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Also, I will bless you with this image of Youmu from Curiosities of Lotus Asia:
FREE HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What does a Yoom and Myon taste like, exactly?
Unfortunately for Youmu, both halves taste strongly of marshmallow.
Myon is fluffier and would probably go well between some crackers, while Youmu has the added bonus of a meaty aftertaste thanks to her training.
Somebody should tell Yuyuko that phantoms are apparently not supposed to be edible... (Source: Curiosities of Lotus Asia)
Setting aside the implication that Yuyuko Saigyouji is held back by such mortal concerns as edibility...
Evidently, the message has yet to be received regardless.
A Hermit's Journey To A Land Of Fantasy, Part II
Futaba’s next stop on her journey through Gensokyo’s many locales (and many bellies) will be the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
A large, opulent, European-style mansion, rather out of place given everything else. Notably, there aren’t that many open windows, and the few that are present have tinted red glass. Among its many spires is a clock tower, largest of all, right in the middle. It pretty much screams "vampire", or at the very least "noble" just as Futaba initially thought. Who knows what's waiting for her inside?...
Though, to get anywhere close, Futaba will need to get past the front gate first—not that that’s very hard for most people around here, despite it being a rather tall iron gate, but there IS a guard standing to the side!
Namely, a woman in a green uniform with her arms crossed, watching Futaba as she comes up the road. Taller than the NEET, with visibly toned arms; she might be some kind of martial artist. Outwardly, she's not hostile, but nonetheless vigilant, as a guard ought to be.
Frankly, this is just because she already got scolded for napping today. It will happen again. But she’s doing her job for the moment.
Even so! Meiling gives a soft little wave to Futaba as she approaches, but won’t say anything until she’s actually at the gate and making it clear she wants to enter. To her, Futaba could still just be a passer-by.
In opposition to the grand sight before her, Futaba's entrance... left a lot to be desired. The first real bit of walking she'd had to do from the misty lakes glistening shores, to this large entrance stationed by yet another beautiful woman - it had taken a lot out of the unhealthy NEET!
Panting and wheezing, Futaba stopped about four times on the way over to Meiling since she came into view. Seemed like she was never going to make it there, like she was trying to rile the gate guard up, but-
"Hueeeh... hueeeh... haaaa, jeez-! I forgot how much walking you have to do in an oldie-times setting like this-!" The redhead stopped short of the mansions gate, hands on her knees and head hung low. "Really need to hire me a horse to ride on..."
Letting the sudden possibility of there being a centaur girl grazing around somewhere in this world - she did just get glorped and pudgified by a mermaid not an hour ago - Futaba finally caught her breath enough to get a good look at the Scarlet Devil Mansion before her... and the one blocking her path-
"Uhhh, h-hi there! Futaba Sakura, coming through... f-friend of Sumireko, do you know her..? Maybe not, but - umm, there isn't any other sign of civilisation for miles, far as I could see, s-so please tell me I can come in?"
Another meeting, another bought of nerves to push down. Although the human girl was starting to predict how every encounter would end by now-
The mansion stands tall, an opulent symbol of the Scarlet Devil's power and wealth. It's straight out of an old game about a vampire hunter storming a castle to face down Dracula himself... The lady Scarlet even claims to be related as such, though the validity of that claim is dubious.
Easygoing as ever, Meiling simply watches Futaba slowly approach the mansion's gates. Rather than annoyed, she's mostly just surprised that she doesn't just fly like anyone else in Gensokyo (oblivious to the fact that she can't at the moment). And quite relieved at the change of pace, too––not much point to a gate when everybody can just fly over it! Miss Kirisame proves that much basically every day.
And once Futaba reaches the gate? Meiling bows politely in response to her greeting, treating her with the same respect she'd give anybody else in spite of her status as a NEET outsider.
"Hong Meiling, head gate guard of the Scarlet estate. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
She's rather tall, with a toned build and visible biceps. Evidently, this is a woman who puts great stock into her physical fitness.
"Well, of course I don't wanna just leave you in the cold, so let me just--"
She moves to open the gate, obliging as ever, but--she freezes.
From one of the windows of the mansion, the faintest of blood-red glints might be seen. Someone is staring very, very intently at Meiling, and evidently the gatekeeper is quite aware of it, given the visible chill down her spine and the bead of sweat on her forehead.
See, Meiling's already been letting people in and out of the mansion too cordially, so now she's on notice from the head maid herself. Sorry, Futaba, you picked a bad time--
With a nervous laugh, Meiling snaps back to attention at the gate, scratching the back of her head.
"W-Well, um- I'm sorry, ma'am, I really am, but do you have an appointment? I'm really not supposed to let anybody inside without permission from the head maid or the mistress, so..."
