Rose, my demon princess cow, is actually only half demon on her mother’s side. This makes her half mortal. What does this mean? And what can Rose do to exploit the shit out of it? Happily, she has enlisted the help of Qaion, my soft little butterfly-fennec scribe. Qaion does not want to help. Qaion has told her so many times. But Rose is a sadistic psychotic gluttonous bitch, and she loves it when he does that. The full story is below.

This amazing work is by RevaDiehard of https://www.furaffinity.net/user/revadiehard , commissioned by the incredibly generous and gorgeous Stalbon of https://www.furaffinity.net/user/stalbon/ . And it is beyond belief. Like, holy shit. There is so much good stuff here. The size, the smile (it’s clear that the Velvena family are just naturals at the smug smirk) the softness, the bulging masses, the dribbles… god. I’ve looked at this for five hours now. Thank you so much both of you. You are fucking amazing.

I don’t know if I can do such unutterable beauty and lewdness justice, but I tried. This also marks the first time I have used a text to speech device to check my work before uploading. It was awful. Worse than that, I actually sort of enjoyed it. Worse than that, it was actually helpful. So I’ll try and do this in future.

The story is below. Do enjoy, sweethearts~

Contains: Cow, fox, fennec, butterfly, femboy, F/M, anal vore, udder vore, soul vore, soul entrapment, magic, weight gain, multiple prey, digestion, unwilling, cream, hyper, butt, belly

For The Sake Of More

Princess Rosakarina, more safely known as Rose, had spent the first seventeen years of her life at war with everything. At war with her mother, who calculated every single exercise in her relentless training regime to be just on the right side of lethal. At war with her environment, born as she was into the Hells, where all demons around her simultaneously feared her for her mother and laughed at her for her father. And above all, at war with herself, and the weaknesses of her half-mortal nature.

Rose's mother was Queen Melavascia Velvena, Third Matriarch of Gluttony and one of the Forty Nine Monarchs of the Hells. Her father was a nameless, unintelligent cow from a mortal world, who had been fucked and devoured in about half an hour during one of Melavascia's excursions. Mortals were called "shelled souls" by the Immortals, because their bodies were physical things which surrounded their souls, rather than extensions of their being. It made them less vulnerable to magic, but far more limited at using it themselves, as there was simply not enough room in their body to swell their soul out to full capacity. Rose's mortal half ensured that she had this limit as well, and it had infuriated her for years during her youth, constraining her and forbidding her from the lofty heights of power she craved.

But if there was one thing Queen Melavascia had trained her children to do, it was cheat.

The cow shuddered with lust, pleasure, and raw need, which only made it worse. Even the slightest motion sent the thick mass of her body wobbling and swaying, which felt even better and made her shake even more delightedly and greedily. She arched her spine with joy, thrusting her rump into the air and rolling her enormous hips back and forth in fat, heavy, blissful shimmies. Just because it was cheating didn't mean it wasn't a lot of effort.

Her paunch squelched and gurgled on the floor, her guts in such an overdrive that their bubbling glorps were audible even through the pudge. Her hips were a bloated mountain, enough to crush a car. Her ass was pure, absolute insanity, each cheek an obese, wobbling mound of thick, soft fat trying and just failing to smother the thick doughnut between. Her udder, too, was swollen to unbearable proportions, thick enough to drag behind her. She could feel the dribbling trail she left behind, as every motion forced out a few pints of cream so magically infused that it painted the ground below it in fractal patterns. She clenched her trembling teats shut for the twentieth time that hour, forcing her sagging, swaying form to settle down. It was unbearable. It was gorgeous. It was hers.

It had taken her three years to get this far. Three long, devastatingly pleasurable years. She had needed a balanced diet, so had aimed for variety. She'd started with a mortal city-state in a quiet, innocent world, exploding into their grand square during a festival, stuffing a dozen high priests up her ass before their horrified eyes, and then spending the next eight months glutting herself on the tens of thousands of men and women even as they tried to flee her. Refugees escaped to other cities, sailed across the seas to other lands, and some even managed to run to other worlds, but it didn't matter. Rose hunted them all down, and sent them writhing into her body. Every evening she had slept swollen and bloated with prey, surrounded by the chained forms of those she had enslaved, feeling their quivering little hands worshipping her pudgy body even as their friends and family squirmed and writhed inside her. Every morning she had woken to find herself fatter and hungrier. She had left that mortal world with every single inhabitant of the city jiggling on her hips and swaying between her legs, bodies padding her swelling body and souls churning in the lake of her magical reserves.

A good start. But not enough.

Next she had aimed higher, and gone after a nest of Sorceries. Sorceries were beings of pure change and chaos, and extremely dangerous foes. So Rose hadn't fought them. She had served them instead, orchestrating her own capture and enslavement just to get herself sold to them as a believable cover story. The sorceries were delighted with their new royal pet, and bound her powers with a collar - one which Rose herself had made and sold to them several months before under another name. This time, she had to be more careful, spending weeks staking out each member of the cult, weaving enchantments around them, seducing them, and earning their trust as a good, willing, intensely, intensely desirable slave. Sure enough, one by one the group fell to her charms. Some she trapped in fantasies of their own making, and let them help her stuff their brethren inside her gaping sex and drooling maw. Others she just trapped in their own rooms and toyed with for days before swallowing them, letting them squirm all the way. One particularly tricky one she had to cram half a mile deep inside her cunt to ensure she couldn't wriggle free before Rose could melt her away. By the time the nest of sorceries started to realise there was an assassin in their midst, it was too late. Rose left the nest five months after she'd entered, every single one of them swaying and squishing within her, her magic burgeoning enough that it pressed soft, tingling fingers against her pudgy flesh with every step.

And she kept going. A royal family of Reservoirs, powerful, handsome mortal centaurs who had spent generations cultivating the magic in their blood until they were nearly Immortal by nature. Rose ate them all, monarchs, princes and princesses, dukes, duchesses, barons, baronesses, earls, dames, hangers on and bastard children. A Purifier of the Heavens, a Forged Soul with the power to taste the soul of another being just by touching them, who appeared as a colossal white-feathered naga. Rose let herself be tasted and judged just to watch the shock in her honey-drop eyes before launching herself at her with jaws open. Mortals of all species, immortals of all essences, all fell before her gluttonous hunger. And in the end, they all looked the same: another few inches of obese jiggling paunch and thick gelid assfat on the Princess of the Hells.

