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Moving house always sucked, but this time was especially draining. Huttser was a bit bruised and battered, sore all over, and generally just completely, utterly exhausted. But he'd done it. The coyote was finally settled in, and after a day where he was awake from sunup to well past sundown, he wanted nothing more than to rest in his own bed, within the four walls of his new home. Just hitting the mattress after being on his feet for so long was better than sex. Relief went tenderly washing over his tired muscles and mind alike, leaving him feeling like gentle waves were lapping over him as he drifted towards the slumber he so badly needed. It was just a shame that the house was haunted.

He thought he was dreaming at first. Such sounds simply did not exist in the waking realm. The hellish, metallic scraping echoed up from beneath the floor. There was no mistaking it for rats. It was more like someone dragging something heavy along a stone floor. If that was the sound of the pipes, then he was not going to be sleeping well anytime soon. It was constant, distressing, screeching through the room as he tried to shut it out with a pillow over his head. He couldn't simply let it continue. Maybe something was malfunctioning, about to break, and that meant it would only be worse if he left it until morning.

His legs were shaky beneath him. His eyes were burning, barely open. He mostly navigated by feeling his way along the unfamiliar walls, creaking his way down the halls, following the urgent sound. Something was being damaged, he had no doubt about that. Clicking on every single light he could find along the way, he left his entire home bathed in illumination. The bulbs flicked as the chaotic noise continued down below, rattling the very walls. Something was definitely moving down there. And by the tremors he could feel passing along the floor beneath his feet, it was something big.

As much as he knew that the only solution was to keep going downwards, but he ignored such thoughts for a time, pacing about his home. The layout was strange and unfamiliar in the dark. He had only just arrived there, but he at least thought he knew his way around its rooms and corridors. Yet as he wandered back and forth, he felt like he kept discovering new places. Another room, filled with nothing, windowless, dusty, behind another nondescript door. As if the house itself was only getting bigger the longer he ignored the obvious path he needed to take. Every time he stepped near the basement door he was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread, like a weight firmly planted on his shoulders, making him turn tail and step away once more.

It was the aggravating screech and wail of the sound below that finally made him focus. He needed to stop it. He couldn't let fear put him in a daze like that. Turning once more, he strode with a sense of purpose until he finally got to the basement door. The sound wailed from behind that reinforced steel. That was one of the strangest parts of the place. He'd noticed it on moving in of course, but he never did get an explanation for it. The passage to the basement was unnecessarily secure, not just some wooden door but a sealed metal thing that looked like it might have once been used for a freezer. Or perhaps a prison cell.

It wasn't easy to open, either. Even once he'd removed the chain, clicked the lock, and moved aside the bolt, it wouldn't budge on his first tugs. He doubled up his grip, feeling the muscles in his overexerted arms weeping. It was going to take several massage sessions just to loosen up again after all the heavy lifting he'd done that day. His arms wobbled with the effort, but he still couldn't manage to pry his way into the basement. And all the while, the sound only grew, faster, louder, grinding at a breakneck pace. He could feel it rattling beneath his feet like the whole house was about to come down around him, gritting his teeth as the damnable, maddening cacophony seemed to pick away at his very mind, discordant, arrhythmic, drumming to a beat not meant for his ears until he couldn't even hear his own ragged breathing.

When the door finally flew open, he found himself staggering back, falling on his rear as the cold air swept over him. It was damp and humid down there. He could hear a faint trickling, a plink plink plink like a single drop of water hitting a metal sink. The horrid noise that had drawn him there was gone, replaced by water and silence. He could have gone back to bed, he knew, but he had come this far. He couldn't see the bottom of the stairs in the shadows and when he pulled on the chain for the light, he got no more than a dull, resounding click. But that was no big worry, because something was glowing down below to help guide him, one step at a time.

The faint, colourless illumination twinkled across the surface of the water below. He couldn't see the floor for the flooding. The entire basement was submerged, the last two steps of the staircase immersed in the murky depths. He took it one step at a time, trying to think about why he had never noticed such a thing before. Had a pipe burst in the night? Maybe he ought to have been furious, or distraught over the apparent damage. But he could only be curious, intrigued by what was down there making such sweet sounds as his mind became gradually aware of a song emanating from the darkness.

Hutts had heard it before. It had followed him through his thoughts all his life, echoing in memories both pleasant and less so. He had hummed it to himself countless times, wondering just where he had learned such a soothing lullaby. It helped him to sleep when he was anxious, and it brought him comfort when he was afraid. Yet in all his years he had never once learned where he had first heard it. Could never remember a name, nor an origin. And when he heard it down below, he was absolutely certain that he had never once heard it sung by the voice of someone else.

