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They said it used to be a nice place. Maybe that was why it had never been demolished, lingering sentimentality for a more bustling time allowing the old boarded-up hotel to remain standing in the wind atop the hill, slowly decaying as the ravages of the seasons robbed it of its former glory. The road was little more than dirt and her boots were heavy with clinging mud after the long hike to get there, not letting the pouring rain turn her from her calling. Eliana stood there, drenched by the downpour, the old building engulfed by the grey filter shroud that had taken over everything on that ill-weathered day. The sound of raindrops pattering upon the windowpanes that weren't yet broken brought a strange heat to her chilled body, and she felt the warmth of hospitality somehow radiating from a place long since untouched by any but young vandals. She needed to go inside.

The partly rotted wood that made up the front steps threatened to simply collapse beneath her modest weight as she ascended. She wasn't a big cheetah by any means. Aside from her above-average bust, she was lithe, lean, with that typical feline build often expected of cats like her. Though she was built for running, with long, limber legs, she was tired by the time she got there. She wasn't sure how long she'd been walking just to get there, and paid no mind to the time of day. The ashy gloom hanging over everything meant it could have been anywhere between dusk and dawn, and she could hardly remember the last time she saw the sun.

The cloud above her hardly vanished when she was safely dripping indoors. Her expression was a sullen, heavy one, matching her slumping gait. It was more than fatigue that leave her footfalls heavy and distinctly un-catlike, but the stillness that lingered in the air of that forgotten place was already making breathing a little easier. The smell of wet dust made her cough at first, the sound echoing down the empty halls, and she could feel the exquisite emptiness that awaited her there. She wasn't looking for anything but a place to be, different from the rest, finding odd comfort in the hollow sound of her boots upon the old, creaking floor. Many would have looked upon that shadowy old place and called it haunted, but simply wandering past the bare lobby and into the dark halls, pacing past doors identical but for the outlines of plastic numbers long since fallen or stolen.

Some of the locks were broken, or simply absent, leaving the doors swinging in the breeze that drifted through the shattered windows. She took it as an invitation to explore each of them in turn, finding old bathtubs and bare bed frames. Each room was largely similar but for the traces and signs of the lives that had once passed through there. A scrap of newspaper, or a distinct scratch upon the wall, each one had its own sense of character. She felt as if she were standing in the presence of someone else, as long as she was there, though she didn't feel unwelcome. Maybe there were ghosts there, or simply traces of people, those moments they left behind swallowed up and kept forever by that crumbling building. Emotions infiltrated her from all angles, making her feel unexpectedly happy for a few moments in one room, only to grasp a brief, elusive burst of despair in the next. Someone had been miserable there once, but they were gone now, their past pain a fading scar upon the structure.

It was getting darker. She hadn't brought any sort of flashlight with her, trusting her keen feline sense of sight to help her navigate when the night began to fall. Though that was a matter of amplifying small amounts of light - she couldn't see in the absolute pitch black. For a time, when she stepped back into the hall, she found herself navigating only by touch, tracing her fingers along the hollow walls, feeling how they were close to crumpling at the slightest pressure. If she kicked, she might have been able to bring the whole building down upon her head, and so she continued on in cautious silence, trusting her instincts and the call of exploration to guide her.

She got something more than that. Though the hotel had long since fallen into disrepair, some kind of electricity still remained. She couldn't explain it, only observe it, spotting the exit sign lighting up down the hall. It was the only source of light, bathing everything in a white glow. She expected it to be red, but instead she was left looking down at the monochrome scene, drawn towards a distant doorway, her feet all but moving on their own. A rainslick concrete staircase led downwards, the roof above leaking steady drops, and her boots echoed into the darkness as she followed the unspoken invitation. Most would have thought it to be frightening, or simply dangerous, to venture down into a potentially flooded or collapsed basement, but she felt a desire in her chest, a tingling excitement that only came when she was exploring the emptiest of places. She didn't feel afraid when the shadows overtook her vision, leaving her descending without sight, following the dull echo against the cold stone to whatever waited for her below.

There was something in front of her, something cool and smooth. It could have been just cobwebs, but it felt more like a curtain. She let it pass across her face, and with that, she could truly feel the extent of the expanse that awaited her. There was a great hollowness before her, something so much emptier than anything she'd explored before. By then, she'd been down dozens of steps, perhaps hundreds. Every time she reached her foot out in front of her, another awaited her, bringing her ever downwards into the unknown. It was far too deep to be a basement anymore. She felt as if she were travelling beneath the town itself, walking through old catacombs filled with long-buried secrets. Or perhaps it was simply a reservoir, or a drainage system, explaining the cool, damp smell that pervaded all around her.

Eventually, she could see again. It was the faintest light, but it told her she was going the right way. Similar to before, it was a pale, white glow, something that faintly flickered like candlelight in the sodden depths. She felt an icy chill brushing past her, the smell of winter wafting all around her for a time before departing. Then it was wet once more, until she finally hit the bottom of her descent, splashing into ankle-deep water. She couldn't see the bottom, despite how shallow it was, and so she went sloshing along through a wide tunnel, listening to the water flowing. It was coming from somewhere, and following the sound had her going towards the haunting illumination. She could hardly remember the hotel anymore, knowing only the way forward, and the pleasure it brought her to accept the enigmatic guidance.

Maybe this was the one. She had been to dark places before. The echoes of the emptiness and the footfalls in the dirt gave her a little hope every time, even if some part of her knew it was illogical to dream of such things. Yet she couldn't help but wish true horror upon herself. She wanted to meet someone, something, that she couldn't explain away as natural. Just to know that the world was so much more than she ever knew, that her darkest dreams were real - somehow that was a good thing to her. It would mean she wasn't alone. There was more out there than the dismal reality she could already understand.

But first, she had to conquer a more mundane fear. There was a door there, sitting slightly ajar, creaking in an unseen wind. The light was coming from the other side. In the dimness, she could just barely make out the sign that adorned it. She slowed her pace, carefully creeping forward, listening to the water flowing while her pulse rose up in her ears, reaching out and then pulling her arm back as if mere proximity to the sign was dangerous. There was only one word written in plain gold embossed letters, but the mere sight filled her with a prolonged sense of discomfort, one that had her tensing up until her shoulders were all but touching her cheeks.

