Emalee. Her hair on her head and tail was bright violet while her horse body was a shady purple with her human parts dark skinned. The only thing she wore was a blue shirt that was obviously too small on her. Her under-boob was shown plenty as her run made them bounce freely in the blouse. If it wasn’t for the determined glare this horse woman was giving her, the goth would have continued staring. However, she knew that wasn’t a wise idea.

With a yelp, she picked up her leisurely pace to run away. The centauress just picked up speed, her height and four legs helping her easily keep Emalee in her sights. They passed by a recently destroyed campgrounds with a video recorder set up on a low branch of a tree and the humans that owned it were nowhere to be found. The recorder watched on a low battery Emalee run by followed by the horse woman shortly coming up behind her. If only the owners were still around, they’d have evidence of the mysterious creatures in the forest.

Emalee pulled out her phone, calling Jess to hopefully hear her friend not far from her as she ran with heavy breathing. “C-come on! Pick up!”

The hooves continued to sound out behind her, but…there was another sound. It was muffled, but she knew well it was Jess’s ringtone. She looked over her shoulder during her sprint, making sure Jess just wasn’t somewhere around. All that was there was a centauress that paused her running at the vibrating phone sounding out from within her. The horse woman blushed, glancing at her backside with a huff. She moaned lowly, “Dang, she must be popular. Too bad.”

Emalee kept up her run, looking over her shoulder until her foot slipped a bit into an animal’s burrow. She let out a yelp, falling forward with her cellphone falling out of her hand that still rang for a bit. The hooves clopped slowly closer along with the muffled sound of Jess’s phone as Emalee rolled over to glance at the horse stomach. That was where it was, but that stomach was too tiny to be storing her friend. Sure, the horse woman’s breasts, hips and rump were clearly plush from eating well, but Emalee hoped that it didn’t mean Jess had been churned down into fat on this woman. It was the conclusion that came to the goth’s mind. After all, she doubted this creature would just slurp down the owner of the phone.

Soon the phone stopped ringing as soon as the recording to “leave a message” sounded out on Emalee’s phone. She steadily reached over to the phone, gripping it for security as the centauress continued her blushing glare down at her. She towered high above her, sighing, “I’m sorry I have to do this, but at least it’s me eating you and not one of the other nymphs.”

Emalee tried to get up and run, but this predator was fast and strong. Her hands gripped the goth’s boots and then pulled those up and into her mouth to do an eager slurp followed by a GLURK. The legs were tightly bound in the horse woman’s throat, pulling her in with each strong swallow as all that the prey could do was try to crawl away by hand or shimmy her hips to try to dislodge herself. That gullet proved to be powerful though. It kept up its work, pulling those hips in as the centauress grabbed those hands to stuff in beside the hips. The phone remained in Emalee’s hand but with that mouth and throat being so tight, she couldn’t touch that screen or even the emergency button. The tongue wandered over the pale skin of the goth’s back before slurping to the point her cheeks were full of breasts. The predator watched as Emalee stared down at her as the slurping made the prey’s boobs and head bob to the rhythm, saying, “Please, reconsider. I can just leave and never come back.”

To answer her, the horse woman slurped her down and inside her poochy cheeks. The last that out of her lips was the goth’s hair that was easily suckled in to follow Emalee down and down inside of her until she was curled up in her first stomach. With a content sigh, she pat over her bulging human belly before she released a light belch. “Mmm~ Excuse me. And sorry to move you along so fast, but…I’m very hungry. That human from earlier was filling but she made me crave for more. That’s the sad thing about tasty food I suppo-Oh, sorry. I bet you don’t care to listen to this.”

Emalee wasn’t forced to stay curled up in that first stomach for too long. Very soon the sphincter beneath her rump and boots opened up to let her slide down and inside the more spacious area. Her hands tried to press around to keep from falling in there, but those innards were too slick for her to securely grip anything. The second stomach gave her more freedom to squirm and press around, but this chamber enjoyed rubbing into her as she hung loosely between those sturdy horse legs. A less lady-like belch sounded out followed by the predator being heard, a bit muted with layers of flesh blocking the soundwaves, “O-oh, excuse me. …And oh bother! I forgot to strip this one too. I hope the clothes pass through me smoothly this time. I’m guessing the other meal’s clothes did.”

