Myth of Ebb, Swallowed Sky Written by Septia. The gate, creaked. The princesses stood up, eager. “Welcome back,” Weichi said. “Have you come to a fair treaty?” Phidel's head poked through the opening, long with an increasing number of tendrils crawling over the gate. “Oh, we certainly have…” The princesses beamed in joy. “Of course, it is rather easy to do so… when your demands are unopposed,” Phidel's voice grew in volume to a proper scream at the final word. A barrage of her slithering form slamming open the gate and thrusting herself around the throne. -Bwwhhngngsh- her breasts flopped along lagging behind her, -Chhgbrllrpsgsh- but something, much bigger, sloughed even slower. -Ghhrbrbgslgsh- Her abdomen laid engorged, bloated beyond its limits, wide and rolling with droves of skin sailing across the disturbed dome. An aura encased the deity, a glow of desires fulfilled and limits unlatched. Phidel held out a tendril to halt the princesses confusion. -Bhhruurgaaaaaalalalps- her faux vocal chords morphing gruelling, dredging tones of a guttural grin in a bellowing plume of gullet smog, from her rippling lips sprayed a collection of feathers, soaring through the air momentarily before slumping, wilted and laced with drool and black tar. “Whaa-pha bwha-… whauaa?” Weichi stammered. “W-whwe h-h-how b-b-but.” Phidel grinned, her pupils constricting and the cracks of her mouth fractured wider up her cheeks’ entrenches of tendrils. Her laughter echoed through the hall as she stomped to the center, in front of the throne. Her gut wagged and -Shstltlpgsuh- sloughed along the sways of her hips, recoiling and rippling along the surface at her powerful stride. “I do have, one question. My first question, to you pathetic, divine excuse for blow-up golems, is…,” She held her arms over her stomach, then sprawled out wide, throwing her limbs outwards as her tail supported her weight, “Where is your god now?” she announced to the aether above, cackling with the churn of an ocean and the blood lust of the sea. The princesses immediately flared out their plumage, opening up all sight. Wenidi reflectively zipped it back together so fast it collided with the crack of a whip, palms clutching over her mouth. “Mmpghs, amwgmpwtthgh.” The things she had seen, buried within Phidel's stomach, marinating, melting… dissolving… She fell to the floor and hawked, retching as she clutched her stomach. Weichi couldn't stop looking, lip trembling, jaw dropped, as she stared into the monster's gut. “Y-you. But y-you were.” “Oh zip your mouth with a rusted needle, you freak-,” the voice dropped to a gruesome broil at that word, “=of nature. That isn't how you address, youfmmfs a, your new goddess,” She grinned, a collection of tendrils weaving across her stomach in a lattice patterns, clenching it taught together and kneading along the faint lumps within. Granulating the god inside with the horrific crunch -Whaglptshsa- and gurgle -Ghrrlslpghsghs- of a herd of bovine forced down a mud submerged grinder. “B-but,” Weichi didn't believe it, she wouldn't, she.. Couldn't. There was nothing to foresee, there was no future, “You cantata- h-harm-..” “I cannot harm a god?” Phidel asked and strode forth, her feet morphing between pads and a swarm of tendrils, as if she was unable to contain their excitement as he hoist up the golem. “Take a look for yourself,” She said, her grin widening to distort and morph her face around it, the opening swelling into a round pit, a tunnel down the depths of her form. Of writhing tentacles, sharp serrated edges and glimmering scales. Weichi stared down, transfixed, but as she looked, there was no bottom, there was no Muwunu, there was only… waves. “Th-the sea weaved of void…” -Bhruhaaalalpro- Phidel belched a humid monsoon over the golem's face, slathering her in flagellated clumps of gunk. “I chugged down a good chunk of it, for weeks I have been close to bursting open, but,” She cried, she, then chuckled, pushing Weichi to her gut, feeling the clay face multiform mould into her stomach, kneading her into the profusely engorged orb of a gut, “It is worth it, feeling that tyrant melt in the prison he sealed me into,” The 'me' screeched forth with a gleam of amber in her eyes and heaven her voice that hurled up a smattering of feathers and seashells onto Weichi, as she hung in front of the goddess of the depths. “To think… it would be his doom,” She mused, her face moulding back to the guise of beauty, and she let only one tentacle hang around Weichi's neck, dropping her down with the slick limb as a noose. “Even gods can perish, you pitiful freaks have just yet to witness it, but I'll give you as good a look as you would ever want, front row seat to your horny father