The last drops of rain had fallen, and the first beams of the sun peeked through the cracks of the decrepit basement. A new day had begun. A metallic rumble echoed through the rubble when a massive steel door on the wall opened, revealing the dark entrance of a rain shelter. One by one, three naked scavengers, a shining white slugcat, and a pink-headed lizard emerged from the depths of the concrete bunker. Two of them, the leader of the scavengers Modo and the slugcat Yundo, were engaged in a heated discussion, wildly gesticulating at each other.

"Are you sure you want to continue your exploration to the Ebony Tower? The area around it is incredibly hostile, deadly, unforgiving, and I don't want to lose you to it. It's so rare to find friendly creatures like you two in the jungles," Modo begged Yundo. The scavenger looked at the slugcat with deep concern, holding him back by one arm, his grip adamant as he wasn't willing to let him go yet. "Is there nothing I can do to sway your mind, Yundo? We could continue our journey together! Combine our forces to increase our chances? I'll personally make sure to keep you fed if you want. Just... please don't go to the tower."

The slugcat put a paw on Modo's hand and gently removed it, gifting the scavenger a confident smile. "Don't worry, Lash and I know what we're doing. We wouldn't have gotten this far if we couldn't fend for ourselves. Also, I'm not even thinking about entering the tower. I just want to explore its surroundings a bit, look at it from afar. I've always heard about the terrors lurking in the Eternal Twilight near the tower, but I've never come close enough to see them," Yundo explained. "And it'll be just a quick trip, a day or so. We'll take a quick look around, then return, and once we get back, we'll gladly take you up on your offer. Traveling together sounds like a great idea."

"Um, but Lash doesn't seem too happy about your prospect either," Modo objected, rubbed his hands, and pointed to the pink-headed lizard in the corner. The reptile was staring at them with a big frown on his toothy muzzle, worried about the slugcat's exploration plans.

Yundo sighed, "Well, I know you don't want to go there either, but it's just a simple exploration, and we've been sent to explore, haven't we? You know what? We go just as far as we can, and when the sun reaches its zenith, we turn around and never look back. Please, I've seen the towers from afar so many times, but I've never gotten to see what's underneath. I just want to get a little closer for once in my life, and this is the best opportunity we'll ever get. What do you say, Lash? Just this once? Or I'll just go by myself if you really don't want to go there."

The large quadruped lowered his face and stared at the floor, hesitating and thinking for an entire minute. He was given a difficult choice. Should he explore the dangerous unknown or abandon his best friend? Neither option appealed to him, but ultimately, he didn't want to leave Yundo alone. He sluggishly lifted his head, looked at the slugcat, and nodded tentatively. 

Yundo rejoiced with a cheer and jumped at the lizard, pulling him into a big hug and wrapping his entire body around his muzzle. "Thank you, Lash. I'll make sure that you won't regret it!" After letting go of his lizard, he looked into the faces of three disappointed scavengers. The bright glow in their eyes had dimmed, and their arms hung low. The slugcat felt terrible, but this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The mysteries of the Ebony Tower were calling. "It's just a day, okay?"

Modo nodded somberly, "Of course. You are free to do whatever you please, Yundo. We'll be waiting for your return and stay in this very place until the morning after tomorrow. I wish you both the best of luck. May you find what you seek, satisfy your curiosity, and not fall victim to the tower's many, many hazards. See you soon, Yundo and Lash."

With a final wave, the slugcat and his lizard parted from their new friends and set off into the unknown. Their destination stood menacing yet fascinating in the distance, a black megastructure in the shape of a hammer that reached far above the clouds and dominated the landscape below it. The area directly below the overhanging bits of the tower was immersed in perpetual blackness and was aptly named "Eternal Twilight." Today, Yundo wanted to catch a glimpse of that enigmatic location and finally confirm the weird myths and tales he had heard about it and its inhabitants.

As Yundo and Lash neared the tower, its impact on the environment grew. With each passing minute, they encountered more and more predators, mainly air-bound vultures and nightmarish daddy long legs, while the wet, lush nature faded and died around them. The vibrant green and red vegetation made way for desolate rubble and ruins of long-faded halls and constructs. What must've been a busy factory centuries ago had devolved into a hazardous and hostile hellscape of concrete and steel, and they had to watch their every step as death lurked around every corner. Pressed against the walls, crouching through vents, and hiding in the shadows, the two traversed the landscape in a sluggish, arduous crawl.

