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Eliana had thought she was safe, locked down in the bunker with not a single person knowing where she was. All those years ago, when she saw the smiling face within her dreams, she knew she needed to get somewhere that monstrosity could never find her. It didn't matter what she was leaving behind. One glimpse of that horror, and she abandoned her life, disappearing into the most remote part of the world she could find, stocked with enough food and supplies to last her for decades, if need be. It was far from ideal, but the cheetah knew that nothing was too big a sacrifice to make sure that She could never find her. When she slept down in that buried shelter, the snow blowing up on the surface, her dreams were free of the singing terror, reduced to simple mundane nonsense, to her great relief. But somehow she always knew her days were counting down towards oblivion.

Sometimes she still caught herself humming the song, her mind wandering in the middle of her daily tasks keeping the shelter safe and secure. She always stopped herself as soon as she noticed, a shudder running down her spine. It was a simple tune. Rising, then falling, over and over again, the same notes repeated until they were hypnotic. It wasn't Eliana's song. It came from her dreams, from those dark nights when she came perilously to the monster's realm. She had never heard any voice but her own singing it in waking life, until the moment it came echoing down the dark halls. In an instant she was frozen, paralyzed by a terror far beyond mortal understanding. Senka had found her.

Eliana wasn't sure how she knew that name, but she was certain. The horror that haunted her went by that name, at least in waking life. Her true name would have driven her to cackling madness just to hear it. Senka came from a place beyond all comprehension, from a place of horror impossible to truly imagine. It wasn't death that the cheetah feared. That would have been a relief. The smiling monster wanted her for something much worse than that, something would have made death seem like mercy. All that, she understood simply by seeing that smiling face in her dreams. That was enough to bestow such terrible knowledge upon her, burning it into her mind. There were places she could go, rooms she could lock down and secure to keep the monster out, but she knew that it was useless. All the years of thinking nothing could ever find her there, and Senka had arrived to claim her bounty. Nothing could stand in her way.

Simply being in the presence of the monster was enough to reduce Eliana to utter despair. She knew she was doomed. Or something worse than that. Her knees grew weak, rapidly, violently shaking beneath her until she simply collapsed. She found herself shielding the back of her head, curling up on the floor as if she was about to be attacked by a wild animal. But she knew it was much worse than that. A mauling would have been a mercy. She hid her face and tried not to listen to that sickly lullaby, to that song that mocked with its soothing tones, every note a threat even for all its apparent sweetness. She knew what it meant. The voice became a chorus as it drew nearer, a hundred wails coming from an eldritch throat like a prison of souls. Her footsteps fell heavy and wet, slime dripping from her naked body, the shelter shaking with her approach. She was polite enough to knock at the door.

Each rap was like a shock up the cheetah's spine, the proclamations of her personal apocalypse. Senka didn't bother to open the door, slipping through it as if it didn't exist. Nothing could stop her. No barrier, no weapon, and certainly no begging. Her presence was warm, and yet left Eliana chilled as if naked in a blizzard. She shuddered as she remained there, waiting for her fate. The creature slickly approached, reaching an icy hand out, running a single finger down her spine. Eliana shuddered as if to shake the spots off her pelt. She was naked in a moment, hardly recalling what she had been wearing. It was gone now, leaving her exposed, vulnerable to whatever it was Senka wished to inflict upon her. A grasp of her shoulders, and she was made roll over, hoisted up in the dripping grip of a nightmare made flesh before her eyes. As much as she wanted to keep her eyes shut and not see a single detail, she had no choice but to look.

Senka was a thing of terror beyond the sum of her features. The six-eyed serpent had a visage like an eel, but fangs like nothing that was ever meant to walk upon the planet. Her tongue darted out near Eliana's face, soaking with saliva, lusting for her. A scream locked itself inside her chest, bursting out from her very soul, but Eliana couldn't make a sound. She was frozen as if by sleep paralysis, her mind awake, her body trapped beneath the surface of a frigid ocean. There was nothing for her to but to fight against the force that held her, but it was hopeless as if fighting the stars themselves. Senka leaned in as if to breathe on her, but there was no air coming from her open maw. Simply a flicking white light, illuminating the slimy depths, shining up from the hungry depths below that called to her. Eliana could feel the hunger as surely as if it were floating through the air, radiating off that thickly-set, terrible beauty.

"And now we are together again. You know I would find you someday, sweetie."

Her voice was the softened tone of a soothing matriarch, but it simply sounded cruel as it fell upon Eliana's ears. Senka was toying with her, taunting her. She was a twisted abomination that simply imitated a soft, comforting matriarch, a mockery of an earthly ideal. Her mouth didn't move when she spoke. Her eyes were blank and unmoving. The curvaceous body she inhabited was simply a shell, a husk within which dwelt her true self. Eliana could see it in those wicked eyes. For all the horror she represented, there was something so much worse, just beyond the cheetah's perception, something she could never truly understand. She just knew that she was terrified.

Senka's body was soft and slippery, and Eliana squished against it comfortable as she fell into a sinister embrace. What might have looked like a loving hug was instead a cramped, uncomfortable squeeze. She would have been crushing the cheetah if not for the softness of her bust, leaving the cat lost in her cleavage, overtaken by her shapely form. Everything about her was juicy, malleable, smearing that clinging slime onto every inch of fur Eliana possessed, leaving her drenched and dripping with that warm substance. It stuck to her fur, leaving her marked, smoothly sliding against Senka's body as she struggled to regain control of her own body. Even if she did, there was still the matter of resisting the power of Senka, of fighting her way out of the deadly embrace, slipping free of the confining cleavage in which she was trapped.

"Just think. We're all alone out here. You made sure of it. You left everyone behind, and for what?" Senka spoke with a smile permanently slashed across her face, stretching up to her cheeks. With each word she tipped her head to one side and then the other as the words made her inner glow faintly flicker. "I found you. And no one can save you."

