Shraq's Muses

It leaves a lot to imagine how much more of the android there could be over time, with a slight push from the gradual appearance of abandoned ration storages or the odd cargo shipment that never found its way..

Surely she's still better off than that blindfolded hog-

"Hrrrmph. Although you didn’t need to mention that drone, it is nice that you’ve thought about what I wanted to do since my actions were broadcast to you previously. As for the ‘slight push’ you mentioned, I’m sure that would be impossible if YoRHa continues to distribute all of their… Rrgh, rations to all of their garbage piles padded with silicone. Your claim of me being ‘better off’ than them should be inapplicable because of them probably not being able to think of other meals they can eat. I probably shouldn’t talk about them too much since no one on this planet should be able to miss them with how frequently they keep searching all of its crevices for resources they likely already have."

A2 steps toward your body, the ovular and rectangular marks with rounded edges shivering and the black rubber that slithered between them emitting groans that seemingly raked your ear canals as they glided them against their surfaces. Her stilettos repeatedly stamped vertical ovals and isosceles trapezoids on the grass as their form rested on the soil. Her stomach eventually contorts its fat upward, her thighs spanning 2 feet away from your hips and a pink blotch splaying its form underneath her cheeks and nose. Her stomach begins to vibrate as a few gurgles appear to thrust it against your torso before she rotated her body, sliding the convex form of her right thigh around your hips. Its rubber gently squeals as it drags its blubber on the fabric of your pants. The marks that jut from her thighs sway your groin and the front of yours horizontally, increasing their temperatures with a slightly bellowing while the black rubber underneath it begin to “freeze” the inner corners of your legs.

If I wanted to not obscure any part of my answer for that, I've always found fat centaurs to be charming. It's mostly because of how their horse halves gaining weight results with their stomachs always appearing to be incredibly taut, especially if the fur on their bodies are short. With that said, horse centaurs aren't a concept I wanted to frequently think about since there are other kinds of monster girls I like more than them.

Regarding Umamusume, I was initially reluctant about liking it since an official gacha game that interprets actual race horses as human women was a really strange concept for me. That's despite the fact that gacha games such as Kancolle already existed but I think what differentiates it from Umamusume is that it created women that were inspired by military naval ships. Umamusume just creates women that are inspired by horses that actually lived. A gacha game that mostly has characters that were created that way being incredibly popular is still strange to think about.

Despite that, one of my friends continuously posted art he found of Daiwa Scarlet. Daiwa Scarlet is admittedly a cute design but I also believe that she's a character that a lot of people can love. If they don't love her personality, they might begin to do so when they learn that she's a descendant of Agnes Tachyon, the horse girl who might be the absolute most popular one at the moment. I would say Daiwa Scarlet is the only horse girl I have a mild attraction for.

That was before I discovered Jungle Pocket and realized how… Bold and "shameless" her personality is. It's fitting that Agnes Tachyon is her rival since I believe that she's probably the only horse girl whose personality can match how unashamed it is. Jungle Pocket's personality, waving, thick fronds of her light brown hair, yellow irises, jagged teeth that appear to contradict the fact that she's meant to be a horse girl, constant grins with thin ends, and her slim torso all affected my mind in a way I didn't believe it would.

"Wahaha? Someone said my name, right? Oh gosh, it's gotta be someone who's askin' my help for some really complicated concept that only they know someone such as I can--"

However, as mentions of "doppelgängers" twirled and rattled the canals on her head, she stamped her soles on the stones, stroking lines that rolled its black ivory into slim gaps and planting a few blotches that adjusted its tint to embody the particles underneath the stones.

"… Oh. Mmm. I get it."

Additional clatters were flung between the gaps of the strings beside her head as they repeatedly prodded their sides and dragged their cones around her sleeves and the folded skin underneath their cuffs. Junko swept her chin above her throat before fingers smacked her forearm and thrust her knuckles onto her bottom, her eyes rotating to faded, olive marks accompanied by grey rings.

"Hhhhff, hrrrrg, hrnnnf! Man, couldn't you stay to at least place YOUR underwear in YOUR drawers?! Bet all the heat in my shirts are already going away. Why did you even run here anyway? It probably isn't because folding your clothes 'bores' you."