Something about that didn't feel right. Like it had been stolen from him, pried right out from his own mind. If the singer could see inside him, then what else could they do? Was no thought safe? Another step, another step, downwards and towards her, listening to the kind voice crooning wordless notes in the formless gloom of his basement. He didn't recognize it even with the glimmer all around granting him sight. He saw no walls, no pipes, not a single feature beyond the floor, twinkling and reflecting the colourless glow like moonlight. Sucking in a breath, he took his first step into the water, feeling it wrap around his ankles as if there were tendrils lurking beneath the surface.

The floor under his paws was breathing. He felt it swelling and sinking. The song became a dull moan, a throaty noise from just ahead. He stepped, and he shuddered, but not from the cold. It was growing warmer. The air was damp, but it soothed his lungs to breathe it. Like the calming stillness of a fresh spring day. He saw her silhouette amidst the eerie radiance she gave off, glistening upon her body. She granted him a smile that glowed like fireflies in the dark, a steady, sinister slash that he knew would never leave his mind.

Along with that smile were her six eyes, arranged in a pattern that left him feeling exposed. It was dark all around him, but he could see her. All the light was her own. It shone from her eyes, from her throat. She was a giant compared to him, towering, broad, massive, crouched low so that she might fit beneath the ceiling. If there even was one anymore. All around them the shadows danced to a silent rhythm, and yet the water remained still. He was numb, he was sore, and when he saw her reached a claw-bearing hand out for him, he wanted nothing more than to take it.

"Hello, Huttser," the monster said, her voice like music, a whole chorus that serenaded his skin, his mind. Her every fang gleam with the reflection of her glowing throat.

He felt a thousand things. Fear made him bite his lower lip, made him dig his fingers into his thighs as he looked her over. There was no doubt that she was something more than natural. Not creature in existence looked like her. Soft. Sleek. Slimy. She had curves that shouldn't have even been possible, an exceptionally ample bosom that he felt the urge to simply fall against. Hips that were wide and matronly. A broad, fat tail that vanished into the waters beneath them. And all of her was glistening, coated, dripping something clear and viscous. He hesitated, afraid, but he eyed her hand until she withdrew it.

"Are you afraid?" she asked him, and he nodded. Her smile never ceased, frozen upon her monstrous face. He could count her every fang. "I understand. Most are fearful when they first cross the threshold."

He wondered what that meant. Part of him wanted to look back over his shoulder to see what had changed behind them. To check whether the stairs were even still there. But he didn't risk tearing his eyes off of her. Instead, he stepped just a little closer. That only seemed to widen her smile until her face could barely contain it.

"You are alone, and in pain. Let mama Senka help you." She held out her hand again.

That finally made him break his silence. "M-mama?"

She nodded. "Yes. Would it please you to call me this? It would make me happy."

Her voice was at the same time gentle and persuasive. Soft, but with an undertone of firmness, direction. She knew what was best for him. He liked her smile. He wanted to make sure she kept it. So he nodded back.

"Good boy. Let me care for you, my child. I do not want you hurting."

She reached out a little farther, and this time he accepted her offer. Her palm was slick against his own, and her fingers were strong as she grasped him. He could feel her claws digging in, just a little. They were sharp but not near harming him. He felt better just to let her hold him for a while, inching ever closer, cautious but relaxed, looking into the depths of her many eyes while her tentacles danced about her head and shoulders like a hundred snakes. She was eldritch and unknowable. Monstrous and terrible. And he delighted in the thought of being close to her.

"What do you need me to do, mama?"

"Nothing at all, sweetie. Let me hold you. Let me keep you. I will chase all the pain away. Forever."

Even as they held hands in the basement, he couldn't help but let a bit of fear creep back into her voice to hear that last word. There was something heavy about the way she said it. As if she understood the meaning of it better than he ever had. For ever.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Shh. You are safe here, child. You are my sweet coyote boy now. Closer, please."

He did as she said, letting himself fall into the embrace she offered. She squeezed softly, pressing him against her bosom, leaving his face trapped right up between her bare cleavage. There was slime upon her every inch, dripping from her body, oozing. It smelled damp in a way he couldn't describe. Like something from another world. It clung briefly to his fur and vanished, leaving him feeling silky, softened. She washed away his bruises, his sore muscles simply by hugging him for a while, her claws drifting up and down his back with a pleasant sound of scratching. In their wake, he was left soothed and renewed, better than any massage could have ever made him.

Hardly a few seconds in her embrace and he never wanted to leave it. He whimpered as he pressed right up against her, feeling her belly press to his own, her arms holding him just a little harder. His throat grew tight and he felt the urge to simply cry. Not out of fright nor sadness, but with the triumphant sense of relief that came with all his burdens simply being lifted from him. He felt lighter, like he could simply will himself to fly. And she felt so good against him. His slick and sweet protector, motherly and gentle, caring for him in the unknown depths below.