LAUNDRY

She had long since stopped trying to make sense of it. This was simply how she was. Whether it was some profound understanding of the dangers that others couldn't see, or simply a chemical imbalance creating unease where it didn't belong, she had learned to live with it. There was something bad about that door. That was one feeling she could not shake, not matter how many times she told herself it made no sense, no matter how many coping strategies she used, or logic she tried to apply to the situation. The most ordinary of sights, something that should have brought her back down to reality after so much time wandering in the seemingly endless tunnel, instead left her more unsettled than the much more obviously threatening things she'd seen so far

It was tempting to simply stop, to look away or simply turn back and return the way she came, but she had already made it so far down into the hotel's innards. Just keep walking, she told herself. Ten more steps. Counting them out loud as she advanced, she got as far as eight before she heard it. There was definitely a voice. She would have sworn it. Somewhere in the distance beyond that door, someone finished her count for her. Nine, ten, and then there was silence once more. The wariness was gone, replaced instead by burning curiosity, leaving her striding towards the door that she had once feared, swinging it wide open without any sign of her previous hesitation, no matter what awaited beyond its boundaries. Swallowing deeply, she pulled her chest tight, trying not to strain her muscles as she forced her way through the phobic barrier, closing her eyes at first before opening wide to observe the place she feared.

Most of the room beyond met her expectations. It was a laundry room, as it stated. There were a few rows of old washing and drying machines, decrepit, and rusted, and a few posters that had long since faded to blank. Less expected was the hole. It was a broad, deadly-looking pit in the middle of the room, the floor around caving in towards it. All things led towards it, the surrounding machines leaning in its direction. She was fixated on it as soon as she saw it, gazing down as far as she could see. It kept going. The light was coming from deep within the abyss, and she was slowly gravitating towards it, becoming the moth to that faint, eerie white light.

Something was down there. She knew it just to look at it. Stepping forward slowly, she inched towards the pit, trying to see if she could see the bottom. One of the washing machines was leaning just on the edge of it, teetering, faintly creaking as it remained balanced just so. Another had already plunged down, but remained somehow embedded in the shattered wall, either defying reality itself or simply stuck in the excess mud. The water trickled downwards where it rain beneath the laundry room door. Going down there was no doubt extremely dangerous, risking a terrible fall, or a deadly undercurrent, or even a total collapse. All she was thinking about was that machine, horizontal where it jutted from one side of the pit. It would serve well as a platform for her to climb down onto, supporting her weight fine as she descended into strange chasm.

One slip and she had no idea how far she'd fall. Bits of gravel tumbled down from the machine and into the hole below. She didn't hear them hit any sort of bottom. There were bits of rebar or unknown machinery sticking from the wall, serving as handholds while she climbed down. The air was growing damper, thicker with the wet scent that had lingered there since she arrived. The walls around her creaked and clanked, the scraps she clung to rattling in her grip. Still she climbed, ever downwards, knowing only the light ahead and nothing. Her breathing seemed to echo while she went, bouncing back at her as if the hole itself was inhaling and exhaling, as if she were crawling down a living creature's gullet and it was growing excited by her presence. But she knew that made no sense.

She couldn't see the way she came anymore when she hit the bottom with an echoing splash. It was far more spacious than she expected. There were four paths laid out before her, and she pressed on, navigating on the slightest of light, feeling along the damp, crumbling walls as she went. Instinct was her only compass, guiding her from one turn to another, walking for minutes or perhaps full hours. Her eyes were open wide and her teeth remained clenched, a determined expression as she sought out the mysteries waiting for her in the underground maze. Something was thrashing in the distance, producing a steady, if irregular drumbeat of clanging metal. It might have been another of those washing machines, somehow running all the way down there, and badly malfunctioning, but it sounded more catastrophic than that.

As the metal clashed and scraped, flooding her ears and her thoughts alike with the upsetting screech of distressed machinery, she found herself clawing into the walls themselves. Her claws scraped along as she walked, her breathing throbbing with the brutal rhythm, her feet an automation of progress towards her uncertain goal. She wanted to hit her head against the wall simply to block out that constant crashing, her lips drawing back into a snarl as she stalked her way forward. She might have been going in circles. The noise made it impossible to remember which turns she had already taken, and in the dark, everything looked the same. It probably wouldn't have looked much different in the light either, but she knew she was making progress when she came upon a door.

The noises ceased as soon as she looked upon it, and she was flooded with a sense of relief like cool liquid. Instead there was a different sound, and it was coming from right behind that barrier, the simplicity of the pristine wooden door itself seeming strange and out of place down there. Someone was singing, and the light was brightest between the cracks. Eliana didn't know the words, but she could feel their meaning nonetheless, and her eyes were watering before she heard all of a single verse. No, more than water, she was crying, silently weeping where she stood just to listen to the floating, ethereal tune she had discovered in that forgotten place. She reached out and touched that last obstacle, running her fingers along the frame, but she couldn't find any sort of latch or doorknob. Instead, she finally gave three firm, rapid knocks.

The door opened inwards. She almost fell forward, staggering into the light. Her eyes took some time to adjust, even though it was still dim in there. After all the walking, and the climbing, the shuffling along through the inexplicable maze beneath the old hotel, she found a bedroom. It wasn't hers, but there was something intimately familiar about it. The pictures on the walls were warped and blurry, moving slightly. The bed was broad and piled high with thick, cozy-looking blankets. At first she thought there was a lamp beside the bed, but it wasn't that. It was a smile.

Eliana had never seen anything like her before. She assumed no one in the world really had. Crouched beside the bed was a nightmare, living and embodied, casting her a broad smile that glowed from within. The same white light that had guided her there was emanating from her throat, filtered through her many teeth, her grin like that of a dragon. That was perhaps the closest comparison for her, at least in some sense, though her skin was more like that of a salamander, or perhaps an eel. Her body shone with a coating of slime, audibly dripping from her massive, shapely form. A mother-shaped monster in the depths, she regarded Eliana with six bright eyes, each of them shining outwards with that monochromatic light, staining their surroundings in an eerie glow, her vision framed by the tentacles that served as her hair.

