

Under The Bed
a bedtime story by Alex Reynard


Note: This doesn't take place in any particular continuity of mine; it's just a little stand-alone I thought would be fun to write. Contains cub, blob and vore.
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"Aren't my pajamas just the softest thing in the whole world, Rollie?" Amelia whispered.

Rollie didn't say anything. Which was understandable, since Rollie was a very plump and cartoony purple armadillo plush.

Amelia, on the other hand, talked quite a bit. Whenever she was alone in her room, she often held long conversations with her very favorite plush. She believed that if you loved something long enough it would develop a soul of its very own. Amelia believed in Rollie. When she looked into his shiny black plastic eyes, she often saw a spark there that led her to believe the little 'dillo really was listening to her. She lifted the cantaloupe-sized royal purple plush off the bed and gave him a gentle hug. She covered his shell in kisses.

Amelia was a lovely little marten girl of seven. She had reddish-brown fur over most of her body, except for her tummy and face which were a pearly light grey. There was also a perfect circle of grey surrounding her tailbase. Her tail and paws were dark, dark brown. Amelia's cheeks were fluffy. She wore her hair long in the front and in a huge poofy ponytail in back. Since it was bedtime now, she removed her scrunchie and let her hair fly freely down her shoulders.

Tonight she had on her very favorite pair of pajamas. They were bright pink. As pink as her nose. They were the kind with feet, and rubbery white vinyl pads under her paws. There was also a tiny white vinyl butterfly over her heart. And as she'd said, the pajamas were made of magically soft material. When Mamma washed them and gave them back warm from the dryer, there was no greater bliss than to press her face into them and 'Mmmm!' for all she was worth.

The pajamas confused Mamma though. She had bought them when Amelia was three. Four years later, they still looked brand new. Not a slit, not a scuff. What's more, they should have gotten too small for her years ago. And yet they hadn't. They still fit perfectly fine. Amelia giggled whenever Mamma wondered aloud on washday about the 'magic' pajamas. She knew a secret that Mamma didn't.

Holding Rollie tight under her arm, the young marten slipped under the covers. It was a chilly night. Just right for curling up under the blankets with your pillow pleasantly cool beneath your ear. The moonlight erased the color from her normally vibrant bedroom. Now everything was a deep, deep blue.

Amelia's feet rustled the sheets. She pulled her red-and-white patterned comforter close around her, then reached under it to tuck her blanket beneath her wherever possible. "Just like a cocoon," she told Rollie. "We can pretend we're caterpillars and we'll be butterflies by morning." She giggled. "Or maybe we're wrapped up in a spider's web and he's gonna come along and eat us, hm?"

Amelia liked to think about all the things it felt like when she wrapped herself up tight in the blanket. "Maybe we're in a big burrito? Part of some giant furry's lunch," she suggested.

Rollie didn't seem to mind any of the scenarios. Amelia touched noses with him.

"Do you think he'll come tonight?" she asked, excitement clear in her tiny voice.

Rollie didn't say.

Amelia looked outside at the clouds rolling over the moon. It was a little spooky, but in a fun way. Especially considering what might happen tonight.

She'd learned many nights ago that lying there waiting just made it harder to go to sleep when he didn't come. He was like those snakes at the zoo who only have to eat once in a while. He would show up when he was hungry, and that was that.


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Amelia lay still in the moonlight. One arm was wrapped around Rollie in a hug, the other sandwiched between her two pillows.

She was feeling pretty sleepy by now. The little marten yawned a few times. Outside, the wind made whistle sounds.

Just as Amelia was feeling the fuzzy blanket of sleep being pulled over her eyes, she heard the noise.

A squishy sound, coming from underneath her bed.

"It's him!!" she whispered excitedly to Rollie.

Rollie seemed excited too.

Knowing her under-the-bed friend was so close, it was an excruciatingly delicious feeling waiting for him to finally slither close enough to emerge and touch her. She did not know exactly where he was from, just that it was a place so strange she'd never have a hope of imagining it. Why children's beds were the preferred sites for portals leading from it was obvious though.

More squishy sounds. A wet, heavy mass moving along the hardwood and leaving a trail of slime wherever it went. Amelia could hear him coming closer and closer. She tensed up in a tight little ball, eyes shut tight, grinning in excitement.

And then, like always, she felt a single, sticky 'finger' touch her forehead.