When he shuddered with a few minor sobs, she simply shushed him, sweeping him up in her arms as if he weighed nothing. She was dark and powerful, coursing with energy. Strange and eternal. And yet she was cradling him there against her bosom, gazing down with her welcome smile. Her inner light shone upon his face as she rubbed his middle, making him squirm a little, banishing his tears with her tickles. He even giggled for her, and that made her laugh. It was a sound of love and warmth, flooding his senses with euphoria. He had never been truly understood happiness before he met her.

"That feels better, doesn't it?" she asked him quietly, barely on the cusp of his hearing.

"Yes, mama. Thank you..."

"There is no need to thank me. I simply wish to help. It makes me feel good to know you're feeling better already. That was easy, wasn't it?"

He nodded slowly, taking in her breath as she leaned in. It was surprisingly warm, smelling sweet like nothing at all. Scentless yet pleasant, it was just another feature of her care that left him feeling content and safe. She didn't scare him anymore. She was kind and beautiful. The mother in the dark who he loved. Who he had always loved. He reached up to touch her face, feeling the harsh, scaly texture of her jaw. She did the same, bringing both her hands to his cheeks, stroking with her claws as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation.

It was such a show of trust to let her dance along his features with those pointed fingertips. Her claws were sharp, and they glanced along his skin with delicate care. He listened to the sounds echoing up over his ears as she rubbed them, he savoured the scratchy feeling moving from his cheek to his forehead, and deep into his scalp. It left him feeling cleansed, scraped clean as he tingled from the sensation and the sound, a small snort passing through his nostrils. Pleasure and calm permeated him, pushing all the worry away.

She leaned close to his face, dripping slightly upon him as she whispered into one of his raised ears. Her words popped and clicked in his ear, emphasized slowly, clearly.

"Now, I want you to trust me. Will you do this for me, Huttser?"

He could barely even find his voice to respond. "Y-yes mama ..."

"Good." Her whispering made him tingle, sending a blissful spark of pleasure from the nerves of his scalp all the way down the back of his neck and shoulders, to his spine and even his tail. "I know what it is you truly desire. You cannot hide it from me. There is no need. I find it so endearing that a kind boy like you would spend so long waiting and hoping for the right monster to come along ... and take him."

"Take me?" He perked up a little to hear it. Again, she could put so much impact, so much meaning into a single word.

"Mmhmm," she almost moaned. "You are such a delicate one. Such delicious _innocence_R. I bet you have never even harmed a single person in your whole life. Does that sound right?"

He stammered. "A-ah, w-well, I don't know about that, I mean ..."

She didn't let him finish. Her voice was just the slightest amount more firm. Still soft, still quiet, but speaking with a touch more authority than before. "I know it. You are a good boy, my child. And that is precisely why I wish to keep you. You will be such a lovely prize to feast upon. Forever."

There was that word again. It left him, if not shaken, then given pause. He felt himself ceasing to breathe, frozen in the moment of wondering just what she meant. He looked into her eyes, but he couldn't fixate on all of them at once. So he was just going to have to choose a pair.

"Do you want that, Huttser? To feed and sustain your loving mama? To give yourself entirely to her, knowing just how much she wants you? It would please me very much."

"I - I don't know what you mean." The fear was coming back. It was like a pack of wolves nipping at his thoughts, surrounding him, moving in for the kill. He squirmed within her grasp, but she didn't let him go.

"Of course you do. I can see it in there. Inside that sweet mind of yours." She clutched at his skull, claws dancing along his scalp, harshly scouring his skin. "Such rich fantasies you hold within you. And what pleasure it will bring me to make them all come true."

Even as he spoke, he found himself feeling so very naked. Not the least of which was his actual nudity, his clothes all stolen away without him even noticing. She touched his bare body as his thoughts burst from them, unrestrained, uncontrollable. He couldn't help but think of all his private desires, all at once. They spilled from him as if sucked out. His darkest desires, the things he enjoyed in private but never spoke a word of to anyone. They wouldn't understand. But she did. He could tell that by the smile she still wore, even when she knew what he had always wanted.

"You're not really ... hmmph!"

She interrupted him with her tongue. It extended long and nimble from her jaws, shoving between his lips. He was swallowing it and suckling it, feeling it plunging into his throat, fucking him in the gullet with a dominating force. All at once, he was speechless. As if she had licked his very voice out with that slowly undulating slurper, sliding in and out, up and down, pleasuring him on the inside in ways he felt he wasn't even supposed to feel. She never choked him, merely tasted him, leaving him enraptured even if he wasn't sure what she was about to do.

When she withdrew her tongue, she left him drooling. It was as much hers as his own. He looked into her mouth as it opened. Gaping wide, showing him the glowing depths. The light would guide him to his new home inside her. It smelled sweet in there. He could find his true rest within her depths. There was still no small amount of terror running rampant through his veins, but he was starting to truly understand. She knew what was best for him, and she would never let him suffer. Even if she truly did it, if she truly let him give in to his deep-rooted desires and swallowed him alive.

