"Kurasan's Very Special Elimination" A CFMOT fanfiction by Amylase (https://amylaseswonderland.neocities.org/) Copyright 2024-When the internet dies, Theia "Amylase" Nousagi CFMOT Copyright Zack Main (Before we begin, I want to clarify some stuff. First, I wanna say that there are potential spoilers for CFMOT 7. If you've already watched it or don't care about spoilers, you can proceed. Also, this story involves Kurasan getting eaten alive and digested (painlessly of course) into soft tummy fat. This story is meant to be a coping mechanism of mine and just some innocent fun. Please do not use it for sexual or fetish purposes, thank you. Also the digestive systems of Symbolars (Yoshka's species) are very different from the ones that humans have. Symbolars have very efficient intestines that absorb everything, and do not produce waste. They do not have anuses or rectums. Just wanted to clarify that. One more thing, I view Yoshka and Kratcy as unrelated romantic and sexual partners, hence why Kratcy is referred to as Yoshka's husband. If you hate KratYo, please click away, thankies.) With that, I hope you enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Band, who had lost last episode, had gathered for the Elimination ceremony. They all sat on the cute little beanbags Yoshka had provided for them, to make them feel less scared. Speaking of which, "Hello dearies." Yoshka was right in front of the team. However, he seemed quite "off". The lavender cyrillic was sweating and shaking quite uncomfortably. Instead of being in a bright and kind mood that they were known for, he seemed quite sad. As if he had to do something that he really did not want to do. "You have lost the challenge last episode. So one of you will be-" The letter's sentence had abruptly cutted. Yoshka's eyes slid to the grass, a few tiny tears forming. "I-I can't say it. I d-don't want to say it. I'm so so s-so sorry everyone!" Yoshka sniffled. Band was visibly puzzled at the host's strange behavior. Why was he so upset? Had something happened between him and his husband, Kratcy? Sure, Yoshka is known for being quite sensitive, specifically after Charmy and Knify had snapped right in his face. But he was never this upset before. "Umm, Yoshka. Is everything alright?" Putty chimed up after a period of silence. The purple letter's sniffling had ended; Their voice still sounding sorrowful. "Yes. Everything is fine. Let's just get this ceremony over with." He responded. Although, Putty and the rest of Band were still confused. -- Time Skip -- "Unfortunately, Kurasan is eliminated with 2,373 votes." Yoshka announced. The croissant upon hearing this, gave the letter a pissy look, making the host even more sad. Although, Kura was expecting people to hate him due to his behavior in the last episode. "I will miss you guys. Please win the millions of thousands for me. Goodbye." The French baked good had said his farewells to his team, everyone waving goodbye. Kura let out a large deep exhale, letting out all of the stress and pain. If he was transformed into an object, he wouldn't get to tease Knify or get the prize. But he wouldn't have to deal with the stress of the contest and constantly dying. Suddenly, he felt a few finger taps on his shoulder (which he doesn't have.). Turning around, the 7th letter of the Russian alphabet was standing right behind him. Because Kura was so small compared to Yoshka, the letter was basically towering right over him. "Go ahead star-face. Turn me into an object already! I deserve it." Kurasan spread his arms out, allowing Yoshka to "attack" him with their magic wand and painfully engulf his soul into a French pastry. The purple Cyrillic swallowed nervously. "Actually, I'm not going to turn you into an object, like the normal eliminations." He clarified. The pastry was quite confused. "So... are you just gonna let me go?" He asked. Yoshka took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, no. It is because Kratcy had requested a "special" elimination for you." Kurasan's eyes widen at the word "special". Causing the host to immediately say "I wouldn't get your hopes up. It won't be very pleasant for the both of us.". The croissant frowned. "So is that why you are so upset?" Yoshka sighed. "I don't feel comfortable talking about it right now." He spread out his arms towards Kurasan. "Take my hand. I will take us to somewhere more private where the elimination will happen." "Uh, ok." The pastry latched onto the letter's right hand. He took out his lavender magic wand. Just then, a deep purple glow emanated from the wand. Then, they teleported away in a flash of light. ---------------- The two had arrived on a bunch of soft and fluffy blankets. It was Yoshka's room. The room had a comforting vibe to it. The light was nice and low with little constellations of stars illuminating the area. The scent of sugar candles was flowing around in the air. And the soft tune of