The sun rose higher and higher in the sky as the day progressed, and yet, it only seemed to get darker and darker as the megastructure occupied more and more of the sky. The slugcat finally began to understand the fears of his lizard and the scavengers. The closer they got, the more his curiosity was overshadowed by an ever-growing fear. Every close encounter, every harrowing screech of a vulture, and the incessant wet smacking of those creepy, blobulous daddy long legs as they strode around their cover struck terror into his heart. They were not meant to be here, so much was certain. 

Only a quarter of a day had passed when Yundo's regrets finally outweighed his ambitions, and he stopped with a trembling huff. "Lash, you were right. This is more of a nightmare than I expected. Let's turn around and call it a day. I've seen more than enough, I think," he apologized to his companion. "I'm sorry I doubted you. I was just so curious. I thought we were ready... and I was wrong."

Lash gave his partner a cocky I-told-you-so look and shook himself. Then he turned around in a flash, taking Yundo's suggestion as immediate advice, and plodded off in the opposite direction, away from the tower and away from the growing crowds of nightmare creatures. His lizard's exaggerated walk cracked the slugcat up, and he chuckled for the first time in hours. Lash really didn't want to be here, did he? Admittedly, that was an obvious fact since lizards were deadly afraid of vultures, and this place was teeming with those birds. Right now, only Lash's love for his slugcat kept him here, the love for his own prey. This futile mission had been a fool's errand from the get-go, but at least it had shown Yundo just how much his companion was willing to do for him. Not that he wanted to exhaust the credit he had with his big boy. He was sure that even Lash had a limit at some point.

"Wait! Lash! Give me a second to catch up!" Yundo snickered and stumbled after his pink lizard. However, when Lash looked back at him to check on him, the expression on his face turned from a carefree joy to utter terror. An instinctive hiss rushed from the reptile's throat, and his body instantly switched to combat mode, the usually well-hidden spines on his back rising as he shivered with horrified fury. 

Yundo's happiness slipped. Why was Lash so upset all of a sudden? An ear-splitting smack rang in his ears as a pink and black flash emerged beside him. The slugcat tore his head around and discovered the nodular, throbbing appendage of a daddy long legs' tendril, several bulbous orbs attached to a central spine, and it glistened with sticky slime. It was obviously on the search for some delicious prey. His heart stopped, and he cried out, only for his cry to falter abruptly as another tendril slammed right across his body.

The slugcat's brain pumped his body full of combat hormones to prepare him for a fight, and time slowed down around him. Yundo felt the impact of the tentacle in every horrifying detail, felt the grasp of every sticky blob. His natural slippery coating managed to initially reject the beast's grip, but as soon as it recognized him as prey, it ejected a profuse load of adhesive and captured him for good. Incredible forces acted on the little male's body as the daddy long legs tried to reel him in. In a last-ditch attempt to break free, Yundo grabbed every piece of rubble he could find, wrapping his paws, feet, and tail around the terrain, but he was only delaying the inevitable. That creature was much stronger than he was, and it simply wouldn't let go.

Looking up, Yundo noticed that Lash had come closer. There was anger in his growls and desperation in his eyes, his teeth gnashing and snapping as he tried to bite the monster's tentacle, tear through it and sever it. But despite his determination to save him, the lizard didn't pull through. Lash was simply too afraid of the much larger predator. A third tendril smacked onto the ground, landing right next to Lash and making him bounce. The slugcat watched the near-miss and gasped. His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, the world stood still. Yundo knew that he was expendable and could rely on his rebirth, if it didn't happen too often, but if his lizard died, it was over. When he was gone, he was gone forever. 

