FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Summary

You, a micro that has the ability to reform, stumbles upon a monster like none other. One that delights in being able to torment you, over and over again.

Notes

CW: This fic contains

-Hard Vore

-Blood/Gore

-Macro/Micro

-Footplay + Crush references

-Disturbing / Horror-themes

"Into His Abyss" was initially written around and posted on Furaffinity Jan '26

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61160964/

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I sometimes add visual elements into my fics. These might not show up all that well in here. To see the original source file, check out my FA listed above.

A fun little idea I had in mind recently and a bit of a side project to share with folks, since I've been writing a lot less fetish-fueled stuff lately. So, I figured writing something a bit more explicit would be a good diversion between finishing up another major project I'm doing.

Micros that can reform are funny. Some just love getting ate or stepped on, no matter how painful it is. They just come back and ask for more.

Well, other than the good ol' poking fun at the classic "ARE THEY GONNA BE OKAY?" comments that would pop up on some folks' art back in the day...what if we turned things on their head?

What if, being able to reform as a micro after death, is actually a terrifying experience. Especially if you come across a certain predator who takes pleasure in tormenting others and breaking them down to their basest selves.

Yep, good ol' Raigengrau is here to stir the pot!

This (might) be a weekly or bi-weekly series I do. Small, short stories that are written from the reader's POV, as a micro that can reform. A micro that, just-so-happened, to have bumped into their worst nightmare.

Well, you know the old Dark Souls advertisements and commercials, right? Something, something "Prepare to Die"?

I guess this micro in particular is going to have to "Prepare To Die" then. Over...and over...and over...and-

The ending notes will have some reference art of certain characters mentioned here that I have commissioned over the past few years. Feel free to check it out.

Into His Abyss

CW: This fic contains

-Hard Vore

-Blood/Gore

-Macro/Micro

-Footplay + Crush references

-Disturbing / Horror-themes

From nothing to something, your body shot upright, as you awoke with a gasp.

Freshly formed lungs expanded with your breath, the cold intake of air stung the newly knit tissue.

An exhale. Inhale. You could barely catch your breath.

“W-where is he?!”

The panicked thought coursed through your recreated cerebellum, as your eyes darted from left-to-right, the refilled fluid already having perfectly replicated the shape of your eyes.

You felt the hard, wooden surface of the desk underneath your rear, the bookshelves of the moonlit Gothic library stretching upward into infinity, as your tiny body took in your surroundings.

“Haven’t been here before. Last time...it was on the floor, when he stepped on me. No, wait…”

Your newly reformed body wasn’t used to itself just yet. It always took a few moments to “settle” into your new flesh.

“Maybe...maybe last time he ate me? I remember seeing his jaws closing. Or did he throw me into a blender with some fruit..?”

Being a micro with the ability to reform, you were used to these kinds of situations. You often found yourself underfoot or “accidentally” lost in someone’s salad, only to end up squirming down their throat moments later. While you weren’t impervious to pain, you welcomed these kinds of situations as a new way to explore your identity.

And with the ability to reform within a week’s time, you never felt like you were in any true danger. You really weren’t sure how the process worked, but like clockwork, your body would come together again in seven days. At worst, your brain would take a few moments to “catch up” with your past, such as remembering how you previously died. While your flesh would be completely restored in every possible way, your body also needed some time to perfectly function again. And sometimes, you would end up in a completely new location when you reformed.

You considered it almost like a “boot-up” process. A small price to pay, for never having to worry about being shuffled off this mortal coil.

At least, you didn’t have to worry about much, until you met _ him _.

* * *

You weren’t quite sure how you ended up in the occult academy’s dark halls. But the sight of those glowing ice-blue pinpricks that stared at you from the shadows will be forever burnt into your mind…

During that fateful night, you tried to wander the halls, only for a massive clawed foot to step down in front of you, blocking your path.

Three toes, each ending with an ivory claw. Curvy, red markings wrapped around its ankle. The foot was attached to a black-scaled leg that loomed over you. The creature’s front was covered in crimson scales, its chest marred with a constellation-shaped scar. A tattered and ruined white jacket with a red trim hung from its shoulders, almost resembling a Victorian-era academy uniform of sorts, now covered in black stains and dried blood.

The monster crouched down, staring at you with a wide, wicked smile on his muzzle. The same ice-blue eyes from the dark corridor were now gazing at you unblinkingly.

He called himself _ Raigengrau _ .

An anthro doppelganger dragon...thing. Somehow, he seemed to know all about you and your ability to reform. How you secretly enjoyed and looked forward to each and every end. You wondered how he knew your darkest secrets, yet he just waved your question off with some nonsense about “meta awareness”.

“You’re like a reoccurring rash.” Raigengrau’s multi-layered voice cackled. “Every fuckin’ week, you show up again after goin’ ‘POP’ underfoot or end up in someone’s gut. Sure, you might think it hurts like hell, but I know it makes ya’ tick. Your head’s filled with pure, unfiltered goon-brain-_ rot. _”

“So, I’m gonna make this real fun for ya’.” Raigengrau reached down with a hand_._ You wanted to run, but as he was speaking, you were too busy staring inside of his muzzle. Watching each and every flick and wag of his blue and black mottled tongue. You barely even registered his digits wrapping around your tiny body as he effortlessly lifted you upwards towards his face.

