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Spina PermaShit by Gamine on 12/24/2024.

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The wind howled through the barren expanse, carrying with it the sting of winter’s bite. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and twirling as they fell to the frozen ground. The world was quiet, the usual hum of life muted beneath the thick, icy blanket. The sky was a brilliant, cloudless blue, clear and sharp, but the sun's rays never seemed to reach the Nexus below, leaving the area cloaked in a cold, unforgiving shadow. The sun might shine above, but its warmth never touched the land, leaving the chill to reign supreme.

Spina stumbled through the dense underbrush, each step growing heavier. Her vision swam, and her hand pressed against her side, feeling the warm crimson seep through her fingers. She had set out on a simple quest to gather herbs for Miqote Post Vore, but the peaceful journey had taken a deadly turn. An ambush by a venomous serpent had nearly ended her. She had killed it with her bow, but not before it sank its fangs deep into her flesh. Now, blood poured freely, and the poison spread quickly through her veins, dulling her senses and making each step a battle against the creeping numbness. She had to return, had to deliver the herbs, but with every passing moment, the world around her slipped further from her grasp.

Gamine moved through the forest with ease, her newly gained resistance to the cold making the bitter winter air feel almost refreshing. The scent of blood, however, caught her attention. It was sharp, fresh, and unmistakable; someone was wounded, and the scent led her deeper into the dense underbrush. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, the thrill of the hunt awakening in her. She followed the trail, gliding effortlessly between the trees, until she spotted Spina stumbling, bloodied and weakened. The faint warmth of the sun couldn't reach the shadowed depths of the forest, but Gamine felt no chill. Instead, a hunger stirred within her, her senses sharp and alive. Taking another step, she called out in a low, cautious tone, "Are you alright? You seem... rather worse for wear."

Spina barely heard the voice through the ringing in her ears, the venom clouding her senses. She stumbled again, her legs weak, every breath a struggle as the blood continued to seep from her side. She could barely keep her eyes open, but the voice was there, sharp and clear. Someone had found her. She blinked, trying to focus, and there, through the trees, she saw the silhouette of a woman, tall and confident. Spina could feel a strange pull in her gut, but her body was too exhausted to respond properly. "I'm fine," she rasped, her words slurred as she tried to steady herself. "Just need to get back... herbs... Miqote Post..." Her grip tightened on the pouch she still clutched, but the cold was overwhelming, and the blood loss threatened to pull her under.

"Want me to heal you?" Gamine asked, her voice light and teasing, though a gleam of curiosity sparkled in her eyes. She stood there, watching Spina struggle, the opportunity to test her new holy powers too tempting to pass up. Her expression remained playful, but there was something more, something deeper in her gaze as she stepped closer. "I’ve gained a few... interesting abilities recently. I’m sure I can help you feel better~"

Spina wavered on her feet, her body fighting to stay upright as the blood continued to pour from her side. Her vision blurred, and her legs felt like they might give out at any moment. She glanced at Gamine, her head swimming, but the offer of healing seemed like the only hope left. "It... would be helpful," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her grip on the pouch tightened as if it could steady her, but the cold and the venom were winning.

"Np, I'll take care of you," Gamine murmured, her voice soft but filled with certainty as she stepped closer. Her hands moved swiftly, unfastening the clasps of Spina's armor with practiced ease. The Viera’s struggles were weak, her claws swiping at Gamine’s forearms in a futile attempt to push her away.

"Shh... don't waste your strength. You're barely holding on as it is," Gamine cooed, her tone soothing yet filled with certainty. "No need to worry, I'll take care of you." Before Spina could protest, Gamine's arms slid beneath her, lifting her effortlessly into a more comfortable position. She pulled the weakened Viera into her embrace, holding her steady against the growing numbness. Gamine’s warmth was a stark contrast to the cold, a gentle heat that seemed to seep into Spina’s very bones, offering a momentary relief from the frost and the poison.

Spina felt the venom's grip tighten, her body weakening further as the poison spread. Yet, despite the overwhelming sense of helplessness, Gamine's presence was oddly calming. The warmth of her embrace wrapped around Spina like a blanket, and for a moment, the pain seemed to fade. Despite everything, Spina felt a strange sense of safety in her arms, as if she could surrender to the comfort and let go of the fight. The gentle grace in Gamine’s movements, her elfin appearance, only added to the surreal comfort she provided.