He felt like he had always known this moment was coming as he looked right down her throat. Closer and closer, easing him into it, keeping from startling him with any sudden movements. She laid his head within her mouth and she suckled on him. He heard the juices squelching all around him. Squishy. Slimy. Dripping down as she drooled upon him. She liked the taste of him, that much he could tell. It made his legs twitch, his toes curl, and even his sheath fill out from the feeling of her sampling him. He didn't know what horrors waited for him inside her body but he couldn't fear them when she treated him so right.

Even immersed in her mouth, easing towards her bright throat, he could still hear her voice. It was completely clear despite his position. She didn't even seem to need to move her lips to make the sound.

"Come to me, my child. Slide down into mama's belly. I will keep you safe from all that might harm you. You will never feel sad, nor scared within me. Pain will be a thing of the past once I make you part of me. You are precious and pure. It makes me so happy that I am the one to claim you. Does it make you happy as well?"

"Of course, mama Senka," he murmured, while her throat began to envelop his muzzle.

"That's my boy," she told him, and his cheeks blazed hot with pride to hear her praise him like that.

From then on, he was overwhelmed by just how wet her insides were. It was like every aspect of her being was dripping for him. Drooling with hunger, or perhaps with lust as well. She wanted him. That much he knew by the way she clutched him, the way she cradled him and held him firm in place to ensure he wouldn't get away. But he wasn't going anywhere. He'd already made up his mind to give himself to something, someone greater. She didn't have to convince him anymore, didn't need to give him any more incentive to submit to her whims, but she was so generous, so loving, so perfect, that she gave him another gift.

He had certainly noticed the tentacles that adorned her on first looking upon her, but he had no idea they could be so versatile. More than just an elegant decoration doubling as her hair. They had uses. Like coiling him up, wrapping all around his legs to grasp at them, spreading them out. And then another took hold of his cock, merely touching it at first, glazing over his growing inches with that sopping, slimy texture. Then massaging, stroking him up and down while his whimpering moans echoed in the depths of her throat. Rubbing, stimulating, pleasuring. And that was before she even started to suck.

That plump tentacle latched onto him hard, like a snake, or perhaps a leech. The latter was a better fit for the amount of suction it could produce, keeping him immersed in that gelatinous touch as it squished and squeezed right down to his balls. Those got sucked in too eventually, leaving her sucking him from sack to tip using only that dripping appendage. He had never felt anything like it. He couldn't just moan to express his enjoyment, but instead he began to cry her name, his exclamations of ecstasy echoing down into the void that was her throat.

"Y-yes ... Senka ... mama ... I can't ... this is so good ... oh my god ..."

Not simply overwhelmed, but struggling to even bear it, to even properly comprehend how good he was feeling in her care, he gave no mind to how much more quickly she was devouring him. His body felt so small, so insignificant when framed between the teeth of her great maw. Her tongue wrapped around his waist, holding him there, squeezing him while she pleasured him. His head was nearing her belly by then - or at least it felt like it ought to have been. Her depths seemed endless, the pulsing tunnel hugging every inch of his body as she consumed him, telling how much she appreciated him. Admiring him from his head to his waist with every gulp, keeping him at the very edge of the swallow. Once she got his rump inside her throat, the rest was going to be effortless, that he knew.

He couldn't even fathom showing any sort of stamina when she was toying with him like that. The tentacle soon brought him to his climax, sucking it from him with force as he whimpered desperately in her gullet. He was hardly in control of his body anymore. His legs were kicking, his body was writhing side to side like a serpent as he twitched, he shudder, he tensed and he flexed his way to orgasm. It didn't simply spurt from him, but was milked, harvested, drained from his balls as that tentacle slurped it all away. It bulged with the load it stole from him, bringing it all back into the body of the monster, absorbed, consumed. And all the while he was caught up in rapturous ecstasy, the likes of which it felt like he might never come down from. As if he might simply ascend to heaven itself by sheer force of pleasure.

But they both knew darkness waited below. He was too distracted to be afraid of what was to come for him, but as she tossed her head and luxuriantly slurped his legs down in a smooth, lingering gulp, he knew it was almost time. Life as he once knew it was going to end. But he would find something so much better in serving her. He didn't know what was on the other side of being her meal. Or if there was anything at all waiting for him. He simply knew that the peristaltic pumping of her slime-coated gullet wrapped around him as snugly as a blanket, comforting him for the damp descent, sliding towards the light until it faded, and there was only the sloshing splat of his face hitting the bottom of her belly in the dark.

He couldn't see a thing. But he felt her. Not exactly breathing, but imitating it perhaps, her whole body rising up and down with slightly shuddering contractions. They went right along with the confines of her stomach squeezing taut around him. It was warm down there. The perfect temperature to bask naked in the slime around him, feeling it coating his fur like a fine oil, washing him, soothing him, making all the pain go away. By the time she finished off his footpaws, pushing them into the back of her throat with the very tip of her flexible tongue, he couldn't even feel a single bruise. All the damage, all the strain had been healed from him. He curled up, hugging his knees against his chest, feeling as if he had slept for an entire week. And could sleep an entire week more.

