The Second Eternity War, also known variously as EWII, the Soul War, the Original Sinning, the Mortal Ruin, and “the reason we can’t have nice things” is the longest running conflict in the entire multiverse. No others come close. Heaven and the Hells have been fighting on millions of different worlds for billions of years, and at the cost of trillions of lives. Today, any meeting between any citizens of the two factions, no matter how small or how friendly, is automatically historically classed as a battle.

And this is the real tragedy, because there’s no real reason why angels can’t get along with demons. That, anyway, was what Kaoru told himself when he received, in the mail, an invitation to a dinner party to celebrate the new year, held by Princess Rosakarina Velvena, Scion of Gluttony and Daughter of the Hells.

It was odd for several reasons. First of all, he had never met her. The birth of Princess Rosakarina, and her older brother, Prince Orion, had caused quite a stir in the Immortal gossip pages when it occurred. Monarchs of the Hells never, ever, ever sired children. Why would they? They did not age or grow old, they did not need replacements.At best, children were a liability, at worst they were a challenge to their parent’s power. And yet Queen Melavascia Velvena, Third Matriarch of Gluttony, had given birth to not just one, but two spawnlings. The first Prince and Princess of Hell for several millennia.

And now one of them was inviting him to her New Year party.

The second reason why it was odd was because as far as Kaoru knew, Rosakarina had never met him either. He was currently lying low in an unremarkable mortal world, pretending to be just another human in world of eight billion of them. He’d cut all ties, powered down his magic, folded his wings away into nonexistence. He was being normal. He was taking time off from the exhausting Overworld and all it’s denizens.

And yet, one of them was inviting him to her New Year party.

He had looked at the letter again, feeling the flutter in his belly. She was a demon. He was an angel. They were at war. Gods, she was a demon Princess, and so she was essentially an official representative of the Hells. They were at war.

And despite that, she was inviting him to her New Year party.

He drummed his slender fingers on the wide curve of his celestial hips, considering. Maybe this Rosakarina was like him, he thought. Maybe she too was sick of the endless fighting and backstabbing and hatred of the War. Maybe she had some influence with her mother, and this might herald a change in policy between Heaven and the Hells. Maybe by going, he could make the world different in a small, insignificant way.

Kaoru was, in his heart, a natural optimist, and too curious for his own good. And so on the date, he selected his best tuxedo, combed his perfect silky locks into something a bit less mop-like, and headed to the location on the invitation.

Two streets before he arrived there, she picked him up. Literally.

The angel felt a faint heat wash over his body from head to toe, and before he could even see the faint magenta tinge to the air, he was pulled upwards, blurring, dazingly, terrifyingly fast. He squealed, spluttering in alarm as the floors of nearby skyscrapers sped past, up, up, up, no, no, no! The ground vanished, the world was wrenched away, the wind rumpled his hair, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to stop until he reached the stars themselves, and then-

Kaoru stopped, so suddenly that he saw new stars from the loss of momentum. He was hanging in the air, forty three stories above the ground. The wind whistled, and birds called from far away. He was quite helpless, drifting in the grip of a haze of telekinetic power which seemed to be caressing him as her hovered, nudging him tenderly towards something behind him. With a nervous grunt of effort, Kaoru twisted his spine, looking around at where he was headed.

“I’m very glad you came, sweetheart.”

She was sat on a balcony, waiting for him, her eyes flickering softly with magical light and one immense hoof on the railing. Or perhaps sat was the wrong word, in the same way that a mountain didn’t simply “sit” on the horizon. Princess Rosakarina was the first demonic royalty Kaoru had ever seen, and she lived up to it. She towered over him even from twenty feet away, a monolithic monster of thick, soft, cream white flesh patched with rich jet-black. Tresses of dark hair cascaded down from her head, parted around two dark, elegantly curved horns, and below them she looked at him between heavy lashes, and smiled.

“Please, Kaoru... step into my parlour.”

Kaoru stared. Inside, part of him screamed and the rest melted. She seemed to bend the world, the sheer weight of her demonic power pulsing through the air itself. His feathers writhed under his skin, shying away from the power of her. Rose smiled, as if she knew. She extended her hoof lazily, offering it to him, and the angel took a deep breath and kissed it, pressing his inhumanly perfect and soft lips to the smooth surface. She tasted of heat and midnight whispers, and she burned him like molten gold. The single outstretched leg, powerful and plump, outweighed his whole body three times over.

“Said the spider to the fly, huh?” he said, weakly, trying to keep the trembling whimper out of his voice and nearly managing it. “It’s amazing to meet you, your… highness?”

“No, no, no, no, no.” The hoof squashed into him again, stifling his voice effortlessly. “It’s just Rose.”

“Rose.” He tested it, smiling despite himself at how it suited her. “Well, um… happy New Year. Rose. I don’t… I don’t suppose you… might… put me down?”

The colossal cow cocked her head on one side, smiling at him. “No,” she said, eventually. “Come on in, why don’t you. Join the others.”

Kaoru’s blood went very, very cold, and his eyes became very very wide. His smile vanished. “O-others?”