Gamine’s right hand glowed softly as she laid it between Spina's breasts, her touch gentle yet firm. She focused, directing her healing magic directly into Spina’s bloodstream through the heart. A faint light shimmered from her hand, the soft hum of power filling the air as the magic flowed into Spina’s body. Gamine’s inexperience managed to stop the bleeding, the holy energy knitting the torn flesh together with a soothing warmth. Yet, the venom still lingered, only slowed, not fully healed. "Better now?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty as she looked down at Spina, waiting for a sign of improvement.
Spina could feel the subtle shift in her body as the healing magic worked its way through her. The bleeding had stopped, and the warmth from Gamine’s touch spread through her, offering a brief but welcome relief. She still felt the lingering weakness from the blood loss and the poison slowly creeping through her veins, but for the time being, she was stabilized. The cold still gnawed at her, and her body trembled with exhaustion, but she could breathe a little easier now, her pulse steadying. She looked up at Gamine, her voice soft but sincere. "It’s better... for now. Thank you."

Gamine grinned, her eyes sparkling with a playful gleam. "Np ~ Glad I managed " she replied, her tone light and teasing. She gave Spina a gentle squeeze, her voice dropping a bit lower. "Miqote Post Vore, you said? I know the place. I ate Kanzaki there" Her smile widened, as if the mention of the past meal was nothing more than a casual conversation piece. She glanced down at Spina, curious to see how she would react to the comment.

Spina's brow furrowed slightly at the mention of Kanzaki, the name stirring memories of a Viera she had known. She had always considered Kanzaki weak, the type who got too caught up in relationships and emotions, hardly the kind of Viera who should have been in such a line of work. The role at Miqote Post Vore demanded a much colder approach, a focus on bringing back more dead than alive. Kanzaki had failed at that, too distracted by attachments. "She wasn't cut out for it," Spina muttered softly, her voice carrying a tinge of judgment. "Too many distractions. That place isn’t for the weak. It’s about efficiency, not sentiment." She winced slightly, the venom still gnawing at her, but her words remained steady.

Gamine considered Spina's words, her gaze softening as she observed the Viera's weakened state. Spina wouldn’t have made it much longer if she hadn't stepped in. The poison was still there, the blood loss lingering, but at least she was stable now. She said nothing for a moment, letting the silence settle, before her usual playful grin returned. "Guess Kinara is lucky I was around," she teased lightly, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Without me, she wouldn’t get her precious herbs~"

Spina felt a mix of irritation and amusement at Gamine’s teasing. Despite her weakened state, she still had a sharp mind and a sense of humor. The mention of Kinara and the herbs reminded her of the mission she had nearly failed, but Gamine’s playful tone might also provoke a smirk despite the situation. She responded with a dry chuckle, though it was laced with the fatigue and discomfort she was feeling. “Lucky for her, I guess,” Spina said, her voice still weak but tinged with a hint of humor. "But I wouldn’t have needed saving if I hadn’t run into a venomous snake, would I?" Her attempt at lightheartedness was a bit forced, but her natural resilience showed through, even in her current state.

Gamine grinned, repeating Spina's words with a teasing tone. "Lucky for her~" She chuckled softly, letting Spina fall in the snow, her hands moving to gently strip away Spina's armor. "Let’s get this off you. You won’t need it anytime soon~" Gamine’s grin grew wider as she continued her work. Her touch was swift and precise, the armor falling around them, leaving the Viera naked.

Gamine grinned, repeating Spina's words with a teasing tone. "Lucky for her~" She chuckled softly, letting Spina slump into the snow as she moved with fluid precision. Her hands began to strip away Spina’s armor, her touch light but firm. "Let’s get this off you. You won’t need it anytime soon~" Gamine’s grin grew wider as she continued her work, the movements quick and practiced. The armor fell away piece by piece, leaving Spina soon enough naked, the cold air biting against her exposed skin.

When Spina hit the ground, her head spun, lightheadedness washing over her as the cold snow chilled her to the bone. It took a moment for her to even register what was happening, her mind struggling to keep up with the sudden shift. The snow beneath her felt sharp, biting, and she shivered from the exposure, her senses dulled by the poison and exhaustion. Only then did she realize Gamine was undressing her, her hands moving swiftly to strip away the armor. Spina’s eyes flickered with confusion, her body too weak to protest. "What are you doing?" she managed to murmur, the question coming out quieter than she intended. Despite the confusion, there was still a hint of defiance in her voice.

"Welp, I will bring the herbs to Kinara, so obviously, you are disposable~" Gamine said, her tone playful as she grabbed Spina's cheeks with both hands. She leaned in, offering Spina a clear view of her throat, drool dripping from the corner of her lips, a reminder of what was to come.

"Welp, I will be bringing the herbs to Kinara, so obviously, you are disposable ~" Gamine said with a teasing smirk, her tone light but carrying a sense of finality. She leaned in, grabbing Spina’s cheeks with both hands, her fingers pressing gently as she tilted the Viera’s head to get a clear view of her face. Spina’s gaze met hers, and Gamine's lips curled upward, her eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and amusement. Gamine’s warm breath teased Spina’s skin as she leaned in closer, revealing her throat, a visible sheen of saliva glistening on her lips. The gleam in her eyes made it clear that Spina’s fate had already been sealed in Gamine’s mind.