"Lash! No! Get away from it! Run! Run as far as you can!" Yundo screamed, his voice swelling to a storm before it cracked. "Leave me behind and go back! I will survive, no matter what, but you... won't." Emotions welled up within him; tears filled his eyes as his companion simply refused to flee. Two more tendrils smacked the ground and moved closer and closer to the hissing and growling reptile. "Run, for fuck's sake! I need you to live! Please..." The slugcat's voice abruptly stopped when the daddy long legs finally managed to pry him from the rubble and pull him in. The world spun around him, his vision blurred, but he saw with a glimmer of hope that Lash had turned and was fleeing the scene. The stubborn lizard had done it; he had heeded his plea and escaped the tentacled nightmare. He would live.

But for Yundo, all hope was lost. He didn't even fight it anymore, falling limp in the tendril's grip and giving up. The slimy appendage pulled him around a corner, and the slugcat received a prime view of the ugly predator. It was a black mess of thick, bulging orbs that had clumped into a giant, spherical heap, throbbing and convulsing like a beating heart. The glistening ball of balls was studded with pink, glowing crosses, the nightmare's primitive, immobile eyes. This was the closest he had ever been to a daddy long legs, and it was as fascinating as it was frightening. It looked so primitive and rudimentary. It didn't even have a mouth or any similar opening to eat its prey, and yet it was one of the most effective predators in the world. 

Moments later, the slugcat learned why the monster didn't need a mouth to eat him. It simply rammed his little body against one of the many gaps between his blobs, shoving and pushing him deeper as the blobs retreated to make room for the squishy, squirmy food. Wet squelches, uncomfortable heat, and crushing pressure engulfed him as he was thrust into the nightmare's interior. It was stuffy and incredibly musky, rank with a mixture of smells he had never experienced before. The odors weren't revolting but unbelievably strong and quickly numbed his mind. 

Yundo knew that this was the end of him, at least for now. He hoped that the monster would take his life quickly. The sooner he died, the less he had to suffer, and the sooner he could reincarnate and begin his journey to return to Lash and then the scavengers.

In fact, death was the thing he feared the least. It was the uncertainty about everything else that worried him. Would the monster digest him straight away, would it carry him to its hive wherever that might be, store him among other prey, or just torture him for the fun of it? The few rumors and stories he had heard about the daddy long legs didn't really encourage him. Some claimed it would only take a second to die in the belly of this beast, while others spoke of a tedious digestion process that took hours to complete. And then, there were the tales of those who had never returned. The looming nightmare of being kept alive to serve this creature forever. A few more seconds passed, but not much happened, and Yundo braced himself for a much longer stay. 

It was dark inside the belly of the beast, and despite his enhanced vision and huge eyes, the slugcat couldn't see what was happening around him. So he had to rely on his other senses to get a consistent picture of his surroundings. It was humid and warm, and aside from the heavy pressure of the undulating stomach walls, it was surprisingly comfortable. There was no pain or the numbing tingle of digestive acids decomposing him. However, the treacherous peace wouldn't last and he soon noticed the squirming and wriggling of countless smaller tendrils around him. They behaved much like worm grass, slithering around his body and exploring him with shameless curiosity, poking and prodding any available crack and opening. Some of the tentacles coiled around his limbs and tail, restraining him with excessive force. He almost expected them to rip him apart and tear him to shreds until he was ready to be consumed. Unfortunately, the beast didn't even grant him that kind of cruel but swift end. Instead, the tendrils began to focus on his actual orifices, squirming and trashing against his anus, slit, and muzzle.

The slugcat mustered the last of his fading energy to keep his lips sealed and bar the slimy, writhing wormlings from penetrating his mouth, but there was nothing he could do about his other two holes. Several squirming tendrils invaded his slit, coiling and sliding around his sheathed penis, and before too long, a single tendril even found its way to his urethra. His eyes widened as it rammed right into the narrow channel, breached through his bladder sphincter, and pushed deep into his bladder. The sheer violence of the act made him reel with discomfort, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't scream and desperately kept his muzzle clamped shut. 

The tendrils at his asshole had it even easier, and six of them slid into him without much effort. However, they didn't penetrate him very far. In fact, the monster didn't even add more, which surprised the slugcat. It wasn't until the prehensile worms curled and hooked into his tissue that he realized they were just harbingers of something bigger. They loosened his sphincter and pulled him open with unrelenting force, turning his ring into a huge, gaping abyss, ready to take whatever else the beast had in store. Yundo squirmed and struggled against the restraints, but there was nothing he could do.