putrefying into dung.” the word 'dung' emphasizes with the crashing the hornn of a storm and crack of thunder, as Phidel let Weichi drop to the floor. “s-sister.” Wenidi wheezed between convulsions. “Weichi only stared at her. “Wenidi shuddered, looking her sister in the eyes. “C-… Can we dream?” The two had witnessed dreams of mortals, even of other gods. But… Weichi's head slumped to he ground. “W- Wenidi shook her head, the answer unsatisfactory. -Ghhrrkglplgshgrlslpth- The groans and clenches of the stomach interrupted her, leaving her clamping her palms over her ears. “Phidel strode up to her, “Is that the way to treat your waste of a father? Oh, I think I feel him wanting to tell you something,” she said, and crouched above the fallen golem. -PPGhrhllrsb- her insides groaning, bubbling in profuse groans. -PPPbrrhrhrhwprpprprltfrrbth- a bout of flatulence rippled through her cheeks and sent her tendrils rattling, the toxic brine of a mutilated god polluting the air around Wenidi, making the princess cry of desperation and dread, all whilse Phidel savoured every vibration the gale made course through her body, eyes rolling up into her head. “Mmwaawam aawmg, oooh yeah… listen to daddy, why don't you,” She sneered with lust drooling down her words, standing tall to watch the pathetic excuse for an omniscient being, -Thwhto- and kicked her to the side of the chamber. “YHGhagah,” she cried in pain, her body feeling nothing, but her essence oozing with torment. “-Wenidi,” Weichi mumbled, unable to seat herself, as Phidel strode up to her, each step the gut bobbed -Swjtjpgstsuhs- and reminded her of the sight. A tendril curled under her chin, tilting her upwards. “Sad? You know he will be part of you forever, and, the fool gave up his sight for you. Had he still kept that, I would not have had such an easy time dominating the bastard,” she wheezed through her teeth, sea form blooming between the crevices of her molars and dropping onto the princess. Phidel's lips closed to a smile. “Perhaps I can cheer you up,” she said, and rose to her knees, cradling her stomach and heaving it out of the way, “I saw you looking, as if you had never actually seen a cock before,” she mused as her member laid exposed before the princess, growing stiff, pounding with the beat of the deity's heart, stiff and sturdy, the cock head as big as her own head. “Come , be the bitch that bastard wanted to be… daddy's just a lump of holy dung, he won't know you…” then she looked deep into her many eyes, “Love, to smooch, my fat, hot, hard-on.” The words resonated with Weichi's essence, moulding her to its whim. She had lost, so much, there was no future, there was no past, there was only… this… beauty, in front of her. This, broad hunk of flesh she reached out to, and felt the soggy touch of it under her fingers. It was, she pulled her fingers to and fro, and felt little tethers of slime woven between them. It was… tactile. Real. It wasn't just a vision of something far down in the realm, it was here… she could touch and feel it, how… how close to reality had she ever been before this, had she… even… ever been? “Y-yes.” Weichi mumbled, fingers shaking. “Bury your cute face in that cock you soulless slut,” Phidel urged. “Y-yes.” “Just a little smooch, then you'll never want to go back…” “Y-yes…” Wenidi trembled, shaking, shuffled up enough, spreading her plume to see her sister, nearing the throbbing mass of the goddess's member. “W-Weichi, p-please n-no-.” “Yes… fmmffps…” Weichi mumbled, muted as her lips planted onto the cock, and her body trembled as she began to service it, slathering it in spreading, plastering drool across its surface, and sucking it back up with small, lithe, intimate kisses. “Memphis, aaah, ah yeah, you can be a good girl -urhrhrasslllp- too…” Weichi let her lips saunter over the steaming skin, feeling semi-transluscent goo cool and gum onto her lips in droves, the ripples of the throbs through the mast, and the jolts of strange sensations spiralling through her mind. It was unlike any sensations she had observed from standing at the palace balcony. She had seen others do it, though in applying it herself, she only gave small kisses, and instinctively licked up anywhere her drool pooled, tongue brushing against the slobbered surface and tainting her mouth with the prickly peppers of lust. “Pissant, you canfmfs do better, or weren't you grown enough for the bastard to mount yet? You'd think he'd be all over your asses after the first few hundred years, I know I would rut you hollow,” Phidel mused and growled as she bumped her cock head onto Weichi's face, heavy -Sthhtspwp- thrust caving in a small dent in her cheek. “Mmfws, mwmfpsh…” She mumbled, spreading her lips