The cow stood up.

It was an exercise in power and gluttony. Muscles bigger than Kaoru’s head rippled and flexed, moving around each other in a seamless dance of power, and all of it set off waves through the sheer ocean of thick, potently plump pudge which sheathed every inch of Rose’s form. She stood, hooves splayed several feet apart with the sheer girth of the body which hung between them, and even from this angle Kaoru could see a hint of the roundness of her hips and… something else, hanging between and behind, something which even from here looked so pink and heavy and soft that he was certain it would give him nosebleeds just to look at it.

She turned to go, pulling him lazily with her. “Of course others. Do you think I’d have a party and just invite one person? No, no, no. Come on.” Now Kaoru could see what had been hidden before, and the soft bulging weight of it made his smart suit trousers creak beneath the stress. There was no angular hardness to the cow’s hips, no sense that she had to conform to the restrictions of her mortal heritage - or to anything at all. She was soft and rounded, with voluptuous hinds swelling out from her like a sculptor’s flourish. A perfectly rounded fat ass, on the scale of an obese cow almost seven foot at the shoulder. It was monstrously unfair. And that was before he even thought of what hung below, swollen and swinging, almost dragging on the floor, an ocean of thick and monstrous cream contained within a pulsing, sloshing churner of an udder. Just like the rest of her, it was mathematically perfect in its curve, its heft, the fatness and pertness of each and every teat. To compare this terrible, obscene beauty to a normal cow was to compare a sleek shining motorbike to a rusty tricycle, and every step she took twanged deep in his belly and the sordid heat blossoming between his legs.

The bovine princess flicked her long, sinuous tail, and gave the slightest of teasing shimmies, making all of her jiggle with impossible softness and heft. “I’m sure you’ll get along with them.”

The door opened, like the gates to the gallows. And behind it was... a party.

No, really. An actual party.

Nine other people were scattered throughout the wide room, lounging on sleek sofas, chatting with each other. There was no restriction on species or mortality. A dark-skinned human chinked glasses with a Sorcery, who looked like a hollow glass statue filled with shimmering flame. An anthro dog with a pretty grey pelt was flirting with a snake-tailed Inertial of the Nature temples perhaps three times her size. Most of them glanced around as the new arrival and the host entered, and to his astonishment, Kaoru saw nothing in their eyes but warmth, interest, and a fair bit of drunken desire. No-one was silently pleading for help. No-one was masquerading as a guest. No-one was doing anything out of the ordinary at all.

Rose nuzzled along his back, her hot breath feeling like it scalded his bones with anti-angelic wrongness. And yet with her, even that seemed a little pleasurable. “Would you like me to fix you a drink?”

Kaoru looked at her, then he looked inwards at his own quivering nerves, and the way his trousers were starting to stain here and there every time he looked at that godsawful thickness. “I think,” he said weakly, “that would be wonderful.”

And it was. She had everything. Anointings from the seedier parts of Heaven, Iorvhisken from the heights of the Hells, Nebulistic Cider from the orchards of a Solara. At his half-joking, incredulous request, Rose calmly picked out a small crystal bottle bearing the sigil of the Seekers themselves, an ancient group of Inertials who each had dedicated themselves to mastering a single facet of the universe completely. The resulting potion, which they shared right there in the bar, was the result of billions of years of work from one such Seeker, who had spent them studying nothing and nothing else but the creation of alcohol. By the Absent Creator, it tasted like it.

By the time a the hands on the long white clock in the hall were pointing at three minutes to midnight, everything was gone from Kaoru’s head but warmth, goodwill, and a vague sense of lust for the Princess of Hell. And from the way he caught her glancing at him in between their minglings, she felt the same way. The other guests, he was a little relieved to learn, were all as baffled by their invitation as he was. None had ever met her before, and several had not even known that this world of demons and magics even existed. They were all young, all pretty, all with remarkable talents and fascinating personalities. For the first time, the wary, tense, animalistically angelic part of Kaoru dared to think that maybe, just maybe, it was just a really, really good party.

They gathered on the balcony, as the seconds ticked away, clustered around Rose’s frame like clouds around the base of her mountain and looking out at the stars. Rose murmured something to the snake-formed nature spirit, who flexed her hands in the air a moment, drawing away the wisps of pollution and cloud hanging above the skyscrapers. The sky twinkled, bright as if it had been scrubbed clean. Kaoru grinned, scratching at his shoulder blades. Maybe after this he’d let his wings out, just for a bit. That was a sky to fly in.

The demon cow caught his eyes, winking. “I’d like to see them,” she purred. The angel smiled back.

“Maybe next year, huh?"

Her reply was cut off as the countdown began. “Ten,” someone cried-

And there was a shift in the air, a sensation of the world turning to glass and then back to normal.

“Nine-”

It was like the world had skipped a beat, as if the past and the future had been glued together slightly wrongly.

“Eight-”

Again. Kaoru blinked, giving his head a little shake, trying to clear the sudden fuzziness.

