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"Watch out for the quill-beasts," the blacksmith told Gemma. "They are more dangerous than they look. The local ones aren't so bad, but I have seen ones with deadly poison quills."

Gemma just nodded and smiled. She bought a sash to go with her skirt. It had a few more pockets for supplies and loot. A sorceress doesn't need to bring much, was her thinking. She wasn't strong enough to carry much armor in any case.

She was one of many would-be adventurers to visit the encampment and she left it full of confidence. The first monsters she saw were two shambling undead reanimated by the demonic influence that was causing the area so much trouble. Slow and clumsy, the undead were no challenge. She stayed safely out of reach and killed them with fire bolts. Or re-killed them. Whichever.

Next on the agenda were a few imps half her height. They too fell to her magic. In the near distance she saw one of the quill-beasts Charsi had warned her about. It didn't look very threatening. It was so fat it could barely move.

The fat one distracted her from the thinner one lurking nearby and the first warning she had of it was a quill it shot into her calf. The dart was as thick as a man's finger and cruelly sharp. It took all her willpower to wrench the thing from her flesh and she was in a foul mood as she raised her staff to destroy the irritating beast.

Her staff was oddly heavy in her hand and Gemma sagged to her knees, suddenly too weak to stand. Poison! She went through her pouches for an antidote, remembering too late she hadn't bought any. She should have paid more attention to the blacksmith.

The deadly distraction of the poison took her attention from the quill-beast. She'd never gotten around to blasting it and its blunt muzzle rammed into her back. She fell facing the fat one as the one who'd shot the quill into her dug its claws into her skirt and ripped it away.

The poison running though her veins left her almost too weak to fight and she was facing the wrong way to blast it with her staff. Gemma could only curse as the beast pinned her beneath its forepaws and sniffed. Her only injuries so far were the quill and some minor scratches from the thing's claws but it had her at its mercy. Though its blunt rodent muzzle and chisel teeth didn't look suited for flesh, even a squirrel will eat meat if it has the chance.

It didn't eat her. It did something worse. It sniffed, grunted its interest, and stepped up over her. The coarse fur of its belly scraped her naked buttocks and Gemma's eyes widened as the stiff ridge of its sheath rubbed her thigh. It wouldn't!

But it would, and it did. A fleshy tip touched her flesh as it straddled her thighs and quills rattled as it arched its back. All Gemma could do was groan as a thick, beastly cock unsheathed into her.

Pinned beneath its weight, held down by its forepaws and too weak to rise and throw off a beast not much bigger than herself, Gemma let out a string of curses as it began to hump. The demonic influence infecting the region didn't remove the natural instincts of the wildlife and the horny quill-beast went to work fucking her. Soft grass pressed against her belly and now-naked breasts while worse things happened on the topside.

Quills rattled and coarse fur haunch fur scrubbed her butt raw as it thrust, and as it swelled fully hard inside her even its cock turned out to have spines. It went in easily enough but each withdrawal drove a sharp gasp of pain out of her. Its heavy cock would have been bad enough in an unready pussy. The spines made it much worse.

Ten yards away the fat quill-beast watched these goings-on with interest and stirred, perhaps thinking to join in. Luckily it was too fat to easily move. Though Gemma could see the swollen sheath and pink tip past its quills it stayed where it was. All it could manage was to arch where it lay, sliding its erection in and out of its sheath and rubbing it against its fat middle.

The only good news was that the quill-rat on her back was a fast lover. It thrust more and more rapidly, driving agonized yelps out of Gemma as its spines tried and failed to keep it from pulling out, and less than a minute after it started ut let out a growl and shuddered. Quills rattled together as it spasmed, arching to drive in to the root, and Gemma's mouth twisted in disgust as the spined cock throbbed inside her.

The fat quill-beast humping in front of her provided a helpful visual aid as his own efforts bore fruit. Beastly cum spurted across its furry belly and Gemma knew the one on her back had filled her with the same vile goo.

She could only hope that the quill-beast lacked the demonic fertility she'd heard such monsters often possessed. Things were awful enough without the short term problem of beastly rape turning into a long term one of bearing the quill-beast's spikey cubs. There would be a lot of explaining to do to the midwife if that happened.

