Belly Mutton

Written by Septia.

-Squrlllgsshrt- The sight vanished as the darkness warped before her, contorting into an abyss of carnadine fading into a dusk of flesh. The humidity wafting from the gaping void in Cwrig's outstretched body massaged Yneez's face; the crystal lattice of ice melting to clear drops falling from their snoot. She looked back up at him, the display had in turn melted away her doubt that he could, or was capable of this act, but only a stray sense of melancholy lingered at her expression.
“If you're sure you got enough room…” The sheep mumbled with vision diverted from the human.
“Please just get in there already,” Cwrig pleaded. At the same time his palms wrapped around the back of her head and he scotched onto her, pinning her head to the wooden panelling of the hut. In one moment her face came up right to the brim of his body, the gaping navel promising warmth in the breath of the undulating tissue and soft brawn. -Crhrhlgh- The brim brushed onto her forehead, shuddering at the sudden surge of warmth emanating from the pit.
He scooched up again, the impossibly tight clutches paving way for the vacuum in his navel filling up with Yneez's face, as the rhind of skin engulfed her muzzle and swamped over her hair in a wave of putty -Frrghhlcchhrchhlf-. -Sllprthph- The navel cramped and warped, plodding past her head as Cwrig grunted, holding himself level and straining his abdomen to keep her head in place as his stomach welled up -Cllpsthth- -Chfllof- the bulk of his gut billowing over her head and drooping in droves down her shoulders, his belly a warped doughnut of flesh concaving over the cavity to capture Yneez in the embrace of plush heat.