"Sorry. I came here because someone mentioned my name."

"Ohh. So you came here because you heard someone spout your name and…

"Wait, wouldn't that mean you'll leave our just because ANYONE says your name?! You can't even hear everyone say your name! Your muscles would just swell more than mine if you just never stayed there! There's an ACTUAL reason you came here, right?"

"Hoh GAWWSH, Owarin! Can you, like, smack your lips against themselves? I'm not gonna impart why I'm here if you're gonna stick a pin through my ears! Like, multiple ones, in fact."

A black ceiling and floor shuffled on the "olives," their sides slipping to the edge of her eyes and constricting underneath the vertexes on their edges before Akane's fingers unfurled from Junko's skin and flung their wrist by her skirt. Her red pleates slightly shivered and damp streaks formed on a pair of badges on Junko's right hip.

"Yeah. That makes sense. Why did this particular case of someone mentioning your name urge you to come here then? Why aren't we already returning to our house?"

"So you know how it always feels like you're always doin' something REALLY moronic like talking to the girl you really hate or smashing ALL of the dinnerware in the house?! Well, it turns out it's 'cause the person you are is actually an ENTIRELY different body that does what it wants in a different world than the one we're on! I think they're called 'dream selves' or other shockingly blunt name!"

"That's… That's just a dream, isn't it? You didn't run here JUST to tell me how dreams work, right?"

"N--N--No. I actually came here for a, snf, worse reason. There might be a way for us to never sleep, I think. Just imagine constantly living with the idea that you're just never going to actually rest because there's a doppelgänger that just embodies your consciousness. It would just be better to just stay awake at that point, even if your eyebags pull your eyelids to your cheeks. That's why I think it would be--

"So freaking awesome to just ALWAYS know what you're doing while you're sleeping! Man, just think about ALL of the lives you can totally screw up while people think it's only happening in their dreams! You can give help them by giving them money that just 'suddenly' materializes on their nightstands!

"There might even be several things we don't even know about the people we've meet hiding in the Dream World. All of those facts just hiding in a place even my eyes can't pierce… Aha, ahahaha! Should we NOT find a way to create our own doppelgängers and see what's in the Dream World?!"

"I… What? So if you're taking control of a body in a dream, wouldn't that also be considered a 'dream self?'"

"Incorrect, for the doppelgänger that inhabits the Dream World inhabits your memories, beliefs, desires, all of the traits that ensolify their forms to establish what you view as your self."

"So the doppelgänger is separate from our 'dream selves' and our actual minds. Got it. Do you even know how you're gonna create a doppelgänger? Isn't it gonna involve some stuff involving 'cutting' parts of our mind to create an entirely different body?"

"I don't know. I probably gotta meet this Sumireko girl to know that. Even if I don't entirely get how she created one, I bet she can still tell me about what happens in the Dream World. I can then tell you what she saw in it."

"Uh-huh. That wasn't the answer I was expecting but it's also the one that makes the most sense. Let's just get back, okay? I'm pretty sure all of our clothes are just as cool as the room's air now and I don't know how we're gonna return all of its heat back to them without using more electricity."

"Shall we consider situating the various layers of fabric between our stomachs and allowing the body heat that's generated by the combination of our blood expanding the surfaces of our veins and vessels against their epidermises and the inherent warmth our adipose cells retain?"

"Mmm… Only after we shower. I don't really wanna work out with clothes that feel like they're constantly slapping out skin."

"Excuse me, miss. I wish to confirm your status as a vampire. Is it true?"

"Hmph. My 'status' is more of a permanent fragment of my existence. Vampires can never abscond the supernatural presence that has supplanted their humanity. It isn't an occupation you can refuse to dedicate your life to. From the uniform you've decided to wear, I presume you're a maid. Do you believe you can deny other humans from conversing with you just as you can acquit from the occupation you've been delegated?"

"As I've dedicated the remainder of my life to pursue a career as a maid, I… Would find it difficult to adjust to other jobs. Nevertheless, I understand the claim you've asserted. I wish to inquire you regarding a certain aspect of how vampires live."

"Alright. Before I permit you to state your inquiry, you should know that it's impossible for a vampire to live. The continuation of their death is dependent on their reliance of depriving living beings of their vitality. You don't believe that vampires are capable of living the same way a human can, yes?"

