Danielle and and the pangalien
By Strega


“Anne?  Answer your phone, darn it.”  Danielle had been sitting on the park bench under the sidewalk light for what seemed like an hour now.  It was really more like five minutes, but Anne had told her she'd be there when she arrived.  Instead it was her sitting lonely on the bench.

Danielle sighed and put her phone back in her purse.  Anne was not the most reliable person she'd ever known.  Easily distracted, she was.  Maybe it was the cute guy at the coffee shop again, or a sale.  In any case, she'd better get going before it got too much later.  The park was safe enough, but she had work tomorrow and it was almost nine.

As she stood up she turned.  She was sure she'd heard something.  A muffed sound, like a groan, and a thump, both faint.

“None of your business, girl,” she whispered, but just the same she took a few steps into the woods in the direction of the sound.  There was a little clearing ahead, and a stray beam of light from one of the sidewalk lamps shone in.

Sure she was creeping up on two randy teenagers making out in the brush, Danielle's eyes went wide with horror at what she actually saw.

It was a scaly thing, the creature.  A long flattened tail with overlapping pointed plates stretched out behind it, and a hunched body was plated from just behind the ink-dark eyes to rump.  Short, thick legs made it look like it could walk on all fours like a dog, but at the moment it was sitting up, its long claws resting on its unarmored, furry belly as its muzzle went up and down.

Its muzzle was bobbing because it was swallowing a woman whole.  Horrified, but unable to look away, Danielle watched as its head lurched upward.  All that was left of the woman was a set of kicking legs, and with a heave of its narrow muzzle even more slipped out of sight. A wriggling bulge moved through its thick neck as it swallowed, and there was very little of its meal left save a set of bright red pumps.

It was big, the thing.  If it had stood all the way up on its hindpaws – feet, she supposed, since its armored forepaws looked more like hands the more she saw them – it'd have been eight or so feet tall, and it must have weighed close to half a ton with all that bulk and scaly armor.  Its plates were red-brown and ridged, clearly a part of its body.  Only on its underside and on its narrow snout, by all rights much too small to swallow an entire woman, was was the brown fur exposed.

A pangolin, she thought.  Somewhere she'd seen a picture, and the name of it sprang back into her head.  It was a giant pangolin, a monstrous version of that little animal.

The red pumps were gone and with a lift of its muzzle the thing swallowed.  Its cheek shrank in as the last of its meal slipped down its throat and if she hadn't seen it happen the modest bulge that grew out of its furry belly wouldn't have attracted her attention. There was simply nothing left of the poor woman but a subtle bulge and the purse on the ground.

Anne's purse.  Danielle sucked in a breath as she suddenly realized who had been eaten.  As the monster sat licking its chops she whispered, “Hold on honey, I'll get help!”
“I wouldn't if I were you,” the thing said calmly.

“What,” Danielle said, unsure if she was imagining things or if had really spoken.

A surprisingly high-pitched belch emerged from the narrow muzzle, which she would swear was smiling.  “Maybe you get back with help and your friend has suffocated.  Or maybe I have crept off someplace and spend the night peacefully digesting my meal. Neither helps your friend.”

“I can't just do nothing,” Danielle began, but the thing interrupted her again.

“I can swallow air and keep her alive for a few minutes,” it said, and theatrically gulped down some to replace the belch.  “If you make it worth my while I'll cough her up.”

It shifted its armored legs further apart and there in the dark under the belly bulge Danielle saw the broad pink tip protruding from the fur.  She gagged.  There was no way she'd do that! 

But the bulge that was Anne kicked, weakly beneath the fur and flesh, and the monster tilted its head to the side.  “Better make up your mind,” it said. “Even with air to breathe, I bet things are getting unpleasant in there.”

Anne was her best friend.  She couldn't just leave, and so Danielle pushed reluctantly through the bushes and just as reluctantly knelt between the plated thighs.

It was strange and scaly and maybe alien, the monster, but down here it was familiar enough.  There was a furry scrotum with the bulge of balls and a thick sheath from which hung its wrist-thick tip. Already it was hard, and the damp length of its penis slid from the sheath as she gripped the hairy girth.

