#SCARLETSWEEP BAYBEE

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“N-Nnnhh… Alright Flan, you won, now s-spit us all out already…! Your older sister c-commands it!!”



This event was meant to be a wonderful one for Remilia Scarlet. One where she could reclaim her old glory from days gone by and become a household name across Gensokyo once more…



…Now, however, the Scarlet Devil found herself in a situation that could very succinctly be called the exact opposite of what she would have wanted—packed inside of a hot, churning stomach with several other angry and confused contestants… said stomach belonging to her very own sister, no less!



It had all began one day when Remilia, having grown increasingly frustrated with what seemed to be an endless supply of new faces making themselves known around Gensokyo year after year, suddenly found herself struck with inspiration… a contest of danmaku. Taking Gensokyo’s pastime and turning it into a ‘popularity contest’ of sorts would undoubtedly bring her back to the forefront of the minds of all who dwelled within the land of fantasy. A ploy that worked far greater than she had imagined, with dozens of characters coming out of the woodwork to show off their eye-catching bullet patterns.



After a great many displays of danmaku and endless deliberations by the judges (who had totally not been bribed or manipulated by Remilia in any way), the huge pool of contestants dwindled down to a mere nine finalists—unsurprisingly, Reimu and Marisa were among the rankings, as were Remilia herself along with Sakuya, her most trusted servant. Some less expected faces who had somehow managed to find their way into the finals were the likes of Mokou and the Komeiji sisters.



But she had forgotten to consider the biggest wildcard in this whole matter—her sister, Flandre. By the time the last leg of the contest had rolled around, it was already well into the night. And with Sakuya too preoccupied with catering to the many dozens of contestants as well as participating in the competition herself, making sure to feed the young mistress her morning, afternoon, and evening meals had completely slipped her mind.



Remilia immediately realized something was amiss when a handful of contestants were mysteriously absent for their scheduled performances after the scheduled intermission.



“Sakuya…? Check on the missing contestants for me, will you?” Remilia asked aloud, expecting her trusted servant to appear by her side within the next instant and respond with a reassuring bow.



…Except Sakuya never appeared, something completely unlike her.



Compared to the lively hustle and bustle of several hours ago, the halls of the Scarlet Devil Mansion had fallen deathly quiet all of a sudden. With mild trepidation, she hurriedly began to check the rooms the contestants had been assigned to. Each and every time she opened the door, she found nothing but an empty room inside not a soul to be found.



…That was, until she finally decided to check on the room that belonged to her perfect and elegant maid. What she saw was something she wasn’t prepared in the slightest to see.



Not only was her sister here, sitting in the middle of the room, but Sakuya’s legs were hanging out of her drooling maw, kicking frantically in a desperate attempt to slow her descent into the vampire’s gullet.



“FLANDRE!! What are you DOING?!” Remilia cried out in a mixture of shock and fury, immediately rushing forward and clamping her hands around Sakuya’s calves before they disappeared past her sister’s lips. A fatal mistake, as it would turn out—Flandre had clearly no intention of letting go of her tasty meal, a fact that made itself quite apparent as Remilia struggled to pull Sakuya away from her slimy grip.



“F…Flan, wait! You had better do as your big sister says let Sakuya out right this instant, or else—”



SHHLLLRRRPPPP!!



A particularly forceful swallow from the destructive younger sibling immediately sucked in the rest of Sakuya’s legs and feet… and Remilia’s upper body along with it. Now reduced to yet another bulge sliding down her sister’s throat, Remilia could only scream out muffled cries of anguish as Flandre swallowed her down like a starving animal.



GULP… GLURK!



“BWUUOORPP!! Whew… wasn’t expecting you to come barging in all of a sudden, big sis… but I won’t say no to a yummy third-course meal, hehehewuuUUrrpp!!” Flandre giggled uncontrollably to herself as she gave her squirming gut a firm smack. “Now sit tight while I go meet up with the others, mmkay?”



“’Others’…? wait, don’t tell me you--!” Remilia gawked, only to be cut off by a vaguely familiar voice.