But to her, they would always be so much more. In the years to come, scholars would calculate the cost in lives of her rampage, and underestimate drastically. No-one truly knew just how many had been crammed into that heavy, bulging body, save for Rose herself. But she would never, ever tell another soul. They were hers. They were all hers, and she remembered every name, every moment, every second of them.

And now she felt them too. She shuddered again, as the final course of one of the most decadent meals in Immortal history surged and churned within her. The elite council of an angelic warforce, ten divinely beautiful swordmaidens. They were legends in the heavens, known as the Sisterhood of Light for their skill in battle and their... ahem, close relationships with each other. But to Rose, all that skill and power was little more than a moderate tactical exercise. Lace their rations with magically-activated poisons, get inside their guard, disable their abilities, break their mental defences, and all you had left was ten curvaceous humans with tawny skin and golden hair. Rose had spent three days with them in their own private sanctum, the doors locked and the world hidden away outside, making use of every one of the toys that the Sisterhood used for their own pleasure... and the sisterhood themselves. She devoured them slowly, savouring each squirm and squelch, and giggling at the occasional lightning-crack of magical discharge. Each one had been properly slurped away, with Rose gulping down four, sitting on two to send them up her snatch together even as they pleasured each other from terror and lust, and crafting leashes to turn the last four into a squirming, pleading set of living anal beads, slurping them up with the greedy power of her bloated doughnut-pucker alone. They had spent days churning inside her, sliding through the glorping morass of her five stomachs, endless sex, and labyrinthine bowels, before slowly softening and sloshing away, adding another few inches to her massive round ass, bloating her udder with gallons of thick, shimmering cream, making her belly drag on the floor with every step. The smooth warm stone beneath her tickled her pudgy gut as she shuddered, a delicious feeling… but it was nothing compared to how she felt inside.

For the first time in her life, Rose was truly, utterly, absolutely full. According to her own calculations, she was hovering at about 99.9872% MSP, or magical saturation point. At 100%, every single atom in her body would collapse into a ten-dimensional point, killing her so fast she wouldn't even be able to enjoy how it felt. Every part of her screamed under the pressure of so much power being crammed inside, the sheer intensity of magical sensations turning every movement into a mad, agonisingly pleasurable experience. Rose had calculated her own tolerance exactly, spent the last three years working to get here, but she hadn't been prepared for how it felt. Shuddering, steaming, glowing faintly, and hugely, gorgeously fat, she turned to the only other occupant of the room.

"What do you think, sweetheart?"

Prince Qaion (Kye-on) Twentyseventhborn stared at her, breathing in tiny feeble gasps.

"...I t-think I'm going to pass out," he whimpered.

Rose grinned, her sharp, predatory teeth glistening. “Good.”

She watched him flinch at that, cowering away from the word as though it was physical force. Qaion was an Aonais, a delightful species not native to earth. He looked in some ways like a very feminine fennec, all fluffy tail, exquisite big ears and bright eyes (and a thick, girlish ass which made her mouth water and her cunt clench) but with the antennae and radiantly pretty wings of a butterfly. Currently both wings and antennae were quivering with terror as his eyes roamed over her sagging, swollen gut. She could feel the heat of his soft, horrified gaze, and made sure to show off the bulges and rolls of her new fat as another discharge of pure energy fizzled from her obese frame.

“I hope you wrote all that down, by the way.”

Qaion flinched again, looking up at her, then at his pen, which he had dropped ten minutes ago, and had not dared to pick up again. The cow chuckled, a wet, soft purr of aristocratic amusement. “Then you’d better remember it.” The darling little slut would. He was a Scribe of the Court of Predators, after all: enslaved to tell the stories of people like her. “If this kills me, I want a proper epitaph, you understand?”

“It… kill you?” Qaion gave a nervous chuckle. “That- it can’t do that. Can it? You can’t… die.” His voice made it clear just how ridiculous the idea seemed to be. He had spent so, so many nights with her, whimpering beneath her, begging for air, kissing and worshipping her body as it churned hundreds of lives away. He knew her better than anyone save her brother, and the more he had learned, the more terrified of her he had become. “R… right? You can’t.”


“I can, sweetheart.” She smiled, and curled her tail around, tickling the little fennec’s chin. He squeaked, flinching away. “Everyone can. Damned One, my kin even call themselves Immortals, but my belly still churns them away in their dozens, as you’ve just seen. No-one is unkillable, Qaion.” She felt her smile spreading wider. “Why? Would you miss me?”

The fennec blushed, even as he cowered away from her. It was the only answer she needed. Mortals were always full of clashing emotions, but Rose had never met someone quite as intensely conflicted as Qaion. His soft, gentle, innocent soul was so scared of her that she had given him minor heart attacks with just a few words on six separate occasions. She could make him cry with just a smile.

And yet he was fascinated by her, with a helpless obsession which straddled the border between worship, terror, lust, and love. And everything she took from him, everything she did to him, made it more intense.

“Anyway,” she said, and idly reached out with a forehoof to pull him closer. The Aonais squeaked in dismay, his wings beating frantically, squirming against her grip, even clawing at the stone below. It didn’t work, and the soft moan he made as she buried him in her fat paunch made her shiver. “You’ll just have to accept it. I might die from this. But I’m not planning on it. You see, the reason “shelled souls” like you and I have a limit on the magic they can contain is because their bodies are made of physical matter. Atoms, molecules, all the good stuff.”

The little butterfly fluttered ineffectively against her gurgling gut, pushing into it with both hands as he tried to gain some distance from the mass. Rose’s fat simply squished around his fingers, embracing him even more eagerly. She knew he could feel the magical tempest raging beneath his palms, the energy desperate to be free. And yet despite that, he was still listening to her with all his heart. “I… nnnfgh… please… okay, I see. And… hang on, what a-about Immortals? They’re not made of matter?”

“No. They’re pure magic, coalesced into physical form. An immortal’s body is its soul, basically one big thaum, one particle of pure magic. And that can just be squeezed in endlessly - magic can be infinitely dense - so they can get as powerful as they want. But a shelled soul… like I said, it collapses. The atoms and the thaums can’t coexist that closely at high density.”

The pretty green eyes looked at her, past the swollen bulges. “But you’re… not going to get that far?”

“Oh no, I am. I’m going to go for at least 15,000% saturation point. A hundred and fifty times as much as this.” She belched softly, tasting a pair of angelic panties on her tongue, and swallowed them down again. Her breath steamed and crackled like a tiny storm cloud.

“That… a hundred…” Qaion stared at her. “But you said… anything above one hundred percent will… will kill you..”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Rose grinned as he shuddered, the mere word causing a thick, sweet blossom of terror from him. “Tell you what, I’ll explain as we go. You’re here for three reasons. First, to write my epitaph if this does kill me.”

