Hot. Sticky. Dark. That was all she felt. All she knew. From her fingertips to the soles of her feet, all Jackie Littlemen knew was this damp, dark prison, an endless abyss of muscle and mucus that stretched on forever. It engulfed her entire being like a maze, seemingly with neither beginning nor end.

In such an inky oblivion, there was nary a shred of light. Was this what it felt like, to be trapped in the heart of a black hole? An impenetrable eternity of blackness, crushed by so much gravity that the all-encompassing pressure became an afterthought? A mere fact of life?Time passed here slow as a snail, stretching every second out to infinity. Light never reached this gloomy place, though everything felt hot like a furnace. Why, the very notion felt alien as a universe without sound or the color red.

Such darkness made every touch, every movement feel sharper. Clearer. It overwhelmed the senses at times, paralyzing Jackie with sensual overload. Her womanhood flared with desire constantly, while her limbs felt weak as noodles; useless when it came to escape. Other times, pleasure baked her brain, driving Jackie mad with lust. Her hands weakly stroked her pink lips, plunged into its velvety folds, and teased her pink pearl on the daily, every climax as powerful as the last. Unlike Jackie's eyesight, the pleasure never grew dull. How could she not squirm, fueled by such fire?

Such a lurid fate was very much hell as it was a blissful paradise. How could it not be, when Jackie tred the wire-thin path of despair and desire? Such disharmony sapped Jackie of her strength and willpower. Her spirit wasn’t entirely broken, more… conflicted. Twisted forever into a knot of indecision. Should she despise her fate, or relish it? Who could say?

Only the occasional muffled mutters or a jostle from Outside World stirred Jackie’s senses. Only that stirred her soul, making muscles twitch at seeming random. When a particularly sharp jerk slammed Jackie's face against a rubbery wall, soaking her face in junk, did Jackie blink awake.

"Aaah, haah?"

Out. She had to escape. Get out of this hell. Once, long ago, Jackie Littleman had a life. Friends, family, everything. Perhaps the sands of time swept their faces from her memory, replaced by every crevice and divot of this inky prison, but they must still exist Outside. Someone, far and away, must miss Jackie. Wondered where she went. When she’d come home at long last and embrace once more.

They must. The alternative was far too sad to consider.

With a grunt, Jackie wiggled on the spot, making veiny muscles flex around her. The black-haired woman’s shoulders shifted from left-and-right; at the same time, her hands scraped across the spongy walls, digging grooves into the moist flesh. It wasn’t much, but little-by-little, Jackie moved forward.

Little-by-little, she crawled for freedom.

“Come… on,” thought Jackie. Her thoughts felt sluggish, like her brain was covered in muck. When was the last time she truly thought anything meaningful? Anything that wasn’t mind-boggling pleasure or soul-crushing sadness? Years, decades? Who could say? “I can… do… this! Move, body. Move!”

The further Jackie crawled, the faster she traveled. Her beat like a drum, ringing in her ears; the sound was certainly sweeter than the gross glork glork glunks of mucus-covered muscles. Life returned to Jackie's limbs; blood pounded in her veins. For the first time in forever, Jackie felt truly alive.

“Good, good…! I'm doing it! Keep... moving!”

Of course, Jackie’s prison wouldn’t give up without a fight. Once she cleared a full foot of the inky abyss, muscles clamped down around Jackie. Hard. Not enough to crush her; for the strangest reason, Jackie got the impression the prison would never want to hurt her. Instead, they held her fast like a leaden blanket; heavy and firm like steel, yet warm and gentle like summer’s kiss.

Jackie’s escape slowed down, but it wasn't thwarted. With a burst of strength she couldn't explain, the black-haired woman inched slowly forward.

“You can’t… keep me down… forever!” thought Jackie, her heart hammering like a thousand pickaxes upon rock-hard stone. Slick juices rolled across her face in beads and strands of mucus clung across the spongy walls like spider web. The scene felt surreal now that Jackie’s eyes were finally open. “Damn. Where… even am I?”

Sadly, there was no forthcoming answer. Jackie was alone, so terribly alone. Only wet squelches and the creak of tendons flexing filled her ears. And perhaps, ever-so-faintly, there was thump thump of a mighty heart, one that beat surely and steadily like a sun's fiery core, but it felt too far. Too distant to pay any mind. Jackie blotted it from her mind.

She had no time for distractions.

Little by little, the pressure abated. Faded away like a cool mist off a lake as the sun's heat baked a tranquil, verdant valley. The fleshy walls grew less tight, at times even parting like stage curtains at a theater, welcoming Jackie to march through. Hope rose in Jackie’s heart like a sparrow, soaring into the sky. It was a fragile thing, easily shattered, but it flew all the same.

with a grunt, Jackie managed to force her arms forward with wet ploinks. Their freedom made this trek even easier. Like a miner crawling out of a gloomy mineshaft after a deadly cave-in, Jackie crawled faster and faster.

The walls clenched one final time, fierce like an anaconda squeezing life out of its prey, but it was too little, too late. Jackie gasped harshly, then shoved past the fleshy walls. With a flash, light struck her face after eons of darkness.