“Seven-”
There was something off about the chant, but he couldn’t place it.

“Six-”

Again, and suddenly he felt a strange ache in his right arm. He glanced at it, and at the dog who had been standing next to-

“Five-”

No, she wasn’t there. But he’d seen grey fur out of the corner of his eye, not a second ago. What was-

“Four-”

He slapped his cheek, blinking hard. His thoughts felt sluggish, staggering over each other by the constant pounding of oddness as the world spun and unspun itself. And there was-

“Three-”

-there was something wrong with the chanting. It wasn’t getting louder and more raucous as midnight loomed. It was getting quieter.

“Two-”

Rose. Something was wrong, he had to- he had to tell Rose before his whole head unravelled. He turned the other way, his eyes unfocused, seeming to be expecting more shapes then there were. But she was still there alright, the vast white-black mound of her sprawled in the centre of the balcony. He opened his mouth, trying to speak.

“One,” Rose said, and her voice was calm and clear, and the night was finally silent. The sudden shock was violent as a taut elastic band suddenly snapping back into place, worse than all the disjunctions before. Kaoru fell back against the rail, his hands on his knees, breathing hard.

“Steady,” the demon princess purred, her voice coming from somewhere ahead. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Give… me a minute…” he wheezed, the reassurance coming automatically, and he realised as he said it. A minute? He shouldn’t have a minute. It should be the New Year already. There should be cheering, and fireworks, and sound. Instead he had never felt the world so still.

He froze, mid breath, and Rose laughed softly. Kaoru feel the hot magenta sin of her gaze on his brow, teasing him to look up. Feeling the first tremble finally break through his mask to make his gorgeous frame quiver, he obeyed it.

It was worse than anything he could ever, ever have imagined.

The cow sprawled, the cow slumped, her body gone from mountain to bulbous supervolcano. She was sat down on all fours, her forelegs folded neatly under her almost like a cat, her hinds flat and sideways to let everything simply spill. And spill it did, oh, Stars, how it did. Her right thigh hung in the air, pushed almost four feet off the ground by the sheer appalling girth of what lay between. Her stomach, which had hung perhaps two feet off the ground before, would now drag on it so heavily that it would bulge out at the sides when she walked. It was an obese swell, a monstrous curve which distorted the black patches on her flesh, stretching them out beyond the limits of anything mortal. And it was moving.

Feeling his jaw drop lower and lower, he tracked the ripples and heaving mounds of those bulges. The pudge on her belly must have been a foot thick and more, but when she was this stuffed, even a mortal could pick out the forms. Kaoru’s exceptional eyes only helped him do it in horrifying detail. There was someone with a thick tail, perhaps that kangaroo who’d offered him a free meal at his restaurant, clawing and writhing deep within what must be her first stomach. No, wait. It was two someones, the second pressed so close to the first that they were almost interlocked, a bulging mass sagging over the ground, close enough for him almost to touch and yet entombed within the girth of bovine paunch.

That was only at the start, where the barrel of her powerful ribcage ended and the spill of belly began. He counted more, and more. A few in a deeper belly, somehow already so far in her that he couldn’t even tell whether they were two or three. Two in her womb, their squirming rhythmic and lusty, adding a faint pulsing squelch underneath the general groaning roar of the cow’s body gearing up for work. Did they care? Were they whimpering as they fucked inside her? Two stuffed up her ass, bulging her hips out, making that awful rump quiver and jiggle with every twitch they made. And…

...for a moment, he desperately hoped he had miscounted. But no. There was something to it, the way it hung between her immense thighs, the swollen bulbousness and the godawful creamy load of it, which made Rose’s udder more obscene than any mere pair of tits he had ever laid eyes on. It didn’t just need to be covered, it needed to be contained.

Instead, it was the container. The awful, monstrous, grotesque container. Without the layers of fat to shield it, Kaoru could see the imprinted hands with pinpoint clarity, count every fingertip. He could see how the thick ocean of cream slopped with every movement they made, how it swallowed them like quicksand, how it made the whole thing surge and sway like a living creature all on its own, alive with terrified life. And he could see, and hear, and smell, just how good it felt for her. Rose’s great eyes looked softly at him, half closed, her pupils swollen on their bounty of absolute pleasure. Her long tail arched sinuously behind her, moving not like a cow’s flyswatter but like a shifting snake. Every inch of her breathed absolute contentment in her gluttony.

She smiled, and her eyes focused, and Kaoru realised how wrong he was. She was nowhere close to content.

“I’m…” he licked his lips, trying to stop them from shaking. “I’m beginning to feel you brought me h-here for… less than upstanding r-reasons, Rose.”

“Really now?” The bovine princess giggled. “I don’t believe I ever lied to you. In fact, if you’d asked me if I was going to murder all of you tonight, I would have told you yes.” A thick, pink tongue lapped over her gorgeous lips. “But you would have stayed. Your hope wouldn’t be able to die that easily, and your desire would only have grown stronger.”

