Merry Vs Yumeji (Prologue)

Yup, I went and did another Yumekui Merry vore story. Merry's navel has consumed my brain.

Sequel to http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2083605-Dream-Eater-Merry-Eats-Dre...

Had to split into Prologue and Vore entries because of WDC's word limit, which is one of the reasons I've been considering moving to Eka's... If Eka ever responds to my emails, anyway.

Visual aid for the two main characters: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O-Q3w_ykY2g/TV2TTcJcu4I/AAAAAAAAACM/Gvh99f9qQ4Q/s1600/...

Visual aid for Izana: http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/38300000/Merry-and-Isana-yumekui-merry-dr...
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A young purple-haired girl lay awake in bed, clad in a simple set of yellow pajamas. A watery growl emanated from her stomach. She had awoken from sleeping off what could only be described as a binge. Merry, the infamous Dream Eater, was more commonly known to be an eater of other things, namely donuts. But during an attack by a horde of candy-bodied Nightmares, Merry had finally managed to live up to her namesake. On the previous night, the girl had borne a sizable potbelly stuffed with squirming Candy Demons. As she slept her stomach had shredded and dissolved them into a homogeneous, sloppy soup. Her belly was now considerably deflated, but a few ounces of liquid candy remained, granting Merry a slightly puffy midsection.

Sitting up and stretching her arms, Merry felt quite refreshed. Her stomach shifted and sloshed with every motion. She was happy that her Dream Demon metabolism was so efficient that she could not become obese like an ordinary human. All the juices in her stomach would be transferred into pure energy. This thought was comforting. Humans seemed to value thin body shapes over fat ones, after all. Yet when Merry’s feet touched the floor she recalled one thing about the previous day that still bothered her. Yumeji, her “partner in crime,” had behaved somewhat strangely. He was oddly insistent on her eating the Candy Demons before finding any other solution to banishing them. It was almost like he simply wanted to watch her eat them. But why could that have been?

Merry felt a watery contraction inside her pelvic region. Her intestinal tract opened up and sucked some up the slop out of her stomach for further processing. She scratched her head as she remembered Yumeji’s hand entering her mouth on numerous occasions. Sometimes it had ended up there by her accord, when she ravenously slurped Candy Demons out of his grasp. Other times he had inserted himself into her. He shoved his hand into her throat to clear her airway of a particularly chunky Demon that had proven tough to swallow. It was almost like he wanted to be covered in her drool. But why could that have been? Merry frowned. She opened her bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen for breakfast.

Merry recalled one of those Demons saying something that she simply didn’t understand. While at the mercy of her monstrous tongue, the creature had described Yumeji’s reaction to her feast using a rather pointed term. The Demon’s word caused Yumeji to forcibly shut her mouth. That action didn’t hurt her- her Dream Demon biology made her quite resilient- but she was more intrigued by what he feared. How that boy responded to her devouring of the Candy Demons was something she hoped to understand. Yumeji was unique compared to other humans she had seen.

As Merry descended the stairs into the foyer her nostrils were filled with the pungent musk of coffee and sweet scent of syrup. She turned to the kitchen and spotted a bright-eyed, blue-haired girl sitting by the dinner table, feasting on a plate of pancakes. It was Izana, one of Merry’s good friends. Izana smiled and waved as she chewed a mouthful of pancake and swallowed. “Good morning, Merry!” She picked up her coffee cup and took a quick swig. “Want some breakfast?”

“Hi, Izana. Um…” She heard her belly lazily gurgle. “I’m gonna skip breakfast today.”

“Mm,” Izana nodded with a mouthful of coffee before letting it run down her throat, “Okay, suit yourself. We can still chat if you want.”
Merry accepted the girl’s invitation and took a seat across from her. “Is Yumeji here?”

“He left early,” Izana shrugged, “I’m not sure why.”

A few more awkward seconds passed until Merry broke the silence. “Izana,” she began, “could I… Ask you something?”
“Of course, Merry,” Izana said, sipping some coffee.

“Um… It might be a little embarrassing, but I’ll just get right to it. What’s a boner?”

Izana’s cheeks bulged. Her lips pursed as her pupils dilated. She shut her eyes, tilting her head back and choking down her coffee.

“Auuh,” she opened her mouth, “Merry, where did you-“”I’m sorry,” Merry blurted, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Uh…. Do you… have one? Is that why you’re embarrassed?”