The slugcat's feeble resistance crumbled entirely when a new kind of tentacle joined the game. This was the reason why the smaller ones had prepared him with such diligence. The tendril was just as big and thick as the ones the nightmare used for walking and catching prey, just without the sticky beads on its end. With little hesitation, it slid up to Yundo's anus and penetrated him with a fierce thrust. But even after all the stretching and preparation, he was still too tight, and the tentacle got stuck halfway in. With a nasty slurp, it pulled back, only to drill back in with increased force, over and over again, battering and breaking him open with unbridled violence. The assault shook his body and mind, his composure slipped, and he cried out in despair.

This was the opening the vile creature had been waiting for. Four more little tendrils slid into Yundo's muzzle and pulled it open before he could close it again. A fifth with a strangely gooey tip slithered down his throat, pushing through his storage sack and deep into his stomach before pouring a strange liquid into him. Within seconds, a hot numbness engulfed him, and the surging pain from the anal ruination faded.

Finally, a sixth wormling invaded his trachea, blocking his breath. At first, Yundo rejoiced with defeated joy. Hopefully, that dumb creature would just choke him to death. A terrible way to go, but it would ultimately grant him freedom from this nightmare in little more than five minutes. Besides, he would pass out much sooner, and the less he had to endure his situation, the better.

However, things got worse before they could get better. The monster kept Yundo's throat sealed with its tendrils, stifling his breath and his screams while it utterly destroyed his ass with its monstrous appendage. The tendril pumped his rectum with savage thrusts, slowly but surely forcing its way deeper into his body, breaking him in inch by inch. Yundo's skin and flesh creaked and stretched, his abdomen grossly bulging again and again as the massive tentacle battered through his translucent, milky flesh. He was glad he couldn't see and could barely feel what was happening. It would have been a harrowing sight. Besides, dazed by the fluid in his stomach and the initial stages of oxygen deprivation, the slugcat cared less and less about his dire situation. Despite the ridiculous ravaging, there was no pain, and Lash wasn't here to witness his desecration either. 

As Yundo's mind drifted off into garbled chaos, his final thoughts were devoted to his scaly lizard companion. A gentle wave of comfort enveloped the slugcat's troubled brain. If his companion wasn't here with him, in the belly of the beast, it probably -- hopefully -- meant that he had successfully made his way to safety. His beloved reptile was alive, and soon, when this whole mess was over, they would meet again. Yes, that was a comforting thought to cling to when everything faded to black.

Unfortunately, the sweet relief of unconsciousness refused to come, and poor Yundo didn't understand how this sentient blob of vileness did it. His lungs were empty, and his brain was a mushy mess, but he wouldn't pass out. The tendril in his windpipe was providing him with air! A trickle just enough to keep him from blacking out, and yet so little that he perpetually teetered on the edge, strangely elated by his disturbing situation and the lack of oxygen. It was clear that the daddy long legs wanted to keep him awake, but why? Why did he have to witness the abuse? Why did he have to experience the tendrils violating and raping his body? To make matters worse, the tendril in his stomach was joined by four more, all of them pounding his throat with reckless abandon.

The tentacles around his limbs tightened even more, cutting into his flesh and holding him perfectly still while his body was ravaged and defiled. Yundo couldn't scream, he couldn't whimper, he couldn't struggle, and he didn't even have the strength to curl a single toe or finger. The only sign of his distress was the tears that flowed from his large dark eyes.

Stimulated by the savage rutting, even his own body betrayed him. The slugcat couldn't see his cock swell and rise, but he could feel it throbbing with tainted lust. He felt the monster slither its tendrils around his erection and jerk him with vicious strokes. It used his own arousal against him to further degrade his fragile, weak mind and force him into submission.

Soon, his tears dried up, and he was no more than a trembling husk. At some point, his battered body gave in to the stimulation, and he experienced the most regrettable climax he had ever had. It was worse than cumming for the nasty scavengers at the toll gate, much worse. The beast didn't even allow him the pleasure of ejaculation, keeping a tentacle inside his urethra and making his semen leak into his bladder instead. It also didn't stop at a single orgasm, as the monster coaxed out one after another with cruel, frightening precision, milking him for all he was worth.