“Hmph… and here I thought you were just using her to dispose of us so you could hog all the glory for yourself.” Mokou grumbled, crammed towards the back end of Flandre’s stomach. Apparently, she had been Flandre’s first victim, with Sakuya and eventually Remilia following suit. “But it looks like your scheme’s backfired on you.”

“S-Silence! I’ve been in far worse situations.” Remi scoffed, pushing against the constraining, slimy walls. “You think I can’t break out of this miserable flesh sack?!” She continued to push her arms and legs out at varying degrees, grunting and straining herself while Mokou and Sakuya watched wordlessly. After a few seconds of fruitless struggling, Remilia gave up on her attempts to force her way out of her sister’s surprisingly resilient stomach.

“…O-On second thought, I’ll let Sakuya handle the logistics of it.”

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Meanwhile, after having sufficiently gorged herself for the time being, Flandre somewhat clumsily made her way back into the main hall where the contest was being held. Waiting for her were none other than three other clones of herself, a product of her Spell Card “Four of a Kind”, which appropriately enough, created three other duplicates Flandres that could act independently. Each of the other Flandres sported wriggling guts off their own, and judging by shapes of the outlines and visages pressed against the turgid belly flesh of her clones, Flandre #2 managed to devour both Reimu and Marisa, Flandre #3 had caught Yuyuko and Youmu, and Flandre #4 had swallowed up the Komeiji sisters.



“Nice work, me! Wow, you even got three of ‘em…!”



“No fair! I totally could’ve caught more if I wanted to…”



“Bwoorrrpp… Oough… I think one would have been enough for me…”



The three other Flans all chattered endlessly with themselves, their noisy voices and gurgling bellies creating a lively air in the mansion which had earlier been dead silent. The four of them continued to talk amongst each other and giggle as they entertained themselves by gingerly feeling up each other’s roiling guts and pressing them together, much to the dismay of their captive meals.



“Thanks for—hwoorrpp—speeding things along, me’s… but I think it’s about time for us to come back together.” The Flandre at the center of the group announced after a couple of minutes.



“Aww… okaaayyy…” The other three groaned in unison.



As the four Flans merged back into one, the younger Scarlet could feel an overwhelming sense of fullness wash over her like a tidal wave. Nine squirming bodies distributed across four individuals were all consolidated into one singular stomach, with her already huge gut nearly tripling in size into a writhing mass of flesh big enough to fill up a sofa. Even with her vampiric strength, the sudden increase in sheer weight was enough to send her to the floor, plopping her rump down and leaning back on her shaky arms for support.



“Huff… S… See? I knew I was going to—HWUURRPH—win!!” Flandre declared, half-drunk on her own overly glutted stupor. She barely even had a clue as to what kind of contest was going on—just that her sister was hosting one, and yet she wasn’t invited? How rude… but she sure showed everyone else that she was the best around… probably.



“Flandre, you had better… GLUURRGGG… else you’ll be grounded… BLLRRRTCHH… next century!!! Do you hear me?!?!” Came her sister’s muffled, angry roars amidst the cacophonous gurgles and groans of her active gut alongside the various muffled curses from the others.



Meanwhile, Flandre’s incredibly over-engorged belly worked diligently to break down the large mass of meat that had been kindly donated to it, loudly churning and bubbling as it took little heed in discriminating friend from foe. It sluggishly shifted to and fro, as well as up and down whenever a particularly forceful series of movements from the girls inside managed to resemble something of a coordinated escape attempt, but Flandre’s elastic stomach would always snap back to center, clamping over its prisoners like a vice with no intent of letting them go… not until they were thoroughly churned into soup, that is.



Just as how many of her previous hunger-induced rampages had gone in the past, Flandre could feel a sense of exhaustion creep over her like a fog. Her eyelid grew heavy, and the raucous sounds her belly was producing grew distant.



“Mmmh… Gnight, sis…” Flandre mumbled to herself, allowing herself a much-needed nap so her body could devote all of its energy towards her belly in digesting this massive victory feast…

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This is Part 1 of a comm for  DimentedChaos, who also wrote the accompanying bit of story!

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