“Hey! Catch her!”
“Don’t let her get away”
Running through a snowy forest in a long Kimono dress was not the plan Licsoku had for her day, but now, thanks to a botched attempt at scoring some free food, the long-haired Futakuchi Onna was running ankle-deep through the drift.
Her bare feet were surprisingly adept at traversing such environments, and quite cold resistant, but there was a different reason that she could hear her pursuers getting closer by the moment.
Spying a large rock to her left, the Yokai quickly changed course towards it. She slipped underneath the overhang, spotting suddenly that her footprints were going to give her away. With a quick darting motion, her long black hair rose up around her head like tentacles, lashing at the snow and smoothing its surface. With mere moments to spare Licsoku withdrew her hair just as they were upon her.
A trio of men, covered in rigged armor with demonic face-plates stopped, their long Katanas gleaming in the reflected light.
“The tracks end here” one pointed out.
“The demon must have taken to the treetops” a second pointed out.
“Straight ahead then, let us bring her back to the Shogun!” the third one stated, egging them on as they continued forwards.
Licsoku sighed as their crunching footfalls fell silent as they ran into the distance. This was her third failure this month. The easiest and most familiar way for a Futakuchi Onna to find food was to trick people; this was why the entire race looked like beautiful long-haired women. Their strategy would be to find a stately home on a cold evening and wander up to their door, shivering as they pretended to be lost and needing shelter for the night. Once the owner of the home lets them in they would act naturally, keeping the act up until everyone else falls asleep. This is where phase two came in.
The Futakuchi would feign sleep, getting up in the middle of the night to locate the houses food stores and larders. Sitting themselves with their back to the food, the Futakuchi’s hair then gets to work. The long tendrils grab everything they can reach, and bring them towards the back of her head. This opens up to reveal a second mouth, brimming with sharp teeth strong enough to bite through solid steel. The tendrils stuff the mouth with as much speed and gluttony as they can, as the Futakuchi’s belly swells and swells, thanks to their natural stretchiness, until she looks full term with child.
Once she had had more food than a human would eat in a month, the Futakuchi gingerly rises to her feet, her hair going lank once more as she cradles her full stomach tenderly, and leaves via the nearest exit. To an onlooker she appears as simply a mother-to-be going about her day-to-day business.
Normally Futakuchi only ate like this rarely, allowing them to go back to slim and frail-looking. But Licsoku had had a good string of luck for quite a while (several short-sighted house-owners had contributed to this), meaning she had not slimmed back down to her usual self. Now Licsoku sported a thick round belly that sat on her thighs at all times, thick tree-trunk-like thighs, plump arms and a round face. This made her a dead give-away whenever she tried to score a free meal; resorting to her being chased across the snowy landscape.
This wouldn’t have happened if Licsoku had not eaten so much once she realised she was on a streak of success’s; but her greedy nature got the better of her, meaning within a month she had eaten enough food to last a single human a year.
Now though she was starving…fat and starving, what a wonderful ironic combination…
Grumbling to herself, Licsoku grabbed the pale pudge that resided beneath her long dress and huffed, her breath turned into visible particles in front of her as she contemplated her next move. Repeatedly picking up and dropping the weighty sack of fat, she considered her options.
She could try moving to another area? The landscape would be unfamiliar, but people there might not have heard of creatures that look like women, but steal your food in the night. Or she could try one of the local monasteries, they were quite happy to hand food out…it wouldn’t be much but it would be something. Or she could keep trying other homesteads, perhaps if she was careful she could be more tactful with her appetite and stick around for a while?
Decisions decisions…
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