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"C'mon, Cass! This way!"
The glowing form before her got blurrier as it zipped away, soon appearing as little more than a point of white light among the trees to Cass' deflicted eyes. Even with her hooves bare, her legs unhindered by skirts or breeches, it was no easy task keeping up with an excited Comet on the wing.
When she finally did make it to the treeline, she saw another little light, this one a soft, minty shade. As she drew closer still, the bleary glow resolved itself into a tiny, green figure, her scalp bristling with orange feathers. The green woman waved, and Cass smiled - she'd met this friend of Hatty's before.
"Julip! How lovely to see you again so soon."
"Pleasure's all mine," Julip replied, flashing a grin full of needle-like teeth.
Hatty leaned close to Julip, wings slowly waggling back and forth. "Cass here's never slonked before. You bring enough dust for her?"
"Sure have," she replied without hesitation. "Just brushed my wings yesterday."
As the green Faery pulled a leather pouch from beneath her tunic, Cass knelt on the soft ground, scratching her leg idly. "Hatty hasn't exactly explained what slonking is."
"You ever see a serpent swallow a bird's egg whole? It's like that... 'cept you're the serpent, and one of us is the egg."
"Oh." She took a moment to ponder this, and her eyes went wide. "Oh! Is, er... is that safe?"
Julip's grin broadened. "If you do it right, yeah. I just need a little breathing charm. As for you, that's what the dust is for." She shrugged out of her tunic, and handed the leather pouch to Hatty; at her usual height, it was just large enough to tuck under one arm. "You ever used it yourself?"
"Afraid not." She had used a lot of other things - sticky hemp, alcohol, tobacco, sticky hemp, starcaps, and especially sticky hemp - but Faery-dust was new to her. "I'm told it gives you weird visions. Feels like your body's changing."
"Not 'feels like,' is," Hatty interjected. "A lot of us Comets are natural shape-changers, right down to our bones. So a little bit of that Yellow Magic rubs off our bodies when we shed." Her voice got a bit quieter. "Course, we don't advertise that, lest some puff-adder try sticking us in a bird cage."
"That's sensible." Cass looked at Julip, who was rubbing something into her skin. "What's that?"
"Sweet oil, to help me slide down easier. If you're interested, I mean."
The tallest of the three women slowly shook her head at the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, about to swallow another girl whole; and the girl in question was mainly concerned with how to go down her throat the smoothest! Not that she wouldn't need the help. Even at Cass' size - five feet tall, against Julip's one - it seemed like it would be a tight fit.
Although... even the thought of that made her feel a little hot and bothered. She sighed, smiling nervously. "Guess I'm ready! What do you need me to do?"
"Here," answered Hatty, holding up a handful of glittering powder. "Press one side of your nose shut, and carefully sniff all this into the other. And, er, try not to sneeze."
As Cass did so, she felt a stinging, almost burning sensation in her sinuses - the kind she got from drinking bubble-wine too fast. A sharp ache behind her eyes... and then it passed.
"How will I know when it starts working?"
Hatty finished counting to five, then looked up at her. "Try sticking your tongue out, as far as it'll go."
She did so, extending the long, flat muscle until it tugged on the membrane underneath.
"Now... stick it out farther."
Though slightly confused, she did her best to obey. The tugging didn't stop, but she saw the tip of her tongue extending into the downward limit of her vision, an inch or two's worth. Wouldn't Jade be thrilled if she could see me now? she thought.
"Looks to be working," said Hatty, biting her lip with a fang. Apparently Cass wasn't the only one thinking of that tongue's possibilities. "If you relax your muscles while the dust is still active, you sort of... passively change shape, to fit whatever presses inside you. Like wet clay."
Julip looked up at the Sylvan girl. "I'll be going in headfirst. The important thing is, once my arms are swallowed, you have to keep swallowing, even if it hurts your throat a little bit." She gestured to her companion with the pearl complexion. "Hatty has some healing magics just in case, but..."
"...better safe than sorry," finished Cass, and nodded in agreement. "Should I be laying down?"
"Probably best to sit up, actually. Like you're eating a meal normally." The green Faery drew and whispered a charm to herself, nodded to Hatty, and stretched out her arms to Cass. "Pick me up whenever you're ready."
The Sylph lifted Julip, cradling her in both hands like a delicate blossom; Julip's internal glow brightened against Cass' skin. Suppressing an urge to giggle at the oddity of the situation, Cass lifted the Comet to her lips, planting a gentle kiss on her outstretched hands.
Julip ran her hands along the soft, almost pillowy skin of Cass' lips, being careful not to tickle her. Countless hours of fornicating had familiarized the two with each other's bodies, and the Comet was no stranger to pleasuring partners much larger than herself. To tell the truth, she was quite eager to explore Cass' body (or at least her throat and stomach) from the inside.
As if sensing her lover's anticipation, Cass parted her lips with a soft inhalation, breathing in the aroma of the tiny woman - cool on her tongue, like a sprig of fresh mint. Nervously, she allowed Julip to reach her hands beyond her lips, gripping her wisdom teeth the way a cliff-climber would clutch at outcroppings of stone. The Faery pulled herself deeper, her glow brightening and dimming in time with her heartbeat, illuminating the inside of Cass' mouth like a soft green candle flame.