Just to look upon her was to feel a grasping at her mind, the urge to clutch at her skull becoming overwhelming, her claws digging into her own thighs as she stood locked there in the doorway, restrained by unseen shackles that prevented her from moving or screaming. A terrified wail was welling up in her throat, but it remained there, silent and suppressed. The creature's smile was a nightmare, a haunting slash across her face that extended too far into her cheeks. She tilted her head this way and that, considering the arrival, never changing her expression as if it were frozen on her face. And then she simply beckoned to her, speaking in a voice that felt as if it were coming from a thousand places at once, her mouth not moving at all as she did so. The words even seemed to be coming partly from inside Eliana herself, invading her own thoughts and overriding them, ensuring she was standing at complete, enraptured attention.

"Hello, sweetie. I did not expect anyone to find me down here, but you were very determined. That is very interesting to me. Come here and let Senka look at you."

Eliana felt everything. Her terror was her elation, her confusion was her understanding. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into Senka's embrace, to press up and be close to the lurking horror. The urge was impossible to suppress, but she didn't feel as if she were being controlled or manipulated. The desire was purely from inside herself. When she came striding forth and simply collapsed, finding herself wrapped up in a pair of sleek, strong arms, she felt tears streaming from her eyes. Just to touch against the naked body of the slimy thing gave her a rush of unmuted emotion, a long-held need she'd never known she had until then finally fulfilled. Senka hugged her, and for a moment, they were silent together.

Eliana always knew she was right. There was something out there, something deeper, something waiting for her beneath the facade of normal life. Here she was, squeezing herself against the nightmare's warm body, her fear melting away in favour of unbridled emotions. She wasn't sure why she was crying exactly, but she felt better when she felt the monster's deadly claws running down her spine. There was no need for any explanation, merely the lingering moment, letting herself be cradled and touched by something she didn't understand, left feeling like a frail statue of glass instead of a cheetah as she lingered in Senka's loving grasp.

She wasn't sure how, but she could feel affection coming from the creature. There was danger and there was fright, but that was to be expected. Her thoughts remained loose and disconnected from the rest of her, floating freely through the air, exposed before the monster, if she could call her that. They lingered like that in emotional silence, Eliana faintly quivering there against that unknown beast, that mysterious shape of a woman unlike anyone or anything she'd ever seen before, letting herself feel whatever it there was to be felt. Time was a concept she'd long since left aside, cast off of her like a wet rain jacket when she stepped through the mouth of the hotel. Senka glistened with her own slickness, streams of some fluid running down upon the cheetah's body, bathing her in otherworldly slime that briefly stuck to her fur before seemingly dissipating. Only when they had spent some time together did Senka speak again, her voice a musical chorus, harmonizing with herself, leaving Eliana with a distinct sensation of soaring, just to listen to every word from the mother nightmare's mouth.

"You are hurting," she softly observed. "That's what drew you here, isn't it?"

Eliana wasn't sure what to say to that. She went a bit rigid in Senka's grasp, thinking for a time, feeling exposed. Finally, she sputtered out a question of her own instead of answering.

"What are you?"

She blurted it out suddenly, and immediately felt her cheeks going warm to hear herself. It felt rude, and she was quickly dipping her head down, muttering out an apology.

"S-sorry ..."

The simple thought of angering or even slightly bothering such a creature filled her with terror, but that worry was waved away by a simple reassurance.

"It's alright. I would expect anyone to have questions, seeing me in person like this. You are one of the first." Senka took a seat, and she let the cheetah rest on her lap, running her long claws along the cat's scalp and ears as she explained with a light scratching sound. "It might be difficult to explain in words you will follow. Some might call me a nightmare, but I am something ... bigger. A hungering thing."

Her smile grew just a little wider, banishing the look of wide-eyed fear that came to Eliana's face

"But do not worry. I have made dreams my sustenance, so as not to bring any lasting harm. Sometimes it even helps, when I get it right."

The cheetah couldn't help her curiosity, chiming in with an eager question.

"How does that help?"

"Some people bury things. I help them find them. They wake up, a little better, the pain faded to memory but the revelations fresh, never knowing I was there. And I am sated."

Eliana wasn't sure what exactly caused it, but hearing that made her start purring. She was vibrating there in the creature's lap, feeling the warmth of a mother's love. There was no other way to describe it. To be in Senka's presence, held and touched, stroked and admired there in that place a hundred miles beneath the streets on which she had listlessly shuffled was to find purpose. The all-emotions remained there in her head, inspiring her to cry or scream or fall to blind madness on the spot. Rather than do any of those, she instead babbled a curious question.

"Can you do it to me?"

Senka nodded softly.

"Certainly I could. You are a lovely little feast of thoughts and feelings."

Hearing such a compliment filled Eliana not with pride, but with sudden desperation, so much so that she shot up in Senka's lap and let her babbling turn instead into an aching plea.

"Take it all. No matter what it does to me. I want to feed you, Senka. I want to be ... with you. Or like you. I don't know ..."

She was speaking rapidly, barely even knowing what she was saying. Senka's smile faded only slightly, but that alone was enough to leave the cheetah shivering. The room grew darker with less of her inner light casting shadows upon the walls. She considered for a time, rubbing her claws along the surface of the cheetah's skull, examining and massaging her.

"Ah. I understand. You have never quite felt much for this version of yourself. I could change you, yes. But Eliana - it will not be pleasant."

Now the cheetah's eyes were watering, her limbs writhing with that rising need, that anxiety. Part of her was terrified just to think of going back to her life, of going one more moment without Mother Senka's love. The other was needy, even lusty, her urge to be closer turning into attraction. She was aroused and frightened all at once, shuddering at the grim warning, feeling its weight like a burden upon her chest. Still, she continued her urgent rambling.

"I need this - I've always wanted something like this. To belong. To be something better. Something else. Anything it takes. No matter what ..."