There was a pause. Qaion swallowed. “A… and… second? Third?”

“Don’t worry about it right now.” She winked devilishly, swaying her hips with a bubbling slosh from her udders. “Now then. Stand up, please.”

Qaion tried to, but his knees gave out. He strained, he heaved, and he simply could not stand up. He gave her a look of such hurt, desperate innocence that it melted her heart. And her loins. With a good-natured tut, Rose turned around, letting him grip onto her broad muzzle for support. The butterfly femboy clung to it desperately, staring into her deep, hungry eyes.

“...it… it’s g-going to be… bad, isn’t it,” he mumbled, a single tear dripping down his cheek. The obese cow licked his perfect little belly, leaving a hot trail of sticky drool.

“Sweetheart… it’s going to be the worst thing I’ve ever done to you.”

He gave a soft little moan of despair, gripping at her head, legs shaking. Rose winked, letting one magenta orb flash off and on again.

“Well, the worst thing so far.”

She lifted away, letting him wobble in place. The soft little hips swayed, the tail curled around his ankles, his ears flattened. But he stood. No matter what she’d do to him, eventually he’d always manage to stand again. His back even straightened a little.

So she sat on him.

It had to be quick, because the pleasure she’d get from swallowing him slowly would overwhelm her mental defences and let the roiling tides of magic destroy her. So she moved with all of her speed, making the air swirl around her as she spun faster than the little butterfly boy could see, turning around and bucking her ass high in the air, before sinking it back down with a telekinetic shove, her wobbling cheeks spreading, her cunt gaping, her fat, oozing pucker yawning wide. In the time it took Qaion to see it descending towards him, it had met his upturned muzzle, kissing it sloppily and then spreading over his ears, his neck, his whole body in one gulp. His shapely curves spread her wide, delivering a jackhammer shock of pleasure which nearly made her lose control anyway, but it was over quickly. His wings folded and were gulped up like scraps of pasta, his legs managed a single surprised kick before her ravenous rump gulped them up as well, and his paws could barely even twitch as the fat pucker chewed them over briefly, before slurping them up as well. His tail flicked and fluffed around, weakly twitching for escape, before a single greedy gulp sucked them in entirely.

Her bowels clung to him greedily, tingling with the sheer friction of him being crammed into them. Rose stood frozen for several seconds, breathing hard, fighting herself for control. Adorably, the little fennec was so stunned by this that he didn’t even squirm at first, which helped. Slowly, the princess cow relaxed. She wasn’t dead. The easy part was over.

Now for the fun part.

*

Prince Qaion Twentyseventhborn had never really been a proper prince. His royal family had exactly twenty-six roles, for exactly twenty-six young royals to fill. Each one of his older siblings had been born knowing what they were supposed to be: Queen, Grand Artist, Admiral, Architect Prime, and many more. Supposedly it was to ensure the royal family formed one complete whole, able to rule over every facet of society simultaneously.

And when he had been born, completely accidentally… there had been nothing left for him.

He had still been a royal, of course, and had been given the life of absolute luxury and opulence which was his birthright. His fur was luxuriantly soft from a lifetime of conditioners, his physique toned and tender from physiostimulation (although the rich nectar diet had left him with thick, plush hips more suited to a female a foot taller than his little form, which never went away no matter what he did), and his wings and tail were radiantly groomed. He had been educated by the finest teachers in the Aonais Empire. And yet the fact was that he had spent most of his life looking for a purpose, in a world which was very, very determined not to give him one.

Until one day, the purpose had found him instead. Getting swallowed by a fat cow’s gluttonous ass before he was even able to scream.

“N-no…” His shock gave way quickly. “N-no. No, no, no, no, NO NO NOAAARRRGH!” The walls squeezed in claustrophobically, and the little butterfly went slightly mad, writhing and clawing at the predator’s internal walls, bucking his soft body back and forth, pushing against her. The bovine around him growled, her walls clenching in slow, greedy swallows as she arched her spine and raised her fat ass to the sky, gravity and thick torrid sticky slime aiding his slide down into her. In a few seconds, Qaion was already deep enough that he knew he’d never be able to crawl back out. His muscles gave out from the heat, and he slumped, panting the sticky air, feeling her scent soak into him, whining as his sensitive wings were slurped over by the wobbling walls of her guts.

“Shhh, shhh,” Rose’s voice made everything vibrate slightly, and Qaion moaned, cowering in the pit of her intestines. Even here he was still trying to hide from her. “I’m genuinely sorry for that, sweetheart. I’d love to make sure you know what’s coming for you, but, mmm… you needed to go in fast. And besides, oh, the look on your face.” She moaned, the sound wet and hungry. “You were just so adorable.”

“P-please…” he managed. “Please, p-p-please, R-r...r-rose…” Saying her name was hard. “D-don’t… don’t do this… oh moons, oh flowering m-m-moons,”

“Hush, pretty little thing. You know you won’t stop me.”

Qaion trembled fitfully, unable to accept it. “P-please, please, no… w-why? What is this? Wh-what does this have to do with your… y-your plan?” Rose’s bowels were hot, soft, and devastating, hugging every inch of him close and squeezing the breath from his lungs with every peristaltic gulp. Crackles of magenta lightning wound around him, arcing through the depths and letting him see the gooey tunnels ahead, clenching in slow, greedy slurps. Steadily, they slithered him deeper, and deeper, forcing him to bend helplessly as they squeezed him through the tunnels. An idea occurred to him, and he clung to it desperately. “Th-this is part of it, r-r-right? And then you’ll… y-you’ll let m-me out?”

“Don’t squirm too much, you might just kill me with how gorgeous you feel. I told you I needed you for three things, sweetheart. This is two. And as for letting you out… mmmmn… only when you’re dead. And you’re going to be, soon. I think in about two and a half minutes, actually.”

”WHAT?”

She chuckled softly. Qaion clutched his head in his hands and howled into the squelching walls. He had no idea how deep he was now. Her paunch could have held miles of bowels even before she had spent three years stuffing herself.

“P-please,” he wriggled against her. “D-don’t do this, don’t do this, I don’t want this, R-rose, no, no...”

“Hush hush. You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy smelting you down.” The walls around him relaxed, leaving him sprawled out in a hot, tight tunnel in her guts. The darkness was total, save for the arcing sparks of magic. Qaion’s antennae sensed heat coming from everywhere. He hunched there, staring blindly up at where her eyes might be, tears dripping from his own. This was it. This was how he died.

