There's nothing like a hearty meal after roasting your foes to cinders. Petrine has decided to take that to heart, with Titania as her prize of the day. However, the results are just a touch more fattening than the svelte, predatory general anticipated...

A lovely request from the gifted  Lutt! Petrine is a character who is essentially begging for vore content. She talks about roasting her foes, cooking them alive, and is distinctly cruel - if that's not pred behavior, I don't know what is! Lutt's illustrated that very well here, showing just how the once-fearsome general's dignity has been bested by her pathetic red-haired lunch. Plus, she's just ridiculously hot. I mean, look at her. Path of Radiance was cooking with her design (please forgive me). While you're at it, give their post some love too!

I may make a full story for this in the future, but for now, I hope this mini-story will suffice!

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Petrine let out a hearty, thunderous belch with the hints of a grin curling her wide-open mouth. She could smell that telltale reminder of her meal as she fanned the gastric fumes from her face with one hand—a strong meaty scent mixed with that acidic undertone. Her guts were clearly already at work melting her delicious redheaded lunch into dead meat.

Her flame lance had done the trick, hitting the woman just hard enough to stun her into becoming a remarkably filling lunch, though not without struggling on the way down. The defense of the Riven Bridge was proving to be quite the success for Daein so far. Petrine would still need to be on her guard in case any of Crimea’s stragglers attacked her in this vulnerable state, off her horse and heavier than ever.

“Damn you, wretched slob! I’ll make you rue the day you ever crossed the Greil Mercenaries!” came the defiant reply from the woman she’d so quickly scarfed down, relegated to a thick, prominent bulge as her pale gut churned with its new prey.

“Hmph. I couldn’t care less about you or your pathetic mercenaries. You stand against His Majesty and with those filthy half-breeds. Those facts make you worthy of becoming nothing but a meal.” Petrine hissed. “I would devour more of those juicy steaks you call allies if I could, but you’re plenty big enough, scum…”

“What did you just call me?!” Titania roared in rage as she slammed her whole body into a belly wall, only to wobble and shake her predator lightly. “I will not allow you to insult me or my allies with such impunity! I swear it!”

The green-haired rider shook her head. “It’s just as well, then. You could have sworn off your allies and had a chance to earn my forgiveness. Instead, you’ll stand with those hairy devils to the very end, hm?” Petrine’s disgruntled scowl lede way to her thick lips parting, the Branded warrior baring her teeth. “Then I’ll cook you alive!”

Petrine jabbed her red-hot lance just inches from her writhing gut, hoping that miserable woman within could feel the heat radiating from its tip. This was going to be a long, enjoyable digestion for the most voracious of Daein’s Four Riders. As her meal’s struggles slowly dwindled, Petrine began to muse on her earlier words. Even if Titania had begged for her mercy, she wouldn’t have an intention of letting that scrumptious hunk of meat go anywhere besides her intestines anyway…

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After wrapping up the battle, Petrine retreated to her private tent, stationed near the bridge’s outskirts as Daein considered its next move. With General Ike’s forces in retreat for now, getting preparations in order was paramount. But Petrine’s preparations took a different form than usual, given her new form.

Titania, it seemed, was not content to travel her way through Petrine’s intestines without a fight. Petrine’s belly had been growling and gurgling indignantly for hours, long after Titania’s gooey demise, and the end result made Titania’s new form very clear. The redheaded deputy of the Greil Mercenaries had left new layers of soft, thick fat in what seemed like every place to the annoyed paladin. With her armor put aside, she could easily observe her new, buxom figure. Black panties digging fiercely into her asscrack, lacy bra strained to its absolute limits as soft breast meat spilled out, a marshmallow-soft potbelly now adorning Petrine’s formerly trim yet curvaceous frame. There was no getting around the fact that she was genuinely plump now.

“Dog’s breath! You mercenaries sorely need a lesson in manners!” she snarled at last, gripping her newly fattened frame in lieu of another source to vent her anger at. That thick bubble butt in particular was never going to be contained by ordinary armor nor underwear again, and she hated knowing that.

While Petrine was no stranger to gobbling a foe or two, she was accustomed to their fatty deposits settling in more desirable areas and proportions— a little boost to her hefty chest and some extra jiggle to her round rear. A small potbelly left behind would normally be no issue, but this…felt extreme. Would anyone ever be able to look at her with a straight face? Could she command soldiers with the same authority looking like this? The greenette grimaced as a certain someone’s gentle face appeared in her mind. She could clearly picture that dragon laguz woman and that damnably smug smirk she’d wear as she giggled at the sight of the great General Petrine, inconvenienced by a lowly meal.

“Ugh, Ena will never take me seriously again…”

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