Senka was quiet for a short time. It was all but impossible to read her expression, and her smile was a permanent fixture. Still, her tone sounded more solemn, with less of the warmth she'd been exuding before.

"I will warn you again. I am not kind when I am feeding. It will feel real. You won't know the difference between this world and mine. And I will not stop until I break you, if you are to be truly reborn. Even if you beg me. Otherwise, you'll be left half-formed, less than whole."

Eliana simply pressed herself closer, clinging to the slime-coated goddess - if such a term wasn't too humble of one to describe her. She planted herself just beneath Senka's motherly bosom, reached up and touched her bare skin. Her fingers slipped along the surface, pleasing her ears with soft, slick sounds. She spoke gently.

"I trust you, Senka."

The smile on the monster's face grew brighter to hear that. Her eyes were already shining, but they lit up at the compliment.

"You are kind to say that. Thank you, Eliana. And goodbye. It was a pleasure to meet you."

The cheetah's long-standing virginity meant she knew nothing of performing sexually, hardly knowing her way around her own body, much less another's. Thankfully, she didn't have to do anything herself. Senka took charge, manipulating her, controlling her, guiding her. She held her by the head and guided her along, gently, but not without a certain firmness. There was no more going back. She had already begun the process. And though she was nervous, Eliana's arousal remained present, a persistent wet warmth between her thighs that spiked suddenly so a burning, clenching need as she found herself shoved face-first into a new experience, her muzzle thumping against the monster's sex, smothered there in the glistening lips of her labia.

Senka was wet all over, but she was even wetter there. Eliana was bathing in that indescribable scent. There were no words that even came close to it. She breathed it in, going a bit rigid, uncertain of what to do with herself as she was slowly stuffed between the hefty thighs of the motherly nightmare. In she went, lips spreading around her face, but still tightly clenching on her muzzle and her cheeks as she entered the nightmare in the most intimate of ways, penetrating her with her whole head. She was surrounding by the wettest sounds imaginable, shoved smoothly into Senka's soaking sex. She was bathing in that arousing scent, unable to full comprehend it, but it didn't matter. Her body relaxed as she entered, finding it warm and cozy, constricting around her body just right. She didn't recall getting naked, but those fluids were slathering her bare fur, the monster's insides massaging over her skin, pulling her deeper with those overpowering contractions.

She could hear that nightmarish moaning. It was muffled by then, but it remained a persistent, looming sound. Senka didn't pause for breath. She sang a pleasured, yet maddeningly complex song as she consumed the cheetah, dragging her thin curves into her body, stuffing her muzzle straight into her womb. On the inside, she was more or less like any other person, her anatomy seeming at least familiar, but it was dark. Of course it was, but this was far greater than simply being unable to see. Trapped there in the mother nightmare's belly, Eliana felt entirely cut off from the world. No one could ever find her there. She was in the darkest place, curling up, constricted from all sides by those muscular clenches, each tense squeeze telling her that the creature was enjoying her presence there.

The cheetah sighed as she felt her thighs vanishing up into the depths of Senka's clenching sex. It sounded like a slurp, a messy noise that effectively conveyed the slickness of the situation. The cat was drenched, marked down deeply in her new mother's scent. It was a tight, restrictive space, but where she might normally have felt fear, there was only soothing emptiness. Her thoughts grew inwards, finally flowing slower, a headache that had gone unnoticed until it ceased vanishing from her temples. Everything was better in there, and as her toes disappeared into that sopping pussy, she curled herself into a comfortable ball and continued her purring. She felt as if she'd been given the most thorough of spa treatments, a week's relaxing vacation compressed into a single sloppy devouring. As time went on and she remained within, her purrs faded into something quieter, her body moved a little less, and she drifted into either slumber or something deeper, feeling the calming touches of Senka's gentle hands rubbing over the bulge she made there in her monstrous womb.

She was still herself down there, wherever it was. That much she could work out when she examined her own body, seated there, naked beneath the light somewhere much different from that comforting chamber she'd just occupied. There was nothing for as far as she could see. Above, a flickering lamp swung from an unseen chain. She could hear it buzzing. The memory of how she got there was fading, thinning, and then gone. Maybe this was where she'd always been, sitting in the infinite nothing, simply imagining a life. That was why she'd never felt like she was truly there. She never really existed in that world she'd made up. Everything was gone and she was the only thing left, left with a creeping sense of despair to know everything had always been a lie from the start.

If it wasn't for the interruption, she might have sat there forever. Something was dripping on her. It hit her fur with a startling_smack_, shaking her from her miserable state and making he reach to wipe it off her shoulder. Such a thing was fruitless when it kept raining down on her. With it came a scent, one that almost struck her as familiar, but she couldn't place it. That eventually prompted her to look up, briefly blinded by the lamplight reflecting down into her sensitive eyes. Except, it wasn't a bulb that shone down upon her. It was a smile, a Cheshire slash in the void, emanating a colourless glow, the faint illumination concealing the body of its bearer, until she drew closer.

She looked different in a dream. The shape was the same, but everything about her was harsher, more alarming just to look at, more silently threatening. The veil that protected her from truly seeing how monstrous Senka was gone. The previous warmth was gone from her memory, leaving her barely able to recognize who it was descending from above like a glistening spider, hanging inverted as she attacked. She remembered nothing of her at first, knowing only fear, letting out a scream that seemed to echo forever as she pitifully scooted away. Senka turned herself upright when she reached the floor, standing tall and naked above the cheetah, her head rocking from side to side as she sang a sickly lullaby. There was nothing comforting about it, the words unknown to her but imbued with sinister meaning. Looming there, smiling and singing wordlessly, she radiated an aura of pure malice, on that sent the terrified cat scrambling, claws digging into the floor as she crawled away. The fear kept her legs almost completely numb, leaving her dragging them behind her, pulling herself along on her belly and her knees as she fled.

