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Transient - 45

Dark Revival

Even though Mat hadn't been alive for long, he was fully recovered. The voices in his head hadn't come back for a while, which was both troublesome and relieving. However, they seem to have avoided draining the energy he had gathered from him. The pent-up pleasure that he had experienced over his last few lives had compounded into a nearly crippling energy that made it hard to walk. Time wouldn't allow it to subside like a normal human - It only further served to prove his theory about not being a person anymore. But if he wasn't human, than what was he? Programmed to store this strange energy like a robot? Gathering whatever this mix of pleasure and pain across the cosmos...

To what end?

Mathew wandered down a corridor. It was enormous, but that's because it wasn't made for him at all. There wasn't much to it though - the walls were fairly bland and the ground was made of cement. He had no idea where he was, or what reality he had found himself in... Maybe it was a new world, maybe he'd meet someone new?

He stepped around the corner, not making an attempt to hide. Looking down past his own [REDACTED] to his stumbling feet as he tried to deal with the crippling energies that flowed within his body.

*whump*
*Whump*
*Whump*

The sound of footsteps approached him... He looked up to see her gazing down at him. She held something in her arms... He couldn't see what it was, but it looked to be something fairly important. She was a familiar face though. Someone he had seen before - He didn't know her name, but he did know that the last time he ran into her, it didn't turn out too well for the little one. Her eyes gazed down to him beyond the grip of the schematics she held in her arms, and slowly a smirk came across her muzzle. Mathew collapsed down to his knees, his [REDACTED]. The pleasure was beginning to intensify again... It's not like he could run, even if he wanted to...

This was what he wished for - before he became a tiny creature. Before his journey had begun.

Or so he believed. He had no idea what memories were real, his life before the journey now was just a blur.

Her paw lifted from the ground, revealing the dust coated pads. Darkie's toes slid over his face slightly, just enough that the claw of her inside toe grazed Mat's ear and brushed his hair back as his face was buried in the toe's pad. He lifted his right arm to grip around the toe's fur outside as he was forced back from his kneeling position, his legs bent at the knees as he leaned back by her force. Pleasure washed over his body like a massive influx of drugs into his system as her toe passed across his face. The scent of light sweat and dirt filled his lungs... It was only a second before he was positioned beneath the pad of her paw, but to him it felt much longer.

Mat's right hand gripped her paw's fur as he lay folded beneath her. Just then, the pressure increased... He had been sitting on his heels with his toes flat on the ground when she began, but the strange position had him incredibly uncomfortable. His [REDACTED] was pressed up against the pad of her paw as well, the pleasure it gathered had aided in keeping him from fighting too much. He moaned, and though he was in a terribly uncomfortable position he began to lick at the dirt on the bottom of her paw.

Did it sate the giant wolf? She seemed to bask in his worship, almost like she was gathering energy from it. She pressed down, forcing Mat's heels to slide uncomfortably past his hips. The [REDACTED] was forced against his stomach at that point, and Mat's moans turned to whimpers of pain. He had never been all that flexible in life, and this body was no different. He could feel shooting pains through his legs from the muscles and tendons being stretched beyond their limit, threatening to tear at any moment. His upper back was flat on the ground now, while he still had a bit of an arch in his lower back in order to keep space for his own feet.

The pressure increased...
Slowly.

Mat's whimpering turned to screams of pain as he felt his heels slide uncomfortably past his hips. The untrained tendons in his legs began to break and rip, and his toes were nearly folding up to the point of being broken off. The pressure was like a slow trash compactor... The space that he once had for his feet had now been completely flattened on the ground. He had no idea what was breaking now, all he knew was that everything below his lower back was screaming in pain. His free arm gripped at the fur still as the pad of her paw continued it's descent, his face pressed helplessly against the rough surface. He could hear things breaking now...

The sounds were sickening.

His legs had been folded to the point where his hip had been forced down between his heels. The soles of his feet began to rip open as all of the joints in his toes broke in rapid succession. He began to pant, breathing rapidly as the crushing force continued. Eventually his breathing became shorter and shorter as his lungs compressed, his head now forced to the side to deal with the lack of space he was given. His little rib cage began to deform under the pressure as air became short. He could feel the pressure growing on his skull now, as well as his hips. His abdomen swelled as the contents began to search for a place to exist, space for them running out just as quickly.

*Squelch*

His hips both cracked at once, yet he had no breath to scream as the pain gripped him. They snapped in the center of each bone, and with that squelching sound his intestines popped from the left side of his body like stepping on a ketchup packet. Her paw was already flat on the ground at this point, it was just his form resisting the pressure that kept him alive. Her heel lifted from the floor as her weight shifted forward... Just then, Mathew's skull collapsed under the weight. She began to violently twist him back and forth like snuffing out a cigarette, her toes gripping into the ground as his right arm, still free from harm, let go of the fur and fell limp beside the mess.

She didn't bother cleaning him off the bottom of her paw...

As she walked away, she left three small splotches of blood in her wake. Mat's twisted body came with her, gathering enough dirt to stop leaving marks on the floor as she walked. His arm, however, lay limp by the pile of blood and organs that had been left on the cement. She had what she wanted - Schematics for a new, more powerful device. She would return to her home, and allow her workers to begin construction... 

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Storyline - Transient

Satisfying Position by AnirusFere Next


Mature Content

Process by AnirusFere
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Accident? by AnirusFere  First (Season 1)


Rebirth ~Season Premier~ by AnirusFere  First (Season 2)

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Artwork / Darkie
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Mathew
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debating on being apologetic by Darkwolf-Jesterwolfy

Stuff by Darkwolf-Jesterwolfy



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8bitisawesome's avatar
Looks like he couldn't lift her paw and avoid being crushed and smothered.