"I… Am aware of that. It's a common misconception that humans believe given how undead creatures animate themselves similarly to them."

"Splendid. You may prattle your question unto me now."

"I believe vampires are able to create more of their kind by supping on the blood of various beings, typically from their jugular vein. Those who have been transformed into vampires are typically depicted as 'servants' to the ones who have done so, who are referred to as their 'masters.' Are those depictions truthful to the relationship a vampire and those they have transformed or is it merely a concept humans have created in an attempt to comprehend it."

"It's indeed accurate for vampires and their creations to be interpreted as 'masters' and 'servants.' I would also say your assumption of that description being a paltry attempt at determining the nature of their relationship they share to be correct. Humans are simply incapable of understanding the duties, emotions, and bond a 'master' and their 'servants' share."

"I… Is there a reason I wouldn't be able to understand it?"

"It's inhuman. They're relationships that mustn't and can't be replicated by humans. If you were to imitate it, it would definitely demolish the relationship you would attempt to facilitate with the one you want to call your 'master.' I'll allow you to estimate the exact nature of the bond a vampire and their 'servants' share."

"Ah… I think I'll decline the opportunity to do so. Given your description of the bonds we've been discussing, I would prefer it if you explained them to me."

"Kfff! And have you attempt to mimic its intricacies, therefore absconding any opportunities to converse with other humans? Although it would be amusing to witness an inquisitive gnat tarnish her life for a likely inane reason, I would prefer it if you were to earnestly inscribe this to your conscience: You're human. What defines a master and their servants has varied among different cultures and the period of time they occupied. Perhaps it differs depending on who would choose to hire you as well.

"What defines the relationship between vampires such as I and those we deprive of their capability to live in a 'standard' environment remains static. They don't have any desire to alter the condition of it nor are they able to do so. It has remained unaltered for several decades. Value the elasticity of the connections you're able to form with other humans."

"Hmmmm. I will. Thank you for the lecture, madam. Would you suggest I halt further attempts to understand how vampires function?"

"Just to have you never attempt to speak to me again? Yes. You should cease the continuation of our conversation immediately. I've no further information that would benefit your being."

Coolant and spray clumps of goop flew from her parted lips before any further words could come out, her face lacking a reaction, waiting for the wobble of her cheeks and the excess ring of mass engulfing her neck to settle subtly.

Perhaps it was true, perhaps it was all true and had always been so— No, they were, she had just let herself become a stranger- The opposite, another leashed unit carrying out the dirty work in hopes of a future forever out of reach, and for however much longer the ones holding her collar decided on.

These were the things that she chose to look past, data intact and hard forgotten at the same time, a cluster of ones mind— chosen to be stuffed away.

A palm clamped itself across her flesh, the audible ghlunk- wet and padded, her internals working tirelessly to digest the liters of goop within, the shine of coolant that slicked her frame gleaming as her inner shell warmed up,

“ Like shit. Awfully processed slop. Only meant for consumption in batches, only meant for active duty, for units deployed without another word, though they'd be too occupied to even consider 'pigging out', unit A2— OUAARPRPHH ”

A2's head swiped itself away from 2B and the gust that blew from her peeled lips, coating her nostrils with evaporated acid and splatting blotches of grey sludge onto her cheeks. A2 smudged her charred palm against her nose, wiping the gas from her nasal cavity before it patted the sludge on her cheek onto her stomach. Clenching her fingers against her palms with a sharp scoff, she repeatedly slapped her slacking stomach, scratching its wobbling fat against the front of her thighs with a few sparks emanating between the layers. Her hands then bashed against 2B's rolls, stroking the goop into its crevices and compressing their bottoms against it to jostle the remnants of it onto its concaved form.

Her palms quivered as a layer beneath the "swine's" stomach oozed toward their sides. They swirled between her fingers, prickling their surface as her stomach emitted a growl and the silver layer across it glistened. As A2 watched it blush along with the layer belting steam off of her digits, she pulled one of her feet upward and pelted its heel against the soil, swiveling her palms against a patch on her stomach until a "ghlunk" pelted a breath out of her mouth as they swerved upward. The roll pounded against her chest, dragging her heels against the soil and swinging her torso away from it as it jostled and flopped against the distended cliff, her black dress flittering above it.

