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© Tsumi Moogle '21

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Sunlight peeked through the leaves as they swayed slowly under a gentle spring breeze, casting dappled shadows along the footpath. Pom swaying in a slightly more rhythmic fashion, Tsumi strolled his way along, eyes wandering along familiar boughs, and the gaps up to the blue sky beyond with a flutter of his wings.

The lazy susurration brought a smile to his face, before a curious tingle ran through his antennae.

Easing to a stop, the mog sniffed curiously at the air, and blinked with a furrowing brow.

No, that couldn't be right. He hadn't- Sniff. Smelled that scent- Sniff-sniff. In ages...

Turning slowly, he half focused on his pompom's soft glow, until it pulsed a gentle green shade. Another sniff, and he smacked his lips softly. There was no mistaking it. No one he could think of smelled like that, ...or made his stomach growl, he considered as he ran a hand over his trim tummy under his shirt.

A grin cracked through his look of confusion. He was going to get to the bottom of this. And if he was right, in some strange way, someone else was going to get to the bottom of him.

Moving gracefully along large tree-roots, and brushing almost silently along bushes as he eased from the path, the Mog followed his pom's steady pulse, silent as a shadow until he rounded a particularly large tree, and paused to take in an almost nostalgic sight. Nostalgic, concerning, and delightful.

It was a human. Or, as much human as could be seen under a dark grey and orange jump-suit. Fingerless gloves on his hands, boots on his feet, and a stretchy cotton facial mask keeping the lower half of his face hidden, or protected. The glasses covering his eyes permitted only a little of his pale skin to show, that and the rich brown hair.

Tsumi knew the human well. Though, he hadn't seen him in a very, -very- long time. He knew of a certain Wah that would have had a number of questions and concerns. Or at least, one concern. And Tsumi wholly intended to beat him to it as he crept up on the impostor.

He seemed to simply be taking in his surroundings, wary, watchful, and suddenly jumping with a shout of shock when the mog slunk about to peer at his face.

'Gah!! Moogles!' Joey shouted, and took a wild, defensive swing at the mog. Tsumi's pompom glowed, and with uncanny ease, the shorter pink form caught the human's wrist, and stepped up close.

Bracing a sneakered paw behind the hume's leg, Tsumi pushed forward, and readily toppled the figure into the loam, dropping down with him to straddle, peering over the features.

'Holy Kupo, it really is you.' the Mog mused as he grasped at Joey's other arm lifting to try and push him away, and trapped it down across its twin. 'But that's not possible, k'po.'

'What..? What are you talking about?' Joey blinked under his shades, wincing slightly as Tsumi reached up to pluck them free, staring down into his eyes with his sky-blue ones in kind.

The mog slowly eased down the mask, and stared with certainty at the familiar face. Details that he'd nearly forgotten cemented in his memory, and making his trim stomach elicit a long, wet gurgle.

They both glanced down.

'Tsumi..! Tsumi, no.' Joey murmured, trying to worm and wriggle his way out from under the pink form as the mog wet his lips and swallowed.

'Joey-po, you know how this goes, k'po. You can't just appear again and expect me -not- to do it.' The pink form grinned. 'Besides, I gotta be sure it's really you, and this is the best way to be sure, kupo!'

'What do you mean appear again? Gack!' Sputtered the hume as the mog's tongue slathered up his chin and cheek, slurping his forehead and giving him a small cow-lick, before he eased those sunglasses back on his friend's(?) face. The shorter frame's grasp tensed on his wrists. 'Tsumiii! Don't! Stop iiit!' The human yowled as the mog tugged him up to a sitting position, staring into his eyes with a bright grin.

'Oh, I intend to, k'po. Now, let's see who you really are, kupipo!'

Joey's eyes widened as the mog's jaws parted. It was an uncanny sight, given the strawberry flavoured form so often was the one sluicing down sets of jaws set before him.

But when it came to humans, in particular, jump-suit wearing, sunglasses-clad humes? Tsumi was top of the food-chain.