Tchaikovsky's Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy (favorite winter/christmas song to me) was playing in the background. "Pozhaluysta, make yourself comfortable." Yoshka sat down on his warm bed; The blankets were woven from the intergalactic fabric that was the universe. Kura briefly wrapped himself in one of the fleece blankets. "So. What exactly are you going to do with me?" The pastry wondered, considered that Yoshka had pretty much kept it a secret. The Cyrillic looked him directly in the eye, as if it were serious. "Kurasan, you are not going to like this, not one single bit. But I have to do this as part of Kratcy's rules." "I have to eat and digest you, Kura." A rush of adrenaline of blood shot through the croissant's body. His eyes widened in terror and sweat rained down on his buttery skin as he heard those words. "N-No pozhaluysta!" The words slipped right out of his mouth, his body rapidly trembling. The lavender Cyrillic was very close to tears. He valued comfort, safety, and hospitality so so much. And to see someone scared to the point of passing out was really nerve-racking and sorrowful for him. "I'm sorry. So so sorry. But I have to do it. Even though we both don't want to. If I don't follow the rules, I will be punished for it. And you will too." The letter responded to the pastry's refusal. Upon hearing this, Kurasan rushed up to Yoshka. "Please, I will do anything. Anything to avoid getting eaten! Rubles, hard labor, anything you want me to give you. PLEASE! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! I DON'T WANT TO BE EATEN AGAIN. IT WAS TRAUMATIC AND IT HURT SO MUCH! I DON'T WANT TO GO THROUGH THAT PAIN AGAIN! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, POZHALUYSTA! PLEASE DON'T PUT ME THROUGH THIS HELL AGAIN!!!" The croissant started sobbing a sea of lacrimal fluid after begging on his knees in front of the host; His tears stained the blankets on the bed. Never had he been so desperate before. All to avoid getting eaten. "PLEASE YOSHKA. FOR THE LOVE OF SUSHIGOD! SPARE ME! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING AND PRAYING SO HARD! DON'T SWALLOW ME! PLEASE TURN ME INTO AN OBJECT INSTEAD! HAVE MERCY! POMILUY MENYA!" The croissant continued to sob forlornly, desperate to be spared. Yoshka began to silently cry a few drops as well. It was bringing back really terrible memories for the host. The purple letter gently grabbed the distressed Kurasan and pulled him into a tight soft hug against his cushiony lavender body. Multiple arms had sprouted out of his sides, wrapping around the crying French pastry and squeezing him with a tight, yet soothing, pressure. The Russian letter had a hand on his head, gently rubbing his horns, and one behind him, stroking his back. "Shhh... It's okay dearie. Just let it all out, I'm right here. Nothing is going to hurt you. Ne volnuysya. Vse budet khorosho~". Kurasan had never seen someone as considerate and kind as the 7th letter of the Russian alphabet before. If Kratcy had returned for the contest, he would have been dying in his stomach with no remorse right now. He wished that Yoshka could be the permanent host for the competition. He was the pure definition of a stress reliver. He was the perfect one to go to for comfort after a stressful incident. While the croissant was still frightened by his upcoming fate, he felt really secure and calm thanks to Yoshka's gentle caresses and kind words. Kura had never been gifted this amount of kindness before; He made sure to thank Yoshka after the contest ends. "Do you feel better?" The lavender letter asked after a while. The pastry let out a small "Mhm" in response. Being this close to Yoshka's body, Kurasan could hear the Cyrillic's gentle breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. He could also faintly hear the growls emanated from his stomach, where he would be heading in a bit. The sounds were like the soft notes of a harp, nice and soothing on the mind. Then, Yoshka gently removed Kura from his arms, and placed him down on a pillow. The letter put one of his arms behind himself and pulled out a glass of ice cold water. "Here," He handed the glass to Kurasan. "Thank you." The French pastry accepted the offering and took a few refreshing sips. It feels good to drink some water after a good cry. "So from my understanding, it seems like you've been eaten before." The letter wanted to talk to him about his fear, in hopes he wouldn't be as afraid. "Yes, it was the worst day of my life." Kura responded, slightly shuttering as he recalled the horrible memories. "Kratcy told me about this one challenge where he turned poor Socka into a monster and you had to avoid getting eaten alive. Is that what you are talking about?" Yoshka was listening closely to Kurasan's comments, giving him occasional head rubs, if he was too uncomfortable. "Yes. Being eaten was horrific. The knife-sharp fangs tearing holes into