Robin's Bad Luck: Olivia

Morale was at an all time low in the Shepherds. The exalt Emmeryn had just been forced to kill herself for the sake of the Fire Emblem. Chrom’s resolve was shattered, Lissa couldn’t stop crying, and Robin was tearing her hair out trying to think of a way the plan could’ve succeeded. It didn’t help them when General Mustafa had to be killed for no just reason. The man’s dying breath was to plead to let men go free, which Chrom had allowed.

They had been saved from the Plegians coming from the rear by a dancer named Olivia, who was hired by Khan Basilio. Olivia was a very beautiful young woman with curves in all the right places, curves the dancer knew how to use. Her only ‘flaw’, if you could even call it that, was her shy disposition. If any one had tried to approach her the woman would flare up with a blush and run for the hills. While humorous to some at first, It had quickly grown into an annoyance.

Robin, being the most friendly of the Shepherds, had volunteered to be the ‘ambassador of the people’ to Olivia. It took some time, but the two women had became friends by the time the war had ended. Chrom had proposed to Robin and the two had a little girl named Lucina, which Olivia volunteered to be her nanny when the exalt and queen(?) went off on political business.

Eventually, the pain of losing Emmeryn dulled and the people oy Ylisse started a golden age of peace that lasted for two years.

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A baby’s wail filled the room, followed by a the mother’s cooing and soft singing. The baby was a young girl with dark blue hair barely more than a six months old. She possessed the brand of the Exalt in her right eye. While these traits identified her as Lucina, there was another brand on her body, that had been inherited from her mother. The Six Eyes of Grima was present on her right calf, while unknown to the parents that this mark was, in fact, the Fell Dragon’s Brand. It would come to play an important part in the baby’s life when she became a young woman.

The mother caring for the baby was none other than Robin, tactician of the Shepherds. Robin possessed remarkable silver hair, that she normally wore in a twin pony tail-like braid that ran over the front of her shoulders, but instead was free falling over and around her pretty face and down to her mid back. Her normally sharp, attentive, onyx eyes had bags underneath them and seemed glazed. Her normally straight posterior turned to a slouched exhausted one as she hunched over in her rocking chair.

Nevertheless, the silver haired woman continued nurturing her baby. The tactician’s already impressive chest had swollen with the milk needed to feed her baby. While the female breasts produce milk naturally in pregnancy, It wasn’t enough for little Lucina. The infant had drank her mother dry in the first month. Naturally, this led her parents to the second option of vore.

It was common for the prey to partially become milk after digestion was finished, so they took the time to find the most nutritious looking woman they could find. In the end it was decided by Sumia’s clumsiness. The pegasus knight had tripped while walking down a staircase and Robin was going up. The poor brunette was halfway lodged in Robin’s throat so the tactician had no choice but to swallow her down.

Digestion was bliss to the silver haired woman, and her ‘assets’ growing increased her enjoyment. Thus the problem of feeding Robin was solved and with it, the problem of feeding Lucina.

The tactician removed her upper smallclothes, which had become necessary during pregnancy, and began to coax Lucina into drinking. The silver haired woman smiled gently at her baby, who had calmed down when milk began flowing.

Robin glanced over to her husband who was sprawled eagle in their shared bed. He didn’t look much better than she did. His usual noble and regal visage, was replaced by a scruffy blue beard and dark bags under his eyes as well. Lucina was a fitful sleeper at best, so they would take turns calming the infant down before returning to bed.

The silver haired woman’s gazed towards the window, the sun was rising that would mean Olivia would be here soon. Olivia was a godssend, Lucina was very picky with who she let hold her and Olivia was one of the few. Once Olivia was here then the tactician would be free to pass out in her bed with Chrom till midday. Robin began fantasizing about all the sleep she could get when Lucina let out a small whimper. She pulled the infant away from her breasts. She got up slowly and gently placed her in the crib.