Senka cast a spotlight upon her as she followed. Her eyes shone bright, a painful gleam to look at, leaving her features largely shrouded. Eliana screamed for help, scratching deep into the floor, scraping into what felt like concrete. No matter how hard she crawled, she couldn't get any further, and Senka seemed almost to mock her with that leisurely approach. The monster's claws clacked upon the floor as she paced along, slowly, meandering and letting the cheetah exhaust herself. She might have been built for speed, but that was only if her legs worked. Eventually her body ached too much to continue, her knees scraped and raw, her lungs burning, and so with the last of her strength she turned herself over and shielded her face from the approaching horror, giving one more desperate cry.

"No! Leave me alone! Don't ... !"

She hadn't felt it in some time. It was a true, mortal fear, for her own body. She didn't want something bad to happen to it. The memories were a little more clear, then. The terror brought them out. She remembered wilfully agreeing to this, knowing she wanted absolutely nothing more than to submit to the creature. That she trusted her. Yet as she laid there, stretched out on her back, backed in the gloomy light of the singer's glowing smile, she felt immediate regret. She waved her hands all about wildly, breaking back into the moment, into her own memories, feeling as if she was gifted, or cursed, with sudden clarity.

"Wait! Please, no, I don't ... I've changed my mind! I don't want to do this!"

"Shhhhh," Senka urged her, stepping over her writhing, prone form.

She was so much bigger than the cheetah she could have easily just crushed her beneath her weight. Her heft was monstrous, thickly padded and excessive, sexy in a way no monster ought to have been allowed to be. Such a shapely form was even more intimidating coming down towards her, crouching, and then kneeling, instantly immersing her in the taste and scent of that deep sex. Eliana was smothered in an instant, the monster mercifully keeping her weight off of her chest, allowing her to breathe while she inhaled the cool warmth of that slick cunt. Senka rubbed it all over her face, marking her down in slime and liquid lust, painting her features to a matted mess, until she little more to do but to swallow all the fluids running over her fur. Eliana drank and guzzled, tasting the unknown flavour, rammed down into the floor by the horror's insistent thrusts.

Even a simple motion of her hips was enough to nearly break her. She felt herself shoved deep once more, her muzzle trapped between those wet lips, only to pop out again. Eliana flailed and tapped at Senka's thighs, her palms glancing off the thick padding that adorned them, unable to free herself from that messy prison, used as a toy and rubbed on again and again. The thrusts were getting harder, grinding against her face from chin to nose to forehead, until she was left thinking she was drowning. Her lungs felt full, her chest was tight, and yet still the monster sang her song as she face-fucked the helpless cat there in the shadows. There were no walls, no exits, no lights but that which came from within Senka herself. Eliana had no choice but to serve her, scrambling and struggling through it all, trying to scream but muffled by the smothering embrace of the thick monster's wet cunt.

Such terrible sounds they were. Not just the schlicking and the suckling of sopping sex smacking and sliding against her face, but there were her moans as well. At first they might have been pleasant, with the deep, resonating force bursting outwards into darkness. They grew more distorted, as if with radio static, as they progress, growing louder, painfully so, feeling like they were deafening her as those piercing cries of eldritch pleasure pierced her ears and mind alike. She couldn't breathe, couldn't escape, left suffocating there beneath the thumps of hips against her face. Just as she felt herself fading, her eyes rolling back, her frantic tapping on Senka's thigh slowing to a touch, she was roused from impending slumber by a sudden gush. The warning of its coming was there, the clenching, contracting, flexing orgasm that rippled through the horror's innards, but it wasn't until she was being immersed in that monstrous mess that she was truly awakened once more.

Senka twitched and writhed all over, seeming to exist in several positions at once as she climaxed right down Eliana's throat. The cheetah was left guzzling the otherworldly juices, filling her own belly until it was slightly sore with the results of that forceful ride. She choked and she coughed, desperate for air, only finding temporary freedom when Senka lifted a thigh from alongside her head and rose from atop her. That left her hacking hard, rolling onto her side, lying in a puddle of the mess as Senka continued dripping down upon her, raining a sleep-scented warmth on her sodden fur. It took so long for Eliana to catch her breath she thought she might never do so, her lungs feeling smaller, weaker for the strain. Looking up at the looming monster, crouched there above her, smiling as she squatted and observed, she didn't know why she'd ever chosen to trust someone so ruthless as her.

Of course she wasn't done with her. Senka mockingly lunged forward a few times, clacking her teeth in her direction, looking as if she was going to bite her only to stop just short. Eliana flinched every time. A little closer, and she could have lost her whole face. She could see saliva dripping from each and every one of those fangs, flowing steadily from the monster's mouth, telling her just what Senka thought of the notion of eating her. She held back for the moment, reaching forth with those hooked claws, dragging them along the cheetah's belly firmly enough it hurt a little. She wasn't breaking the skin, but Eliana whimpered nonetheless as she felt how close those curved blades were to her innards.

"So afraid already? I thought you might enjoy at least some of this." Senka shuddered as a wicked laugh came from her, a sordid giggle that made Eliana want to cup her palms over her ears. "You belong to me now. I can use you any way I want. You were so easy to deceive. So foolish in your desperation, you'd willingly give yourself up to a monster. It was always bound to end poorly for you."

She let her tongue fall from her jaws, dangling down and stretching out, sleekly rubbing between her own breasts as she squeezed them.

"Be a good girl and worship me, and maybe I won't consume you. You don't want to know what happens if I do."

Eliana only managed to get her eyes wide and her lips parted before her attempt to speak was interrupted. The forked tip of that tongue found its way inside her mouth, instantly forcing its way into her gullet. She choked on it, feeling it curling and stroking her insides, and it just kept going. She felt it all the way down inside her belly, and could swear it was touching her in other places too. It didn't care about following the rules, nor which parts of her were solid. Maybe it was puncturing right through her organs, but she didn't feel any pain. Senka tasted the inside of her as she leaned down once more, this time simply laying on top of the exhausted cheetah, making herself a damp, smothering blanket as she shoved the cat's muzzle right up between her breasts.