At first, the light was harsh, stabbing Jackie’s emerald eyes like knives. After so many years, the concept of light felt alien. Wherever she was, the world was a din of colors that blurred together like a messy canvas. It took time to adjust, and in the meantime, she relished the cool air on her face.

“That feels… nice!” thought Jackie, who gasped like a fish trapped to dry land. Her lungs burned like fire as they greedily gulped fresh air; had her breathing been so weak for so long that she didn’t notice? With blessed oxygen in her lungs, Jackie found that her thoughts flowed easier in her brain. “That was… awful! How, where did I end up? Out! I’ve gotta get out!”

Jackie crawled again, more desperate than ever. Her fingers squeezed through the tight hole that framed her sun-starved face. Distantly, she realized her prison was a pale shade of pink, not unlike mother-of-pearl.

Something stood in her way. Something strong and elastic. It pressed against Jackie’s face like a length of steel cable; long and narrow, yet immensely powerful. Jackie squinted one eye as she shoved against it, trying to squeeze past.

“What is… this?”

Jackie’s own voice sounded strange in her ears. It was weak and strangled like she gargled gravel, yet husky and feminine like a lounge singer at a seedy bar. How long had she last spoken more than muffled moans? Who could say? Jackie’s throat felt rough like she chewed glass and sandpapered her tongue, but ye god. It felt incredible to hear her own voice.

Hope soared higher in Jackie's chest, even as she tried to squeeze past the rope. It stretched like latex rubber, grinding against her nose.

“Come on… fit! I can… do it?”

Jackie’s vision grew sharper. Her surroundings coalesced from a melody of chaotic colors into something that made sense. She was in a large, crystalline room. The walls were made of blue beryl and the floors shimmered like diamonds. An ornate dresser full of hairbrushes, eyeliner, and perfumes leaned against the wall and silky curtains hung off a doorway, which lead to a lavish patio. Outside, the night sky was a shade of velvety purple and twinkled with a million stars.

It was beautiful. It was gorgeous. Jackie could gaze at it forever. The Outside World was more resplendent than Jackie had words for. How could she forget such beauty? It felt like a crime to let darkness swallow her memories and empty her head. Why, after being trapped forever, even a swampy bog full of mosquitoes would look positively picturesque. Jackie’s heart wept with relief.

Her breathing heavy, Jackie glanced at the rubbery rope. What was it, really? What could possibly be so strong that it could— ?

Panties. It was a pair of panties. Long and lobster red, the fabric pressed against Jackie’s nose and smelled faintly of cinnamon. Below, it stretched against a shaven patch of pink skin and a lovely pink womanhood, moist with arousal. Above, it vanished behind a curtain of cloth. Was that a silky skirt?

Jackie couldn’t make heads or tails of it. What was this? What did it mean? Her delirious mind scrambled to put the puzzle pieces together. Wait. Was she trapped in someone’s…?

“Well well well! Isn’t this a lovely reunion~?”

A feminine voice called out, ringing in Jackie’s ears. The voice was sweet as sugar, warm as golden honey, and tinged with lurid passion like a sex goddess. This was the kinda voice poets and musicians dedicated their whole career to recreating. This voice could make angels weep and devils repent their ways. The voice also came from every direction, filling the whole world. It boomed inside Jackie’s skull, drowning out faint hum of the Outside World. Whatever thoughts Jackie had were snuffed out like a candle, smothered by this voice.

The womanly voice continued, fair as the wind, yet bold as stone.

“When was the last time since you caused a stir? Five, six weeks ago?” The heavenly voice chuckled lightly. “What a spirited kitten you are! I knew I made the right choice, picking you~”

Jackie’s eyes darted about. Her view was obscured by two walls of pink flesh, which felt spongy like clay, yet dense like granite. They rose high into the sky, towering over Jackie. It felt like she lay at the bottom of a vast canyon, its sheer cliffs yielding to the touch, yet nonetheless strong and impenetrable.

After much difficulty, however, Jackie saw it: a mirror lay across the room, part of the dresser. Its gaze covered much of the room, from the plush bed below to the bedroom door. It also exposed Jackie’s prison.

The black-haired woman’s jaw fell open. She dared not believe her eyes. It couldn’t be real, but… what else could it be?

Jackie was trapped inside the ass of a thicc, big-booty Pearl.

"What, where...?"

"I believe the better question is,
'who?'" The pink Pearl giggled like a cat that cornered a mouse. Across the bedroom, Jackie watched the Pearl's reflection sway her beautiful booty from side-to-side, making her thicc asscheeks clap lightly together. Jackie's whole world moved along with it, not to mention how the blubbery buttcheeks slapped her face. "I believe the answer, you'll find, is simple!"

With a manicured hand across her petite chest, which was covered by a golden badlah, the pink Pearl smirked playfully.

"You see, about eight months ago, I grew curious. My mistress, Her Whiteness Cerulea Sapphire, has visited Earth over the centuries, and every time, she... enjoyed the company of humans. Always, she spoke of how lovely your species is! How quaint your notions, how full of life you are! Personally, I thought she was blowing smoke. What race could be superior to Gems in any way?"