He flushed, hard, deep violet spreading across his snowy cheeks, and tried to stand in a way which hid his straining trousers. “That’s… that was the, um, the disorientation, was it? I didn’t- I didn’t want to believe it was you. I wanted so badly for you to be…”

“Good?” Rose savoured the word as if she was swallowing it rather than speaking it. Her belly gurgled. “I know. I watched you struggle in between courses. I admit, I didn’t expect you to be quite so adorably weak to it, but my, the way your head spun.” She giggled. “But I’m afraid it was all me. Call this my present to myself for the New Year. A way to send off 2017 in pure pleasure: one wonderful, beautiful, delicious, special little sweetheart every second, for the whole countdown.”

Kaoru said nothing. The lust dripped off her voice and slathered his ears in it.

“Now, I could have taken you all in ten seconds flat. Damned One, I could have done it in less than two. But like I said, you’re special, sweethearts.” She jiggled herself, letting her immense body jostle. “I know you’re all listening in there. You are special. I’d have worked for half a year just to get one of you. But instead, I brought all ten together, to end the new year with me. So naturally, I had to… make time for you.” Lazily, a hoof extended, partly from sheer delight and partly to point out at the city behind them. For a moment, Kaoru couldn’t see what was special about it. And then he realised why it was all so quiet.

The world was still. No fireworks were launched, no voices were cheering. Not even the lights of passing cars were moving. The two of them hung there above a frozen world.

“How much… how much did this take?” he whispered. Already two minutes had passed just for them to talk, and she hadn’t even moved yet. And she’d done it ten times over. She must have spent hours here, devouring them one by one, second by stretched-out second. “How much energy are you using?”

The cow shrugged lazily. “Call me a perfectionist. It’s not really a case of how much power this is taking, just who. Over the past six months I’ve eaten two dragons, half an angelic battalion, a small family of Reservoirs and… well, I won’t tell you how many others. But it’s all for this, to let me have enough to split a single second into as much time as I want, and then do it again, and again, and again. All for you.” She winked, lasciviously. “All just to have every part of every one of you.”

Kaoru flushed harder just as all his suppressed instincts came rocketing back, and the violet blush wavered for an instant before it fled before the whiteness of fear. He couldn’t believe this could even exist. Desire on this scale, determination of this magnitude… a fucking set of udders this cavernously bloated. She was like nothing he had ever seen. And she wanted him.

“You… you know it’s not going to be th-that easy, right?” he said, weakly, trying to affect bravado. “I’m the last… the last one. The power, the fat, stolen power you took from all those… all those people… it must be running out. And I’m inside the stream with you. And we’re on a balcony.”
The cow raised an eyebrow, and her smile widened. “Yes,” she said. “We are. And you’re an angel.”

For a moment, they gazed at each other. Her eyes betrayed nothing except the oceans of her pleasure. And then Rose… rose.

He was right. Her belly did scrape the floor. It dragged on it, slopping out between her legs and making a sound like a thousand waterfalls plugged up with marsh sludge. The groaning cascade seemed to go on forever, a thousand bloated, distended organs oozing over each other with their writhing, helpless cargo. The cow shuddered, panting partly from pleasure and partly from sheer effort, but she never, ever stopped looking at him.

“So, Kaoru,” she said, once the gurgles of her awful gut and all within it had finally trailed down to . “Are you going to leave me some feathers to belch up?”
Kaoru had to grip at the rail for a moment before he could reply, just because of that.

“H-how about we try n-next year?” he stammered, and then he took a deep breath and fell off it.

He plummeted like a stone, an ironic reversal of how he’d ascended up here, and for a moment he just let the wind and the air shock the terror out of him and turn to excitement. Kaoru was a flyboy to his roots, and no matter what happened, he was going to fly. He breathed deep, swivelled onto his front in the air, rolled his creamy shoulders, winced as he realised he was still wearing his tux - he’d liked that one - and then he spread his wings.

They exploded from his back in a rush of absolute freedom, acres upon acres of thick, perfect, downy-white feathers pouring into the air, an avalanche of angelic softness beneath which stretched flight muscles strong enough to bend steel. The cloth turned to rags in an instant before their power. They had never felt so good to release, and in a single easy downbeat, Kaoru had gone from falling towards the road below to hovering, a hundred feet above it.

He glanced upwards, checking his flight path before he began to rise again. Rose must still be on the balcony. Maybe he could taunt her as he soared p-

No.

Oh, Heavens and Hells, no.
Rose wasn’t waiting, and she wasn’t flying after him either. She was just… following.

Above him, four tonnes and nine people’s worth of gluttonous bovine princess dove towards him. Her forelegs were outstretched, herhooves pointed.Her bulging belly seemed almost to float in the air. Her eyes were still looking straight at his own.

The angel’s confidence in his air superiority evaporated. He gasped, an inhaled scream of panic, and tried to dodge aside. If he’d been actually moving he might have managed it, but he’d just spent his last wingbeat to stop himself, and now he was slow, and she was as fast as a thunderbolt.

