Going Bump In The Night
A corgi goes to bed and it doesn't exactly go as planned.
Holly was relaxing after a long, busy day, her diminutive feet propped up on a pillow while she sipped a glass of wine in celebration of her first week in the new apartment. It was a good bit nicer than her last one, lacking the leaking roof, peeling paint, and nearby meth labs that she'd somehow grown accustomed to. And it even had two more closets to boot. The corgi's tail wagged a bit as she took another sip, quite satisfied with herself.
She'd been at the donut shop for a few years now, and while she had gained a few pounds here and there, Holly would perhaps be a bit more glad to tell you she'd also gained several small increases in pay that were most definitely adding up. The hours were great, too. She didn't have to be in so early as to require she be asleep before sundown, and she was out early enough to have most of her afternoon free for, well, anything. Today she'd manage to pay some bills, go out with a few friends, and still make it home at a reasonable hour.
Of course, the best days still have to end like any other. Holly sighed after checking her clock, only in part from annoyance. She was due in bed in the next fifteen minutes or so. The compact canine quickly gulped the remainder of the crimson stuff down and stood up, tail twitching faintly as she headed to rinse the glass out.
Soon enough, she was going through her usual bedtime ritual-- using the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and then relaxing with a warm shower. Her clothes set aside, the short, pudgy corgi looked herself over in the mirror with a little smile. Her soft fur was always well groomed, and she loved it- a nice golden brown covered most of her body, though her muzzle, neck and belly had a nice cream color, as did her paws. Sure, she had a bit of a belly. That was hard to avoid in her line of work, and never really bothered her much. She was also nicely stacked and had a good, soft rump under her short tail. And of course, those balls and the dark-skinned dick that laid atop them were nothing to sneeze at. Sure, she wasn't huge, but she always had enough to get the job done.
Still, eventually Holly had to quit admiring herself and step in, pulling the door shut behind her. She still couldn't get over how cool it was to have that fancy looking textured glass door instead of a cheap curtain. And of course, that was nothing compared to having a water heating system that worked. Her short tail wagged a bit as she turned the knob with her little, short-fingered hands, prompting already-hot water to flow from the spout and soak into her soft fur as it rolled down her curvy body. Holly's tongue lolled slightly as she shampooed herself, lathering the stuff up in her fur and letting the water rinse it out, turning around slowly to ensure every bit of her was nice and clean.
Following a minute or two with a towel, and another moment of admiring herself in the mirror before slipping into a loose, ratty old T-shirt, Holly was nearly ready for bed. All that was left once she arrived in her bedroom was to set the alarm. And the lights. Of course. The corgi's seemingly non-stop wagging had finally stopped, and with a bit of shame and a bit of apprehension, she plugged in her nightlight. The old thing flickered on, and Holly sighed before killing the other lights. With that, she flopped into her bed, pulling the thick, warm blanket up to her neck.
The nightlight was silly, sure. She'd had it since childhood, and as hard as it was for her to admit sometimes, she never really got over that silly fear of the dark. She hadn't really looked for help since her teens, finding it was a waste of time and money. Getting over it had proved impossible, but she found herself capable of managing it. All that required was keeping a light of some sort handy.
Being an imaginative sort had it's perks, but without a light of some sort it was hard for her not to imagine all sorts of things just out of sight. A creak in the pipes became an imp creeping along. Footsteps most likely originating with neighbors were often associated with shapeless, terrible beasts. That scratching she heard every night since moving in, well, she wasn't even sure it was real. The corgi suspected it was her mind playing tricks, looking for a flaw in her new home that wasn't there. That wasn't a professional opinion, but she'd met enough professionals to guess that's what one would say.
It still bothered her. Holly could already hear it- a strange, shuffling, scratching sort of sound that seemed far too close. The dog's ears drooped slightly and her pulse rose, despite the knowledge that it was, in all likelihood, nothing at all. She quickly tried to take her mind off it, thinking instead of the colorful, pretty pastries she would be selling in the morning. Holly was, fortunately, very capable of dozing off despite her fear-- a skill she was forced to learn over the past two and a half decades.
