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Halloween with Eblis By Strega

James was proud of his costume. He put a lot of work and a fair amount of money into the articulated plate of his knight armor. It was real steel and weighed over forty pounds, not even including the helmet.

The jointed shoulder pauldrons, articulated elbows and knees and smoothly faceted faulds were his pride and joy. Under it he wore a padded gambeson and over the breastplate a tabard with a rampant unicorn. His hands sported armored gauntlets with separate fingers, complete with brass segments over each knuckle and brass trim at the end of the wrist bell. Despite all his sweating over an anvil their design was too much for him and he spent almost three hundred dollars just on this gauntlets.

It was fancy enough that more than once he'd been invited to Society For Creative Anachronism events and he'd swung his share of rattan swords, discovering that while the armor did its job it also dented easily. They told him it either needed to be tempered or 16 gauge and even that would dent so to preserve his treasured costume he put together a much cheaper and uglier suit for his occasional rattan adventures.

He left the SCA as an occasional hobby and went back to tinkering with his knight outfit. It was almost a fetish by this point but it was also so well done that he'd gotten more than one job as an advertising mascot. A surprising number of businesses could use a knight as a mascot, it turned out. Insurers, car repair places, and that medieval-themed restaurant to name a few.

Of course the high point of his entire year was Halloween, and James smiled as he tightened the straps on his leg armor. He checked himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction as he slid on his helmet. It was an open faced basinet, and his carefully trimmed goatee completed the picture.

"That stuff better not tear the upholstry," the Uber driver warned. "No sword, right?"

James shook his head. The party he'd seen advertised forbade any sort of weapon, even mockups. A wallet in one pocket and a cell phone in the other were his only accessories.

That was how it came about that James, in a red gambeson and tights and steel armor atop that from ankle to forehead, was walking down the sidewalk and encountered the dragon.

And a very strange dragon it was. Eight feet tall, with backward-bending legs and three-toed feet sporting claws as long as James's fingers. A long bulky torso with a generous amount of fat led up to massive shoulders, long arms and four-fingered hands (including thumbs) with fingers as thick as a man's wrist and, once again, curved white claws. Atop all that was an anteater-like snout, upright ears and bright green eyes.

James stopped and boggled at the huge, bulky creature. It must be sort sort of mascot costume, presumably with an internal scaffold that made the wearer taller. Drywall stilts, maybe? Almost all really tall Halloween costumes used those but the legs were no longer than his own and this looked more like some marionette from a movie. And on top of its sheer size it was a costume within a costume.

The parts of its "body" he could see had short gray fur, with darker stripes across the top of the snout. Over that it wore an oversized dragon outfit. It must be an XXXX size to fit at all and the scaly sleeves were still too short. About the only part of it that more or less fit was the dragon head, complete with backward-curving horns, that wrapped around the sides and sent a fanged upper jaw partway down the rubbery snout. It was probably meant to sit on a man's head almost like a ball cap with bill and it fit on the thing's elongated skull and snout. Strands of white hair from an untidy mop atop the its head hung out from under the dragon helm.

The thing was waddling along the sidewalk, its gray furry tail with its Mohawk of lighter fur atop swaying to and fro with each step when they met. "Wow," James said as he came to a stop. "That's some costume."

"Thank you," it wheezed in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. James watched in fascination as the lips at the end of the snout parted. Above them was a damp animal nose with flared nostrils but the amazing thing was that the costume's mouth actually opened and shut as it talked.

"The tail didn't work out," it wheezed, reached back with one huge clawed hand to brush the furry gray tail. "It got in the way of mine and I had to cut it off." The claws reached up and prodded the dragon head. "And this thing's fangs poke me. But the scales look nice."

They did, and the way the costume stretched over the thing's thigh-thick arms and barrel chest made them stand out. "That wasn't what I meant," James said. One gauntleted hand went out to brush the back of a gray furry one. "This looks like something from a movie."

"You look like something from a movie too," the gray thing wheezed. "But I don't know what you mean." The long white claws scraped over the scales of its red dragon chest. "This is the only costume I have."

"Come on, you can tell me." The little side street was deserted and James stepped closer. The looming anteater-dragon towered over him and he reached out to grab one wrist that protruded past the scaly sleeve. "The hands are separate, right?"

There must be some sort of mechanism, motors, but he hadn't heard it. The arm was simply too long for a human hand to really be inside the huge clawed one.

"Cut it out," mouthed the rubbery lips at the end of the furry gray snout. James's hours sweating over a hot anvil with a hammer gave him a formidable grip but the thing twisted its hand free effortlessly.

"There's no one else here," James insisted. His plate mail rattled as he poked the massive costume in the chest with one armored finger. "You can tell me what this thing is like on the inside."