"Good evening, Amelia," the monster said in it's rich, calming tone.

Amelia felt the words more than heard them. He spoke telepathically; her friend could not speak or hear or see. His senses were completely different from hers. 'He' really didn't even have a gender. But he took on a specific personality when he visited so she would be better able to communicate with him.

"Hi!! I'm so glad to see you again!" Amelia thought back forcefully. Her friend did not have a name. He was just 'the monster under the bed'. Or sometimes 'blobby', since that's what he was; a constantly-shifting mass of translucent pink ooze the size of a refrigerator. Actually, that was just the size of the 'feeler' he cast into Amelia's dimension. His real shape was so completely alien in comparison to anything the girl had reference to, he feared her brain would explode if she ever saw the rest of him.

But that was okay. They'd gone over all this the night they'd first met. The night when Amelia was three and she had been dreaming that Rollie was bigger than the house and she could ride on him. She had felt a heavy warmth roll over her and it took a moment to realize the sensation was coming from outside the dream. When she woke up, she was held completely inside the pink blob. She'd been about to scream, when the 'monster' reached gently into her mind and began to explain.

"Hungry again?" Amelia asked.

"A bit," he replied. "To be honest, sometimes I'm not hungry at all and I come simply to visit you. I know it makes you happy."

"It does," Amelia agreed readily.

The little marten watched with a fascination that never diminished as huge chunks of her oozy friend came bumbling up onto the bed from underneath it. Thin pseudopods peeled away her covers as waves of warm pinkness trickled in and began to surround her.

Amelia giggled. Her friend had engulfed her so many times now, he knew just what to do to make her enjoy the experience to the fullest. It felt like dozens of tiny mittened hands were rubbing her feet through her pajamas. More hands joined them, moving slowly up her legs and over her tail. Amelia cooed in pleasure.

"Ah, the pink pair," the monster said, sensing her pajamas. "Your favorites. They're mine too; they taste the best."

Amelia nodded. "Just like icing on a cake."

"Just like that exactly," he agreed.

The blankets and comforter were pulled down so Amelia could see the pink plasm as it surrounded her in a giant, living puddle. It trickled beneath her tush and lower back, lifting her up easily. It spread up her chest. It made sure to tickle her armpits. Amelia hid her giggles in Rollie's short fur.

Amelia watched as her plush friend was swallowed up too. It was neat to see him floating there in the pinkness.

The ooze supported Amelia's small body like the most responsive waterbed ever. He sat her up at a slight incline, knowing she was well over her fears by now, and in fact had grown to love watching the transformation her body went through.

"Time to submerge," he told her.

Amelia grinned and pretended to hold her breath, knowing she didn't need to.

The pink goo flowed up the back of her head, then enfolded her ears and trickled over her face. Amelia shut her eyes and felt the gentle slime pass over her eyelids. Her nose was the last to be covered. There was always that little scary moment where she felt like she couldn't breathe, but that soon passed.

The monster took the next part as quickly as he'd gone slow before. He sent out two thin tentacles of himself up Amelia's nose and another thicker one down her throat. His ooze filled up her lungs within a heartbeat. Good. Now she wouldn't need to breathe again until it was all over.

Amelia lost herself in the soothing sensations. Her friend entered her body everywhere there was an opening. Ooze slithered underneath her eyelids. Ooze slithered into her ears. It undid her bellybutton and entered there. It gently coaxed her anus open. And then it seeped through the fabric of her wonderful pajamas and entered her girl-place. Amelia cooed silently, her mouth so full she couldn't make a sound anymore.

"I love it when you visit..." she thought to her friend.

Amelia felt two lips form from the ooze above her forehead to give her a kiss. "And I love making you feel good, my dear," the monster replied.

It had alarmed her the first time, of course. She had been so frightened in fact, she'd come very close to wetting the bed. But even through her fear, she allowed it to happen. The monster's voice inside her head was so loving, talking her through every step of the process, speaking in pure concepts instead of words so her young mind could understand. He told her again and again and again that she was in no danger, he would never hurt her. In fact, being inside him was just about the safest place she'd ever been since her mother's womb.

Amelia knew all that now. She knew why he always filled her up with his ooze beforehand; so he could take control of her body's systems. Her instincts needed to be 'tricked' to give up control and let the process happen without Amelia being consumed by fear. And as he'd taken over her breathing, he needed to do everything else for her too. He slowed down her heart and moved her blood around by himself. His tendrils snaked into every crevice of her brain and gentlemanly took up the controls from her.