A crack of her neck produced a sickening pop, leaving her head tilted to the side at an unnatural angle for a moment before she snapped back to normal. Her smile grew even wider, the words echoing out from her unmoving mouth, framing her fangs as the glow grew within her, spreading outwards and casting threatening shadows around the room. The darkened shapes upon the walls writhed and twisted with a life of their own. Her corruption was spreading. Eliana could already feel it inside of her. Something was spreading through her veins, attaching itself to parts of her, refusing to let go. She was irrevocably Senka's. The only question that remained was what the nightmare would do with her new plaything. Her words of comfort had the opposite effect.

"I will let you go, Eliana. All I wish is for you to serve me. Worship me. I am your god now. I am greater than anything your world has ever known. And I have chosen you."

In a moment, Eliana felt warmer. The chill was gone, banished by the heat of Senka's body. She felt drawn to that hulking form, no longer trying to pull away from it. The heat melted away the grip of paralysis on her muscles, leaving her to squirm, to press inwards, squishing into Senka's padded body, her instincts telling her to get closer to her. That meant when she found herself falling away from Senka's shove, so carelessly cast aside to sprawl upon the floor, she was inflicted with a sensation like freezing to death. She was left squirming, whimpering on the ground, reaching out for the one she had feared, desperate to feel her warmth again. Without Senka's touch, she felt as if she might have died.

Senka didn't abandon her. She stood above her new thrall, her devotee, and lifted a long, thick tail high. Such an appendage looked too big even for her form, heavy enough to bring the entire shelter down with so much as a swing, but she could heft it with seemingly no effort at all. It was supported by a truly shapely backside, by an ass as big as the cheetah's entire body, or at least close. Eliana got a good look as Senka loomed above, stepping into position just right, until she could lower herself down and eclipse the cheetah's entire world in the shapely curve of her slippery backside. Eliana got one last good look before all was dark, her face completely smothered beneath the heft of one great cheek, squishing her down flat, keeping her weight balanced just right to pin her down without crushing her.

"Adore me. Every single inch. Don't stop until I tell you."

The command was firm, and yet there was still that twisted gentle tone to everything she said. It wasn't a threat, it was a playfully spoken suggestion, at least in how she said it. Eliana didn't dare disobey. She was swallowing the slime clinging to those shining cheeks in moments, dragging her tongue along the curve of each as she worked back and forth. Senka shifted her weight forward just enough to let the cheetah move her head, though her arms remained pinned beneath the shape of those cheeks. Eliana kissed, she licked, she rubbed her face against that eldritch ass while Senka sat upon her, showing her devotee, her adoration, rewarded with the warmth her body craved. Everything around her was dark and cold, and Senka was the only light. That was how it felt, at least for a time, compelling her to keep working her tongue as firmly as she could, slowly working her way towards the base of the nightmare's juicy tail until she was completely immersed in shining booty.

A mere roll of her hips, and Senka shoved her tiny face up against a hole that could have consumed her, with a little more pressure. She was squishing her rim against the cheetah's head, a subtle bob from side to side all the encouragement she needed to give to ensure the cheetah kept working, kept adoring her, tasting her, filling her mouth with a flavour unlike any she'd ever experienced. It wasn't something her senses were made for, not something her tongue could properly comprehend, but it kept her licking, kept her worshipping the curves as it was her entire purpose. She ate that ass hungrily, shoving her tongue inside, and then her muzzle, the clenches of pleasure muffling any sort of sounds she might have tried to make. Senka might not have been natural, hardly even a real living creature, but she seemed in those moments. The way she clamped down upon the cheetah's face, tossing her head back with a flail of her tentacled hair to let out a deeply haunting moan, she seemed every bit the picture of a woman who was enjoying herself. Eliana was doing a good job, she seemed to say, the thought of pleasing an unfathomable terror bringing her, at least in that moment, a sense of pride that warmed her face.

She swiped and shoved and curled her tongue until she'd eaten out as much of Senka's butt as she possibly could, drowning herself in the eldritch taste, feeling that strange sensation of corruption swirling through her body. When Senka withdrew, she hardly felt as if she needed to breathe, even as her body gasped for air. She was single-mindedly devoted for that time, only breaking out of it when she stared up into the many eyes looking down at her. That broke her from her worshipful stupor, startling her, leaving her stricken by the horrific realization of what she was doing. The very monster that she had fled from all those years ago was right there in the room with her, taking advantage of her mindless form, even making her lick her body. In a moment she went from enraptured worship to utter terror, and she finally found her voice again. All the years of dreading this very moment, and it all came down to her piercing scream, rattling her shelter with the sound, screeching in primal fear until her throat began to scratch and burn.

"Shh. Shhhhhh," Senka urged her, crouching low, applying an extended digit to the cheetah's lips as she convulsed with panic. "That's not what mama Senka wants to hear. If you calm down, I'll make you a deal. Do as I ask, and I will let you go. I will never haunt you again, for as long as you live."

That was at least enough to calm Eliana down. She remained sprawled there, coated in slime, shaking as fear rattled her form. But she was listening, and she was watching too as Senka leaned in close, cupping her own bosom, squeezing tight into those soft breasts as she overtook the cheetah like a shadow. The grip upon her tits looked like it ought to have been painful, squishing deep into the fat as if to crush them, but of course Senka didn't so much as flinch.

"A good kitty like you loves a little milk, don't you? If you drink it all down, you'll be free of me. I promise."

She couldn't argue with that. What other option did she have but to submit to such an offer, and serve Senka as she wished? The alternative was presumably eternal torment. Even if she could hardly trust an eldritch horror at her word, she knew she had to try. Maybe playing along would grant her a few last moments of existence before she was eradicated from the world. Or whatever awaited her. Besides, for all her terror, for all the horror that was Senka's monstrous appearance, she couldn't deny the attraction of those curves. She saw a slight dab of what might have been milk at the very tip of one of those dark, shiny breasts. It glowed in the dark, sharing the same eerie luminescence as the light that dwelt within the monster.