“You wanna get rekt so bad? That’s fine.” Raigengrau licked his lips with that forked tongue of his. “I like it when my toy’s got no survival instinct! And with you being able to pop back up like a bad penny, it means I don’t need to hold back.” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Not even a little bit.”

You gulped nervously at his words. You’ve been in the hands of cruel predators before, but...something felt different about this one.

“I got so many ways I can fuck you up.” Raigengrau’s maniacal grin widened, as he held you in front of his sharp fangs. Each word was like a blast furnace, as hot, sweetly rotten breath washed over you. “I can savor every little scream, and every time I see what your insides look like, you just show up ready for more. An offering, ready for me to smother the life out of you you under my paws. Hoping that I swallow you whole and alive. A walking, talking invitation to _ murder _.”

A tremor ran down your spine. You blood froze in terror.

“Ohhh…” Raigengrau purred. “Is that fear? Or are ya’ getting’ excited? ‘Cuz...we ain’t even at the best part yet.”

“See, now that I found ya’, you’re probably thinkin’ this is gonna go like it usually do. I either eat ya’ or grind you to dust underfoot. A week goes by and you’re ready to do it all over again.” His voice lowered to a rasping hiss. “But we’re gonna try somethin’ a little different.”

“Go on. Ask me what’s gonna happen.”

Everything about this was...wrong. You felt sick to your stomach. Your head pounded with stress. When you finally spoke up, your voice could barely choke out the question.

“Hehehehe…” Raigengrau chuckled. “Now that one, I can definitely tell you’re not turned on. You’re _ scared shitless!” _

“Anyhoo...you’re gonna die here tonight.”

You could feel your heart leap. The sheer casual nature of his words was starting to get to you.

“And when you wake up next week, thinkin’ ‘Oh, that was hot! I can’t wait to do it with someone else now!” Raigengrau’s mocking voice mimicked a high falsetto.

“You won’t get to do it with anyone else. Because I’ll be right there.”

He leaned in closer. With each word, his tongue flicked black-tinted spittle onto your tiny body.

“Before you can take a breath. Before you can blink. Before you can even think about what happened last time to ya’…”

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya’. Smiling.”

_ -CLACK- _

A high-pitched scream tore through your throat, as Raigengrau’s jaws snapped in front of you.

His grin remained ever-present on his face. “Seven more days for ya’ then, bein’ all dead and shit. But wait! There’s more!”

“You pop back up. Maybe thinkin’ you’ll get a reprieve this time. Maybe think you’ll be able to go out for some milk and cigarettes. And then…”

-_ GLRK _-

A purring growl escaped Raigengrau’s throat mid-swallow. The intentionally loud gulp echoed in your ears.

“Again.”

“And again.”

“_ And again.” _

Silence.

You didn’t know what to say. What COULD you say?

You stared at Raigengrau’s wide smile. The pit in your stomach felt like it was about to bottom-out and turn into an abyss. You wanted to vomit. Your heart wasn’t just skipping beats, it was skipping entire playlists.

It only got worse...

“_ I’m gonna spawn-camp your existence.” _

Raigengrau relaxed his grip, allowing you to move but...why would you? Where could you go, other than the palm of your new god’s hand?

The giant muzzle pressed against your body, the snout pushing you down into his hand. You could see how Raigengrau’s nostrils flared. When his jaws parted to let him speak again, you consciously had to squirm, as you tried to keep your fragile, tiny body away from those razor-sharp teeth.

“All you got left to look forward to now, is a loading screen. Reality is gonna involve you waking up, maybe seeing my face, if you’re lucky, and then...nothing, for a whole-ass week_._” His amused growl vibrated along your very bones. “And then, we do it all over again. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

The forked tip of his tongue swiped against your belly as he so casually informed you of your future, drawing another sharp yelp from your core.

“Mmmph…” Raigengrau’s lips pressed against your front in a mocking kiss. “You’ll have no one else to fuck with ya’ and nothing else to worry about, for the rest of your existence. Just me and you. Spinnin’ you through a meat grinder. Processing you.”

His snout brushed along your chest. “Heh…_your heart is goin’ _crazy.” Raigengrau teased.

Your heart felt like it was ready to burst through your ribcage and run away screaming.

“Bet it’s ‘cuz you’re so turned on. Thinkin’ about our beautiful future together.”

You tried to press your legs against his snout, tried to push away. Each attempt, his jaws would part for the briefest second, only to wrap his lips around the kicking limb. Mouthing over you.

- _ SLRP- _

“Mmmmmhmhmmhhm…” As he chuckled around your foot, you could feel Raigengrau’s tongue rapidly rise and fall.

His lips parted to release his hold on you, your paw now covered in his thick saliva.

“An eternity of eatin’ you is gonna be fun.” Raigengrau crooned. “I hope you think it’s fun too, ‘cuz you got a lot of dyin’ to do.”