He was swiftly embraced by the undulations of her belly, clasped and gripped from every side. It compressed deep into his tender muscles, leaving him immobile, soaking in her fluids. He might have been drowning, or perhaps his body was simply being crushed. He was sinking down into her juices, joining with her. He knew that much was true. His body was being taken, repurposed for her pleasure and her gain. Maybe he ought to have been afraid, but he couldn't manage. Not when he could feel her hands upon him, stroking, admiring, so fondly touching him as she claimed his body. Even when she was digesting him down in the confines of her nightmarish gut, sparing nothing. No matter how tightly how curled up, he couldn't protect himself from being melted by her. And the softer he got, the more the sweet sensation of freedom, of being finally liberated from his fragile, mortal form, washed over him. He knew there was no going back.

"You've been a very good boy, Huttser. I will cherish you to the very last trace. I won't let anything simply drift away. I will take it all, absorb it all, make it my own. Your body, your mind, your every thought and memory. The very idea of you. Mine. To be loved and protected, never tarnished by anyone else. Are you ready to give in?"

"Yes, mama," he tried to say, but it came out as little more than a faint murmur. He was half immersed, softened down to such a state that he could hardly move a single muscle. What might have been twitching once was merely sloshing, carried away on the waves of his own goopy, melting body. She seemed to appreciate the effort nonetheless.

"That's my good coyote boy. Rest now. For me. Forever."

The very last thing he felt was the rubbing of his monster mama's fingers, stroking over the dwindling form of his slushing body, feeling himself completely liquefying until he could feel no more. He drifted into thoughts of his own absorption, thinking of her beautiful nightmare body, her curves, her breasts, her hips. He was going to be part of them, going to make her softer, wetter, happier. His devotion brought a smile to her glowing face and that was the greatest gift he could ask for as he drifted off to what may well have been an eternal sleep.

Until he woke up. It was still dark outside when he blinked to awareness within his bed. The sound down in the basement had vanished, and the slime clinging to his fur had vanished. He was dry, comfortable, and moreover he was alone. Yet he couldn't bring himself to believe it was a dream. He could still feel her touch, her embrace, and the pleasure she had brought him while she ate him. Though on waking, he couldn't help but view it all in a whole different light. Though it was warm in his bedroom, he shuddered beneath the covers to think of how readily he had simply given up his life to a monster. How all she needed to do was ask him, and then he just went right ahead and let himself get digested without a second thought.

But it was okay. It was over now. He was alive, and alone. It was intense, yes. But that made sense. He must have just passed out in his bed before he even realized he was asleep. At least he was feeling better. No longer sore, no longer exhausted. Though he couldn't help but notice just how dark it was in there. He hadn't even put up his curtains yet but there was no moonlight through his window, nor streetlights, nor anything that left him able to even see his hands. Comfortable perhaps, but he was caught up in complete and utter blackness. He made to sit up and look around for his phone. But something stopped him.

It felt at first like a thousand pairs of hands upon his body. They seized him and grasped him, clamping down on every single muscle. They squeezed and they pressed hard on his chest until it felt like they were keeping his lungs from inflating, or even his heart from beating. He couldn't see any sort of assailant, but he was being forced down, down, shoved into his own bed, slowly suffocated and paralyzed all at once as the very walls around him rumbled. And above, he could finally see the light. Six glimmers twinkled on the ceiling, shining upon the vague outline of a face. Then there was the smile, that vicious gash of delight that shone above his helpless body.

He fought against the invisible bonds, his body convulsing, his facial muscles contorting, his jaw clenching, but he was stuck. Weighed down by an unmovable voice, his bed creaking beneath the force. The room was still shaking, rattling all around him like the whole place was going to come down on his head. And meanwhile, she descended. He could only see her by the the strange and cosmic light within her, filling her, emitting outwards, bathing the scent in an otherworldly glow. She dripped upon him as she lowered from the ceiling like a spider, hanging by her tentacles like they were roots embedded in the very structure of his home. If that was even where they were anymore.

Pressing down upon him, she spread her legs wide and simply enveloped him in soft curves. His face was immediately bathed in her slime as she sat upon him. He ended up wedged beneath the root of her pudgy tail, jammed into the cheeks of a rump so wide he wouldn't have even been able to wrap his arms around it if he could move them. The bed sagged all the way to the floor, the legs bending beneath her weight as she nestled down upon him, letting him kiss a broad and flexing hole as she pushed it to his lips. He still couldn't move, couldn't do a thing to turn away or resist, left to simply obey her and pleasure while she used his face as a toy.

