Kween of Hunger

Kween of hunger.

AN: Buckle up kids it’s time for another commissioned WG fic.  That said unlike that last one this one just might turn out like Swelling With Love to only be a part of a continuing deeply engrossing many part tale.  At least as long as I have time and manage to come up with some good ideas.  Anyway I wrote this story for RounderSofter (roundersofter.deviantart.com/) who did that pic of Susan for me not to long ago, he enjoyed it and I hope you will to!


“Are you sure this is safe Lila?”  Lila the female thief glowered at her guide on this particular excursion.  The guide in question Kaylee was a dark elf with purple skin and bright pink hair arranged in a mohawk of sorts that could best be compared to the peculiar arrangement of feathers frequently found on a cockatoo’s head.  

Besides gender, the only thing she and Lila had in common was style of dress.  They were both wearing short vests (Lila’s was brown and had long sleaves while Kaylee’s was blue and had the sleaves torn off) and extremely short pairs of pants designed to show off their shapely legs.  At the moment Lila was holding a lit torch and used it gesture emphatically in the direction from which they’d come.  

“Look Kay, do you remember the poisoned darts?”  The elf nodded empathically.  

“Do you remembered the bunch of spears that shot out of the wall and already had some impaled upon them?”   Another stiff nod.  

“And do you remember the part where we had to cross a floor where some of the sections of it fell away if we stepped in the wrong place?”  A third nod, and clearly her words were brining up a memory that Kaylee would just as soon forget.  

“Do you remember the spinning blade that nearly took your head off?”  One more mute nod accompanied by a look of barely suppressed animalistic fear in its giver’s eyes.  

“The giant rolling stone ball that chased after us down that hallway and nearly turned us both into jelly?”  Kaylee’s lips were starting to quiver slightly.  

“That weird sign warning about ‘severe tire damage’ what ever the heck tires are?”  It was at this point that the thief’s guide could take no more.  

“Umm... could you get to the point already?”  Lila nodded rubbing her bare hands together.  

“Gladly.  I’m saying that we’ve already made our way through every single possible pitfall this place could possibly have to throw at us.  Now we’re just a hop, skip, and a jump short of all that suffering and possible loss and limb paying off with loot, loads and loads of loot, so much loot that we need to spend some of it to take care of the expenses related to hauling the rest of it away!”  Kaylee did not seem quite so optimistic about their future prospects.

“Umm, could you raise that torch a little so that I can read the inscription up ahead?”  Lila obliged at once since her guide’s ability to read the mystic runes which had littered this particular labyrinth had already proved quite useful several times when it came to keeping the two in one still breathing piece.  The dark elf’s right index finger awkwardly waved from left to right, and then back again as she slowly worked over the inscription in her mind.  She repeated the process a full five times before finally speaking up.  

“It’s hard to be completely sure, but I think it says ‘through these doors leads the way to greed and gluttony beyond measure’ if I’m not mistaken.”  Lila shrugged as she began to walk forwards towards the open doorway above which the recently translated plaque lay.  

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, big freaking deal.  Greed beyond measure sounds just about right to me, now lets go see if we can’t find ourselves something nice and shiny, not to mention nice and expensive!”  Kaylee followed slowly, her foot falls echoing loudly through the considerable amounts of empty space surrounding them.

“Li, are you sure it’s a good idea to break into the tomb of the greatest naga queen that ever lived?”  Lila smiled as the light projected from the torch was cast upon something that gave off a golden glimmer.  

“Oh my sweet gods, moneygasam!”  Before them lay an especially large coffin which was completely and utterly filled with golden coins.  Without another word Lila jumped into the coffin and began to frolic back and forth in it doing a rather impressive backstroke.

“Kaylee, you’ve got to try this, it’s the most fun you’ll ever have, trust me!”  Kaylee didn’t seem to be about to go for a metallic swim however.  

“Look, are you completely sure that we’re the only ones in here?”  Lila began to break into a quick backstroke through the river of gold.  

“Of course I’m sure that.... okay maybe we’re not...”  She very slowly began to get out of the coffin and started to toss load after load of golden coins onto the floor.  As she did so, it became clear that apparently the coffin might not have been quite so full of precious metals as the two had originally inspected.  Indeed there was the small issue of there apparently being a large naga also laying in the coffin.  