He tilted his hand, your entire world shifting askew, as he angled you just over his smiling face.

“Well...enough chit-chat. Let’s get you somewhere nice and cozy.” Following that, Raigengrau audibly smacked his lips.

“_ Time to start the clock. _”

* * *

“He said he’d be here.”

Your head was on a swivel. Every shadow, every dark corner in the library, every single nook and cranny...you were just waiting to see if you could spot those glowing eyes. That terrifying grin.

The library was as silent as the grave. You probably could have heard a pin-drop across the entire academy. You tried to listen for the sound of his rasping breath. The demonic legion-like quality to his multi-layered voice. The padding of a bare foot, the clicking of his claws.

…

Nothing.

“He’s always here by now.”

You could barely think straight. Ever since that night, you’ve met your end at the hands of Raigengrau in some way.

“It’s been...five or six times. And he’s ALWAYS shown up.”

You waited.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

A half hour.

-Thump-Thump-Thump-

The only thing you heard was the pounding of your own heart. The tight cords of your muscles anticipated your doom.

Forty-Five minutes.

“...Did he get bored?”

Fifty minutes.

“If it has been five or six times...that’s a little over a month.”

Fifty-five minutes.

“Maybe...maybe he finally is letting me go. Maybe he found someone else to mess with.”

An hour had now passed.

“He...he’s not here.”

You let out a shuddering breath that you feel like you’ve been holding in for the past few lifetimes. Your muscles relaxed. Your heart rate slowed. The knot began to untwist within your stomach.

Relief washed over your body, a cool balm for your soul. “It’s over...thank...thank fucking god.”

You climbed to your feet.

“I’m safe now.”

A soft smile formed on your lips.

_ -CRUNCH- _

Ivory stalactites and stalagmites. A ridged roof, colored in black and blue. An unstable floor that ceaselessly gyrated against your skull.

An immense pressure around your neck.

“Wha?”

Your throat. The newly formed blood vessels. The windpipe. Your esophagus. Countless nerves. Cartilage. Muscle and sinew. Bone.

Raigengrau’s teeth tore through it all.

• RRRRRRRRRRRRIP-

A barrage of sensory data raced through your body. The explosion of pain was impossible for your brain to register.

The brain that was still in your head. In Raigengrau’s maw.

Your body acted on panicked, now-missing synapses. The brain’s final electronic signal to a puppet of flesh that didn’t quite understand it was dead.

Your hands flew up, digits rapidly flexing at empty air. Fingers now coated in the gushing blood that pumped from the stump that was your neck.

Your eyes stared unblinkingly, through lips stained with crimson, teeth coated in viscera.

“Oh.”

The rapid-fire of images and sensations assaulted your dying brain. And every single thought involved one person.

“Raigengrau?”

The forked tongue maneuvered your head, tearing your fading vision away from the body that was yours. You just barely could make out the grotesque display of your shuddering form spasming as it fell to the table’s surface.

The last thing you perceived was the rapidly approaching gullet, the uvula dangling over your skull…

* * *

Raigengrau’s body materialized into reality, as he emerged from invisibility.

His jaws were soaked in blood, the crimson liquid leaking and dribbling from his muzzle and down his chest.

-_ GULP- _

With a smirk, he swallowed. The lump that was your head swiftly descended his throat and disappeared past his collarbone, vanishing into his body.

“ Peek-a-boo”

Raigengrau let out a dark chuckle to himself. His forked tongue snaked out to lick his chops, collecting what was left of you on his muzzle to swallow it down.

He tilted his head as he watched the headless corpse occasionally twitch, his ice-blue eyes staring at the rapidly clenching fingers.

“Annnd, that’s what ya’ get for not payin’ attention when ya’ spawn in!” He shook his head. “You’d get eaten alive on ‘Blood Gulch, whew.”

“Well, I mean...different from how you just got ate, ya’ know?” Raigengrau shrugged, before he reached down with a hand. He gingerly picked up your form by the leg, holding it between his thumb and index finger’s claws.

He peered around the corner of a book shelf, as he spotted a nearby disposable basket. Blood dripped from the neck-stump, staining the violet carpet below.

Raigengrau collected your form in both hands and lifted you up:

“_ KOBE!” _

Your body briefly sailed through the air, before it hit the bottom of the wastebasket, adjacent to a few broken quills, empty inkwells and discarded notes.

“Ohhh, nice!” Raigengrau pumped his fist. “Three points! The ‘Raigen-Goers’ win again!”

He laughed as he made his way deeper into the library, passing by a nearby lectern desk.

Raigengrau suddenly stopped. “Whoopsy-doodles.” He turned towards the lectern and leaned over. “Almost forgot to update the score.”

He held a finger towards the wooden surface of the desk.

-_ SKRRRRRTCH- _

I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I

Raigengrau grinned widely at the tally marks. “Almost a whole year doin’ this with you. And just think of it…”

“ We have SO many more fun ideas in store...”

Afterword

End Notes

As mentioned in the beginning notes, I have included some art of the characters mentioned in this fic that I have commissioned.