A clawed forepaw, armor plated on the back but hairy on the palm, rested on her shoulder, and claws as long as her hand hooked her down toward the disgusting erection.

She could knee it in the balls, bite its cock...but the claws on her back were sharp and the thing was huge and strong.  It could tear her apart reflexively and even if she somehow incapacitated it, that wouldn't save Anne from a trip through its innards.  It didn't need to be awake to digest her friend.

“I'm waiting,” came the amused voice from that long snout, and Danielle grimaced as she took the tip in her lips.

There was too much to fit into her mouth even if she'd wanted to.  Even the tip was too much.  Swollen hard the thing's cock must be three inches thick and well past a foot long, and even that looked modest compared to the bulk of its body.  The bulge that was Anne twitched against her forehead as she sucked, and licked, and squeezed and stroked the thing's massive cock with both hands.

Periodically it belched and swallowed air, and desperate to save her friend she sucked and jacked it off.  Over the course of a couple of minutes it groaned in increasing arousal, her little hands and mouth bringing it ever closer to the climax.  Past the bulge of its gut it watched her and though she couldn't possibly be anything like a female of its kind the monster shuddered its its lust built.  Danielle, so close to its rank fur and with the smell and vile taste of its cock filling her senses, felt its balls twitch and tried to pull away.

It wasn't having any of that. The huge paw resting on her shoulder pressed her down as he shuddered, and the other was suddenly on her hip, hugging her tight. With a grunt it forced her mouth as far as it would go over its cock and Danielle choked on a great gush of foul-tasting semen.  Her eyes watered as the second great spurt ballooned out her cheeks and vile goo poured out of her nostrils as with nowhere else to go it found that escape route.  Despite her best efforts it got into her throat and though its grip loosened as its shot his wad she couldn't cough it all up.  She was forced to gulp down a throat-full of hot monster spunk or choke.  Swallowing it all was never an option even had she wanted to, there was too much to hold in her mouth and the monster cock was far too large to deep throat.

Coughing, strings of sticky monster semen dripping down her blouse, she reached up and grabbed the thing's forearm.  The bony scales were warm, the fur of its belly warmer where her other hand gripped. Beneath the fur and muscle she felt Anne kick again.  She'd kept his word and so had it, her friend was still alive.

“I did what you asked,” she coughed.  “Now give me back my friend.”

“As you wish,” it said as it leaned down toward her.  “I'll reunite you right now.”

She didn't have to see the sudden yawn in front of her to catch his drift.  “That's not what we -” but the rest was cut off by the muzzle that closed over her face.

There was nowhere to go but in.  Huge, clawed hands-paws with many times her strength gripped her before she could so much as grab it by the balls, trapping her arms to her sides as the long narrow muzzle slipped down over her shoulders.  So lengthy were its jaws that it was pushing its lips over her breasts before her face bumped past the last of its little teeth and slipped into the hot slimy chute of its gullet.

She felt the horrible creature lean forward, allowing her to slip downward between its claws only for her butt to ram firmly against the ground.  Its upper and lower jaws stretched easily apart and elastic cheeks slipped down over her all the way to the hips.  It sat back up, hoisting her small weight with no effort, and her legs kicked helplessly from its maw as its muzzle continued to tilt upward.  This was exactly what she'd seen when she looked into the little clearing, a set of legs kicking from its long muzzle as it took its time swallowing.

She screamed, as Anne must have, that muffled sound she'd heard that brought her here, but her face was slipping down the monster's throat.  Her voice sank into the wet meat around her as she made her sodden way deeper, her flesh and clothes slimed down with cum and the saliva that lubricated her from swallowing. It hadn't even bothered to gulp yet, and simply tossed its muzzle upward again, letting gravity send her sliding to her doom.

For all its size it didn't have her fully swallowed before her head pushed through a muscular ring and into the stomach.  The wet stink of its gullet was replaced by a nose-biting reek of acid as her head popped free of the throat and promptly slid along the wet flesh of its previous meal.  It took her a moment to realize her cheek was against Anne's thigh and with a bob of its muzzle the monster pushed more of her down its throat. Her calves were sliding into its jaws as it completed its effortless meal and in the tight fleshy confines of its stomach she was surprised to hear a voice.

