If you want to skip the boring explanations and background bits I italicized, bolded, and underlined the first word of the beginning of the story. Though I do prefer if you, the reader, and most definitely a certain friend in real life read this prelude.



For that specific friend. Please do not change your opinion of me or say I'm a pervert, vulgar person, cannibal ect ect because I decided to make this story and/or see pictures of people being eaten. I was just curious and I'm acting on a whim. You confront me about this and tell me anything I have mentioned above, I will probably say a certain curse at you.


Where am I? Apparently I'm jogging through the woods along a barely visible hiking trail. I can't tell what time of day it is because the trees towering above me are creating a canopy that's blocking most of the visible light. I've jogged through here plenty of times, but something is different.The forest seems strangely quiet and lacking in any wildlife except the trees for some reason. The entire area seems shrouded by a dense fog. Ah, I see. I headed left towards the swamp that just appeared. The swamp too looks different from when I last came. The water looks crystal clear and is also devoid of all pokemon. I know now where my legs are mysteriously leading me and I want to turn back. I kept at a normal pace along the shores of the swamp until I found the landmark I usually see around here.


I found the trees that are slathered with a purplish goo. I entered the swamp now, for some reason the water is not breaking my pace. The deeper I jog through the water, the deeper and thicker the water became. The water soon reached from my ankles to my knees and the water now took on a purple-ish hue. I now see a huge silhouette of a goodra.

She's sitting on a rotten log, kicking the gooey water. She looks so serene and unsurprised at my arrival, like she knew I would come eventually. I now stand right approximately a yard from her. I want to do something, to say something to her, but the words did not form. Why am I just standing here, do something already. She was now approaching. When she came near me she used her strong arms to pull me into a tight embrace. My face is buried in her stomach. I can feel her muscles on her squishy body enveloping me and the thick slime I'm being slathered with.

I started to feel a weird sensation on my forehead. The sensation began to crawl down my head. She's eating isn't she, my incredibly slow brain noted. She did say once that I tasted like caramel.I can feel here licking my face, covering me in more slime. It feels warm in here. The mouth continued down until it reached the bottom of my neck, then she used her powerful arms to lift my unresisting body. My head began to feel her powerful neck muscles as her mouth is outlining my shoulders then arms. My vision is starting to blur because of the slime getting in my eyes. Her neck muscles are massaging my neck and face down now. The mouth is now outlining my pelvis and but. The tongue for some reason seemed to be paying special attention to it. She lifted her head and then my legs swiftly slid in. With a final swallow the neck muscles squeezed me down her tube of a neck into the belly.

Her purplish insides felt squishy, similar to a waterbed but filled with muscles. The lukewarm slime seems to have formed a cocoon around me. It feels comfortable. I could sleep here forever, but how would I get out and would I still be alive when I wake? I can feel myself being squeezed on all sides. I tried to move but couldn't. It's to cramped here I want to move. I began to feel the pressure and the blood rushing to my brain from being upside down. It became hard to breath. I want to get out now, I WANT TO GET OUT NOW! I began to thrash and thrash against my confines, then I jolted upright in my bed.

"Wah".

Was I dreaming? What a stupid question, I'm in my bedroom; of course I was dreaming. It's odd, though, the dream was so surreal, yet so vivid at the same time.

"That was way too real to be a dream", I whispered to myself.

I left my bed and looked out my window. It appears to be around 6:00 A.M.. I turned back to my bed. I could go back to sleep, but I definitely don't want to go back there. Those images and feelings of whatever that was were still fresh in my mind. Every time I dreamt of something like this, something weirder than usual happens. I touched my forehead, it's beaded with sweat.

"Maybe I'll go for a jog".

A jog sounds like a good idea. It'll help me forget what has happened and keep me awake. Good thing today is not a school day, I'm not in the mood to go today, not that I ever am. I threw on some clothes and headed out.



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