"Okay," the furry-dragon said, an edge of annoyance in its voice. "You want to know what it's like inside? Have a look."

James jumped as with a surprisingly quick motion the huge clawed hands reached out to grab his upper arms. He weighed two hundred and fifty pounds in armor and knew he was stronger than most men but it hoisted him easily off the ground as the furry gray snout bent toward him. He tried to pull his head back but there was nowhere to run. He winced as the damp pink nose threatened to headbutt only to go wide-eyed in horror as the rubbery lips below it suddenly stretched wide. The snout expanded bonelessly as the lips slid over his helmet and things went wet and dark as a sudden suction pulled him deeper still.

The expanded rubbery snout rolled over him as he slid in, each ring of muscle gripping and pulling him deeper even as the next ring relaxed and pushed itself a few inches further. Before he recovered from the shock the thing's muzzle was to his elbows and a combination of suction and wormlike swallowing muscles kept him moving. James began to kick as the elastic maw expanded over has ass but it was too late. The slither of wet throat past the open front of his helm did not stop and he felt some sort of muscular valve expand at the peak of his bascinet. The smell of bile told him what was happening but though he struggled for his life his head and shoulders slid easily into the thing's roomy stomach.

It had told the truth. The dragon part was a costume, but not the rest. James screamed as it lifted its snout and sucked in his feet, but the sound simply sank into slimy folds of stomach wall and was lost. The rubbery lips closed over his toes, the snout gradually shrinking back to its usual diameter as the bulge of feet moved through it and James slid heavily down the monster's throat, helpless to save himself. There was a last squeeze as the thing swallowed and James found himself forced to curl in in the thing's pudgy middle, wrapped in slimy stomach wall and the thick layer of fat and muscle outside that.

He struggled, but it was impossible to get any leverage with nothing but slippery flesh to press against. Already his face stung from the copious volume of stomach acid that half-filled the place. Only the air trapped in the folds of his body allowed him to breathe at all. A glimmer of light lit the pink interior as his cell phone came on in his pants pocket. Someone was calling him and he tried his best to reach it, but his armor, never designed for this position, caught on itself every time he tried to get his hand that far south. All he managed to do was make a clink and rattle of metal on metal and if the monster heard it, or even noticed the struggle, it showed no sign.

Then there was proof it did notice, the grip of two massive hands squeezing the gut from the outside. To his horror James saw individual metal places coming loose from the gauntlet lit by the hidden phone. Each finger had five separate plates, one for each bone and brass ones at each joint, all held together by the leather glove and strips of leather under the finger armor.

Leather that was dissolving. In the light of the cell phone he saw it happen. Potent digestive juices were eating away at the gauntlet and only leather and his metal armor kept the same thing from happening to him...for the moment. The stomach juices flowed in, the level of acid rose, and bit by bit it seeped into the gaps between armor and flesh. Once that happened and the clothes and leather underneath dissolved or soaked through...

The steel plates might survive this acid bath. He would not. James let out one final shriek as the monster squeezed its belly and let out a long, contented belch. Then there was no more air to breathe at all, just acid. He kicked as the churning acid rose but there was no escape from the suffocating heat and gurgle of digestion.

The creature grunted, burped again, and felt the tightness of the scaly cloth stretched over his middle. He hadn't planned to eat anyone today but the annoying man asked for it and he got it. With a dismissive flick of his tail he continued down the sidewalk, reminded of his meal only by the clink of metal from his midsection as the cargo of slowly digesting armored man jostled with each step. Tomorrow he'd cough up whatever sections of metal were too bulky to squeeze through his intestines.

His stomach was smart enough to sort out what could be passed from what couldn't, thanks to the miracles of technology, but that didn't mean he wouldn't know it when a bunch of bits of metal left his body. It was altogether easier on his guts to eat naked or scantily clad people, like the two beachgoers he swallowed a while back, but food is food.

A pair of costumed people - Hansel and Gretel, he thought the costumes were - gaped at him as he went by and he smiled and waved. Eblis was in a good mood and he wasn't even to the party yet.

"Wow, great costume, dude." The man at the door of the party house looked him up and down, and a long way up it was since the portly man in his toga and wreath was three feet shorter than he was. The part was advertised as Costume Required so he was waved in to a sprawling one story house packed with costumes, drinks and noise. The entry was tall enough for his towering frame but once he got into the crowds he hunched forward to clear the ceiling. Doorways were the worst and he had to duck his head more than a foot to get past, not to mention they weren't designed for an already fat and now full seven-hundred-pound alien in mind. But there was food and drink and company and that was enough, especially with plenty of mostly scantily clad ladies to ogle.

