Mimi pounces on Petra.

Mira—no, Mimi now—blinked up at Petra with glossy, Gamma-green eyes, her pupils swallowing all sense of reason in dilated pools of hunger. The last wisps of human memory dissolved like sugar in water, leaving only a throbbing, primal need. This place—this weird, loud place with its towering humans and strange smells—was wrong. She should be in the forest, rutting against mossy logs or gnawing on the bones of unlucky travelers. But none of that mattered now.

Because she’d found someone to FUCK.

"Ooooh…" Mimi cooed, her voice a sticky-sweet purr as she nuzzled against Petra’s trembling thigh. The scent of fear and sweat and something better flooded her nostrils, making her drool. Her stubby fingers hooked into the hem of Petra’s skirt, tugging with impatient, clawed urgency. "Mimi wants… Mimi needs—"

Petra choked out a whimper, her back pressed flat against the lockers as the tiny goblin woman pawed at her with shameless desperation. "M-Mira, stop—please—"

But Mimi didn’t know that name. Didn’t care. Her tongue lolled out, thick and wet, dragging a sloppy stripe up Petra’s inner thigh through the thin fabric of her tights. The taste—oh fuck, the taste—sent a jolt of electric need straight to Mimi’s throbbing cunt. Her hips jerked, grinding against nothing as she keened, high and needy.

"Mine," she giggled, the word bubbling up between guttural little gasps. Then, without warning, she buried her face under Petra's skirt and very much between Petra’s legs, mouthing hungrily at the dampening fabric of her panties. The cotton strained under her teeth, saliva soaking through in seconds as Mimi inhaled her, nostrils flaring.

Petra’s knees buckled. "N-no—ah!"

Mimi didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Her claws shredded the tights with a single, frantic rip, exposing the soaked lace beneath. A shudder wracked her tiny body—so close, so close—before she latched onto the panties with her teeth and pulled.

The fabric tore like tissue.

Petra’s scream dissolved into a strangled moan as Mimi’s tongue dove in, deep, lapping at her with frenzied, sloppy strokes. The goblin’s nose pressed flush against her clit, her breath hot and ragged as she ate, lips sealing around Petra’s pussy with obscene suction.