Tamamovitch’s Goddes Absorption Plan!
 It was just another day in Chaldea. There were four girls resting under a kotatsu together- Tamamo no Mae, Tamamo no Mae (Summer), Tamamo Cat, and Tamamo Vitch.
 “I don’t want to get out... it’s so warm!” said vanilla Tamamo.
 “I miss the beach... uuu... my tan is almost completely gone!” said Tamamo Summer.
 Tamamo Cat was curled with her legs under the kotatsu and was lying down asleep.
 “Nyoom nyoom nyoom...” she purred as she dreamt of making a delicious meal for Master.
 Tamamo Vitch was thinking of a delicious meal, but all for her. She was famished. She fanned herself a bit as she decided what to do.
 “Sisters, I’m going out for a bit. I’ll see you later. Tata!”
 Tamamo pulled her legs from under the kotatsu, revealing her sleeky black bodysuit. She adjusted her glasses, then zipped up the bodysuit further as she prepared to walk the Chaldea halls.
 The heels of her boots tapped as she made her way. What to eat, what to eat?
 She smiled sinisterly as her eyes narrowed. “Or rather... who?”
 She laughed to herself and continued on her way.
 “Everyone knows that humans are only good as slaves to my desires. Playthings is all they’re qualified to be.”
 She kept walking, feeling more confident with each step. Yes, Tamamo was at her best when putting humanity down. Her residence in Chaldea was tenuous at best. The master had been able to convince her only after using command spells to come fight for them. She missed the days when she was Chaldea’s bane... she felt like she had lost her touch. It was time to prove she was still the threat to humanity she believed she was!
 She approached the door of one of the Chaldea occupants- the golden plate outside emblazoned with “S.Ishtar”. Tamamo snickered. No wonder the nameplate was gold. That vain bitch loved gold. Tamamo entered and looked around inside.
 It was almost as if no one lived her. Ishtar had barely any furnishings past what was provided with each room. Tamamo took pity on her, but also realized she wouldn’t be missed.
 “Knock knock~!” Tamamo said as Ishtar was shocked to see her enter so casually. Ishtar also wore a black bodysuit, hers with a golden line pattern that ran up and down her body. Her sweet, delicious body... Tamamo shook her head. Be cool!
 Tamamo slid onto the bed and said, “Oh, you poor thing. You don’t get many visitors. Well, how would you like to have Girl Time with me, hm? We’re both above these humans that run around here, we have lots in common!”
 Ishtar regained her composure. “I don’t remember asking you to come here.” she said cooly.
 Tamamo just laughed. “You didn’t have to! Your face let me know that you needed someone to talk to. That’s why I’m here! Mikon~!”
 Tamamo, inwardly, was grimacing. “Shit... this little harlot is smarter than I expected... I’ll have to end this quickly...”
 Tamamo shined her brightest smile. “So! What do you wanna talk about first? Taking pleasure out of torturing boys? Money?”
 Ishtar looked down sullenly.
 “I’m not as bad as you are... I don’t think we’re all that similar...”
 Tamamovitch licked her lips. “Oh, I think we’re about to become inseparable...”
 Ishtar quickly turned upward. Tamamo’s jaw was unhinged and her arms raised out to her side in anticipation. She quickly swung her arms inward and grabbed Ishtar by her shoulders.
 “Got you! Hehehe...” Tamamo’s smile was pure sadistic delight.
 Ishtar kicked Tamamo hard in her stomach, and even Tamamo had to recoil in pain.
 After she was done clenching her stomach, Tamamo raised her face with a grimace and narrowed eyes.
 “Oh, you’ll pay for that dearly...”
 Tamamo pulled out two pistols. She was more accustomed to a sniper rifle, but obviously that was not an option here. She fired away- blat blat blat! Shots penetrated the walls and Ishtar ducked. A bullet was about to make contact with her.
 Tamamo chuckled. “I don’t like a meal with bullets in it, but sometimes there’s no choice.”
 Ishtar whipped out a laser katana, slicing the bullet in two. Tamamo was floored.
 Ishtar breathed.
 “You’re quick on the trigger. But I can’t be harmed by weapons like those.”
 She flourished with her blade, the suspended light thrumming with power and leaving an after image.
 Tamamo grimaced. This couldn’t be happening to her! She had to act fast...
 Ishtar moved quickly, coming straight for Tamamo and would likely slice her in half.
 Tamamo jumped, arcing her jump to miss bumping her head on the ceiling, and combat rolled to the opposite end of the room. Ishtar uselessly slashed the wall, leaving a deep scar with twisted, melted metal.
 Ishtar gripped the blade harder, turning it towards Tamamo.
 “I’ll silence you for good...!”
 Ishtar raised the blade above her head. Tamamo whipped out a final weapon and tossed it at Ishtar. Upon impact, an explosion obscured the whole room except for the lights at the top and a barely visible laser blade.
 “Hehehe... where did I go? Mikon~” Tamamo taunted. Ishtar turned this way and that. She felt Tamamo’s hands grip her all the way around, pinning her arms to her side.
 “No! No, no, don’t do this! Let me go!” Ishtar cried.
 Tamamo waited for the smoke to fade and smiled cruelly.
 “I wanted to wait until I could see the despair on your face again. Mikon~”
 Ishtar moved this way and that, but she couldn’t break free. Tamamo’s arms kept her locked in place. Tamamo’s tongue licked her lips and then she rolled it out like a red carpet, with Ishtar as the star.
 Ishtar was facing away from her and could not see Tamamo’s cavernous maw, but she soon felt it’s warm, wet embrace. Tamamo placed Ishtar’s head inside her mouth to little resistance from the useless goddess.