my flesh, the extremely tight throat choking me, the scalding acids burning and dissolving me alive. I-I" The French baked good tried to hold back tears. It all clicked now. That's why he was so afraid of being swallowed whole. All because of a bad experience. Yoshka reached over to gently stroke Kura's back. "I understand sweetheart. It would have been really awful for me if I was eaten very roughly like you. It seems like it is why you are scared of being eaten and digested alive. I can relate to your struggles, as I have had a bad experience with eating and digesting someone alive. But I REALLY don't want to talk about it." "I-I don't want it to happen again." Kurasan stated. He then felt a soft hand on his head. "The elimination is far far different from your horrific experience. I won't chew you up, and my throat is nice and soft, not too tight. My tummy will be really gentle with you. I promise." Yoshka reassured. The calming words made Kura feel way better. The letter was so kind and considerate that he could be trusted. "As for the digestion part, the vast majority of it is completely painless. It is like gradually melting into a puddle of slime. It is very relaxing, especially after a stressful day. My stomach acids are much less corrosive, and you will feel a little tingle on your skin before falling asleep. Speaking of which, my stomach is very comforting, so you will fall into a deep sleep which will prevent any pain. And if you have trouble falling asleep, I can cast a Spat' spell on you, which will put you right to bed. All of the things that I'm saying is coming from someone who has been eaten and digested many times by Kratcy. The first time I was eaten, I was really nervous, but after about 20 minutes, I felt comforted by the cozy warmth and soft walls. I understand what you are nervous about. And I will make sure that your experience is as comfortable as possible." Yoshka's cute and squeaky voice was really soothing for the pastry. He was hoping that this would be better than the Socka incident. Suddenly the lavender Cyrillic scooped him up. Was he finally gonna eat him? "Here, I will give you a small taste of what it will be like." The 7th Russian alphabet letter carefully pressed the croissant to his stomach, letting him hear the comforting noises. Kura immediately relaxed upon hearing the sounds emanating from Yoshka's soft belly, and closed his eyes in tranquility. The growls were really soothing to his nerves. "I thought it would make you feel better if you could listen to my tummy for a bit. Just to know what it would sound and feel like. You seem to be enjoying it quite a bit, dearie!" Yoshka was right. A red blush had dusted across Kura's face as he squished his head against the soft purple stomach, wanting to get even closer. Thing is, Kurasan secretly has a thing for stomach gurgles, but he was too shy and embarrassed to tell anyone. The lavender Russian had found his Achilles heel. The little pastry then pressed his hands up against the host's tummy, gently rubbing small circles into the pillowy belly. This caused the Cyrillic to blush a deep purple. Adding frosting to the cake, his soft breathing and heartbeat were also audible. "Your stomach's pretty loud. Good for me~" The croissant softly sighed in pleasure, still attached to his cushiony tummy. He was so close to sleep. Yoshka let out a small giggle. "It is quite noisy, because I had to skip all 3 of my meals to make room for you (the contest currently takes place at night btw). I can't wait to finally have some food in me." These words made Kurasan concerned. He couldn't eat for an ENTIRE DAY, all for this elimination. Poor Yoshka. In the beginning, The croissant was absolutely terrified to the bone. So scared that he almost pissed himself. But thanks to the host's comforting words, cuddles, and soft growling tummy, he had changed his mind. He pressed his paws up against the soft pillow of a stomach one last time, nuzzling his face into it. He wanted to feed himself to the hungry letter. It was his job as a croissant. To satisfy objects' hunger. He then kissed his belly, earning a squeak and another layer of blush from Yoshka. The little baked good wanted to go inside of it so badly. And soon, his wish would come true. "Yoshka?" "Yes dearie?" "I- I think I'm ready." Yoshka nodded. It seemed that his methods to make his meal less nervous had worked. Two light purple arms grabbed Kurasan's sides, and pulled him up to the letter's blushy face. His cute starry eyes aiming directly at the croissant. "If you ever do feel scared during the digestive process, I recommend that you shut your eyes and take deep breaths. I will still be here to comfort you though. Anyway, it is time for your special elimination ceremony. Despite that you came in 12th place in the competition, I do want to thank you for participating. Spasibo Kurasan!" After thanking Kura, Yoshka's tiny mouth opened