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Sweet Dreams

© Tsumi Moogle '10

Tsumi © His owner. Russet © His owner.

"G'night Dad, Kupo!" Tsumi called, smiling as he padded down the hall from the bathroom, his father's dopey reply greeting his ears a few moments later. The pale-pink mog smiled as he scrunched his toes faintly into the soft, well-loved carpet of the hall, wringing a last bit of moisture from between his digits from his shower as he came to stop at his sibling's room, gently knocking on the door littered with the odd picture of a musical instrument, a small portion of sheet music, or the like, before it opened to reveal the black-furred face of his grinning brother Julius.

"Bed time already, squirt?" The larger frame grinned, tussling Tsumi's damp hair and causing his little brother to giggle and push at his hand before nodding. "Yeah.. M'just tired from all the running around I did today." The pyjama'd moogle murmured as he neatened his longer hair, stepping back to let his sibling from his room. Julius chuckling. "Well, c'mon then, let's get you tucked in." The black moogle smiled softly, slipping an arm around his sibling and steering him down the last length of hallway to open Tsumi's door and flick the light on. Stepping in, the duo looked over the spacious room, the creamy carpet broken up by clothing littering the little mog's floor, shirts and pants, socks and undies, sneakers and all.. Shaking his head, Julius grinned, pulling back the thick covers of Tsumi's bed, letting the pink mog squirm in before he softly tucked the younger moogle in. "Think you wanna try without a nightlight, tonight? You've had a pretty good run of monsterless nights, don't you think?" Julius murmured, causing Tsumi to blush as he snuggled down into his cushy pillows.

"I.. I dunno bro.. Do I have to..?" The pink mog pined faintly, earning a chuckle from his older brother and a warm kiss to his forehead. "Just give it a try... if any turn up, you call out, I'll shoo them away, and you can have it on from then, alright?" The black mog smiled, petting his sibling's hair as Tsumi sighed and nodded resignedly. "Atta boy, bro.. now, Sweet dreams, kupo." Julius leant in, the duo sharing a warm Eskimo kiss, before he stood up to pad from the room, smiling back to his smaller brother as he curled up and hugged a pillow softly to himself. Trailing his paw on the light-switch, the black moogle murmured another "good-night", before turning out the light and easing the door to lay just slightly ajar.

Curling gently beneath his warm blankets, Tsumi gulped, the shadows of his room elongated from the moonlight gently trailing in the window, the room all but silent, save the odd breeze that wafted in, leaving the mog to his nervous breaths and heartbeat, his pompom gently aglow over his forehead in a makeshift nightlight to help ease the boy to sleep... Closing his eyes to block out the gloom of his bedroom, Tsumi curled tighter beneath his blanket, waiting for sleep to come..

There was a low creak, and the soft click of metal telling him a door had closed. It was much too close to be Julius', and he knew his sibling wouldn't close his door... Opening his eyes, The pink mog looked to his pom as it glowed an innocent peach colour, before with the faintest of steps brushing through his carpet, the bauble pulsed red, causing the moogle's breath to catch in his chest.. Gripping the blankets over his head, he tried to lay as still as possible. He wasn't there. They couldn't see him. He was fine.

"Moooooogle..." Came a low and rough voice, unfamiliar to Tsumi's ears from above the foot of his bed. Quivering, Tsumi clenched his eyes shut, praying the stranger away, before he gasped as the soft weight of his blanket over his feet lifted and a clawed hand trailed along his ankle, raking his instep softly.. "J-.. Juli..?!" The mog squeaked in barely a whisper, his fear stifling the will to scream as that stranger chuckled over him. "No, no.. Not Juli at all.. He's not going to be able to help you, little moogle.." The stranger whispered, before the blanket lay back over his feet again, and the sound of those claws trailed up over the blankets, stray threads catching and groaning as the beast walked up to the head of the moogle's bed, gripping those bundled blankets, and starting to pry them back..

With his pompom illuminating, the moogle stared as his night-terror was revealed, the red light of the bauble bouncing off the shiney, scaled carapace of the tall beast... it's form a yellow hue, face a wicked draconic snout, with jagged teeth-like in place of lips which still curved into a wicked grin. Amber eyes that reflected the moogle's own terrified face, broken only by the odd strand of wild, thick, green hair. "Boo." The monster whispered gutterally, causing the moogle to whimper, rather paralyzed with fear, trembling and staring straight into the beast's face as it (he?) trailed that claw of a hand of his reached forward to neatly sink the sharp tip of his digits into the warm cotton clothing the moogle. With a mocking delicateness, the beasts' hand inched down the moogle's torso, the tear of the cotton audible in the silent room, whilst the monster smirked viciously. "Scream out, and you'll feel my claws on your skin, moogle, and get to watch them do the same to whoever you call for..." it hissed with wicked amusement, hand trailing to a stop at the moogle's hips.

