Late in the evening finds you walking home from a long day at work, making your way through the city as you head towards your apartment. It’s a cool night, the wind blowing a bit, but before you get too cold, you arrive at your building and head inside, shivering a little. Heading to your apartment, you unlock the door and sit down for a bit, just relaxing and warming up after your day, taking your mind off of things.
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch what looks like a flash of light under your front door, along with the sound of some muffled voices, but before you can really try to piece anything together, you hear a knock at your door. Confused as to what's going on or who would be visiting at this hour, you look through the peephole, wondering who was there.
You’re met with the sight of a tall, thin girl who looks like she’s in her late teens and extremely into the whole goth thing – Her skin is very light pale, and her smokey-grey hair is shaved on the sides but in a very long mohawk-sidebrush that reaches down to her hips. She’s wearing dark eyeliner, black clip-earrings, fingerless gloves, and a choker, and she seems to have blood-red contacts in, no doubt to enhance the whole effect she was apparently going for. She’s also wearing about as little as one could reasonably get away with; a torn denim crop-top with a pentagram-shaped string-tie, and tattered shorts that hide next to nothing from the imagination. She’s wearing thigh-high socks and shoes patterned like an animal’s paws. Currently, she’s tapping away on her phone, though she does take an uninterested kind of glance up to your peephole, perhaps impatiently waiting to see if you would answer her knocks.
Still looking through the peephole, you call out and ask who she is, and you notice she doesn’t even look up from her phone as she replies in about as bored of a voice one could physically muster. “New hire. Landlord told me to check for termites or something.” Still without looking, she holds up an ID card that certainly looks official; her given name was apparently Luna, though her thumb covered her last name. Her portrait showed her looking like she’d rather have been anywhere else than in front of the camera.
You unlock the door and open it for her, and she sighs softly, putting her phone away, before giving her hair a shake and looking at you with a forced sort of smile that you could tell was fake. “Pleased to meet you.” Her voice is anything but pleased, but you nod and greet her by name. Her expression drops, and she leans in suspiciously, demanding “How the fuck did you know my name?” to which you explain how it was on her ID. Luna takes a look at said card and mutters “Oh, right” before gesturing to the walls of the room. “I gotta check for whatever, so you just sit and do something; I’ll do my thing and go.” Before you can say anything, she’s heading to the other end of the room, pressing her ear against the wall, but seemingly keeping her focus on you.
The situation is certainly odd, but you take your seat and put something on the TV as Luna moves around your living room, halfheartedly doing the job she’s supposedly here for, but as she keeps close, you can tell she’s not here to rob you – There’s nowhere in what little clothing she has to hide any kind of weapon, after all! You eventually tune her out and just watch the TV, until you’re brought back by a flash of light illuminating your room, coming from directly behind you.
You turn to look, but instead of the girl listening to your walls, you’re met instead with a tall, lanky anthropomorphic canine reared back at the far end of the room, her fur snowy-white in the front and a medium-grey on her back and sides, tall ears folded back, white-irised eyes with red sclera focused right on you, tail swaying gently, and before you can even process what you’re seeing, she yells out and pounces forwards, right at you!
With surprising reflexes, you manage to dodge out of the way, causing her to land on your sofa, but she quickly turns and aims to pounce again! You yell out, asking what’s going on, ducking out of the way of her jump, but instead of answering, she just rebounds off of the wall and tackles you to the ground!
You’re frightened, having no idea what’s going on, especially as the canine snarls, showing her sharp teeth, saying “Ryder sends their regards…” before rearing back and raising a clawed hand – Only to pause as she sees your very confused expression. You ask her who she was talking about, and she blinks, taking out her phone and flipping through some messages. “Ryder? Died a few days ago? They hired us to kill their neighbor who ratted them out to the cops for smoking pot.” You shake your head, explaining you didn’t know anyone by that name.
She looks at her phone again. “Is this not 223 Amethyst Apartments?” You shake your head, informing her the building for Amethyst Apartments was a few miles down the road, to which she groans and makes a call. You can’t hear the voice on the other end, but she facepalms and speaks in a very annoyed tone. “Goddammit, Blitz, I told you to check the fucking address! I’m at the wrong fucking place with the wrong fucking person! …Yes, I’m sure! Said it’s the other side of town! Ugh, fuckin’… No, I’ll just walk. Don’t bother.” She hangs up, muttering “...Useless fuckin’ piece of shit…” before looking down at you again. “Look, we’re professional assassins from Hell; we get hired by sinners getting revenge on those who wronged them in life. And that’s what I was doing, except they gave me the wrong fucking address and sent me here instead.”