Her mind was still her own though. No matter what he did to her body, he'd told her, her soul was immortal and could never be destroyed. That was why she could watch every step as he digested her, even as the last little bits of her body dissolved away.

Amelia could feel him squishing along inside her pajamas, sampling her. "Do I taste good?" she asked, just like always.

"You're my perfect dessert," he replied, just like always.

Amelia took advantage of these last few moments where she still had the ability to move and pulled Rollie close to her. She gave him a kiss on the snout and tucked him under her arm. She let herself relax. Soon she would be completely immobile. Just like a little martengirl statue. Or a mannequin. She opened her eyes, not needing to blink anymore, and positioned herself to get the best view of the show.

"Are we comfortable?" the monster asked.

"Yep!" Amelia replied.

"Then let's start by licking the icing off this cake, shall we?"


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Amelia giggled, but only in her mind. Her lips, like the rest of her, were perfectly paralyzed. This was not to hold her captive, but for her own safety. Even though he was as high above her on an evolutionary scale as she was above an amoeba (and what an odd coincidence that he happened to resemble one), and could take her body apart as easily as disassembling a mechanical pencil, a little girl nevertheless has a lot more parts than a pencil. *Living* parts. And keeping all those parts positioned so she'd still be living tomorrow was a little trickier than if he'd simply absorbed her whole.

The monster began, as he usually did, with Amelia's pajamas. His pseudofingers grew smaller and more delicate still, beginning to unravel every fiber of Amelia's favorite garment. The young mustelid watched, as fascinated as she'd been the first time. Through the thin pink glaze over her eyes, she watched her pajamas become looser and thinner until they began coming apart into individual floating strings. It was just like magic.

Soon there was what looked like a tornado of pink fibers surrounding the little girl. Two vinyl pads hung suspended in ooze by her feet. The monster plucked the vinyl butterfly from her breast and made it flutter like a real one before her nose. Hearing her mind's laugh filled him with joy.

The monsterblob unravelled each strand finer and finer, breaking down the fibers into as many pieces as possible. It began to break up the vinyl too, this time having to do it by skillfully coaxing each molecule apart. For a being like him, it was easy.

As he obliterated her pajamas more and more, the flavor increased exponentially. Tiny particles of organic and inorganic matter were exposed. So small no washer or dryer could ever find them. The monster absorbed them with gusto.

"All gone," Amelia thought as she watched the last of her pajamas vanish into a pink mist. Now all she was wearing was her fur.

The monster gently lifted Rollie from her arms. "I know when you get a cherry on top of your dessert, you're supposed to eat it last. But I think I'll eat this one now."

Amelia giggled. "Actually, Rollie looks more like a grape."

"He looks tasty, whatever he is. May I eat him?" the monster asked politely.

"Yes!" Amelia replied.

Ripples of pink goo travelled through the short strands of purple fur on Rollie's hide. Lots of tasty dust and dirt hiding in the crevices here. When he'd finished 'licking' the plushie all over, he began unravelling him too. He held Rollie up so Amelia could watch. Slowly, all of the armadillo's seams began to undo themselves. Amelia watched Rollie expand like he was an inflating basketball. The sections of fabric came apart and she could see his white stuffing. The monster made quick work of Rollie's insides, separating out each individual fiber, sucking it clean, then breaking it down even further. He took Rollie's fabric apart too, turning him into a swirl of loose purple fur. Through it all, the armadillo's little plastic eyes looked back at Amelia, giving no sign that he minded this treatment.

"All gone," Amelia thought again. Rollie had completely disappeared now. It was a little scary sometimes, seeing Rollie go. He was her very favorite plush in the whole world after all. But Amelia also loved watching him be slowly destroyed. Knowing he'd be better than new by morning made it feel like a magic trick.

Pajamas and plushie were finished. Now came the main portion of his bedtime snack. "Time for you to be all gone too," the monster told her tenderly.

Amelia mentally nodded. "Mm-hmm. Eat me all up. I'm your dessert."

"Good girl." He gave the little marten a squeeze like an all-over hug. And then he began to unravel her as well.


