You realize fighting the moth is not a good idea at your size, particularly unarmed as you are… and that getting it to carry you safely to the second floor is about as likely as getting one of Onyx’s carnivorous plants to give you a harmless massage… in other words, not going to happen. You leave the door behind and run, not quite sure where you’re going, just knowing that you can’t stay there for the moth to come get a closer look. At your size, even a moth is lethal, let alone in Onyx’s home…
The moth flutters at you quickly… too quickly. It flies at you, and you throw yourself to the wooden floor to escape it; you climb to your feet, but it barrels into you from behind and knocks you to the ground. You manage to get back to your feet again, and reach the base of the stairs to the second floor, only to have it land on you this time, knocking you to your back on the ground.
You manage to grip two hard-shelled legs as they grab at you, and you bring your legs up to push the creature away, also avoiding its other legs in the process. As you try to kick it off, however, it flaps its wings angrily, and you realize that you can see multiple reflections of your flushed face in its big, multi-faceted eyes. Only seconds later, however, your gaze snaps downward as a flash of impossible pick catches your attention…
You stare in shock as what looks to be one more leg, all joints and hard chitin, emerges from folds in the moth’s abdomen. Sticking out of the tip of the thing is, at your size, about a foot of thin, pink cock, with green goop already oozing out of the tip.
You don’t think that’s natural… and yet you’re somehow not as surprised as you think you should be. Onyx bragged about the super-reproductive spells she’d set on her home… she apparently neglected to mention that those spells would mutate some residents accordingly.
All you know, however, is that you have to keep that thing out of you, at any cost…
And then there’s a loud sound behind the moth, across from you… and the moth suddenly seems to freeze, except for its wings. Then it tries to pull free of you, and your grip on its forelegs is all that restrains it. It starts lifting you off the ground, and you let go; it then starts rising up off you and into the air, and you finally see passed its beating wings to a large dark shape…
There is a tremendous sound, and you feel a gust of wind against your naked body. There comes a loud bang, or at least, that’s what it sounds like to you, and drops spatter your body… as Ralph, Onyx’s pet ape, slams his beefy, stubby hands together, utterly flattening the moth.
You stare up at him as he brings his hands to his mouth and licks them clean. Then, he lowers his fists to the ground and turns his eyes to look down at you…
You stare at him for a few seconds, and he stares back. After that, the thought begins to form that this, here, may be your best chance of reaching the second floor, and even the reverse-all potions themselves. After all, it seems he just saved you! But… at your size… how is this great beast going to react to you now? Already when you were full-sized you knew he wanted to do things to you… what’s to prevent him from eating you in one easy gulp? Onyx’s spells, the ones controlling him? Are those still active, now that she’s dead? Did he save you to be nice… or to have you for himself?!
You realize ignoring him isn’t an option, and running from him, besides being pointless at your size, would give him that much more of a reason to see you as fleeing prey… an edible little critter. Whereas talking to him… if he can actually hear you, maybe he’ll obey your orders. True, he never did before… he only obeyed Onyx’s. Still…
You’re making up your mind to talk to him, to order him to carry you up the stairs, when he makes up his mind as well. He turns fully to face you, and you see something sinister appear in his brown-eyed gaze… and then your eyes dart down his body as his phallus emerges from its sheath, glistening, gooey, pink… and absolutely gigantic at your size.
You find yourself staring, shocked by the awe-inspiring sight. Never in even your troubled nightmares did you imagine such a thing… despite that your nightmares, over the last week or so, did indeed contain quite a bit of phallic imagery. You watch it sway back and forth as he heads toward you… and only break out of your dazed fascinated reverie when he stops right in front of you.
