“Which? About the Headmistress or about anyone, anytime?”

“Uh, either. I think.” Having spared Miriko in exchange for friendship, your mind is quickly wandering to more immediate goals, namely the adorable blond girl across the hall. Firm calves emerge from the rolled-up hem of a pair of sweatpants, begging you to try them out. She’s about the same build as you; probably not too hard to handle. You decide to approa-

“Um,” you glance over and realize that Miriko hasn’t left yet.

“I was thinking, um, since you just ate my study partner and all-”

Your eyes dart back across the hall. It looks like she’s about done with her conversation.

“I mean, she was an advanced student. How am I gonna practice for my next exam?”

You really wish this little string bean stop stammering and hurry up- dinner’s getting away! And it looks like Miriko’s going to rope you into showing her all your vore techniques to make it even. Maybe you should have eaten her after all… Then again, too skinny, short haired, sparsely proportioned. Don’t want to spoil the flavor of a meal like this blond athletic girl!

“So, uh, would you be ok with that?”

“Mmm? Yeah, ok Miriko. Look, let’s meet up later, ok?” You head past her, eyes fixed on those golden calves retreating down the corridor ahead of you.

Miriko sighed and shook her head. Just because she had aced her advanced camouflage class, everyone always overlooked her. She could display a plump, well-fed belly just as well as any of her fellow advanced level classmates. She just didn’t feel like being eaten as much as she liked playing dumb and eating. And yet again, this girl- what was her name- had dropped her friendship just as soon as a tastier bit came by.

Your dinner to be suddenly becomes a blur before your eyes, as someone trips you from behind. You twist and manage to roll over, feeling your shoes slip away in the process. Standing over you is little Miriko, and she’s holding one of your ankles in each hand. She smiles at you cheerfully, clearly knowing you’ll make a fine meal.

“You didn’t hear a word of what I just said.”

She’s kinda cute when she smiles like that. Miriko licks your foot playfully, and then slides both of your legs into her mouth. The moist warmth is comforting- the thought of being eaten is not…

What will you do?