wide, revealing their saliva coated tongue and deep throat. He sightly rotated the baked good's body, and inserted him feet first into his maw. The host didn't want the croissant's horns to poke his insides, so it was a good idea putting him in breech position (plus head first makes me a bit claustrophobic). A wave of cozy warmth hit the eliminated contestant right as he went in. Not the type of uncomfortable humid miserable summer heat, but the type of snug warmth from a cozy fireplace while sipping hot chocolate in December. Even during July, the temperatures in wherever CFMOT takes place are absolutely frigid. So it would be a blessing from Sushigod if you were surrounded by this much warmth after a long day outside in the icy weather. Kura slightly flinched when the saliva splashed his buttery skin. Speaking of butter, the purple Cyrillic took the time to savor the French baked good's delicious taste. A layer of blush dusted the pastry's face as his consumer's purple tongue swiped at his body. "Mmm, so vkusnyy~" Yoshka commented at Kurasan's yummy taste. "Chto?! There's chocolate too?!" Kurasan wasn't an ordinary croissant; He had sweet chocolate in his core. Which is 10 times better than the regular croissants they serve at hotel breakfasts. The pastry was starting to enjoy being food. It was like he was getting his own personal attention, as if someone was taking good care of him. Yoshka tilted his head back, causing Kura to slide into his soft esophagus. It was the time. Right before the baked good was sent to his tummy, The sweet gentle host opened his mouth, allowing Kurasan to see the light of day for one last time... Then, everything went pitch black. The little snack shut his eyes and braced himself for the worst, if the worst were to happen. Yoshka put a soft hand on his neck, tilted back, and swallowed; Sending the pastry down into his squishy throat. ------------------- Due to Kura being quite big in comparison to Yoshka's narrow throat and his rough texture, the first swallow didn't push him all the way down; It would require multiple swallows for the peristalsis to really kick in. Kurasan felt a little uneasy with the sudden change in pressure, eyes still shut, breathing deeply as instructed by Yoshka. On the flip side, being in the tight confines was quite relaxing. The muscles are around were gently massaging every inch of the stressed croissant's body. It felt very similar to receiving a massage at a spa after a long exhausting day at work. Yes, it was a bit gross. Objects don't normally get massages inside of other objects' throats. If word got out to Band that Kura loved being inside of digestive systems, he would never hear the end of it. Just then, the walls around him contracted, constricting the contestant very tightly. It was another gulp. The poor baked good squinted in discomfort; He really didn't like being compressed to the point of tears. Perhaps Yoshka was lying, in order to console him. Another uncomfortably dense swallow. Kura was on the verge of tears. "Please. Make this end..." He sniffled. As he was about to cry, he felt a gentle soothing pressure on his back from the outside. It was Yoshka, softly stroking the huge bulge in his neck that was formed by Kurasan. The croissant's stiff body began to relax, and his breathing became stable again. Eyes still shut, but more relaxed instead of tense. "It's okay, sweetheart. The first few swallows are quite uncomfortable, but the worst is over." Yoshka reassured, continuing to lovingly caress the lump in his neck. Kurasan adored the affection he was receiving. And the host was right; The esophagus walls had slightly loosened, now not being so tight. But, there was still a gentle pressure squeezing on his body. It was the rhythmic muscle contractions of peristalsis. It felt so relieving, a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. Yoshka continued to swallow, sending the croissant deeper and deeper into his digestive tract. Kurasan's eyes were closed in pleasure; He was so close to sleep. Plus, the heartbeat and breathing had returned, this time being way much more audible and calming. Just then, his legs hit a tight ring of muscle. The ring soon opened and pushed Kurasan through, depositing him inside of Yoshka's cushy stomach. ---------------------------- Sensing the presence of food, the gastric walls immediately tightened around Kurasan. He let out a deep sigh, letting out all of the stress. He was immediately comforted by the soft cushiony walls, radiating warmth, and ESPECIALLY the gurgles. Yoshka's once empty belly was now growling loudly in satisfaction. Kura was so happy to be even closer his noisy tummy. On the outside, Yoshka put a hand on his taut swollen belly, letting out a few tired exhales. Swallowing someone who is half the size of you and cramming them into your small stomach was quite exhausting. But the experience was still pretty blissful. His empty starving