"Ahghk! Ghhh. I'm sure that's how you avoid thinking about the way YoRHa treats you. Just burp out any thoughts you might have and… SPLATTER them onto the people they tell you to eliminate. AHHHgh! If they really want your mind to be that empty, that means there has to be someone who has to fill it with thoughts. I had a feeling I had to be louder with what I want you to realize."

A2's chest slightly pulsating with a trail of vapor wafting from the thin gaps around its edges, her fingertips etched her palms as they arose, arching them as they steered into parallel columns. She crouched and curled her spine, swerving her heels into the ground and tugging her arms to her sides. Expelling a grunt against her teeth, the android flung her feet behind her. Repeatedly pounding her feet against the ground and her white hair flinging beige particles behind her as it flapped behind it, A2 lurched her arms forward as she neared the pink boulder as it bounced and folded underneath 2B's chin. However, as it began to press against itself when her mouth peeled her lips apart, A2 slammed her feet against the floor, hurling clumps of soil and sliced grass from her "toes" as a flattened trail was plastered onto it. Her stomach prodded the tip of 2B's, pulsating the former's with a singular wave that wobbled its blubber, eventually gyrating her thighs and jostling A2's vision as her chest was enveloped in a humid haze.

"That… Is how it tastes. Hrmm."

A2's torso arose from the round abdomen, pulling her arms toward her chest to rest one of her hands onto her bicep while the other hovered above her tricep. Her legs nudged their ovular thighs into each other, momentarily swaying as her eyes peered at the grey, shining handprints imprinted on 2B's stomach behind translucent ribbons.

"You'd think somewhere beneath all those words you would at least try to defend yourself as the pinnacle mockery of a stowaway,"

Something of a huff would depart her lips as the android's stomachs clashed, 2B's taut orb before her merely bouncing in place as synth-fat rippled before settling still. Her brows were raised, eyes slanted just as much of daggers as the android in front of her, jowls shook and her double chins toppled over another,

"Though abandoned cattle picking at stray scraps doesn't sound any better, doesn't it?"

Another huff, stepping out from their clashing guts, girth scraping off to the side away from A2's drooping heft, careful to not have caught any strains. Heels burrowed themselves into the patches of grass with every other step, stopping herself before the sludge filled crate could be obstructed by her belly any further. Her gloved hands pressed themselves into a bowl, scooping the goop into her palm til it overflowed.

Just like the emergency supplements from her flight unit.

Gulping..

Gulping..

Gulping..

"If you're trying to make a point, I'd think better than posing as some higher pig thinking better of themself for eating anything they can find," pressing a much rounded chassis against the toppling side rolls of the hog before her, "not so much of an argument when you're comparing yourself to the highest pig."

A2's drooping rolls jostled alongside the other's stiff cauldron, dabbing streaks of grease and condiments onto its surface with trails of soil onto the former's swollen sides. A2's heels rose off of the ground, staring into the woven fabric of her blindfold, her pupils drifting toward her furrowed brows before a wobble of her cheeks lowered them onto it once more. The muscles around her nose twitched as it inhaled the scent of emulsified meat and broiled plastic wading between their faces, her brows drooping further as 2B's messages jittered past it.

"Is it meant to sound better? Am I meant to defend actions that shouldn't--"

A2's lips clamped against each other as 2B's orb screeched against her stomach, squashing the goop within against its hind walls before it bloated outward with a spring that rattled it alongside her spacious thighs, their surfaces squeaking against each other with exchanges of sauces, crumbs, and a torn chunk of rotisserie chicken. Her teeth gnashed their crowns onto themselves while her hands flexed her fingers into "talons" while her arms spread themselves from her sides. The crate then slid across her curled fingers, crushing their tissue against their structures until it slipped from her compressed bicep. With a sudden parting of eyelids and an exhalation, she leapt from her feet and stretched her hands toward it, sliding her palms underneath it and pulling it up to the cupped hands of the other android.

Her teeth chomped against each other again as she stared at the android slurping the goop, cascading in thick dollops from the edges of her palms and vanishing from them each time a gulp fled from her quaking throat. Her lips dragged themselves against her cheeks, their ends quivering before her jaw plummeted.