You shake your head, taking it all in, before asking if that meant you were free to go. The canine looks at you again, tilting her head a bit, contemplating your question, before she says “…I don’t think so, no.”
Confused and feeling fearful, you ask her why not, using her name, to which she scoffs. “First off, it’s ‘Loona’. Two O’s. Fucking dipshit who signed my papers can’t spell worth a fuck. And since I know you’re gonna get it wrong like everyone does, I’m a hellhound, not a wolf.” She rolls her eyes, before continuing in her bored tone now. “And I can’t let you go. You know about me and that can’t get out, or something like that.”
Loona’s piercing demonic eyes look you over again, making you shudder firmly, and you quickly tell her you’d promise not to tell anyone, to which she shakes her head. “Rules are rules; I don’t make them.”
She raises her claw again, making you yell in fear, to which she quickly covers your mouth, muffling your voice. “Look, asshole, you’re gonna get me in even more trouble if anyone else comes knocking here.” She talks in a harsh whisper, leaning close to you. “Fine, I won’t disembowel you or bite your head off, okay? It’d be too messy anyways, now that I think about it, plus we can’t have them knowing we took out the wrong target. Makes us look bad and shit. We kinda tend to leave a mess, so they’d know it was us.”
You speak through her hand, asking what she would do; if that meant she would leave you alone, but Loona shakes her head again. “Being perfectly straight with you, I’m pissed off right now, and when I get pissed off, I get hungry. The only reason I’m not letting you go is because you look like a decent enough snack to calm me down.”
These words only make you panic more, struggling beneath the hellhound, but her grip on you is surprisingly strong; being both a canine and a demon, she’s got a lot of power to her. She rolls her eyes annoyed as you try to fight, and she huffs. “Look, I said I wouldn’t fucking bite you; would you stop being such a baby? Jeez…”
Leaning onto you with her arm to keep you steady with your mouth covered, Loona frees a hand and brings a claw to your neck, making you shudder, but instead of cutting into you, she instead uses it to slice through your shirt, dragging it down along your form to slice it off of your upper body. She then pulls down your bottoms with her paw and removes any underwear as well, leaving you completely undressed beneath her.
Loona looks over your body for a few seconds, her expression unchanging, before she adjusts her position and sits herself on your chest, keeping you pinned beneath her. She grabs your hand and gives it a sniff, then unceremoniously shoves it into her mouth, apparently ready to give you a taste test. You feel her body temperature is higher than you might have expected, fitting of someone from Hell, and as she sucks on your hand, you feel her tongue stroking against your skin, getting it slick with her saliva. Her expression softens just a little as she pushes your hand around a bit in her mouth; it’s evident she’s enjoying your taste, even if she isn’t saying so out loud. You feel the fleshy insides of her cheeks, and with surprising care, she gently rests her teeth on your hand, giving a soft nibble, willing herself not to chomp as she at the very least seemed true to her promise.
A thought occurs to you – How would she be able to actually follow through with what she had said? She’s a bit taller than you, sure, but not enough that she could eat you… Was this some sort of joke to her; something to get her in some sort of mood? Your frightened expression narrows just a touch in your fearful curiosity, though if she noticed any change, she certainly isn’t showing it, simply continuing to mouth over your hand.
After a minute or so of this, Loona reaches down and takes your other hand, shoving it into her mouth as well. Her cheeks bulge a bit as she stuffs her mouth with your hands, but she’s showing no signs of stopping as her tongue worms over this one as well as the first, stroking every inch of both hands. It’s faint, but you notice the faintest of smiles pull the corner of her lips, making you smile – Until you realize what that means for you. She looks down at you, her eyes meeting yours, and she speaks muffled with her mouth full “...Yeeh, yeehr maahn.”
Before you can decipher her words, you feel Loona’s tongue working your hands further back into her mouth, before she swallows deeply, pulling them into her throat! You watch in horror as her neck bulges out, the muscles of her esophagus gripping you firmly, and a second swallow pulls them deeper down. She grins a little as she leans down, continuing to swallow your hands and arms deeper into her gullet, only pausing when she reaches your elbows. You attempt to struggle, but her esophageal muscles are too strong to pull yourself back, and with her weight on your chest, you didn’t have any leverage to move much anyways. The hellhound takes a deep breath, seemingly preparing herself, before her hand lets go of your mouth. You inhale, about to call for help, but before you can, she lunges forward and takes another powerful gulp, shoving your arms and head into her mouth in one quick motion!