Robin tiptoed over to her bed, and in nothing but her smallclothes, the queen curled up next to her exalt and promptly fell asleep. Her hair splayed behind her and using Chrom’s chest as a pillow. While digesting Sumia had been nice, this was true pleasure.

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Olivia, walked up to the palace in her usual dancer attire. The pink haired woman opened the door to the main hall where she saw Lissa and her husband, Vaike eating breakfast along Frederick and Sully, who were discussing post-breakfast training, and finally Lon’qu and Cordelia, who sat on opposite sides of the breakfast table.

The smell of bacon set Olivia’s mouth to watering. She had missed breakfast because she had a hard time perfecting her new dance. She would perform it for Lucina, the baby always enjoyed the sparkles that came from Olivia when she danced. Robin might be able to see it as well if the dancer felt confident enough, but lately it was getting harder to spend time with the queen.

A dark desire began to grow inside the dancer. After she saw Sumia’s untimely demise at the hands of Robin’s digestive track she couldn’t help but think about vore. Specifically, she wanted to devour and digest the silver haired woman.

Olivia knew it was wrong… It was the queen after all! People would notice if she went missing and specially if the dancer had grown curvier as well. In the darkest corner of her mind, the part where the dancer rarely visited, she desperately needed the silver haired beauty’s curvaceous body inside of her. It wasn’t an option and sooner or later the pink haired woman knew she wouldn’t be able to fight off her desires anymore.

She passed an exhausted looking Chrom, who she had learned was leaving with most of the other Shepherds on a routine patrol around the country and that they would be gone for weeks. This stopped the dancer cold. That would just leave her and Robin here wouldn’t it? Ideas and fantasies began to bloom in the dancer’s mind, the rational part of her tried to reason with these perverse thoughts, but ultimately failed as an evil smirk graced Olivia’s face.

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Robin was still asleep when Olivia reached the master bedroom of the castle. She knew that she would have to hurry eat Robin then escape down the escape route that she had thought up many times since the end of the war.

The dancer gazed at the queen’s semi-naked form lying on the bed, the slight rise and fall of the woman’s chest as she took in air. Olivia prepared the bondages she brought, Robin was by no means a weak person so there needed to be precautions. She silently bound her legs, then her arms, and finally her mouth. Fortunately enough, the silver haired woman was far too gone. The tactician didn’t even show any signs of waking up after that incident.

Olivia couldn’t help but hesitate as she took in all of her best friends form. Was it truly right for her to do this just because her body begged her to? The dancer shook her head of the doubt, she had come to far now.

She grabbed the mother by her dainty feet and stuck both soles in her mouth. The taste was far better than she had fantasized! The pink haired woman let out a moan of satisfaction and continued with her meal. She gulped and took Robin into her up to the woman’s knees.

Olivia cursed her impatience when her meal fretted slightly in her sleep. She knew that she was going to have to eat slower to avoid waking the silver haired woman. She took her time with her lips creeping up the tactician turned breakfast’s creamy thighs. Apparently Sumia stuck around here as well.

One of the bright red blushes she was known for surfaced again as she reached Robin’s vagina, the smell was overpowering. She hesitated not knowing if attacking the honey pot was worth waking her meal. After half a minute she decided to hell with subtlety and stuck her tongue down into her prize.

The silver haired woman’s eyes fluttered as she let out a breathy moan, despite this Olivia never gave up on her work licking until her breakfast moaned in ecstasy and came. The taste of Robin’s juices was just as good as Robin herself’s taste. The dancer took another gulp reaching the woman belly. She still hadn’t woken up! The pink haired woman couldn’t believe her luck as she began creeping up to the milk filled breasts of no doubt deliciousness.

While the fleshy orbs were huge before they were now half again the size of her pre-pregnacy and subsequent digestion of Sumia . She found no matter hard much her mouth stretched and no matter how much she tried she couldn’t get Robin in an inch deeper. Deciding to come at this from another angel, she heaved the silver haired woman into the air.

