Sereena's tail lashed to and fro behind her as she waited for her friend. A distant rumble made the mouse-girl glance up at the darkening, clouded sky again, running a hand through her short, brown hair with a frustrated huff. It looked like it might storm-and Mimin still wasn't here yet! And it would wait to rain until after she'd done all the day's work, wouldn't it? She leaned her back against the fence post on the edge of town, arms crossed-before perking her murine ears up as she spotted someone on the road in the distance. "Mimin?" She called and waved, hoping up and down to try and make herself more visible. She was, after all, a bit on the short side, perhaps a foot shorter than the feln. Not necessarily flat chested or slim-there was a bit of curve to Serena!-but it was all scaled down to match her somewhat shorter size.

Which is not to say that Mimin was all that tall herself. While Pyxacea had thunderbolts, floods, and the occasional earthquake, that was the end of the violence that was to be found in that world. It was a kinder place than most, from its weather down to its lifeforms. Everything was a little brighter and a little cheerier than in other realms. That was, for instance, why Mimin's skin was a cheery bright purple, and her hair, draped down all the way to her buttocks, was deep blue. Her cat-ears, furred in the same color as her hair, twitched above her head in recognition as she spotted the mousegirl waving at her. She waved vigorously as she approached down the trail, which set her modest, freestanding breasts to wiggling. Mimin was completely bare from the waist up, and for that matter, completely bare from the waist down. Shame was as foreign to Pyxacea as evil. The instant she was within earshot, the catgirl shouted, "Hiiiii, Sereena!" and redoubled her waving.

Seerena was not quite as naked-she had a sort of bandoleer-belt on, with a few pouches and tools, for she hadn't yet had the chance to stow them away yet. Just assorted carpentry bits-hammers, a thick pouch for nails, a hoop for thick work gloves-but other than the work-belt, she was as naked as Mimin. She was not, perhaps, as brightly colored-her hair was a soft brown-although her pale skin did have a very faint, yellow-orange tint to it, like sky before sunrise. "What took you?" Sereena asked, more curious than angry, hand cupped around her mouth as she shouted back. Not content to just wait for her friend, Sereena started jogging towards her, soon bouncing with a different frequency, but similar manner.

Mimin, alas, added a bit more of a wait to their meeting past what Sereena asked about, but only that short span required for the two of them to meet in the middle. It simply wouldn't do to offer an explanation at a shout. But once they had met (and shared the customary greeting hug), Mimin said: "Sorry! I had to buy some things and Poloo didn't have what I was looking for, so I had to go seee Remelle, and she was taking a break so I had to wait. And then I had to take it back home, so I wound up being late to leave. Sorry! You shouldn't be late, but you really shouldn't be late when you're the one who told them to meet you!" She bowed shortly, but popped right back up-- Sereena was not the kind of friend who needed to have the obsequiences piled on to paper over a small offense. "I think what I wanted to say will be worth the wait, though!"

Sereena nodded, and gently reached down to bop her friend very lightly (it's honestly just a playful, two-fingered tap!) to the back of Mimin's head as she bowed, laughing. "Alright, alright, I can't every stay very grumpy with you, Mimin." She flicked her tail behind her-goodness, but her friend's enthusiasm and excitement was always so infectious. "I'm sure it will be! You've had me in suspense all day-" She bounced on the balls of her feet a little, peering back up at the catgirl. What could require such preparation, that was so important that she wanted to say it in person? That she hadn't just sent Charelle with a note, or the like? She was practically stewing in suspense. Maybe... maybe..

No, it hadn't been a year.

Had it?

Oh, blast, Sereena was always so bad with dates.... no, best just to ask.

"So! What was it?" Her ears perked up, the mouse gal leaning eagerly towards her friend.

"Well," Mimin said-- and then a peal of thunder rolled through, arriving from some terribly distant thunderhead. "Well," Mimin said, starting again, slapping her palms at her tight little butt for emphasis and puffing out her chest. "Maaaaybe you haven't been paying attention to my body (I know you have, though), but just in case you need to have it pointed out (you don't), my poor titties have shrunken down to little nubs." At this, she clapped her fingers across her nipples, by way of pointing out what dreadful poverty the poor things were in. "And my hips have gone all straight and flat," said the catgirl, her hands straying back down to her midsection. "Whereas you, Sereena, are all nice and plump from those rice-balls someone has been buying you all year. We're juuuuust about to turn over from spring to summer, so I'm juuuuuust about to turn over from a happy kitty to a hungry kitty. And you, well... you're the prettiest, smartest mus I've ever known, and I want to have you inside of me." Clasping her arms behind her back, Mimin wriggled her hips in a feigned blush and said, "Sereena... would you do me the honor of sustaining me through the next year?"

Serena's face slowly reddened-not with shame, but with a rising excitement-as Mimin pointed out just how woefuully, dreadfully skinny she's getting, of how Armina's been almost entirely used up. Her tail whipped faster, the mus-girl bouncing a little on the balls of her feet as Mimin intentionally drew out that build up, to the point where the carpenter was almost vibrating in place. And then, finally, that question.

The mouse-girl's response was instantaneous. Her whole body seemed to uncoil as she lunged those few inches forwards in a sudden, eager hug, arms clasping around behind the cat-girl's back, cheek pressed to one of Mimin's breasts. "Oh, Mimin, yes!" She squealed, squeezing once. "Of course! Would that I could say yes MORE than once!"

"Well, I mean, you can!" Mimin retorted. "But I can't get any happier to hear you say it." She let Sereena stay in the hug for as long as she wanted, stroking the mousegirl's hair and enjoying the feeling of the girl's breasts pressed up against her belly. "But I'm really, really glad you said yes... I honestly hadn't even thought of who I'd ask if you'd said no." A bit of a perilous move, that, given her relative privation; a bit of the predatory aspect in her wanted to go ahead and take Sereena right that moment. But that would require her to walk home with a full belly with the rain building up, and besides that... "Do you have anyone you want to tell, first? I can wait a week or so if you need to settle up with anyone before you give yourself to me."