"Am I meant to defend an existence that NEVER should've been allowed? I'm not going to boast about the fact that I let YoRHa manipulate me into participating in a mission that was meant to eliminate an entire SQUADRON for the purpose of 'improving' future models. Why would someone brag about eating the scraps of an armada that has abandoned and branded them as a criminal that's to be eliminated with any further interrogation?

I'm NOT a swine that can be placated by a surplus of rations that can sustain an entire platoon for months. What I am by even attempting to do this at all is a moronic condor who's eliminating any evidence of the people who abandoned her to prevent them from killing people they will never acknowledge despite the information they have of them. Every being that has chosen to live here already has enough food to sate their hunger and provide them with the nutrients they need to continue to live. YoRHa and all of the assets they possess only propagate the deterioration of any organic being that li--"

A shunt against a mammoth sphere compressed A2's blubber into her abdomen once more, tilting her body backward eking a burst of clicks and groans from her clattering mouth. Their stomachs moaned as they chafed into the crevices of the opposing android's body, a small puddle of YoRHa's goop splashing through A2's esophagus before a gulp hurled it into its container. Her hands and peeled cheeks simmered with a red glow, imprinting the mold of the former onto the crate with the curls of smoke wagging from its palm and furled fingers. A grey, thick cloud drifted from the android's mouth before the shimmering lights adorning her body vanished.

Peering into the crate, A2 swiped her fingers against its floor before she lifted her arm off of it, allowing it to plunge onto the ground. She slathered her tongue onto her fingers, scooping the muck into her mouth as her pudgy heels stamped the crate's walls onto the ground with shrieks and clanks. A single gulp thrust the goop into her throat, her tongue wiping her mouth for any additional smears that would be smacked against its dripping walls and flung into it.

Maria stands above the grave the hunter used to teleport into the Nightmare from, arms crossed as she leans against the nearby pillar, stance...relaxed. Thoughtful, but for once after an untold amount of time spent in the night of the Hunt, not guarded and ready to stab or shoot at whatever may come close. She gazes upon the Doll, a click of her tongue echoing through the Dream.

"...I don't know whether to be flattered or mildly disturbed, frankly speaking. You look...good, Doll. Not in a narcissistic way of me appreciating my own image, just...you look serene. It's a luxury few can afford in the Hunt, though...I suppose the Hunt is over, finally. She made sure of it. And yet, you remain...why?"

The Doll's gaze affixed itself to a patch of white flowers, their white, round petals careening toward the direction of the wind. A brown, flat "flapjack" continuously lowered over them with every breath that breezed past her nostrils, pulling her dress forward and ruffling her red, plain tie between the intricate laces of her collar on her bosom. Her fingers quietly ground each other as they flexed onto her hands before her head gently rose from the flowers and twirled toward… Her voice.

"Your image? Was I not granted a unique appearance of my ow…"

Her sight was then halted as a woman clad in a black coat with gold patterns lining the edges of their openings and adorned with a brown cape and a ruffle tie. The click that was uttered from her mouth buried underneath her raised collar attracted the Doll's eyes toward her face, obfuscated underneath the pointed tip of her tricorne.

"You may think of me in any way you desire. Indeed, the hunt has concluded following Gehrman's passing and an usurpation within the dream. The creature whom has exerted her influence from the moon has been vanquished by a hunter who miraculously possessed the blood of a Great One."

The Doll's boots began to stomp toward the woman, clunking against the stone steps situated upon the ground and stomach flapping onto her plump thighs as they scratched each other with each step that thudded into the haze above them.

"I remain to nurture the infant Great One that has appeared succeeding the hunter, fostering their ideation and nourishing its appetite with the echoes of the people who have transitioned and remain in the waking world. Although I have a question I wish to press upon you, perhaps it would be more preferable and courteous if I were to… Ah."

A final step rose into the mist, vanishing as it slipped between the molecules within it and thrusting the Doll's rolls against the slim woman's coat. Multiple breaths pooled it around her sides with their tissue while her legs were enshrouded behind a dark, brown curtain. The Doll lifted a hand toward the woman's brooch, its cyan surface reflecting the light of a lantern onto her eyes and her fingertips gliding across the stubs surrounding it.