“Sm-smelting… no… please, no… I want to… I want to live, please, I want to- to - please…”

“You’re never escaping me, little butterfly. You won’t take a single breath outside of my power, ever again. Here we go.”

“W-what? N-no, R-r, Rose, c-come on, p-please!” He kicked the walls and shuddered as they slurped around his paws, elastic but always settling back into place around him. “Please, d-don’t, d-don’t, I have s-so much I want to d-do, please!”

“I know.” Rose squeezed her fat gut against the ground, grinding him in close. “You ready to start, sweetheart?”

“NO!”

“Delicious. Here goes.” She clenched, and Qaion burned.

It didn’t hurt. In fact, quite the opposite. It was a rush of raw, heady pleasure which overwhelmed every cell in his body at once, and the little fennec writhed, arching his spine and grinding his plush hips into the wall around him as every part of him sang out. The shock faded slowly, but the sensation didn’t, and as he managed to open his watering eyes, he saw the gurgling bowels around him bright as day with a different colour. Blue magic, shimmering and glowing. His magic.

“W-what… what is-” he broke off as the cow clenched again, and another wave overwhelmed him, throbbing through his whole body. His hips bucked before he could stop them, and the feeling as his heavy sheath and fat sac - for all his sluttishness, Qaion’s endowments were enough to put most mortal races to shame - grinded against her guts was beyond belief. Rose laughed softly, and did it again. And again. And again.

“Remember I said I wanted to get to one hundred and fifty times the saturation point?”

Qaion groaned, his eyes lidded, his tongue lolling. He could feel how hot she was around him, a hundred times over. “I… oh moons… y-yes...?”

“I wasn’t talking about myself.” She was setting up a rhythm now, humping her own gut and the tiny soft little bulge he made in it, and every motion of those huge obese hips pumped more magic into him. Qaion gasped and writhed, squirming against her, humping, fully erect now, his hefty shaft smothered in the flesh around him with every motion. Rose moaned.

“I can feel you, you little whore. Is it good? This is what magic feels like when you start to pack it in cell by cell: pure pleasure. Funny little scientific mystery, that. This is what I feel like,all the fucking time.”

“Oh flowering f-fucking moons, p-plea-” He howled with ecstasy as she squeezed especially tight, and the raw power flooded his very heart. “J-just l-let me b-breathe a second, oh god-”

“No. You’ve taken less than four percent. We have a long way to go.” She kept it up, and sent him a quick mental image of how she looked from behind - fat ass wobbling with each thrust, udders squelching the floor into a mire, pucker and snatch dripping and clenching, thighs bunching, tail arched - and Qaion climaxed, moaning and shuddering. The cow laughed, and kept going, pumping ever more power into him. “Slut.”

“F-f-four percent?” Qaion stammered, trying not to moan as the afterglows rocked him in time with the pouring torrent of bliss flooding into his waifish little body. “Y-you, you c-can’t give me all of it! You s-s-said - oh, FUCK ME - nnngh - y-you said it w-was enough t-to nearly kill you! It’ll d-d-definitely kill m-me!”

“You’re right.” Rose giggled, and rippled around his shaft, milking it until it was at full mast again, tender but desperate to release once more. “It will. Now, reaching your saturation point will kill you, but what if you go beyond that? Do you know what happens when you cram a mortal body full of enough magic to kill them more than a hundred times over?”

Qaion could feel a limit approaching, a great wall of pure agonising pleasure looming over him. He was starting to lose sensation in his limbs, unable to feel anything but the pleasure. “I… oh n-no…”

“You’ll find out, slutterfly.” She squeezed again, and again, and again, and relaxed, leaving his squirming, moaning, pleading bulge to stretch out her guts as much as they could. Qaion’s sight was nothing but shimmering colours. He thrust desperately into her satin-soft walls, sobbing with the pleasure, begging for a release which came every second and never ended. The wall was close now. His saturation point. She was going to annihilate him, and it felt so, so, so good. Qaion gave in, fumbling blindly and wrapping both hands around his cock, the oozing slimes of the cow’s guts lubricating him blissfully as he stroked himself in a frenzy.

“Please,” he whimpered, furiously rubbing, gasping for hot breaths of air, more turned on than he had ever been. “Please, please please-”

“Please what?”

The words spilled from his mouth as his balls clenched, splurting a thick rope of cream over his chest. “D-d-do it! DO IT!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Last step.” Rose took a deep breath, and clenched. This time, she just didn’t stop. Her magic flooded into Qaion, kicking him past his saturation point instantly. In less than a tenth of a second, his body and soul alike collapsed under the weight. To the pleasurefennec, it was like a thousand years of endless, unrelenting ecstasy. He felt his entire self vaporised, becoming nothing but a receptacle for feeling, and then not even that.

But Rose didn’t stop. She crammed in more, and more, straining, panting, putting every tonne of her enormous girth onto her gut and pouring a tidal wave of energy into the collapsing soul inside her. Her eyes flashed like twin pink suns, and then dulled to their normal shimmering magenta, and then went out entirely, darkening to an earthy brown. Every ounce of the magic boiling and roiling inside her colossal guts had been crammed into the little butterfly, and for the first time in her whole life, she was truly, utterly mortal.

She lay there, straddling her gut, breathing heavily, and clenched her squelching bowels around what Qaion had become. Something soft and hot quivered within her, something infinitely small and infinitely perfect, which pressed out at its fleshy confines helplessly. A little point of absolute pleasure in her guts.


Rose stroked it lovingly with a hoof, careful not to jostle it lest it cut her open like an angel’s sword through butter, and then looked straight ahead, waiting. People who weren’t her might have started to doubt if they had succeeded at this point, but she simply stood, a faint smile playing on her lips, and waited.

It didn’t take long. A spark fizzled in the air, a little sun right before her eyes. It grew and shimmered, crackling angrily, splintering its way through the world itself into existence. Slowly, it filled out a familiar, curvy, winged form, trailing fat rump and fluffy tail and green eyes.

Qaion landed on his soft little paws still shaking with pleasure, cock still dripping, eyes glowing blue and still streaming tears. He stumbled forwards, and the fat cow’s muzzle caught him.

“R… R-rose?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Rose licked between his thighs, smirking as he gasped. “How was your trip?”

“What did you do?” he whimpered, clinging to her as his legs buckled. “W-what did you do to me?”

“What was it like, sweetheart?”

“I… I was inside you…”

“You still are. You always will be, now. What was it like?”