She snorted, and gently rubbed her head Mimin's chest, short hair lightly tickling the bare flesh. "I mean say 'yes' more than one year in a row, you doof. THAT I can't do." She says with a mildly frustrated huff-more that she can only be Mimin's once than anything else! She leans her head back, and bites at her lower lip. "I-well, I at least need to drop my tools back off at the shop. And-" She runs a hand through her hair, thinking. "I-hff. I almost wanna make it a spectacle, but-well. I've-" She wriggles. "I was kinda hoping you'd ask me, so, um. ... I maaay have written a letter each year, for the past few years. Just in case. I'll-I can show you where it is when we get back to the shop!"

Mimin giggles. "Oh noooo! I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long, then!" After a moment's thought, she adds, "Do you still have the other letters? I'd love to keep them." At the next ominous rumble from several miles away, Mimn frowned, an unusual and somewhat distressing expression to see on her face. "Well... maybe we should start off now, in any event," she said. "I wouldn't mind lying in your bed for a couple days, but my bed is extra-comfy... and the rain is probably going to get here sooner rather than later!" She turned Sereena around and took the mus's hand in hers, clearing the way for the two of them to set off.

The scent on the wind had changed by the time they'd reached Serena's house, the treetop beginning to sway gently. It took little time for Serena to wiggle out of her carpenter' harness... but a good bit longer for her to set it down again. She wanted to be with Mimin. She was eager to be with Mimin. But the tools- It was a weighty thing, laying those down for the last time, like leaving a friend. The closest thing, perhaps, to sadness that she'd ever felt-a sort of gentle melancholy. She arranged them, carefully, on the table in plain sight, and hastily scribbled out a long little note. Who she thought might be best to fill her role-in order, of course, because several of them might also not make it past the week-where she'd kept her manual, and what orders were outstanding. Most of the note was just telling people where her other notes were-the mouse was nothing if not organized.

Which is why, perhaps, it took her no time to find her letter. Letters. All of them, almost one for every year she'd known Mimin. It's not that she'd been waiting, or pining for it. Or that she was upset or disappointed when Mimin picked another-she was glad she'd had so many years to learn her craft, to refine her trade, to grow closer with the cat. But she'd always known-or perhaps, just hoped-that Mimin would ask her eventually. And she'd wanted to be ready.

Carefully, the mouse-girl slipped them into a waterproof satchel, fastening it tightly as she stepped toward Mimin, taking one last, long look at her workshop. "I hope someone takes good care of you-" She said to the tools, to the workshop, to the home, standing upright-now as naked as Mimin. "Because I know someone' going to be taking good care of me."

There was a lot that Mimin could say or not say, given that it might be best said sometime later. But solemnity was almost entirely foreign, and there was no reason to say later what could be said then. After sidling up to Sereena and squeezing her by the shoulder, Mimin said, "You were a good carpenter, Sereena. Everything you built is gonna be standing for a really long time!" The palm trees outside hissed angrily in the wind. "But we might blow away if we don't get going soon," she added with a laugh. When Sereena finally assented to leaving, the two walked out into the open again, under a sky that was now entirely grey and rumbling. They kept a brisk pace, brisk enough to keep even Mimin's motor-mouth from being occupied with anything more than taking breath, and when there was a bright flash with a visible streak in the distance, their brisk stroll turned into something more like a strongly motivated walk. But even that pace wasn't enough to get them to their destination before the storm hit in earnest; a few quick pitter-pats were all the warning they got before the clouds began to pour out onto them and, still laughing but nervously, the two tore off as fast as their legs would carry them.

By the time they arrived at Mimin's hut, a one-bedroom arrangement clearly not up to Sereena's standard, but still serviceable, they were drenched. Relief at reaching safety lightened their hearts, and Mimin was a match for Sereena when it came to preparedness when the task at hand was getting dry. There was a fluffy towel for both of them, and dry firewood waiting at the ready to turn a spark into a cozy fire. Soon, Mimin and Sereena were seated before a crackling flame, listening to the rain spattering on the roof and appreciating the rumble of the thunder now that there were sturdy walls between it and themselves.

Mimin's shoulder squeeze-and the statement that she was a good carpenter--made Sereena stand up a bit straighter, tilting her head back as she beamed up at her taller friend. She didn't have time to respond, of course, or to even thank her- Sereena was right. They needed to get moving.

But still, those words turned over in her mind, again and again, even as they sprinted through the rain, the large drops pattering and battering against their bodies, stinging ever-so-slightly as they ran through the downpour. She sagged lightly against Mimin with a relieved giggle once they'd finally made it to her house, amazed and vaguely amused at how utterly drenched the both of them were. But at least it was warm in the house-and warmer still in front of the fire, one leg splayed out in front of her. Slowly, Sereena leaned her body sideways, gently resting her head against the catgirl's shoulder, breathing in through her nose as those earlier-spoken words flutter across her mind again. "I didn't get the chance to thank you, Mimin! I mean, for what you said back there, at my shop. Your praise has always meant quite a lot to me." She said, scooting her body just a little closer to her friend's, enjoying the shared, gentle body heat-such a different feel than crackling heat from the fire, washing against them, an interesting study in contrasts.

Mimin let a proud little puff out through her nose. "Well, it should! I'm a good judge of character. I have to be. I'm everyone I ever ate, after all. So I gotta make sure I only eat the best I can get!" As the mus leaned into her, the feln leaned back, pushing their shoulders together and letting a bit of the mouse-girl's heavier bust moosh over the side of her chest. After that, Mimin reached her arm around and ran a blue-nailed fingertip down the curve of Sereena's other breast, a forward gesture that set her heart to thudding. Bare as they were, it was nothing to see an exposed nipple or so, but to actually reach out and touch someone, especially between predator and prey... well, it was an intensely intimate gesture. One that she could finally give, now that they had agreed to take this ultimate step. Mimin wondered how Sereena would react, and then...