With another giggle, the pink Pearl rolled around until she kneeled against the plush bed. Shivers rippled down her spine as she clutched her right buttcheek, digging grooves into the plump flesh. The pressure around Jackie's face grew weaker, but further back, anal muscles firmly clenched her chest and legs. To her mounting horror, Jackie realized she couldn't move. Not. An. Inch.

"Still, if mankind impressed Mistress this much, there must be good reason! Cerulea Sapphire may be old, even by Gem standards, but her wit and charm remain sharp as ever! So, when Mistress' pale friend, No Common Peridot, paid a visit, I asked her: 'Miss, I've heard rumor that you own a human servant? One who is immune to a Gem's digestive acid, who cannot die? May I buy her, if only for a time? You won't regret it!'"

The pink Pearl shrugged her shoulders.

"Mistress pays quite handsomely, you see, and after three sparkly new warships joined the GAC's fleet, you and I were introduced! You've been on 'innard masseur' duty for the past six months, and I technically only own you for the next year, but..."

With a powerful swing of her hips, the pink Pearl clapped her asscheeks together like bongos. Jackie winced when those doughy cheeks smacked her face. Her fingers were crushed under the pressure and her grip grew weak. A lead weight formed in the black-haired woman's gut; when the anal walls clenched again, she was dragged an inch deeper back into the intestines.

"... I've grown fond of you, kitten! You're so brave, so bold! Never has anyone tried to escape my bowels this much! This is your fifth attempt!" Fresh giggles escaped the pink Pearl, high-pitched and girlish. The sound was sweeter than maple syrup, sublime like a chorus of angels, yet it carried a dark undercurrent. One that betrayed the pink Pearl's dark desires, the sensual lust that seeped into her very soul. If the fleshy prison wasn't so hot, a cold chill would climb up Jackie's spine. "Honestly? I don't care what NCP says! You'll be my adorable kitten, forever and ever!"

Fluttering her long eyelashes, the pink Pearl waggled a finger.

"But to honor your efforts, allow me to introduce myself! You deserve to know that much about your owner, kitten!" Clearing her throat, the pink Pearl smirked smugly. "Please, call me Sparkles! Otherwise known as Pearl Facet-3T7J Cut-1XO! I much rather prefer the former. And what's your name, kitten?"

"J-J... it's Jac—"

"Oh, I've got an idea!" Sparkles clapped her hands together, beaming like the sun. "Let's call you... Glitter! 'Cause every time you squirm inside my stomach, my gem glitters!"

The newly renamed Glitter raised an eyebrow.

"'Glitter?' That's not my name!" The black-haired woman wiggled from side-to-side, struggling to escape the dumptruck booty. The hefty hips jostled about; despite soul-straining exhaustion, she still had enough strength to move the pink Pearl. "Whatever you say, lady, I don't care! Let me out! I hated being NCP's stupid-ass maid, and I refuse being your 'innard masseur!' Gah, why is this my life?"

A husky giggle escaped Sparkles. The pink Pearl leaned down, hands and knees on the bed, then flexed her ass muscles. Once. Faster than lightning, Glitter found herself wrenched back inside the darkness of the bowels, dragged infinitely deeper than last time. It felt like she was plunged into the inky void of space itself, lost forever. Crushed. Squashed. And painfully alone.

Thicc asscheeks clapped together once Glitter's face vanished from sight, making the bedlah's skirt flutter like a flag in the breeze. A weak moan escaped Sparkle's lips, and briefly her blood-red eyes swiveled in the Gem's skull. Her stomach swelled like a balloon as Jackie was plunged into its gastric depths, its pink skin stretching like elastic.

"Mmm! Where do you think you're going, kitten?" Sparkles shivered as pleasure spot up-and-down her spine, from every fingertip to her toes, and straight to the gem upon her forehead. The pink stone sparkled brilliantly, illuminating the bedroom. "I'm sorry, but that exit is closed... forever~"

A pleasure-laden escaped the pink Pearl as she kneeled upright. Lovingly, she stroked her gargantuan gut, where a clear outline of Jackie formed beneath the velvety-smooth skin. The black-haired woman was forced to curl into a tight ball, her head pressed against the knees.

"You may hate this now, kitten, but believe me! You'll grow to cherish your new life as my pet! I'll be a kind and loving master, much like how Mistress Cerulea was! Besides, there's no use in struggling and trying to escape your fate~"

Slowly, Sparkles peppered kisses across the corpulent gut.

"That said, you're welcome to try! Would you believe we've had this same conversation before? Aaah, how easily humans forget! They really are a hopeless race. All they're really good for..."

Sparkles winced when Glitter squirmed inside her stomach, scraping against the fleshy walls. It eased tension from muscles Sparkles could never hope to reach and made the pink Pearl shiver sensually like nothing else.

"... is making Gems... feel good! Gaah! Please continue, kitten! Goodness, humans never know when to give up! That's what I love about your kind the most~<3"

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Art by the spectacularly psychedelic  sunnyhero
Sparkles and Jackie belong to my good friend,  z3d

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