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Author VS First Encounter: Hound


Sitting at the computer desk, mind full of thoughts, of wants, desires, and most importantly, sleep deprivation, the lone writer typed away, testing out idea after idea, trying to empty a full mind to a blank page. Each sentence, each line, every clacking key, every i dotted and t crossed in the digital frame, only for the paragraph to be deleted.
“Come on! I just want a short story! Just something small to write!” Writing is no easy feat. You can be full of inspiration and have a wonderful, jaw dropping story visualized in your head, every moment, every detail drawn out to the finest moment, but it all vanishes, like a spiderweb blowing in the wind, only revealing it’s connected to you when the light shines just right.
Botsu sat there, putting his head in his hands as he looked around, scratching the itch in his brown hair. It was a rat nest instead of its normal greased and comb back shape, earbuds played music as if it was a haunted music box, each  song and growing note that was supposed to inspire him only painted himself in a depressing light. Looking at his reflection in the blinding white screen, he found his deep sea blue eyes with a green-hazel rim near the center staring back. Where white should have been was a deep crimson from staring at a mini sun in a dark room for way too long, “Dammit, almost had it again.”
Cursing under his breath, he pushed away from his work desk. The small bedroom held  himself and his gaming laptop, his headset resting on the side of the table while all little objects and nick-knacks decorated the nearby shelves. Sigh “Guess I can go make food real quick, might as well get a break in.” Speaking with defeat, he checked his phone’s lock screen, the time reading 2:07 A.M. Clicking the small screen off, he went to the kitchen and started making a snack.
When returning to his room, he checked the phone again: 3 A. M. “Dammit, scrolling trap got me again.” Cracking his knuckles and back, he sat at his chair and tried typing again. As he typed away, fingers moving faster by the moment, each word finally flowing as the sentences came to life:
        The trees swayed in the haze, the air was still as true silence deafened everything. Many have explored parts of the world, but those who tell the truth are normally labeled as skeptics or conspiracy theorists. Blood pumped with a panicked heart as the explorer ran-
The computer suddenly stopped moving, the keyboard falling silent as sudden screams sounded. Sitting behind the writer was a massive black wolf, fur as dark as the night and smelling of charcoal. Green vents seemed to glow with bright light as an eternal flame burned brightly. The hound snickered as it licked the writers face and began walking back, pulling the poor boy out from his chair, “Let me go!” Flailing his arms and legs, trying to grip the table only to miss every attempt, he fell out of the chair and found his head finally free of the wet and slobbery prison and suddenly crashing to the ground.
Groaning, he wiped his face clean of the thick saliva before looking up, “What the-”  the hound stood over him, growing in size by the second. What started as a massive hound was quickly becoming a wolf that could barely fit in the bedroom itself. Looking down with a mischief grin, the hound licked its lips with its massive black tongue while green slit eyes stared down at Botsu. Sighing, the writer looked up in disbelief, “Oh shit.” His heart sank as he noticed the details he knew all too well. The hungry look, the wonderfully soft and fluffy fur, and most importantly, the glowing vents which seemed to be bursting with green ghostly flames by the second. Looking to the two doors in the room, one leading to the kitchen, the  other leading to the back yard, the young writer made a break to get outside. Unlocking the door after multiple failed attempts and sprinting towards freedom.
Ok, ok, ok, think, you made this creature, it clearly has it out for you. It isn’t a mary sue though! Weaknesses, um, playfulness? Oh come on! Think! Don’t become puppy chow!” Mind racing millions of thoughts in seconds, the new victim didn’t see the hound suddenly form in front of him and give a long slow lick with the massive black tongue. Being outside, Botu looked in dismay to see the hound now 20 ft tall, its dark fur blending in easily with the night and dark treeline, only its green vents and eyes shined brightly while the small amount of moonlight glistened off its pristine coat.
Turning quickly as he made contact with the wet black tongue, he began running towards the bedroom door. A massive shadow covered the human as the massive hound leaped over him and landed in his way, blocking the writer’s path to safety. Sliding to a stop, he looked up at the huge mutt and shook his head, “I don’t even know how or why you’re here but this can’t be happening! Go home! Go! Shoo!” Botsu waved his hands at the dog, trying to make the building size creature listen. Looking towards the trees and the reader, the hound flattened its ears to the side in annoyance before looking back down at Botsu. Sitting down, it grinned as he sized up the human with the many fun ideas he had planned.
