\n\t\t\t\t\tfaeseirenStory by me
Crowds cheered at the village square when the busty wolfess duo was finally brought out of the village jail and led at speartip up onto the large wooden platform under the watchful eye of several burly canine guards – both of them soon forced to kneel beside a huge and still simmering cooking pot to be tied down from their collars. Having been caught two days ago for poaching deer at the village's lands to skin them and leave rest to rot, they had been captured after a short scuffle and brought to an equally brief trial at the mayor's office, to be stripped of their gear and most of their clothes before being tossed into the cell after the sentencing. And now their sentence is about to be carried out, much to their chagrin!
”By the order of the mayor as the representative of our honoured countess, you have been convicted of poaching on the countess' lands and for wasting of countess' game. For that you have been sentenced to eat everything you left to spoil before being allowed to leave or be put to death if you cannot. Do you understand?” the captain of the guard reads out aloud from a worn-out parchment, lifting his stern eyes afterwrds to stare at the wolfesses while the rest of the guards keep them at bay with their spears.
”I understand that your countess is crazy over a few deer! And you're cheating because you put rocks in there, I saw it when it was being cooked!” one of the two wolfesses immediately pipes up, snarling and shaking her fist at the speartips pointed at her.
”Come on, Isma, don't make it any worse...” the other wolfess attempts to calm her gray partner down all while drooling uncontrollably from the thick smell of boiled meat which wafts all over the platform. ”I understand and I'm ready to start, please stop pointing those at me!”
”Grrr, you're not helping, Alma – hey! Oww! Oww! Sure, I'll start eating this crap if you insist!” the gray wolfess barks at the brown one before being less than gently goaded to stop complaining by the guards and their spears.
Once the two wolfesses have fallen silent, the commotion around them mostly quiets down as well from bated anticipation of seeing their reactions to the rock-laden fare they're about to tackle… dozens of eyes fixated on both when they pick up their bowls, Isma snatching hers with a frown whereas Alma nervously grabs hers and gulps as she peers into the pot. After a few moments of tense silence, cheering picks up again as the wolfesses reluctantly dip their bowls into the soup to fill them – Isma being abruptly stopped by a speartip jabbed against her neck.
”Scoop all the way from the bottom, loudmaw, no skimming from the the top.” the captain states dryly at the wolfess whose neckhairs stand on end, making her brows furrow in frustration before she follows the order with a chuff. The amount of smooth river rocks rolling in Isma's bowl when she pulls her dripping arm out, makes Alma's ears wilt immediately, but she says nothing and merely grits her teeth in sympathy after glancing into her own mostly meat-filled bowl. Afterwards they sit down on their respective sides of the bowl to eat, Alma stirring her soup while Isma fishes out a soup-covered rock with her wooden spoon to look at it in disgust.
There's no way for them to stall for time however because the ominous angry murmur of the onlookers begins almost immediately, prompting them to start emptying the bowls into their waiting maws… something which the gray wolfess finds extra challenging as she deals with rocks painfully hitting her fangs and grinding against them. Not to mention how feeling the hard lumps go down her gullet after swallowing and plop into her stomach sends shivers of discomfort through her body, but a single glance at the villagers tells her that she needs to persist for now. In the meantime Alma has a much easier time eating as her meal is actually rather palatable, but the sheer amount waiting for her makes her queasy already even while her stomach churns from hunger.
The noon sun gradually falls lower above the gorging wolfesses as time passes and their expanding stomachs groan from a never-ending stream of bowlfuls of soup from the pot – the level of which falls agonizingly slowly despite their best efforts to fill themselves. The sight of them struggling to keep going while rubbing their increasingly swollen bellies only serves to increase the fervor of the crowds who sneer loudly at the duo and yell insults at them every time their pause to take a breather. There's still much more waiting for them however…
Isma isn't sure how many hours have passed since her torment begun, but once the amount of soup remaining falls below the halfway mark, she's becomes warily positive of their chances to beat the seemingly impossible challenge – despite how taut her anguishes guts already feel and how heavily her grossly distended midsection presses on her thighs as she sits crosslegged next to the pot to keep skimming soup from the top without standing up. ”Rrrgh, keep going Alma, we'll show these fools if they want to show how much we can pack away!” she barks at the brown wolfess before starting to pour yet another helping of soup into her own maw.
”No-not sure about that, I'm going to throw up soon at this rate… and rocks, they really don't feel good!” Alma gasps in response with her tail tucked between her legs as she senses the palpable hostility of the onlookers, unsure if they'd be actually allowed to leave regardless – and the distressing fullness of her stuffed guts makes her uneasy about her chances especially how she can sense the smooth rocks painfully roll and shift within her stomach and aching intestines.
Alma still doesn't have it as bad as her partner does, seeing how Isma was coerced to swallow a much greater portion of the rocks and it's starting to take its toll on her bulging innards although she's working hard on not to show it to all the people ogling her – she can not only feel a generous amount of rocks slosh about in her bloated stomach, but also clumps of them squeezing through random parts of her small intestine to cause sudden intense pangs of agony from the strain and weird constipated sensations. She refuses to give up the act however and merely curls her toes during the more excruciating moments of her guts extruding rocks towards her colon.