wider over the cock, moaning. “Mmmfs, aw yeahyeaeaah,” Phidel growled with guttural -Ghrbrg-ghsltpshgs- growls coursing through her gullet all the way down to the stewing orb of an abdomen. “Come on now, come here you prissy spoiled stain,” she huffed and shuffled backwards, up towards the shell, leading Weichi with her cock tantalizingly close, so the new goddess could take her claim to her seat, leaning back into the pearl throne as her back split in tendrils to coil around it. “They stole this too, mfms, sweet home, mfms. Come on now and wrap your lips over that meat, mulching your lunp of a father into filth is giving me a reeal hard-on,” she belched forward words with lips splitting in the glee of the abyssal depths. In the corner Wenidi watched as the usurper ascended to the throne with her own sister busily smooching and salivating at their cock, “So suck my dick, you pissant excuse for pottery practice,” she howled and slammed a hand at the back of Weichi's face, squeezing her down against the dick, as the seating position let her stomach billow forth and pin the girl's head down onto the plump member. Weichi felt the weight of the stomach moulding over her head, pushing in further, broadening her lips around the member to fit as much of the tip as she could, which was a pitiful amount… she heard the mulching growls of digestion and a crashing sea above her, without breaking stride in her attempts to please this hunk of packed inflated meat. She was mesmerized, lost, all of her meaning evaporated, and her efforts focused to plunge at the cock with better kisses, suckles, and smacks, feeling the whole gut wobbling from her dedication, harder, harder… “Fine then, if that's the best you got, than my dick can suck better than you,” Phidel hissed, and Weichi opened her eyes to see the cock pit cleared apart by tendrils, as she was already dunking herself towards it… -Kkkrlrptshshthch-. Wenidi watched her sister's head stuck into the cock, for or a moment the cock slit teetered halfway down Weichi's face, and she could see her form her mouth to speak, just before it -Shthtlsph- suckled up to her neck. The grind of clay like meat growing to a choir as the cock rumbled, throbbed and thrust forwards, the slit cleaving over Weichi's shoulder to wedge into the pit, crumpled by the pressure. “Mfms aawah hehck yeahs afmfss, that is a feels mmf, s much better.” -Bhruruaaalalpagphth- She burped out a noxious cloud, reflective specks soaring through the air along with molten feathers, -Chhglrlpsghs- the stomach constricting and moulding under the pressure as Phidel's cock stiffened and jerked with Weichi standing, her arms pinned to her sides and feet teetering on the floor for balance. “Mfmhgaha, aaah, that is ya dad kid, fmsm, congratulating you, cheering you on as you worm your way into in a position of cock food down my dick,” She growled, the foaming and crashing of waves resonating with her words as her cock twitched, each tug Shwhtkpsth- dragging in more of the former princess. -Shhths- -Wthwpts- -Shthstpsh-. Wenidi raised an arm towards her sister. “W-wei… p—please, I-I 'ms s-sorry,” she heaved out on strained, frail tones, watching the cock swell with the bulb of her compacted sister. But she hoped… she had to, if she could only she could reach… “Fmmfs, aoofh yeah down the hatch with you,” Phidel howled, tentacles sprouting from her cockhole around Weichi's body, more limbs than Wenidi could ever muster. They coiled around her legs, squeezing her thighs, and wrapping around her feet -Whthtpsh- and reeled her in. One pull and she was down to her rear. Two more tugs, the cock budging and swelling at the brim, her legs flailing anciently to be constricted by tendrils until… one pull -Chwhttlptshgshts- and like a cork from a bottle in the river, Weichi popped inside the prison of flesh. Wenidi laid frozen in her slumped pose. Weichi was a lump, a bloat down a dark dick, swelling out patches of pale flesh and deep cyan and gray veins, as it smoothened out from the tip toward its base, disappearing under the curtain of the Goddess's stuffed abdomen, and deposited down her swelling jewels. -Ghhtrppgbsthsl-. Wenidi saw it in her minds eye, again and again. The lump comprising the vague shape of Weichi's contorted body barrelling down the cock with its surface warping around her like rubber, the grinds and smears of liquids compressed around her echoing out through the throne room, the bulge receding, deflating, … until she vanished down into the hanging orbs below. Gone. “Mgms, awwa yheah heck she is boiling fast, hey, golem girl, eye taint, wanna come jerk your sister out my dick? She is brewing mmuup fms, some wicked cock batter in there.” Wenidi said nothing. “More