They collided. Kaoru had a brief impression of impossible, perfect softness, pudge without end, enveloping him with greedy desire, and his gasp was driven straight out of his lungs. The touch of her flesh on his sizzled him, and all his wings could do was flap weakly at her, patting as they fell faster and faster and hit the ground.

THOOOOOOOM.

The shockwaves spread out in waves of magenta, bright enough to outshine the city skyline. Beneath Rose’s hooves the asphalt cracked and cratered. The backlash sent one car spinning into the air, propelled by pure energy. And Kaoru?

Kaoru was fine.

It wasn’t pleasant, not in the least. But he felt her, the tendrils of her magic wrapping around him and absorbing the energy of the impact before it could harm him. It hurt, it knocked every last scrap of breath from him, but he was whole. Judging from the weak wriggling he could feel against him from under layers and layers of fat, she had saved the rest of her toys as well.

The cow stepped back, leaving one heavy hoof on his back to stop him fluttering away again, and sat down, her belly swelling out between her forelegs. Kaoru could feel its awful heat on his feet. She flicked her head, pushing a strand of sin-black hair back from her glowing eyes, and smiled.

“Belching feathers it is, then.”

Kaoru groaned. “I’m not down there… yet…” It was already beginning to sound hollow, and the Princess didn’t even need to answer. Wearily, he tried to pull his legs back and scramble out from under her hoof. Rose watched, not shifting a millimetre. The angel was strong, but she was monstrous.

He slumped, his creamy skin tingling at the wrongness of her touch. “Was there… nnngh… was there really n-nothing else, though? I thought… I thought maybe you wanted to… to work with me. I thought maybe we could do something about the world, together. Did you only want… canapes?”

She gave him a squeeze, caressed the sensuous curve of his bare back with her eyes - he could feel the licentious lasciviousness of her gaze - and then lifted her hoof off. Kaoru flexed his wings - sore, but not broken, and looked behind him. For a moment, he just searched her beautiful bright eyes.

“I want you,” she purred. “Not as canapes. As feasts. I want you as people, Kaoru. I chose you, all of you, because you were wonderful people. I learned you, I discovered you. I know about Tabris, Kaoru. I know about the Seven Divinities, the shatterings, the lost siblings. I know what you’re running from, and what you’re fighting. I know you. And so I want to turn every last scrap and whimper and gorgeous plump angelic pound of you into fucking pudge and cream and a final belch.”

Kaoru stared at her, and the monster wiped away a trace of something someone had left behind on her lip, before they disappeared into it, daintily as if she’d used a napkin. For a moment, the world was totally silent.

“So,” Rose continued after a moment. “When I say you’re a feathery belch already, and you say you’re not down there yet, I hope you understand why your cute little protest means about as much as a single finger trying to hold on to my lips. Because you are. You are in the belly of the fucking beast, sweetheart, and there is nothing I will not do to own you. Because I don’t want anything from to the world, except to find the parts of it I want and then take every last delectable millimetre of them. Do you understand?”

Kaoru did.

He had never had a chance. Not against something this hungry for him. He took a deep, shuddering breath, tried to swallow his invaded anger, his horror, his sense of violation at having his secrets so utterly glutted on, and he nodded.

“W-well,” he said shakily, giving a small, weak smile and shifting his legs.“At the very least, I can make you work for it.”

Rose smirked. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

She held her smirk as the angel slowly inched his feet upwards, pulling them towards his body and mercifully away from hers. They rested for a moment, in the middle of a frozen world.

Kaoru moved first.

He sprang off the ground, feeling his plump thighs ripple with their hidden strength as they launched him up, and in a fraction of a second his wings were spread, wider than even the cow’s bloated belly. This time there was no wild hope from flying. Only terror. The angel tried to beat his wings, and in the same instant he felt the liquid furnace of Rose’s maw close around his feet.

He stopped so suddenly in the air that he almost fell out of it. His wings staggered, fluttered, and kept beating, pulling him into the air with enough strength to lift a car, and the cow sat there smugly, not budging an inch. Beyond the boundary of her lips was a world unimaginable, a cavern of flesh as smooth as silk and as soft as Kaoru’s own feathers, pulsing with awful, greedy life. Just by shutting her jaws, she ensconced every delicate angelic toe in a blanket of liquid, simmering heat, seeming to press between them in her greed to feel his shape. When he squirmed his feet, trying to pull them out, her maw rippled and shifted, a wet, squeezing slurp which kept the contact complete and didn’t give him even an inch. Her tongue wrapped around his ankles, not to hold them - her lips could do that effortlessly - but to taste them, and feel the shapely smoothness of them.

Desperately flapping, straining his flight muscles until they ached, the angel glanced over his shoulder at her eyes, blinking back tears of fear from his own. “C-come on, Rose, this - is this - you’ve got to be f-full at least, h-haven’t you? Nine people! Nine? You’ve got t-to be full.”

Rose looked at him. Her pupils had dilated to the size of of dollar coins, great black voids which had almost consumed her irises themselves with their lustful hunger. Her reply was a quiet purr, which built up and up into a growl, into a snarl, into a muffled bellowing roar which poured from her as she slurped his calves and knees inside in one gluttonous suckling chewing glrrsch.