Yes, the opulence of the mansion was not lost on even a reclusive girl like Futaba - it was something straight out of a European travel guide! Looking up at the whole thing kind of made her dizzy...
Without her Persona acting as her analytical eyes, the human was lucky to miss the fierce gaze of whatever dutiful resident was spying evilly down at the scene-
For but a moment, the intruders heart soared at the chance that she might be simply let in, making this social interaction as short and sweet as possible! But the guards sudden change in tone caused it to deflate again-
"O-oh... well, crap. Guess that makes sense, you can't let just... anybody in, hehe... heh..."
Oh god, was all that walking for nothing?! Futaba was pooped from the long stroll away from the lake, even with a newly reformed body courtesy of Miss Waka - would she have to go even farther to find a place willing to let her in-?
"Okay... so if I don't have an appointment, a-and I can't come in - where am I supposed to go, Miss Meiling? I already know what happens to humans like me out here... o-or like us..?"
Now that she was letting her nervous eyes wander, there wasn't anything particularly Yokai-like about this lady. Actually... those toned arms, probably with a matching set of abs under that dress, and being a fair deal taller than herself... it was starting to remind the NEET of someone she knew very well-
Indeed, Meiling's rather calm all things considered, but there's a certain energy to her that ought to be quite familiar to Futaba. Even so, at the insinuation that Meiling is a human, she waves her hand dismissively.
"Oh, I'm not actually a human, I'm a--"
GHHHRHRRRrrrrRRRGGGGNNNN...
At that moment, the gate guard's stomach emits a positively deafening growl, emanating enough heat that Futaba can practically feel it right from where she's standing.
And when Futaba next looks back up at the gate guard, her expression is quite different. Now she's almost sizing Futaba up, weighing some options internally...
...Namely, she's wondering if she'd be able to snag lunch and do her job as a gate guard at the same time. A hand drifts to her belly as she looks back over her shoulder, to see if the head maid is still watching––which, yep, she sure is.
"...On second thought, Miss Futaba. I think I might know someplace you can stay for a while."
Meiling reaches forward, taking Futaba's shoulder in her hand. Her grip is gentle, but firm.
"You don't mind, do you?"
The sudden thunder right in her face made the short nerd almost jump out of her skin! She had been listening so closely to hear what kind of creature the tall beauty was, and then that happened-
"Woah, okay-! O-okay, I can believe you now... honestly, I'm k-kinda surprised it took this long to hear that..."
The sheer power of that growl, the energy rippling off of it, made Futaba blush - remembering her place, perhaps? It looks like the long walk here wasn't wasted after all~
A light flinch jolted across her face at being grabbed, and it only made Futaba blush harder. Yep, escape was impossible now - not that she ever thought she could outrun someone this athletic looking, Yokai or not! Fidgeting with what little remaining freedom she had, the NEET flicked her eyes back up to meet Meilings-
"Ehehe, g-go right ahead... maybe I'll spawn somewhere further away once you... mulch me into pulp~"
At the sight of such unexpected eagerness, Meiling actually blushes a bit, taken aback by Futaba's apparent willingness to become food for a Youkai! Not that she'll complain––gift horses and all that. Though she's certainly hungry enough to EAT that gift horse at the moment.
"W-Wow, seriously? Great! Thanks for the free lunch, Lady Futaba!"
Ooh, LADY Futaba, that's an upgrade-
Taking Futaba's biceps in both hands, Meiling lifts the short nerd up to eye level with absolutely no effort. Her stomach growls loudly once more, knowing it is about to be fed.
"I'll make sure to savor you properly."
And, with that, Meiling's jaw opens wide, exposing fangs and a dark abyss ready to take in the human––a steaming hot breath issuing forth from the chasm, blessing Futaba with the scent of Meiling's insides, before her head is brought forward, and the idyllic midday of the outside environment is replaced by dark, sightless, wet, slick internals...
True to her word, Meiling's tongue drifts over Futaba's face a bit, tasting the exposed skin and rendering her slick with saliva as--
GHLP.
--As a heavy swallow causes her whole body to lurch, being pulled forward by powerful internal muscles, peristalsis beginning to squeeze the nerd's face into the gate guard's throat, the rhythmic motions of muscles pulling her deeper...
Meiling's quite used to eating her fill, as it were. Futaba will be no issue at all.
Meanwhile...
A certain someone is very much still watching, just as intently as before.
How does she like the view?
...She's taking that secret to her grave.