An eternity passed, hours or maybe even days? Yundo was trapped in permanent twilight, unable to sleep during the relentless penetration. Then, something changed. At first, the slugcat didn't even notice, his brain wholly entranced by pleasure and arousal. But bit by bit, his depraved lust faded away, his mind cleared, and he realized that the creature had stopped its battering and thrusting. It had pulled out all tentacles, and he could catch his breath under his own power again. Admittedly, the air was still full of the beast's pungent odors but still better than nothing. Though, he still couldn't feel his own body. It was just a tingling, numb mess. What was this unexpected, faulty mercy? The penetration had ended, but it still held him in an iron grip. What was the monster up to now?

The slugcat's body began to move. The daddy long legs was pulling him out of its tight core, forcefully yanked him through an opening in its stomach wall, and out into the blinding light. A glimmer of hope blossomed in Yundo's heart. Had it had enough of him? Would it return him to the world? Freedom at last? But as his eyes adapted to the dim purple haze of the new place, he realized that the nightmare wasn't over, far from it. Of course, why had he hoped for anything else? The slugcat hung limply from the monstrosity's tendrils, suspended in a dark chamber and surrounded by throbbing, pulsating walls of black, glistening flesh. Everything was covered by the same blobs and orbs that composed his tormentor. The air was musty and rank with the smell of the gigantic creature that had claimed the place, and the bio-luminescent glow of its purple cross-eyes was the only source of light in this forsaken place. This organism must be a proto, the origin of the corrupted Rot, the mystical place from which the daddy long legs were born. The slugcat shivered, and even though he had no idea what would happen next, he had a sneaking suspicion that it would be far worse than anything he had experienced so far.

The beast moved Yundo closer to the living wall, the myriad orbs of black flesh, and the organism reacted to his presence with an excited tremor, a jiggle rippling through the disgusting overgrowth. The balls right in front of Yundo split like a crude muzzle and stretched out, protruding and eager to devour him. In truth, his brief moment of freedom was nothing more than a transfer from one monster's belly to another. Still paralyzed from his long ordeal, his limbs and muscles refusing to work, and his mind a fuzzy blur, the slugcat accepted his new fate in apathy. At least, the proto-organism welcomed him with much less violent force than the blobby predator, pulling him in with a gentle, almost affectionate tenderness. The interior of its stomach was surprisingly spacious, softly illuminated, and pleasantly warm. A new set of tendrils slithered around his body, but it barely restrained him, holding him in a loose grip and allowing him to stretch a bit. The lack of aggression and excessive force stunned the male. However, the longer he thought about it, the more sense it made. Right now, he was trapped in a living chamber, surrounded by countless sentient blobs and hidden tentacles. He couldn't escape from this place, so there was no need to restrain him properly.

As if his situation couldn't have become more hopeless.

Since his captor gave him so much leeway, Yundo took the opportunity to examine his own battered body. Running his paw over his skin, he clearly felt the scars, cuts, and ridges where the daddy long legs had constricted his limbs. His throat was sore from the endless penetration, loose and stretched, gaping all the way down. He was pretty sure he could've shoved a paw into his muzzle and tickled the insides of his own stomach if he tried. Not that he actually wanted to try that. Just the idea sent a shiver down his spine. However, his muzzle's ordeal was barely worth mentioning compared to the stuff his ass had gone through. Probing the rim of his insanely distended asshole, he could clearly picture the gaping abyss it had become. It was stretched wide enough to fit an entire slugcat, and he didn't even want to know how far the abyss reached. Judging by the still bulging skin of his belly, halfway up his torso. He had taken Lash's huge hemi-penises, the dicks of four scavengers, and the tendrils of a patch of sexually insatiable worm grass, but never had he been so thoroughly ruined. In fact, the damage done to his torn ass was so severe that he feared it would never recover. 