He trembled, sinking down to his knees, and Rose lowered her great head to stay level, very careful not to move her body at all. The hot little point inside her shimmered against her walls, slicing the barest edges of her flesh with infinite sharpness.

“I-it… it was… like falling. Like falling through oceans of light and dark.” He hugged her, shivering, his wings fluttering. “I tried to grab on, but there was nothing there. I tried to call to you, but I didn’t have a voice. Oh m-moons. Oh god. W-what, what did you do to me?”

“Hush, hush.” Rose stroked his ears tenderly. “I know. I’m honestly sorry. I don’t like hurting you in boring ways like that. I’ll make it up to you.”

“H… how? How? And what’s happened to your eyes?”


“By hurting you in interesting ways.” She shoved her nose forwards, knocking him to the floor, and pinned him down with a heavy hoof. For a moment, she just let him gasp and wriggle, admiring how brightly the magic burned behind his eyes. Right now, he could have killed her. Even with most of it drained away from what had just happened, Qaion still had enough magic left in him to destroy her several times over. Or he could escape, simply pull himself away, protect himself with impenetrable shields, teleport himself a hundred miles away. But he didn’t. He was so scared of her, and so enraptured by her, that he didn’t even dare to try.

“Oh, you’re adorable. But before I answer, can you do one thing for me?”

“I… I s-suppo-” He frowned. “W-wait. Wait, wait, wait, what are you going to do to meeeaARRRMMMPHHH!”

With lethal speed, she opened her mouth and wrapped it around his whole torso. Qaion screamed, his poor emotions wrenched straight back into panic, kicking and writhing, spreading his delectable flavour across her tongue, her hot, squishing maw squeezing him like a boiled sweet. She slurped the magic out of him slowly, gently, waves of hot saliva rendering it out of his flesh, letting it bleed through his skin and into her hungry gullet. Coming from his soul, it was a bright, beautiful blue, and Rose rolled her eyes back in her head with pure pleasure, moaning around the crying, writhing foxy form in her maw. She suckled every last drop of magic out of him. It was nowhere near as much as she had given him before, for most had been used in the creation of what she had made, but it was still enough to fill her up. Her body tingled and quivered, fat guts wobbling, udder clenching, and her eyes shimmered and lit up again with their familiar shade of bright magenta. She suvkled on him for almost two hours, until his taste had marinated to a blissful spicy sweetness, his squirms had become little more than twitches, his pleas had softened to feeble groans, and every last drop of what she had given him was hers again.

Finally, the sharp little point of pleasure inside her guts, the Gate, was cradled in her magic. She could move it when she moved now. She could keep it inside her no matter where she went. It was hers, forever.

But of course, it was only half. Rose wasn’t finished yet.

*

Every second in Rose’s company since he had met her, Qaion had been at least thirty percent certain he was about to be eaten. Even when she was sleeping, pinning him under her sagging gut and pressing screaming squelching bulges against his face, he was always ready for a sudden shift to sweep him into her maw. Even in conversation, he couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like for her to just swivel around and plop that fat pucker or drooling sex on his head. Which was exactly what had happened last time, and now this time.

And so as the minutes lengthened, and she drained her magic out of him drop by drop - it even felt good when it left, caressing his skin on the way out like tendrils of sweet fire - he was still begging and crying, certain that he was only seconds away from being slurped the rest of the way in. The fact that he hadn’t been yet only meant it was still about to happen.

So he kept going, kissing her tongue, writhing his tender curves and heavy rump against her lips, pushing desperately at the squeezing flesh of her maw, until he could barely lift his head. Only then did the gluttonous bovine open her mouth again, letting the sticky form of her prey slop out onto the ground. Qaion whimpered at the bright lights, too exhausted to even try to crawl away from her.

“I thought… I thought you were going to…” he mumbled, tasting her on his tongue. The cow’s eyes were back to that bright, beautiful pink.

“I really got close to it when you wriggled like that,” she cooed. “Oh, Qaion, you sluttish sweetheart. I’m going to keep you forever, I really am.”

Qaion sniffled, and managed to summon the strength to slide himself back an inch, away from her. The cow simply stepped forwards, her fat gut squishing over his paws and squelching up in a soft pudgy tide to claim his hips, his still twitching shaft, his belly. She was so obese with the lives she’d taken that it sagged out to either side of her, even now she was standing, and it felt like all of it was smothering down on him. “But you’re due an explanation. Sitting comfortably?”

Qaion squeaked, pushing up at the heavy rolls of lives-made-fat. The sheer weight of her crushed all the breath from his lungs. Rose smirked.

“When you cram a mortal soul to saturation point, it collapses and breaks apart. But when you cram it beyond saturation point, about one hundred and fifty four times beyond, it collapses so hard it doesn’t even have time to break, and instead, it breaks the world.”

“I… I b-broke the world?” His words were weak and soft and whimpery, and he could tell it was delicious to hear.

“Yes, you did, darling. You punched a hole in it, a hole heading somewhere else entirely. This is the secret of interdimensional travel, Qaion. This is how you create Gates between worlds. A mortal soul filled completely with magic until it explodes hard enough to punch right through. Of course, most people use smaller mortal souls, animals and so on, but, mmm, I wanted to make this special. And besides, I couldn’t resist doing it to you. So congratulations, you darling little slut. You get to add another job title: gateway for all my pleasures.”

Qaion flinched, his wings fluttering. She’d make use of that title. “I made a Gate?”

“My Gate.”

“But… why am I… here? Where, where did you want it to go to?” He frowned. “H-hang on, it’s inside your guts? Why… why do you want a portal there? Your bowels are... enough, a-aren’t they? And besides…” he shuddered, remembering just how vast that bubbling paunch could get when she really stuffed it. “... you… you can stretch.”

“It’s not for people, don’t worry. It’s too small, and besides, I want them staying inside me, not somewhere else.” Rose squeezed him, making him whimper. “All Gates are infinitely small at first, though you can enlarge them later. But I don’t need to. The only thing that I’ll be stuffing into the one in my guts is excess magic.”

“And then… it… it comes out…”

“It doesn’t need to, not until I want it to. Inside a Gate is just infinite space. A tunnel in the middle of the unspace outside of reality. I could eat every person in the multiverse and digest their bodies, minds, and souls into magic, and still not fill it up. I’m still a shelled soul, I’m still limited in how much my physical body can take, but now… mmm. Now I have a vault inside me, an endless belly to cram with all the excess so that I never have to stop eating, a gut deeper than anything that will always be ready to replenish me. And it’s all thanks to you.” She licked his face, hot breath pouring over him like a waterfall formed of steaming air. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Qaion stared up at her, and the cow giggled, her fat flanks wobbling. “Any questions?”