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As the monster had explained to her that first night years ago, it would be very easy for him to simply absorb all of her and be done with it. But her whole body would be such a big meal, he'd get his species' version of a tummyache afterwards. And besides, he meant her no harm. It would be so much better for both of them if he simply took what he needed, when he needed it, and then put her back together afterwards. Hundreds of smaller, happier meals were much, much better than one final huge one.

So for years now, usually once a week, the monster would visit his favorite little meal and tickle her and tell her stories, cuddle her tight, and then eat her up. He was even doing her a service. He ate what her body no longer needed. He ate her flakes of skin, her pee, her waste, the dirt on her skin, plus all manner of fluids inside her body she could always make more of. Anything, no matter how small, was a tasty treat for him. In a very real sense it was like giving his young friend a thorough scrubbing, inside and out. Amelia hardly ever got sick. As soon as she started sniffling, the monster would show up and eat all her germs away. He'd tidied up her brain cells too, making it easier for her to think and remember. Once, he'd even come across a lump of cells that, in forty years or so, might have become cancer. Not anymore though. The blob from another dimension had come to genuinely love the little marten girl he ate. Not just for her taste, but for her personality. He loved hearing her stories about her life in this alien world of hers. He enjoyed knowing that he was protecting her by eating her.

It was so easy for him to manipulate her body, sometimes he made a show of it. Amelia would watch in amazement as he made her body do all sorts of things. He could even change her appearance. Her biology was so simple, it was easy as origami. One night, for instance, she had wondered what it was like to be a duck. A twist here, some fur turned into feathers there, muzzle into beak, and voila! He'd linked his mind to hers to show her what she looked like from every angle. Amelia thought she looked quite cute as waterfowl. Another time she'd asked if he could change her age. No problem, he replied. He regressed her all the way to infancy, then grew her up past childhood, into a teenager, into an adult, and then into an old marten lady. Amelia thought that was great. She wondered what it'd be like if she went to school as an eighty-year-old. The confusion alone would be worth it!

The monster could tell Amelia was sleepy tonight though, and was content to simply be food. He could read her emotions easily. He could actually 'smell' them. When he absorbed her brain, the chemical aspects of her feelings gave it flavor, and happy feelings tasted best. Yet another reason it was a good idea to make sure she enjoyed the experience just as much as he did.

Amelia watched as all of her fur fell out, leaving her smooth and pink. She watched her pretty brown and grey fur simply float off in a wave, then dissolve into the pinkness of her hungry friend. Hair was easy to regrow, so this was a big part of the monster's meal. Amelia's pretty ponytail was digested as well, leaving her bald at only seven years old.

"I look like a chihuahua now," she thought.

"No, sweetie. You look like the best dessert a bed monster could ever desire," he told her.

She murred happily. She loved it when he told her how much he liked eating her. She liked knowing that a plain little earth girl like her could be such a big help to a superior alien life form like him.

Next, the pink goo seeped into her pores and began to dissolve her skin. Patches of red appeared and spread all over, as Amelia could see her muscles now. Her skin was very, very tasty, the monster thought. Just bursting with little waste particles she had no need of. Amelia could feel her ears and her nose disappear. Her eyes too. She could still see though. In fact she could see better, oddly enough. The monster had explained that he was seeing *for* her at this point, sharing his perceptions directly with her soul.

One by one Amelia's muscles lifted away and dissolved. Her nerves and circulatory system were munched on. Her blood was absorbed away. She could see down into her torso now at all the weird-shaped organs in there. The monster had taught her all about what each one was and what it did. He said that someday she was going to ace every single one of her lessons in anatomy.

It had been a little strange at first, getting used to seeing her body from the inside like this. Hard to believe too; that all this stuff could *fit* in her. Now that she was used to it though, she found beauty in her inner self. The amazing efficiency of her body's design. The colors she would never have known existed within her. Watching her own heart beat filled her with awe. How many other kids in the world could *ever* experience anything like this?

One by one, the monster lifted her innards out and savored them. So many unique flavors. So many fluids to sample. He nibbled away at her intestines like a long hotdog. He tasted what she'd had for dinner. Her eyes were juicy like cherries. He always saved the heart for last, as it had the richest flavor of Amelia's whole body.