Guuuuuuuuu~

Her stomach just had to speak up. Mimin cringed, but less out of fear of giving offense than the ridiculousness of the noise compared to the feelings she had inside.

There was a little wiggle from Serena as Mimin mentioned she's everyone she ever ate--and that she only eats the best she can--and it's followed by a shiver as that fingernail started tracing along her skin, starting at her head, and ending with a sharp, little twitch of her tail. The mus tilted her head back, pushing her face up towards Mimin's neck. She opened her mouth to respond-

Only to have Mimin's eager stomach pre-empt her loudly . The mus buried her face a bit more firmly against the feln's neck, trying to stifle a soft little giggle. But she didn't pause, either-instead, she responded by starting to trace small, soft circles along Mimin's belly with her finger. Her nails were trimmed close, her fingers ever-so-slightly calloused, from the work that she did. But wasn't an unpleasant sensation, just a slightly rough texture, sliding across soft skin. "Please, keep going.." She whispered, her warm breath washing against Mimin's neck, her own heart beating almost as hard as her friend's.

Mimin grinned, feeling her friend smile into her shoulder. It was impossible for this to be as serious and momentous as it deserved to be. Besides, her stomach made another blorping groan, and Mimin knew from experience that once she'd let it start to have its say, it wasn't going to shut up. There was no sense in trying to draw it out any longer. Mimin rolled over in front of Sereena, blocking her from the fire's warmth but doubling her own. She reached down and gathered up one of the mus's plump butt-cheeks with either hand and hauled, pulling Sereena up and off the floor. Mimin was wiry, but surprisingly strong. With a few steps, she carried her girlfriend from the fire to the bed, letting her plomp into the down-stuffed cushions. Mimin followed more gently, dropping to a kneel at the side of the bed, shuffling forward a few half-steps before running her hands down Sereena's legs from the knees. She stared up at the mus from that position.

"Sereena... you are lovely, and talented, and smart. You've made me so, sooooo hungry... I want to have you all to myself. Now... I will take your life. You will go inside of me, and your energy will become mine. You will sustain me through the next year, your life and your love my sustenance." The question was not spoken, but the look in Mimin's eyes made it clear-- Sereena had this one, final chance to say no, if she wanted to relent. Otherwise, she was food.

"Heeeep!" The mus squealed as she was hoisted up and into the air, kicking lightly as she was carted off-bouncing once as Mimin dropped her down onto the bed. Sereena kicked once as that hand slid down her leg, breathing heavily as she stared back into Mimin's eyes. Another shiver ran through her as she lifted her other foot, tracing gently up along Mimin's side. "Sereena. You have always been my friend, since we were little. You're cheerful, and friendly, and fun." Her words are catching in her throat-more from how rapid her breathing is getting than fear, or sadness, or worry. No, it's more that Sereena's trying her damnedest not to grind her thighs together. "I want.. I so badly want to be yours. Yours and yours alone, to help you through the next year, and-" Oh, stars, she couldn't even remember all the words she'd wanted to say! She'd worked out this speech a thousand times in her head, imagined this moment-and what followed-curled up under her sheets countless times. But now, in this moment.. There's a frustrated huff from the mus, her butt wriggling on the bed. At least some of this was written out in the letters! "But-yes. Yes, a thousand times."

Mimin smiled, melting away the necessary solemnities that society at large demanded even during such a private moment as this. She spoke the last words she'd be able to for a while: "Then, Sereena... you're mine." Mimin gave Sereena's thick calves one final appreciative rub, and then lifted her feet up by the ankles. In the brief moment in which Mimin was bent down, the mus could see just how far her nipples protruded from her chest; she wanted this as badly and as bodily as Sereena did. The feln held Sereena's feet tightly together, lifted them to her mouth, leaned in, and... gave one a quick little peck on the ball of her foot. And then parted her lips and popped Sereena's big toes inside. Her tongue coiled around them, gave them a brief little lick, and then they were sucked down her throat. The base of her soles followed like that, a lick and a swallow tugging them down and into Mimin's throat. She took it steadily but not too slowly, gently feeding each inch of her lover into her body.

The sight of just how stiff Mimin's nipples were made Serena grin-it was, well. Rather obvious how excited the mus was, from where Serena sat. Her toes flexed gently at those quick little kises, slightly rough skin still crinkling and scrunching at how it tickled, giggling softly. That giggle faded into a gentle moan as her toes were drawn in, licked, and suckled all the way to the back of Mimin's throat, her soles soon following suit. There was a clean, light taste to the mus--like the smell of dew at dawn, or the wind right before the rain, sweet but comforting. Slowly, one hand raised up to her own chest, rubbing at her breast, while the other drummed nervously on her thigh as she felt that hot flesh claim and squeeze at her feet, felt the feln's teeth gently glide along her flesh. Was it rude to start playing with herself? She'd wanted this, so badly, for so long, but she didn't want to make it too weird for the feln, and.. oh, blast, if only she'd been paying more attention when people talked about the etiquette of this!

Mimin continued to swallow apace, starting her way down Sereena's legs after the mus's heels plopped into her throat. Fortunately, she was attentive enough to her friend's feelings (and it helped that the swallowing wasn't nearly as exciting as the digesting, at least from her own experience) to notice how... reserved Sereena was being. By this point, her previous lovers had had their hands sloppy with their own juices, though admittedly they had spent much more time in the foreplay before the swallowing began. But at the same time, it was much too late to back out, as Sereena's calves were halfway through her mouth. But there were ways of communicating that didn't require Mimin's tongue to be doing anything but helping lubricate Sereena's skin for the next swallow. Mimin reached ahead and began to rub Sereena's thighs, the tightness of her grip having a lascivious resemblance to serving a male's equipment. And after each sucking swallow, she let out a low, deliberate moan, playing up how much she was enjoying swallowing Sereena. Mimin crested the mouse-girl's knees, thinking to herself that if Sereena didn't take the hint, there was always the direct approach...

