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Herffffff…….

Maeve taking another shallow lungful of air, as she marinated in the rough reality that her entire existence had amounted to just a nutritious lump of mutton slowly melting away within the belly of a satisfied predator. The bulge of the entombed ewe giving a meek squirm, as she settled into the sweltering shroud of the churning gut she was steamily soaking in, acutely aware that each jagged, short breath she took might be her last. Her fallible form even now struggling to cope with the limited anoxic air burning her lungs, and soon enough they would begin to shut down, reducing the curled-up sheep-girl to just a mass of molten meat soaking in a stuffed stomach. Her shapely figure little more than a dissolving deadweight, as her mortal remains broke down into a sloshing soup, that would soon be sapped of any useful nutrients after taking a bubbling trip through her devourer’s remorseless bowels. This liquidating slurry of lamb lunchmeat just another insignificant serving of filling flesh, just one of many that would drain through the digestive ductwork of her consumer, before eventually reaching the back exit where she could make her coiling exit into what was sure to be a clogged toilet in the near future.

This morbid thought rattling in Maeve’s mind, as she shivered in the damp darkness, where her own senses were drowned out by the gentle groans of the gut grinding against her. Initially, she had sputtered out a struggle, but now she could barely fidget against her fate as food, not like her bleating writhing had stopped her from sliding smoothly down the chugging confines of the throbbing throat that had abruptly wrapped around her unprepared muzzle. A humid blackness taking her, A lathering of saliva soaking her coat, as in the space of a few surging swallows the ewe experienced the unceremonious dehumanization of being snarfed down like some trivial snack. Her personality and opinion discarded, as in the end, her worth now degradingly equated to the calories contained in her attractively plump physique. A satisfied burp causing the already cramped space around her to squeeze against her with a rumbling gurgle, but by this time the ewe was too exhausted to contest the whims of her tart tomb. The languishing lamb just exhaling once more, and then with a disjointed quiver, she was taken by the endless abyss of an unawakenable sleep, so that her effeminate anatomy might be used to fuel the frame of her better…

And then there was light….

Maeve initially seeing nothing as she drifted off the plane of the living, but just as the beat of her heart and the wheeze of her lungs were extinguished, she felt a sudden blinding glow that pierced through her with the strength of a thousand suns.
The delirium of death brushing through the dying impulses of her brain, like some fever dream, but this felt more real, as though the snuffed-out sheep had ascended to a better place. She could hear the sound of songs, her vision clearing, as all hardship melted away with a silky sigh, removing the weight of living from her tired shoulders. Maeve could only squint under the brunt of the otherworldly gleam, as it took the ewe but only a moment to realize her faith was right and she was about to be rewarded for her kind goodwill and just lifestyle with an amicable afterlife. The sheep’s eyes adjusting to the brightness, as she stared upon the divine pearly gates, offering the way to the salvation for those of good moral character.

The ewe could only stare in shock, as on uneasy feet she neared the supernatural entrance to what was supposedly endless bliss. Maeve knowing, she had been a good person, but even so, she hesitated as she clutched the latch, butterflies in her belly, as though she had never done anything outwardly malicious, she was deeply aware of her past mistakes and flaws, though even the self-conscious sheep knew it was nothing worthy of damnation, as she pulled the gate open with a halcyon ease. The next few tentative steps seeming to be in slow motion, as her soft footfalls floated almost weightlessly across the tops of spotless alabaster clouds.

Maeve crossing the tantalizing threshold with a serene smile on her face, as not once did what was on display register as too good to be true. The gullible woman not yet realizing that it should have been rather odd that not one of her many departed friends or family had come to greet her upon her entry into heaven. This illusion of safety would come to a crashing end in the blink of an eye, as with a sudden clang, the golden gates slammed closed, and the seemingly stable floor beneath her suddenly evaporated. A startled yelp blurting out of Maeve’s muzzle, as in a split-second the disorientated female she was falling into the fanged precipice of a colossal maw, that had abruptly yawned open beneath her. The façade slipping, as the great deception revealed itself, though by now it was too late for the stupefied sheep girl from stopping herself from being literally dragged into the gaping maw of hell, where her soul might digest forever in an endless cycle of perpetual torment.

A wave of despair gripping Maeve’s heart, as the revelation that heaven was a lie rushed through her system like a cruel winter wind. The tricked woman’s spirit destined to a hellish gutscape, nothing more than another whimpering bulge, lost in the sea of sinners or saints alike, where she was just another effeminate swelling twitching beneath the swollen skin of some engorged demon or other peckish hellspawn, which would suckle on her suffering with a gleeful grin. The folly of reincarnation lost as equally as the respite from the company of lost loved ones, as the only solace Maeve now had was perhaps that she might share a stomach with a stranger in an awkward spooning. Then again perhaps she might simply be cast into a gargantuan gastric chamber, churning all that enter into a single bubbling slurry of wasted life essence, the ewe did not know, but based on how aggressively these tendrils were tugging her, she would soon find out what hell had in store for her snivelling ghost…

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Taking one last breath within the churning confines of a gurgling gut, Maeve awakens to find out that her promised afterlife might not be exactly as promised....

A story done for one of my patreons justanothermeal . For this month they wanted a story to go with a piece they got from Psychoseby , Featuring Snacktivist's Maeve finding out that her promised afterlife was just a deception before an eternity in hell.

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