Hello there, little lives. Would you mind answering a question for me? Do you want this to be you?

I know what you're thinking. It could be, couldn't it? Would you like that place, enfolded in my coils, pressed against by every soft, hot, scaled inch that is ME? Would you like to feel the gently rippling, muffledly moaning mass pressing between your legs? Would you like my voice in your ear, punctuated by the many wet, slurping, tender licks I simply can't resist giving anyone I get close to?

Or maybe you'd prefer to take the other role in our threesome. The one who gets to sink, and simmer, and slowly, exquisitely become nothing but more sparkling coils. Making me longer, thicker, heavier... more. Wouldn't you?

If the answer to any of these delicious questions is no, perhaps we can meet, and I'll see if I can... mmm... convince you. If the answer is yes, then thank you. I'm still learning about this universe, and you're helping to support a very important theory I've been developing.

Namely, that you are all just as sweet, just as adorable, and just as breakable as my whole world was. And I am delighted.

My name is Sikhule, pronounced Sih-COO-leh. I'm not from here. I come from another universe, which wasn't too different from this one, really. It had people, stars, planets, all of those delightful things. And of course it had gods, playing the long game on and on forever. Trying to manipulate and manouvre their worshippers and each other for more territory, more power, more devotees. More, more, more. The biggest distinction between your world and mine, as far as I can tell, is that in my world, I won.

There are quite literally entire libraries devoted to how that happened. I was a small goddess, not really important, and bit by bit, scheme by plot by double-cross by swallow, I grew. It took a very, very, very long time. It's not really important. All that matters is that I finally uncoiled across the stars, luxuriant, resplendent, and utterly unchallenged, for uncountable aeons. I didn't devour all life, though I certainly enjoyed myself, and even came close to it once or twice. Mostly I just enjoyed sheer omnipresence, seeding worship, toying with lives, remaking stars. I rested on my laurels, or perhaps on the power-swollen masses of my own coils, and savoured my triumph over everything.

Except that I slowly began to realise... it wasn't everything at all. My priests, on the many temple suns and shrine-galaxies, began to theorise that there were other worlds beyond mine. Other universes, as large as this one. At first I was curious, but over time, I began to believe it too. I could feel them, I thought. Faint whispers on my immeasurable form. Other worlds, jostling with mine, just a little bit out of reach. And the more of my own world that became me, the more certain I became.

And the more certain I became, the hungrier I felt. People who lived outside of my coils? Stars which shone on worlds which weren't ME? Lives which did not breathe my name with every shuddering moan? What an utter, utter tragedy.

So I pushed. I was far too vast to simply make a tear, and it would feel a bit... anticlimatic, really. To leave in such a small body? No, I simply pushed outwards in all directions at once, squeezing the very bonds of my reality from within. Again, it took such a long, long time. You don't open your universe without a bit of effort, after all. I pushed, and tensed, and strained, and then I rested, and pushed again. By the end, there was no longer a distinction between my universe and my self. We had merged on a cosmic level, becoming one and the same. Every sun, every soul, every space within the world, had become me. That's the sparkles you can see, incidentally. Each and every one of them is stars. My stars.

And maybe that was what it took, because then and only then could I open my world, and enter a new one. Yours.

And then of course I annihilated all resistance, smothered the very solar system in my coils, and became your absolute mistress in all things. Right?

Well... not precisely. As it turns out, there was one complication that I didn't manage to foresee. Namely that myself, and my entire universe, was actually about ten times smaller than the thickness of a human hair.

This was a little bit unexpected. My universe is apparently a microcosm, which meant that I appeared at about the size of a very small particle of dust. I'm not going to lie, it was rather distressing at first. The kind of thing to make you wonder about your place in the cosmos, about if you really are the omni-goddess you had made yourself into. About if you maybe don't need to be everything, and I'm just kidding of course I didn't. I gasped, and then I smiled, and then I licked my lips.

Time to do it all over again.

And this, Felpur (and Caudle, though I'm not sure how well he can hear us by now), is where you come in. The fact is that while I'm just as powerful as I was before, I'm affecting a much, much larger area, so my abilities are rather less significant. They're still enough to bring you to your knees a hundred times over and make you beg to be allowed to sink further, of course, but when you're aiming for the very top, that's simply not enough. So I find servants. Worshippers. People who I can pretend to be the pet of, and who I can make pets of. People who have spent their whole lives waiting for a being like me. I give them what they want. And I take everything that I want.

Which in the end, of course, is everything. It always is, and it always will be.

Now, little raccoon, little "master," won't you please tell me what you want? His squirms are getting so very weak. He's getting close to the end, you know. And from the way those hips are shifting, so are you. All you need to do is tell me. Do you want him back?

Or do you want more ME?

Thanks to  tacokurt , both for this stunning work of art depicting Sikhule in her golden, shimmering, star-studded self, and for providing his sweet fluffy blue body to give her something to drape across. Thanks also, according to his morally compromised "friend", to  Caudle for being the cute little batbulge so deep inside her, and for being so delicious. Hope you enjoy her glorious self.

Contains: snake serpent vore coiling squeezing constriction taunting F/M oral soft vore digestion fatal semi-willing domination

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