“Um… well…”

“Aside from pleas for mercy?”

“...oh.” The fennec drooped. “Well… is that the third thing? Making me a gate?”

“No. That was the second.”

“Oh. So… it was taking your… magic back?”

“No no, that’s just… clean-up. There was still plenty of magic left in you, and I wanted it back.”

“So… three is… what? And also, um… if it’s a gate, it has a way in and a way out, right. So... why did you put the exit… here?” He waved a hand vaguely above his head. Rose fluttered her eyelashes.

“Where?”

“Well, where I came back out. The gate you… you made with me, going from your guts to… well, it was… up... there, somewhere?” Qaion probed the air with a shaky hand, trying to find it.

Rose laughed softly, and it was such a dreadful sound that the little Prince’s entire body froze just to hear it. “Oh, sweetheart. That’s not how they work. No, no, no. The gate isn’t something you made.”

And Qaion understood what the third thing was.

She stepped back, her gut sloshing at the motion, and began to turn. Qaion tried to scramble up, but the drool on his fur had pooled on the floor, and he slipped. The heat of her had sapped his strength, and by the time he had managed to stand fully, she was halfway around, moving with a smug, lazy gait which let her bloated paunch swing from side to side, stopped only as it dragged on the floor. All the oozing bowels and bubbling vats and thick layers of fat still swung freely, wobbling and bulging her out. Every single person she had told him about, every poor soul she had stuffed into her yawning maw and gluttonous ass and snatching sex, was here. They had tried to run too.

The thought of it made Qaion shudder so hard that he slipped and fell, only two steps in. He whimpered, staggering up once more and hobbling his tired muscles forwards.

“You’ve guessed, then? Well done.” Rose’s hips began to come into view, and even with the obese horror of her paunch, these were wider. The wobbling flanks could have crushed a tank, the sheer girth of assfat packed onto them so thick that Qaion could have sunk his arm into her pudge to the elbow before it even slowed. And yet, though he hated himself for even thinking it, they were still round and perfect in their shape, two voluptuous moons the size of small cars which absolutely did not belong on a quadruped, and somehow looked lewder and more gorgeous now that they were. Between her legs, her bloated udder sagged to the floor, each swollen, pulsing teat leaving a sticky trail with the thousands of gallons of rich demoncream crammed into it.

Qaion reached the towering, Courtesan-size doors, trying desperately to push them open. He might as well have tried to shift the fat cow herself. Whimpering, he flattened himself against the beautifully patterned stone, his eyes drawn by pure gravity towards Rose. She had finally turned around fully, and it was just unimaginable. Her tail arched high and elegant, the tuft wafting back and forth with each step. Those vast asscheeks were split asunder around the plush, fat girth of a cannon-sized pucker, its creases rippling and gulping at the air itself as it strained towards him. Below, her mound bulged her udder out and her cavernous lips smacked and dribbled, showing hints of the depths beyond, reminding him over and over that not only was she fully aware that she was terrifying him, but that it turned her on, so, so, so much. She was a nightmare. A heaving, hot, horny nightmare. And she was looking past her bloated gut and swollen ass, and smiling that gentle, lazy smile at him.

“The gate isn’t something you made, Qaion, sweetheart. The gate... is you.”

Slowly, teasingly, she began to waddle her fat frame backwards, backing her churning hindquarters up over him. Qaion trembled, feeling his shaft thickening again.

“And now, I just have to keep you.”


He’d known it was coming. Why did it still make his whole body fail in the soft rush of his fear? The butterfly collapsed against the wall, his legs giving out from sheer terror. Rose peered at him, smiling almost sympathetically.

“That’s why it had to be you, sweetheart. I need someone who will never, ever, ever, ever not be mine. And for you, all it took was one look at me.” She swayed her hindquarters with a slosh from the colossal udders. “You utter slut. You belong inside me, don’t you?”

Qaion tried to push himself up the wall, but by now he was shaking so badly that he couldn’t even stand. The cow was close enough now that he could feel the heat boiling off her churning udders. Feebly, he tried to pull his knees up, and keep his paws from touching her. She was so close she blocked out the light. “I d-don’t! I- I don’t! P-please… R-rose, d-don’t… don’t do this, I, I swear, I w-will b-be anything f-for you if you j-just… god... just… stop! STOP!”

He shouted the word so hard that his paw slipped, sliding down the floor and straight into the soft surface of her udders. That was all it took. The entire sac seemed to convulse with explosive speed, leaving splurting trails of thick cream splattered up the walls and over Qaion’s belly as it struck. The sound was unholy, a roaring tidal wave of sloshes and squelches. It was so terrifying that the Prince took several seconds to notice that both his paws had been swallowed - submerged - in the tight embrace of one fat teat.

For a moment, all he could do was stare at them. It felt unreal. He’d spent whole days pressed against that gluttonous pink sac. He’d massaged the bulges of giants, demons, presidents, priests, and more than two hundred members of his own race beneath the silky skin, whimpering and pleading to have them shown mercy all the while. When he’d been crammed up her ass, he hadn’t had any time to disbelieve it, but now… he’d spent so long fearing the cow’s insatiable body that now, when it was really, definitely happening, it just didn’t feel real.

The teat swallowed, like a serpent, a ripple of pure greed which dragged Qaion inside up to his knees. Now it felt real. He squealed with horror, twisting around and clawing at the floor to find a handhold. Rose moaned.

“This is you now, little creamy slutterfly. Every time I’ve digested a dragon or eight, or a whole town, or a god, and I have to store some excess energy, that’ll slither right into the gate in my bowels. And when I want to make use of it… I’ll pump it out through you.”

He screamed, kicking his feet as much as the tight, clenching lips of her udders could allow, and he could sense the great ocean of cream sloshing around them already, bubbling and oozing deep within. That was people too. People, crammed into her, sloshed and churned away. And it felt amazing. Even the gurgling currents seemed to massage the tension in his clenching toes away.

“You’ll be able to squirm. I’ll digest your body into the thickest load of cream imaginable - a shame I won’t be able to make you taste it, really - but I’ll leave your soul sloshing in there. And every time I need just a little more magic, I’ll burn you with pleasure as I suckle it out of you.”

Qaion moaned, his claws leaving little scratches in the ground as a particularly gluttonous gulp took in his knees. The fat udder seemed to be spilling out even more already, stretching around the new volume his squirming form added to it.

