(Side Story) The Devouring Head Meets A New Pup

Devoratora Capult stepped through the halls, watching her girls work their way through the classes. Even though she would have loved to join the fighting herself, she wanted her pups to take The Adam for their own esteem. Unfortunately for her, this left her with nothing to do but think about her niece, Zoe. Her sister immigrated to the States ten years before Zoe was born. Devoratora's only reason to suck up her pride, find an outfit that could actually fit, and fly over before it was time to take The Adam was to see her little bunny.

The fact Zoe was fighting against her today was like a pinprick on her heart. She only hoped Zoe could understand and forgive her after they all return to her village. She hoped she would call her "Auntie Dora" again, with her big bucktoothed grin. Devoratora pat her empty womb, which she hoped would be blessed with a child soon.

"I hope you grow up like your cousin..."

Suddenly, Devoratora heard a bizarre noise coming from the stairwell. It sounded like a lynx trying to imitate a boar's mating call. Perplexed, Devoratora moved over, only to see a small girl jutting her lower jaw out, making a weird guttural noise in exertion. She wore only an oversized shirt, her butt peeking out every time she made another grunt.

"Uhhh, hello?" Devoratora asked, slightly creeped out. Did this girl have a brain fungus? The girl spun around, her weirdly glittery eyes bugging out when she registered the 7 foot tall nude woman.

"Jeez-sus, are you here for Sam too? Damnit, I just can't win." Nebula said, dejectedly. Devora chuckled, patting the girl on the head.

"Sorry, little one... Why are you uh... moaning?"

Nebula grumbled.

"Sam is- You see, there's this guy, and he's been ignoring... a friend of mine. So I thought, 'Hey, my friend is super cool and smart, but maybe she just has a naturally weak jawline she's worried about', and if I fix that..." Nebula started to tear up.

Ah, another pup worried about The Adam. Devoratora felt she was very good at comforting the pups who were worried about him not liking them, even if she didn't really understand why his consent was so important.

Nebula blinked back her tears, continuing. "But wow, you look great! You gotta tell me your workout routine!"

Devoratora smiled softly. "Thank you, little one. What is your name?"

"Thanks. I'm Nebula."

"Hello, Nebula. I am Devoratora Capult." Devoratora patted Nebula on the shoulder. "What head do you serve under?"

"Oh, I'm... not with those guys..."

"Ahh... A lonely little pup..."

Devoratora lifted Nebula onto her lap, resting her chin on Nebula's head. Nebula twitched feeling the older woman's bristly groin rub her sensitive parts, but stayed still. Devoratora gently massaged Nebula's neck as she spoke.

"You wanted to know the secrets to how I look the way I do? You see, there's been a conspiracy to repress women from their natural genetic peak for thousands of years."

Nebula stiffened up hearing that, already hooked.

"The first secret is the suppression of how much vitamin D women need to process in a day. The value they tell you is actually dangerously small. However, if they ever explained the real recommended value, any clothing would be considered a violation of human rights! And then they lie, selling you fake supplements your body can't actually digest!"

"Oh, oh my god..." Nebula quickly threw her shirt off, hoping that she could make up for 18 years of (apparent) vitamin D deficiency. She flipped to face Devoratora, planting her face between her boobs, eyes glittering. "What else?"

"The second secret... is the endorphin response released during the female orgasm. Every hit of endorphin promotes muscle growth and a spike in energy reserves, letting you push yourself twice as hard during exercise, and cut down fat gain in dangerous area like your stomach and arms."

"That makes perfect sense! I'm so short, and I always want to cum so bad, so that's my body is telling me how to get swole!"

"Exactly!" Devoratora felt happy that someone understood the health benefits to her lifestyle.

"Uhh, do you mind if... I, uh, masturbate... right now? I need to get stronger..." Nebula's cheeks were rosy.

"Not at all..."

Devoratora grinned as Nebula slipped a hand between her legs, slowly fingering herself as she awaited more gospel from the older woman. Devoratora took the opportunity to slip a finger into herself as well, before continuing her talk. Nebula's orgasms came fast, spraying nectar onto the older woman's groin and hand as she went. Devoratora's orgasm took much longer, but had a visible intensity to it that made Nebula look on in awe. The two conspiracy theorist woman-children conversed as equals, exchanging ideas so powerful, the FDA and the Surgeon General himself would have killed them to cover it up. The school janitor, on the other hand, would have killed them if she saw the humongous puddle the two where leaving on the stairs.

"Haah- yeah, I shouldn't have gotten distracted by Zoe's plan, and should have just went straight to the head honcho herself!"

"Hmm... even I don't know the Nurturing Head's identity... but you say you -ohh- have figured it out?"

"Yep! From the start! In fact, now that Sam's not here, why don't we go give her a piece of our mind!"

Devoratora smiled. She had nothing better to do, and was slightly intrigued by the possibility that Nebula was right.

"I'll follow your lead, pup."