Spina, her body still heavy with the effects of the poison, summoned the strength to push against Gamine’s shoulders. Her hands pressed with all the strength she could muster. She slid her feet onto Gamine’s hips, pushing, enough to keep enough space between them. Her movements were slow, and sluggish, struggling due to her state. She glanced up at Gamine, her expression one of shock, a look of disbelief crossing her face. "Are you seriously trying to eat me right now after saving me?" she asked, the words dripping with indignation. She leaned back, trying to break free. It was a game she knew too well, one that she played with countless times and always came up on top. But seeing Gamine’s mouth getting closer, Spina's heart quickened, deep down, she knew she was doomed if she wasn’t breaking free within the next second. The warmth of Gamine’s breath on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and Spina’s eyes flickered to the predator’s lips as they neared.

Gamine’s eyes gleamed with a predatory spark as she watched Spina’s body shift beneath her, sensing the desperate tension in the Viera’s posture. Her lips curled into a grin, and she leaned closer, her breath hot against Spina’s face. “You know, pretending to resist is cute,” she cooed. “But you can stop now. I can feel it… you already lost.” Her thumbs gently stroked the Viera’s skin, a subtle but purposeful motion meant to soothe while coaxing her to relax. The warmth of Gamine’s touch contrasted with the chill of the air, and the closeness between them seemed to intensify. “It’ll be easier if you just surrender,” Gamine continued, her voice a playful coo, filled with both hunger and promise.

Spina's weakened body trembled, the venom still creeping through her veins, making every movement feel heavy. As Gamine’s touch lingered on her cheeks, coaxing her closer, the Viera’s instincts kicked in. With what little strength she could muster, she balled her fist and, despite the weakness in her limbs, swung a punch toward Gamine’s face. The punch was weak, but it carried the last of Spina's defiance, a final attempt to regain control. Her fist met Gamine's cheek, but the impact was barely more than a tap. Spina’s strength was fading quickly, and she realized the fight was futile. The blow didn’t deter Gamine, who only seemed to grow more amused, her eyes flashing with a knowing gleam. Before Spina could react further, Gamine’s hands tightened around her head, pulling her closer as the Viera’s vision swam in and out. With a soft, playful chuckle, Gamine leaned in and guided Spina’s head to her mouth. The Viera’s body went limp in her grasp, her resistance fading as she was pulled into Gamine’s throat, swallowed headfirst. The world around Spina dimmed, the cold air replaced by the warmth and constriction of Gamine’s embrace. Spina’s muffled protests vibrated against Gamine’s throat as she was pulled deeper, her legs kicking weakly in a final, desperate attempt to resist. The venom still coursing through her made her movements sluggish, but she fought against the instinct to give in. Her feet flailed helplessly, barely grazing Gamine’s sides, as the tightening warmth of the predator’s throat swallowed her up inch by inch. Her legs were the last to kick, instinctively trying to push, but Gamine’s hands, firm and unyielding, lifted her off the ground with ease. The brief flutter of her body was all but powerless against the predator’s grip. The Viera’s protests became a soft, almost inaudible whimper as she was forced to curl in the gut. "Why?" she asked, the question more an expression of confusion and resignation than defiance.

"Because Kanzaki's body taste was tantalizing, and so is yours today," Gamine cooed, her voice a low, amused hum as she felt Spina's body settled in the gut, the cold body of the Viera slowly warmed up as it settled deep within Gamine’s gut, the sensation of Spina's form merging with the inner heat of the predator.