The deep slick flesh beyond those surprisingly white fangs undulated as it leaned inevitably closer. Squirming in Tsumi's surprisingly strong grasp, Joey tried to lean back, finding the short frame following him with ease, and gaining ground, until the Moogle's lips framed about his face, and wormed slowly over his head. Joey's worry budded and bloomed into frustration with his untenable position. But for his shouts, Tsumi seemed only spurred on as his jaws sank about his neck like a slick, steamy collar.

Groaning low about his meal, Tsumi fluttered his wings with delight for the familiar ache of stretch that Joey made in his gullet. Carefully tugging at the zipper of his meal's jump-suit, he slowly peeled the coarse outer shell of his meal back, The shirt beneath finer, and held rather more of the mouth-watering flavours the hume presented as the mog began to swallow over Joey's shoulders.

The human writhed under him, against him, as every swallow claimed another inch or two. Forever more a pred than Joey, but still a novice by standard means, it was a slow trip. Slow, tight, oppressive, slimey, and constantly roiling. The silken walls gripped tight, dragging down the toned torso of the moogle-food, Tsumi groaning softly as he tugged back slowly, to draw Joey onto his knees.

The human sputtered, feeling a worryingly familiar ring of flesh unfurl over his face, giving him a momentary lapse in smothering flesh to shout as he felt the Mog's hands grasp at his waistband, and tugging him deeper.

'TSUMI!! Stop this right now and spit me up, Damnit! Damn Moogles! You should all be eaten! Not humans!!' Tsum-mmmpph!!' Joey sputtered as another rolling swallow mooshed his face into the floor of the mog's gut, smothering him again.

Leaning back slowly, Tsumi hefted his meal up, teasing his tongue along Joey's tummy, and nibbling at the supple skin, before he eyed those kicking, writhing legs. It was an effort to counter the vigorous sway, but with a perk of his ears, the mog grinned as he fumbled his meal's waist-band, and with a soft 'zzip!' and a prompt shove upwards, he gaffed the human, baring a pair of briefs and thighs from the thick fabric, before he yawned and gulped again. Joey sank another several inches.

Finding himself curling around, and with his ability to kick and pedal severely compromised, Joey writhed about anxiously, arms still bound at his side. His hapless shouts wholly ignored, or even rubbed over in response as Tsumi grasped the steady bunching of those pants with one hand, and teased over his distending abdominals with the other.

It wasn't long until the pink form found pushing on those pants didn't get them any further. He puffed, and eyed those boots with a grin. He hadn't stolen -those- in a while. Well, whoever was impersonating Joey would soon find out that this ritual never got passed up, and soon enough they thudded to the soft ground, followed by the discarded jump-suit.

Easing along the ground, Tsumi smiled as he sank himself against the base of the nearest tree, slurping down calves, and nibbling along the pivoting feet.

Joey gave a furious yell as the mog's maw slowly sealed shut behind his toes, and with a long, protracted swallow, sluiced the last of the sleek, slicked hume down entirely.

Within the tight stomach, Joey panted, growling to himself and pushing around, trying to kick at the walls, but finding the ability to do so severely hampered by the tautness of the moogle's trim abdominals. As if in mocking response, Tsumi's hands traced and kneaded along the human's bulges, pressing steadily.

'I know it's been ages, k'po. But I gotta say, you're pretty accurate to the real deal, k'po. Tasted just as good as the real Joey!' The mog smiled, licking his lips and groaning amidst slow swallows of saliva, savouring the lingering flavours.

'Tsumi, you idiot! I am the real me! That's the only me there is!' the hapless human sputtered, as he felt his skin itching, tingling under the steady, if uneven undulations of the stomach mooshing and rolling about him. The gooey slime lining the ripple-textured walls layering over his form as the gut squelched and burbled slowly heating up.

Or rather, Joey noticed with a yelp, burning.

Tsumi grinned despite himself, nibbling his lip as the vigorous struggles in his gut worked up into a frenzied scramble. Joey's yells of anger and frustration working through an almost memorized list of threats and warnings, broken intermittantly by his yelps and cries as the gut continued gurgling, churning thickly over him.

