<span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn and Sarah</span><br/><br/>“Oh, she’s quite good at wriggling her way free,” Eowyn comments idly, “<span style="font-style: italic">and</span>at making you feel so good you don’t mind letting her go. Besides,” Eowyn continues, “she digests slow, so if you eat two, she’ll be the one you might feel full enough to let up. She’s even lived to slide out the back way, once or twice.” Eowyn sighs. “We make her wash<span style="font-style: italic">thoroughly</span>when that happens. She loves sloshing around sharing a stomach with the soupy remains of another girl.”<br/><br/>“I do! I really do!” Sarah agrees, still nuzzling the recalcitrant Ruby. “A grown naga like you has room for two, right~?” She teases, petting Ruby’s stomach - till the hydranaga’s tail seizes her, leaving her dangling upside-down from her entangled foot before Ruby eyes. Sarah’s damaged top slides down, revealing her midriff and the upside-down undersides of her full breasts.<br/><br/>“By hunting in small groups, the tribe can capture whole foraging parties of girls, where a lone monster might have to settle for a lone rear-guard,” Eowyn explains, “or even have to flee without a meal - and you know how injuries only make you hungrier. There’s often a surplus to bring back to camp - which can feed those groups that’ve been less successful. Sometimes though, everyone is successful. It seems wasteful to let them go - most would only be eaten by plants or beasts or groundmaws trying to get back to their tribes. Keeping them isn’t difficult, we just put them in the center and they’d have to run a minefield of mouths to escape. During the day they need guarding, but the guards can just snack on them, and it gives them the time to get something else done. Some of the girls started to help out, and of course, those were less lightly to be eaten. Pretty soon, they were getting Pervertia’s Disease-”<br/><br/>“It’s not a disease,” a girl protests, leaning up against Eowyn, presumptuously touching the centauress, stroking her fingertips down Eowyn’s throat between her breasts, and onto her human stomach. “It’s an acceptance of our divine place in the food chain,” the girl grins, leaning down to pet Eowyn’s horse-tum. “Right beneath you.”<br/><br/>Eowyn sighs, and strokes the girl’s head, pulling their bodies together. So held by a dangerous, potentially-hungry predator, the girl subsides immediately with no more than an eager moan and a little invitational squirming. “-discovering their divine destinies,” Eowyn says, with a roll of her eyes, “and not even minding being meals. Then some of us started to date some of them, and,” Eowyn shrugs eloquently. “Only the single girls will throw themselves at you,” Eowyn continues, “otherwise, if you fancy one that isn’t, just ask. All the ones we’ve got left at the moment are far enough gone to be honest, even if they need a little seduction to go the whole way. It wasn’t worth guarding the difficult girls for transport, when so many had to skip hunting to work on the move.”<br/><br/>Or, rather, the tribes stomach-linings had done the guarding perfectly well, and the girls had served as a useful fuel for the hard work of moving the tribe.<br/><br/>“Eventually of course, they all go,” Eowyn sighs. “They still have to forage, and even with monstrous guards that’s dangerous, especially if the thought of getting eaten rather appeals. Those who make pretties… well, eventually everyone in the tribe has one, and the girl is so far Pervertia’d she’s desperate to digest. Sometimes we make a little ceremony of it, presenting the last present, and then… and of course, those who are someone’s girlfriend… you can’t refuse someone you love something they want so desperately, even if it means you can’t be with them anymore.” She sighs, and there’s real regret in her eyes, as her fingertips slide down her own throat. “If you love her, let her go,” she murmurs, trailing it down to cup the other girl’s hand still resting on her belly. “I’m dating a catgirl,” she explains. “If only I could get her to accept she’s a predator, but all she wants to do is slide down my throat,” Eowyn sighs. “Maybe if we had some mousegirls…”<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Sarah says, somehow having wriggled out of her top and offering it to Ruby. “Best wait till tomorrow to mend it though, hmm,” she smiles. “That way if you digest me, you can take it in a bit and give it to some other girl,” she shifts, to emphasise the bulk of her own breasts, and what a good meal she’d make , though they’re nothing compared to Rubys. “Or let it out and wear it yourself as a momento,” Sarah offers. “Though it’d be a shame to cover up such wonderful assets, especially once I’m part of them!” She giggles, leaning forward to inspect them more closely, stretching her hands out to touch, half-hypnotised, ready to bring them to her lips and suckle your aphrodisiac nectar into helpless arousal for sex and digestion...