Shaking herself slowly back and forth, Senka started a smooth grind as before, this time keeping the cat clamped there in her cleavage. Eliana's whole body shook, dragged and tugged one way and then another by that slick embrace, and she could barely even keep hold of herself, much less give the attention she'd been ordered to provide. Senka eventually slowed down, clutching the cheetah by the head, digging her claws in against her skull while she directed her to one breast. She was all but smacking her against it, pushing a thick, black nipple between the cheetah's lips, pressing at the bottom of her jaw with one thumb to make her close down on it. Her command came sharp and vicious, unimpeded by her tongue's occupation, the implications of what would happen if she disobeyed dripping from that single syllable.

"Suck."

She sucked. Her jaw was aching just to fit that much breast between her lips and teeth, but she made sure to follow the instruction to the best of her fatigued ability. Closing her eyes didn't shut out the image of Senka's wickedly smiling face from her mind. The taste was always pleasant, a mind-unravelling pleasure running down her throat as she sucked the slime right off Senka's tit, but she was overwhelmed. Her heart was pounding, and she could only swallow so much. Her belly was already full, and she could feel that tongue writhing around inside it, tasting the monster's own juices, pressing around to leave her feeling violated, touched in places no one was ever meant to touch her.

First the one and then the other. Another breast to suck upon pushed deeply against her face, near to forcing her to swallow the whole thing. Her jaws couldn't crane that far, so Senka was just going to have to settle for a great, open-mouthed suckle upon her breastflesh, the cheetah doing her best to show devotion to the drooling beast. She added her tongue to the mix in time, savouring the flavour, trying to focus on that and not the horror of the situation while she serviced the eldritch being. This was never where she thought her life would take her. But she hadn't thought about other possibilities much either.

When she had suitably slathered up that breast with her tongue, dragging its rough surface against Senka's shockingly smooth skin over and over, using the rough texture to the fullest, Senka finally withdrew. She started to reel her tongue back out of the cheetah's gullet, leaving Eliana with the unsettling sensation of her innards being pulled out. That appendage popped free, leaving the cheetah gagging briefly, only to stab southward, winding and coiling around her body, dragging itself along every single one of her spots. It tasted her everywhere, she tasted her, laying claim to her entire body one deep slurp at a time. Eliana was already squirming, but she was moving even more when she felt that writhing touch push up between her own thighs, flicking and tickling there against her soft, virginal lips.

Eliana didn't even know it was possible to be so sensitive. The slightest touch and she was near to screaming. Eventually she did erupt with a shrieking sound, a piercing feline wail like something from an alley cat in heat, a mingled fix of fear and ferocious, pounding lust welled up deep within her. She didn't want to be touched, tantalized, taken by the drooling horror, but it felt so good to simply accept what was happening to her. That tongue lashed just right, wriggling in such tender ways, touching her just right in the places she'd never before been touched. She was whimpering as it spread her open, penetrating her with juicy ease, pressing deep and wiggling left and right to taste and pleasure her in every place at once. That tongue just kept going deeper, not just stimulating her, but fucking her, firm yet flexible, swiping up and down tender spots that left the cheetah with a dazed, open-mouthed expression, barely able to get more sounds out of her throat than a mere gurgle.

She was drooling, she was shaking, she was shivering as if she were freezing to death. But she couldn't feel anything but warm. Her surroundings were humid, misty, reminding her of the womb the real her was tucked away in right that moment. Though that felt like a distant memory, practically another life. Perhaps that was the dream and this was her life, her real self, violated by the nightmare's tongue, feeling it wriggling wildly within her womb, stroking over places that shouldn't even have been sensitive. Her whole body was wracked, paralyzed to the spot by the pleasure coursing through her veins, her mind struggling to even keep up with the sensations spilling across her insides. She had enough control over her body to thrash, at least, locking into increasingly violent convulsions as her body seized up with unfathomable delight. They never told her it felt like this. It was beyond her mere mortal understanding, that tongue working so well inside her it was making her mind break apart.

It wasn't the first time she'd ever climaxed, but it might as well have been. She was cumming herself away, gushing out, aching with ecstasy, screaming silently the whole time. Her mind was putting out the most fearsome cry she possibly could, but nothing more than raspy scratches came from her throat. It wasn't for being dry - she was salivated thickly, drooling on herself, wearing a truly dumb expression as her eyes went all out of focus and her lips curled into a broad, simplified smile. Everything mattered a little less once that tongue had taken her to that new place, her body taken over by the climax until she could feel it in every single detail. Her muscles, her nerves, she was tingling from toes to fingers to the very tips of her ears, and she could only stay in such a blissful state for so long before she was going numb. Her body slumped, limp, helpless, soaked, feeling as if she were simply melting into the floor, and she went totally blank. No more Eliana, simply the glistening now, and every sweet sensation which came with the near and present heaven swimming in her veins.

The first proper sound to actually escape her mouth wasn't a moan, but instead a giggle. It wasn't out of any sort of amusement, but rather a shuddering, broken sound, a listless cackle as her self faded into nothing. Without her mind she was only meat. And that was something she became more acutely aware of as Senka withdrew her tongue once more. It dripped thick juices, a mix of hers and Eliana's alike, and it made the slickest noises as it slithered through the air towards her. Not that there was anything left to say, but she found her speech taken from her as it wrapped tightly around her throat, choking her just enough to silence any further mad laughter. Then down it went, encircling and encoiling, wrapping her up tight in a snake grip that squeezed and confined her, restricting her movement but for the faintest squirms. She didn't have much energy left anyway.

Then they were up, Senka raising her as if she were weightless, pulling her close to her bust in an embrace tight enough to send a crackle through her spine. Her playful, teasing words were spoken with a taunting tone, as if the cheetah were a mere child.

"Come inside, sweetie. I am going to keep you forever and ever."

Her mouth opened wider and wider, expanding beyond the limits of any ordinary jawbone, becoming a gaping abyss that beckoned to the cheetah with that fleshy sound of stretching. The insides reflected her inner glow, and that tongue just dragged her inwards, until she could feel those deadly nightmare teeth scraping along the back of her skull, down her neck, and finally framing about her shoulders. Senka gave a little bite, though it was harmless, using her many long fangs to comb through the feline's fur as she began to consume her. Eliana went from blank and faintly confused, unsure of where she even was, to startled and starting to squirm as the slickness of the monster's insides smoothly glazed over her face and body. She was swallowing that inner slime, a mix of spit and whatever ooze Senka was made of, and every mouthful was a little more sense back into her head.