"This gem… It's…"

The Doll's fingers plucked her brooch off of her chest, pulling it toward Maria's and caressing both of the gemstones with the cushioning surrounding her fingers.

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE... Giving my belly such excellent treatment and care like this might just have you skyrocket to the top of the list of people who get unfiltered access to spoiling this heaving gut apron of mine 24/7. I've GOT to do this more often~

You have people who do that any time they want to?! That's interesting… I have to think of other ways to coddle your tremendously flabby stomach! I'll always being willing to show it how much I adore it and the person who manages to constantly drag it around with them!

"Special delivery from yours truly!"

...and dropping his massive gut onto the desk, jostling and jiggling and (most importantly) gurgling like the world's largest stress ball.

Oh gosh! Maybe that's why I saw the website periodically shake for a few minutes. I saw the tab trembling as well! My room feels a lot more humid as well. I believe the scent of… Digested sirloin steaks and an entire ocean of different soda flavors! Vanilla, strawberry, citruRHJGTUMIYFKOB,DL;WUUUUUUUUUUWUWUWUWUWUUUUULUUUUUUUULU,UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU,U,U,U,U,U,U,U,U,5UUUUUUUU

SORRY about that! My keyboard is on my desk and… All of its keys keep sticking to my fingertips whenever I want to type. They keep sliding off of them as well! I didn't think I would've needed to use my towel this soon. You should've taken a break before you stomped into my asks! At least I have a plan to take care of all of the sweat surrounding your stomach. I just have to inspect it first.

Ooh… All of your folds are constantly collapsing onto each other, slapping waves of perspiration against each other and splashing the acid within against its expansive walls that keeps wobbling in so many directions. It keeps shoving the edge of your desk against my own stomach, which is SIGNIFICANTLY smaller than yours at the moment. I know it isn't capable of covering an entire portion of my desk like yours can. I have to place my keyboard on top of it just to even respond to your intrusion! All of its growls, gurgles, and frothing keeps obscuring any sounds I may hear from my headphones. Actually… Why do I still have my headphones? I have to take them off so I can listen to how intricate the symphony of your stomach noises can be!

Its quiet, deep churning is drawing me closer to it. I have to burrow my head into your blubbering stomach to listen to all of the noises it wants to impart to me! Oh, but should I do it with or without a towel? I think I should… Burrow my head against your stomach, allowing all of your rolls to rise from the sides of my head only to have them droop over my head. I can feel all of your perspiration sliding against my head until it knocks against your gut, where I can now listen to all of its gur… Pfft.

Ahah. Ahahahahahahahah! Gosh, all of the tiny vibrations slipping into my ears along with the warmth that's scurrying all across my face, aaaahahahahaha! Now I know who convinced you to stamp those pudgy feet in here! I HAVE to enact my plan after that plan now.

I just need to pull my head out of your enveloping rolls and… Urgh, darn hands plummeting into the flab. I guess I'll need to clutch my fingertips into them and… Gah! Good.

Now I'll be able to swathe this towel all over your belly, caressing the bottom of their rolls that have surely accumulated solid beds of crumbs, residue, and dried sweat! I can already see them staining its cloth! Your stomach appears to appreciate it with all the GROWLS and fluttering squeaks it's churning within itself. I hope it's making you giggle as much as I did! Ahah… I can just exert my shoulders over 90 degrees across your stomach and the towel will STILL be on top of it, brushing all of the liquids off of it and molding the folds into stacks of ovals with the assistance of my palms crushing into them before they flop outward with a multitude of bounces and undulations.

I believe it should be clean… Wait. I still have to take care of the sweat underneath your chest! It should only take a few strokes and… Gosh, the little slaps they make as I let them plop against your body are so adorable! Maybe I should compress them against each other, rub my cheeks against them now that they're clean and… Are those freckles? Tiny patches of miniscule, orange dots on your chest. I believe I saw them when I was cleaning your…

AH! There's an entire, fully developed garden of them all across your belly! Now I know how to finish the swabbing of your gargantuan sack of flesh! I just have to slide my palms underneath your rolls and…

That's a good question. I used to really like blobs but I prefer smaller sizes now. I would say this is my limit now.