She had discovered his taste.

The taste of Kaoru’s flesh on its own was delicious. He was horribly aware of that even at the best of times. But it wasn’t enough for his body, which displayed his emotional changes through a psychic aura of pure sensation, rich flavour soaking into every cell of his creamily curved skin and every hair of his silken mop. It was not a design flaw: it had been, a long time ago, what he was actually for, to eat and to be eaten in turn, and in doing so make something greater than the sum of his parts. These days, he kept it very secret, and never let it be known until someone forced it out of him.

Well, Rose was forcing it out alright. She growled, and grinned tossing her head against the constant upwards tug of Kaoru’s wings like a dog playing tug-of-war. Her teeth - monstrously sharp for a cow - grazed over his calves, but mercifully didn’t break the skin. The angel groaned as the boiling softness enveloped his legs.

“No,” he squealed, reduced already to girlish squeals and wails by the sheer lust of her. “No, no, no, no, Rose, come on, please, RoseeeeeaaaAAAAAAGHHH!” There was another slurp, a single, lazy flex, and with it his entire body was wrenched back, everything he could do to stop it just ignored. His thighs were getting to her lips now, thick enough that she could no long simply seal around them, and he felt the hot wave of her breath between his legs, soaking into his skin, prickling at his own pulsing organs. He was getting off on this, of course, because the brain between his legs had never cared what the one in his head thought. He’d always known he might end up devoured like this. He couldn’t have imagined that someone would enjoy it on such a greedy, gluttonous, insatiably monstrous scale.

But she did.

“Oh, sweet little slutcheeks sweetheart,” Rose lowed, broadcasting her thoughts straight to his, each word loaded with such a pulse of sexually charged ecstasy that Kaoru’s trousers twitched in time to their syllables. “You haven’t the slightest idea just how monstrous I am.”

“Let me show you.”

Her jaws began to ripple around him, pulling him in inch by inch like… like… like a cow chewing their cud. The sensation was unbearable, a roiling mass of flesh and fluid which squelched stickily over Kaoru’s legs feet, massaging the muscles, pummeling them into submission until he could barely move them, let alone kick them. And as she mulched him, squeezing and squashing and slurping, making the most ungodly sound he had ever heard, she stripped him.

It began as a new heat at his ankles, barely noticeable amongst the cow’s simmering insides. But as it climbed, Kaoru began to notice it, and how it left nothing but sensuality in its wake. For a moment, he couldn’t tell what she was doing, and that frightened him until he squealed, making his fat ass bounce in front of the cows nose as he writhed and squirmed to escape it. And then it reached his thighs, and he could glance down past his fluttering wings and see the deep magenta fire flickering silently over the slender black trousers. She was burning them off him, unwrapping him without even letting him go. He was sliding into her without anything to protect him from the new hell of her guts.

“Oh, Rosaaaaaaaaa, no, no, no, noooooOOOOO!!” His words turned to wails and his pale skin turned to violet, as, with a flourish of flame, the last of his trousers vanished and everything within was released.

The sound was a squelch, so rich and so thick that it merged seemlessly with the groaning gurgles of Rose’s own bloated paunch. Kaoru’s assets exploded from the prison of his pants with almost as much force as his wings had blown forth from his back. His rear swelled out into two perfect spheres, plump and utterly pudgestuffed, wide enough to smother anyone who wasn’t a titanic demon cow. Even his thighs widened and bulged out in her maw, squeezing against her lips, now that they were free. And in front… Kaoru blushed deeper and deeper with every second as he felt his shifting, squirming, flapping body bounce his newly-freed balls against the cow’s chin. Swollen, churning orbs, sagging and slopping against her with the heft of their creamy contents, bigger than any mortal creature’s could ever be - for Immortals, sex was less about procreation and more just pure lewd unrestrained fun. His heavy monolithic shaft, fat as a snake and long as his thigh, danced from ball to ball, delighting in the sensations of hot bovine air on its skin and freedom to dribble its lusty load everywhere it could.

”Like I said, sweetheart. I want a feast. And oh, Damned One… you’re giving it to me, you little fatassed slut.” Rose purred as she drove the words into his head, her breath washing over her angel’s newly bare, sticky skin. His emotions writhed in every taste of her tongue, every slopping squeeze of her maw. She hadn’t even swallowed yet, for her maw was so vast that his feet hadn’t even reached the back of it, and yet she was slurping him along, moving him with simple suckling and rippling of her soft maw. Her tongue pushed over his thighs and unrolled beneath the heavy mass of his balls, cupping them, engulfing them, overwhelming even their bubbling heat with her own demonic furnace. It felt so good and so bad, so boilingly burningly wrong and so gorgeously gluttonously right, that Kaoru’s flagging member splurted out half a pint of a crystal-clear precum just at the touch. His wings fluttered, losing their beat, and he moaned, a full, weak, lustful moan, as he collapsed and fell into her.