Soon enough, the corgi was asleep, though her dreams were not of the most pleasant variety. She might later recall being out at night, simply walking around downtown. It was one of those strange, inexplicably oppressive dreams: nothing was really wrong, at least nothing she could observe; but she couldn't shake that feeling of dread as she wandered the empty, silent streets. She was glad nobody could see her in her minimalist nightwear, but still found herself unable to determine exactly what she was doing there, or why she was so tense.
As Holly passed under a streetlight, her bare feet carefully stepped between bits of broken glass and her amber eyes surveyed the street. She knew this road- it was just a few blocks from where she worked. She even took this road on occasion when traffic was bad. But it had never looked so run-down. Had she never noticed it before, or was something really strange happening here?
The answer to that question came in the form of a loud crack overhead as the light blew out, leaving her in total darkness. In an instant, she was back in her bed, panting as wide eyes darted about the room. Her trusty nightlight was failing for the first time she could ever recall, and that overwhelming apprehension she'd felt in the dream filled her once more in an instant. After a few more flickers, the poor thing gave out, and Holly's beloved illumination was gone. Unfortunately, the noises that made her slumber so difficult to begin with were not.
The corgi's ears flattened as she laid back down, her whole body tense. She could barely move, and found herself breathing as quietly as possible, shallow breaths concealing the rise and fall of her chest from, well, whatever could be out there. The pudgy corgi's mouth felt dry. It wasn't long before her hands slowly pulled the plush, spaceship-printed blanket up over her face. Was the scratching getting louder? Holly told herself it was just in her head, and hoped she was right. She had to be, right? The corgi fully expected to have a silly story to never tell, about how she sat in bed at two in the morning, too scared to even glance out from under her blanket at the nothing that was there until she finally dozed off, only to wake up fine and dandy.
What she did not expect was to have a thoroughly bizarre story nobody would ever believe. A tale that would, in all likelihood, put her in an institution, and possibly the news if it were to be told later. An occurrence that would push her outlook on nighttime even further away from the norm. So of course, that is precisely what happened.
Holly was a bit shocked when the strange, rough sounds she had nearly grown accustomed to simply stopped. "Least I get a pleasant surprise, too," she thought, beginning to relax slightly. She was finally expecting to be able to catch some more sleep before work, until she felt something brushing across her foot. The slight sensation on Holly's rough pad was, unsurprisingly, a great deal more of a shock than the sudden disappearance of that noise, and perhaps even more unsettling than the lack of illumination- though that might not have been the case had the light been present. In an instant, the corgi had drawn both her feet back up before quickly sitting up and scanning her room, half expecting to see a mouse or, at worst, a spider scurrying out from beneath her blankets. There was nothing to be seen.
With a sigh, Holly laid back once more, taking the deep breaths any given therapist might suggest for relaxation, though her feet weren't ready to reach too far down her bed just yet. Unfortunately, she found they still weren't drawn quite far enough back. Something touched her foot again, only this time she couldn't pull away- whatever it was had taken hold of her ankle! And what's more, just as she began to cry out, something took hold of her muzzle, forcing it shut.
Holly immediately tossed her blankets aside to find whatever was tugging at her foot, but as she thrashed she saw a figure in her room. It was an incredibly dark blue, almost impossible to see aside from the bright, almost glowing blue-green of it's eyes. And it was big, too. The bipedal creature was at least seven feet tall, maybe even a bit closer to eight. It was hard for the trembling canine to tell for sure, or to even move at this point, her wide eyes staring up at the beast as she, well, just sat there.
Holly's body was tense, and her mind full of fear. She was so shocked, so terrified of what was standing in front of her she simply could not react. Her eyes darting all over the form, she realized the thing keeping her from screaming was a part of him! It was a long, thin appendage, wrapped tight around her muzzle and trailing around to his back. She noticed even more of these wiggling around behind him and thought she saw a smile as one of his huge hands reached for her.
That was it, wasn't it? Holly had nowhere to run. It already had a hold of her. Once the massive hand took her shoulder in it's uncomfortably firm grip, once she found herself pulled toward the strange beast, the corgi shut her eyes tightly. Holly was fully expecting her life to end in the next moment. Fortunately for her, this night had something of a penchant for surprises.