The taste was something that scrambled her mind at the slightest sample, blending her thoughts with one another until her brain felt like little more than a slurry. It wasn't like any milk she had ever had before, that was for certain. She felt it coating her tongue, her throat, slipping down to become part of her as it flowed into her stomach. From that angle, she couldn't see it happening, but somehow she could feel it glowing from inside her. That light was part of her, and she would shine it out to the universe, with every swallow of eldritch milk, imbuing her with cosmic corruption. She latched on before she knew what she was doing. There was no other choice but to serve, to pledge herself to the monster and to drink of her essence until there was nothing more to drink. It was hard to imagine an abomination like her could ever run dry, that any part of her was anything but infinite and enduring.

There was pleasure to the process, at least. She strained her throat with the speed of her swallows, struggling to keep up with the flow as she nursed from that dark teat, making sure not to spill any. Senka hadn't told her what might happen if she dared let any of it trickle down her cheeks. Eliana drank and drank, guzzling it all down, savouring in the strangely silky sensation on the inside of her throat as she swallow every gulp she possible could. Her belly was starting to bloat and ache after a minute of nothing but breathlessly chugging down the creamy offering. She gurgled on it, feeling herself stretching, weighed down by the sheer volume packed taut into her stomach. And all the while, Senka made no sign of moving, keeping the cheetah pinned, forcing her to drink from her no matter how uncomfortable it got. Eliana felt as if she might burst, starting to choke on the milky offering, closing her eyes and shaking with the effort just to swallow one more time, and then another.

When she finally couldn't hold anymore, she coughed violently, drooling out the excess to glow upon her fur. Senka finally raised herself just enough to let the cheetah recover for a time, leaving Eliana to writhe beneath her, still pinned at the thighs, her belly rounded and swollen with the load of milk she'd sucked down already. The room was illuminated by the glimmering spillage, and the cheetah could hardly move, bloated to the point of immobile, watching as the monster loomed above, her smile leaving a trail of light as she swayed it back and forth. Eliana felt as if she were underwater, or worse, trapped beneath the substance too thick to swim her way out of, slowly drowning in the sombre glow. She weakly reached a hand up, and Senka grasped her by the wrist, stroking down her arm, licking her fingers with a tongue that bent and flexed however it wished, administering another dose of clinging slime to Eliana's drenched fur. Her words held the same slickness, splashing with every sodden syllable.

"Good girl. You're almost halfway done," Senka told her, clutching at her other breast, pushing it to the cheetah's lips.

The shock upon her face was all she could muster to express how she felt about those terrible words. She couldn't hold any more and they both knew it. Senka smile just grew wider until Eliana felt as if she might plunge into it, like a canyon stretched out before her eyes. Her belly groaned in protest, already strained and swollen to the point she ought to have been dead, ought to have erupted. Perhaps being in Senka's presence allowed her to stretch beyond her mortal limits. Maybe there was hope still. Maybe the eldritch goddess might bestow mercy upon her that allowed her to keep going. She had to try. There were no other options but to cater to the whims of something so far beyond her own understanding.

At the very first sip, she already felt the strain increasing. She sucked that soft nipple into her mouth and began to knead at it as she was shoved down flat, pinned beneath the weight of Senka's motherly bust. Her throat was aching, the muscles tightened up and tense, dull pain shooting up to her scalp. She could hear the humming of a thousand voices, a mix of anguish and delight, all of them echoing out from Senka's open throat as Eliana fed from the abomination. Eliana sucked down the milk as she basked in that unearthly chorus, listening to those wails, to those murmurs and moans, some sounding almost pleasured, others sad, others terrified. Perhaps they were the souls trapped within her body, her previous victims, never to be seen again. Or they could have been a part of the monster herself, pierces of her fractured psyche, all coming together at once. She couldn't let it distract her from her task, guzzling down as quickly as she could, even as that eldritch milk began to overflow and trickle down her cheeks. Senka wasn't letting up, no matter how much Eliana struggled, no matter how close she came to dangerously choking on the cream running down her sore gullet.

It hurt. She was too full, too fat, swollen and rounded out with an engorging load of Senka's milk. It wouldn't stop, and she had no choice but to swallow lest she choke on it. Even when she wasn't sucking, it kept flowing, jetting between her lips, filling out her cheeks, leaving its silky taste the only thing Eliana could feel for a few moments, at least until the lack of air truly starting getting to her. She was drowning on dry land, unable to swallow, unable to breathe, immersed in the endless milk until she could feel herself choking to death. Her body couldn't last any longer, already pushed past its limits, already breaking, and the panic came in those fading moments. She kicked her legs, she claws at Senka's sides, every effort, every attack glancing off that padded form as if she were trying to fight the darkness itself. Her eyes opened wide in fear, her attempts to scream nothing more than muffled gurgles, falling to choking and bubbling as she suffocated under that endless torrent. It was warm for a time, and then it was cold as her body ceased to function, a sensation like a blanket of pure ice pulling over her spreading to her every nerve, the infinite stretch of a great nothingness opening before her mind's eye as she experienced death for the first time.

If it had only been a dream, it still would have broken her. There was no recovering from it. But when she woke beneath the covers, pulled up over her head as if she were a corpse, she could feel Senka's presence already. She was kneeling over her bedside, her smile visible even through the sheets. Maybe if Eliana stayed beneath them, she could hide away forever. She refused to move, and so Senka had to pull the covers back herself. A happy little 'mmm' came with mocking kindness from her throat, her eyes glimmering even brighter than before. Or maybe it was just darker in the room, every shred of light sucked in and absorbed by that eldritch titan. She was bigger than before. It wasn't a major change, but Eliana couldn't help notice the added heft to Senka's bust, the extra fat that made them jiggle and bounce more generously with Senka's every hypnotic, swaying movement. The blankets were gone before Senka could toss them aside, simply ceasing to be before Eliana's eyes.