Raigengrau SolHart (Done by https://bsky.app/profile/theorthrus.bsky.social )

Chapter Summary

Well, I did say that I was considering writing this whole thing as a bi-weekly sort of project for giggles.

After the horrific way you died last time around, you once again reformed. And, of course, Raigengrau is still here to mess with you.

Trapped in a cardboard box, with a relic from the past, he offers you a chance at freedom...but if you fail, you might end up being scared to death. Literally.

Suddenly, his threats to crush you underfoot seem a lot less worrisome...

Chapter Notes

CW: This fic contains:

-Macro/Micro

-Footplay

-Suffocation/smothering + crushing underfoot

-Disturbing / Horror-themes

-Blood + Gore

-Themes of death/mortality/reformation

-Heart attacks

CW: This fic contains:

-Macro/Micro

-Footplay

**-Suffocation/smothering + crushing underfoot

-Disturbing / Horror-themes**

-Blood + Gore

-Themes of death/mortality/reformation

-Heart attacks

Death.

A cessation of existence. And the instinct to avoid it at all costs.

An instinct that is buried so deep within all lifeforms, that it’s written into their very DNA.

A concept that you didn’t have to worry too much about, with your ability to reform after any form of death.

Blessed with the gift of being a micro that can reform, others would often ask prying questions.

“What’s it like to die?”

“Is there an afterlife?”

“Is there a train station? A river?”

“Can you say ‘Hi’ to my late-husband for me, next time you die?”

“Do they have video games in the afterlife? Cuz, I still haven’t finished Dragon Quest VII on the Playstation.”

Typically, you’d kindly wave off these types of questions. The last thing you’d want is to make any statement that would challenge one’s perception of death and the so-called “Afterlife”. You’ve had some pretty bad experiences, after all, with some rather overzealous folks.

That, and you weren’t quite sure what other reforming micros experience. For all you knew, your own experience could be quite unique to you, and only you.

After all, the process of reformation felt strangely...beautiful.

An ember, previously snuffed out, would spark to life within the void.

No eyes.

No ears.

No thoughts.

Unable to perceive anything, except one singular idea:

_ “I am here.” _

Intricate nerves and neurons would grow from the spark, forming branches and pathways. Signals and synapses would communicate with each other, trying to understand how you came to be in this state. What happened previously. Who you were. Who you are. Who you will become, once again.

Like a blooming flower, the rest of your body would begin to take shape. Bones provided structure for your form. Ropes and cords of sinew and muscle bound themselves together. Orbs in your skull filled with fluid, giving shape to your eyes.

The process was never instantaneous. It would always take a week. Seven days. The amusing irony wasn’t lost on you, considering, according to some faiths, the amount of time the universe was apparently created.

Even if your new flesh needed time to “settle”, nothing ever felt wrong, or out of place. You always were able to perceive that you were still you.

The words always grounded you. No matter what happened, no matter how violently you previously perished, those three words would always be the very basis of your existence:

“_ I am here” _

And yet, you were beginning to doubt these words.

Because no matter how many times you reformed…

HE would be there too.

* * *

You woke up with a scream.

Your hands flew up to your neck, reaching for your own throat.

You felt the rapid drum-like pulse against your fingertips.

“It’s...back.” You thought. After last time, you were almost surprised that your head was connected to your body. You don’t think you’ve ever been decapitated before, much less had your entire head viciously bitten off your body...

Frantically, your eyes shifted from the left, to the right and back again, as you tried to take in your surroundings.

The “floor” beneath you, was unyielding. Brown in color, as you were surrounded by similarly colored walls that loomed above you. Even higher than that, you recognized the buttressed ceiling and stained glass windows of the Gothic academy you were previously lost in.

“...A box? Did I reform inside a cardboard box or something?”

You didn’t have much time to think, as a pair of clawed fingertips wrapped themselves around the corner of the box.

“ Wakey-wakey! Eggs and-”

Your blood turned to ice at the mere sound of his multilayered voice.

His glowing ice-blue eyes stared through your flesh and into your soul. He worse a wide, wicked grin on his muzzle.

Raigengrau.

“...Hmmm.” He looked around the room. “Looks like I forgot to bring the eggs this time around. So, just a big dose of ‘wakey’ for you.” Raigengrau leaned forward, his snout just above your tiny form. “Ya’ miss me?”

His breath washed over your body with each and every word. The sweetly rotten scent of vanilla, left to rot and decompose in a dumpster, clawed its way down your throat.

“Oh gods, not again.” You struggled not to gag. “Please, just let me go…”

“Awwww…” Raigengrau mockingly cooed. “Don’t look at me like that! You still mad about last time?” His forked blue-and-black tongue snaked out to lick his lips. “Dunno how you can be mad! You barely even had time to realize what was goin’ on, before ya’ got chomped!”

You could still feel his teeth in your neck. How he was so easily able to just bite, twist, tear and-

“Guess you’re not gonna let go of that one too easy, huh?” Raigengrau cackled, his laugh echoing in the room. “Tell you what; I’ll give you a little break this time around. Give you some time to...relax. Blow off some steam!”