Taking a deep breath, Cass steeled herself and tipped her head back, allowing Julip to slide into her throat. Fortunately, her gag reflex didn't send the diminutive woman back up; and she began to swallow.
The first gulp pulled the Comet's arms in, up to the elbows. The second brought her still deeper, head and chest hemmed in by Cass' wet, warm, hugging insides. With the third swallow, her hips slid inside, lubricated even more thoroughly by her own arousal.
Then her knees and her clawed feet were scooped up by an epiglottis the size of her head... and she was gone.
Cass gasped for air, her throat finally clear, and looked down at her slightly bloated belly. She pressed against the soft skin with both hands, soon finding the firmer bulge within - the place, just above her navel, where an entire person was inside. At that moment, Julip's light brightened, so intense that Cass' tummy glowed green from within; and the Sylph moaned, surprised by the pleasure she felt.
The warmth wasn't just from Julip's body, although she did give off a great deal of heat. Cass' clitoris was engorged to its full size - two inches long, about average for a fertile Sylph. Back when the refugees from Arcadia began mingling with the native Duemerans, the length of the latter's organs had given some Humans the idea that all Satyrs were "male" - a misunderstanding that, fortunately, was eventually cleared up. In Cass' case, she was able to pleasure herself quite effectively with a rhythmic tugging motion.
"Enjoying yourself?" Hatty had climbed up onto Cass' midsection, her gaze wandering from the emerald glow in her tummy to the hand busily stroking her clit.
"She... she's inside me!" The more the reality of the situation sank in, the hotter she felt. I fecking ate her... swallowed her down..." She began to giggle, especially after the Comet started wriggling within her stomach.
Completely surrounded by darkness, with only her own light and the thousand subtle noises of the digestive tract to keep her company, Julip's instincts took over. Two fingers on one hand slipped inside herself, providing the stimulation she craved, inside as well as out.
Hatty grinned. Though she'd never been slonked herself, she had been told of the experience by Julip. Eyeing the squirming motion under the Sylph's skin, she had a fairly good idea what her friend was doing in there; she even wanted to join in, in her own way.
"Oi, Cass?"
"Y-yeah?" She momentarily snapped out of her reverie, trying to make her eyes focus on the tiny woman.
"Mind if I do a little exploring of my own?"
Cass grinned. "Be my guest."
The pearlescent Faery laid face-down on the Satyr's belly, her face even with a navel nearly the size of her head. She opened her mouth and eagerly kissed Cass' soft skin, licking and nibbling right above the silky fur of her pleasure trail. As Cass giggled again, surprised by the sensation, Hatty had a new idea. She quickly drew the polygram for the thought-speak charm in the air, and sent a thought to Julip.
‹Can you find where her navel is?›
After a few seconds, she sent another.
‹If you can find it, kiss there.›
Julip didn't have the spell nocked, but she could still receive messages; and moments after receiving the second one, she began pressing at the bottom of Cass' stomach. With the dust still working its magic, the smooth muscle soon yielded to her hands, stretching to fill what little empty space lay above the small intestine. Knowing that the navel was lower than the actual stomach, she figured she would need to stretch it in order to reach.
Cass, for her part, was only dimly aware of any of this. From her perspective, there was a brief burst of pressure and a tingling in her gut; then a bizarre puckering sensation lower down, which was soon joined by another from outside. Looking down, she saw Hatty making out messily with her navel, her lips meeting that lovely green glow. It certainly was hot, and she felt her clit throb a little at the sight; but she was also struck by how sweet the whole tableau was, in an odd, kinky way.
"Ohhh, you naughty little things..." She bit her lip, continuing to stroke her clit; then, an idea came to her. If the Faery-dust allowed her tongue, her throat, and her stomach to stretch as much as they needed... what about other parts?
Fixing her gaze on the debauchery within and without her belly, Cass' stroking slowed down, and she began tugging a bit harder instead. The increased force hurt at first, but soon the pain subsided, replaced by a throbbing; this pulsating rhythm was forceful enough that each throb forced her finger and thumb apart a fraction of an inch.
Still she pulled... and as she glanced past her glowing, squirming belly, she moaned aloud at the sight of her clit extending. She finally let go - slowly, hesitantly, as if afraid that her member would snap back to its original size like an overstretched rope. It held its new shape, throbbing, even moving slightly in response to her perineal muscle. A red, shiny, six-inch erection.
It wasn't quite fully functional. She knew her own anatomy well enough; no seed would pass out of this organ, either empty or full. It might not even be rigid enough to penetrate anyone, not properly. But the sight of it, the mere fact of its presence, excited her. And from the way Hatty was staring at this new toy, her mouth watering, Cass supposed it excited her too.
"See anything you like?"
The Faery licked her lips, entranced. "M-may I?"
Cass nodded, and Hatty crawled lower, her silvery glow brightening at the prospect of pleasuring an organ half as large as her entire body. She gently stroked it with one hand, drawing a moan and a shiver from her Sylvan lover.
stinger. ■