The goth turned on the light on her phone to look around those dark insides. Stomach juices sloshed around her with familiar looking clothes beneath her. She pulled them out to examine, her face getting surprisingly more pale at the sight of Jess’s bulky blue coat. Soon, Emalee found her pants, shirt, panties, bra and so on piled beneath her. All of these clothes gave her an idea. She yelped as her devourer began to turn back the direction they came from, trotting along slowly. The simple motion of walking made the stomach bounce and slosh so much, making bracing inside there extremely difficult. Her face, shoulders and breasts pressed out of the belly in evident imprints, to which the centauress gnawed her bottom lip as she glanced back at it. She trotted by the video recorder that caught the rare sight of a nymph full of live prey that no one would ever be able to view.

As soon as the horse woman was pass the camp grounds, Emalee steadied herself well enough to start stuffing the wet clothes of Jess into the sphincter that she guessed led to the intestines. She could tell by her fingers pressing in there, the sphincter couldn’t accept her until she was softer but the clothing was easily slurped in there. However, the actions made the predator stiffen with a wince and groan as she paused to look back at her drooping abdomen. “Ooo! Ow! Ow! Wh-what are you doing in there?”

Emalee shoved Jess’s bra in there, retorting with much sweating and heavy breathing, “It’ll stop if you spit me out!”

The centauress huffed, placing her hands over her plumpened breasts. It hurt to have her intestines stuffed full of clothes so forcefully, but they were familiar with this pain that made her twitch and writhe where she stood. “Not happening. That’s my second stomach, meaning a place I can’t throw you up from. You gotta go out the way other food does.”

The air was thick in there, making the goth feel loopy in the head as the belly juices were being rubbed into her fervently. She held up her phone, asking between pants, “Y-you sure about that?”

“Yes, now just relax. My belly is nicer than other nymphs’ as, I’m guessing, your friend found out. It tends to allow food to enjoy themselves as they breathe in the fumes in there as I’ve been told, so she was quite-OH!”

The horse woman stopped her talking as she felt the vibration and heard the cellphone’s song that was reaching her colon. Her cheeks became bright red as she glanced back at her plump horse rump, her knees buckling into each other as the juddering sensation overwhelmed her. She breathed heavily as she angrily looked to her belly stomach, fighting the urge to moan as her front hoof gave the tum a bump. “H-h-hey! Stop th-that! Oooh~”

Emalee just let the phone ring, hoping that her devourer would reconsider trying to puke her out. She breathed heavily as those insides churned at her body, rubbing into the curves and crevices of her form make her gradually tender meat and then thick soup. She kept the phone out of the juices, hearing Jess’s phone not far from her as the belly gurgled and groaned rowdily. Faintly, she heard the sounds of the predator shuffling in excitement as well as the moans she tried to not voice. “G-gonna keep on doing this until you puke me out! Or I could call the police to have them finally hear about what’s out here!”

Getting down on her knees, the centauress’ belly squished into the snowy ground as she breathed with immodest desire. She soon rolled on her side, allowing for her belly to rest on the forest floor as her hands reached over to press down. Feeling the softening body of her meal, she continued to rub around and down at her to help the belly work a little faster. All the while, her stuffed intestines of Jess-chyme and clothes made her twitch in blushing agony. “C-call the police for all I care. Just stop that phone from vibrating so close to my…backdoor.”

Emalee began to dial the police, surprised yet happy to hear a woman pick up.

“Hello. Central Police Department. What’s your emergen-?”

“I’m stuck inside a horse lady! She ate me,” the goth was quick to say, resisting groaning or moaning at the churning and mashing constantly into her. There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, to which she added, “I’m not joking! She already ate my friend! Please send someone to the woods right by-!”

“Dang, Saddles must be hungry today,” the lady said, causing Emalee to look to her phone in confusion. “This is the second time someone called today from her stomach. Listen, here’s the same advice I gave your friend earlier; ‘Just relax and enjoy yourself. It’s like the most intense massage you’ll ever get in your life…as short as it is now.’ Sure, that made her go into angrily shouting at me before I listened to her moan as she digested but doesn’t bother me to listen to again. Honestly, just makes me hungry.”

Emalee listened in stunned silence, the swishes of the stomach the only thing the officer on the phone could hear. After the long pause, the woman continued, “Okay, I’ll hang up now. Don’t try calling again. This is a small town, sugar. No one’s gonna look for you. Digest well.”