“Of course,” He waggled his eyebrows. “It ain’t gonna be on your own, ya’ know? You’re gonna enjoy some personal time with your good ol’ BFF, Raiggy!”

Raigengrau’s eyes shifted towards something else inside the box. “Ya’ should check what’s under there. It’s a little...uh...a little gift! A blast from the past, in a way!”

You snapped your head towards where he was looking. You were so caught up in reforming, the terror of your last death and Raigengrau’s reappearance, that you didn’t even notice if there was anything else, besides you, in the box.

Next to you, a beige-colored cloth concealed something. Whatever it was, it only appeared as a series of lumps and shapes underneath the tarp. You had no idea what it possibly could be.

“It’s just like Christmas!” Raigengrau’s grin widened, revealing more of his dagger-like teeth. “Or your birthday. Or whatever the fuck you wanna celebrate. It’s a gift, for you.”

“See what’s inside.” He lowered his voice to a menacing whisper.

“_ Now. _”

You nervously swallowed as you took a step towards the concealed object and reached for the cloth. Bunching the fabric up in your hands, you took a step back, as you prepared to pull with all your might.

With a flourish, you pulled the cloth up and over, the fabric sailing high overhead...

_ -FWOOSH- _

…

“…What the-”

A couch. Made for your size. Probably taken from some doll house or otherwise, as you had doubts whether this place really had any kind of accommodations for micros.

In front of the couch sat a large CRT television. The glass screen was blank. Black. Showing nothing, but your own reflection. And beneath the TV, was some sort of game console that was connected to the TV, the console controller lacking any form of identifiable buttons, save for the directional pad.

“Ta-Daaaa!” Raigengrau sang. “Just a little video game-thingy for you to fuck around with! Think you can get a high-score?”

“’Course, there really isn’t a score counter with this shit. You think this is the 80s or somethin’?” He rolled his eyes.

You hesitantly took a step forward. The couch surprisingly looked rather comfortable. Covered in black leather and, just by pressing your hand into the furniture, you could tell there was more than enough stuffing inside.

Wedged between two couch cushions, a TV remote could be found. Waiting to be freed from its prison.

You reached for the remote, retrieving it from its resting place, like you were attempting to pull Excalibur itself from a stone. As you looked at the remote...nothing looked out of place. Just your average TV-remote.

You aimed it at the TV and pressed the power button on the remote.

_ -Hsssssss- _

The high-pitched hiss filled your ears, as the TV came to life.

“Hey, don’t ask me how I got that to work, by the way.” Raigengrau cut in. “They don’t exactly make electrical outlets that small. I had to get that special ordered from the ‘Plot Convenience’ store.

A picture started to form on the screen;

The graphics of the game were hilariously rudimentary. Within the void of a black background, was a path, rendered in an eye-wateringly teal-blue color. And in the middle of that path, a red square.

“Check it out, baby!” Raigengrau pointed towards the screen. “It’s..._ The Maze .” He spoke in an overdramatic tone, the multilayered chorus that made up his voice speaking with exaggerated awe. “Shit’s _real simple. You play as the little square thingy, and you just gotta get yourself to the end of the maze, to that red area.” He wagged a clawed digit towards the crimson platform at the end of the path. “Easy-peasy!”

His lips twisted, forming a wicked smirk. “Oh yeah. By the way, don’t touch the walls.”

If you were able to, you would have rolled eyes out of your head. You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly what this was. You remember playing this stupid game back in the high school computer lab. One of your friends got you to try it, as a joke, a way to kill some time.

Your friend never told you that, upon bumping into one of the walls, or trying to finish the game’s impossible final stage, you’d be met with a deafeningly loud jumpscare.

You never exactly regretted kicking your buddy in the balls for that one.

Raigengrau watched your shoulders sink. “Now, now…” He loomed over you. “I know what you’re thinkin’.”

Suddenly, two clawed hands reached into the cardboard box. Before you could react, he pinched your head between his index and thumb-claws, while holding your body stable with his other hand.

“‘Oh, Raiggy! I’ve played this shit before! I know exactly what’s gonna happen!”’ As he mocked you with a high-pitched falsetto, he maneuvered your jaw with his digits. “’There’s no way to win this game! I’m just gonna get scared and piss my pants!”’

The giant dragon released you, leaving your jaw aching. “Well, good news, buckeroo!” Raigengrau continued in his normal tone. “This one’s a bit different! You...technically _ CAN _ win this one! Just gotta get to the end of Level 3 without hittin’ a wall and you’re home free! I’ll let you outta this box and then you can go live your wonderful little life. Or lives. You know, considering the whole reformation shit ya’ got goin’ on.”

You blinked. “Freedom?” You silently hoped to yourself. “He’ll finally let me go…?”

“Buuuuuuuuu~t…” Raigengrau purred. “If you fuck it all up...well…” He trailed off, looking towards the ceiling in thought. “Well, I ate ya’ more than a few times...so, I think this time, I’m gonna treat you like the bug you are.”

“ I’m gonna turn you into a stain underfoot, if you don’t make it outta this one.”

Your body recoiled, like the words had been a physical blow. The casual way he delivered his threat, all with that smile on his face…your legs quaked with terror.