That sensation, that sound-the feel of Mimin's hand, the soft, muffled moan-was all the encouragement, and hint, Serena needed. That hand on her thigh slid sideways, starting to rub up and down along her outer folds with a soft, low moan, digging through the neatly trimmed hair. Mimin was in a rather wonderful position to watch as she continued to swallow, seeing those fingers glide up and down along the sensitive, puffy lips-that mus's nub already stiff and visible-and then seeing those fingertips vanish briefly into Sereena's nethers with a soft, breathy moan from her meal-only to emerge again as she alternated between the two stimulations. A sharp, tangy scent slipped into the mix, growing stronger as Mimin crosses over the mus's knees-Sereena already a quarter of the way to her final destination, and reveling in every moment of the trip. "H-hope you're enjoying the view from down there, I'm.. certainly loving this one." She grins down at her friend, watching as that mouth creeps ever higher.

"Mmm-mmmm," was all the verbal response that Mimin could provide, the emphatic moan nevertheless perfectly explicit. This was how it was supposed to be... the two bodies becoming one without reservation. Sereena could feel the suction getting stronger on her legs, a necessary step to taking in her thighs. Mimin's mouth stretched comfortably around the mus's legs, not deterred at all by the way her meal widened toward her thickest point. After a minute's swallowing, Mimin's lips began to curl around the mus's bottom, forcing the mus to choose between having the use of both of her hands or keeping her fingers working at her slit. Another change was happening lower down, as well: her toes began to poke through the opening to Mimin's stomach, bathing them in equal parts sweltering heat and thick, mucosal digestive slop.

That wasn't a difficult choice for Sereena, though-that one hand playing with herself damn well stayed there, only shifting it's position to allow Mimin's tongue entrance, should she desire a few licks of her own as those jaws crept upwards. "O-ooh! Oooh, Feet are.. feet are slipping in!" She squeaked, excited-that thick slop lapping against her toes, the powerful heat-knowing she'd soon feel it all over her body--Sereena's body jerks lightly as she begins to tense up, her breathing suddenly taking a sharp, ragged edge. "Moons, Mimin, you feel so wonderful, I', I'm gonna.." She trails off with a sharp squeak as she just bites her lower lip, body trembling and on the edge--perhaps intentionally holding herself back to give her love, her predator, the courtesy of pushing her over it, should she wish to.

It was a shame, but with Sereena being swallowed face-up, there was no way for Mimin's tongue to reach her flower. But there was the next best thing-- as she engulfed Sereena's butt, Mimin took the opportunity to plant her tongue deeply in that crevasse, tickling the inside of her valley in a way that she'd probably never felt before. That, and she stopped swallowing momentarily, taking the opportunity to suck on Sereena, let the musky flavor of her excited womanhood drizzle throughout her mouth. And then, one final surprise. Mimin reached up behind Sereena's back and pulled, once again lifting the mus from her perch, this time standing her straight up above the feln. Releasing her throat's tension, the whole of Sereena's hips dropped into her throat with a loud shlppp~, and her slightly narrower navel followed swiftly after it, planting the mus's breasts on Mimin's forehead.

That new sensation, too, was enough, it seemed, the lip-biting mus making a slightly louder sound as she curled up a little-and a burst of that tangy-sweet, sharp flavor washed into Mimin's mouth as Sereena's tunnel clenched tightly around her fingers. She kept pumping, gasping and shivering even as she felt Mimin shift beneath her, only vaguely aware of how the feln was aranging herself-at least, not aware until she felt her sudden, dropping descent into that waiting belly, her hips, belly, and most of her chest vanishing in almost an instant. "Ha-aaAAH!" She gasped, cheeks red, small beads of sweat trickling down her forehead as she continued to pump, well past her climax. Her other hand was forced up and off to the side, reaching down to stroke and rub at whatever part of Mimin she could reach, even as she felt the sheer pressure the weight of her body was putting on her own breasts. "Mimin..." She said dreamily, happily, legs tucking under her body as she knelt in her friend's gut.

Mimin's ears twitched at the sound of her own name, and Sereena felt the feln's smile at the base of her breasts. She patted Sereena, stroked her hair one last time... and continued to swallow. Though Sereena's breasts were two thick dumplings half the size of her head, they weren't as dense as her buttocks were, and as Mimin gulped at them, they easily compressed from the base up, squishing against Sereena's ribs as they were sucked into Mimin's mouth, to have their nipples teased by the ridges of Mimin's pallet. Mimin stopped just as her lips started to curl up Sereena's neck, and gave a little smack with her lips that, distorted as they were, nevertheless read as a kiss. And with that, she went back to swallowing for the last time, first sucking down the mus's head in several large gulps, and then letting the remaining arm ease its way down, carried by the weight of the rest of the mus's body as Mimin's peristalsis packed her all the way into the feln's steamy stomach.

It was a little bit uncomfortable, the way the throat compressed her breasts against her body-but that pressure, at the same time, felt so wonderfully delicious, her breathing still fast, heavy. As she felt that mimed 'kiss' around her neck, the mus canted her head downwards, doing her best to plant a quick, passing kiss on Mimin nose-before the next several swallows tucked her head out of sight, that stray, trailing arm all that remaind. Sereena's fingers strained upwards strained upwards gently as that arm slithered down-less out of any attempt to stay outside the feln, and more just for the sake of drama, her fingers gently curling around and against Mimin's lips-andthen she was gone, sealed completely in the sweltering, slimy heat of her best friend's body, gasping and panting as she tried to get her breath back. They'd done it. She was Mimin's, now, forever and completely.