First it was simply grinding on him, using his muzzle to rub her rump upon, sliding back and forth. Every part of her was slick, and not simply coated. She was oozing, both from her skin and from her pussy. Those fat lips was rubbing on his chest, catching just at his chin, but more attention was going to her slippery rim. It flexed and expanded, bulging against his face, only to flex down taut with a clench of pleasure as she used him. He knew she was a monster then, her motherly guise shed in favour of a lusty, controlling, ravenous one. But he couldn't speak, couldn't even properly breathe as the urge to scream welled up to unbearable in his chest.

"Welcome to the darkness, Huttser. I am so glad you let me take you. Now you can stay here with me forever, gobbled up again and again until the end of time itself. What better purpose is there for you than to sleep and feed me forever? You are so sweet to offer."

He wanted to say something, to protest, to struggle, or simply to shriek in terror at his new reality. But he was stuck. Used as nothing more than a seat for her tremendous ass, bounced upon, rubbed, slathered in that coating that clung to her. It still smelled sweet. Wet and soothing. But he was anything but soothed by it. The worst part of his panic was the sheer inability to express it, left crippled, unmoving but for the useless twitches of his muscles as she smothered him in that nightmarish booty. She was pressing him deeper, letting his muzzle pop right inside of that tightly flexing hole, massaging herself with his face as she jiggled with the force of her bumping her broad rear up and down atop him.

She was too soft to crush him, but the slap of those cheeks to his face was near to deafening. He flattened his ears, but it was hardly necessary when his whole head was soon inside of her. That muffled the sound of slapping, but replaced it instead with the slick inner workings of her rear around his features. There was hardly any breath left in him, but she squeezed it from him anyway, dragging him inwards with every flex, burying his shoulders beneath her tail as easily as his head. He was vanishing into her depths once more, but this time it was so much cruder, making her moan and squeeze as he thrashed uselessly in paralyzed terror.

It was already dark outside of her, but it was even darker within somehow. He could no longer see the white of her eyes as he followed the flexing, immersed in the well of her scent and her juices. The slime persisted even inwards as if she were made of goo, but she was solid. That much he could tell by the persistent pressure her muscles made upon, greedily devouring him in reverse, forcing him up into her cushy backside to vanish once more. He felt his own muscle control coming back to him, allowing something of a struggle, but simply by sitting on him and clenching down, she was consuming him with ease. His arms were stuck to his sides no matter how hard he tried to free them, and he was little more than a wriggle meal inching his way up her tight rump one flex at a time.

"Why do you resist now, my sweet boy? I know how much you love me. Give yourself up to me, again and again. This is all you ever need to do now. I will savour every single time I destroy you like it's the first."

His response was little more than a muffled mmph. Even before he was fully consumed by her massive rear, he was nearly smothered, nearly passing out in her humid depths. Her voice was still sweet to him in its way, but her kind words rang hollow, false. He could hear what lay beneath them, the hunger and the malice. She didn't care for him. She was simply taunting him with just how easily he had submitted to her.

"No matter. I am sure you will come back around. Do you remember how happy you were the first time? You knew that once I ate you, nothing else would ever matter again. Only you and me, alone here together in the great void. And how I hunger for you. How I wish to consume you, over and over, feeling your final struggles slow to silence every time. Such a good dog, a good boy."

Already she was absorbing him. Turning him into that same goo as before. The slime permeated his body, penetrating through his skin as his lost his solid state. His toes wiggled as they were slurped into her butt, leaving the whole of him to be flexed upon. Her entire body was contracting rapidly, rolling back and forth, thrusting, as if riding an invisible lover. But there was no one there but the two of them, the nightmare moaning towards the ceiling as she got herself off with his melting body. Softer and softer, letting every contraction of pleasure she made around him squish him inwards all the more, until he was resembling himself a little less with every squeeze.

"Yes. That's my good boy. You feel so good inside of me, sweetie." It was hard to tell if she was still trying to charm him, or if she were merely mocking him with her motherly tone by then. "Another you, absorbed into me. Melt now. Fade. Lose yourself in my curves again."

Tightening herself even more around him, she flexed those muscles and set to simply crushing him. In his partly processed state, it was easy. He was flattened, mashed up, and every little bit of him was being absorbed. She wouldn't even let him die like that. He endured every single sensation, painless but disturbing as her innards sucked down the melted juice he had become. He was absorbed right into her intestines, feeding her directly, degraded and humiliated at the same time as terrified. And even as he felt that deep, true darkness taking him once more, his softened body twitching its very last, he knew it wasn't over. Soon he would wake again and be left at the mercy of her appetite all over again, never to escape, never to live or see another face but for her glowing smile ever again.

And so it was. This time he could rise from his bed at least. His muscles were functioning, if shaky as he stepped out onto the cold floor beneath him. All over his body, he couldn't find a consistent temperature. Parts of him were chilled down to the bone, other parts were sweltering, sweating. He wrapped his arms around his chest and simply shuddered on the spot, before his legs just gave out and he fell down to his knees. He covered his face and he shook there a while, shivering and shuddering but unable to even cry. She'd taken that from him as well.