“Hello?  Who's that?”

The greasy feel of Anne's thigh told Danielle that her friend was already beginning to dissolve. Slowly at first, just a few layers of skin cells, but a stomach is an inhospitable place and it would treat them no differently than it would any other hunk of meal. Her feet were slipping into the monster's jaws now and it lifted its muzzle, finally using its throat muscles to push her the rest of the way down.  With a single gulp it sent her sliding into its stomach.

Her arrival stretched even this elastic pocket of meat to what seemed its limits, and she slipped and slid against the slimy walls and equally slimy skin of her friend.  They ended up tangled together, her cheek  pushing against Anne's sodden skirt, and able to move only as much as the meat pressing in from all sides allowed.  In one direction, towards the front, only muscle and fur stood between them and the cool night air, but there must be a foot of that pressing in and she hadn't so much as a penknife.  In the other directions there was flesh and bone and armor-hard scales and there was no hope of escape in that direction, either.  

“It's me,” Danielle said, and tried to keep the fear out of her voice. The pulse of the living, hungry monster pressed in through the walls and she knew they were only food now.  There would be no escape. She and her friend would be digested together.

Anne squirmed weakly, managing to bring her face close enough to hear Danielle better by slipping her cheek along the slimy wall.

“It got you too, Dani?  It made me give it a hand job so it wouldn't eat me, then it did anyway after it...finished.”

Danielle grimaced.  The monster was hungry and untrustworthy and, it seemed, insatiable. She did the only thing she could to give her friend a little comfort.

“I saw it swallowing you and I ran to get help, but it grabbed me before I could get away,” she said. Anne didn't need to know that the monster had tricked her the same way, must less that it had blackmailed her within reach.

“It's got us now,” Anne mumbled.  She had been in here for a while and the heat and humidity were stifling, the air foul with bile. The acid was far from the only problem. Soon Danielle too would be weak, and then worse than weak.

In the stifling heat and stink Anne's hand slipped along the slimy wall until it felt Danielle's shoulder. “At least we're together.”

Danielle didn't say that the slime beneath her friend's fingers wasn't saliva. She suspected the similar goo she felt on Anne wasn't, either.  The semen soaking their clothes would dissolve along with the women it coated. Maybe their clothing would survive, or maybe it could digest that too.  It didn't matter.

“They're bound to catch it soon,” Anne mumbled.  “It can't just go on eating people.”

“Of course not, honey,” Danielle said, just as a belch vented most of the air that had gone down with her.  Wet flesh pressed in from all sides and the two of them lay in the pocket of flesh, too weak to even struggle.   The only mercy was that they would run out of air before digestion really got going.

The bulge in his middle was more impressive now, the alien noted.  There was still the occasional twitch from beneath his fur but from experience he knew that the struggle was nearly over.  Idly it toyed with what the women had left behind, pushing the two purses around with its claws.  A cell phone popped out of one and he carefully pushed it back in before reaching across its body.  A long claw pressed a small scale just above his wrist.

He did not have long to wait. The shuttle was stealthy, its reactioness drive silent, its active camouflage rendering it merely a vague shimmer in the air.  It was larger than a human vehicle, but he was larger than a human.  When the hatch opened he climbed in and relaxed on the long padded bed that took up much if the interior.  The sizable bulge in his middle did not slow him at all when he moved on all fours.

“How was the hunting, sir?” asked the shuttle, and the monster's long snout showed a smile.  He deposited the two purses in the recycling unit before he answered.

“Good, Beta.  Very good.”

“It must have been a large human, sir.  That is quite a bulge.” 

“Two humans, Beta.  It was a good night.”

“Have you decided where to hunt tomorrow night, sir?”

“I'll think about that later.  Back to the ship now, I think.”

“Very good sir.  Shall I wake you when we arrive?”  The shuttle, always attentive, had noticed him roll on his side and yawn.  The bulge in its master's gut and the pheromones released after sex told it all its needed to know.  A full belly and emptied balls was always a good excuse for a nap.

The shuttle got no reply as it rose silently into the sky.  Its master was curled up around the bulge, a ball of scales, snoring contentedly.  If it had had a face, the shuttle would have smiled.