"Poor kitty. You could have escaped. But you failed." Despite the harsh words, Senka still spoke in a playful sing-song tone, sounding more like she was gently teasing. Eliana could feel the coldness beneath everything she said. "That means you belong to me now. Your old life is over. Now you exist because I wish it. And you will cease to have ever been as soon as I desire."

She got right in Eliana's face, and for the first time, her smile faded. It was still there, but twisted into a snarl, her teeth gleaming right in front of the frozen cheetah's muzzle. Senka's voice wasn't sweet anymore. It screeched out like the scrape of metal against metal, causing physical pain with every grinding word.

"Doesn't that sound fun?"

Eliana wanted to cry for help as if someone might have heard her, but she remained frozen, feeling as if she'd been strapped to the bed, utterly immobile. The only thing she could move was the muscles of her face, twitching as she struggled against the bonds of waking sleep paralysis, trying to force a scream. She could feel it rattling within her, the sound contained in her throat, but failing to burst forth. There was nothing she could do but faintly wiggle as Senka snatched her up by the neck, wrapping her long fingers all around it and hoisting her into the air. She felt the wall against her bare back as Senka slammed her into it, the impact rattling through her bones. Everything was distinct, every sensation, every pang of fear. It was far too realistic for a dream. She was left to dangle and choke as Senka bared her fangs right in front of her, her gullet undulating beyond the frame of her teeth, emanating light and distorted screams.

"Such a SWEET girl you are. You will love your mother FOREVER, won't you?"

Her voice grew more and more violent, shuddering with what sounded like static, like she were malfunctioning. When Eliana didn't respond, Senka threw her to the floor, leaving her in a crumpled pile of twisted limbs, battered from the rough landing, too stunned to move.

"I will make you my PERFECT little daughter. I can't wait to feel you WRIGGLING in my womb."

The strength came back to Eliana's arms, but not her legs, leaving her limply dragging her lower half along the floor as she tried to crawl away from the monster before she pounced. She scooted back, her struggles feeling as if they were underwater, a heaviness to her muscles that kept her from properly fleeing. It was all in vain. There was no escape from Senka, and the nightmare wasn't even taking her time anymore. She was like a feral creature, her body emitting thunderous sounds like wet roars, noises that were as aggressively sexual as they were ferocious, squelching and dripping with her every aggressive movement. Eliana didn't get far before she had her muzzle pressing into Senka's slimy palm, fingers wrapped around her face, claws digging into her skull. She flopped about as she was dragged along, shoved between Senka's thick thighs as the monster took a seat, filling the room with her mass, tentacles extending from her form, groping their way along the walls, streaking slime over the concrete.

She managed to scream this time. Eliana was strangely proud of that. It felt like breaking through a set of invisible binds, showing her defiance in the form of a terrified screech. It was the best she could hope for while being tormented by a monster from beyond her world. She heard the squish before she felt it, that warm touch of the creature's sex slipping slickly over her face, muffling any further sound in squelching darkness. She felt it clamp her like a vise, dragging her inwards, flexing in ways far beyond natural. The feeling came back into her legs just in time to start kicking and thrashing, putting on a show of struggling that only seemed to make Senka's pussy squeeze down harder all around her entire form. It slurped her away with a plethora of sloppy noises, leaving Eliana to drag her feet against the floor, slipping in the growing puddle of Senka's liquid lust, juices pouring out of her and flowing into the cheetah's mouth, her nose, her ears, bringing back to mind the terrible sensation of drowning.

With enough squirming, she was able to find the room to breathe, though it wasn't easy with the force coming down on her ribs. That womb was far from accommodating. She felt herself slipping inside it, feeling flexes from all sides compress her until her spine was popping, and her ribs were starting to crack. She whimpered in fright, but it wasn't hurting yet. Senka wasn't relenting. Eliana felt herself kneaded right inside, gobbled up by the monster's pussy, her tail and toes sealed behind those clenching lips until she was little more than a bulge in the horror's lower belly. She wasn't even much of one. Senka was far too large to look engorged with her prey, leaving the cheetah as little more than a rounded, wiggling shape beneath her fat, kicking and struggling against the unstoppable force of those contractions. Every squeeze was a little tighter, popping every trace of air out of her joints, straining her skeleton to the limits until she finally started to break, crushed by the might of the otherworldly womb.

The pain began as Senka moaned to her, singing her words like a lullaby.

"Sleep and dream for me, sweet girl. You'll be mama's very own, before long. I'm going to have so much fun with you."

The walls were tighter still, and that was when she heard the cracking. Eliana's bones were splintering, bit by bit, slowly crushed in the deadly grip of those encroaching walls. A cheetah was flexible, but there simply wasn't enough space for her body anymore. She was sealed all but airtight inside, slowly suffocating as she managed nothing more than raspy breaths. Her lungs couldn't inflate fully, and it was only getting worse with every squeeze. She felt her toes starting to go numb, the blood no longer circulating as she was every so gradually crushed together by the slippery walls of the nightmare's womb. Her knees were up near her head, pressing to her cheeks as she was folded up and mashed into a rounder and rounder shape, losing her definition to the sheer force of Senka's insides, her bones crackling light thunder, every crunch louder than the last, leaving her ears ringing with a sound like being chewed on, smashed to mush every time the monster flexed tight. But not too quickly. She was left to endure every single moment, every flash of agony as her ribs were slowly forced up into her lungs, her anguished cries becoming choked gurgles as she felt hot crimson bubbling its way up her throat.