 Tamamo moaned at the goddess’ flavor, rich and delicious. She really ought to eat divine beings more often, mikon~! Her mouth salivated uncontrollably, coating Ishtar’s head as she ran her tongue around it. But now that she had gotten a taste, she felt a primal hunger in her stomach that was crying out in hunger for more.
 As Ishtar’s legs and arms moved about, Tamamo continued pushing her inside her with her adamantine grip on her forearms. Ishtar’s shoulders began to disappear inside the fox demon, and Tamamo was now tasting the latex bodysuit, which had become sweaty with exertion and fear.
 “Mmph... the fear of humans is an exquisite taste! There’s nothing else like it!” Tamamo crowed.
 “Please don’t do this... I don’t want to be a part of you! I have my own life and I....” Ishtar begged to no avail. Tamamo was shoving Ishtar’s breasts inside her now. She was coated in saliva and sliding down Tamamo’s throat quite easily, thanks in part to that and her soaked latex which accelerated her descent.
 “Muhuhun~! I’m afraid your own life is mine to consume. Sorry dearest! I think we’ll become even closer friends this way.” Tamamo taunted her. She was eager to taste even more, and chugged down Ishtar’s toned tummy like it was nothing. Humans were so delicious, Tamamo thought! It was a shame they were so bad at everything else.
 Tamamo craned her head back, letting Ishtar go even further down her throat. By this time, Ishtar’s head had broken the stomach entrance and she was beginning to curl up inside. On the other end, Ishtar’s thighs became a great for Tamamo’s jaws. Tamamo’s own bodysuit began to swell, and she hastily slid the zipper down about as far as it could go. Her stomach had swollen considerably, filled with a useless goddess that no one would miss.
 “Isn’t that right, Ishtar? No one will even notice you’re gone! It’s a shame, since everyone’s eyes will be glued to Tamamo! Mikon~!” Tamamo teased mercilessly.
 Tamamo came to Ishtar’s knees as they dangled uselessly out of her mouth. Rubbing her stomach at the same time, she slurped up Ishtar’s legs and heels all in one go. Finally, her prey could begin to settle.
 Tamamo’s powerful throat muscles moved her prey’s legs down into her stomach, where she would remain for the next bit of her worthless existence. Actually, Tamamo mentally corrected herself. She had been a most exquisite meal!
 Tamamo rested on Ishtar’s bed now, rubbing her swollen stomach that contained the goddess. Ishtar moved a bit inside, but she was quite limited and certainly wasn’t escaping now.
 “Tamamo please... don’t do this!” Ishtar begged futilely. Her heart sank in her chest at the prospect of becoming part of this evil fox spirit.
 Tamamo scoffed. “That’s what I’ve heard for ages. Tamamo, don’t betray me please! Don’t shoot them with a sniper rifle! Don’t swallow me! I don’t have to listen to anyone! If it means getting rid of your incessant whining, why I don’t just fucking digest you right now?”
 Ishtar cried out, barely audible to Tamamo through her stomach wall. “Please don’t! Anything but that, please!” Ishtar tried to scramble around, her suit sliding in Tamamo’s belly.
 “Admittedly... I am eager to see what you add to me. One goddess digestion, coming up, mikon~!” Tamamo beamed.
 Tamamo began to snarl as she smashed on her belly, compacting Ishtar and making her easier to digest. Juices pumped and her stomach worked feverishly to incorporate Ishtar into her spirit origin. Ishtar’s consciousness was fading, giving her the sensation she was falling into a black void from which there was no return. With her last feeling left in her body, Ishtar cried out for help as Tamamo begin to forcibly take her every being into herself.
 Ishtar started to fade away as Tamamo laughed exultantly. Her greatest triumph was now at hand! Tamamo felt that her body was beginning to change, her entire spirit origin being affected by the absorption of the goddess.
 As her body morphed to accommodate its new powers and features, Tamamo felt like a sliding jigsaw puzzle, out of place. Eventually, the final piece came to its resting place and the transformation ended. She looked in the large mirror in Ishtar’s room, and liked what she saw.
 Her body was largely the same, although a bigger bust size was prominently displayed. Around her breasts was her old bodysuit, or at least the top of it. The zipper was down to allow a glimpse at her new acquisition- Ishtar’s own bodysuit underneath hers. Below her chest, all was as Ishtar had worn, her own suit becoming like a zip up top with her signature popped collar and all.
 Turning to her hair, her signature pink had darkened a bit, with the distinct red highlights and undertone that Ishtar had in her own locks. Tamamo thought this darker pink was good, and especially loved how the red brought it all out. Also atop her head was Ishtar’s crown of small black horns. Lastly, her bow on the side of her head had become black and red also and holding up her new twintailed hair.
 “Well, well, mikooooon~! This turned out better than I could’ve imagined! The universe has won out, being down one useless goddess and being up a new sexy, improved Tamamo!” She laughed as she felt her new chest, then zipped up and down as she relished how tight it felt on her breasts.
 “Space Tamamo? No, I don’t like that one... ah! What about... Tamamo no Ishtar? Oohoohoo, I rather like that one, mikon~!” Tamamo giggled to herself like a school girl, or perhaps like someone who had just dominated a goddess and now commanded their powers for themselves.
 “There’s no way Master can resist me now... one day I’ll take over this place and turn it over to Kirschtaria. Maybe I should keep it to myself? An army of spirits with an obedient master as my beck and call? I’d say Master will give in if we have about 30 days of nonstop sex and debauchery, hmm?”
 Tamamo laughed and turned this way and that as she looked in the mirror. She laughed and walked out of the now empty room, heels clicking as she was off to find a new target: the master of Chaldea!