Her sensitive ears could hear the monster's saliva dripping onto the sheet, but in the moment she expected her head to be bitten off, or her throat torn open, she was instead hit with something far more shocking- a kiss. And perhaps even more surprising, it was just about the best kiss she'd ever had. Perhaps it was the relief, perhaps it was the way the presumed attacker teased at her lips with his sticky drool-covered tongue. Probably a bit of both. Terrifying as this ordeal had been thus far, Holly's apprehension was already beginning to fade.
As she felt another hand take her left shoulder, she found herself beginning to press into his smooch, her mouth surprisingly eager to open as the creature's tongue pressed to her lips. He was quick to slurp into her muzzle and over her tongue, coating it with the same drool that was rolling down her chin. The corgi found herself relaxing, oddly enough. Her heart no longer felt like it was trying to smash through her sternum, and her limbs no longer felt stiff as boards. As much as the trembling canine still wanted to scream and run and hide, even she had to admit it felt great.
Her eyes fluttered open to find her paws on the beast's shoulders, and she couldn't help a little sigh as a massive hand massaged down each of her sides, another holding onto each of her arms as he drew back from her lips. One of his numerous tentacles curled over each of her thighs, and with a quick tug she was facing him. Her fear had dissipated and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness well enough by now that she could begin to make out his form. He had no fur or scales, and his skin was a satin dark blue save the pair of teal bands on each wrist and thigh. As she had observed already, the creature had four thick, beefy arms, all connected to a thick, powerfully built torso. His legs were similarly large and muscular, and a curious glance down showed her they ended in large taloned feet with three toes in front and one in the back, all digging into her carpet slightly as his thick, lizard-esque tail swished behind them. She couldn't count all the soft, squishy tentacles poking from his back, let alone how many of them were writhing along her legs. As her eyes trailed back up, she was able to confirm that he was most definitely a he. Between his legs hung a pair of softball sized balls and a fat, half-limp shaft, the head upon it colored the same teal as those bright bands on his limbs.
Upon seeing this, the little corgi couldn't help a blush, much to the creature's apparent amusement. She looked up as he chuckled, meeting his teal, glowing eyes just as a smile formed across his jagged mouth. She could feel his big hands sliding to her stomach as one of those odd, warm tentacles wrapped around each of her wrists. He massaged over her soft belly for a few moments, earning a happy little sigh from the increasingly unapprehensive corgi. And once Holly's eyes fell shut again, she could feel a weight on her breasts- one of his hands on each of them while the others continued to massage over her belly. Her eyes quickly opened, and in an instant her protests were muffled by the mouth around her muzzle.
A hand was suddenly on the back of Holly's neck to keep her close, and she quickly found that pushing against him was not particularly unlike pushing against a wall. He held on almost effortlessly while his tongue pressed against her mouth once more. Oddly enough, she found herself sucking at his tongue. Despite the apparent danger of having her face stuffed into another creature's mouth- especially a monstrous and completely unknown one- she found herself extremely comfortable. Her shoulders slumped as his tongue continued to writhe around in her mouth, slathering more and more of his oddly pleasant drool throughout her muzzle.
Holly finally tried to speak out, but the beast's long, pointed ears were trained upon her, and at the first bit of sound she found her very breath sucked away. She tried to struggle, but the monster held fast, depriving her for several seconds before finally pushing his own hot breath into her, much to her short-lived relief. As his hands began to rub along her breasts through her shirt, he inhaled her breath a second time, exhaling it hotly through his nose over her face while another hand pressed into her crotch. She struggled weakly against his strong hands and tentacles, and was kept breathless for a few more seconds. Another breath back into her, and the relief was back. She wanted to pant, but the mouth around her snout kept that off her list of options.