The creature pushed his way through the crowd, used to the disbelieving stares. There weren't many of his alien species on Earth and he was by far the largest. A throwback, they said, two feet taller than the average female and almost three feet taller than the average Konklar male. His normally tubby middle bulged out still further but he was very big and and the thick fat of his middle blunted the contours of what would otherwise obviously be a man swallowed whole.

He pushed through a crowd of superheroes and rubbed elbows with Disney characters, zombies and various monsters. A sexy cheerleader caught his eye but though he was blunt about his interests when alone with a woman (or sometimes a man) he was less forward here. Plus, she was canoodling with a man in a football costume.

He could feel his stomach churning and gurgling noisily, but fortunately the natter of voices and thumping music blotted it out. As he snagged a beer from a cooler he considered he should probably get either a digestive upgrade or have the calibration on his smart belly checked. Just because it decided he could pass a mostly intact human shoe didn't mean he enjoyed doing it. Then there were all the times he stopped up the toilet with undigested clothes....

"Oh my god!" A tall furry ear flipped around to hear the voice better and he turned to find a proper lady-in-waiting, or maybe even a princess not of the Disney variety, with blond hair, low-cut purple dress that let her breasts bulge out and even a tall conical hat. Her hands were up at her mouth as she looked him over. "What a great costume! Is this a knight who tried to stop you, Mister Dragon?"

She reached out to feel the bulge in his scale-costumed middle and he considered. Why not? "Uh, yeah," he wheezed. "His horse got away but this is what happens to a knight who tries to stop a dragon." And that was accurate enough, wasn't it? The man in Medieval armor bothered him and now he was a bulge.

"I can't believe it," she said, and he caught the whiff of alcohol on her breath. "You're huge!" He was almost three feet taller than her and probably five times as heavy, not even counting Sir Knight dissolving in his middle.

"In more ways than one," the monster said, remembering the dialogue from the cheap porn film he watched earlier. They always had these great lines that didn't work when tried them.

Except this time. "Prove it," she grinned, and grabbed a wrist as thick as her leg to drag him across the room.

"Uh, okay," the creature said, looking around for anyone who might be staring. But the novelty of the eight foot tall anteater dragon had already waned and everyone was drinking, flirting or watching the horror movie on the big screen TV. She yanked open the door to...a closet?

It was a closet of the walk-in variety, which meant despite the racks of hanging clothing there was room even for a rather wide eight foot tall alien and a lady in waiting. Who wasn't doing much waiting. As the door was shut behind them her hand slid into the gap between the upper and lower halves of the dragon costume and found the bulge in his scaly pants.

"Wow," she said as her hand closed around him. Or tried to, anyway. "You weren't kidding." She watched as he eagerly pulled his dragon pants down with his claws, far enough for her to see what she was holding.

There was no mistaking the monster's cock for human, except in basic shape. Normally hidden in a sheath it was already out and half erect, bulging in odd places and tipped with a fleshy fork for gripping a female's innards during mating. He had no idea if humans had anything to grip since he had yet to get inside one that way. His responses were invariably rebuffed, but there were other ways of visiting with a human.

"You even have a dragon dick," she said, because obviously he was a man in a costume and no man has a cock like that. "Is yours inside it?" She grabbed it with both hands, neither set of fingers able to reach all the way around an inhumanly bulky cock. It didn't look that large on him, since it was in proportion to his massive frame, but it was long as her forearm and much too thick to even consider normal sex. Then there were those weird forks on the end, which actually moved on their own as she started pumping her hands up and down. He was fully unsheathed and hard now and planted his claws against the opposite wall, grunting and thrusting his hips against the pressure of her hands.

For a couple of minutes he thrust as she grinned and giggled, drunkenly watching the massive cock slide through her fingers. She worked out that she could grip his retracted sheath and let him massage his own cock as he thrust. Droplets of clear goo formed at the tip and dripped off as she watched in fascination. It was eerily like an actual, living schlong. His tail lashed with each hump, knocking clothes off their hangers and thumping the walls so loudly she wondered if anyone would hear and yank the door open. Somehow no one did.

"Hold on, hold on," she said loudly enough to hear over his grunting and the music making its way through the door. "Let me see how a costume dick tastes."

Her timing was bad, or her half drunken perception faulty. The monster was past saying anything as a shuddering heat built up in his grapefruit-sized scrotum but she should have felt the uncontrollable tremor building up in his muscles. She noticed neither and she was leaning forward, licking her lips as she decided whether to mouth one of the forks or lick the massive shaft, when the monster grunted and came all over her face.

She yelped and shrank back as the first great gout of alien goo hit her between the eyes. Stray globs of it sailed past to stain clothes and drip slowly down the walls. She fell backwards against the pile of clothes and shoes but that just put her at the right level to receive the less violent spurts that followed. By the time the monster's tail stopped trembling she resembled a half melted wax sculpture dripping with the milky white contents of his balls.