The writer tried the call louder to the hound but noticed the  grin creeping on the dog’s face. Heart sinking, he turned towards the woods and ran. The summer night air grew thick as a cool breeze made the trees sway. Thick branches broke as Botsu charged through, hearing the heavy steps of his hunter following. He can see my soul, he can teleport, breathe fire, and more. Fuck! Trying to think of ways to lose the mighty beast, he bobbed and weaved through trees while heavy claws crushed weak trees in the way.  
Looking over his shoulder, he found the two massive slit eyes narrowing on him while the hound sprinted at full speed. All four legs propelled the mighty creature with ease. Dropping to the ground, Botsu suddenly crashed down and pushed himself backwards as the hound charged over him, all four claws barely missing the human by mere inches.
Scrambling to his feet, Botsu took off running once again, panting for air as his lungs burned, “S-so, out,” he puffed, “of shape! AHH!” Leaning against a tree, he looked back and found the hound standing over him,  “Oh god dammit!” The hound snickered as it moved closer. Its mighty muzzle sniffed and panted on the human while its black tongue snaked out and licked his side, “Please don’t, laundry is bad enough without the clothes being sticky!”
The hound didn’t care, enjoying the now salty treat before him. Botsu pushed the tongue away only for the strong muscle to wrap around his legs and began pulling him into the hound’s mighty maw. The writer’s eyes widened as he saw the ever present green glow pulsing with life in the back of the hound’s throat, “No! I wrote you, I know how this goes! No! Let me go!”
Struggling heavily, Botsu clambered up and grabbed ahold of the slime covered fangs of the canine, holding tightly as the hound tilted its head towards the sky, its tongue licking and wrapping around the slaty form he had captured. All the clothes held the salt nicely, each one being worked off by the tongue to savor while the human clung on to dear life, “Let me go!” The hound grinned, its teeth being shown to the moon as he quickly jerked his head. Knocking Botsu’s grip away, the human slid down the slippery oil tongue and tried grabbing to anything he could.
Ramming into the strong throat muscles, he grabbed the fleshy black walls but it was too late. Right when his fingers gripped, the throat sucked him down legs first, sending him sliding in tight fleshy tunnels.
Grinning, the hound gulped multiple times, sending ripples down his throat while the human shaped lump struggled and fought the hound’s impressive form. Trying to climb up the throat, a gulp ripple shook the walls and slid him further down.
Cursing under his breath, Botsu continued to try to climb but only ended up splashing in a warm and burning puddle of acids while green light shined brightly. Hiding his eyes, he squirmed around the massive belly, rubbing the fleshy walls and feeling for the edges of the space, Botsu struggled while loud Murrs of pleasure escaped the hound with glee. The feral hound rubbed its small belly bulge with its claw before circling the backyard and laying on his side, poking and prodigy the writer to wiggle and move more any time he stopped.
“Can you at least let me out soon?” Botsu asked but the hound only grinned as he shook his head. The writer didn’t receive the response and decided that he had stayed up too late as it. The fleshy walls pulsed, the warm air grew thicker as loud growls and grumbles shook the space. Fleshy walls began to close in, and in less than ten minutes, the acids were up to his shoulders, the walls pressed and held him tightly in place, and Botsu didn’t seem to mind. He was too tired to truly do anything. So, curling up in the warm and welcoming fleshy, he began to drift to sleep, the hound’s loud heartbeat steadily producing a calm rhythm. Eyes closing, the writer smirked to himself, feeling the warmth and love of the creature as he fell asleep.
The hound grinned to himself, listening to the loud gurgles call as his full belly enjoyed its late night snack. Feeling the human twist and turn against the walls only filled the hound with more pleasure as he wiggled about before relaxing once more.
A devilish grin crossed the hounds face as he looked at his belly bulge. All the creative things he wanted to try could now be done. Looking back at the reader, the hound winked happily as he pushed and moved Botsu lower before smirking. He knew he would most likely push the writer too deep, and he knew the trouble it would cause, but the look on his victim’s face would be priceless, how could he not?
Feeling the fleshy walls push him deeper and deeper into the belly of the beast, Botsu ignored it, finally trusting his fluffy friend to take care of him. While the hound curled up and placed its head on its black fluffy tail, the human curled up tightly with the wall"s help and felt his heavy eyes begin to fall, “I swear if I come out the wrong hole I’m going to be upset dog!”
The hound snickered as he felt the writer slip into a new area. Botsu slid in with a loud splash before sighing, “It’s going to be a long trip, guess I’ll start when I wake up later.” With that, the pair laid in their respective warm homes and drifted to sleep.