”Isma? You alright?” Alma asks cautiously when it dawns on her that her gray wolfess partner has stopped eating to stare into the distance with a sickly expression on her face, drool mixed with soup dripping from her maw as the brown wolfess repeatedly addresses her. ”… you're not alright, are you…” she gasps in desperation when Isma abruptly burps loudly and jerks, dropping the bowl to clutch her enormous gurgling belly in clear agony. Moments later the gray wolfess outright doubles over, panting loudly, and collapses on her back with a yelp.
”Something… something's fucked up… hurts so fucking much!” Isma wails and squirms on the platform with her hands on her belly, much to the delight of the crowds who pull closer to see what's going on at the same time as Alma anxiously gnaws on her claws and prods her own rather overly full belly. The guards become energized as well as few of them get up on the platform to nudge the thrashing wolfess with their speartips to get her attention. ”Done eating already? You're not finished yet!” one of them calls out harshly.
Isma simply cringes and growls in response at her horribly sore midsection being jabbed, ending up sprawled on her side while panting as her belly ripples visibly. ”Ca-can't put more in there – hic – busted my g-guts already! They-they're leaking I think...” she groans with her tongue lolling and drool dripping onto the wood when a sharp burning sensation gradually spreads through her lower belly – the guards observing her torment idly in the meantime whereas the suddenly jubilant onlookers shove each other to get closer to gawk and insult.
”Serves you right!”
”Had enough now, bitch?”
”Burst that greedy gut!”
It takes a while but eventually the captain of the guard has had enough of the complaining and whimpering gray wolfess who has begun to dry heave in earnest as the unhealthy gurgling of her swollen belly grows more audible – thus he gives a quick signal to one of the guards, prompting her to swiftly raise her spear and plunge it into the side of Isma's midsection in one smooth move while the crowds go wild in celebration. A small torrent of liquid goop mixed with blood immediately erupts around the spear due to it puncturing Isma's overfilled digestive track, the wolfess herself jerking violently and uttering a shrill garbled howl before throwing up a generous amount of bloody soup.
”Isma! No! Shiiiiit!” Alma blurts out as she sees the fate of her partner who now thrashes in a growing pool of foul-smelling stomach contents, the gray wolfess alternatively puking and gasping for air while the brown places her hands protectively on her own distended belly to timidly look up at the guards around her. ”Pl-please, don't do that to me!” she begs as her rock- and soup-laden guts tighten painfully in anticipation.
”Quit your snivelling, your're not in a shape to cram more into that belly either, are you?” the captain remarks dryly when he climbs onto the platform to nudge the brown wolfess' midsection with his footpaw to elicit a yelp from her, watching her shake her head enthusiastically afterwards. ”I see - then you'll be put to death, scoundrel, because both of you failed to finish your punishment. What do you say?”
”A-anything but that! Uuuuh-” Alma babbles and throws a frantic glance at Isma who continues to void her stomach as bloody liquid oozes out of the grievous wound on her side. At the same time she's already attempting to suck in her bloated gut as speartips approach it, whining. ”If… if I'm going to die, can't you hang me or something… less painful?” she pauses the guards briefly with her request.
The reprieve only lasts seconds however as two of the burliest canines swiftly hoist her off the platfrom by the upper body and legs, barely letting her have one more glance of Isma's grisly fate before she's whisked away through the crowds with sickly throbbing tormenting her bulging belly thanks to the rough jostling. ”I'll grant you your request, you'll be drowned in the lake instead as all that will sink you like a rock~”, the guard captain states casually and slaps Alma's belly to find it hard like a stone and lumpy from the filling, the wolfess groaning as she's slowly carried towards one of the boat docks.
It doesn't take long for the cavalcade of guards and villagers to reach one of the longest piers at the docks where the lake bottom quickly disappears under deep murky waters – the pier creaking ominous as the two guards struggle with their writhing heavy load while Alma throws terrified glances at the water with her ears splayed. Her already agitated panting only intensifies when they reach the end of the pier and the guards stretch her out over the edge, swinging her from side to side a few times.
”Better take a deep breath before you become fish food!” one of the two says abruptly when both have swung her all the way towards the pier, causing her heart to sink and her stomach to spasm. ”Wait, I -”, she starts to protest before she's equally speedily swung to the other direction to be let go so that she bellyflops the water while flailing wildly only to rapidly sink beneath the surface and disappear from sight.
Under the water Alma immediately snaps her jaws shut to hold her breath while cool water thoroughly soaks her fur, her legs kicking and arms swinging from desperate attemps to swim up but her heavy distended belly keeps dragging her deeper like an anchor despite her best efforts – the light of day above her only a dim glimmer by the time her belly starts to brush against the bottom, dragging over it as she continues to expend the last of her air with water pressure squashing her lungs empty...