belly was now full to the brim, at its absolute limit. This made up for him skipping his meals. "How is it in there, Kura?" Yoshka asked his snack, his other hand slowly rubbing his huge groaning tummy that carried the eliminated contestant. "Ahhhhhhhhh... so soft~ so warm~ so heavenly~ ahhhh~" The croissant was completely comforted in his soothing belly. He was drooling out of satisfaction. It was heaven. Pure heaven. To Kura, Yoshka's mouth was no longer seen as a threat, rather, it was the gates to Utopia. This was better, so much better than the Socka experience. He let out a soft moan as the tummy walls massaged and squeezed his body all over. "I didn't expect you to love my tummy so much~ Although, I wouldn't blame you. I love stomachs too. Rubbing them, listening to them, being inside of them, pure delight after a horrible event. It is actually seen as normal for us Cyrillics. Everyone does it~" The bloated letter admitted. "H-Hey, what are you d-doing dearie?!" Yoshka let out a few snickers as Kurasan was exploring his insides. The baked good adored the walls so much that he pressed his hands against the wet slimy smooth walls, rubbing and pinching them lovingly, making the body that he was in quite ticklish. "Axaxaxaxaxaa! S-Stop s-sweethehaxaxaxaxaxa!!" (In Russian, the x symbol replaces the H). The lavender letter laughed loudly as the crossiant poked and played with his stomach from the inside. If he thought about it, Yoshka was really upset and melancholic earlier. And now, he was laughing happily, enjoying every moment. His plan had worked; All Yoshka needed was a filling meal. He was anticipated to digest into a slurry and give the Cyrillic plentiful nutrients, to make him feel even better. "Oh Kurasan!" The purple letter playfully poked his full stomach, giving the object inside a little tease. The blush was overwhelming at this point, for both of them. The French pastry flinched at the pokes, nearly falling. But the soft gastric tissues caught him. "So that's how you wanna play it, eh?" Kura smirked before shoving his hands and legs onto the mucus coated walls and kneading them to near death. Visible tiny bulges from his movement could be seen from Yoshka's large taut blissful tummy. The soft yet lively kneading made him blush intensely, while giving him tingles down his non existent spine. A cloud of hearts floated above his head, clearly showing he was enjoying the feeling of having someone literally inside of you. "Ahhhh, keep moving dearie! It feels nice~" The 7th Russian Alphabet letter requested, patting his soft belly. Kurasan, upon hearing this, decided to fully embrace and worship the Cyrillic's stomach. He tightly hugged the gooey walls, returning the favor for hugging him, while continuing to massage his insides with his legs. However, he took it one step further: By rubbing his face up against the comfy tummy walls. "Such a soft warm tummy~ I love it so much... Ahhhh~" The baked good felt as if they had been mind controlled to only focus on the cozy belly he was in. He idolized it even more by placing kisses and pecks on the walls, making Yoshka quite embarrassed. The Cyrillic continued to rub the soft bumps that Kura was making with his movements. It felt so nice. Kurasan paused his affection towards his stomach, taking a short break. Feeling a wet spot near his feet, the contestant glanced down, only to find that his feet were submerged in a pool of gastric acids secreted by the Slav's stomach walls. The liquid was a bit hot, but to Kura, it felt about 41°C (105°F for anybody who lives in the states), the temperature of a revitalizing hot spring. In fact, being in the letter's tummy felt like receiving a full body massage, being in a sauna, and being in an onsen all at the same time. It felt so refreshing. And the host was right; The fluids felt tingly on his skin, as if tiny fairies were nibbling at his buttery croissant of a body. His belly let out a few loud growls, startling Yoshka a bit. "Ah, looks like the digestive process is happening." He put another soft hand on his huge lavender stomach. The little digesting pastry inside felt the pressure of the Russian Alphabet letter's paw. He returned the favor put pressing his tiny paw on the same area from the inside, causing Yoshka to show a soft smile. "I suggest that you try to get some sleep. You will eventually fall into a deep sleep, but I just want to make sure you are unconscious before the temperature gets warmer and the acids get to a deeper part of your skin. I do not want there to be pain involved." The host barely knew Kurasan, but he was so caring about the croissant's safety, making sure that the experience will not hurt. "Falling asleep isn't difficult, as the fluffy walls, cozy heat, and gentle movements will put you right to bed. And if you have really really severe insomnia, I'd be happy to use my Spat' magic on you." "Yoshka," The baked good pushed up against