of a voyeur, huh? Fmfs, aaah yeah, thyou do you mfms, you could get a glimpse of her melting away into sludge if you mfmfs, are quick about it, get a mfmfs, real close look at daddy and sissy meltingfms together,” Phidel huffed, more arms clutching over her gut, squeezing it flat under her arm and forcing it to billow out in her grasp. Her stomach… smoothened, without impediment of anything, solid. Wenidi's mouth shaped sentences, then single words, and as Phidel kept jerking herself off and stirring the bloats smooth down her balls… she could barely even manage single letters. “Gaffs, fmms, oh yeha I feel her drooping in there, she is gonna clean outmfms my balls likfe mfmm fmpaghth, oh the brat is already gms,” Phidel hissed, clenching her teeth and moaning as she dedicated more and more tendrils and appendages to her cock, legs folding around it and thrusting it hard, cock positioning high and stirring with building latent pressure… “Mfmf mfwmaf mfPWahhaaaaawwgh,” She howled. Mouths opening across her body, hollering in a gutter-slum harmony as her cock swelled, bulges rolling back up along the shaft. For a moment, Wenidi could see the shape of her sister inside the bulges, coming back up… -Sppthtssfllfptush.- then as it reached the apex of the meat mound, it ejected as nothing but a blooming heap of gray cock mud. -Sptpltsths- Ropes of gunk flung from the slit, glistening in gossamer as globular nets of the raw steaming spunk erupted, globs hitting the ceiling of the palace and all the more just hanging, suspended in the air… Wenidi's eyes scanned them all, searching for a glimpse of her sister in the congruent, uniform load of liquid lust. She gasped for a breath, the volume of spunk too much at once, and unfurled her plumage to see… but was unable to exhale, as she saw, nothing. -Spthghsths- -Spthgbths- The dollops of dick phlegm splattered over the floor, a fountain of heated glue billowing through Phidel's dick, and painting the floor with solidifying slime. “Mmmgaap haa, fresh slut, right from mfs the tap, Mmmgsh ah yeah I have waited to beat you into batter so hard, you wouldn’t even understand it little freaks,” she cooed and bent her cock over her stomach -shthpwtsth- cleaving her gut, smooshed on either side of her dick, flattened enough to see that nothing solid remained, the cock bundling up through her breasts as she leaned over to lap at the tip. “Mmf, a little bit of her should get to see daddy again, huh? Isn't that so benevolent of me?” she asked and -Shwrhprhst- suckled a mouthful of spunk from her dick, pulling her lips back with a web of spunk between her lips and meaty shaft, which she slurped in until every thread was coiled up in her engorged cheeks -Wmmghhrmsph- and sunk down in a blob down her gullet. “Mmwphaaa, weak slut, mss, you both taste so bland, but what would I have expected, really?” she grumbled and swatted at her cock, letting it flop back down and send both her stomach and chest jostling from the release of the pent-up tension. Untold bubbles billowed forth as a form around the tip of her cock, forming sticky suds that soaked down towards the floor, with it travelling several scraps of feathers, floof in a chromatic display as decoration to the foam of residual cock sludge. Phidel peered towards Wenidi, who now sat uprights, staring into nothing. Several tongues lapped up the remaining cum on her lips, as she strode up from the throne, and sauntered over, her cock dragging on the floor and leaving a trail of spunk in its path- she even stepped in clumps of spunk from the rendered down Weichi without a thought. She snapped her fingers in front of the princess. “Anyone in there? Pff, as if there ever was you automaton trash, did daddy ever consider the feelings of the whale he sowed you in, hmm? You have seen worse than this, don't kid me girl,” she said and stepped back, gesturing over herself, stomach already… deflated, “You have been forced to stare at this dung head's reign every day.” But still no reaction. “You were the one who let me in, weren't you? Gotta say, the invite meant a lot to me,” she leaned down to be at her level, “I appreciate it,” she said with a grumble of mulched god meat. At this, Wenidi only inhaled further. “Good… least you are still around, but your sister tastes like dirt, with all offense meant, I think you'll be lucky if you even were that appetizing, Mmf, I am feeling rrealah good,” She said with her eyes flaring up at ''real', her whole throat and gullet rippling in a churning chorus followed along. “I'd like to keep you around, keep yo,” she said and cackled in her throat, spinning around and hoisting up her plump bottom, “All the way around…” ~ 1 ~ Wenidi laid stunned by the choices