"That was really rude, even if there isn't a rule against it. Either you're new....or you just don't care."

You lick a finger clean and smile.

"I'm new. And I'm sorry, but I was hungry and she looked to good to pass up. I'm surprised no one ate that tasty ass before I did."

The smaller girl smirks.

"Some tried. But you're in for a nasty shock. She's an Advanced Student...."

You frown, not sure of what that means, exactly. Then there's a horrible queasy feeling from inside, and you groan, clutching your oversized belly. The other girl folds her arms, watching in amusement.

"That means she knows how to get out of the stomach of someone who eats her against her will."

Uh-oh. The nausea is getting worse, like she's touching nerves to make you sick. In truth, it's a combination of that and a particular rythym of squirming she's using. You cover your mouth, as your stomach rebels, and starts to force the girl's head back up your throat.

It's not very pleasant...but at least it's quick. Your meal's slimy body is vomited back up, covered in spit and digestive enzymes. You have a coughing fit once she's out, pulling her underwear and pants back on while she grumbles.

"Is she new, or just stupid?"

The other girl smiles, apparently finding all this very amusing.

"New. Relax, your clothes aren't even singed. A quick shower and you'll be fine Michelle. Go on, I'll take care of her."

Michelle gives you a glare that tells you watching your back would be a good idea. Then she spins on her heel to find a restroom where she can clean off. You wipe some ooze off your lips, grimacing as the other girl looks back to you.

"I'm Miriko. Better watch out...Michelle's really good at this, and she holds grudges. If you're hungry and want an unwilling meal...hmm..."

She cups her chin and looks around. Then she points at door down the hall.

"Go to the pool. There's a group of new students swimming today, and you'll hardly taste the bikini."