The beast atop her shook its quills against themselves as with a few thrusts it spent the last of its seed in her. The rattle of quills was painfully loud but thankfully the spined cock pulled out as it stood. A clawed forepaw gripped her shoulder and rolled her over.

For the first time she saw the beast face to face. Ink-dark feral eyes in a blunt-muzzled face looked back at her. Gemma cursed as she dropped her staff, too weak to hold on as the beast flipped her over. It had torn away all but a few scraps or her clothing and though its quills started at the back of its head and its underside was all fur, that coarse fur was no more pleasant against her skin now than when it was raping her.

It was not a handsome creature, red-brown with gray quills and only about half again her size. Just the same it had incapacitated her with its weakening venom and had its way. Now it was belly to belly with her and she was sure it wanted a second helping of human pussy.

It didn't care that she was Gemma, apprentice-sorcerer and hero, orders of magnitude more important in the world than it was. It just saw her as a soft hole in which to empty its furry balls. Gemma found a hidden reserve of strength and slammed her elbow up under its chin. Escape was not on her mind now. She wanted to hurt the horrible thing. Somewhere out of sight past that shaggy chest was its balls and she kicked too, doing her best to find a vulnerable spot.

The elbow slammed its nose up but her movements caused its forepaws to snap back around her. It was much stronger than she was in her poisoned state and her foot missed its balls. When its muzzle came back down a trickle of blood trailed from one slit nostril. Its ears weren't folded back. It didn't look angry. It was just a beast, a demonic one but still only an animal. It had rutted with her out of instinct, not malice.

What it did now was not malice either. Powerful forepaws drew her face toward its own and Gemma's eyes widened once more as it yawned. Jaws creaked impossibly wide and she stared into a purple chute of gullet in the moment before the paws pushed her in.

Its maw had flat rodent teeth at the front but past that the unnatural gape was lined with dozens upon dozens of small sharp fangs all angled toward the wet gullet it intended her to vanish into. The top of her head and her leather cap, a good portion of the clothing she had left, squelched into the waiting throat as the spikey maw folded shut around her.

Instantly the inward-hooking teeth jabbed at her, lying harmlessly next to her skin as long as she stayed still but digging in cruelly the moment she tried to pull out. Powerful forepaws pinned her arms to her sides as the porcupine beast rocked its muzzle from side to side. With a few simple moments of its head it worked its jaws over her shoulders and Gemma let out a smothered scream as her face slid neatly into the quill-beast's gullet.

With a surge of strength - perhaps the weakening poison was wearing off? - she tried to squirm free, but between the strong paws and innumerable sharp inward-pointing teeth it held her fast. Any attempt at escape led to instant pain as the teeth dug in, but moving deeper unlatched them from her skin. Easy to go in, very hard to get out. She could only whimper in despair as she felt the thing's tongue move against her chest. She knew what would happen next.

She was right. The quill-beast swallowed, its tongue shoving and its powerful throat muscles pulling, and Gemma slithered to the armpits into the fleshy chute of its gullet. Though the beast wasn't that much larger than herself its demonic nature showed in the unnatural elasticity of its maw. It had commenced to swallow her alive. Gemma felt the bulge she made moving through its neck and was completely certain that it could and would finish the job.

Now she realized what she'd seen in front of her as the beast raped her. The fat quill-beast ten yards away, too full to move. Only now did she realize that the shape she saw near it was a snapped bow. Just last night she'd talked to the Amazon who lay in that beast's gut, digested by now to the point she had thought it merely fat and not stuffed. Gemma wondered if that beast, too, had raped its prey before swallowing it.

With a lurch the beast's jaws were to her waist and the long chute of gullet squeezed in tight as it swallowed again. Powerful throat muscles rippled, easing her deeper, and her face slipped past a tight valve into the stinking confines of its belly. Acid stung her nose as she struggled to suck in a breath and she reflexively kneed the beast in the belly. She succeeded only in kicking herself in the face. Already the thin coarse fur of its underside was swollen with arriving prey and her knee smashed her nose flat as she tried to escape.