With that cheery toned sendoff, there was a click to signal the end of the call. The goth gave out a frustrated huff as she shut her eyes, feeling Saddles continue to press her hands down into her. She really didn’t want to resort to magic, but she would if she had to. Her eyes opened, glowing a bright purple as she shoved her limbs around. She knew this wouldn’t break her out of this durable stomach, but she wanted to bring discomfort on this naughty nymph. Her boots kicked roughly between the back of the horse woman’s legs as her hands pressed up near the breasts. Saddles blushed at the presses roughly pressing in those areas as her belly felt so hot that the snow beneath her was melting. She knew that her meal was really cooking now, but now the food felt so heavy. She couldn’t move from her spot she lay on, grunting and huffing as the shoves continued. “Oh! Uhn~ St-stop that!”

The goth’s body began to glow just like her eyes, enchanting her body to reform after this was all over. She breathed in lewd gasps as her hands, elbows, knees and feet continued to push nonstop despite how weak she was feeling. The constant squishing walls grinded into her butt and chest, adding to why she was blushing as she steadily got softer and softer as Saddles could feel.

For about an hour, the two were in persistent resistance to each others wishes. The predator knew that her meal was close to melting down into submission based off of how she felt against her fingers. It was like molding lady-shaped dough that stubbornly wouldn’t moisten enough. Emalee just weakly nudged out at her consumer’s sensitive areas, leaving Saddles a flustered blushing mess. Very soon her eyes shut and her phone slipped from her hand into the soup she was becoming. She let out a shaky last sigh as she slipped into being unconscious.

Saddles gave a subtle prod at her belly, getting a juicy GLORP in response. She let out a sultrily flustered sigh as she groped her belly some more to feel her resistant meal finally soften more and more between her fingers into soft slushiness. BLORP. BLOOOOP. GLORP. The stomach sounded out with each knead of her hands until she exhaled and relaxed on her side to try to sleep. She reckoned she could finally sleep with only the dulling pain of full intestines of clothing to deal with.

However, there was no such luck for the predator.

Very soon, she felt a sturdy boot of Emalee’s slip into the sphincter leading to her intestines. Saddles tensed up with a whimper, glancing back at her bloated middle as her horse legs tensely rubbed into it. She whined as more clothes slipped in there naturally, grumbling, “Why didn’t I strip them? It would’ve only took a couple of minutes. Oh, why can’t I rest?!”

The next few hours were restless ones. The nymph rubbed her gut lovingly with her human hands and all four legs as she pouted sleepily, feeling the clothes pack in more and more inside the winding digestive tract until the fatigue of it all lulled her into dreamless slumber.

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“So how was the meal from yesterday?”

Dressed in sheriff attire was a curvy lady that relaxed against a tree as she watched Saddles bathe in a stream. The lady removed her bulky sheriff hat to reveal cat ears beneath. She had no tail, so obviously none of the locals except her fellow nymph officers knew what she was. A cat nymph that figured it was safe to have a job at the police station just in case situations like from yesterday happened. The horse nymph blushed as she remembered what happened, ceasing her scrubbing in the frigid waters.

“Well, it was easy to digest the first one. The second one’s meat wasn’t so easy to soak down into being pliable. However, both had so much clothes to push out, my rump still hurts.” She huffed, rubbing her horse rear at remembering this morning. “But otherwise, what was left of them came out smoothly…as gross as that is to explain.”

The sheriff purred, giving a devious grin. “Oh, come on. Its natural. I mean, I’m jealous you get to enjoy food so easily out here. I have to eat a lone visitor to town and wait until they’re alone to spring into action. Its not as much fun as enjoying them out in the wild, but someone has to make sure Nymph Wood gets low exposure, right?”

Saddles gave a pitying smile as she climbed out of the stream. The cat nymph handed her a massive quilt, to which the horse nymph let out a cheery neigh as she rubbed against the warm blanket. “Mmm~ I hate wintertime, but I love the lovely cozy moments it brings.”

“Huckabee!”

“Jess, where are you?!”

Saddles and the sheriff looked in the direction the calls were coming from. It was two humans by the sounds of them, one male while the other female. The cat nymph purred as she glanced over to the belly that was flatter while Saddles’ breasts sagged heavily to the point the nipples were exposed to the cold air. Other parts of her were plusher all thanks to her two humans she ate yesterday. The sheriff licked over her teeth to show off four especially sharp fangs within. “Well, I can tell the officers to hold down the police department for a few hours while we friends bond over a meal, whatcha say?”

The horse nymph didn’t want to show she was happy to eat another human treat, but she couldn’t hide it as she eagerly answered, “I’d love to. I-I mean, of course.”

With that, the two quietly moved toward the calling humans.

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