Inside. Humid. But the melting humid. The humidity of hovering over warm baths and soaking in the perfume’d water before dipping in. The humidity of a warm cup of drinks after a long day. It wasn't the humidity teetering on zero degrees, like the rest of her body had been stuck in for ages. Perhaps that is why she could repress their instincts to struggle… Her body trembled from head to toe. She wasn't just cold, she was frigid, frozen stiff. It was easier to disassociate to the temperature when there was nothing to do but endure, but now, maybe it was an illusion, that her mind could not comprehend the cold, and the embrace in fact tricked her into freezing.
The surroundings scrunched up around her, rugose textures of flesh welling together in soft folds which condescend and congealed into a labyrinthine pattern of sinew, clutching around her neck, while the brim throbs on the ridge of her shoulders. It piled onto them like clay curing into a casket of terracotta, still sweating of moist warm nectar. She took in a deep breath, the breath tasted of jerky and peaches, and it coiled through the chill in her throat.
“Pmfm pha…” Yneez couldn't help but squeal. This sent quivers all throughout Cwrig, wedging his hands out of the grasp of his navel -Sclrpt- -Chhlof- and wrapping them around her back. “I am not letting you go now, please, don't struggle for just a few seconds,” he pleaded to the bulge swelling around Yneez's head in his lower abdomen.
She let out soft pants, shuddering and wheezing in breaths through the stale neck swathed by the encroaching abdomen. She wasn't going to struggle. It wouldn't make sense. -Chrlpfft- The skin of the bellybutton warped, along her shoulders, crawling over the jacket that hat grown stale against her coat. Even with Yneez's wool insulating her body, the warmth she believed to still sustain was a faint memory compared to the heat, this stove that Cwrig represented. The bellybutton protruded, Cwrig drew her closer -Cllpghthw- a bobbing heave of flesh blubber bounding onto her frame and sloughing down her back, the buffering layer of chub encroaching down her spine, a jiggle rustling through Cwrig's stomach, shaking her torso as it was subsumed.
-Chrlrpsth- She felt the surface of flesh passing the zenith of her body, tugging her deeper into the caverns of meat, a curling cocoon of that oscillated along the beat of his organs. The wind was still at their back, she felt it caress at her cheeks, and shaking through Cwrig's frame. Was taking the brunt of it for her now?… The warmth she felt wasn't shared both ways.
-Clslpttcht- The bellybutton crept over her cheeks, scooping her cheeks up with slow -Cllrpsh- slithers of bending, tensile flesh. Yneez tugged her knees closer to her chest, ears twitching against the ruffling meat around them. -Cllprhght- The flesh in front pursed open, wedging wider, mirroring the sensation of the bellybutton brushing across her face, in a sense, was this part of the same motion? The same kiss?
-Chrlrptughtp- Cwrig leaned back, shuffling to the back of the wall, prying at the ends of the navel, hooking around where one could still see the hoof shoes bundled into a bouquet at the very brim. Slowly prying, folding. -Sllpthta- -churls- and wedging Yneez into the frame of the feet closing up. -Clrtlptch- It clutched together, and the bloated skin burgeons backwards, sloughing in a wave of flesh as it sunk back into shape, herding them together as Cwrig's gut slung out of his jacket and bobbed like pudding in a warm home.
-Glsjorhth- -Chflloogf- -Choflg- His gut jostled from side to side with wide ripples warping the surface of his stomach as Yneez settled within his body, his lower abdomen bulging -Flrllpggh- and reclining -Shvvlprht- as the curled up sheep jiggled into place right under his ribs, swollen to a cherry of rosy skin with trace outlines of Yneez's cured up form smudging and jostling right below. -Shrlrpstha- Cwrig's bellybutton contracted, worming shut as a meaty aperture, -Slpthoof- with the accordion skin of his umbilical chord scrunching together to a finger-wide hose of plush, rubbery tubing drooping from the stacked frame. “Phaa… ha,” he huffed out, arms wrapping over the swollen growth of Yneez, brushing, feeling out their head, back, their pulse. All there, all thrumming gently within his innards. “There, hookay, just, stay here, the night, let me find our way in the morning. We'll have better chances this way,” he panted, slowly buttoning as much jacket as he could up the broad lump, easing the straps along his midriff.
“I know,” Yneez responded, sighing as she curled tighter. The walls were a labyrinth of meat and bones, plush to the touch but a cent down only sturdy, solid brawn cooped up in a nest of tissue. “You didn't have to, but, yeah, if it's picking between the embrace of winter of the embrace of you,” she trailed off. -Clspt- -Hchltwplch- droplets of juices and muscle lubricants dripped along her form, soaking her, were she to head out now, the liquid would freeze her stiff as birch, an added insurance to keep her there, keep her secure. Part of her still wished defiance upon the world. though out in this strenuous cold it was a kind gesture.
“Pfhahf fmsah, it is real tight in here, think you could swallowed down some air?”
“I'll do my best, but rather you don't get too much of this chill…”
“Oh piss your pants, I just wanna move a touch more, your gut’s cramped enough as they are. Hey, does this mean I'm gonna get mixed up wit your rations?” she asked.
“Shouldn't worry about that…” he mumbled.
“Whys that?”
“Cuz you're nowhere in my guts, that's mfns, myff,” he huffed out and managed to button the last piece of his suit, shuffling back and wrapping the blanket around himself, “that's my liver.”
“Oohh,” Yneez realised, brushing their muzzle against the fleshy bulwark constraining her in place.” How are you keeping me in your liver?” she mumbled. The sack of a gut jostled under the padded clothing, swollen to such a grotesque shape by layers upon layers of padded outfits and equipment cocooning over one another.
“With great effort,” Cwrig joked as he settled back in a tilted angle against the corner of the wind protector, conserving his breathing.
“Mhmm, the body's iron forge, a cozy place to keep someone warm. Guess this makes me your body's largest organ.”
“Rivalled only by your heart,” he joked back with cracked lips.
“Thanks, big hug,” she mumbled. The humidity drowning her adrenaline in calm, snuffing out the adventurous spirit. In the lapse of needed attention and alertness, her mind soon fell into slumber, “You should… keep eye… before morning I'm, gonna…” she mumbled in the twilight of consciousness.
Cwrig kept caressing his gut, back and forth, swirl, back and forth, squealing spurs -Shplrgh- -Sglpthhg-. -Chloff- Until the gut settled into a calm. Liver bound to Yneez snoozing in the beats and throbs of taut knit sinew.
Cwrig sighed with a broad smile. Peeking up over the edge. The fields were blanketed in snow, the meger two-person shed suspended on stilts above the ground a good meter up, but with the blanket of white matched right up to the flooring. It would be more than a day's journey still to arrive at any semblance of safety. With gloved hands he fiddled with his notebook. -Cglgohg- Gut jostling now and then beneath him, smudging his lettering, though it only broadened his smile to see it. Gently taps and baps at the sides of his tummy, feeling her beneath the skin, the gentle rise of her chest in a chorus with his own breathing… They'd come so far.

~ 1 ~

Witching hour. A stillness in the field. The wind had swept and traversed onwards in stillness. Cwrig packed their belongings, the backpack proving a counterbalance to the girth of his gut -Clglpthcthc- weighing down his front -Vhhbohhob- -Ghnbbwwng- bobbing gently as he stood. They would arrive. And they'd make the journey together, as far as they could… He kissed his thumb, and planted it to his domed torso.
“Mmgm,” a mumble rustled within. He steeled himself, one breath of icy air freezing his lungs, and then the scarf went up. -Crrrkccht- The snow crunched under boot -Sllpfhtch- and stomach bobbed in a restrained jostle, in thrift with their packing as he took his first steps of the new day. With the goal of Yneez finding herself awake in a warm bed, as soon as she opened her eyes. Or at least, closer to safety.