Nightmare

Jackson bolted upright, gasping for air. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted, recognizing the darkness of his bedroom. He put his hoof over his chest, his heart beating hard like he'd just finished a race. But no, he was just asleep. He must have been, given where he was. He glanced over at his boyfriend, Pat. The pig usually slept heavily, but he was starting to stir on account of Jackson's sudden awakening. Jackson lightly put his hand on Pat's shoulder, squeezing it a little, as if to make sure it was real.

Pat stirred some more, eventually groggily opening an eye to look at his boyfriend there. "Mmm... hey horsey... have a bad dream?"

Jackson couldn't help but smile a little, even if he still felt shaky. "Yeah... Worse than usual, I guess."

Tilting his head up, Pat glanced at the clock on the nightstand. About 2:30 in the morning. He pulled himself up, the bed creaking as he did on account of his weight. There was a smile across his face, perhaps amusement from being up so early, Jackson thought. Though the terror had been real. Pat opened up his arms and said, "C'mere, you."

Jackson leaned forward, laying his head against his boyfriend's plush chest. The pig's arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, close, safe. He took a deep breath and then let it out, his worries melting away. "It... felt so real. More than usual, I guess. I thought..."

"You thought what?" Pat asked, stroking through Jackson's mane.

He didn't want to think about it. He shut his eyes, wishing he could just fall asleep right then and really forget about it. But eventually he finished, "I died. I thought I died."

Pat chuckled softly, though not condescendingly. "Well, you're safe right here in my moobs, so I guess not. I'm curious though... died from what?"

Jackson nervously chuckled and started, "It's going to sound ridiculous, but... Being eaten. But like, whole and alive and... by another person."

A chuckle that grew into a laugh made Jackson sit back up, though he chuckled too. It did sound silly, now that he was awake. When Pat could speak again he said, "So what, they just lifted you up and gulped you down? Must've been a pretty big fella."

The horse rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, I guess..."

"How did it feel?"

The question caught him a little off-guard, but he was used to his boyfriend asking strange and arguably inappropriate questions. "Uh... I guess... I mean, gross? Wet... hot... I'm not sure. I'm surprised I didn't wake up sweating!"

Pat chuckled again. "I guess that makes sense. I mean, just imagine me..." He leaned forward then, his snout almost touching Jackson's muzzle before he opened his maw wide. Despite the darkness of the room, the ambient light from outside served to illuminate it just enough for Jackson to see how slimy it was, strands of saliva connecting his teeth. His tongue even wiggled for effect, though Jackson felt a shiver of fear, looking at it all so close. After several seconds, Pat closed his maw and continued, "that would be pretty gross, right? You've seen how I eat, heh."

Jackson rubbed the back of his head, turning away slightly and just nodding. Pat tilted his head a little, still maintaining a sympathetic smile and said, "Aww, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no... it's fine. I'll be fine. It was just... scary. But it was just a dream."

"Well, I have just the solution to help you back to sleep!" Before Jackson could really react, Pat grabbed him and turned so that he'd fall right onto the horse, pinning him in bed. His belly now splayed heavily across his boyfriend, smushing him and making it hard to breathe-- albeit not unpleasantly so. "Ah, see? I can be your big blanket to keep you safe! They'll have to go through me if they wanna eatcha."

Jackson couldn't help but laugh and protest weakly, miming trying to push him off before shifting into grabbing at his sides, ass, gut. He mumbled, "Mmm... you're so soft..." Softer than the bed under him, even. Though he noticed some firmness around his stomach, and right under his belly. Looking up at his boyfriend with amusement, Jackson asked, "Feeling a little horny already? Or maybe enjoyed stuffing yourself a little much?"

Pat's smile widened as he responded, "Something like that~" He lingered for a moment, enjoying the comfort of laying on his boyfriend. Then he said, "You know... I don't think that dream is even that unrealistic. I mean, look at me. You could probably fit a guy in my belly, huh?"

Jackson let out a single nervous chuckle. "Yeah, maybe..."

Leaning closer, Pat said, "Hmm... Yeah, I bet it'd probably go something like this..." He opened his maw wide once more, this time dripping saliva onto Jackson.

"W-What are you doing?"

A drawn-out ahh came from deep down as Pat's mouth drew ever closer, soon starting to overlap Jackson's muzzle. He started trying to really wriggle out from underneath him, but it was impossible. This was... this had to be a nightmare. He was still dreaming. He wanted to wake up, but since he couldn't, he instead pleaded, "Pat, Pat! Please, stop!"