and actions that had lead her to this moment. Phidel blurted into a dark azure blob of menacing taunts and cackles, the princess growing all the more distant. So many ways to prevent it all, or step in, crowded her mind, just out of her reach. -Chhrllsptsh- -Chrhnnnsk- Phidel's brim vibrated in a symphony of crinkles as it sloughed over Wenidi's legs. The demon supported herself with her gut pancaked to the ground, whilst she thread the princess yarn through her umber eye. “Mmgw mphaa, you really still are just clay, aren't you?” She asked the absent golem, whose thighs budged and bulged into droves at the constricting pressure of the goddess's brim. “Mm, keep stillfm, aah it saves me so much hassle,” Phidel mused as she trailed her fingers's over Wenidi's from, gradually feeding her into the twitching pit, “You really are a good girl, that is why I fmms, I want to keep you around.” -Shwurpspgsh- with a smear of a corpse towed through a mud field Wenidi's shook, -Shhrlrsp- A moment after she felt her sigh fade, veiled by a humid curtain encasing her form. She blinked, awakened her muscles, but felt them pinned to her side and a suit of flesh moulding to her motions. “S-s-stop, l-let them go, w-why — why would you do this-” she whimpered. “Shhhh,” Phidel hushed and reached down with two fingers pressing on Phidel's shoulders, slotting her back into the expanse of her nether abyss, “You are almost there, and doing so well,” She sneered as her brim -Shhwltlptsh- warping past Wenidi's neck and clasped taut to frame her head. -Shwllrpsth- “Mmr, aah that is better, it is customary to have a keepsake of a fallen deity, and you were, such,” her voice deranged into a broil of waves, “It is hard to resist not turning Muwunu's eyesight princess, into my personal brown eye.” Wenidi felt the cheeks clap around her with a -Wshtsp- whack of meat, encasing her in humid darkness from head to toe, sensing the toulouse walls of her oblong prison mould and knead into her frame. “Mfn, ms-my f-f-aaecmejg.” She mumbled out, muted by the walls of plush rear padding, sensing her whole body grown damp from the bowel's drool. -Shhrlrlsth- -Chhrslpghs- Her skin, the clay her sister had sculpted to perfection, was being grinding by Phidel's colon, kneading her down.. -Shhstllsth- and as the heat built, Wenidi felt her flesh melding with the rectum. “Mfmwh, gmpwt.” “Mmfwa, aah yes I agree,” Phidel taunted, grasping her mast as she pinched her rear shut in kneading claps, “tell me, how does it feel to know both precious daddy and sweet sister are my molten slag? And how mmgs, it is your, fmms, yes you, yours doing that led to their demise? Mmmfs, is that dread I feel? Mfmss it is so good.” Phidel kept moaning to mute out the princess melting in her ass, the clay flesh seeping into the rectum Astoria mold, her head battered and kneaded together by the winks of the brim and the barrage of pummelling massage outside, breaking apart her structure, and reforging her… Phidel spread her cheeks -Schhrrlth- And peered down, witnessing a mangled sculpt of Wenidi's face planted right at her pucker, building along with the brims pulsing, stretching in a gentle pulse, that grew faster. “Mmfs, wmmmwh mmfpsh, almost..” Phidel croned… -Thtp-thtosmp-thsom…- -Thowwmmpssh- and with one jutting throb, the pucker broadened, and Wenidi's mouth followed suit, melting in and wrinkling with the surface of the goddess's dung chute. The pale gray beige laid in contrast to Phidel's body, yet Wenidi's vague facial features laid hidden in the curvature; there only if you knew where to appraise. “Mfmwa, aaah ooh that poetic justice incarnate,” The goddess mused, cupping her cheek and prodding at her brand new pit, “you have made quite the ass out of yourself.” -Pbhrhrwrlpth- a bout of smog flumed through Wenidi's brim, staining the air in moulded bronze and rusted moss, “And it seems you did it, mmf, just in time.” -Bbrhrhglwlpghthghhrrlsptsh- “Mmprhs, how satisfying it is to inflict such, utter, aaaammddamnation,” Phidel rolled the word in their throat like a ship in a maelstrom. She strutted through the chamber, -Swppwth- walked through the custard thick spunk, and ascended towards Muwunu's former seat. All that is left, is a visit to the throne. -Ghrbrrlrsghhst- Wenidi felt her body vibrate, her mind dispersed in fright, but shocked awake from the growing rumbles up the tract.. It sent jolts through her body, the one she now shared with Phidel's colon, and once more she felt the tainted air rush through her, -sppthhtgsht- but something solid was approaching… -Chhrrlllpth- Further in the depths, Wenidi retained segments of her lower body, legs stretching deeper and rear clogging the path through the bowls. -Shhrlpsth. But