Suddenly, a few more tendrils embraced his body. Yundo flinched and whimpered, fully expecting to receive treatment even worse than the one before. But the wicked organism only massaged his broken flesh and rubbed his arms and legs with surprising care. It almost seemed like it felt sorry about the harsh capture and tried to make up for all the abuse he had gone through. But that was not possible. The slugcat was pretty sure that he was imagining things here. That creature couldn't possibly feel sorry for him or have any feelings at all, right? It just existed to feed and reproduce, which made him ponder the same question he had had inside the daddy long legs: What was his purpose in this place? Even after minutes of gentle stroking and patting, the monster didn't make any attempts at eating him. There were no digestive fluids, and it wasn't violently tearing him apart. Was it storing him for later consumption?

The slugcat's question wouldn't remain unanswered for long. A thick, heavy tentacle popped out of the black, fleshy wall and slithered its way through the dusky chamber. However, unlike all other tendrils, its tip wasn't a narrow taper but a blunt dome with a cross-shaped recess cut into it. The thing undulated and squirmed for a bit longer, drawing closer to Yundo's body and feeling him up. As it slid over his chest, he felt it quiver and jiggle. Finally, the cross-slit cracked open with a wet smack and allowed him to gaze into the damp depths of the hollow tentacle. Its rippled insides surged and billowed in peristaltic waves, carrying forth a shiny and softly glowing sphere. It came closer and closer until it slipped out with a slurp and fell on his chest. 

The curious orb was heavy, warm, and brimming with foreign energy. It was smaller than any of the sentient blobs around Yundo, about the size of his skull, encased in translucent skin, and filled with milky glowing darkness. The soft, slimy sphere was both black and glowing with a calm pink. Hugging it closely, he noticed a very faint throbbing inside, a unique heartbeat that made the alien sphere appear disconcertingly alive.

Slowly, Yundo realized what he was holding in his paws. Nobody had ever told him about it, but he was one hundred percent sure that this was one of the organism's eggs. He didn't know what the creepy cluster needed it for, and he honestly didn't even want to know it. Suddenly, a deeply disturbing suspicion stirred in his mind. He was not food; he was an incubator! Just as he thought this thought, the tendril's orifice wrapped itself around the egg in his arms and sucked it up with a gross slurp, claiming it back for a brief moment before depositing it in a much more suitable orifice. The massive tentacle slithered down his belly in an agonizingly teasing manner. It glided across his slit and soon bumped into his gaping anus. "Oh no, please, don't!" the slugcat croaked, but the organism obviously didn't listen to his feeble objections.

The pressure on Yundo's anus increased, and the tendril thrust into his butt with a lewd smack. He let out a weak groan and began to twitch uncontrollably, tensing in a vain attempt to stop the insertion, but he was too weak. The slimy, wormy appendage unstoppably wriggled its way into his ass, claiming the well-prepared and thoroughly abused hole. Once deep inside, its tip engorged with a sudden jerk and stretched his elastic insides to create a tight seal before it went to work, quivering and jiggling vigorously. The slugcat couldn't see what was happening, but he felt the tip split open and insert the egg he had been holding just moments ago, depositing it deep in his warm, snug belly. 

All stretched and spread, Yundo barely even noticed the new orb inside him, but the tendril's trembling hadn't stopped yet. The organism wasn't satisfied with a single egg, and the tentacle's tip opened, again and again, ejecting egg after egg with dull clunks while lubricating his insides with copious amounts of gooey slime so they could easily slide through his guts. His belly creaked and gurgled as it processed the unnatural filling. Each egg formed its own distinct lump, and he placed his tiny paws on his midriff, stroking the distensions in a mix of perverted fascination and utter horror.

The stuffing never seemed to stop and continued until it reached the physical limits of his body, exploiting Yundo's elasticity to the fullest. His belly was now swollen with dozens of eggs. There were so many that their glow immersed the entire chamber and enough to dwarf his own size. He estimated that the eggs inside him weighed about twice his own weight. A mind-boggling amount that was only barely contained by his taut flesh. 

Finally, the egg-laying tentacle withdrew with a noisy slurp, but the slugcat didn't even notice its departure. His mind was too busy processing the unfathomable size of his repurposed guts. Within less than an hour, he had become the organism's incubator, an asset to assist its recreation, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was too full and heavy to struggle, and any hopes of slipping free and running away were forfeited for good. This was a fate worse than being eaten and digested, and yet, it was about to get even worse.