"Mm-mm," came from Pat as he finished engulfing his muzzle. A solid gulp pulled Jackson into that suffocating and slimy heat, into his boyfriend's throat.

He wriggled in place even as the throat grabbed him forcefully, squeezing him down, much stronger than he could resist. "Oh god, oh god," he said as a strong heartbeat approached, more of his own body being devoured behind him. "Wake up, wake up, this is just another nightmare..."

"Mm-mm", came from much closer to him, the hum of the denial vibrating through his body. He felt like he was going to be crushed in his gullet alone, but an opening soon came. The opening came with all-new sensations, acidic fumes stinging his eyes and the smell of half-digested meat. He found himself being crammed in next to said meat shortly, and in it he could feel there were bones too. Whatever was left of whoever came before him.

Jackson started trying to push against the stomach walls, begging for Pat to stop. All in futility. He could feel more and more of himself being swallowed up-- his waist, his legs. All the while the stomach kept filling, but it wasn't getting more spacious. Instead, he found fleshy walls tightly pressing on him from every direction. It distended just enough to accommodate its meal and not an inch more. When the last of him came down, sealing him away, the only freedom he had was his head, between his knees as he curled up.

"BUWWWWORRRP. Phew, excuse me! You were a little harder than I expected to get down... guess that's what I get for being greedy." Pat flipped onto his back, his gut noisily sloshing and Jackson whimpering inside as he did. Then he smacked his belly and said, "How's it feel in there, hon? Just like in your dreams?" He couldn't help but chuckle at his own words.

Inside, Jackson squirmed in place, trying to protest this. All this terror, which he still couldn't believe was real. "Pat, please, let me out! T-This isn't funny!"

Pat laughed. "I think it's a little funny. I mean, having a nightmare about this, and then it happening for real... jeez! How unfortunate for you~" His stomach gurgled around his meal, prompting another whine from inside.

"I just need to wake up, I just need to wake up, come on Jackson, wake up..."

"Wow, you really haven't put the pieces together, huh? Hmm... well, usually I just let you think this is the first and last time, buuuuut... could be fun."

Jackson felt like his blood froze, despite the sweltering heat all around him. "W-What are you talking about?"

Pat grinned, leaning back and drumming on his belly. "Well... This has been going on for a while now! It's the real reason you've seen me start to gain weight... Although I guess you were right about me stuffing myself silly, heh!" His stomach rumbled and he let out a short burp before continuing, "Yeah, uh... Let's see, it all started one night. I was asleep for this, but when I woke up, I quickly realized I must've swallowed you in my sleep. I could feel you-- or what was left of you, more like-- in my guts. At first I panicked, I mean I thought you were gone! I left the room to search for you just in case, but when I came back... there you were. And you didn't seem to remember a thing.

"So, I tried again once I worked up the courage. And to my pleasant surprise, it went fine! Of course, you didn't like it, but you reformed afterwards, apparently missing a couple hours of memory. So... whenever I feel hungry at night, I just make you my midnight snack." He pressed around the bulge Jackson was making in his belly, teasingly pushing him around. "You're pretty filling and tasty! There's been a couple times I even got you to agree to it... buuut I think I like it more when you don't."

Jackson couldn't believe what he was hearing. Even if it didn't sound like a dream, there was no way this was real. It was ridiculous. It was insane. Pat wasn't mean, he was his sweet, soft boyfriend! They'd been together for years... but this was beyond any reason. He elbowed the stomach walls and yelled, "PAT, STOP! This, this is too much!! Please, please just let me out... Don't... don't do this..."

"Aww, but Jackson, we've already done this so many times!" He took a deep breath, tightening his stomach around his prey to the point he thought something might break. The pressure relieved when Pat let go, replaced by him rubbing his gut. "You just feel so good in there... I don't think there's anything you could say to make me let you out. It certainly hasn't worked any other time!"

He just whimpered. Jackson wasn't sure what else to say, or do. He tried looking around, but he could hardly see anything in the stomach, let alone move. Then, he suddenly couldn't help but think about the meat and bones next to him. He knew the answer would just hurt and not help, but he had to ask, "...Who was in here before me?"

