Sparing a last, backward glance for Lisa's flame-haired beauty, Zii stepped out of the classroom. The depth of her thing for redheads didn't extend to asking an empty-bellied vore like Greedgut out. A lunchroom dinner-date she didn't want, not with Lisa as the diner and her as the lunch. Lisa would definitely be taking her home, in that scenario.

But only to shit Zii out into her toilet.

The sewer-system was her destiny, of course. Zii knew this. But please, she prayed: Let it not be today. Not today.

So far, when the chips were down, she'd been lucky.

She ran headlong into the other girl, and bounced. Personally, Zii found her attraction to Nicole Meyers to be both perplexing and annoying. If she could feel this... gravitational pull... towards such a tomboyish vore then surely it was unfair that she felt nothing when she looked at an actual boy.

If she liked boys like a normal non-vorish girl then she'd certainly live longer. But, oh, a boy wouldn't have those sleek lines stretched taut over their muscles, wouldn't have such a soft scent of sweat and tan, or if he did it couldn't be as sweet. His strawberry hair wouldn't be so softly ragged about the edges of its bob, his freckles not so charmingly cute, and his lips wouldn't be so full and kissable and – parting!

How many girls just like me have passed through those lips? Zii wondered. A portal to hell, but a beautiful one.

“Zii,” Nicole said, “how would Abby feel if she knew you'd been eyeing up Greedgut? If I told her... what would she do?” Then she smiled, and not at all kindly either. Zii's eyes crossed as she tried to follow Nicole's finger stretching out for her.

The finger of death.

It bopped her on the nose.

Oh, God, Zii thought. She knows.

I'm gonna die.

Awareness of impending death, thick and visceral, out of the abstract and into the right this instant now... that changed Zii. Made her fey and careless. She tipped her head back and kissed Nicole's fingertip. Let it slip between her lips in a pathetic shadow-parody of vore, caressing it with her tongue.

“Oh my,” Nicole blushed. “Do I taste good?”

Zii nodded daringly, for a moment wishing she was vore so she could just have the women she wanted. No unlicensed girl, straight or not, would dare to resist her, and between vores... the only coequal relationships they'd ever have were homosexual. She nipped Nicole's finger between her teeth, and was rewarded by the near-impossibility of making a vore yelp and snatch their fingertip back.

Then Zii realised just how big of a mistake she might've made.

Most vores were more than happy with the one-way inequalities of the relationships they shared with their terrorised boyfriends. Lesbian vores who wanted more – or less, depending on how you looked at it – banged their vorish sisters. Girls like Zii were viewed as bedmate and breakfast in one yummy package.

Why'd she thought, even in her giddy moment, that Nicole would be any different? Just because her boyish hair and flat chest clearly weren't fed by vore didn't mean her stomach wasn't. Even if Zii never had seen her eat an actual person – cafeteria mealboys and vending-machine snackagirls didn't count – she'd seen the vore's belly bulging and wriggling many times, maybe all that mean was that Nicole was shy about her table-manners.

It occurred to Zii that they were all alone in the corridor.

Nicole's hand shot out, faster than Zii's eyes could see or track, and seized her chin. She could feel her jawbone creak as the vorish young woman turned Zii's head this way and that, studying her profile. Zii didn't feel at all afraid as Nicole's hand slid down her neck. If the vore chose to snap her neck or crush her throat there'd be nothing she could do about it anyway. And it was far from the worst death Nicole Meyers could inflict.

Nicole's touch grew gentler as it slid lower, though Zii's blouse was no less a pathetic match for the vore's strength than she herself was. Zii arched under, or rather into, Nicole's exploratory touch, whimpering softly.

Zii's idea of keeping her sexual orientation secret was a distantly departed memory. Not from anyone who happened to be watching, and certainly not from Nicole herself. Apart from anything else, the vore clearly already knew. And Nicole only confirmed it, when she cupped Zii's breast and stroked, turning her whimpers into moans - and not-so-soft ones at that.

“Shh,” Nicole whispered. Not that she really need care, Zii thought. The vore could always claim to merely have been playing with her food. Or maybe that was what was really happening. Zii's eyes snapped up and wide to Nicole's, half-hooded and thick with hunger.

But... the kind that would put a body in her bed... or her belly?

Zii couldn't tell.

Then Nicole's thumbnail scraped across a nipple made rough with arousal, and Zii had to bite her lip to keep her scream below a whisper. But scream she did, and Nicole obviously liked that.

All I want is to be her obedient bedwarmer, Zii realised... until one day she wakes up too hungry to wait for me to bring her breakfast in bed and I become it instead.

As long as Nicole made her feel like this, it mightn't be so bad. Since she was almost certain to go into someone's belly anyway.

“I wanna know how good you taste, now,” Nicole said, leaning forward over her shorter, slightly younger prey, the shadow of her expanding jawline sweeping across Zii's petrified face. Nicole's drool spindled out, beaded into drops and fell. When they splashed, they mingled with Zii's tears.

Nicole's lips, on her forehead and the back of her skull, were just as soft as she'd imagined the kiss to be. But they were just going to eat her and it wasn't fair. A beautiful, apparently lesbian vore and Nicole didn't even want to get any first? Zii was just another slab of meat on legs to her?