Senka slowed down once she'd done that much damage. Her grip never relented, but she simply held Eliana like that a while, letting her stew in the pain and terror, feeling her body being mangled and broken, feeling death creeping into her veins, a little at a time. She was dying, suffocating, but she still had time. Senka savoured every moment, every little twitching convulsion that came from the cheetah's broken body, greedily groping at her own gut to squeeze inwards on that partly destroyed form, kneading with powerful fingers that Eliana could feel right through her slimy hide. The extra touches just made her position all the more uncomfortable, all the more painful, especially when the nightmare dipped her fingers into her own sex, starting to rub and masturbate to the pleasure of snuffing out her prey inside her womb. Such touches produced some truly excessive noise that matched the mess she was making, dripping, spurting, oozing all over herself and the floor around her as her lustful juices poured out of her body, loudly schlicking over her drenched digits while she moaned her way through Eliana's drawn-out demise.

In time, her echoing moans became a mantra, screamed out in enduring ecstasy, becoming a climax that felt as if it might rip the universe apart.

"Rest, Eliana. Rest. Rest. Rest. Rest. Rest. Rest."

It continued until it was incoherent, no longer words, but a howl from the darkest abyss, and it all came with Senka gushing, her insides violently clamping down around the cheetah, crushing her into little more than paste. She felt bones puncturing through her vitals, felt herself breaking, shattering into smaller pieces, felt her neck twisting to the side, and she survived through all of it. She couldn't even scream for all the pain, her body far too ruined for that, but her nerves stayed perfectly intact, making sure she never went numb, she never faded out, feeling everything that was happening her right up to the final moments. Most of her was broken by then, but her skull remained stubbornly intact, straining, creaking, until it finally broke with a catastrophic crackle that Eliana somehow managed to hear. She felt the waves of death overtaking her again, much more quickly this time, and she was left to convulse with what remained of her muscles, slowly claimed and absorbed by the hungering depths of Senka's eldritch womb.

Eliana didn't know how long she had been dead, but it didn't feel like more than a moment, the mere span of a single breath. Senka was there. Of course she was. There was nothing else anymore. The world swam around the two of them as an empty void. Eliana could feel emptiness unlike anything she'd ever understood before. There was no escape, because there was nowhere to escape to. Maybe it had been erased. Maybe she and Senka were the only two beings left in the whole universe, the nightmare engorged on the essence of existence itself while Eliana recovered from her fate. That would have explained the padding on her body. She had gained some weight almost everywhere, from her breasts to her thighs and butt, to her soft, jiggly belly. She was the picture of a matriarch, her curves smooth and welcoming, wearing her widest smile, ever glowing from within.

She crawled before the goddess, awash with despair, unable to rise any higher than her hands and knees. Senka stood above, looming in her enigmatic way, tendrils of shadow drifting on an unfelt breeze. Eliana crawled until she was at the nightmare's feet. There was no need to think about her own dignity anymore. She could feel the void stretching out around them. No one was there but the two of them. Maybe they never would be again. Eliana entertained the thought that in the time since her last death, Senka had consumed the entire universe, as if merely to make absolutely sure that nothing could interrupt the two of them. There was no other reason to exist but to serve the queen of all remaining reality. The cheetah threw herself on her face before Senka's feet, and began to kiss them, thinking nothing of shame, nothing of degrading herself. There was no one left to judge.

That continued for a time, the cheetah's soft lips pressing firm against the sleek, slippery feet of the living nightmare. Eliana made sure to be generous, worshipping the horror with everything she had. She dragged her tongue in between those thick toes, even wrapped her lips around them, sucking them, adoring them, showing her devotion to the most terrible of beauties ever to exist. The fear was dull in the back of her thoughts, rolling through what remained of her mind. Every slurp she gave, every moment of desperate worship pushed it back a little longer, keeping the terror at bay as she tried not to think about just how doomed she was. She had already been through more than her mortal soul could rightfully withstand. She couldn't imagine how it could get any worse, even as she listened to Senka's disappointed sigh.

"So weak already. The other ones lasted longer, you know."

She lowered herself, and took the cheetah by the scruff, dangling her in the air, hoisting her up as if she were weightless. Eliana didn't bother struggling, just hanging there, swaying slowly, letting Senka's horrific majestic wash over in a wave of colourless light. All was black and white by then, the vibrant tones of the cheetah's pelt drained from her, leaving her coated in gloom like she were living in an old, faded photograph. There was no light left in her own eyes, just a dazed, empty expression to match her near catatonic state of mind. Senka had already taken so much. She was starting to forget who she was, but there was still just enough left that she felt fleeting pangs of anguish for the life she'd lost every time the nightmare spoke her name. She was never going to see anyone ever again, never going to do any of the things she loved. There was only Senka.

"And so you stare, as if this is all meaningless to you. You are starting to bore me, Eliana. Do you know what happens when you bore me?"

There was nothing the cheetah could do to defend herself. She found herself trembling there as she dangled in Senka's merciless grasp, her scruff beginning to ache, but she didn't dare to kick or struggle against that grip. Senka opened her mouth just a little wider, and letting the light within her flood Eliana's senses, becoming part of her, blinding her. The cheetah felt her eyes scorched by the mere glimmer, and even when the nightmare sealed her jaws once more, she was still left with a terrible pain in her forehead, the afterimage burned into her mind as much as her sight. There was something so much worse waiting for her inside the horror. She wasn't sure how to explain it. There was no explaining it. But she knew, for a fact, that she needed to do everything in her diminished power to escape, even if there was nowhere to go. The fate awaiting her inside Senka was worse than anything she could comprehend.

The panic was enough to fuel her for a time. She kicked at the nightmare's body as if that might possible bother her. Senka held on tight, watching her plaything thrashing in absolute terror. Her expression hardly looked to shift, but there was greater malice in her eyes. The way they glimmered and flickered with their godless light was enough to drive Eliana mad. Those patterns, those flashes of meaning beyond her limits, she couldn't bear to look at them. Fear unlike any she had ever experienced before left her jaw stretching open, and a scream ripped from her throat that simply wouldn't cease. She shrieked her horror until her voice ran dry, scratching to painful silence and leaving her with just a rasp. Some part of her knew exactly what was coming, knew exactly how awful it would be, and that was enough to leave her locked in the sheer distress without Senka having to speak a word. But she went ahead and added to the fire of terror inside the cheetah with her words, spoken in a voice like a screeching sawblade.