She was being eaten alive in a dark nowhere by something worse than natural, and she was gazing into the blinding pit that was Senka's gullet. The resulting scream that came with her realization was muffled in the slimy gullet constricting all around her. It massaged at her, but the cool pleasure was unwelcome. Senka wasn't as warm inside as a normal creature. She was like a snake, gulping her down whole without flinching, rubbing and squeezing her body with big, powerful hands, kneading deep into her muscles with fingers that were more possessive than anything. The 'mmmm' of delight that echoed all around the cheetah, seeming to be coming from inside the nightmare herself, was a constant signal of the enjoyment that came with eating her, the constriction of that tongue around her thighs kept her from kicking much. She had nothing to do but wetly descend, faintly bulging beneath the creature's bosom, vanishing into the darkness of her body, bathed in that fading light.

Eliana hardly knew why she was afraid, only what her body told her. She fell into a great, deep pit of a stomach, or something like it, smacking down into the bottom of her new, fleshy prison as it clenched up tight around her. Senka's body might not have worked like any others, might have followed its own rules, but it still reacted to the presence of prey, of food, like any other. Eliana was soon struggling against the digestive clenches that embraced her, kneading harshly at her confined body, her legs slipping through the monster's teeth and vanishing down her gullet. It was all a matter of one last rolling gulp, a toss of her head and a deep, noisy suckle of her thighs, her calves, and then her feet. Senka gave her tail one last little nibble at the tip, a subtle thing that almost seemed like affection if it wasn't preceding finishing her off. One last swallow, a loud, resonating ullllp that send the cheetah rippling down her throat, cascading along on a wave of thick fluids, and there followed a solid thump of that spotty body getting fully trapped within her soft, slick gut.

Senka set to stroking at her, fingers and claws pressing so deeply they were almost piercing her own skin. She scraped and she touched, admiring every detail of the captive cat, while Eliana kicked and fought against the crushing onslaught of digestion. Or whatever it was. Something was happening to her down in that dark chamber, somewhere far from the illumination of Senka's inner glow. It was blacker than black, so dark she could hardly even sense her own body. Her limbs, caught up in an uncomfortable tangle like that, were already immobilized, and they were growing numb as something crept along their surface. She could feel it crawling along her fingers, and then up and to her palms. It got in between her toes with that tingly something, and then it was working into her pawpads. She was trapped in her own body, inside Senka, unable to even struggle right,

"Such a silly kitten. All you need to do is ask me, and I will grant you an incredible favour for nothing in return? Is that how you think this works?" Her voice was sing-song, teasing, but dripping with an undercurrent of malice. "I owe you nothing. And I will take everything from you. It will be like you never were."

"... S-Senka! Wait!" Somehow she had found her voice, though her pleas came out in choking gasps rather than the shrieks of desperation and fright she intended. "I don't want this anymore. You're scaring me, I don't ... please let me go!"

"That is not how this works." Senka spoke softly, rubbing her palms against the cheetah's trapped and terrified form. "Now melt down sweetly for mama. These are your last moments of existence, and I am going to enjoy them."

She made good on her promise by taking a long, slow grope along her body, stirring up a plethora of juicy noises as she ran her claws and fingers alike along those unfathomable curves. A sharp breath, and she was moaning once more, making sure the cheetah in her stomach could hear it over her own screams. She poked and prodded at her gut, hefting it up, squeezing at its occupant tightly before dropping it back down, letting the cat bounce about as she uselessly struggled against the digestive embrace. Senka might have been an eldritch monster, but those enormous gurgles rumbling through her body were obvious enough, and as they grew louder so too did the sound of her own self-admiration, until she was pushing her fingers, and then her whole hand inside herself. With a toss of her her tentacle-clad head and a lash of her her sopping tongue, she was snarling a terrible sound as she set to thrusting and rubbing out her cruel delight all over her balled fist.

"Yes! Perish for me, little morsel. Digest down into nothing. Won't all your friends and family be jealous, knowing you ended up as fat on my tits?" She chuckled darkly. "Of course they won't, because they won't even remember you."

It wasn't hard to tell what was going on, the cheetah shaken back and forth by those lusty motions, but the words just drove it in deeper. She set to kicking, but there was something happening to her body, something that robbed her of all her fight. It wasn't painful, at least not physically. The despair that overtook her hurt as much as any injury, her eyes wide open even in the dark, understanding the full extent of the horror being inflicted upon her. She was going to die somewhere not even the gods and angels could find her. If they even existed. Maybe there was only Senka, the all-consuming terror, wiping the whole universe away, one person at a time. She could only wail in horror until her throat grew dry, an endless, futile effort to get someone to hear her before it was too late.

Eventually, Eliana could feel her screams fading, not for lack of effort of adrenaline, but simply because she was a little less with each moment. Her body was collapsing, hardly even digesting so much as simply liquefying on the spot, turning into a solid pool of goop that grew thinner as the glimmering walls absorbed what used to be her. She felt it all, felt her own voice being stolen from her, felt her heart stop beating and her lungs fail to draw further breath. Some part of her remained, some morsel of existence, remained aware and feeling, somehow perceiving those tendrils of destruction creeping over her very essence. Death was only the beginning of being consumed by the living nightmare.

She looked and saw an azure shimmer, a faint outline of herself, but that too was losing its lustre over time. Just as her body had melted, so too did this second copy of herself, this ethereal shape that proved just solid enough to melt down like jelly. A thick, colourless goo dripped from her vanishing fingers, welling up at the bottom of that hellish stomach, only to be absorbed and taken, the energy made part of the creature. She could feel Senka squeezing into her own breasts as if they belonged to Eliana, their bodies one and the same for those moments as her blue, glowing face stretched to unnatural expressions of horror, wide-mouthed and hollow before losing all shape entirely. She felt death for a second time, rushing through what remained of her, her body long gone and digested, her immortal soul itself nothing but sludge to be absorbed, and then it too was gone.