Her jaws close around your neck, her mouth muffling your noises as her tongue strokes your face, and though you again try to retreat, you make absolutely no progress; you’re not at a workable angle, and more than that, she’s just too powerful for you. Loona scoots herself a bit lower on your body to pin your legs (Why hadn’t you tried kicking the floor to get someone’s attention? Too late now…) and once she’s here, she pulls you up with her hands and takes another deep, firm swallow. Your face is hit with the fleshy uvula dangling at the back of her mouth, before your whole head and shoulders are taken into her throat all at once!
You feel a strong tightness at your head, keeping you from advancing any further, even as she tries to swallow you, and you can’t help but chuckle, thinking she’s finally reached an impasse and won’t be able to take you in any further. She swallows harder, and your momentary satisfaction is replaced by the pain of powerful muscles tugging sharply on your arms, making them feel like they were going to dislocate… Before you hear a faint snap as the tightness gives, and you descend about a foot deeper into the hellhound’s gullet. An annoyed groan sounds around you – It seems she’s broken her choker trying to ingest you! But now that it wasn’t there to stop your descent, she resumes her swallows, taking you in to your midsection now.
Another thought comes to you at this point – She would have to get off of your legs to keep swallowing, and you’d have some time to make some noise to try and summon some help! It would be a stretch, but you tensed the muscles in your legs, ready to kick the floor as soon as she moves off of you… But it seems the hellhound could tell your idea, as she reaches down, grabs your legs, and lunges herself forward in a somersault! You become completely disoriented, unable to tell at first what direction you’re even facing now, but as you attempt to kick your legs, you feel only air, and as you begin to descend at a much smoother rate, you realize what happened – She’s now sitting on your floor, holding your legs over her head, letting gravity guide you down!
With nothing left, no chance of getting anyone’s help, you panic and scream out, especially as you feel your hands pressing against a tight ring of muscle that soon gives way, the esophageal sphincter relaxing to allow you into Loona’s stomach. With gravity guiding you along with the peristalsis of Loona’s esophagus and her continued swallows, you slide down with no resistance, your body being made to curl up inside the tight gastric chamber. You can feel the hellhound slurping your legs, then closing her jaws behind your feet, before taking one last swallow to send you all the way down into her belly.
Curled up tightly in the fetal position within Loona’s stomach, you shout to her, begging her to let you go, to which you hear a scoff. “You think I’m pissed now? Wait till you see how fucking pissed I get if I have to barf you out. You’re mine, loser.”
The stomach walls begin to squeeze, kneading your body in rolling contractions of those smooth muscles, and you feel a thick fluid beginning to seep into the chamber, soaking into you. Your panic grows, and you try pushing against the stomach walls, but they simply push you right back into place. Growing desperate, you thrash a bit, and this time you get a result – Loona makes a pained noise, before shouting. “Fuck! Knock it off, asshole; you’re going to make me sick!”
You shout back that was your point, before you thrash again, aiming upwards this time. Loona again swears loudly, but before you can make another movement, you feel gravity shifting, before you’re suddenly compressed tightly in her stomach – Loona has rolled onto her belly, pinning you against the floor to keep you from moving! “Fuck you, dickhead… Why don’t you just fucking digest already?”
And digest, you are; despite having no room to move yourself, you feel the stomach walls squeezing you even more firmly, churning steadily around your entire body, as more of the gastric fluids surround you. You feel a tingle where they’re being kneaded into your form, though oddly it’s not nearly as painful as you were expecting; it’s just a warm feeling, like being in a hot bath. But that isn’t really the point right now…
You once again call out, trying to ask for mercy, but you hear an exasperated groan as Loona replies “Ugh… Just shut up already, will you? Fuck, you’re annoying…” It’s hard to make anything out that’s going on outside with the groaning, rumbling sounds of the stomach all around you, but you can imagine her laying on top of the bulge in her belly you’re making, messing around on her phone once more, not paying you any further mind. Your attempts to speak to her go unanswered, and you’re left alone as the stomach continues to squeeze, knead, and churn over every inch of you. You feel your body seeming to put up less resistance as well, as though it’s beginning to soften in the digestive chamber, and you realize there truly is no hope left for you; this is your fate, to be digested by this hellhound simply because she got the wrong address.
Your will broken, you sigh and just submit, not even trying to move or speak anymore, accepting your demise. You let out a soft yawn and a whimper, your energy utterly depleted from your fight for your life, but before you give in and let the stomach have you, you hear a muttered “Fuckin’ finally…” from your captor, followed by gravity shifting again as she rolls onto her back. Even if you somehow could escape at this point, it’s extremely unlikely that it would do you any good; your form had become so soft by now that you likely wouldn’t make it far anyways…
You close your eyes and make your peace, feeling those stomach walls tighten in once more, the sensations around you fading away as you do likewise, melting away into nothing more than sustenance for the demonic canine.