While Yundo's belly was bursting at the seams, the insatiable creature had other orifices at its disposal. Fortunately, it didn't claim his muzzle, but it unceremoniously prepared his urethra for a fate he didn't even want to think about. It pushed thin tendrils into his narrow channel, vigorously undulating and twisting them to loosen him up. The stimulation got the slugcat hard and erect in no time, his glowing taper throbbing and rock-hard as it bulged with its writhing contents. Step by step, the monster increased the size, girth, and strength of its tentacles, spending several hours stretching Yundo's urethra until it finally achieved what the slugcat thought and still desperately hoped was impossible. His peehole was stretched wider than ever before. An orifice that was only meant to be traversed by urine and cum was finally wide enough to take one of the creature's eggs. At least, that seemed to be its plan when the egg-laying tentacle returned and bumped against his gaping peehole.

"Please, I-I can't take it anymore," Yundo muttered as the massive tendril squeezed into his sorry taper. Formerly a beautiful, opalescent cone, narrow at the tip and thick at the root, it was now nothing more than a hollow, stretched tube. 

The tentacle opened, and Yundo felt every single twitch and undulation as he anxiously anticipated the inevitable release of more skull-sized eggs. The twitching intensified and culminated when the first massive orb slipped through his sorry urethra. The pressure overwhelmed the slugcat, and he succumbed to the relentless, excruciating stimulation. His body tensed up, and he came hard, squirting his cum against the egg and ironically lubricating its passage down his cock and into his bladder. Of course, his tight bladder sphincter didn't yield to the intruder, but it was nothing excessive force couldn't overcome. The massive tentacle pulled back an inch only to slam back in and push against the egg until it passed into his bladder. Engulfed in semen and urine, it found a unique resting spot, stretching and stimulating all nerve endings inside Yundo's bladder at once. Never before had the slugcat needed to pee so urgently.

However, the perverse, disturbing insertion accomplished what hours of near-asphyxiation and ravaging had not. Yundo's overstimulated, overloaded brain finally gave up and blessed him with the graceful relief of unconsciousness. His vision faded to black, and he was gone.

Unfortunately, when the slugcat woke up, he was still in the same place. He hadn't died, and his gargantuan, egg-stuffed belly was still there, full and heavy, overshadowing everything. While he had been out of commission, the proto-organism had inserted two tentacles into his throat. One pulsated gently, dribbling something warm and soothing into his stomach; the other was stuck in his wind-pipe, supplying him with musty air. Both were keeping him alive, whether he wanted them or not. Yundo sluggishly reached for the tendrils and tried to pull them out, but as soon as he tugged at them, other appendages coiled around his arms and stopped him. The creature obviously didn't want him to meddle with its plans, and there was nothing else he could do. This was his new purpose, and he would have to get used to it for better or worse.

With a defeated grunt, Yundo looked at his body and pondered his fate. His belly was still swollen with eggs, but at least the lumps had gone done, the orbs had settled, and his skin had finally gotten used to the immense stretching. The slugcat wondered how long it would take for the eggs to hatch. Would they even hatch? And did it matter? Once he had given birth to his first batch, one way or the other, the organism would undoubtedly add a second. Rinse and repeat forever. He also felt like it had gotten hotter in the stuffy chamber because he was sweating profusely, and his entire body was glowing with excess energy. All sensations combined, Yundo felt as if he had eaten the largest meal of his life, and he soon became drowsy.

Sleep was the only blessing the slugcat received in his new life. Every second he spent unconscious was one he didn't have to spend enduring this never-ending ordeal, and every second he spent dreaming was a blessing. Even when he was awake, he usually kept his eyes closed so he wouldn't have to stare at the wall of pink cross-eyes that scrutinized him with unblinking, unwavering patience. The little male wanted it to stop, but deep down he knew it would never be over.