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A Hermit's Journey To A Land Of Fantasy, Part II
Futaba’s next stop on her journey through Gensokyo’s many locales (and many bellies) will be the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
A large, opulent, European-style mansion, rather out of place given everything else. Notably, there aren’t that many open windows, and the few that are present have tinted red glass. Among its many spires is a clock tower, largest of all, right in the middle. It pretty much screams "vampire", or at the very least "noble" just as Futaba initially thought. Who knows what's waiting for her inside?...
Though, to get anywhere close, Futaba will need to get past the front gate first—not that that’s very hard for most people around here, despite it being a rather tall iron gate, but there IS a guard standing to the side!
Namely, a woman in a green uniform with her arms crossed, watching Futaba as she comes up the road. Taller than the NEET, with visibly toned arms; she might be some kind of martial artist. Outwardly, she's not hostile, but nonetheless vigilant, as a guard ought to be.
Frankly, this is just because she already got scolded for napping today. It will happen again. But she’s doing her job for the moment.
Even so! Meiling gives a soft little wave to Futaba as she approaches, but won’t say anything until she’s actually at the gate and making it clear she wants to enter. To her, Futaba could still just be a passer-by.
In opposition to the grand sight before her, Futaba's entrance... left a lot to be desired. The first real bit of walking she'd had to do from the misty lakes glistening shores, to this large entrance stationed by yet another beautiful woman - it had taken a lot out of the unhealthy NEET!
Panting and wheezing, Futaba stopped about four times on the way over to Meiling since she came into view. Seemed like she was never going to make it there, like she was trying to rile the gate guard up, but-
"Hueeeh... hueeeh... haaaa, jeez-! I forgot how much walking you have to do in an oldie-times setting like this-!" The redhead stopped short of the mansions gate, hands on her knees and head hung low. "Really need to hire me a horse to ride on..."
Letting the sudden possibility of there being a centaur girl grazing around somewhere in this world - she did just get glorped and pudgified by a mermaid not an hour ago - Futaba finally caught her breath enough to get a good look at the Scarlet Devil Mansion before her... and the one blocking her path-
"Uhhh, h-hi there! Futaba Sakura, coming through... f-friend of Sumireko, do you know her..? Maybe not, but - umm, there isn't any other sign of civilisation for miles, far as I could see, s-so please tell me I can come in?"
Another meeting, another bought of nerves to push down. Although the human girl was starting to predict how every encounter would end by now-
The mansion stands tall, an opulent symbol of the Scarlet Devil's power and wealth. It's straight out of an old game about a vampire hunter storming a castle to face down Dracula himself... The lady Scarlet even claims to be related as such, though the validity of that claim is dubious.
Easygoing as ever, Meiling simply watches Futaba slowly approach the mansion's gates. Rather than annoyed, she's mostly just surprised that she doesn't just fly like anyone else in Gensokyo (oblivious to the fact that she can't at the moment). And quite relieved at the change of pace, too––not much point to a gate when everybody can just fly over it! Miss Kirisame proves that much basically every day.
And once Futaba reaches the gate? Meiling bows politely in response to her greeting, treating her with the same respect she'd give anybody else in spite of her status as a NEET outsider.
"Hong Meiling, head gate guard of the Scarlet estate. It's a pleasure to meet you!"
She's rather tall, with a toned build and visible biceps. Evidently, this is a woman who puts great stock into her physical fitness.
"Well, of course I don't wanna just leave you in the cold, so let me just--"
She moves to open the gate, obliging as ever, but--she freezes.
From one of the windows of the mansion, the faintest of blood-red glints might be seen. Someone is staring very, very intently at Meiling, and evidently the gatekeeper is quite aware of it, given the visible chill down her spine and the bead of sweat on her forehead.
See, Meiling's already been letting people in and out of the mansion too cordially, so now she's on notice from the head maid herself. Sorry, Futaba, you picked a bad time--
With a nervous laugh, Meiling snaps back to attention at the gate, scratching the back of her head.
"W-Well, um- I'm sorry, ma'am, I really am, but do you have an appointment? I'm really not supposed to let anybody inside without permission from the head maid or the mistress, so..."
Yes, the opulence of the mansion was not lost on even a reclusive girl like Futaba - it was something straight out of a European travel guide! Looking up at the whole thing kind of made her dizzy...
Without her Persona acting as her analytical eyes, the human was lucky to miss the fierce gaze of whatever dutiful resident was spying evilly down at the scene-
For but a moment, the intruders heart soared at the chance that she might be simply let in, making this social interaction as short and sweet as possible! But the guards sudden change in tone caused it to deflate again-
"O-oh... well, crap. Guess that makes sense, you can't let just... anybody in, hehe... heh..."
Oh god, was all that walking for nothing?! Futaba was pooped from the long stroll away from the lake, even with a newly reformed body courtesy of Miss Waka - would she have to go even farther to find a place willing to let her in-?