Robin’s head bobbed drunkenly but it seemed that the dream she was having was too good to wake from. Instead of feeling lucky at this point Olivia accepted the bizarre fact that Robin was a heavy sleeper, even when her Olivia stomach was beginning to digest the tactician’s feet it wouldn’t wake her up.

Just then the dancer heard the bedroom door open. Her blood turned to ice, if one of the maids saw her devouring the queen, it would be over for her she would be executed via digestion from her prey. She didn’t want to be part of any one! The pink haired person thought the idea of getting eaten by a another person was, natural to anyone who didn’t have a fetish, abhorrent

Tears started flowing from Olivia’s eyes, smearing her carefully applied makeup. It was over, this was how a beautiful dream ended. She cursed her body and its need for Robin. She cursed the opportunity that had risen for her to act out her fantasy, but most of all she cursed her weak will that lead her down this path. The pink haired woman screwed her watery eyes shut and braced for the yelling or screaming that would no doubt come.

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Nothing? Olivia strained her ears. She could faintly hear the clicking sound of high heels on the ground. Maids didn’t wear heels and neither did guards or pegasus knights. So then it wasn’t normal castle staff? The teary eyed woman was scared but hopeful at the development. Maybe the person, no doubt a woman, was friendly

Then something most unexpected happened, a pair of small dainty hands with white skin tight gloves grabbed Robin by the shoulders and shoved her down hard. Pain exploded in Olivia’s mind, she saw stars dancing as the woman shoved on the silver haired woman again This time though Olivia had the sense to swallow and the massive breasts began descending into to her greedy stomach.

Olivia’s teeth scraped some parts of the orbs roughly causing a small cry of pain to ring from Robin as well. While the cuts weren’t deep, they were still bleeding and they went from the bottom of her breast up to her nipples.

It seemed like this woke the silver haired woman up finally as she started to thrash and struggle, but due to the bondage placed on her and the fact her bosom was getting forced into her face didn’t help the tactician’s effort.

The woman’s hand now rested on Robin silvery head, it gave a sudden shove and Olivia gave one last swallow, sealing the queen of Ylisse’s fate as food for a tavern dancer. Her belly had positioned Robin in a fetal position facing outside so the woman turned breakfast’s chest and face were clearly pressing against the stomach walls. One could also see hands desperately pushing against the the stretchy walls, trying anything to get out of their current predicament.

It was quite comical with a woman as short as Olivia, around five feet, eating some one as tall as Robin. The dancer’s now groaning and gurgling belly was larger than herself. The pink haired woman let out a belch and then blushed profusely.

“I’m glad someone got rid of her, I was going to do it today if you hadn’t beaten me to it.”

It was Maribelle! The blonde noble was sitting on the royal couple’s bed rubbing Olivia’s massive gut. The dancer knew of the troubador’s hate for the tactician, everyone in the Shepherds did. No one was quite sure how it started, but all knew it would end with one of them in a stomach.

“R-r-really? B-but she’s t-the queen?”

The dancer was mortified. She didn’t want anyone to see her with a huge stomach, she wouldn’t have minded if the would’ve saw the after effect of it, especially Stahl, but now she felt like a pig! Her instinct to flee was, unfortunately, unable to be fulfilled do to a hundred plus pounds of meat inside of her.

“She doesn’t deserve to be queen. Robin is, er, I’m sorry, was an object of lust for Chrom. She was just using those breasts of hers to get to the position she was in.”

Olivia’s counter argument was cut short by a yawn as the small woman experienced one of human’s base instincts, rest and digest. The dancer slowly waddled over to the bed and promptly fell asleep as soon as her head hit the bed.

Maribelle just shook her head at the rudeness, but she would let it slide seeing as she had just devoured Robin. The blond took the time to poke at Robin in the stomach, in all the places she knew it must be hurting because of the acids. The belly squirmed as faint screams and pleas for mercy were heard faintly, acting as a lullaby for the dancer.