There was nothing left of her but a thought, a faint, flickering sensation of awareness that lingered somewhere in the darkness of Senka's body. She thought perhaps she heard a moaning, a long, extended sigh, a scritch of claws and fingers alike massaging and stroking all over a broad, motherly body. Senka was only thicker for the contribution, turning Eliana's very essence into padding, into fat upon her body. In those final moments, there was nothing left of the cheetah but the thought, the vague notion of her having ever existed. And then she felt the pressure, feeling at the same time like the walls were closing in as if a hundred separate tendrils were tugging and tearing her apart, shredding every thought, every memory, every aspect of herself from her own mind, from the world, from the realm of possibility. When the sweet, sinister nightmare was done digesting her, there was no more Eliana. There never had been. And there never could be. And when the cheetah's thoughts ceased to function, she could only perceive, knowing only the torment, only the terror, a horror beyond mortal that could have broken anyone with a functioning mind as she was unmade. Then it didn't matter anymore.

The screaming let her know it was over. She was fiercely wailing before she even awakened. But she heard it. She felt it, rasping from her throat, an echoing sound that bounced from one fleshy wall to another. There were hands stroking at her, thought she was hardly whole. An effort to shift from one position to another simply had her slopping over, running like thick fluid from one side of Senka's womb to another. She was nothing more than liquid, but she could feel the walls trembling, clenching down, and then she heard her mother's lovely call as the nightmare brought herself to an eldritch climax. That meant she was leaving that comforting chamber, rebirthed in a messy spatter, projected outwards from the monster's slick pussy in one tremendous spurt. She painted down the walls of that cozy bedroom, clinging to them before running slowly down the to floor with an extended schlurrrrp.

She was nothing more than goo, but from the inky puddle there opened a multitude of eyes. They were sharper than before. She could see Senka for what she really was - or at least she could understand her better at a glance than ever before. She saw the darkness there, the hunger and the horror, the infinite void that existed within her, ever wanting more. But she saw the light as well. In those shapely curves, she saw a mother, and a kindness untempered by hidden desire or expectation. There was something pure within her, and when she offered an upturned hand, Eliana did her best to take it. Such a thing simply involved taking on a solid form first, and she rose slowly from the muck, forming into something new, something greater. Eliana the cheetah was a thing of the past, something she once was but had left behind. Vague memories of who she'd been and how she thought remained, but that was all. When she stood fully, she was a pitch-black monster much like Senka herself, a shining, softly curvy reptile or eel-like thing, sleek with slime, amorphous and beautiful in the newly acquired form of a true cosmic horror. She fell into her mother's embrace with a smile.

"Mom?" she asked, unsure if Senka wanted to be called that. She could immediately feel warmth coming from that dark figure at the mere mention of the word.

"Yes. I am here." She squeezed her tight and let her squeeze right up between her breasts, as snug as she could be. "I am sorry for frightening you. It would not work if I was gentle. I am not truly that cruel. Only by necessity, I promise."

Her voice swam with adoration, conveying in simple words a love beyond mortal understanding. But it made sense to her, to the newly-birthed nightmare. She was imbued with a great knowing, the beautiful and terrible knowledge of the universe revealed before her many eyes. She let Senka squeeze her, stroking over her with delight, their oozing bodies dripping on one another. Emotions she couldn't have previously understood or even endured flooded through her, as well as the most basic of all. She was happy and she was cherished. And she was hungry, too. She felt it deep inside her, a hollow sensation that briefly took her from the moment, the depths of need opened up within her new body frightening her at first.

"That is the hunger, child," Senka softly explained, not even needing to be asked. "It is always there. We will find ways to feed it without doing too much harm. Together."

Overwhelmed, the former cat collapsed into her mother's lap, feeling those doting fingers rubbing away her woes. They largely matched, though Senka was much bigger, and more powerful too. But she was part of her. A daughter, a nightmare, horrific and yet filled with love. It wasn't just the adoration she felt from mother Senka, but an inner warmth, a fondness that she simply had to express. She couldn't wait to show everyone her new self. She hadn't known many people as Eliana, but that didn't matter. There were new people to meet, new sensations to experience, and she couldn't wait to share them with the many people of the world. And beyond. It was going to take some time to truly understand what she'd been given, but she was gifted with the capacity to do so. Her eyes were open, inside and out, and all the secrets hidden in the darkness were spilling out for her to see.

She saw others, watching from afar. Figures of power and persistence, lurking in their realms, considering the new arrival. In a snowy forest, there knelt a shadowed figure, slender and solemnly slumped, but perking up at the sight of her. On a fiery throne, there was a hulking beast, tapping thick fingers together, face shrouded by the blaze. She saw something darker than the others, something twisted and ever-changing, refusing to take a permanent form, but even as it violently shifted before her new sight, she didn't feel afraid. She had Senka, and Senka had her. Pressing a little closer to her terrifying mother, she felt the comfort that came with belonging to someone greater, someone beyond the world, beyond even religion, and she never had to be alone again.

"Thank you, mom," she whispered, listening to her new voice. It quavered slightly, but it also echoed. It was a legion of sounds, powerful, intimidating, and changing to her slightest whim. She could use it any way she liked. "I love you."

"I love you too, my sweet daughter. You are safe, now. No more wandering. You have found what you were always seeking. It's going to be better now." Senka leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, though is was more of a nibble, hardly having lips to do such a thing. "It will take some adjusting. But I know you are happier like this. All we need now is a new name."

She offered that bright smile of hers, lighting up the whole abyssal bedroom with it. The reborn dark one returned the gesture, as best she could, bearing her jagged, nightmare fangs. There were many things to consider, a whole new life opening its endless possibilities before her, every mistake she'd ever made, every regret gone and erased along with her old body. Though she had a thousand thoughts, a thousand feelings to figure out, she only knew the tender touches of her mother, the living nightmare, the eldritch horror from beyond the edges of reality itself sweetly singing to her in that place below all else. Such concerns could wait until she'd enjoyed the cuddles and adoration that came with coming under Senka's doting and eternal care.