Somehow she'd managed to make things even worse. Bent double and half swallowed, she kicked and squirmed, and the forepaws no longer needed to guide her torso into its maw reached down and grabbed her thighs. As it curled its muzzle down to swallow her its weigh pressed down atop her and there once again was the stiff ridge of sheath and protruding fleshy tip against her inner thigh. It took only an instinctual step to the side with one hindpaw to slide itself into her once more.

With caustic juices burning her face and arms trapped to her sides by the muscular gullet there was no way to resist. All she could do was lie there half swallowed as it humped. Its thick, thorny cock was just as painful as last time and each thrust pounded its pelvis against hers. Bit by bit, thrust by thrust it fucked her down its throat.

By the time it shuddered and came, the rattle of its quills heard dimly through the inward-pressing flesh, it had shoved her in so that only her ass and legs and hands remained. It grunted, pulled its spikey cock free a final time, and heaved its muzzle upward. With all four paws dug into the soft grass it thrust its nose forward, engulfing Gemma's ass. Only faint moments of the fingers protruding on either side of its maw showed she was still alive.

Her strength was returning. The poison really was wearing off. It was too late for that to help. With a heaving gulp the thing's jaws closed around Gemma's knees. Bulging oddly, the shape of a whole woman moving through its stretched fur, it proceeded to finish its meal. Gemma managed to rap her heel against its nose in the moment before its jaws closed around her ankles, but it wasn't enough. There she lay, feet hanging out, as it hooked its claws into the tops of her shoes and popped them off her feet. They were leather. It could probably digest them just fine. Maybe it was a habit it picked up after some swallowed armor caused it discomfort.

She had nothing on but a leather skullcap and a few scraps of clothing it failed to tear away when it raped her. No weapons, no staff, no way to stop it. With a last snap of its deceptively rodent-like jaws her feet were inside. The quill-beast tensed, swallowed, and the last of Gemma slid heavily down its throat.

She heard it groan as its belly distended, the thin brown fur stretching tight around a woman almost as large as itself. It grunted, swallowed again, and pushed at the bulge of her knee where it appeared just behind its left foreleg. It was uncomfortably full, or at least it would be until it got her situated for easiest digestion.

With her strength all but returned she could finally struggle. It was much too late for it to make any difference. Squeezed into a ball by the quill-beast's backbone and ribcage, plus the inward press of its four legs and the ground under it, Gemma could move only slightly. Even if there was space to move, the stomach stretched tightly around her was slippery. There was no leverage, nothing to grip, no weapons. Just the hot wet flesh of the predatory quill-beast that raped her twice on the way to making a meal of her.

There was perhaps an inch of muscle and fur between her and the outside world. That was all that was needed. Her remains would only escape from its body when it was done digesting her.

Reacting to the presence of so much food, the thing's body creaked and groaned. Gradually it got used to such a large lump of meat distending its midsection. And as its pained grumbling subsided, the acids came flowing in. They slowly filled the voids where air now lay and acid-singed Gemma knew what would happen now. No surprise that the seeming rodent was carnivorous thanks to its demonic mutation. She'd already seen the bulge of half digested amazon. Her own fate was no mystery. She'd gone into the moor an adventurer. Now she was just food. Its own semen, swallowed with her, would be treated no differently. No worries about bearing monstrous children now. It's hard to manage that once you've been digested.

As the acids began to consume her Gemma felt the beast waddle heavily forward, then lean against something. Two sets of quills rattled as the two gorged beasts settled down to digest their meals. Maybe they were friends, packmates, lovers. Right now they were simply mutually full.

Even in her brief career as an adventurer Gemma had seen how you could sometimes find valuables lying on the ground, or even inside monsters. Well, now she knew how they got there. Maybe someone would find her staff. It wasn't strongly enchanted, but it was worth a few coins. Just as she would have sold the Amazon's broken bow if she'd managed to grab it, someone might sell her staff. Maybe even the contents of her pouches, a few yards away from the beast that had eaten her.

The quill-beast's movements finally managed to displace the rest of the air in its gut. From deep in the hot gurgling dark Gemma heard it let out a long burp, and then she heard nothing.