she felt something crawling down the stretch of her thighs, -chrlrlsth- crinkling sphlegm tethers smeared and detached as the mass advanced… -Pptwhp- then felt the pressure prod into her rear, and daubing her with a coating of steamy grime. Wenidi pinched her maw, quaking with the rumble -Bhghrlrlspths- of the bowels, though her efforts amounted to not but a pair of pinched cheeks, a gate which the pressure of the looming bulwark superseded. -Schhrrnrssllth- The mound burrowed into her cheeks, cleaving them under the load snaking its way through the bowels, -Shrhst- moulding her rear to a gaping pit for the dung to wind its way through. The closer it crept through her body, the clearer her sensations of it became. The putrid touch staining her body with pricks of befouled pepper and grind of sludge, engorging her form and seeping into every pore of her body. It stung, the further up it crept, the more she tried to deny it, to bargain for another cause of this or another cause… but as it crawled its way through her, consuming her from the inside out with the bitter truth in the form of guttural mud: this was all that remained of Muwunu, and she had only herself to blame. “Phfa, aamw, figured it would be a stubborn, fmsms mound of muck, bastard was full of it, mfms, so in turn they have filled me, fmmfss, but this, is a constipation I am more than happy to savour,” Phidel gloated as she alternated spreading her cheeks apart and kneading them back together over her new pit, teasing the brim that gradually bulbed outwards, swelling with the pressure of a god's worth of bile.”How about you, mfs, Dolly?” Wenidi's whole body pulsated with the weight of the grime consuming her form, her resistance only letting the -Shhtpwths- mire bulk up within her, congesting the goddess's bowel with vitriol mulch. Wenidi's pitted face grew haggard, pinned in the cheeks, morphing broader, wider with the petrichor paste piling up and bulging out her once pristine countenance. -Srrlclprrrhsths- Her lips pursed, swelling and sprawling open over an expanse of raw godly sewage with the creaking of an oiled slug. Sadness welling up in the remnants of her eyes as the mound contorted the puckered lips as thick as the rest of her head over the bloat of dung. “Faffs, haaa,” Phidel heaved, shifting her steps to loom over the throne decorated in vain veins that shimmered in a chromatic radiance, -Shhrwrlrpsthss- feeling the crinkles of wet clay wedge through her rectum. “Mmfs, you would ffnss, be pleased to know, my butt baked batch beautiful bile, that I have reconsimmd, sidered,” she sneered so her smile cracked open trenches through her face, the whole sentence backed up by the churning vehemence of the endless depths “you can keep the damned throne.” And with one forceful clench and jab into her gut -Chrwrlrllpgsptsh- the brim gaped open over a projecting stretch of pure, undiluted umber. Its hues a contorted gradient of a corrupted rainbow of auburn, segregated by a tessellated pattern of narrow fractures and gaping gorges, rushing along the surface of the slag. The length arched shortly after its passing through the once pristine lips, glistening in the aura of light as specks of stardust once it exited the rim soaked in membrane of colon slime, only for the liquids to drool off through cracks in the dung and unveil the raw, matte sewage as the mound wormed its way downward in a scent from all that was brilliant and light. “Mmfpfhhgs, aah aha, still so attached to the throne? It is defiled by your touch, worth nothing more than a garbage bin to host mfms, the most holy of mucks,” Phidel moaned as she worked her knuckles into her distended gut, jabbing the congealed gruel through her body, -shrhtlshts letting it unfurl from her birm and descend upon the shining seat. -Spwptlltpshchths- the mire connected with the throne, suctioning its muddy appendage onto it like a suction cup, but the towering sludge soon bent, warping and coiling over itself as the deity was deposited back onto his seat. The muck -swptphstsm- smeared and glued the surface of colon fluids into the polished pearl, the arching tube of crackled bronze crawling towards the armrest -Sbchhrsptsh- and morphing in a bend over it -Shchrllrpstsh- only to loop back as Phidel snapped her hips sideways feeling the trunk of sewage slough forwards, weaving a lumbering trail between befouling the sacred gem throne or -Phtrlrlstssgh- burrowing itself into its own muddle texture, the processed manure of the god bulldozed its way forwards as it spooled from the demonic abyss. -Psthhts- wptshvhttsh- Vents of caustic steam hissed out the ruffled brim of Wenidi's cheeks, rippling her brim to smack and mould into the manure billowing