“Oh, also-” Raigengrau glanced at his claws, rubbing them together. “-you think you’re just gonna see a scary picture if you fail, right?”

“You’re gonna wish that was all you saw.” He let out a soft chuckle. “You’ve heard of the term ‘Scared to Death’, right? We’re gonna see just how far we can get ya’ there, before you undergo your transformation.” He paused. “That is, your transformation from…” Raigengrau gestured at you. “...whatever the fuck you are, into a nice, pulpy mess, under my soles.”

You ended up flopping onto the couch. Not because you wanted to, but because your shuddering legs finally gave out.

“Awww, cheer up!” Raigengrau perked his ears. “I mean, if you’re really such a scaredy-cat, who knows?”

“ You might be dead from sheer fright alone, before I get to ya.”

With how fast it was beating, you already felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. How much worse could it get? There’s no way you’d end up dead from just getting scared...right? That’s just a folk tale. A dumb myth.

Of course, even if you did fail, you’d still end up being crushed…

You shakily reached for the controller.

“I just...gotta stop thinkin’ about what might happen.” You tried to reassure yourself. “If he isn’t lying-if I can truly beat this...I’m home free.”

You took a deep breath.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Again.

In.

Out.

The frantic rhythm of your heart slowed.

“Aw, how cute! They’re ‘locking in’!” Raigengrau teased.

You ignored him, trying to tune out his voice, as you maneuvered the box through the first level; A simple straight line and a single turn to the right.

“Oooooh!” Raigengrau spoke in that mockingly awe-inspired tone again. “Level _ COMPLETE! _ That looked like a real hard one, baby. Some real “Dark Souls” difficulty right there!”

You piloted your little red square through level 2, a series of curves that snaked their way through the void. All too easy. Meant to be easy, in fact, as a way to lull the player into a false sense of security.

“But hey, just think of it.” Raigengrau truly didn’t know when to shut up. “’Dark Souls’ ain’t got nothin’ on me! Especially when you end up dyin’ underneath my ‘Dark _ Soles! _’”

You wondered if Raigengrau had suddenly decided to change tactics, considering these puns were far more deadly than anything he had ever put you through before.

The third level loaded into view.

Sure enough, just as you remember all those years ago, it remained the same.

Well...almost.

The path started off wide. Easy to navigate, with only a few turns, before significantly constricting near the goal.

However, instead of only a few narrow angles, the tight passageway was now a veritable labyrinth of its own. Winding twists and turns, loops and dead-ends. Were it not for the singular, minuscule path to victory, you’d think this maze was unsolvable. An Ouroborus of fear.

Raigengrau_loved_ the despair in your eyes.

“Now, ya’ see…” He cocked his head to the side, wearing that unblinking and unwavering grin on his face. “I wasn’t kiddin’ when I said you could get outta here. You definitely can win this one, baby. But you think I’m gonna make it easy for ya’? Oh, hell no!”

“Just thinkin’ about how this is gonna go is getting me all excited!” Raigengrau waved a hand in front of his muzzle. “All kinds of hot and bothered up in here! Thinkin’ of how you’re gonna go ‘POP’ underfoot, it’s makin’ my toes curl!”

You could feel the ends of your hairs stand on end, a shudder traveling down your spine.

Gritting your teeth, you moved your little square through the first few wide turns, before reaching the narrowing pathway that lead into the maze.

You squinted, as you tried to gauge your margin of error. Judging by the size of your player avatar, you considered that you may have had 3-to-4 pixels worth of movement within the winding passageways.

“Difficult...” You breathed.

“...But not impossible.”

Lining up the cube, you pressed on, as you entered the maze.

“Ohhhh, shit!” Raigengrau leaned forward. “They’re doin’ it, chat! Anyone here to clip this?”

You could feel him literally breathing down your neck, his muzzle casting a shadow over your world.

“Down a couple pixels.

Left…

Up…

Left again- wait , that leads to a dead end.”

As you reversed course, you could feel the eye strain. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, borne from sheer effort and frustration.

“Up.

Right.

Down…”

“Halfway there, baby. Not gonna lie, I might be a little impressed.” Raigengrau purred.

His praise, genuine or not, fell on deaf ears. All you cared about was victory. Failure was not an option for you.

Your irritated eyes, however, may end up letting you down.

“ WHEW! ” Raigengrau took in a theatrical and overdramatic gasp. “Close call, close call! If you were a pixel off...well, we might have to shift the format of this little story over to ‘Scream-O-Vision!’”

You could feel the sweat dripping from your brow. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. You were slipping. Making careless mistakes that could have very easily spelled your doom.

You thought about all those years ago. How you leaned in towards the monitor. A foolish attempt to concentrate and see the path more clearly, before you ended up getting scared by the loud scream and the shocking image that followed.

You knew if you did the same thing here, you’d only set yourself up for failure.

Yet…this could be your only chance.

You slipped off the couch, falling to your knees. You pulled yourself up to the TV set, your face now only inches away from the screen.

“Gettin’ up close and personal, huh?” Raigengrau commented. “I like it, I like it!”

