“So what are you dorks doing?” someone asked, startling the boys from the bushes.
Covered in a mess of leaves and twigs, Lincoln looked up to see… “Oh, hey Ronnie Anne. How’s it going?”
“Eh. Not bad.” Dressed in her usual hoodie and a helmet under her arm, she offered the pair of them a helping hand up. “I was just passing through the neighborhood, doing some sick moves,” she indicated her skateboard, “and then I noticed you guys creeping through the bushes. You’re not stalking anyone, are you?” she asked with a coy grin.
“No, but it turns out the Yates may be voyeurs.” Clyde handed her his binoculars and pointed to the window in question.
Ronnie Anne stared at said window for quite a while before putting the binoculars down, cheeks flushed. “It still weirds me out how not weirded out you guys are with stuff like this.”
“With my family, strangers getting off while they watch us is pretty mundane,” Lincoln explained evenly.
“And I just had my first vore experience with Leni,” Clyde boasted. “Clyde the boy is no more. From now on, you can call me Clyde the MAN!”
Ronnie Anne looked unimpressed. “Oh hey, is that a stain on your shirt?”
“There is?” Clyde looked down, only to get his nose flicked. Now it was his turn to look unimpressed as Ronnie Anne mocked his gullibility.
“So you finally popped your vore cherry, huh? That’s cool,” she said after working the snickers out of her system. “Is it actually as good as they say?”
“Better,” Clyde confirmed. “All that stuff about a full body massage. That doesn’t even come close to how great it is.”
“If you’re curious,” Lincoln trailed off and motioned up to his house.
“Thanks, but no thanks, Linc. I think I’ll take a page out of their book,” she gestured at the Yates’ place, “and just stick to watching.”
It was Lincoln’s turn to smile coyly. “You know they’re doing more than watching, right?”
“Hey, don’t get any funny ideas.” Ronnie blushed and pointed a threatening finger in Lincoln’s face. “I might like you, but I don’t like you.”
Sensing weakness, Lincoln decided to press the attack. “You’re not still afraid to come in my house, are you?” he asked of the stunned Hispanic girl. “I told you, I cleared it up with my sisters. They accepted your apology, so now we can all be friends without fear of digestion.”
Ronnie pursed her lips and looked away. “Whatever. And for the record, I was never afraid. You’re family’s just a little… overwhelming.”
“Understatement of the century,” agreed Clyde. “It’s basically impossible to spend 5 minutes in that house without someone licking you.”
“I know, right. And I know I’m not exactly one to talk on the matter, but it’s like no one in that house has any concept of personal space,” Ronnie added.
“When almost half your time is spent inside another person, personal space is more theoretical than anything,” Lincoln offered helpfully. “Seriously, my mom and sisters’ collective stomachs are like a second room to me at this point.”
“Man, that’s so wild,” awed Ronnie. Admittedly, she was a little curious. Between Lincoln and Bobby, it was impossible to not be. Months back, Ronnie had almost made a grave mistake when she started picking on Lincoln for reasons she still didn’t fully understand. Had she been a boy, his sisters would have digested her for sure, but luckily they all thought her actions were just a misguided attempt at flirting. They so weren’t, though, and the girls’ patience was wearing thin. It wasn’t long before Lynn and Lucy started dropping hints in the halls that her ‘flirting’ was too aggressive for their liking. When Lori came over with Bobby, she was even less subtle, saying in no uncertain terms that if Lincoln ever got hurt because of her, then the blonde would literally digest her while fucking Bobby. That was about the time that Ronnie realized she’d been poking a sleeping bear.
Luckily, that was all behind them. The pair found that they had a good bit in common and became friends. However, simply being off the menu didn’t stop her growing fascination with vore. The Louds weren’t just the local pseudo celebrities that she could keep a safe distance from anymore. They were a part of her life now and the things they did were frequently in her face. If it wasn’t someone with a bloated stomach, it was casual nudity. If it wasn’t that, then it was how she could no longer tune out seemingly everyone around her talking about their own weird obsessions with the family. And to top it off, Lincoln Loud, her best guy friend, effectively had zero sense of shame when it came to talking about sex and vore. It always left Ronnie feeling weird, though she still wasn’t sure if it was a bad kind of weird.
“Anyway,” Lincoln spoke up, startling Ronnie back to reality. “We were just playing spies. Want to join us? You could be our arch nemesis.”
Ronnie frowned. “How come I have to be the bad guy?”
“Because of the three of us, you have the best evil laugh.”
Ronnie opened her mouth to protest, only to reconsider and shrug. “Touché.”
Some minutes later, and the boys were chasing the evil Dr. Angela up and down the street. Her doom buggy might have given her speed, but the boys had range with the deadliest of nerf guns. More than once she tried weaving through houses to throw them off, but the grass lawns always cut down on her speed and let the boys catch up. It was all a ploy, however, as she also had superior maneuverability that left her pursuers in the dust. Any pretense of being spies had been abandoned for a variation of tag, but at least everyone was having fun.
“How’s it going, Stinken?” greeted Lynn, dressed for the outdoors, as she came up on her dirt bike. “Looks to me like you’re finally on the fun side of the hunt.” She looked over to Ronnie who had come to a halt a few yards ahead, and licked her lips. “I can see why you’re chasing her. She looks yummy.”
“It’s not like that,” Lincoln said in exasperation, oblivious to Ronnie’s hot blush. “We’re playing spies, not hunters.”
Lynn didn’t seem to care. “Spies hunt all the time, and it looks like you’re at the part of the movie with the big chase scene. Also looks like your prey’s a wily one. Those that play hard to get are always the most fun to chase. If you’d like, I could give you a few pointers on how to catch her, just so long as I get a share of the spoils.”
“There are no spoils, Lynn. Clyde and I are spies chasing the evil Dr. Angela before she can flood the world.”
“What are you a doctor of, exactly?” Lynn called over to Ronnie.
“I got my PHD in BS, though my specialty is putting nerds in their place.”
Lynn turned to Lincoln with an even wider grin. “Oh yeah. That one’s definitely worth chasing.” Then she turned to Clyde and looked him over. “So, now that Leni’s taken your vore cherry, does that mean you’re available for the Lynn Miester?” she asked while rubbing her stomach, earning a nose bleed from Clyde.
Though she still found the Louds super weird, seeing Lynn tease Clyde like that put Ronnie at ease, bizarre as that might have been. It helped to normalize the athletic Loud. That certainly would have been the sort of thing Ronnie would do if she were a predator and, ya know, into that stuff.
Where do things go from here?
Lynn joins the game.
Lynn leaves them to keep playing.
They go inside.
They go to Ronnie Anne’s place.
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