The first order of business for Mimin after getting Sereena all the way down was to gasp for breath; while not the longest it had ever taken to get a meal down, it was still a long time to go without refilling her lungs. But it was, for all that, a happy gasp, and Sereena could feel the deep breaths pushing her perch up and out until Mimin had steadied herself. The feln was kneeling on her bed, her purple-skinned belly jutting out between her knees. Her insides squelched, still not quite done with the task of ingesting the mus despite the fact that she was completely within Mimin's stomach; the muscular contractions subtly rearranged Sereena into a smaller and tighter ball, squeezing her in a tighter and tighter hug. Mimin herself added to the hug, wrapping her arms around Sereena and clutching her through the stomach walls. "Mmm... there," she said. "You're all mine now, Sereena~"

Sereena pushed out, weakly, with her hands and legs, tryng her best to uncurl--or, at least, see if she could--as the muscles kneaded and smushed around her, curling her up into a tight ball, one hand still wedged between her own legs. She 'struggled' back against that enfolding, forced hug, groaning happily as her fingers began to rub back and forth, twisting her head a little in the grinding confines. "Hee, s-still gotta.. nnff, melt me down, though! Oooh, Mimin, that.. that felt even better than all the times I'd imagined it. I.. n-nn... hope... I feel good in here?" She mumbled, before giving another weak kick.

Mimin wobbled a little as Sereena gave her "struggles", which, despite being restrained and insincere, still managed to bump up against some sensitive bits. The mus was just inches away from some vital organs, after all. Mimin was too polite to say anything about it, though, as even the little pinch of a pinned nerve from her willing prey registered in the pleasure scale. Because, indeed, "Mmm, you do." Mimin dropped her hand down and gave the mus's bottom a firm goose. The taste was an enticement, the swallowing was a formality, but this distention was the reward. Mimin shuffled toward her pillows, treating Sereena to an alternating rub on either side of the stomach, turned, and flopped onto her back, pulling the mus on top of her. "How about you? Comfy in there?" As she spoke, Mimin reached down below her belly and hauled it up just a smidgen, giving her fingers access to her own woman. Some wonderful sensations were already starting to build up there, and the hormones building up into a fog demanded that Mimin explore them.

The mus responded with a sharp, flesh-muffled squeal as she felt that pinch through the taut belly flesh, wriggling it in response as she rub began to roll her hips, panting oftly. "H-ff, i.. y-yeah. A bit tight-" She giggled, trying to push out against the flesh with her free hand, only to feel those powerful muscles barely even yield. "But in a very.. l-lovely way. I.. ooh, moon and stars, Mimin, this feels so good, so right. " She jostled and shifted as the feln rolled over, feeling her weight pushing back down on her friend.

Mimin smirked. "Well, don't worry if it's too tight right now. It's going to get looser in there eventually," she said, and started to ease her fingers into her own slit. As she began to tease the outermost folds of her vagina, Mimin went on to say, "And the reason why it feels right is because it is. You're right where you belong, Sereena. Inside of me. Part of me..." Mimin started to work her sex in earnest, and as she moistened between her legs she concordantly moistened within her stomach. The heat surrounding Sereena deepened, carried onto her body by a thick slime oozing from all around her. It was too thin and too weak to have any strong effect yet, but it was nonetheless the start of Sereena's digestion.

That sensation-feeling that oozing heat beginning to slide againt her body, seeping out from the walls of the feln she so loved-that sent a happy little shiver through the traped mus, her toes squelching wetly against the flesh around her as she tried to arch her back and uncurl. Mimin could feel Sereena moving faster, more rhythmically, the trapped, doomed mus playing with herself again as she nuzzled her cheek along the inner flesh, smearing that weak, thin slime along her face. "Heee, oooh, and you're starting already! Nnn... you're tummy's just as e-eager as I am, it.. hnn... seems.." She shudders. Each movement saps some of her strength-not just due to the sweltering heat and humidity, but just from the effort it takes, pushing gently against that squeezing flesh as she plays with herself, that slick heat quickly carried into more intimate areas by slickened fingers.

"That's right," Mimin replied. "And it's gonna get a lot wetter~" With that, she gave herself over to lust, concentrating entirely on her engorged sex. She worked her clitoris in circles with her thumb and dragged her forefingers as deep into her pussy as she could make them go. At the same time, she rubbed her belly with the other hand, only coincidentally pleasing Sereena by so doing. The intoxication of having her belly so wonderfully full robbed her of her speech, reducing her reparte with Sereena to a series of deep moans. Her stomach, as promised, became slick with the juices her arousal demanded, but there was another change as well. The stomach walls clenched tight with each squeeze at Mimin's pelvis, her feminine lust being matched in her stomach's digestive process, enjoining the two.

Whether she liked it or not, Sereena's rhythm soon matched Mimin, fingers pushing in with each clench of the gut, rolling her hips against the pulsing rhtym. She could feel herself sliding higher again, too, as she moaned with the feln, slowly sliding down into an equal state of intoxication and excitement. Her breath sped up as she felt herself sliding towards climax, wanting to rub faster, harder-but that pulsing stomach both restrained her as it also pushed her onward, a gastronomic metronome who's beat she could not defy. "Ha-ah..h.. hahh.." Squeezed so tightly, it was just her fingers and arms that could move, that powerful pleasure building in her like a dammed up river.

For a time, the two of them simply lay in their raptures, their separate womanhoods clenching and drooling in gooey harmony, the tone rising ever higher until, finally, crescendo. Mimin's pleasure rolled around Sereena like a wave. From inside, the mus could hear her moans becoming strained, the exquisite agony of climax building up within and around her. But Mimin's womanhood wasn't the only part of her to tighten in readiness for orgasm; her stomach followed suit, dimpling Sereena's breasts with the tension it put on her. For a few seconds, Sereena could hear all the little pores around her squishing and squelching, drizzling still more digestives over her until, at last, Mimin spasmed, forcing the whole digestive chamber upward, and a thick squelch resounded throughout the stomach. Sereena found herself bathing in the fluids, covered from head to toe in the mixture of acid and enzymes.