Running his hands slowly over the bulges, Tsumi smiled softly, noticing the slow, yet marked decline, the softening, and steady swell of the base of his stomach, pooling with so much ooze, and probable former human as Joey was steadily churned down.

It didn't take long for the mog's stomach to overwhelm the human, steadily silencing him as it became quite unsustainable to resist the moogle's eager stomach, so keen to claim a human again.

A thick belch and tensing of the mog's gut brought a thick, wet crunch through the air as Joey's body gave, and a feeble whimper squeaked from the depths of that soupy, glrrrrning gut.

'Oops, sorry k'po. Too soon?' Tsumi murmured, sloshing his belly about and grinning as he sighed his satiation. His pom pulsed slowly, ebbing gently as the bulges continued rounding out into one smooth mass, Tsumi's slowly-trailing hands sinking easier.

Amidst the thick goop of the mog's stomach, something else stirred. Something there, and something not quite at all. Tsumi blinked at his pom's curious glow. He could feel the human's hands against his stomach walls, trying to push in a way that could never yield. Staring down at his gut, he grinned as he recognized it. Joey's essence.

'No, k'po... Not quite. Joey's essence is green, kupipo.' Tsumi murmured with a faint squint of his eyes. 'Never really noticed it when we used to do this, kupo. ...Yeah, no, I'm definitely keeping this one, k'po. I won't have an impostor Joey trying to steal my snack-wah!' The mog murmured with a grasp of his hands along his gut.

Within, Joey's essence coalesced enough to find he was still so haplessly bound. The walls impermeable, given Tsumi's own lived in every inch of them. The mog his own perfect prison for other souls. Prison, and refinery. The human's heart would have pounded, were he not just ectoplasm and clumping memories pooling from the remnants of the utterly digested human being slowly pumped into the rest of the mog's gut with a nearly lewd 'glut-glut-glut'.

Something was wrong. More wrong than being melted down. More wrong than being aware he -had- been eaten and digested by a short, pink fae creature.

Every time the wall brushed him, something vanished. A thought, a memory, a sensation.. The ghost of Joey found a voice, resonating against Tsumi's essence, so the mog would feel his voice more than he would hear it.

'Tsumi!! Stop! Please let me out! This is wrong! I'm going to-' The walls sloshed about him, jostling the essence about and wisping more of him away.

'Yyyep, k'po.' giggled the mog as he hiccuped softly. The feeling of drawing on, draining the faux-Joey's essence oddly invigorating. 'This time, there's no come-backs, k'po. You're mine for good, humie-po!' Tsumi licked his lips and tensed his belly, compressing it in about the spirit.

Joey's essence shrank, diminishing as more of him was drained. Sluiced into where he knew not. But wherever it was, it wasn't somewhere he was aware of. Ever more of him ebbed into an inky black nothing, the walls closing in about him, bringing with them, the faint glow of the moogle's essence, and then, nothing-

Tsumi's pom gave a soft pulse, and then seemed to 'blip' into nothing, as a bright belch erupted from the pink form's lips. An odd clatter over the ground broke the delightedly sated mog's reverie as he glanced over the acid-warped frames and cracked lenses of his meals glasses.

Relaxing back against the tree, Tsumi smiled as he rested, letting his stomach continue its work on his sizeable meal. He savoured the beams of sunlight swaying through the shifting leaves, giggling at the odd burble and glorp of his gut, before he perked his ears to another green pulse of his pom and a fond familiarity.

Through the trees, the pink form spied one of green and white. The wah strolling in a contented pace. Tsumi readily got to his feet and hopped forward, heedless of the glasses being crunched into the loam underfoot as he sprang off towards his friend.

Joey perked his ears and blinked as Tsumi all but pounced out of the trees to give him a hug. A curiously pillowed hug, he noted, glancing at the rounded pot of a belly peeking from under the mog's sleeveless hoodie.

'Jeez, Tsumi. Who was silly enough to get caught by you?' the Wah grinned.

'Oh, just some silly humie, kupo.'

'Aww..! Now I want one!'

'Well, we could hunt for those screen-windows, k'po.'

'Ooohhh..'

--Fin.