Hours passed, perhaps days, weeks, or more? Yundo had lost all sense of time when he awoke to a fascinating sight and realization. While everything else always remained the same, he noticed that he was changing. His belly was shrinking, getting smaller and smaller with each cycle, while his limbs, tail, and waist were getting considerably fatter. All the days before, he had dismissed it as a hallucination of his twisted, broken brain, but now, no matter how he looked at it, he came to only one reasonable conclusion: The eggs had lost the battle against his digestive system. The signs were too obvious to dismiss: The missing egg lumps, his shrunk belly, and thickened limbs were undoubtedly the result of him digesting the entirety of the monster's eggs. A hint of a smile slipped on Yundo's lips. He had lost everything else, but he had won this fight. He would never become a carrier of the Rot's eggs. His body had prevailed!

Eventually, the slugcat's captor noticed the unfortunate development of its eggs. Tendrils writhed around Yundo's body, taking measurements of the growth process and returning unsatisfying results, and the organism tried to combat the destruction of the first batch by adding another. The egg-laying tentacle reemerged from the wall and dumped more eggs into his belly but this time, the organism always kept an additional, fluid-spewing appendage in his rectum, showering the eggs with plenty of anti-digestive enzymes. Yundo hadn't felt much happiness recently, but he rejoiced with a muffled cheer when the second batch failed as well. Even the specially coated eggs inevitably turned into a nutritious slurry to be absorbed and processed by his body.

Freedom approached Yundo during his sleep. A sudden jerk pulled him out of his uneasy slumber, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the tentacles were carrying through the chamber. The maw that had swallowed him split open, giving him a glimpse of the outside world. The sight wasn't spectacular, all he saw were walls of pulsating and throbbing proto-orbs, but it was liberating in a sense because it was different from his tight, oppressive holding cell.

Finally, the tentacles heaved him out through the opening. Rather unceremoniously, with a single forceful hurl, the monster released him and flung him across the hall. As gracefully as a wingless vulture, Yundo's fattened body careened through the air and crashed into a bunch of squirming nodules. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, and he just lay there for hours, weak and immobile, sleeping and dozing, but the bustling surface left him alone. There were no more attempts to grab him and reel him in, no more attempts to breed him or digest him. In fact, the organism's blobs even retreated when he reached out with his arms and tail as if they feared his presence. In the weirdest and most strenuous process imaginable, he had shown the proto-organism who was superior.

With excruciating effort, Yundo pulled himself back onto his feet and began to walk. Step by step, stripped of all his natural grace and elegance, he plodded across the ocean of shimmering black and pink bulbs. The slugcat had no fixed destination in mind; he wasn't even sure where he was. He only wanted to escape this wretched place. Reaching one of the overgrown walls, he sluggishly climbed it, moving from side to side until he found an exit among the wriggling orbs. With a last effort, he pulled himself through the living mess and entered a blissfully empty and dead hallway. Never in his life had he felt so relieved to be surrounded by black steel and dull concrete. Unfortunately, his legs simply couldn't balance his bloated body anymore and refused to carry him. So he dropped back on all fours and continued to crawl onward. Minutes turned hours as he aimlessly scrambled and slid through the darkness. Gradually, his tired mind lost track of his position, and soon, he was trapped again. After suffering in the belly of that vile organism, he was now stuck in the dark, labyrinthine underbelly of a vast building.

But all he wanted was freedom! He didn't care if he lived or died! He just wanted to return to Lash! Why wouldn't this hell let him go?

Thankfully, after tormenting him for days on end, fate finally had mercy on the stricken slugcat. His odyssey came to a temporary end when he found a shelter. Strange red lights illuminated its entrance, promising at least one night of absolute safety and rest. Yundo wasted no time, simply took the opportunity and squeezed through the shaft, sliding into the shelter's belly. Once inside, he activated the locking mechanism and sealed it shut. Comforting silence and darkness enveloped him. There was no more wet squelching and smacking, no more irritating odors, no more tendrils restraining his limbs, and no more eerie pink glow from never-resting eyes.

Yundo still didn't know where he was, but at least he was free from that nightmare. A comforting solace and, for the moment, all that mattered. Finally, he could get some sleep, and tomorrow, when he was well-rested and fully awake, he would surely figure out where to go. His consciousness faded, and he slipped into the most comfortable and peaceful sleep in a long time. There were no dreams, only blissful darkness.