The knowledge of what was washing over the feln-of what was making it wash over her--would have been enough to push Seerena past her limit. Knowing that her friend was getting off on having her in her gut, in digesting her--even outside of the gut, that might have pushed the mus close to orgasm. But the sensation of being pushed tighter, and tighter-feeling those pores drizzling, oozing-as the stomach squelched around her in some form of digestive bukake, Sereena peaked, too, her squeal of pleasure lost amidst the oozing squelches and churns, her fluids washing out to mix with the digestive muck coating her body, climaxing inside, and along with, her devourer.

Mimin slumped into the cushions, coming down from her orgasmic high and sinking into a fluffy afterglow. Her stomach relaxed as well, though only relatively; it was still dedicated to the task of grinding and melting Sereena down until there was nothing left of her, but it simply didn't do so with as much vigor for the moment. Mimin smiled and patted her belly, coaxing Sereena into that same torpor. "Mmmmmnh.... Sereena~" she said, the mere act of saying the name carrying all the love and adoration she was feeling in that moment. "That was goooood." The feln yawned, and snuggled her head into one of her pillows. "I'll see you in the morning, my love."

Sereena, for her part, coughed a few times before she can respond, feeling that thick slime oozing down her throat, a bit inhaled into her lungs. Exhausted, aching, fulfilled, Sereena just groaned happily, curling up even smaller in on herself. "Mimin.." She mumbled, planting a gentle, soft kiss against the churning, grinding flesh, feeling herself starting to slip off into slumber. "Nn, y-yeah, talk to you more.. when I wake up..." And with that, the mus was out, lulled into slumber by heat, exhaustion, and the soft sounds of the feln's body.

The two of them lay together for hours afterward. The feln slept calmly through the night, and though her stomach didn't work with the same vigor as it had at the start of the night, it worked with the same steadiness of the pattering rain hitting the roof, slowly completing the coating of digestive juices over Sereena and working them deeper into her skin. Though the sun rose eventually, the storm lay a thick blanket over the world, keeping the warmth and light from rousing Mimin until the last possible moment. The feln yawned and stretched her limbs in all directions, but kept her hands away from her belly. Sereena ought to be allowed to wake on her time, she felt.

That uptick in Mimin's heart rate, the gentle jostling as the feln woke up-eventually, Sereena, too, roused, the mus giving a few weak kicks as she slid into wakefulness. There was, for a brief instant, a moment of disorientation as she realized where she was, that hazy moment between wakefulness and sleep when memories are fleeting-and there as a tiny little gasp-groan from the feln's claim. "O-oh, good, that wasn't just a lovely dream..." She mumbled, giving Mimin's gut walls a soft little kiss. "Such a wonderful place to wake up." She shifted a little, testing at the stomach walls with her body to see how much had.. well. Changed in the night. She didn't exactly have much experience with being digested, after all!

Sereena found her body entirely intact, still, though the first effects of the digestive process were beginning to assert themselves. The mus felt a prickly little tingle all over her body, from her scalp to her toes and all the awkward little intimacies that lay between. She was soaking in the steamy muck, so thick around her now that there was a perceptible float to her body. The stomach walls were within a fraction of an inch of her to either side, though, and pressed down against her with soothing regularity. With Sereena's renewed movements, Mimin felt at liberty to place her hands over her stomach and pat down, producing an audible squish as the displaced fluid flowed around her. "Nope!" she said. "It's all real. Though soon you'll be one of my favorite memories~" Listening to the outside, Mimin went on to comment, "It's still coming down out there. So I think today it's just going to be you, me, the bed, and my tummy~"

She gasped, softly, as she felt that tingle along her body, her skin feeling even more sensitive than yesterday, the little gentle prickles-especially along her more sensitive parts-working her up a little without any action on her or Mimin's part. She could feel the small pool of muck squelching gently with each little movement, somewhat grateful that the stomach walls weren't hugging quite so tightly today, giving her-at least a little more space- At least until Mimin pushed down on her, eliciting a soft, low groan from the mus, gently pushing back against Mimin's hand through fat and flesh as the goop around her was pushed around. "Mimin, I'm more than happy to have your undivided attention." She said, breathing slowly. "Nn. It seem you had good timing with when you asked me..."

Mimin giggled, a gesture which, now that Sereena was so tightly tucked into her abdomen, jiggled the mus's entire body. "I wanna say I read the wind and decided to make the best of it, but.... you know me! It was all luck." The feln's stomach was slowly awakening itself, ramping up from a slow lope to a brisker stride. The squish that Mimin had produced with her initial pat became a regular drumbeat, though the noise itself was wetter and sloppier than the crisp thuds of Mimin's heartbeat.

After that simple quip, Mimin was quiet, at least vocally, for some time. Indeed, they had nothing but each others' undivided attention, but there was so little of each other that they did not already know. This connection was something new to them, but hardly demanded words to describe it. And so Mimin's stomach worked diligently away, adding pinpricks upon pinpricks across Sereena's body like grains of sand, until at last, as the sun was invisibly sinking beneath the horizon, Sereena felt a new sensation, or rather, a lack thereof, creeping up her extremities, at her toes and fingertips and the end of her tail. Those thinnest and softest parts of her body had begun to dribble away, with languid slowness.

Sereena, too, just enjoyed the moment in time, the closeness like no other, held and cradled by the feln's eager, churning stomach. As the hours ticked away, Sereena stirred as she realized she couldn't feel some pieces of her body any longer, gasping softly as she tried to push outwards-only to find it all the more difficult to move. "O-ooh, ooh, Mimin, I'm-" She shivered, and tried to slip those softening fingers along her nethers again, having a slightly harder time of things. "Mfff. I-I think I'm.. starting. Rather doubt I'll be a very defined bulge in the morning!" That thought-the mental image of her bulging, lumpy form slowly rounding out as the night progressed-sent a sharp shudder through her, giving a gentle little kick, pushing her goopifying toes against the stomach walls. Already, she was becoming parts of Mimin, this dribbling little bits of her siphoned away into feln's intestines, taken and used...