forth through her with all the tainted dread and decomposing fear as it ravaged through her body. At the side of the brim her sensitive cheeks, the ones Weichi had so carefully sculpted and maintained over the centuries, laid in constant bloat from the boiled muck reduction of her creator, of her father. “Dmmgfsn you are serving msms my ass well as a buffer, mfms, have you seen what fat laves of dung your god's become? This would mfmfs, have torn by ass asunder,” Phidel taunted above her. She had no agency, bereft of action and as the manure welled forth from her engorged lips, feeling every crevice of the creacked mud texture smooth over her ruffled rim and smear globules of gutter slime over and across her lips, long tethers of the blackened gel spooling in webs from her lips and tethered down in crevices of the muck, only to snap as the length ventured downwards and splattered back around her face. Putrid steam rose around her, basking her in the distilled pungency of the guttural mastication. The texture at times grew as smooth as a river of cream pouring down a slide of snow, and contorted to the bump marred with an expanse of miniature crags, as the buckled texture of a budding cauliflower clogging her mouth. The corrupted concoction saoked the flavour of a brine boiled liver and rain slick silt, and embedded within the deteriorated remains of the deity's earthly form, laid the putrefaction as the remnants of their every essence, molten and corrupted through the journey of tar weaved through the muck, its journey through Phidel having robbed her father of anything remotely resembling his true form. Wenidi wept as she witnessed the bloated filth hurled from her own lips, sloughing over the throne to infect it with the raw taint that pulsed through her own form. -Swhhtpsthsg- she heard the cracking crinkles of mud bending and merging into the soft globes of dung beneath. The loaves stacking and curving over one another, curving and creaking as fractures warped open from the weight of the ensuing bile stacking from on high, -Shhvtlsh- within the split muck laid shrouds of feathers, embedded and soaked in an umber ink from the rigorous guttural baking. Even the once white shroud so dense and bogged down they sunk into the surrounding crater of slop. Wenidi could not close her eyes, though the girth of the morbid sight was soon drowned in the continued onslaught. The heap of manure blotted out the seat, rising ever higher, untold hundreds of kilos worth of muck nesting within Phidel, and Wenidi could feel it all burrow through her. She heard an ancient voice in the shell cry out as the toxic bile wilted it in the everflowing deluge. The entire throne chamber was… dying, saturated by the filth radiating its own aura of decay, the atmosphere itself charring to a raw concentrated stench. “He lied to you,” Phidel mused, reaching down and wedge her palm between her cheek and her engorged pucker, caressing Wenidi's face, “About everything more or less, committed atrocities, things even I shudder,” her voice warped to the churns of a brewing storm, “at the mere thought of. You were simply never there for it, do you see this?” she angled and pinched the pit, forcing Wenidi to feel the blockage build in her cheeks again, angled down at the dung curing and swirling along the throne, and sloughing over the edge of the primordial clamshell, only patches of glimmering pearl remaining in the sinuous hills of waste. “This is what they always were.” Phidel snickered with such glee it transcended to a maniacal, albeit brief, maniacal laugh. Wenidi did not want to believe it, and yet, at this moment, this was really all Muwunu was, it pierced through the depths of her essence, that in this moment, she could believe in Phidel. -Shhfbrgrhsths- -Ghrhrlslsths- Thick towers of sludge crawled out through the Goddess's pucker, -Sptpwthtp- dropping into the building mountain that drowned what had once been the throne to the god of all embodiments, into a mountain of sacred dung. Only the back of the clamshell still laid visible, as a mantle to the encroaching fudge -Shhcblrlrlsth- creaking along by the pressure of the past bearing down on the packed pile. -Chhrpstbs- Chhptsbts- Phidel's pit still erupting in a cacophony of crinkles and stretching snaps as the lips warped and zipped along crags of dung and snagged in trenches between the packed segments of filth. “Mmmfs aohaahaa, I thought I would be tired of creaming this baster out my ass by now, how naïve I was in underestimating what a colossal waste they are,” she scowled and sunk their digits into her stomach, massaging the gradually deflating abdomen as she continued to expel a swamp's worth of sludge. “Gmsm momentous