He seemed quite content to keep this up. Holly soon ceased her struggles, at least in part because her body felt limp as his hands felt and teased all over her. It didn't take long for her cock to perk up, and in an instant she found herself shuddering in pleasure as his slightly-rough padded fingers teased up and down her stiffening shaft. As his mouth muffled a slight moan, the beast drew one more breath from her. Holly found herself trying once more to wriggle free as her back was pressed into the bed and her cock gripped tightly.
The fear crept into her once more as he held her breath several seconds longer than before. Holly began to squirm feebly until her body simply had no more strength. Her eyes fluttered shut, and just as she expected her consciousness to fade, she was finally given another breath before he slipped off her face with a loud slurp. As he loomed over her, Holly looked up, panting and lolling her tongue while his hands continued to fondle over her body. One of them gave her shaft a squeeze, informing her that her cock had gotten rock hard, needy and throbbing while she was so focused on his mouth, his tongue, and perhaps most importantly trying to breathe at her own pace.
And as his lower left hand teased over her dick, it's right side counterpart took hold of his own- now throbbing and standing proud, nearly as thick as Holly's arm and just shy of a foot long. If that weren't enough, the apparent master of multitasking was also prying her legs apart with his tentacles, almost without effort while his remaining hands dragged their claws across her shirt, teasing at her for the first couple passes until he finally found the right spots to dig into the garment. From there, he had it ripped open to expose her soft belly and breasts almost instantly. He didn't hesitate to take advantage of it, forcing her to gasp with his pinnching and occasionally twisting fingers. He even gave her a tug, just enough to lift her up a hair as his tentacle slipped off her muzzle to pull her arms behind her back and, in the space of a few seconds, wound around her belly to keep them there.
By the time the poor corgi caught her breath, he was pressing down onto her, squeezing her tits just a little harder than she'd like while his tentacles squeezed and caressed all over her body. And before she could really get a grip on what was happening, the teal head of his dick dipped under her balls and pressed against her lower lips. Without hesitating, the beast shoved himself right in, stretching Holly wide while his hand ran down her own shaft, drawing another gasp from the small canine.
Holly could hear a powerful rumble emanating from him as his throbbing cock slid into her. His hand continued to stroke down as he pushed nearly half of his dick in before dragging it right back out, very nearly slipping out of her muff entirely before pushing right back in, pinching her nipples and squeezing her dick tight as he did. After few more pushes, each one deeper than the last, each one stretching her pussy a bit more to accommodate him. He finally managed to bury his cock in her and wore a satisfied smile as it stayed there for a few moments, throbbing hard within her as his massive mitts squeezed and rubbed in time with it.The sensations were overwhelming, and soon enough Holly was groaning each time the monstrous cock pushed into her, making her own dick drool and her toes curl.
Holly was never really one to last, though. In fact, if it weren't for the fear still clinging in the back of her mind, she might have blown already under all of this stimulation. But as it were, she lasted through all of a half dozen or so thrusts before that familiar pleasure and heat welled up in her, a moan escaping as her balls tensed up above his shaft. Then, in keeping with this particular night's affinity for surprises, her orgasm was cut off with a slight pain as his grip on her dick tightened tremendously. The pleasure subsided slowly, not unlike one would expect after a climax. But the pressure and need remained, and even increased as the strokes resumed.
It was mere minutes before she was at the edge once more, and another powerful squeeze kept her climax at bay yet again. Holly whimpered as the beast edged her, his hips still rolling and pumping that massive cock in and out of her. Every minute or so he'd deliver that mighty squeeze, keeping her from blowing her load and building more and more pressure in her substantial balls. Each squeeze seemed to come sooner than the last, and it wasn't long before he had to tighten his grip with each thrust.
Though the monster atop her was clearly not immune to a buildup of arousal himself- as time went on, his pace quickened, his throbs became increasingly erratic and his gropes and pinches rougher. He was squeezing her tits almost painfully, gripping her hips a hair too hard and nearly slamming his body against hers with each thrust before he finally hilted himself and allowed her to blow her load, right after his own pumped into her. As the incredible warmth and pressure filled her, the corgi's own balls emptied and sprayed their hot, sticky strands of white all over her body, accompanied by a loud moan. The orgasms dragged on and she could feel claws digging into her soft skin, if only slightly, as the beast growled in satisfaction. After blasting what she'd previously thought an impossible amount of spunk all over herself and being filled with an even more impossible amount-- enough to bulge her belly just slightly-- the canine couldn't do much more than pant, body exhausted and nearly limp beneath the beast.
