FLESH PROJECT 25 - The Incredible Edible Mikura

FLESH PROJECT 25

The Incredible Edible Mikura

(Author's note: Feedback and PM's welcome. This is done for two reasons- because I enjoy it, and to entertain people who enjoy the same things as I do. Don't be shy- one good way to keep a writer writing is to let it be known that you like his or her work. Suggestions for this saga/future projects are always encouraged. Have a favorite character you want to see more of? Chime in!.)

(Author's additional note: Not much futa in this chapter.)

========================================================================

The significance of the return of light to the Flesh Project compound was only so weighty as the events that took place in the immediate aftermath of that return. As the lights flickered back into operation, so too did the Project itself flicker back into existence, tentative at first in the wake of an unprecedented shutdown. For most of the trapped humanity within, the hum of the air circulators was reassuring- but the return to light and business as usual was a blessing to some and a disappointment to others who had cherished the darkness and the unsurveilled moments it had brought.

Mikura, who had been dissuaded from taking cleaning products from the dispensary to scrub the hallway floor by glowlight, arrived at her room wearing a green hospital gown and carrying a small laundry basket containing her pee-soaked blue skirt and panties. Though her immediate inclination was to whip up a nice batch of cookies before settling in to bed, she was interrupted by April, who met her halfway to the kitchen and simply stared at her with wide and watering eyes. The two simply regarded each other in the silence for a moment, with April unconcerned with Mikura’s strange garb and Mikura wondering if it was fear of the dark that had caused her young friend to start up again with the waterworks- and then April walked forward and hugged Mikura around the waist, pressing her pretty head up against the older woman’s shoulder as she nuzzled into her with affection.

“Miss April, were you scared?” asked Mikura, rubbing the top of the young girl’s head while holding the laundry basket against one hyper-voluptuous hip. “It’s ok, everything is fine now.”

“No,” said April, still hugging with all of her tiny might. “No, I wasn’t scared.”

“Oh…” said Mikura, suddenly confused. She used a gen