“Wow, umm, okay, that’s an awkward thing to find literally in bed with our loot, but hey better we know about it now than after we wasted precious time and even more precious money trying to haul it off right?  Even more importantly, we knew about this before we started trying to figure out how to split the loot.  I mean lets face it, we’d both end up look pretty stupid trying to buy food with a coffin full of dead naga!”  Kaylee took another long look at the blue skinned and scaled naga who had on a bright purple bra and vibrant red hair.  

“Umm Lila...”  

“Though at least this scaly bitch had taste when she was alive.  I mean when I die I can’t think of anything better to have done to my body than be buried in gold.”  

“Lila, I don’t think this naga is dead.”  Lila looked up from the pile of golden coins she’d been amassing around her legs.  

“What do you mean?  Come on, she’s obviously dead, I mean people don’t just decide to build tombs to themselves and decide to burry their bodies in gold and stay there for about a thousand years because they feel like it!  It’s passed on, this naga is no more, it has ceased to be, it has expired and gone to meet its maker, this is a late naga!  It’s a stiff, bereft of life, it rests in peace, if it wasn’t stuck in this coffin it would be pushing up the daisies!  It has rung down the curtain and gone to join the celestial quire, this is an ex-naga!”  

Just as Lila finished reciting this rather impressive list, all of a sudden a piece of brittle parchment that hung across the naga’s eyes broke into a thousand small scraps, and the naga itself crawled out of its coffin, wrapped all six of its arms around Kaylee’s body, opened its mouth to a ludicrous degree, and the last Lila ever saw of her guide was her legs vanishing into the naga’s mouth.  

“And this...”  Said the naga impudently rubbing her promptly bloating belly.  “Is a dead dark elf.  You weren’t too fond of her were you?  I hate to say it, but that scream of terror was the last you’ll hear from her.”  She paused and let out a loud belch before covering her mouth with one of her hands.  

“Whoops, apparently I spoke too soon.”  Lila looked the naga up and down, from the top most strand of her crimson hair to the tip of her blue tail, and it was at that point she suddenly understood that saying about how birds which were foolish enough to look right into a snake’s eyes found themselves to be instantly paralysed and utterly unable to take flight.  

For example at that moment every single part of Lila’s mind was telling her that she should be heading back out the door of the tomb leaving behind this naga and never, never ever looking back  That was what she wanted to do, and yet for some reason, she stood there and actually bothered to answer the naga’s question.  

“Not really to tell you the truth...”  The naga smiled and licked her lips slithered towards Lila taking her own sweet time about the process.

“Well that’s good.  By the way, I’m sure that you’ll be glad to know that for freeing me from the spell that left me, the mighty Kween, imprisoned within that coffin for far too long I’m going to reward you handsomely...”  Lila put on her most insincere smile and cupped her hands together.  

“Well, that’s, very nice of you...”  As she said those words she couldn’t help but think that after all there had to be at least a small (make that minuscule) chance that her reward would be in the form of some of that gold the naga had been buried in.  

“So um, do I get to chose my reward?”  Kween’s far too generous smile made it quite clear that Lila would be making very few choices in the immediate future.

“Oh no, I simply think that I’ll have you for dinner, breakfast, lunch dinner again, and a few other meals along the way.”  Lila finally managed to do something, she took one single piddling step backwards and drew herself up to her full extremely unimpressive height.  

“Look, if you’re just going to eat me then I’d prefer that you spare me the pithy quips and just get it over with.”  Kween pouted, the look of doubtlessly faked innocent and indignation was painfully at odds with the still discernible bludge of Kaylee working it way through the naga’s body.

“Oh now I’m hardly going to eat you, quite the opposite in fact!”  Lila felt a slight sense of hope stir within her, to her the opposite of being eaten by the naga would be eating the naga.  Of course how she was suppose to swallow something as large as Kween she had no idea.

“Allow me to set the table for you and properly fill the pantry as well!”  All of a sudden a strange symbol appeared on Kween’s belly as she waved two of her three sets of arms back and forth.  The symbol looked either like some kind of strange circle with multiple jagged protrusions from it pointing towards the naga’s belly button, or the all encompassing mouth of some kind of monster.   