“But…” As he leaned in, his muzzle brushed against your back. “Are ya’ doin’ it because you wanna win, so you can get outta here?”

“Or do you want the full effect of the scare? Because you want to be _ mine.” _

“Stop it...stop it…” You desperately tried to focus.

“_Down.

Right._

Up…”

“What will you do after this?” Raigengrau just couldn’t let this one go. “You think you can just go back to a normal life, after spending time with your fun pal, Raiggy?”

“Left.

Down…”

“Do you really think you’ll ever be satisfied by anyone else, ever again?” Raigengrau’s breath tickled your ears. “I can promise you, you’ll never find anyone else like me.”

“Left…”

“No one’s as fucked up as I am, baby.” Raigengrau chuckled. “Sure, I’ll screw with ya’ in every way possible. But you know why, right?”

“Up…”

Your finger almost slipped on the d-pad.

“It’s ‘cuz I’m good at tearin’ down those silly little things you call ‘inhibitions’. I can see right through you.” Raigengrau’s purr vibrated your bones. “And no matter how much you beg for mercy, no matter how many times I snuff you out, even in the most god-fuckin’-awful ways possible...you’ll always crawl back for more.”

You paused, unable to move. You were trying to think. Trying to parse the right direction to move in the maze. Trying to not dwell on Raigengrau’s words.

“And if you did escape? No matter how much you want to deny it…”

“ You’ll always wish you had stayed. Because everything I visit upon you, is everything you’ve ever wanted.”

You shakily pressed your thumb onto the D-pad...

“...Left-”

_ SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- _

To call what you experienced a mere “jumpscare”, or a “screamer”, would be an entire disservice to what you saw.

“Ohhhhh!” Raigengrau leaned back and held his fist towards his muzzle. “95% of the way through! What a tragedy! I can’t even bear to look!” His eyes clenched in an overdramatic expression of pain.

Reality itself might as well have folded in on itself and exploded, right in front of your face, like the horrors were attacking your mind itself.

“No escape, no escape, never going to escape, don’t want to escape, I BELONG HERE! I AM HERE! I AM HERE! _ I AM HERE! HERE! HERE! _ I AM! I AM! I AM! I-”

The lifelines that served to ground your mind began to burn, like oil-slickened ropes lit aflame.

Thousands of lives. Thousands of deaths. Every single life you had ever lived and died, screamed, in synchronized agony and terror, all at once. A discordant wail with no perceivable beginning and with no possible end.

Every cell within your body was on fire. It was as if your very DNA was leading a revolt against yourself. Condemned to have your diseased soul be destroyed by your immune system. Engulfed, swallowed and broken down in a perversion of phagocytosis.

And as the horror reached its zenith, as the terror lanced through your very being...you saw _ him _.

A vision of Raigengrau. Always wearing that same, manic smile on his face.

Leaning in, the sight of his muzzle filling your entire vision, as he parted his jaws to whisper his own words.

Three words that, from now on, would become the punchline of your infinite existence at his hands.

“...Boo. Gotcha, baby.”

* * *

Pressure…

The vice-like grip around your heart forced you back into the world, wresting you from the agonizing horror within your mind.

Instinctively, you clutched your chest. Your pounding heart was beating at a rate of what felt like a mile-a-minute. Your body quickly became drenched in sweat.

“Hnnngh!~”

Each attempted breath only intensified your agony. A numbing sensation spread through your body, most notably, through your left arm.

“A-are you... _kidding me_?” Your vision blurred. You tried to rise to your feet, your form shaking unsteadily.

“Annnnnd…” Raigengrau watched as you lost your balance and crashed onto your back. “_ DOWN THEY GO! _”

Your clutching fingertips left bruises in your flesh.

“Damn, I was kinda partially jokin’ about the whole ‘Scared to Death’ bit.” Raigengrau rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You know how rare it is to die from getting spooked this bad? Folks love to joke about it, but it doesn’t happen as often as the flicks show.” He lets out a theatrical sigh. “Like, you gotta be in some exceptionally poor health for this to happen. Like, come on! Did ya’ slurp down too many twinkies or some shit during one of your past lives?”

“Oh well…” Raigengrau shrugged. “Might as well get you on outta there. I did promise to squish you like a pancake, after all.”

You barely could perceive the clawed hands reaching down into the box. How he scooped you up, lifted you and placed you on the plush, violet carpet outside.

How Raigengrau towered over your tiny, 4-inch tall self.

“Ahhh, but hey…” He smirked down at you. “Least you stuck around for the Grand Finale.”

As you laid on the floor, panting and gasping for air, you watched as Raigengrau picked up his right leg, his toes splaying…

His clawed foot slowly descended.

Like most scalies you’ve previously known, the underside of his plantigrade foot was smooth, lacking any form of pads. Three toes, each ending in an ivory claw. The looming anthro dragon that was Raigengrau was large enough that he could easily fit your entire body underfoot.

If it were any other circumstance, you might have been excited. Yet, the throbbing pain in your chest wasn’t doing you any favors.

Your heart rate slowed. You weren’t sure if your body was attempting to stabilize itself or if you were just straight-up dying. Oxygen felt like it was laced with razors, leaving you breathless.