A beat passed as genuine confusion hit Pat. Then it clicked, and he laughed. "Oh wow! That's a new one. Well, you see, I had you earlier actually! Right as we went to bed pretty much... Didn't expect you to reform or wake up so early. I guess you're getting a preview of what you'll look like in a few hours. The rest of you is busy pumping through my guts under you... But you still have a ways to go!"

This was so much worse than a nightmare. All the visceral details... Jackson could feel his skin starting to itch, even burn a little, his fur falling off in spots. He wished he could just pass out, but it seemed hypoxia wasn't going to overtake him anytime soon. He just sat in that horrible space, thinking about how it came to this. Pat said he reformed, but he wouldn't remember... but then, he half-remembered last time, it seemed. Even if he didn't remember, all this pain and terror was real to him in this moment.

"Pat, p-please, it's hurting me..."

Pat groaned. "The only thing I don't really enjoy is how much you whine... C'mon, it's not like you'll really remember any of this. Although... Heh, I do have one idea that could speed things up!"

Jackson didn't even get to respond or ask before his world turned, splashing acid where it wasn't before, his leftovers sliding around him. He cried out as new pain hit him, even if the maneuver only lasted a moment. He felt Pat grab his belly and say, "Comfortable in there? Don't worry, not for too long~"

With a thrust from Pat, Jackson suddenly found himself being nearly crushed by the stomach walls, barely able to breathe. As soon as it let up, he barely managed to gather himself enough to yell, "STOP!" before it happened again.

He didn't. Pat thrust his groin against his gut again, and again, and again. He let out a shaky sigh of pleasure over the complaints of his meal. Grinding up against his own gut he said, "You know, this has gotten more fun each time! At first it was nice just having you fill me up, but I've been really liking watching you melt. Although, this," he humped again, earning another cry from inside, "this feels so good..."

He kept going, his cock throbbing firmly into his belly. Even Jackson could feel it, although he was trying his best to even stay in one piece. Each move, all that weight slamming into and on top of him, it was so much. It was too much. And finally, something gave.

Pat didn't even get to hear the crack over his own movements, but he did hear the loud yelp that came from within his stomach. Jackson certainly felt it. He couldn't tell exactly what happened, but it was his leg. Somewhere in his leg, something had broken. And yet, before he could even process it, another hump came, somehow stronger than the one before it, causing the pain to flare up worse.

Between breathy pants, Pat said, "Ahh... Sounds like something broke in there!" Each thrust forward earned him more yelps, more sadistic pleasure. "I should've done this before... Just imagining how my stomach is going to crunch you up..." In synchrony with his words, he pressed forward again, causing a more distinct SNAP. "Heheh, sorry babe, just getting a little caught up... but you'll be nice and soft soon enough!"

Everything burned, everything hurt. It would almost be too much for his senses if not for the sharp pains that came each time something important was cracked, broken, or smashed. Jackson could hardly say anything besides cries of pain, could hardly take a breath with the rhythm of the movements. With his very life being squeezed out of him. He just wanted the nightmare to end, for this to have been a terrible dream. But the pain made sure he stayed right there, right inside his own boyfriend's stomach, experiencing every second as he was slowly reduced to meaty mulch, just for pleasure.

The thrusts came faster and faster until finally Pat came to a climax, lingering on his own gut as a loud CRRRNCH came from inside it. Then he let out a loud BWUUUURP to go with it, leaving him lying atop his stilled belly in the afterglow. It gurgled softly, satisfied with the broken-up meal inside it. Pat rubbed it lazily and mumbled, "Mmm, all done..."

Pat listened to his gut in silence for a minute, just hearing it work, and nothing else. "Jacksooon~? Hon? You dead in there?" No response. "Probably for the best if you are, although... There's something a little hot about it if you aren't." He grinded his gut against the bed softly, teasingly, although no sound or movement came from within. "You probably look terrible, barely even recognizable... although it'd be cute to get your skull sometime. Of course, that'd be a little difficult to explain to you later!"

He chuckled to himself, starting to doze from both how stuffed he was and how exhausted he was from enjoying himself just then. "Ah... You know, sometimes I wonder... what if you don't come back one time? Gosh, that would be hard to explain... But... Damn, it would be hot. Just you, gone forever, destroyed by my stomach..."

He yawned. "But I do enjoy these sessions! Even if you don't... At least you don't remember it." He closed his eyes, still just rubbing softly on his gut's sides. "Good night, sweet stuff~ See you in the morning." He turned onto his side, one last crunch joining the slosh as they fell into sleep.