"I am going to consume you, Eliana. Everything you are and ever were. Everything you ever could have been - gone. For my amusement. No one will ever know you were here. No one will ever know you could have been. In this universe. And each of its many reflections, all the way down to the bottom. You're mine, and mine only."

There wasn't anything more that Eliana could do but to feel the horror inflicted on her as Senka's maw stretched open to something unnatural. It wasn't necessary. She was already big enough to eat the fearful cheetah whole, but she showed off the expanse of her hungering jaws, slick and glowing with the hunger that dwelt inside her, the insatiable need to consume until there was nothing left. Eliana flailed anyway, shoving at those deadly teeth as they framed her vision, fighting with the tongue that wrapped around her naked body like a serpent. It squeezed firmly enough to drain the air from her lungs, putting some strain on her hips that disturbingly reminded her of her experience inside the creature's womb. The undulations of Senka's waiting gullet looked like they could have crushed her, if the grip of her coiling tongue didn't do it first, gripping hard around her chest, curling up beneath her breasts and crushing inwards until she was certain she'd just snap in half at any moment. Her body remained stubbornly resistant. Senka wasn't going to let her die yet.

The screams fell numb in her ruined throat when she felt the embrace of Senka's swallows. She shoved her hands out in an effort to slow herself, slipping in the slime dripping from the nightmare's slathered maw. That just meant her fingers were soon caught in the painful grip of those swallows, dragged in deep as her arms were yanked near to loosening from their sockets, leaving her to lunge forward and smack facefirst at the back of Senka's gullet. From there it was just a matter of squeezing down, leaving her bones to crunch as that tunnel chewed upon them, leaving little crackles in them that stretched down to her core, snuffing the struggle out of her with every crushing compression. All the while, and Senka was rubbing at herself, drowning out all the wet sounds with aggressive moans echoing up her throat, filling Eliana's ears as she taunted her prey.

"Mmm! GLLLP. That's it. SLRRRP. All mine. Give yourself to me. I want all of you, Eliana. You're nothing more than my dinner. And I am going to enjoy destroying you. Slip down into mama's tummy now ... almost there."

Every swallow was so loud as to be catastrophic. Eliana wasn't freefalling so much as she was being slowly forced down an extra-tight tunnel, her breasts mashed tightly to her chest, the air forced out of her lungs in shuddering gasps. It was warm in there. The slime that clung to her body made her want to simply give in, to rest her exhausted muscles, to stop kicking and fighting against a force she couldn't possibly hope to beat. Senka had her. She could have eaten her all in a single gulp, if she wanted. It was only slow because she willed it, letting the cheetah's fear simmer as she descended, one gulp at a time. Eliana couldn't help it. Even knowing she was delighting her tormentor with her struggles, she kicked all the way down, listening to the rumbling moans of pleasure she inspired with her hopeless struggle.

"That's it ..." came Senka's voice, echoing from several directions at once with her rising ecstasy. "Let yourself have hope. You could still escape me if you fight hard enough ..."

The kneading of those inner muscles was working around the cheetah's hips by then. She felt the slime of Senka's gullet oozing into her sex, made more slick when that tongue whipped back around to forcibly stimulate her. It wasn't painful, but it was far too much, plunging inside of her, penetrating her pussy and pumping back and forth without a hint of care. That tongue gave an unsettling wriggle as it writhed its way into her womb, stroking her in and out, leaving her to squeal as she scrunched up her face somewhere in the depths of Senka's chest. She felt raw and overstimulated in seconds, pleasured far too much to even contain, her struggles falling instead to uncontrollable twitching, convulsing with the contractions of her pussy clenching down upon the tongue inside her. She shuddered her way to something like an orgasm, but devoid of the high, of the rush, and instead just an unstoppable force seizing control of her muscles, making each one of them flex and squeeze hard until she was utterly exhausted in the drenching light of Senka's illuminated throat.

Her legs slumped soon after that. She couldn't hold them up anymore, too drained, too sore to do much of anything. Her every muscle was strained, overworked by that forced climax, leaving her to drip and dangle from Senka's drooly jaws. The nightmare tossed her upwards, whipping her legs towards the empty void where there might once have been a sky. Her toes curled against her paws, and one last glimpse of life in her drained body, and then there came that thundering swallow that clamped all around her body, dragging her downwards with the powerful kneading muscles of the nightmarish gullet wrapped around her naked curves. She picked up speed until she hit the bottom, falling for what felt like minutes, even if it were only seconds, time dragging out in her mind, even the tiniest details of her own devouring something that she was forced to savour, forced to endure for as long as she could perceive it, feeling strangely relieved when the sickly sense of falling turned instead to crumpling up at the bottom of Senka's belly, sagging and stretching into her fat gut, rounding it out just enough to leave the nightmare mother looking lightly pregnant, engorged with her prey.

"Ahhh ... good girl, Eliana. Now digest for mama. Don't be afraid to scream when it starts to hurt."

Senka's wicked tone was wet, spoken through the slime and drool that filled her mouth, the cheetah's flavour still lingering on her palate. There was light down there in her stomach. It glowed as if illuminated by a light shining through those solid walls of oozing flesh, making sure Eliana could see every detail of what was happening. And what was to come. Those walls were already pouring out with juices, thick and clinging to her fur, marking down her colourless spots until she was soaked down to the skin, already feeling a faint tingle as the chamber flexed around her. It was like an aggressive massage, not quite crushing her, but ominously kneading, leaving her to squirm her exhausted limbs, making sure she didn't get caught between those fleshy undulations lest a bone get snapped or crushed. There was a tickle, and itch, and a faint irritation on her exposed skin, morphing into something worse with every noisy churn. When she held her arms out in front of her face, the glow was bright enough to let her see the progressive of those horrific digestive fluids.