“Wha- no! Only boys can- okay, listen.” Izana leaned in toward Merry. “It’s like… when boys have that feeling of attraction, they experience this warm tingling inside.”

“So it feels… good?”

Izana blushed and glanced around the room. “I… imagine so.”

Merry laid a hand on her chin. So watching her eat made Yumeji like her, and it made him feel warm and tingly inside. Physical attraction was an aspect of the human psyche that Merry understood to a degree, but the cause behind Yumeji’s boner seemed unusual.
“Izana,” Merry began, “is it possible for a boy to get a boner from something weird? Like… watching a girl eat?”

Izana’s eyebrows arched. “Eating? Er… I guess. Most guys… Most of them just like girls for their bodies,” she rubbed her hand on her waist, “but sometimes they like us for… other things. Sometimes they feel attraction from completely random stuff like, well, eating, I suppose.”

Merry felt that she understood now. Yumeji liked her, and it was all because he liked watching her eat. But there was more to it than that. When she swallowed the Candy Demons he had watched her neck intently. His hands and arms had ended up inside her mouth multiple times. He didn’t seem disgusted by contact with her saliva. There was only one possible answer. Yumeji didn’t just like watching her eat food- he wanted to be her food. Merry blushed.

Izana she parted her lips and slowly slid her fork inside. She swallowed softly. “So, I’m just curious,” Izana leaned forward, “who’s the boy you think has a thing for you and your big mouth?”

That question made Merry stare at the table and think. Did Yumeji “have a thing” for her and her big mouth? If he did, what would she do about it? If she wanted, she could ignore it completely. She could keep being Yumeji's contract partner without ever thinking about his fixation again... but Merry's fixation lied in more than simple intrigue. The Dream Demon felt a sense of obligation. Yumeji had saved her life and assisted her in countless battles. He had dedicated enormous effort and time into helping her to find a way back to the Dream World she once called home. Merry wanted to repay him somehow, but she had never known how until now.

In response to Izana’s question, Merry simply smiled. “It’s a secret,” she giggled, “but I think I’m gonna visit him tonight.”
“Ooh,” Izana clapped her hands together, “a date?”

Merry shrugged as she stood up. “I guess you could say that. See ya later, Izana.”

“Have a nice day, Merry,” Izana waved as her friend walked out of the room.

As Merry passed through the foyer, she noticed a book lying near the staircase. It was _The Hobbit_ by J.R.R. Tolkien, with a bookmark sticking out. Merry recalled that Yumeji was reading the book for school. She also remembered that he had concocted a rather interesting means of studying the book. Months ago Yumeji learned he was capable of lucid dreaming. Putting his assignment and his ability together, Yumeji could relive each chapter in his mind. The Dream Eater folded her arms and began thinking. She picked up the book and opened it to the bookmark. It was at chapter 13, meaning Yumeji had just gotten done with chapter 12. Merry flipped back through the pages and began skimming the chapter. Her mouth curled into a devilish smirk as she realized how much fun it would be for her to eat Yumeji. After all, if he was going to enjoy it, she might as well do the same.

All that remained were a few hours of waiting.
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“Damn it,” Yumeji snarled as he stepped into the foyer and slammed the door behind himself. He huffed and looked toward the stairs. His frown lessened a bit as he spotted Merry seated on one of the lower steps, her chin cupped in her hands. She offered him a quick wave. “What’s wrong, Yumeji?”

“I…” Yumeji pressed his back against the front door and sighed. “I don’t know. I kind of had a rough day. Work, school, friends… Ugh. And as if that wasn’t enough, I checked my aura. It’s blacker than the night’s sky.”

Merry laid an elbow on her thigh and held her chin in her hand. “So you’re due for a bad dream, eh?”

“Yup… The one place I was hoping to get away from stress is probably gonna push me over the edge.”
Merry hopped to her feet and happily clapped. “I could help!”

Yumeji cocked his head. “You mean you’d be a bodyguard for my brain?”

“Sure. I’ve done it before.”

Yumeji rubbed his temple. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He breathed outward. “But wouldn’t you have to sleep in my room…?”

“I don’t mind,” Merry said, standing up and heading up the stairs, “I’ll get a sleeping bag.”

Yumeji shut his eyes and mumbled to himself. “…Damn it, Merry.”