the walls yet again, trying to get his consumer's attention. "Hmm? Are you having trouble sleeping?" "No. You know what happens to food about a day after you eat it. Please tell me that I'm not gonna have to, you know, exit out of the pryamaya kishka." Kura shuttered in disgust just thinking about it. "Oh no no no no no no no. Us Cyrillics do not waste any food, so our intestines absorb everything that goes in them. We don't even have rectums or anuses! Thankfully, there is no waste left over. In the end, every part of your body will be stored as purple tummy fat, which will sustain me for a long time." The Russian reassured the scared pastry. The snack blushed at the thought of becoming soft cushy fat on the adorable host's belly. Yoshka's fluffy form was already cute but it would be even cuter if his tummy was floofier and more cuddly. Kurasan got comfy inside of his gastric chamber, laying down and allowing the soft pillows of the walls gently massage and squeeze him in every inch of his croissant shaped form. He opened his tired eyes, one last time. Bright and shiny stars could be seen among a meadow of lavender clouds, accompanied by the sweet natural scent of sugar plums. Was this a dream? "Oh, I forgot to inform you that there are mist-like gases in my stomach that are byproducts of digestion. They won't hurt you but they can cause hallucinations if inhaled. They are very pleasant mirages though, and they smell like sweet candies. So no need to worry. But just letting you know that you might see dreamlike images." The fog made Kura so much more calm. It would definitely assist him with his attempt at sleep. Making it even better, Yoshka gently stroked him from the outside. Whenever the Russian letter had trouble sleeping, Kratcy would tenderly rub his head and diaeresis to aid him. The slow docile relaxed movements always put him to bed in an instant. So why not try it on his snack. -------------------------- Kurasan closed his eyes and wrapped his arms and legs around himself, taking the time to let everything sink in. He was embracing and savoring every little thing that was happening to him. The soft walls, radiant warmth, refreshing acids, soothing noises, Yoshka's affection, he loved every second of it. The pastry felt so safe and secure inside of the Symbolar protecting him. He didn't need to worry about Knify, or Kratcy, or the competition, or Band. Every single kilogram of the heavy weight on his shoulders was lifted away in relief. It was a hug. A warm safe comforting hug, but closer. But better. This was better than being transformed into an object. In fact, he felt sorry for the other contestants, whose souls were trapped in yarn and a picture frame. Kura's soul, however, would be confined as a layer of snuggly fat on the kind host's tummy. Which was so much better. He was very thankful for Yoshka's hospitality and overwhelming kindness. But most importantly, he was thankful for Yoshka gifting him a pleasant safe experience to help him recover from the traumatic Socka one. Before his departure into dreamland, he heard Yoshka's squeaky voice one more time. "Spokoynoy Nochi, dearie~ <3" --------------------- "Yoshka, ya dom!" Kratcy, the 11th letter in the Russian Alphabet, had just gotten back home from the long hiatus from the contest, along with hosting yesterday's challenge. He arrived to his husband's bedroom, only to find a chubbier lavender E with cute diaeresis, napping cutely; Possibly dreaming about sweet sugarplums. The red Cyrillic smiled, then proceeded to wake him. Yoshka opened his starry eyes to his lover rubbing the sentient fat that used to be Kurasan. He couldn't help but to blush a deep violet. "Aah, Kratcy! I missed you dearie!" The purple letter reached up over his belly to give his husband a soft "welcome back" hug. "Hehe, I missed you too Yoshka." Kratcy quickly leaned in for a brief kiss, before placing the violet Cyrillic back on the soft blankets. "I can see that you have followed my rules and had taken care of Kurasan's elimination." The red "short I" could not help but to stare at the excess fluff on Yoshka's tummy. Just like every other letter in the Russian script, he had an obsession for this stuff. Everyone did. The lavender letter smirked. "You want to play with it, don't you, I Kratkoye~" The blushy violet Cyrillic teased, slightly pawing his fat tummy, causing Kratcy to sweat and blush in embarrassment; Especially considering that he said his pet name. Yoshka snickered. "Xexe, go ahead, you deserve it dearie!" As soon as he finished his sentence, Kratcy leaped onto the bed like a jaguar, and rushed over to his husband to give his belly mountainloads of affection and love. As for Kurasan, it was the best day of his life. Despite currently being in a deep sleep as sentient fat, he could still feel every touch, rub, poke, and kiss that was happening to him. Pure bliss~ <3 "Yoshka, bol'shoye tebe spasibo." ~The End~