“And I’ll just keep doing that. For ever.”

Qaion managed to grip onto a smooth rim of gold inlaid into the floor. That, plus the considerable heft of his hips, meant that the next swallow failed. He gave a little groan. Rose chuckled, rolling onto her flank. She was so fat that she didn’t even fall, she just rolled, using her colossal girth to cushion her fall. “And ever.”

Her teats gulped again, and Qaion nearly lost his grip. His fingers were starting to ache.

“And when I’m bored of it in maybe a century, I’ll give you a body back and stuff you in my sex instead. You know how deep that goes.”

Another wet gulp crested up to the back of his thighs, squeezing his balls with terrible pleasure. Qaion groaned, and one of his hands lost their grip momentarily.

“And then… oh, who knows? Maybe I’ll smear that soul across my pucker. Maybe I’ll bring you back even smaller than you already are, and suck on you like a sweet for twenty years, crush you under my tongue and let you feel everyone who I gulp down. The point is, sweetheart, I’ll never let you take even a single breath outside of me. Never again. You’re my gate. And you’re just too precious.”

She raised one hindleg over his head, stretching it out and moaning as her greedy teat slurped again and again, and Qaion’s fingers started to shake. All his bucking and wriggling only managed to make him even harder than he already was. He was one little ridge of metal away from eternity with the greediest monster he’d ever known, and it was turning him on. And god, she was so hot inside.

“P-please…” he mumbled, through gritted teeth. Rose laughed again.

“Look at me when you’re talking, sweetheart.”

He tried to turn and keep his grip, but it was hard. His whole body was bunching up to hold on.

“I… I c-can’t… p-please, please…”

“Then let go.” She swallowed again, and it came up to the base of his tail before slowly squishing back down. His fingers were starting to cramp.

“But… y-you’ll… you’re g-going to…”

“Cram you in. Yes.” Her voice was a soft, sultry purr of pure lust. “So which would you rather look at? The floor? Or the person who’s going to own you in every way for the rest of time?”

Qaion bucked with pleasure, groaning. His fingers were slipping again. “P-please… I… I c-can do a-anything for you…”

“You will. You’ll do everything for me. But first you’ll bubble away. Now, Qaion.” She squeezed, hard, and her teat gulped again. His rump wobbled as it was squeezed, its fat curves barely enough to resist. The swirling lakes inside seemed to beckon him. “Which one?”

“D-don’t… don’t m-make me…”

“I’m not. Your choice. I just thought you might like to see just how fucking good you’re making me feel as you become mine.”

The pain in his fingers was becoming unbearable. Qaion whimpered. “I… I… hope so… you… b-bitch.”

“Amazing. Utterly amazing. My little sweetheart slut, condemned to bubble inside me forever, and cry with pleasure when I squeeze the magic I’ve stolen from prey, through him. Forever. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

Qaion screamed, and gave in.

His fingers slipped away, and once again the greedy milksac struck like lightning, the teat glrrking as it triumphantly swallowed his hips in several furious gulps. He had enough time before it finally devoured his thick rump to turn his head at last and look. Rose’s udder filled most of his vision, a vast hot monolith of churning pink flesh. But past that, and past the even larger bulge of her enormous gut, he saw her face.

Rose looked back, unblinking, her eyelids drooping with pleasure, a coy, gentle smirk pulling her pretty lips. He had watched her face so many times, as she dragged her thickening bulk over to him and ordered him to “rub until there aren’t even bones”, always searching for a hint of hunger towards him to flee from, or a chink of kindness he could beg for. But he’d only seen this expression a handful of times, and each one only after she had stuffed herself almost beyond capacity.

The cow was… satisfied. Not just crammed so full of lives that moving was difficult, not just wanting to be lazy and feel her prey break down inside her, not just smug that another of her plans had worked out well for her and awfully for everyone else. Satisfied. She had everything she wanted, and everything she wanted… was him.

It was terrifying. In that moment, he knew that she would never, ever, ever let him go. He was just that good.

“Oh. Oh, n-no.” The words slipped from his mouth as the teat gulped his waist up, not even tired out by the arduous work of swallowing his ass. His wings began to crumple as they were pulled in, folding before the might of the ravenous organ. It wasn’t painful or damaging, Qaion’s species was flexible but the sensation still made him shudder, something so intimate and so intense being done by something so gluttonous. “Oh no, oh no, no, no.”

“Oh yes,” Rose purred, and clenched her thighs together. Behind Qaion, her colossal ass flexed, pucker squelching noisily, and her sex splurted a few heavy splatters over him. Her udders sloshed, and a furious gulp took him in up to his chest. He could feel nothing but endless liquid beyond, hot, thick, hungry. It nearly dragged her smile out of sight, and the fennec squeaked, trying to pull himself up enough to see it still. Rose blew him a kiss. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be wearing this same smirk every time I feel you begging and squirming inside me.”

The mouthing lips of her teat slipped stickily over his shoulders, forcing his arms up, and the enormous girth of her fat udders eclipsed her face. Qaion sniffled, feeling them creeping up his neck with slow, hungry slurps.

Part of him was grateful he’d at least be appreciated. But the rest was just so, so, so scared.

“P-please…” he mumbled, coughing as the hungry udders oozed up to his jaw. His ears folded awkwardly, twitching weakly as they were devoured. He managed to hold onto the little ridge again, this time with a far weaker grip.

“Still pleading? You know I’m never letting you go.”

“I… I know.” It hurt so much just to say that. “I know you’re not. Oh, god. But… please, please… b-be… be gentle with me. D-don’t… don’t break me. Please.”


“Ohhh.” She rolled her hips in a slow thrust, and the udder began to squeeze in at the edges of Qaion’s vision. “Well, now that you put it that way… I’m won’t. I promise.”


He knew the tone of voice. “Wait, wait wait, I’m sorry I’m sorry, WAI-”

Slrrp.

The toothless maw closed around his face, squishing over his muzzle with a languid stretch. Just before it sealed shut, Qaion could have sworn it twisted into a smile.

“I won’t break you, sweetheart. I’ll fucking atomise you.” He slipped into the churning hell of her sac easily, finding himself submerged in an ocean of pure white heat. All around him, flesh clenched and squeezed, and cream sloshed. He couldn’t breathe, and when he tried to find the surface he only found more of it. He screamed, carrying the last of his air in a frothing surge of bubbles. It was her. All her.