When he felt a hand upon his shoulder, he gasped, but he wasn't startled. He knew she must have been there. The light of her eyes shone down upon his back, casting a shadow of his hunched form upon the floor. She stroked him and she massaged him, rubbing at his back, holding him, bringing him close as if to comfort him. But every touch was a slimy, slathering one, bringing her close to her wicked body all over again, squishing him against her belly and her breasts. They were heavier than before. She was growing fat with her feasts upon him.

"There there, sweetie. Mama's here. Mama's going to care for you. What could you possibly be sad about? There's nothing out there. No hurt. No one who's ever going to make you feel bad about yourself. You are mama's perfect boy, and she'll always keep you with her. Away from all the bad things. Sheltered in her love."

He just shook all through her supposedly comforting words, flinching away as she ran her claws down his back, right along his spine. It might have felt good. But he couldn't feel anything but despair. He didn't respond, only shaking as she stroked him, clawed him, scratched his bag and pulled him closer, hugging tight around his chest with her plump breasts nestled right atop his head. He still gave no reaction. Eventually he got a huffed breath from her.

"Is that how it is? All my love, and nothing in return? You would reject this? An eternity spent with me?"

He finally found the courage to speak. It took a lot out of him, an exertion like lifting a heavy weight from his chest, but he managed to say what he thought.

"I just want to go home."

"This is your home now, child. It always has been. You have known this all your life." She licked slowly along his spine, working her way up to the back of his neck, then his head, right up between his ears. "Aren't you having fun?"

He didn't answer. He tried his best to tug away from her, though there wasn't much strength in him. His body felt so light, so frail. He might even have lost some weight, wasting away in her realm while she grew thicker and heavier with her meals. The effort got him nowhere, still caught in her arms, pinned to her chest, to her belly, but eventually she just let him break free anyway. That left him lunging forwards, collapsing to the floor, scrambling, trying to crawl away. A tentacle had him by the ankle before he could get too far.

She dragged him back to her, kicking and screaming, clawing deep marks into the floor before she just took hold of his face in both hands once he was close enough. It was a grip that could have crushed his skull with just a little more pressure. She was still smiling, even as she pulled him up closer to her face, leaving him to dangle. She seemed even bigger than before, towering and terrifying, slime dripping more steadily from her form. He heard it pattering on the floor beneath, and it sounded so far away. His whole body shook as she licked slowly over her teeth in front of him.

"Very well. I understand. I will take you home, Huttser. I will bring this all to an end."

He was still hanging there in her clutches for a while. He didn't dare move. She seemed to consider, tipping her head this way and that, bending her neck too far, always grinning, eternally glowing. Her tentacles whipped and lashed around her like a storm, lapping at her own body, flinging juices in all directions. She dripped and she waited, until he could barely stand the suspense. He was almost ready to say something before she simply chuckled. It was a gentle laugh, musical as could be, but her body shuddered obscenely with it, jiggling and dripping as the sound echoed all around him. Again and again, doubling, tripling, becoming a hundred. Her voice was legion and it was infinite. Then she took him down.

In the limited light he briefly glimpsed her pussy before he was face-deep inside of it. Shoved there at first, grasped suddenly in a dozen squeezing tentacles. They coiled all around him like serpents, confining him, suppressing his ability to struggle. He wasn't simply paralyzed this time, he was completely, utterly immobilized. Not a single muscle in his body could move unrestricted, and she drew him in forcefully, aggressively. He splatted into those juicy lips, getting splashed with the juices that flung from her on impact, and he breathed nothing but a damp, aroused scent as she shoved him inwards.

The trip into her rear had been a tight one, squeezing all around him, but that was nothing compared to the muscles that waited for him within her sex. They flexed down upon him so tightly he thought he would be simply crushed on the spot. He was saved from such a fate only by the squishiness of her insides, sucking, schlurping, making all many of terribly lewd squelching noises loud enough to hurt his ears. They were pinned back by the slide inside of her, soon pushing through the resistance and entering her womb. Her scent was only growing warmer, more aroused as she soaked him, nearly drowning him in all the juices that flowed out and around him until he was choking on a mouthful.

"This is your last one. Your last trip. I am going to erase you, Huttser. I am the last person who will ever speak that name. No one will ever know who you were or might have been. I'm going to cum out your future right along with your past. Leave it a splattered mess down here in the void."

He could do nothing about it. He felt those many tentacles shoving, grasping, nearly penetrating him in their urgency to push him inside of her. Her muscles clamped upon him, dragging him rapidly within, leaving him bulging in her belly. A round little bulge, a little baby bump perhaps. He felt her stroking at him as his legs were snatched away, shoved tightly together to fit into those squeezing depths. Her moans lingered, lustful and perhaps exaggerated, great monstrous cries of pleasure into the darkness all around them. Nobody heard but him. Nobody would know this was how he ended, slurped away and devoured within the hungering womb of an abomination.