As Holly began to catch her breath, the monster dick finally began to draw back. Her snatch was already drooling his white mess, and his hands felt and massaged all over her body and rubbed her spunk into her fur. The coated canine found herself breathing heavy, sighing in relief and pleasure. Sure, the thing was terrifying at first, but after all this she was more than willing to admit she'd been wrong. This time, as his tentacles and hands lifted her back up and pulled her into another smooch, she didn't put up the slightest of fights, but instead gladly returned the kiss.
His tentacles unwound from her arms, letting them hang at her sides as their lips pressed together. As her paws pressed to his chest, his own mitts began to heft her up. Holly gave a mouth-muffled sound of some sort in surprise, only to have her muzzle engulfed in the creature's mouth once more, silencing any further noises. She trusted him this time, even enjoying the breath he pushed into her before her body was hefted up in his hands and coiled tentacles with a slight muzzle-muffled grunt.
Holly wasn't sure what to expect from here, though the monster's pleased rumbles told her things were just fine. Her tired eyes closed, and in a moment or two her entire face was wrapped in warm, wet mouth. It felt good, it was nothing to complain about. And even after he gulped and pulled her neck into his mouth, tongue wrapped over it and throat tight around her muzzle, she had difficulty even considering a struggle. In fact, the drowsy dog, despite feeling a bit of familiar fear in the back of her head, knew that even if this was what it seemed, that she would be helpless to stop it, and so instead opted to enjoy the warmth and the pressure. As another gulp and apparent widening of his mouth brought her cum-glazed tits into his mouth, the beast rolled his tongue over them, teasing along the corgi's nipples. Her sigh of pleasure was all but inaudible.
In an instant, another gulp drew her chest into the tight, warm hug of his throat, her legs hanging in the air as that long, black tongue snaked between them and pushed her deeper into the creature. A pair of hands took her thighs, and with a bit of a push, a bit of a pull and one mighty gulp, the cream-filled corgi disappeared, becoming visible only as a bulge in the monster's satisfied belly. She shifted slightly in him until she was comfortable, fully pacified by her spent state, the warm, snug space she had fallen into and the powerful, satisfied rumble reverberating around and through her. It took all of a few seconds for Holly to pass out.
Holly was surprised yet again to find herself woken up by her obnoxious alarm clock's buzzing and ringing. The sun would be up shortly, and in that time she'd have to brush her teeth and eat breakfast and get dressed, most likely in that order. As she prepared to brush, a casual glance at the mirror showed her to be a little rougher around the edges than usual. A little self feeling confirmed that she had was a bit tender here and there- Holly had picked up a few bruises last night, and her fur was stiff with her cum, though she still had trouble believing any of it had happened. Having no time to shower, she went through her day knowing her fur wasn't so clean as she'd like, and she couldn't help being slightly annoyed at that.
The day dragged and the corgi spent much of her downtime wondering what exactly had happened the previous night. Did she have the strangest, most vivid of wet dreams? And did that mean she was into some truly bizarre things? Did she actually get devoured by some lusty beast? If that was it, how was she ringing Fred up for his usual apple fritter and mocha now? It very nearly gave her a headache. But she could confirm at least one thing: Her nightlight had burnt out.
On the way home, Holly stopped at a hardware store. Using the old one for reference, she was able to find a new bulb for her ancient light in mere minutes. She couldn't help a smile at the low total, and simply ignored the cashier's inquiries about her kids as she handed him a fiver. A couple more stops and she'd be home.
That evening, following her nightly ritual, Holly pulled the old bulb and replaced it. Just as she leaned down to plug her trusty light in, her ears picked up a familiar sound- a scratching and scraping, seeming to pour out from under her bed. She stopped dead in her tracks, practically frozen- though only for a moment. Her tail began to wag, and she decided to set the old thing on the dresser instead before flopping into her bed with a grin.