Mimin giggled again at that, perpetually amused by her lover's little sticking-points... though it was understandable, in the end, that the mus should understand a bit less of how the feln's stomach worked than she did. "Well, Sereena, I have some good news for you... you'll probably be mostly there by then. Unless we hurry things a little~" She couldn't sense Sereena's movements with pinpoint accuracy, but the way the mus was moving inside of her left her confident that she knew what the smaller one was doing inside of her. So, her own libido beginning to glow again, Mimin followed along and began to work her own sex. The stomach, in turn, took on its warmer and more turbulent character from the previous night, grinding up against Sereena's body with increased fervor-- and, indeed, "grinding her up" in a more literal sense. As the two worked themselves toward mutual climaxes, Sereena felt her nipples going hot with pleasure, like a candle's flame roaring and spitting before suddenly wicking out and issuing a stream of smoke.

The mus shook her head. "N-no, I'm very OK with you taking.. taking your time. Draw this out as long as you want, Mimin." She mumbled, before-well. Setting to work on pleasuring herself again, feeling Mimin's own movements-and able to easily tell what she, too, was doing. There was a bit of a gasp from the mus as she felt her nipples grown ever more sensitive, warmer, until they were almost glowing-before suddenly sputtering away, doused as they melted into the muck around her. It wasn't too much of a loss, however-other parts of her body felt like they might be becoming just as sensitive. "A-aaah!..."

It was a double-edged sword; as the pleasure spread across Sereena's body, nibbling at her toes, lapping at her fingers (at least, those that weren't safely sheathed in her deeper recesses), it heralded the slow, painless disappearance of those same parts of herself. It was by no means a rapid process, not even as Mimin approached and crested another powerful orgasm, cinching Sereena's fleshy wrapping tight around her once more. But still the fact remained that, by each barely-perceptible fraction of an inch, the mus was slowly disintegrating. And as Mimin slowly slumped back into her pillows, her moans and sighs quieted by satisfaction, Sereena found she could hear a new sound, a little rolling bubble coming up from below her, gastronomically. Some flesh, perhaps, oozing its way into the deeper coils of Mimin's digestive tract.

Even still, this was what she'd wanted-to be part of Mimin. To be Mimin's, heart and body, for as long as the feln should live. The mus hit hor orgasm almost in time with the feln, the sensation of that flesh clenching around her helping push her over the edge as she squelched against the flesh around her. She panted softly in that afterglow, basking in the sensations-and the sounds, trying to flick her non-existent tail as she heard the soft, rolling bubble. "Oooh, s-seems like I'm being put to good use, huh?" She giggled, before shivering weakly.

Mimin nodded absentmindedly, a gesture she only realized waas useless a few seconds after. Instead, she gave her stomach a rub, not wanting to risk too heavy a blow. She felt Sereena's body give a little as she rubbed, the hours of digestion beginning to show their toll. Her feet were beginning to wear away, and the soft tissues in her breasts were particularly amenable to being transformed into something even softer and more malleable. "Mmmmnh~" Mimin crooned back. "That's right, Sereena. You're becoming part of me." Flicking at a purple nipple, Mimin let her thoughts come out of her mouth. "I was always a little jealous of your figure, Miss Rice-Dumplings-For-Boobs. I won't get as round as you are, but you're going to become some nice curves~"

She stuck her tongue out in the darkness, before groaning oftly as she felt Mimin's hand rubbing through that flesh, grinding along her softening, dribbling body. "Hff. Hope I help make other people look at you the way I always looked at you!" She said-at least, before she realized what she was saying. Still. The letters would make it clear enough anyways. There was a soft, happy sigh, a gently little wriggle as she let herself sink a little farther into the hot pool of her own digesting body-like some sort of jacuzzi of doom. "I was always envious of the people you picked, so-mmm. I think this all works out, in the end!"

Mimin, in response, said nothing more; nothing needed to be said. They had satisfied each other for the night, and Mimin, having started out a plump mus, would last through the night, Mimin felt confident of that. So she lay still in her bed, one palm flat on her belly, rising and falling with the contractions of her stomach and the breathing and wriggles of her willing prey. It left that perch only when Mimin sank into unconsciousness, lulled into sleep by the weight of the food in her stomach. And so for another span of a third of a day the two were idle, save for the continued work of Mimin's stomach, churning, churning, churning, with languid diligence.

Sereena slumbered within Mimin, her body continuing to soften, to melt, as the night wore on, wearing her down. Her dreams were hazy, but full of pleasure, Mimin in every one-even if in some, Mimin was the setting, around Sereena just as she was in the waking world, breaking her down, breaking her apart.

Mimin slowly blinked herself awake, a little earlier in the day this time around, and likewise chose to make the first move. Her stomach had shrunk noticeably, and though there were still several ridges (and the sense of touch within her stomach, besides) to indicate Sereena's continued existence as such, there was significantly less of the mus than there had been. Her hands and feet were completely gone, and it was only by their thickness that any of her arms and legs remained. What was left was softening, and the digestives had slipped into the openings to begin breaking down Sereena's bulk. So Mimin took the initiative and gave her belly a little squeeze on each side, saying, "Good morning, Sereena."

Sereena gave a weak, groaning wiggle in response to that sensation of compression, her body squelching and distending slightly. It was so much harder to move, now, her body obeying her slowly, languidly-and it felt so strange, her hands, her feet, gone, her limbs soft and sodden. "Nnnn. M-morning, Mimin." She grinned in the darkness, her words sounding slightly bubbly. She was fairly certain this would be her last morning, though she'd hold on as long as she could! Because this felt too good to not try to draw it out.