The horror that has entered your mind is tinged with confused fascination. Ralph is so looking forward to eating you that he has become aroused…
There’s no time to run, not that it would help. With one hand he reaches out, that huge hand --- each grubby, stubby finger larger than you are, twice over --- wraps around you, smothering you into darkness. You are well aware that one squeeze would pop you open like a burst wineskin, but though he holds you securely he doesn’t kill you quite yet. You close your eyes and whimper, squirming, hoping death will come quickly…
You feel something tug on your blond hair. You yelp, and as the hand around your nude body releases you, you reach up helplessly. You find yourself dangling from your hair, your scalp protesting with pain as the roots of your hair take your entire weight. You grip as much of the hair as you can and take some of your weight with your arms, but you’re still dangling in midair, your legs kicking helplessly…
Then Ralph’s other hand returns, and he catches your legs, squeezing them painfully together with several fingers. You scream and struggle, but he holds you tightly. You screw your eyes shut, grimacing in pain, trying to escape and praying that this will end… and then you feel something hot, slimy, and rubbery slide over your feet.
For a few seconds you almost whimper in relief --- he’s lowering you onto his tongue, and is about to swallow you up, so soon your suffering will be over. However as the seconds pass and you feel your legs sliding into the soft sliminess more and more, soon up to your thighs, you realize that whatever this is, it’s seamless around you and can’t be his tongue… and it’s too tight to be his huge throat. You blink open your eyes, squinting through the tears of pain, and find yourself staring at his furry belly…
You blink and look down, but at first all you see are his grubby fingers around your lower body… then he slides them away, and you get a view of a pink, glistening, quivering mass. The hand comes back, blocking your view, and with slow but irresistible strength he pushes your arms away from your scalp and to your sides. He then releases your hair, only to press one finger to the top of your head and push downward…
You scream, in horror and disgust, as you feel yourself slide slickly inward, the pink rubbery flesh swallowing up your arms. You struggle, kicking and squirming, but those giant, brown fingers hold you securely and push you ever deeper. Within just a few more seconds, he pulls both his hands away… leaving you to squirm and struggle in mindless disgusted panic, buried up to your neck up his cock!
You feel the flesh quiver and clench around you, and hear him grunt in what you know is pleasure… pleasure you’re giving him. Nonetheless, you fight frantically against the slimy tightness, trying to escape this gruesome horror. Unfortunately, the sides are tight and slimy… you squirm in place, but can’t pull your arms up to your face to pull yourself free. The smell of him is overpowering, a kind of musk that seems to be dulling your senses and sapping your will to resist him. Worse, as you squirm and buck, not only is he groaning and grunting in increasing pleasure, but you find yourself gasping with shock and disgust as you realize the slimy tightness, coupled with your movements and the musk, is inciting disturbingly pleasant responses from your body as well…!
After a few minutes, during which you fight frantically but can’t get free, Ralph brings one hand to his shaft and squeezes it even more tightly around you. You gasp and moan frantically, your body responding in a horrifying fashion to the increased tightness as you fight. He grunts and groans, evidently enjoying your struggles immensely.
A few minutes more pass, and he seems to have almost had enough. His grunts and groans are louder and more frequent, as, sickeningly, are yours, but you scream in renewed terror when he lowers his finger to your head again and pushes. You gasp in a breath, then are pushed completely inside his shaft. He pulls back his finger from the opening of his urethra, and for a moment your wide-eyed face is visible inside, framed by pink walls and slimy blond hair; then the opening closes up, sealing you away…
He starts stroking himself with more force, pumping downwards, pushing your struggling form down the slick passage. With every stroke, the tip of him opens up, letting in some air and letting out your frantic cries.
In a very short time, now, you will surely suffocate… and before then, to your tremendous disgust, you suspect that you are going to reach an orgasm. The thought is both horrifying and exciting… but regardless, you know you’re about to die. All your desperate struggles to escape the jungle and this mansion, and now you’re going to die after having been shoved up an ape’s dick…!
For just a moment, you stop struggling, trying to calm yourself and think what surely must be your final sane thoughts. You’re dead, surely… now all that you might be able to decide is the manner of your death…