dump, deserve admsm a name, the Soil of the superior heavens, werein not but ashes and dismay shall flourish,” Phidel savoured the words, arching her back and unleashing a barrage of -Pspbbrprprpwprth- smog puffs through her rear, launching out torn chunks of the gunk as it vacated her rectum. She let it splatter in haphazard dunes on the brown, melting mountain. Wenidi laid shrivelled, cramping and aching. The pain coursed through her, a buffer whilst Phidel simply relished. She had forsaken her father, brought death upon her family, and allowed their murderer deity all the more joy from their suffering. The manure had piled and sloughed over Phidel's feet, rolling down the mountain as slugs of molten wax. More and more tentacles sprouted from Phidel as in rhythm with her moans, standing in the ruined wake of her rival god's demise. -Spghrbts- The surface of the bile bubbled, lumps creeping down the hill as more muck merged and sunk into the sludgy peak. A generous monolith of filth to take Muwunu's place. A beacon of corruption and putrid decay stewed in a god's sanguine essence. -Bhururhaaaalrp- Phidel belched patting her chest with a snicker, standing tall from her squat and massaging her belly with fingers of slippery tendrils. “That was quite the late one, wouldn't you agree? But of course, you got your mouth full of stuffing, why do I ask, and who would care what an ass has to say?” -Bbfhrrwprpth- a cloud of pitch black fog foamed out the pit, an exhaust that tainted the the bile ploughing out the brim now glistening in a sheen of dark tar, a blackened caramel that swirled over the peak of the muddied hill. Wenidi' shuddered to her core, she tasted everything in the last black mire, a world of sin concentrated to a solid, as the air took on a hue of odour distilled into a stark alcohol. -Shchlrlrs-Bhrsptsh- and then, the rough, bulges of a knob sloughed through her lips, and topped over the hill… her mouth, vacant. She stared into the hill, watched the cracks stretched apart and smoothened together as it shifted ever downwards toward an equilibrium. Was it over? It… it was over… She kept staring, and witnessed a bulbing pocket of muck crease open, within laid two orbs, sullied in tart auburn, yet still… she saw her reflection as Phidel's sullied pucker in those eyes. It was over… “Mmrggaas, oooh, phaa, passing a god, mmfs, it wasn't just that, this was a special case,” Phidel hummed, tracing her coiling tentacles along her deflated middle, brandishing new rolls of pudge. She reached back and parted her cheeks, “take it all in, mmm, momma is proud of her ass, don't you just love the thought of being my asshole? Forever? Mmm, because I would not dream to let you fade away, doll, you are my memento of this victory, fmsm, and the fattest, stinkiest dump to ever be conceived. Phidel let her buttocks slope together, uncaring for whatever plead Wenidi could muster, if any of her spirit still remained. “Pathetic, disgusting freak,” she hummed to herself, and turned once she was halfway through the chamber, watching the pile. A mountain of muck, layered in rolling droves of raw umber, oozing forwards and smoke steamed from its veins, soft serve sections bloating outwards under the weight of the bulk above, drooping and sloughing with specks of white khaki tainted feathers appearing briefly before being smothered by the sloughing dunes of gunk, as stars sparkling in the night. Black bile drooling form the top to course down crevices as a polluted nectar. The chamber, the whole palace, was beyond redemption, and it brought untold joy to the goddess. Yet, she saw it, differently. There were, so many more details, in the pile, in the walls, in the hints of the outside world. She parted her hands into a nest of tentacles, and witnessed as each suctioncup opened into an eye, the same kind that had adorned the princess's peacock plumage. “Hey ass, appears you were good for something, and I might have an even better memento than you could ever hope to be. But, look on the bright side,” Phidel said and slapped her cheeks, so she could feel Wenidi shudder, “I will let you experience the world, see far more than you did from up here, with a backstage pass, as my rear passenger, is that not what you dreamed of? Experiencing the real world?” She taunted, striding down the hall of the palace. “We’ll have a first stop at the sea weaved of void, I've gotta piss out an ocean.” ~ Epilogue ~ From Muwunu's spine and scapulae, Phidel crafted a hoe. Over the course of the coming weeks, she used this divine instrument to tile away at the coasts of the realm, letting it succumb to her ocean. For there was no longer any force that kept her at bay. And thus began, the age of flushing floods.