Having woken Sereena and heard her voice, Mimin let her hands stray upward, toward her chest. She squeezed at the mounds that had developed there, still well short of Sereena's at their best, but... "Hey, Sereena. Guess what?" said the feln perkily. "I'm a little bigger today~" She rolled her chest from side to side, a gesture that Sereena could feel down below, her body sloshing with the motion. "They wobble!" Another wiggle, this one down at Mimin's pelvis, shook Sereena harder. "And it feels like a lot of you went to my butt. And there's so much left of you yet!" After a moment's reflection, she said, in as close to a somber tone as she ever got (though in truth it was merely respectful), "But I'm going to absorb it today. You'll be finished melting by nightfall." It was a proposition that apparently excited the feln, because her stomach was beginning to warm up, in the same way that it had when she'd been aroused...

"R-really?" Her voice sounds excited, and there's another weak, wobbling wiggle. "I wish I could see! That's the only downside I can see about this-I don't get to see what I make you look like." She murmured, before squeaking softly as she felt herself rocked, back and forth, shaking to and fro.

At the feln's promise, the mus-or what's left of her-shudders, her surface rippling a little as she lets out a soft, low groan, feeling the gut heat up around her. "N-nn. One last day with my feln, before I am my feln. I-.. this.. feels so good, Mimin. I wish it could go on forever-" She laughs softly, and kicks. "But I also... I wanna feel how it ends! Aah, I always was kinda indecisive."

"Mmmnh... I don't think you need to worry about seeing it, Sereena. You've seen me all fattened up from eating you in your dreams, haven't you?" Mimin gave the mus's bottom a playful swat through her stomach. "Big, round boobies hanging off my chest, fat bubble butt peeking around my hips... and saying 'Look, look! This is all Sereena' to everybody." The fantasy apparently enticed the feln as well, because she started playing with her womanhood as the words escaped her lips. But this time it was less needful, more controlled. Her stomach began to work harder, the slime around Sereena built up again, but not quite to such fervor as before. This was for the long haul, the last long sprint toward the completion of their union.

Sereena squealed at that slap, feeling the shockwave gently travel through her body, before settling down and into that soft heat. She could only really roll her hips against the gently squeezing belly, feeling the slime dribbling down onto her-half melted as she was, playing with herself was no longer really an option. She didn't have nearly as much work to do as Mimin, though-all the mus really had to do was wait, and wiggle, and spread out into an indistinguishable, goopy slurry.

Mimin leaned back into the mattress and sighed lovingly. This was the height of the experience for her, this last leg of digestion. Her own body was tingling at the fat centers, in the base of her breasts and her buttocks and even across her belly. Sereena's energy was steadily flowing into her, absorbed by her muttering guts, fed by the diminishing nexus at the center of her stomach. As the process continued, the feln building toward an orgasm hours upon hours in the making, she would occasionally speak to the mus, not bothering to lift her head up, just relying on the vibrations in her body to carry through the girl inside. "How are you, Sereena? Are you still there?"

"Still.. with you, Mimin." Her voice was weak, and very.. bubbly sounding, her body soft and pliable, energy slowly pulled from her body. She could feel this pressure building inside her, aching for release, knowing it wouldn't come until the last second. It was so hard to tell how far along she was-she felt like she was barely holding together, but she'd also felt like that two hours ago, too, slowly dribbling and sloshing and sluicing into Mimin's intestines.

Mimin could feel it-- most of the weight had moved to her lower belly, her intestines swollen with molten Sereena and putting a lovely pressure on her femininity deeper than her fingers could reach. She gingerly inserted her fingers into herself and began to work her slit. That last response of Sereena's was at the critical point, issued from a creature worn down to the very least it could be. She tenderly stroked the bulge of Sereena's head, connected to the ragged, half-dissolved remnants of the mus's torso. "You've made me so fat, Sereena," Mimin said, casting an appreciative look down at her chest. "You look lovely." The stomach pressed in tighter and tigher as Mimin came closer to her climax. As though the mus couldn't already tell, Mimin said, "I'm going to take the last of you now. I want every little bit of you to be mine~!" The walls pressed tightly in on Sereena once, then again, tighter, and again, tighter still, and then Mimin at last let herself crest into orgasm, her womanhood and stomach both clenching around their contents to wring every drop out of them.

"Nn, good. Gonna.. be jiggling on your tum for a year, at least.." She mumbles, gasping softly as she weakly nuzzled back at the petting, feeling her body deform as she tried to push out against the flesh around her. She closed her eyes-not that in mattered, in the darkness-as the stomach began to squeeze in on her, feeling that wonderful pressure inside her growing. "A-aah, oh, moons, Mimin, I.. n-nn, yes, t-take me, take all of me-eeee..." She groaned-before letting out a wet, squelchingly-cut off squeal as those walls suddenly clenched with Mimin's orgasm. Sereena could feel something inside her-collapse entirely, a fantstic wave of pleasure washing through her-and carrying her consciousness away as the last of her life left her melting form, the integrity of what was left collapsing into just a sloshing, churning mess.

Mimin smiled as she drifted back down from her peak. Her stomach had been reduced to a wetly-wobbling lump, which she could both hear and feel small gurgles coming from the bottom of. Sereena, as such, was gone-- but neither Mimin nor Sereena thought of it that way. The melted flesh-slime inside of the feln's stomach was still inarguably Sereena, but transformed, made a willing participant to the absorption into the feln's body. The process wasn't quite complete, but there would be no more speaking. Mimin lapsed into her own head, and then further into the darkness of sleep. Her guts continued to squish throughout the night, draining her intestines of Sereena's essence, stacking it wherever her blood could find place for it. There was so much of Sereena to pack away that Mimin's breasts swelled up to the size of her head, and her bottom larger even than that. And there was still plenty left over to form a comfortable pillow over her belly that wiggled and jiggled whenever she turned. As she awoke, Mimin yawned, smiled, and stood up for the first time in three days, testing the feeling of her new weight on her legs. She gave her chest a little shake and appreciated the wobble, before saying, "Well, Sereena... let's go show everyone how nice you look on me~!"