Either way, before Lila’s very eyes all traces of dust vanished from the room and several unlit torches burst into life.  Several pantries suddenly opened up and were completely full of food.  Lila looked at it sighed and then took another step away from the naga.  

“Wow, that’s very kind of you and all, but I recently ate and you see I’m really full.  Simply couldn’t eat another bite....”  In response Kween began to curl her rather plump coils around Lila’s body making it impossible to for her to get away.  

“Oh I’m afraid that isn’t going to be an option.  Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to put a spell on you so that you’ll digest extra fast and since it speeds up your metabolism you’ll even be able to loose some of the weight you gain from all the food you’re about to eat.  So go ahead, snack to your hearts content...”  Looking at the belly belonging to the naga which held her Lila was able to make out the strange symbol appearing once again, leading her to conclude that it only became visible whenever Kween was doing magic.  

Lila wiggled back and forth as best she could, but all her thiefly skills at escaping from iron chains were useless while she was held in the grip of Kween’s body.  “Really you’re still not in the mood?  What a shame.  You know in my days people had a sensible approach to this kind of thing, food was rare so those who could afford plenty of it stuffed themselves and were worshiped because of their size.  So you see, a naga of my stature simply can’t allow herself to have a servant who looks as scruffy and illbegotten as you do.  And if you won’t take care of the problem your current figure represents, I suppose I’ll just have to do it myself!”  

The naga began to slide across the floor dragging Lila with her.  Then she wrapped two of her hands around the thief’s mouth and waved two of them back and forth.  Food began to fly out of the pantry and land before them along with lots and lots of water.  She picked up two large pastries covered in frosting and smiled about as sweetly as they looked.  “Last chance for you to be a good little girl and feed yourself...”  Lila shook her head vigorously, unable to muster the energy to say a single word.  

“Suit yourself...”  Then she used the two hands she had placed on Lila’s mouth to pry it open and promptly shoved one of the pastries down Lila’s throat.  After that Kween used one pair of hands to work Lila cheeks back and forth forcing her to chew while yet another rubbed her captive’s chin prompting her to swallow.  When it was all over the blue naga beamed brightly.   

“There we go that’s one down, now only a dozen dozens to go!”  Lila let out a pathetic whimper.  

“Oh god that’s gross to think about...”  

“A gross actually.”

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“There we go that’s the last of them, now don’t you go running away on me the moment I turn my back...”  Kween began to uncoil herself from around Lila who just stood there awkwardly.  There was precocious little chance that she could run away at the moment, no matter how much she wanted.  Given her current frame the most she’d be able to do was to waddle along while using both of her hands to support her swollen stomach.  

Moving much faster than her prisoner possibly could dream of Kween slithered over towards the opening of the tomb.  Then she began to curl herself up into a giant ball of coils.  Then she gazed out at Lila, while every single one of the naga’s hands patted the still digesting dark elf within her.  

“Ahh that was fun.  Now I’m going to go take a nice long nap.  You can do whatever you want till I wake up at which point it will time for both of us to have a nice big breakfast!  By the way here’s a privy in back that I’m sure you’ll want to be making use of fairly soon.  Make yourself at home!”  With that she closed her eyes and began to snore slightly, her body shifting back and forth but all the same utterly blocking the door the tomb.  

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Seeing no other choice in the matter, Lila began to wonder around and get aquatinted with her new prison.  Sure enough she did make use of the privy that Kween had mentioned and while it did a fair bit to reduce the feeling that made her wonder if she wasn’t about to burst apart at the seams, it had precious little effect upon her figure.

A figure that several times she found herself gazing at in a large mirror that was just the right size for a very large naga, and thus more than big enough for one bloated thief.  One very bloated thief based upon what she saw every time she shot a glance at the mirror in question.

Her previously svelte physique was gone, instead she had a bloated belly, breasts that were starting to droop rather noticeably and thighs that seemed to rub together with every step she took.  