But at least he could finally rest. No more horror, no more forceful consumption. This was the last one. His final life. No more chances, no more waking up outside of her. He was going to be her body. Her curves and her fat. Her fuel to feast again, to help her find her next meal down in another basement. There was still plenty of fear to those final moments. Every thought he had was going to be his last. The walls clamped upon him, smothering him, squishing him, absorbing him as he transformed. Shrinking, shrinking, making her belly just that much flatter, the bulge of him softening with every clench. The juices he was becoming simmered all around him, sloshing and splashing in his melting face. Hot, hotter, steaming into his sightless eyes just before he sank beneath the surface. He was only moments from fading into nothingness

Before it was all over, he was treated to one final sensation. He shouldn't have been able to feel anything. His body was completely liquid. There wasn't a single muscle, a single nerve left intact. His mind was nothing more than nightmare cum, and yet he still thought, he still perceived. He could feel her womb tightening, the juices he'd been converted into being forced right back out by a sudden assault of rapid flexes. She was contracting hard in pleasure, reaching orgasm with two tentacles plunged deep within herself. Her heard her blissful cries turn from sweet and feminine into something horrific, like a scraping, grinding, malfunctioning machine. That went along with the splatter that he heard as he hit the floor once more, gushing from her sex, sprayed across the empty room until he'd formed a massive steaming puddle.

The heat faded from him rapidly, leaving him along. He could neither hear nor see anymore. Merely feel. At first there was the sweltering sensation sticking to what was left of him, the heat of her womb still with him. The chill around caught him, cooling him to an icy state. He was freezing. Alone. Erased and formless. Slowly sinking down into the floor. That was all that was left of him. The last sign, unidentifiable, his coyote form long gone, stolen away by the monster. All that was left for him to do was to react with inner horror as he felt his mind vanishing into the void, never to return.

***

When he awoke, he was wearing his covers like a death shroud. They were wrapped tightly around his face and limbs alike, leaving him sprawled and sweating in the morning light. There were birds outside the window. Someone chattered into their phone out on the sidewalk. A few vehicles rolled by. The night was over, and he was whole. But he still didn't remove the blankets from his face just yet. Not when he could feel a presence.

It was too bright to be another dream, he thought. And she would have had a hold of him by then. He was left there, slightly out of breath, his heart pounding. Perhaps he'd been thrashing in the night. He still couldn't quite remember actually climbing into bed, but he did feel surprisingly rejuvenated. If still rather sore. That was a relief to him, to find that his muscles and his bruises were still present. This must have been reality, then. It was that discomfort that inspired him to finally sit up.

That was as far as he got before he groaned, reaching down to rub at his lower back. He found himself remembering the creature's touches. Those tender massages that left him feeling so relieved. Well, at least it hadn't all been a nightmare. Just most of it. He could still see her in his mind's eye, her grinning face, her sheened and shiny curves. Just where had his subconscious found inspiration for such a frightening, sexy creature? He didn't remember seeing her in a movie or anything.

He still hadn't looked to his left. That was where the chair was. An empty seat across the room, turned towards his bed. He could feel the presence. He swore he felt eyes dancing over him. At the very edges of his perception, he saw a shadowy something shifting. It was probably nothing, probably just his imagination, a little dream slipping through to the surface. That was what he told himself as the relief of a good night's rest slowly transformed into trembling, into a clenched jaw and watering eyes as he remembered how frightened he had been in the night.

He could have dispelled his paranoia as easily as turning his head to look, to confirm there wasn't anyone there. But he wouldn't do it. He couldn't find the willpower. Instead his eyes remained fixed forward, staring at the blank wall. He didn't do much blinking. In his head, he said again and again he would turn his turn that way in time. Just to confirm there was no on really there. All in time. When he was ready. It couldn't have been her there. He knew it couldn't have.

It was difficult when he was shaking like that, barely able to breathe, choking out the sound. But he began to hum that familiar song. The notes had never left him, familiar and yet nameless, a comforting lullaby meant to pry him from his terror. But when he heard a voice answer back, guiding him gently through the melody from across the room, he knew he wasn't dreaming. He could only hope that she was kinder in waking than she was in dreams when their duet concluded and he heard those gently-spoken words along with a faint drip upon the floor. But it didn't sound promising.

"Don't worry, sweetie. Mama's still here. I wouldn't let you go that easily. You are my precious boy," she said as the sounds of morning outside his window faded into nothing. In those moments he truly understood the emptiness that was all around him. The darkness and the void that was her timeless realm, where nothing truly existed but for her cosmic and eternal hunger, never to be satiated no matter how many times she consumed him.