"Oh god." She coughed out a string of semen and blinked salty cum out of her eyes. The enormous creature hunched over her panting, huge hands pressed against the floor and dripping dick slowly retracting into its sheath, looked down at her vacantly. He was still in the afterglow. "It's not a costume. IT'S -"

She got out just one shouted word before his rubbery snout reached down and engulfed her head. They could both have walked out, the dull and horny monster and her, but she got noisy and that triggered an instinctive predatory response. Friendly people might be lovers. Noisy ones were meals. A slick pink tongue as long as her arm pulled her face into his maw and with a long slurp she was consumed.

Her scream made it through the elastic flesh of his snout as a mere whimper as the suction began. Smaller than the knight and not clad in awkward to swallow armor the first slurp ingested her to the hips. The monster stood up as straight as the ceiling allowed and sucked up the rest, watching her kicking legs disappear with morbid fascination. He'd never been invited into a closet by a woman before, nor had one so willingly jack him off. Just the same he sucked up the kicking feet, lifted his nose and swallowed. Regretfully, but still he swallowed.

The lady in waiting, low-cut dress, flowing dress, conical hat and all slithered down the monster's slick throat and found the knight waiting for her. A dim glow from a dissolving cell phone screen greeted her as she emerged through the entry sphincter and she sucked in a breath to scream at the sight of a open cared helm with a half dissolved face peering out. It was her first and last attempt to shriek, as the belly was busily at work digesting the knight and so was completely full of acid. The air trapped in her clothes was no help and when a great contraction of the alien's swallowing muscles squeezed the rest of her into the gut the result was a brief, panicked struggle followed by silence.

Silence other than the heightened gurgle as the alien's stomach turned its attention to this second meal. Eblis groaned as the new meal stretched the dragon costume to the breaking point and a seam gave way with a sound like a gunshot, thankfully relieving some of the strain.

"Oops," he grunted, and felt the gap where used to be scales and where now a curve of swollen gut stuck out. At least the lower half still fit, though there was now a gap between the top and bottom. That's what happened when you swallow half your weight in humans, your clothes don't fit so well.

The air that went down with the lady in waiting came back up in a lengthy burp. A wad of sodden purple cloth came up with it and the creature inspected what must be the lady's kerchief. If he remembered his movies right she would drop it and the hero would rush in to retrieve it and gain her favor. He shrugged, reeled it in with his tongue and re-swallowed it. No need to leave any bits lying around. Out of a sense of embarrassment more than anything else wiped off the wall with the most cum-stained piece of clothing and swallowed that too. He'd made a mess of the neatly racked clothes but at least there wasn't congealing cum everywhere now.

"Stupid," he grumbled. "Should have told her I was about to cum. Then maybe I wouldn't have to eat her." He shrugged. "Oh well." It wasn't the first time a meeting with a woman went wrong and ended in a burp. Something always seemed to go wrong, either they mocked him for being weird and ugly or got all noisy like this one. Or they just ignored him. Still, he'd healthily emptied his balls and gotten a meal out of it. Maybe one of these days he'd get to visit with a woman more than once.

Eblis came out of the closet. No one paid much attention to him and the almost-shyness brought on by crowds made his long tongue stick to the roof of his mouth the few times he tried to talk to other girls. He'd very much like to launch the rocket again tonight but his torn costume bothered him and digesting two entire humans used up so much of his energy he was almost asleep on his feet. Before digestion progressed to the point where he'd need to use a much too small toilet he made his way out the door.

"Man, I was telling people about you," the fireplug of a man in the Roman toga said. "And you're even bigger than I remember. Anteater dragon?"

"Sort of." Eblis shrugged. "Costume tore though, so I gotta go." He touched an earring set in his tall furry ear and an electric van silently appeared out of the night.

"Good evening, master Eblis," the van said as he squeezed through the door. "Home?"

"Yeah, home," Eblis said after a jaw-cracking yawn.

"I trust you had a good party," the van said, but Eblis was already asleep. The silent electric engine allowed the clank of shifting metal and gurgle of digestion from his swollen middle to finally be heard. The van sighed and put out a call.

"We know," said the alien in the shadowed room a moment later. "We're already working on it."

Decisions would need to be made. How many memories would need to be wiped? Did the holographic cover Eblis wore, all unknowing, keep the party goers from noticing how much fatter he was coming out than going in?

And most importantly, would anyone miss the two people making their way through his digestive tract? Not everyone he ate warranted reformation. Some got a one way trip through his bowels and that was that.

"We really need to get him a girlfriend," the van said to the alien. "Then he wouldn't go out as much, which means fewer humans in his belly."

"I volunteer you," said the alien, and he and the van shared a chuckle. If big, dumb, homely Eblis was that easy to hook up they wouldn't be in this situation, would they?