“Yes! Now it’s straight to my stomach with you!”
The harpy leant down, jaws wide and ready to engulph his head. Her tongue flicked out, lapping at his skin as she stretched around his face.
Then there was a sharp thud, the maw smushing into Richard’s face and then sliding away. He opened his eyes, looking up to see the worried face of Veronica standing over him. The harpy slid to the floor, unconscious or dead and Veronica dropped the rock she was holding. Then Richard noticed that she was naked. The flush returned to his cheeks.
“Veronica!” He exclaimed in shock and relief, eyes looking anywhere but at the naked queen. “You’re alive! And you saved me! And Tri- Oh gods Tris!”
Richard scrambled to his knees, scrabbling to the fallen harpy.
“Make sure it doesn’t wake while I rescue my friend” He instructed hurriedly, then plunged his arm into the harpy’s feathered rump. “Tris!” He called at the bulging belly “I’m reaching for you, grab on!”
He inserted his arm deeper up the slimy colon, reaching to his elbow before he touched wat he guesses was tris’ face. The bulge squirmed and he felt her jaws engulph his hand in a vice like grip. He flinched in pain, but then decided that it would have to do, yanking his arm back out from the harpy’s depths. With a gargantuan effort, tris’ head was slowly extracted from the stretched pucker by her mouth’s grip on Richard’s wrist. She squirmed and wriggled, helping her body navigate the tight colon, until her arms were released and she could fully extract herself. Finally, the last of her feet slithered free and she huddled on the ground, shivering in revulsion.
“Are you okay?” Asked Richard, concerned
“Yeah… just give me a moment”
“Yeah…” Richard replied, still shaken himself.
“Veronica, Umm I have some spare clothes in the pack. I think it’s just back there…”
Richard awkwardly ushered Veronica away while trying not to look at her, and quickly explained what had happened in her absence. As she dressed she confessed that the harpy had kept her captive all this time.
“That must have been awful!” commented Richard as the wandered back to where they had left Tris and the unconscious harpy.
But, when they crested the brow of the hill there was only tris, belly bulging outward as the last of the harpy’s wings were gulped down her throat.
“Ah…” Richard mumbled, watching the last bulge sink down Tris’ throat. “Well, I probably should have seen that coming”
“Umm… is she safe?” Asked Veronica tentatively.
Tris belched, a few red feathers fluttering from her lips to the dusty floor, then looked over at the now dressed queen. “Nah, she’ll be digested soon.” Tris stood uneasily, her full belly bouncing before her, and stretched out her hand in greeting “You must be this Veronica we’ve been lookin’ for then!”
***
Lysette’s jaw dropped “You… but you’re dead!”
“Evidently not.” Said the young man, stepping forward with this companion “Now, I believe you’re sitting on my throne…”
“Your… throne? But Rosaline is queen now. You can’t ju-”
“My sister? I don’t see her about. I doubt she’ll even return from where she’s gone. But regardless. I am the oldest male heir, it is my throne by right. Please do vacate it.”
“But we should wait-”
Damian sighed “You know, I don’t feel like sitting down right now, Veil, how about you warm my seat for me.”
Damian’s companion smirked. “With pleasure , my king ” She said huskily, then strode toward the throne.
“Now,” Lysette continued nervously, “what are you-”
Veil turned about before the throne, showing Lysette her back, her shapely thighs and her round butt, hiding behind her split dress. She shifted the dress aside, exposing her bare legs and rear beneath.
“Guards!” Squeaked Lysette “Guar-”
But her cry was cut off as Veil’s rear sank down over her head. Her pillowy butt-cheeks easily engulphed the shocked chancellor and the woman sat easily atop the throne, the upper half of Lysette thrusting up into her colon barely seeming to hinder her descent.
Damian looked over at the attendant, cowering in the corner. “You, spread the word. My coronation will be tomorrow.”
The attendant glanced back at the throne, where the chancellor’s legs were slowly drawn up, heels clattering to the floor while the feet disappeared beneath Veil’s split dress. Veil merely shifted lazily atop her seat. He paused, frozen in shock, then nodded quickly and hurried away. Meanwhile, the slight bulge in the woman’s abdomen squirmed in futile and short-lived resistance.