The chill of the winter air outside seemed so distant now, as the Viera's body basked in the warmth, surrounded by the gentle, rhythmic pulse of Gamine's digestive process. The transition from cold to warmth was comforting, almost serene, as Spina’s body succumbed to the heat that enveloped her. Slowly, the stomach walls began to shrink around her, tightening with a slow, deliberate pressure. The warmth intensified, becoming almost suffocating as the muscles of Gamine’s gut began to knead and churn, gently, but persistently, softening Spina’s body down with each movement. The stomach walls gripped her tighter, locking her in place, as if pulling her deeper into its depths, forcing her to surrender completely. The poison still coursed through Spina’s veins, weakening her with each passing moment. The warmth seemed to drain her further, her limbs growing heavier as her breath came in short, labored gasps. The tightness around her grew, the stomach slowly, rhythmically kneading her body, the pressure pushing and pulling in slow waves. Spina's head spun, and the growing lightheadedness made it harder to focus. As Gamine moved, the sensation of her body shifting made Spina’s mind spin in and out of consciousness. The warmth of Gamine’s body surrounding her was intoxicating, but it left her feeling more and more disconnected from reality. Suddenly, the sensation of something tingling through her skin jolted her awake. The digestive acids were beginning to work, the sensation both hot and sharp, as they slowly started to break down Spina’s body. It was as if every nerve in her body was buzzing, her skin tingling with the first waves of digestion. The pressure of Gamine’s stomach kneading her only intensified, each movement sending waves of warmth and disorientation through her. Her body felt lighter, more fluid, as her consciousness ebbed away, caught in the growing wave of sensations. The discomfort is sharp at first, causing Spina to whimper softly, but as the pressure continues, the pain starts to intensify. The smooth, relentless rhythm of Gamine's stomach surrounds her, pulling her deeper, and the discomfort transforms. The pain isn’t just bearable… it's almost… good. The feeling of being consumed, claimed by Gamine’s hunger, has a strange kind of warmth to it. Spina’s moan of discomfort shifts into a soft, breathless sound of enjoyment, her body starting to melt into the sensation. It feels right now, every tightening squeeze making her body buzz with a new kind of intensity. The pressure is no longer something to resist, but to savor.

As Gamine’s stomach continues to work its way around Spina, the pressure mounts. Every shift, every squeeze seems to press Spina further into the tight, heated depths, her joints dislocating under the relentless force. She can feel her bones bending in unnatural ways, sharp cracks echoing in the darkness around her, but they don’t hurt like they once did. They feel... different. Each pop and stretch sends jolts of thrilling energy through her, a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure. Spina’s body is slowly sinking into the sticky warmth, the pressure growing until her chest feels like it might collapse. Her breath comes in short, labored gasps, but with each exhale, it’s harder to get air. Her ribs creak, the slow, tight movement of Gamine's gut making it harder to breathe. A final, desperate whine escapes her as her body sinks deeper in the pool of acids, her lungs struggling to expand. The rhythmic churn of Gamine’s stomach fills her ears, and all she can do is surrender to it, her body tingling as every moment drags her closer to the end. With one final, agonizing squeeze, Gamine’s stomach closes around Spina, and she feels her last breath slipping away. The air is thick, the pressure unbearable, but in that moment, it’s as if she’s floating, her body giving in to the intense pressure. She exhales one last time, and then everything goes still, her body absorbed entirely into the warmth, becoming part of the satisfying fullness Gamine enjoys so much. The last whispers of her consciousness fade, replaced by the steady, slow churning of Gamine’s stomach, her body slowly dissolving into the depths.

Gamine arrived at Miquote Post Vore, the familiar sights of the area calming her as she stepped into the building. The warmth of the space contrasted with the cold winter air outside, making it feel all the more welcoming. She made her way over to Kinara, who was busy arranging some supplies on the counter.

"Hey, Kinara, long time no see~" Gamine greeted with a playful grin, setting down the bundle of herbs she’d brought. "Got your herbs, as requested."

Kinara looked up, her eyes lighting up as she saw the bundle. She gave Gamine a grateful smile. "Thanks. But, wait... Where’s Spina? She was supposed to bring them."

Gamine’s expression shifted slightly, her grin curling into something more mischievous. "Spina? This was her name? Welp..." She paused, glancing around as if to consider the most convenient answer. "She had a bit of a... rough time. Let's just say she’s... resting now," Gamine said with a grin. “By the way, I could really use a pot. A big one."

Kinara’s confusion lingered for a moment before realization dawned. She laughed, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Alright, alright, I’ll get you a pot.” She disappeared briefly, returning with a sturdy, plain clay pot and handing it over to Gamine. “Here you go, but don’t think I’m paying you for the delivery. Spina’s rewards? Let’s just say they’ll be going toward covering the cost of this pot,” she said with a wry smile. “Fair trade, don’t you think?”

Gamine grinned as she took the pot and went into a room with it, pulling down her jeans, and crouching, ass cheeks sitting on the tip of the bottle neck. Her stomach had been churning for hours. Gamine’s body still hummed with the aftermath of her indulgence, a lingering foreign warmth in her stomach as the last traces of Spina flowed toward the exit. The feeling was satisfying, the slow finality of a feast nearing its conclusion. The once-proud Viera hunter was no more, now reduced to a thick, hot, smelly, and softened mass, almost gelatinous in texture. She could feel it filling the glass container, slow and deliberate, as if part of Spina’s essence clung to her gut, resisting the inevitable end of her existence.

The container slowly filled with the remains, Spina reduced to a soft, viscous residue that settled neatly into the glass. Gamine sealed it with a faint sigh, the act complete. Now, the remnants of Spina would join Kanzaki and Katsuki, displayed in the front window, a final testament to her hunger.