“Well at least I’m still alive...”  Her huge belly gurgled slightly and she sighed.  Lila was apparently was only alive for as long as it would take Kween to turn her into a giant blob and then feed her so much that her belly burst.  Suffice to say, there were more pleasant ways to imagine yourself dying, and certainly countless ones which would cause her to leave behind a more photogenic corpse when all was said and done.  

“Okay, stay calm, I just have to find a way to get out of here before I come to the blubbery end she has planed for me.”  Of course getting out of the tomb was easier said than done due to the twenty foot long naga blocking the main (and to all appearances only) exit.

With no idea exactly what to do she began to work her way through the one thing in the room that was well stocked as the pantries, the bookshelves.  Most of them were sadly apparently either some kind of cookbook or record of ancient history which would have been dry enough reading when it was first created let alone several hundred years after the fact.

Then she got lucky and found one something that seemed like a spell book written in a language that she could actually understand!  Lila pawed through it and unfortunately discovered that for the most part it was filled with spells to summon food, ignite torches, or preform other miscellaneous tasks.  

Just as Lila was starting to feel like she had just wasted a considerable portion of her remaining hours upon the world, she got to the last page.  She read the inscription of what the spell did, then read it again twice, and a third time after that just to be completely sure.  She read the title aloud slowly while caressing the page.  

“A spell to bind foes preventing them from moving or using magic!”  She felt a cackle working its way up from the bottom of her bloated belly.  Then she carried the book over to the sleeping naga and began to cast the spell.  

As she recited the last word of the necessary incantation  there was a puff of smoke and when it vanished Kween was now laying strapped down to a piece of wood with several metal cuffs holding her body and tail down along with a different one for reach of the naga’s six arms.  Kween’s eyes slowly opened, and she thrashed around for a few moments before realizing she was trapped.

“So...”  She said the word icily enough that if it hadn’t been for her protective layers of warming fat covering her body Lila’s blood might have frozen then and there.  But as it was she bore up broadly under the naga’s gaze.  

“That’s right, now the glove is on the other hand!  At least it would be if either of us wore gloves.”  Kween did not seem to be so much frightened as bored by her present situation.  

“For a while at least, but only until the spell wears off.”  Lila proudly hefted the book from which she had cast the spell as if it was the most valuable treasure in the world.  

“That’s what you think, then I can just cast it again!”  Kween laughed at her captive come captor for almost a full minute.  

“Oh that’s a good one, if I had a hand free I’d be using it to wipe the tears from my eyes!  That’s not a spell book, it’s a collection of scrolls, you can only cast each spell once!”  Lila slowly opened the book to the page in question indeed it was now completely blank, she at once dropped the book like it was a festering corpse.

“So what, I just have to make sure that you’re done with by the time the spell wears off.”  Once again Kween didn’t seem particularly frightened.  

“How do you plan to do that exactly?”  Lila looked around, the tomb was indeed completely empty of all manner of weapons and she very much doubted she’d be able to ring the naga’s neck.  That was when an idea struck her.  

“I’ll just do to you what you were going to do to me!”  She raced off (at least as much as her lumbering awkward frame could be described as racing) and returned with a large pot full of honey held in her hands.  

“Open wide your majesty!”  Kween to her surprise did just that and Lila tipped the golden liquid down the naga’s throat causing the naga’s body to bludge out even further than its meal of still not completely digested dark elf had.  Luckily the magical restraints seemed to instantly resize themselves to adjust to this change in their restrainee’s figure.  Once the last of the honey was gone Kween smacked her lips eagerly.  

“Ahh that really hit the spot!”  Lila was as yet undeterred.  

“You might have liked that, but let’s see how you feel about it after you’ve had a couple more gallons of it!” She once again headed off to make a fast wobble to the pantry and when she returned Kween was smiling.  

“I should warn you, because of some spells I cast upon myself I only get bigger and stronger the more I eat.”  Lila slowly lifted the second honey pot towards the naga’s lips.  

“You’re lying.”  Kween only had time for two more words before another onrush of honey flowed down her lips.  

“Try me!”  Once that pot had been emptied the six arm naga's smile had grown even broader, along with the rest of her body.  

“You know something tells me you and I are going to have a lot of fun together!”  Lila just scowled and began her third treck to the still very well stocked pantries.