Her fur had already been robbed of its pretty tawny tone, and soon it was ruined entirely. It loosened from her body, falling out in matted clumps, splashing down into the rising juices all around her. The walls pulled tight, forcing Eliana from a seated position into something more curled up and fetal, her knees against her chest, her neck arched to keep her head above the surface of the bubbling brew that ate away at her once-pretty coat. Then there was his skin. She could hear it sizzling, sounding as if she were being fried alive. It was hotter then. The pain was dull at first, but as she watched her fur-stripped skin begin to peel, to bubble and melt as she was digestive alive and whole, the true torment started seeping into her nerves in time. She jolted violently away from the sight, only to be subdued by the constant churning muscles of Senka's stomach, forced down to dunk her face beneath the surface of the acids, ensuring her whole body was coated in the damning cocktail of slow, painful death.

An attempt at a pained scream came out as only a gurgle, leaving her to gargle the deadly fluids, feeling them running down her throat. They were burning her from the inside in moments, searing through her organs, and never letting her go numb. She was going to feel every single detail, every part of her body being slowly destroyed, burned from the inside out as the layers of her skin burned away. She felt herself liquefying, the flesh of her body slowly turning to melted goo, spreading out amid the soup in which her ruined fur floated all about, reminding her of what she'd lost. The massages of Senka's hands from the outside, clutching her, kneading her, soothing her own noisy belly, cooing to her as she slowly melted into something less than herself only made it worse. Every squeeze stirred up a little more activity inside that stomach. For an eldritch horror, it was fairly ordinary, just as ruthless and sloppy as any mortal creature's gut. And Eliana was food.

It was more than just her flesh. As her body tore apart, torturously turned to sludge one hungry slosh at a time, she felt her mind racing. All those precious memories that she had once called her own, all those moments of her life that had made her happy were promptly ripped from her. She felt as if claws were rooting around through her skull, pulling away all that had once made her who she was. A familiar face became a stranger before it was gone entirely, melting in her thoughts, digested like the rest. Her skin was alight with fiery anguish as the nightmare's acids ate through the layers of her flesh, leaving it soft as if slow-cooked, pulling right from slick bone. And her mind roared with an internal wail, fighting with that influence, trying not to let go. It was all she had left. Even if her body died, again and again, she would still have herself. She couldn't let Senka take that away.

Such a desperate effort was interrupted by her dying spasms. Her body finally had enough. She was melted to the point of nearly skeletal, her insides hardly present, her breathing ceased, her heart silent. She twitched there in the murky mess of her own digesting body, trembling out with the last throes of pain and terror. Then she slumped, her head dipping down beneath the surface, face already stripped to the bone, the rest soon following as she sizzled and burned in merciless acid. She was nothing more than bloody bone in moments, clattering together, and those too hardly lasted long. They were little more than dust, hollowed fragments breaking apart in the gurgling chyme, mixing with the rest of her. All she had left were her thoughts, devoid of all sensation for a time, feeling her sense of self plucked away one piece at a time.

Soon, there was little more than her name. She knew she was Eliana, but nothing more. Perhaps she had always been there, a part of Senka, consumed on a whim for the sake of pleasure. She dwelt in idle nothingness, trying to recover what had been taken from her. There were still tiny traces like outlines in her memory, gaps where she could feel something missing, but she couldn't reach out and grasp what had once been there. Senka gave a belch, and she heard it echoing through the void, a crude proclamation of a satisfying meal, ruined in her gut, absorbed into her figure. Eliana was aware of that somehow too. She felt as if she could see Senka's body growing thicker, visibly padding out with the added fat of a digested cheetah. Most of her went to the rounded curves of the nightmare's ass, leaving her that much heftier, pleasantly squishing, more motherly in shape with every bit of digested cat she added to herself. Even when she felt the kneading of Senka's hands upon her own backside, Eliana wasn't sure what was going on, disoriented, barely holding onto her own self-awareness. So the nightmare spelled it out.

"Ohh, how delightful. I can feel you there, Eliana. You're ass fat now. A little extra jiggle for mama to rub and squeeze. Oh, and it feels so good."

The moan was pleasant on the one hand, but beneath there echoed something more like a horrific wail as Senka pressed her fingers deep into the soft cheeks of her own backside, massaging herself, playing with the new plumpness that used to be a cheetah. Eliana could feel every single detail, every squeeze, every wobble, part of that backside and sharing its sensations for as long as Senka would keep her. Time slowed, then. She wasn't fully aware of it, but she could certainly feel it. The nightmare's ominous groaning became an extended note, a single droning sound enough to inspire madness as those tender squeezes continued for what felt like days. A little more of Eliana faded with every time Senka kneaded her new fat, but the cheetah stubbornly held on, even as the time stretched out to weeks, to full on years. She could barely fathom any other kind of existence, couldn't remember being anything but part of the nightmare's shapely ass, but she held on. It was all part of Senka's plan.

Perhaps it had been decades in the void together, the horror content to simply pleasure herself, teasing her victim all the while. Time accelerated suddenly, lurching forward fast enough to give Eliana a feeling like whiplash. She felt them moving, then. Senka was walking, or perhaps floating, jiggling the cheetah on her ass all the while. She wasn't speaking out loud, but the words rang in the hollow expanse of Eliana's mostly-empty mind anyway, echoing back and forth where her memories used to be.

"Not just you, sweet thing. Every one of you. Every Eliana that ever was, from every mirror of your world, ever splintered possibility. All of you are going into mama's belly."