"Okay... so if I don't have an appointment, a-and I can't come in - where am I supposed to go, Miss Meiling? I already know what happens to humans like me out here... o-or like us..?"
Now that she was letting her nervous eyes wander, there wasn't anything particularly Yokai-like about this lady. Actually... those toned arms, probably with a matching set of abs under that dress, and being a fair deal taller than herself... it was starting to remind the NEET of someone she knew very well-
Indeed, Meiling's rather calm all things considered, but there's a certain energy to her that ought to be quite familiar to Futaba. Even so, at the insinuation that Meiling is a human, she waves her hand dismissively.
"Oh, I'm not actually a human, I'm a--"
GHHHRHRRRrrrrRRRGGGGNNNN...
At that moment, the gate guard's stomach emits a positively deafening growl, emanating enough heat that Futaba can practically feel it right from where she's standing.
And when Futaba next looks back up at the gate guard, her expression is quite different. Now she's almost sizing Futaba up, weighing some options internally...
...Namely, she's wondering if she'd be able to snag lunch and do her job as a gate guard at the same time. A hand drifts to her belly as she looks back over her shoulder, to see if the head maid is still watching––which, yep, she sure is.
"...On second thought, Miss Futaba. I think I might know someplace you can stay for a while."
Meiling reaches forward, taking Futaba's shoulder in her hand. Her grip is gentle, but firm.
"You don't mind, do you?"
What is the taste of the Sumi??
She tastes of French vanilla, I think. I attribute it to the shampoo and perfume she prefers to use.
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💬 - What does your muse usually do after eating someone? For Meiling I'm assuming the answer is eat more
Vore Day Ask Meme
See, you'd think that, but the answer is actually obvious in a totally DIFFERENT direction.
The bubbling, deathly cauldron of Meiling…
GWOURRRRLLLLGGGG......
"BHRRRP- Mmhm! Settle down in there, would ya?"
Sumireko has been PERMAVORED!*
*Until the end of 8/8 Vore Day, then she'll come back just fine.
“Seriously?! How’re you that skinny and STILL this fattening! I can barely squeeze into my kimono now! You’re supposed to be a cut of lean meat, not a fatty one, dipstick!!”
The poor kimono is stretched taut across her fat, jiggly ass…
A little tattoo of Sumi’s face is plastered onto her right cheek~
And that's exactly where she's going to stay.
You see, that tattoo is more than just a mark of humiliation...
It's Usami's very soul, sealed into Himiko's figure for all to see, unable to regenerate until such time that she can be free...
And until that time, if it ever comes?...
Sumireko, her legacy, her life, her body and her soul and her very existence itself...
It's all been reduced to nothing but thick, wobbling SHORTSTACK FAT until the end of time!!
Sumireko has been PERMAVORED!*
*Until the end of 8/8 Vore Day, then she'll come back just fine.
“OoOOOOUUUUuuUuUUURRPH…”
GuuUuUURRRLLGE…
GLLLLOOooOoUUURRRP…
CHHUUUuuuUUURRRRRrrruurUrrun…
“I told you adequately fatten yourself up and you’re still skinny like a cinnamon stick! When you come back, I’m making you put on some pounds. Ugh.”
SLAP~
GLLLooOorrsh…
“Barely even a snack…”
Poor Usami, packed away all too quickly, barely lasts long enough to put up a fight this time. Her predator's gut is utterly, utterly merciless, crushing and squeezing and wringing every nutrient out of her like a simple, easy snack...
One can't even hear her shouting past all that gurgling, not that anyone should be listening to the protests of food anyway. But you might be able to see the little bumps she makes on the outside of Himiko's stomach... FOR NOW~
Squirm... Squiiirm...
GGGGgggghhhUUUUURRRNNNNnnn....
SQUELCH~ ☠️
And with that, that's the end of Sumireko Usami once more~ Nothing left of the meal but a floating cape, a half-digested hat, and a puddle of sloshy, compliant stomach slop...
Ready. To. Be. Absorbed...
“YOU.”
Sumireko is about to be pulverized-
Bye bye~!
"Wait, wh-- MMMRRPH--"
FWUMP!!! GLRRKK!!!
"Mmrmrhhf!!!"
GHHRRGLL~
It wouldn't be Vore Day if Sumireko didn't end up SOMEBODY'S buttfat in the making. So long, espermeat~ See you on the other side...
Any particular vore day plans?
Oh, y'know, the usual. Shove Sumireko down a girl's throat, facilitate Koakuma's usual binge, become a ball of feathers and meat in a beautiful woman's stomach...