Raigengrau’s foot hovered over your form, like an eclipse that threatened to snuff you out.

“For the record,” Raigengrau mused. “I think you made the right choice. Sure, your heart might be all a-pitter-patter right about now. But, I know you’d just hate to be without me.”

You could make out the details underfoot much more clearly now. The folds of flesh underneath his toes. The tough ball of his foot. The criss-cross of lines and scales along the arch. His unyielding heel, built for supporting his colossal weight.

“Even if you’re currently on your way out of the building, dyin’ and all that…” Raigengrau flashed a grin.

“ ...You’re right where you belong. ”

His sole filled your sight, plunging your world into an abyss of darkness. As you hyperventilated, the scent of vanilla and rot tickled your aching lungs. His toes flexed, then splayed…

Contact.

While it wasn’t the sudden stomp you expected, the weight was immense. Like a giant mattress had been dropped on you from above.

Raigengrau’s clawed toe-tips settled along the carpet, just above your head. The arch of his foot over your chest, with his heel resting on your belly, compressing your internal organs.

Leaving his sole perfectly lined up with your head.

“Heh...those cute little breaths of yours are kinda ticklish, I gotta admit.” Raigengrau licked his lips. “Think we gotta do this more often. It’s a lotta fun feeling you wiggle all the way down inside of me, yeah, but I think you’d make an excellent little footslut.”

He shifted his weight with a minute rotation of his ankle. The heel against your belly squeezed your intestines together. Your chest was left in agonizing pain, the arch trapping your hands underneath. His toes scritched and flexed, pulling up violet threads from the carpet below.

The ball of his foot squished against your facial features, treating your visage like a baker would towards a fresh loaf of bread. His sole kneaded against your face in agonizingly slow, circular motions. Pinning you between the plush rug and the underside of his foot.

“But hey, I know you’re broken right now.” Raigengrau’s tone was deceivingly gentle. “So, we’ll work out those kinds of terms later on, when you respawn next time. And man, I can’t imagine how much it hurts to breathe right now. I mean, after that heart attack and all? Oof.”

“So, lemme help you out with that.” He narrowed his eyes, smiling down at you with wicked delight. “’Cuz, let’s be real: You don’t need air. You need _ me. _”

Raigengrau’s sole flattened your nose against your face. Your own teeth dug into your lips.

A perfect seal around your nostrils and mouth was formed.

Despite the immense pain, you tried to take a breath. No matter what, you needed some form of air in your lungs.

…

Nothing.

Your heart, having slowed down, once again played a frantic rhythm. Panic surged, as hundreds of commands from your nervous system sounded at once. You wanted to thrash, to try to push his foot off of your body, no matter how futile the action would be against his towering self.

You tried to turn your head. You tried to squirm. You tried to find some pocket of air. Anything to put your desperate lungs at ease.

“Shhhh…” Raigengrau whispered. “Don’t fight me. Accept me.”

A muffled groan escaped your depths, a sound that did nothing, except more of the dwindling air within you. Your heart felt like it was going to explode. The world was beginning to fade, a kaleidoscope of colored spots now filling your vision.

“Just let go.” Raigengrau’s voice was disturbingly soothing. “Take a little rest. Drift away for me, into the shadows...”

The build up of carbon dioxide within and the lack of oxygen going to your brain, along with your aching, racing heart, formed a deadly dance inside of you_._

Your thoughts became muddled.

Time slowed.

Your panic had already reached its crescendo, the frantic composition having long since faded.

“It’s peaceful down there, isn’t it? You and I both know it’s where you belong. So...stay.”

You could barely make out Raigengrau’s voice. The world faded in and out of existence for you.

-Thump...thump...-

Your heart slowed.

Raigengrau’s foot remained over your face.

And it was so heavy.

-Thump……………..thump……..-

So...heavy.

-……...thump……..-

H...e...a...v...y…

…

…………_ .. _

………………………_ . _

* * *

Raigengrau could no longer feel the minuscule movements underfoot.

He closed his eyes and took in a shuddering breath. “Mmmf..._ fuck. _”

He was so lost in his own arousal, his full weight settled atop you.

_ -SPLAT- _

Your failing flesh could no longer imprison your own intestines, the organs proceeding to burst through your abdomen. What wasn’t outright crushed into paste settled into a tangled mess of blood and peritoneal fluids. A sickening crunch filled the air, as your rib cage collapsed. His foot either outright pulverized your limbs or bent them into unnatural positions, much like how a child would bend the arms of a toy past its breaking point.

Whatever ailed your heart was no longer a concern, for it had become a stain against the underside of Raigengrau’s foot.

“Heh…” Raigengrau chuckled, wiggling his toes. “Just like a pancake…”

Suddenly, his stomach growled. “Hm...That’s a good idea, actually.”

“ I think next week, I’ll serve them up with some flapjacks.”

Afterword

End Notes

As mentioned in the beginning notes, I have included some art of the characters mentioned in this fic that I have commissioned.

Raigengrau SolHart (Done by https://bsky.app/profile/theorthrus.bsky.social )

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