His torso bared and the threat made, Tsumi gasped shallowly for breath, dead silent save his whimpers, before he managed to squeak out; "W-.. wha-.. what do-.. d'you want w-w-ith me..?" His trembling body exuding the delicious scent of fear, Russet drew a thick breath and chuckled. "What does any monster want with a little moogle?" Russet whispered back, running a thick and long tongue precariously along those jagged 'lips' of his, before his clawed hands gripped the small form, beneath the arms, and lifted, drawing Tsumi from the safety of his bed, the chill of the night's air tickling over the moogle's bared torso and tummy.. "N-no..!" The young mog squeaked, barely higher than a whisper struggling in that sharp-clawed grip and struggling, planting a terrible kick against the beasts' lower abdomen, right where any male would feel it. Instead of a yell or a groan, Tsumi was met only with an amused growl and low chuckle. "Oh, yes..." The beast contradicted, before yawning it's terrible maw wide to the mog, lit with the boy's pom, the slick flesh pulsed a pinky red, slimey, and all but toothless, leading do a deeper, darker tunnel leading down into a rank-scented depth the moogle didn't want to think about.

His eyes widening at the realization that this night-time aberration was truly going to do away with him, Tsumi found his voice, his chest expanding, as he readied to hollar his head off, before the beast's tongue shot forward, wrapping thick about his neck and muzzle, gripping tight and all but strangling any attempt to scream for help. Able only to wheeze and whimper, the mog stared, scrambling, pushing and beating at those paws gripping and guiding him into those gaping jaws, flesh squishing slickly about his head and face as the beasts' pointed jaws closed about his upper chest and shoulders, sharply angled in, a struggle against them brought Tsumi a sharp pang of pain as his favored chocobo-pyjamas tore further.

Those sharp claws moving, one to his groin, the other to an ankle, the beast tipped his head back, and pulling at both hand-grips, squished the boy's head simply into his gullet, tongue unraveling and retracting as he did so. With the tongue no longer gripping the mog's face, Tsumi screamed into the stifling heat of the rippling throat hauling him with callous grace downwards.. But through Russet's thick flesh and rock-hard carapace, the sound was all but silenced, amidst the visceral orchestra he was being introduced to as he was compacted down the beast's gullet.

His tongue free to roam, the beast groaned, slathering at the boy's taste, a natural, fruity inclination of strawberries and a sickly tang of delectable fear. Snapping his jaws over the boy's torso, earning a yelp and a kick from his frenzied meal, Russet smirked, and gripping the waist of the boy's pyjama pants, tore them down and off his midnight meal's body. Another rolling swallow had his thick carapace creaking and sliding, bulging to permit the boy deeper, with muscles rippling along his entire frame to compact the screaming mog down into the slick pit of his gut, where Tsumi was welcomed with a barely widened space and a thin pool of some terribly thick ooze.. The air hot and humid with an acrid tang, his voice reverberated in his ears as he screamed for his sibling, all but unaware that beyond Russet's jaws, the only sound to escape was the occasional 'glrk' of the beast's swallows.

Hips after belly, Russet kept swallowing, his clawed hands pushing on the moogle's feet as his body slid it's thick carapace about to fit his meal, compacting as Tsumi was forced to curl within him, grinning as he alone heard the moogle's most terrified pleas. Snapping up over slimming thighs, knees and calves, he drew his hands back, instead slithering his tongue out to enfold those feet, and haul them the last few inches to seal the boy's fate, smirking as the frenzied struggles were muted almost entirely when his jaws shut, and the heated flesh about his meal pushed the moogle fully down within his gut...

His body curled, compacted tight as could be, his pompom glowing red, pressed right to his face, Tsumi tried desperately to scream out, wriggle.. Anything, whilst the belly so slowly began to ooze more of the viscous liquid, pooling up about his body, tingling his fur and skin where it touched, until it reached his neck, and around him, the beast spoke.. Reverberating his body with it's deep and smooth tone.

"Mmmnhh.. Delicious... absolutely delectable, little moogle.. Now.. do be a good meal and keep squirming for me.. maybe if you're lucky, you'll get some sweet dreams after you succumb to digestion..." The beast chuckled lowly, savouring Tsumi's frenzied screams and writhings, as the belly churned, sloshing and squishing around him, starting to bath him wholly in those thick enzymes working to break him down... Smirking softly, the beast neatly picked up the scraps of Tsumi's pyjamas, dropping them lightly in the boy's waste-paper basket, before stifling a soft belch, making for the window to vanish into the night...

With a screaming start, Tsumi sat up, memories fresh in his mind of the terrible beast gripping and swallowing him down, the tingle of goo over his body and encroaching darkness, his pompom fading.. Tears streaming down his cheeks, the boy looked about his room, the first slivers of sunlight creeping through his open window.. his body, sitting nude atop the thick covers... Save for a thick strand of green hair tied about a thick, yellow-scale, the boy's eyes wide as he scarpered from his bedroom, hollering for his sibling.