Eliana wasn't entirely certain what that meant at first, but it became clear when she heard the same words spoken as before. The same sounds, the same struggles, and finally her own face, smothered down beneath the shape of Senka's ass, just like before. All was going as it did when she was alive, and the pinned form of the other Eliana licking at the nightmare's rump was a stark reminded of what she had lost. She had been a person, a living feline, and Senka had taken it all away. And she wasn't the only one. As time went on, she felt herself gradually more aware of the sounds all around her. She wasn't the only one. The universes were ripe with unlimited possibility, of infinite versions of herself, all living their lives just a little differently. And they were part of Senka now. They screamed within her fat, all trapped as part of those perfectly soft curves. Others simply groaned, droning out in mindless anguish, knowing nothing of themselves any longer. Eliana was forced to listen, to feel the touches of her other self, tormented and killed, over and over, and each time one of those poor cheetahs got painfully added to Senka's eldritch body, she was a little less.

How many of her were there? She couldn't count anymore. Maybe she had never been the original. Maybe she was just a shadow, a clone, a copy of the true Eliana somewhere. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing did anymore. In the fading darkness overtaking her, there was just enough of her mind left to feel one last shred of terror. She and all the others screamed together, each one once a living cheetah with the hope of surviving Senka's whims. And each of them had failed. They faded together, absorbed into mama nightmare's fat, erased in little pieces until they blinked out of existence one by one. It was like a jarring little pop, their last moments of pure horror projected out onto Eliana, reminding her that someday she would be next. All her fleeting thoughts, all those feelings, they would expire with the rest of her, until she and all the other versions of her, were really, truly, irreversibly erased. As if they had never been. And before the end, Eliana was inflicted with a terrible knowing, with the looming knowledge of the void that awaited her, a true understanding of the horror that was ceasing to have ever existed. It washed over her like a tide, like drowning under the waves of a violent ocean, dragging her into the deep, internally screaming until all was silent, and she was gone.

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Gone. Until, she wasn't. She still knew all about the great nothingness, but she understood it as part of her then. It wasn't something to be feared, simply part of her existence, the great void that lived inside of her now. She wasn't a cheetah anymore. She hadn't been for some time. But in her slumber, Senka ruled supreme, and reality no longer applied. Of course she knew that smiling monster. She was the same one who had called to her, however many years ago it had been, deep beneath the abandoned place. Eliana had left her body behind then, to become something new, reinvented by her mother's love. That wasn't her name anymore either. She was Syl'lotath, daughter of the Senkamori, offspring of the nightmare herself. Senka held her close to her soft body, gently stroking her, kneading into Syl's own black, slippery curves with her tender fingers.

"There you are, sweetie. Welcome back. Take your time. I'm right here." There was nothing false nor foul about Senka's kindly voice. She was tender and genuine, a soothing presence even after all the pain and fear she had inflicted. None of that was real.

Syl still felt some lingering terror as the dream faded, releasing her from its grip. It all melted away in the warmth of her mother's love. Senka embraced her and rubbed her and held her in her lap, and they gazed into each other's matching eyes. The fear was gone, and then came the happiness. Of course. It all came back in time. Her new life was one of love, of being adored by her nightmarish mother in the deep. Of helping her find ways to safely feed, and of meeting people in her newly reshaped form. The nightmare had been painful for her while it lasted, but those feelings of danger, of vulnerability, she felt as if they were important to explore again. She certainly didn't feel any of them in her waking life anymore. All was well.

"Good ... morning?" Syl asked, and gave a glimmering smile. "Did you get enough, mama?"

"More than enough." Senka gave a slow lick of her lips to show it, and then gently took Syl by the wrist, placing her hand on the plump rise of her belly. "I am full. Thank you, dear. I hope you don't regret it."

"It was my idea. I wanted to do it for you. But also ... for me." She took a moment to think. Words came easier after her transformation, but it was still a difficult thought to fully articulate. "She's gone. The cheetah, I mean. But, some of those feelings, even the bad ones. I don't know why, but I was craving them. And I knew I could trust you."

Senka leaned close, and gave a rub of her cheek against Syl's own, squeezing her a little closer, trapping her in the kindly embrace of a great big motherly hug.

"You know I'd never hurt you. Not for real.."

"I know." Syl gave a sigh, feeling safe in the eldritch mother's arms. Though she couldn't help but giggle out when she thought about it a little. "Wow, though. You were mean!"

The look on Senka's face made it seem as if she might have been blushing. She even seemed to simulate it briefly with a little flash of ghostly light.

"I know. I am sorry. I was hungry and you were ... there was much to take from you. It tasted good. I will be sure to make it up to you."

"Oh, mom. Don't be silly! That's what you do. I'm not upset." Syl gave as happy sigh, and leaned her head against Senka's bosom. Before she could get settled in too much, she gave a playful squirm and tilted her monstrous head back to look at her mother's inverted smile. "You were so impressive! It's like you knew exactly how to get to me. You really are the scariest thing in the whole wide universe. Or all of them, I guess."

Syl said it with the utmost of affection, and Senka took it as a compliment, exactly as intended.

"Thank you, dear. That's very kind of you to say."

"You were perfect. I loved it - or well, I do now, thinking about it. And ... it's kind of turning me on to be honest.." She wriggled some more, and leaned in to nuzzle one of Senka's breasts, turning her head to the side to get comfy in the nightmare's cleavage. "You never need to tell me you're sorry for doing what you need to do. I love you, mama nightmare."

The two of them pressed their fangs together in a kiss, their tongues writhing and grasping at one another, in a way that might have been frightening to anyone who didn't understand how much they adored one another.

"I love you, Syl'lotath" Senka told her through the sloppy smooch.

Though they were merely three words, she spoke them with such meaning, such depth, that Syl felt as if she truly meant them, perhaps more than anyone who had even uttered the same phrase before. A mortal love was one thing. To rest there in the embrace of the living nightmare, held close and cared for by the eater of dreams herself, was to truly feel the vastness of the universe open before her, to understand concepts as the truly were, and not as mere shadows, mere imitations. Syl was Senka's, and she would never stop loving her, keeping her forever safe in an eldritch mother's eternal care.