“I’ll be as gentle as an all-damned neutron star to you. I’ll do all the worst things I can imagine, and I’ll keep on doing them for years and years.” Rose’s voice was still gentle and soft, but in her udder it seemed to echo and churn the currents, until it was all Qaion could think about. “I’ll ruin you. And you’ll love it, you fluttery little whore.” She squeezed, and suddenly the white lit up with blue. Qaion screamed, as raw, dark pleasure flooded him. She was pushing magic through him again, and it felt so good he could barely think. Unthinking, he humped against the rippling flesh all around, and when it ground back against he gasped, sucking in a lungful of clingingly thick cream. The taste overwhelmed him, so dense, so rich, so perfect. She did it again, pushing him until he sparkled with azure lightning and writhed, and he howled, the sound coming out as a weak warble within her.

Something else heard. Qaion’s scream cut off as a weak pair of hands touched him, then enfolded him, clinging to him. A body, soft, hot, and blush-worthily female, pressed against him, hugging him desperately even as he squealed and writhed. Rose giggled.

“You’re adorable together. That’s just Alice, dear. Don’t mind her. She’s a little bit angel, so she tingles wonderfully inside, and I’ve just... kept her. For… hmmm, five years now. She gets a little clingy with other new arrivals. Just wants to feel something other than me. Too bad she won’t be feeling you for long, huh?”

“Oh g-god…” Qaion stopped pushing at the form pressed against him. Slowly, he felt her, sensing a human face, hair, a soft, gorgeous body, trembling limbs. He hugged her, crying, trying to wrap his tail around them both in the bubbling maelstrom of cream. “How… how could you.”

“Visit my bowels sometime, slut. The deep ends. Five years is just a taste.” Rose laughed softly. “But enough but others. In the end, what I do with you is up to me. So for now… let’s get you out of that.”

Out of what? Qaion tried to nestle against a fleshy wall and clear his head, but the aftershocks of magical pleasure, the boiling heat, and the absolute sensory overload of her made it so hard to think. Alice squeezed him, making a deep bubbling which might have been trying to speak, and he pushed back with an arm for several seconds before realising that it was getting shorter.

“Oh no,” he whispered, although in the bubbling mire of cream, it came out as a churning belch. The cow rolled her hips overhead, grinding her sopping sex against the bulge he made, and the sloshing became more intense.Qaion couild feel it this time, the deep, heavy burning as his flesh was churned away by magical enzymes. Turning him into another load of endless cream. It was awful, but when she squeezed magic into him the pain merged with the pleasure to become something more, a sheer sensation which he couldn’t even comprehend, let alone name.

The fennec broke, again. And again. And again. He begged, though he knew it only turned her on. He cried, though his tears turned to cream even as they left his eyes. He squirmed and clawed, pushing Alice away, feeling for the exits, even though they were sealed tight enough that a titan couldn’t have parted them, finding Alice again, squeezing and clinging to her, sobbing at her, losing her again as the oozing fluids churned and sloshed. Each time, there was less of him to touch her with. And he fucked the cow, stroking himself desperately, humping her squeezing walls, even trying to stick his thick, pulsing shaft into her teats at one point, though they didn’t let him in either. He did everything he could imagine to survive, and it just didn’t work. Hour by hour, Rose wore him down, churning his body away, and all the while, she crooned to him.

“Oh, my little sweetheart. I’ll have so much fun with you. I’ll slosh you around in my fifth stomach, the one I use for smelting entire armies, for a decade. I’ll smother you between my sexlips and then build a harem of hundreds just to lick at you. And I’ll listen to every beg, I promise. Every single one.”

Qaion’s wings melted like thin slices of butter, and he sobbed to feel their beautiful patterns turned to milky white. His tail sizzled and simmered away, becoming shorter with each lash. His fingers melted away. It hurt, but more than that it felt good. She stuffed him with magic until his teeth crackled with it and his body bent over backwards to feel it. The hours passed. He churned. He died.

Eventually, he could barely even move. He was just a living glob of cream, floating in Rose’s depths. The udders rolled and squeezed, mulching even this last part of him. Alice had long since lost track, unable to even feel him when her questing fingers found his slithering form. And it would only get worse, for the rest of his life.

No, he realised. For the rest of Rose’s life.

The sheer, total horror of it hit home, and Qaion’s cock clenched so hard that the cow’s udder seemed to notice him at last. It squeezed down, hard, demonic muscles rippling, breaking him apart. He climaxed, one blissful moment of absolute ecstasy and total submission. And then he died.

*

Of course, that didn’t mean it was over. Rose groaned with pleasure as she felt the firm little lump liquefy at last, marking the last of Qaion’s lovely body collapsing into cream. Those divine hips, that fluffy tail, those delicate antennae that always drooped a little when he was trying to hide something, those wings, so beautiful… all gone. All her.

It felt wonderful. And even better was the hot little weight inside her, smothered under her weight. The other half of the gate. Qaion’s soul, shaking and trembling with the trauma of total bodily death.

Rose let it slosh helplessly in her internal oceans for a few minutes, and then pinned it against herself with a deep lick. Qaion squealed, the sound silent and weak, but the obese cow heard. And oh, how she cared.

“How does it feel, Qaion, dear?”

The response was feeble and shell-shocked. “P… please… please, I want to… I want to go home… pleasARRRRRGHHHH!” Rose cycled magic into him, squeezing into the gate entrance in her guts and immediately pulling it out of the hot, trembling little exit in her udder. He burned with devastating ecstasy, the tiny orb of his entire being burning hot with raw magic. It was delicious.

”Oh, sweetheart. You are home. This is where you’re meant to be.”” She turned the magic up twofold and let it sizzle him for long minutes, then relented, letting him shake and cower within her, trying to gasp for breath without lungs. Alice sloshed feebly a few feet away, weakly pushing at the walls, still trying to escape. Rose enjoyed her, but focused on her new arrival. “And I’ll never, ever, ever let you go. You know that, don’t you.”


She pressed the hot soul against her outer walls until it bulged faintly, and stroked the soft little soul from outside. Qaion seemed to nuzzle against it, though he was so weak now. “P-please… please… Rose, p-please, I’m so scared… h-help me… please… I’m s-scared...”

“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t be scared.” She stroked him, as gently as she could, and then clenched her whole body, smothering him under more than a tonne per square inch of pressure. Qaion’s soul buckled and squelched, slammed down instantly into the hottest, deepest depths of the cow’s greedy lagoon. He squeaked in panic, and Rose only made it heavier as she turned the flow on again, blinding him with sensation until he howled with bliss and despair.

”Be terrified. Be doomed. And above all else, be mine.”

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