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It was horribly cramped inside the stomach, the smell of bile and sizzling flesh was strong. Robin had no idea who the person was that ate her, but it didn’t matter, one way or another her life was over. Robin’s feet had long since lost feeling and the acid level had risen to her shins. The acid was already colored a red and soon, the silver haired snack thought morbidly as she pushed against the walls with her hands, it would be a darker shade after all was said and done.

Who would take of Lucina? All thoughts of her state and what was soon to be vanished as she thought of her young daughter. She was still sleeping for all Robin knew, so it couldn't have been long since Chrom left for patrol. Olivia should be here soon though, and the tactician trusted Olivia with her life and her daughter’s life. They still had the wet nurses they used when Robin was dry months ago.

The woman gasped as the stomach bent in in the shape of a finger to poke her right in her right breast. The offending extremity grazed a cut left by her devour’s teeth which caused her to flinch with pain. The acid level had risen once more and was just under her breasts, which wasn’t saying much considering their size compared to before.

The stomach began compressing and retracting getting a grunt of discomfort from the woman inside everytime a contraction rang through. Tears frustration rolled down her face, she would never get to see Chrom, Lucina, or Olivia ever again. The churning increased as the level had now risen to just above her nipples.

All she wanted was for Lucina to be taken care of properly, she didn’t care what happened to herself now she just wanted her daughter to be safe and happy. Inspite of the pain a small smile rose to the silver haired woman’s face. Her daughter was so smart for her age she would be a great tactician when she got older.

The killer fluid had risen to just under her head, still the tactician didn’t leave her hallucinations of her caring for her baby with Chrom and Olivia, Her and Chrom watching excitedly as Lucina took her first steps, and finally reading a basic book of strategy to a five year old Lucina.

The queen of Ylisse didn’t even flinch when the acid level rose over her face and then over her head. There was no final struggle as Robin was too far gone in her own world to be able to think straight. The sizzles and groaning continued regardless that their victim had passed.

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While Olivia had slept through most of her best friends death, Maribelle was fascinated by the one she hated most dying in front of her. How she wished it was her stomach instead. The nable watch as the final struggles of the queen failed and she fell still. The groans and gurgles like a victorious song from the stomach played until the woman shaped bulge was no more than a round dome.

The blonde haired woman continued to watch uninterrupted as the groans and gurgles switched to sloshes and shclorps. The bulge began to shrink slowly throughout the day, adding more and more of the tactician to Olivia’s already well-endowed frame.

The pink haired woman’s breasts were just about as large as pre-pregnancy Robin, soft and heavenly looking, sloshing quietly with milk. The dancer’s posterior and thighs gained a noticeable increase as well, becoming round and bouncy enough for Olivia to try out the new dance move she called the ‘twerk’.

A streak of silver hair intrigued Maribelle the most as it mixed in with its pink counterparts. This was unheard of! One did not just simply absorb some of the prey’s hair as well it was preposterous! But no matter how many times she double, triple, and quadruple checked, it was still there.

Olivia woke that night to a screaming Lucina in Maribelle’s arms. The noble unhooked her shirt and small clothes as she began to feed the baby, who too hungry to care, accepted the nipple. The dancer got up as quietly as she could and walked over to the mirror. She was stunned at her new physical appearance. She twirled in place and noted that now she would have to readjust her balance on all of her dances, due to being thirty so pounds heavier than before.

Still she grinned, her greatest and darkest desire was fulfilled. Robin was something that she could affectionately and accurately call her rump.

“She looks good on you.”

Olivia flushed as she turned to face Maribelle, the blond haired woman still feeding the babe. The woman handed the dancer the baby and promptly turned to leave. She turned as she reached the door and called out.

“Come stop by Themis, I can arrange that my father give you some land for that dance hall you desire and servants to work it. It is the least I can do since you took out the biggest annoyance in my life.”

After that the woman shut the door and continued walking. Olivia followed her footsteps with her ears as far as she could. The distinct clicking of high heels faded and she was alone with Lucina. After making sure Lucina was fed, she would probably take Maribelle up on that offer.