Instantly, her jaws opened like a trapdoor, guiding him deeper into it. His feet slammed into her throat and in the next instant were gulped six inches into it, giving her pudgy throat a jiggling, rippling bulge to sag it out. His treacherous balls were tossed over her lips, missing her deadly teeth by a solid foot (no need to harm him before he reached her guts, after all) and landed in the pillowy soft embrace of her tongue. His ass almost plugged up her mouth as it spread out against its roof. In that instant, he was lost. Her throat had hold of him.

The angel twitched his wings, miserably trying to fold them back inside their dimensional pockets. They fluttered and twitched, writhing angrily against this confining space, but they wouldn’t bend properly, because Rose’s maw got in the way. As she swallowed again, thick and heavy, pulling his knees inside, they were crammed together, pushed up against him. Kaoru wailed, his gasps and groans taking on a pained edge. “Nnngh! Rose! They’re, they’re sensitive, stop! Ow, ow! At l-least let me… oh, Divinities, Stars, no, no, n-no! Please, you-”

“Please me?” she moaned, starting to rock her own body, grinding herself against the fat bloated mass of her own body. In a sick tandem her tongue found his oversized prick, dwarfing it, and began to slip and slurp over it, teasing out nerve centres and pleasure spots with tender, gluttonous delight. “I will, sweetheart. I will please me. I’ll break a new record with you. I heard of someone who climaxed to the squirms of those in her guts fifteen times before they died. I bet you we can do better, huh?”

The image burned him to his soul, and with a howl of anguish, Kaoru thrust forward against the ministrating tongue. How could it be so hot, so awful, so ruinous, so hellishly hot to hear her and feel her do this to him? Fifteen? More? She was mad, she was a goddess. And he? He was only hers.

He thrust, and wailed needily as she gulped again, pulling the base of his round ass up against her throat and sealing it completely. The tip of her tongue was pulled away from his throbbing member, and the angel moaned at its absence Desperate for release, he began to thrust against the back of her tongue, the slick, soft, smooth surface feeling almost like a balm to his glorious shaft. For a moment, he didn’t even squirm, it felt so good to give in. He just fucked her as she fucked his whole life, groaning, gasping, gripping at her teeth to steady himself as he pistoned his wide hips against the squelching furnace of her mouth.

”Your climaxes don’t count, darling. But I appreciate how much you’re enjoying it.” Rose’s rocking stepped up, her breath coming faster, her throat getting impossibly more heated with her exertion. The angel’s wings were flexed now, cramped against the sides of her jaws, and he cried out in need and anger and fear. But he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“You… you’re… I… gods, I thought y-you’d be like a… unngff… like a demon, but you… oh, Stars, Rose, there is nothing like you. You, y-you...nggf, yes, ngggf… you… you fat, nngh, evil, gluttonous, monstrous… nnnggff, insane sociopathic BITCH!”

He climaxed so hard that a gush of it almost left her mouth. The fountain of thick, cream-rich seed splurted over the cow’s mouth thick enough to plaster it. Kaoru gripped her teeth until he thought he might be leaving fingerprints on the enamel and humped in slow, heaving waves as he drained his bloated balls dry on her tongue. He thrust as it spewed it, thick, torrential globs which slathered him and her alike, and when he was spent, he was almost swimming in a sea of his own pleasure.

The angel slumped, shattered by his climax. His wings fell limp, like a dying butterfly, twitching and beating against the walls. When Rose swallowed half a gallon of his creamy spunk along with his hips and those drained, clenching orbs - his wide, plump ass didn’t even hinder her, her throat spreading around it with the tender ease of something which could gulp at dragons - he could barely manage to whine. He lost his grip on the teeth. Now he was hanging, helpless in her maw, panting and moaning with the afterglow.
Rose hadn’t even broken stride with her humping. She continued the steady rocking as she let the angel catch his breath, her body pulsing around his. He now hung mostly inside her, his belly cresting the wet, gulping sphincter of her throat, his legs and hefty thighs trailing helplessly within the bottomless abyss of her throat. He could point them straight and stretch out the toes, and not even feel the cow’s throat start to curve. It was as if she went on forever.

“So, the cow purred, her tongue lapping a few streaks of Kaoru’s cream from his face. “Is that all it takes, hmm? A bit of pleasure, and you’re spent. Dear, dear, angel cake. What happened to making me work for this, hmm?”
Kaoru slumped, shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He stared out at the frozen lights of the city. She’d done this, nine times over, and she still had space for him, and more than that, she was still tasting him like she was ravenous. Would she ever be full? Would he sate her? Would every single light in that city, and the sky above it, be enough to leave her full?

It wouldn’t.

“You’re… you’re right,” he mumbled, sniffling. “I did… I did say that. And I… I meant it.”

He’d give her a last memory of the year to remember.

The angel took a breath, marshalling the quavering remnants of his strength. He gulped down air, and whimpered as his wings were crushed a little further in. And then he leapt, pushing off her throat and shoving at her tongue and writhing his hips against her throat until he spread its elastic confines to their limit. He roared, a deep, inhuman noise, a cry of wild panic and terror so deep even the demon-cow could not see the bottom of it. He reached it, trying to grasp the stars themselves, pulling at her tongue, her teeth, anything, anything which would save him from her. He gave everything he had to her, not in pleasure, but in terror.

He gained one and a half inches. And then Rose swallowed him down eight.

Her jaws were starting to silhouette the world. Kaoru cried out, his legs bulging Rose’s gullet until they felt like they would break. He kicked, he writhed, he ground his fat nuts against her flesh, he squished his ass over her inner walls. He beat his wings, feeling the bones start to bend and squeeze. He let his delicate fingers chug over her tongue as she dragged him slowly backwards, inch by squelching, sordid inch.

”Nnnf. Give up yet?”

“NO! NO, NO, NO, PLEASE, C-C-COME ON, R-R-ROSE, YOU, Y-YOU - FUCKING GODS, YOU MANIACAL BITCH, YOU F-FAT FREAK, YOU S-SLUT-WHORING, GUT-WHORING M-MONSTER!”

”Oh, fuck yes. Curse… nnggh, curse dirty to me, you horny little ball of feathery belches and creamy… nnf... fat-to-be. Tell it all and let me stain myself with it. Tell it… nnnff… ALLL...”

Another gulp. He was barely keeping his face out of the kissing mass of her throat. He was close to the end. His neck arched just to stop him from falling under. Kaoru wailed, a pure, heartbroken note of sorrow beyond all he could imagine.

“NO!” he howled, his body burning its own soul up in its craving for energy to thrust into its squirms. Rose licked his gorgeous nose, one last time.

”Happy new year, sweetheart.

She swallowed him. Her throat rose like the tide, engulfing chin, then mouth, then that same nose, then his eyes. Kaoru was plunged into total, visceral darkness. His wings bent back on themselves, something important snapping in them.
For a second, his arms grasped at her, fingers slogging slowly over her tongue as they were clenched on and pulled backwards, and them the voluminous feathers and the long limbs alike were gulped out of sight, and Kaoru the angel was just another bulge, sinking down towards his place along the other nine.

Rose held him in her throat as long as she could, letting it tease him with slow, rippling crushes and flexes, but she had to surrender him to her belly in the end. The demonic cow sat back on her rump, feeling her cheeks squish deliciously beneath her multi-tonne weight with everyone else she’d taken over the past year. Her belly was enough to overwhelm her, and she collapsed gratefully, enjoying the ease of letting it all just sprawl over the ground.

Damned One, he’d been something special. They all had. Rose had chosen her party guests perfectly, each one sating a different lust in a different way. And yet each one had surprised and delighted her still. They were people, after all. Even now, as they whined and wriggled and stewed inside her, their voices echoing through her capacious innards, they were people.

Her people. Her little, lovely sweethearts.

With a weary groan of effort and pleasure, she summoned her powers one last time. It was a shame Kaoru didn’t get to see it, really. A wave of magenta light flowed out from the cow’s sagging form, covering the ground, and slowly, royally, she rose up off it. She drifted back up rather than flew, struggling at some points just to heft her own girth, but floor by floor she pulled herself back up to the balcony. The gravitational tug seemed to prompt half of her occupants into new bouts of crying and squirming, and she moaned aloud at it, glorifying in every single finger and face and hair that pressed into her hypersensitive walls. She’d already climaxed eleven times tonight (two of the guests had been so utterly fuckable that she’d done just that before she ate them) but she knew she’d need another one before she collapsed into sleep.

Rose didn’t so much step back onto the balcony as fall onto it, rolling over herself like a blob of pudge and cream and lost lives, with limbs and horns attached. She giggled drunkenly, falling onto one flank and letting her belly spill out all it wanted. She’d have to clean up tomorrow.
Tomorrow…

Tomorrow! With a final, moaning gasp of relief, the cow released her magic, and stopped holding the moments apart. Time resumed, and the world returned to life with a roar, a thousand chanting voices coming from the city below, a thousand fireworks bursting in the sky exploding it into incandescent beauty. She watched, alone, smugly feeling the cries of her prey, who would never even see light again.

“Happy new year, sweethearts,” she moaned, starting to thrust at her plump, exhausted, still-horny sex with her tail. “I hope it brings me... everything.”

This gorgeous work of art involves Princess Rosakarina Velvena, also known as Rose (or else) who belongs to me. The angel currently sliding ever deeper into her is a very dear friend of mine, and very delightful toy of hers:  Kaoru I hope he squirms when he sees everything she does to him. The art itself is by MaryQuize and I cannot thank her enough for being so helpful and willing to make our vision a reality. The story is by me, and if you enjoyed it, I have a few more to offer on my gallery. Delicious things abound.


I’m sorry it wasn’t done for new year, but I hope the bovine princess can make up for it. Darlings.

Contains:

Cow
Bovine
f/m
Human
angel
Multiple prey
Oral vore
Unbirth
Anal vore
Udder vore
Feral predator
Oral sex
Fatal vore
Unwilling
Taunting
Cruelty
Implied digestion

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