Now she was just a little marten skeleton. Her bones were as clean as a science class specimen. "You could hang me up for Halloween like this," she noted. She pictured herself dangling from the porch and scaring the pee out of trick-or-treaters. Then Amelia felt her bones crumble away into dust from the feet up. The monster tasted her soft marrow, but did not absorb it. He never took _anything_ she truly needed. Not a molecule, not even an atom.

Surprisingly, when she was being eaten, it didn't feel like parts of her were going numb or ceasing to exist. She could still vaguely feel all of herself; just changed into something else. All her important parts were still there, held floating in the monster's ooze in a billion tiny fragments. Having her body liquified felt sooooo relaxing. Perfect comfort. No muscle tightness, no feeling like some part of her was too hot or too cold. She felt like she was becoming a big warm ball of water.

The pink blob disintegrated the girl's legs, pelvis, ribcage and arms, until all that remained still intact was her brain. This was by far the most interesting part of the process for both of them.

For the monster, it was also the only tricky bit. As he'd explained to Amelia, her soul held all of her personality and all of her memories. Even if something did go wrong, she would never lose anything of herself. But the brain acted as sort of a filing system, giving the immaterial soul the ability to interact with the material body and keep all her memories in place. When he took her brain apart, he had to make sure *every* tiny cell was put back exactly the way it was before. No telling what could happen otherwise. She might wake up and not know what room she was in, or think her name was Freeblezorg.

For Amelia, this part was the scariest. But also the most exciting. It took an incredible amount of trust on her part to allow him to do this. She was entrusting him with her mind. All her memories. Her very *self*. She'd been too scared to allow him to do this for nearly a year. When she finally did though, she found the experience overwhelming. Wonderful.

"Are you ready?" he asked simply.

"Yes," she replied.

"Alright then. Here we go. Goodbye, Amelia."

"Goodbye," she whispered.

Bit by bit, she began to forget everything she knew.

The monster always started with the parts of her brain that related to her body. Amelia forgot about her legs, her hands, her tail, her hair, her eyes. The monster ate deeper. She forgot the things she learned in school. She forgot the alphabet. She forgot her friends' names. She forgot sounds and smells and tastes. She lost days, weeks, months...

While all this was happening, Amelia was feeling things too big for her young soul to understand. She knew that all this information was safe and could not be destroyed. She was not really losing anything, just the ability to recall it. And only temporarily so. Each memory that evaporated passed without realization. She could only feel the cumulative effect of the details of her life fading away and of herself becoming nothing more than the pure core of her personality.

The monster stripped away every last bit of Amelia. She forgot her parents. She forgot Rollie. She forgot that there had ever been a little marten girl named Amelia. She even forgot her pink pajamas.

Now she was simply a soul held within him. An outside observer would have seen absolutely nothing inside the pink translucent blob. Not a single speck. But the monster could feel her. Bright and beautiful, aware of only joy.

"Thank you for another delicious meal, my sweet girl. I dearly love you. I always will."

Amelia's soul vibrated with happiness.


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The monster then made his preparations to leave. He secreted a yellow substance that surrounded all that remained of Amelia. It made a cocoon around her. The monster solidified it into what resembled a girl-sized yellow wax egg.

All done. His consciousness was not required to put her back together again; he'd set everything up so it would happen on its own, like elastic snapping back. The part of him he left behind inside the egg with her would more than make up for what he'd taken. Just as he used what she did not need for his nourishment, he used his own unnecessary matter to remake her body. And her pajamas. Rollie too.

The blob began to slither away, back under the bed. Back to his home. He gave the yellow capsule a pat as he left. "Sweet dreams, little meal."


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As the sun rose and its warm light began to trickle in through the small bedroom's windows, Amelia was almost back to normal.

On the bed, the waxy cocoon had withered into a thin skin. A little brown-and-grey marten could be seen peacefully sleeping inside. Her pajamas had re-ravelled. Rollie was back to his usual round and purple self.

Inside her body, the remaining pink ooze put on all the finishing touches. Her nerves reattached. Her blood began to flow. Neurons fired.

Last of all, she blinked.

Amelia made a sleepy sound and turned over. The cocoon fell to tatters all around her. She was just awake enough to watch it dissolve away to nothing as it touched her sheets.

It was chilly in here without the comfy cocoon. Amelia reached down to pull the covers back over her. She pulled the comforter up over her shoulders and tucked the blanket in beneath her. She gave Rollie a kiss.

"Did you like being eaten?" she whispered.

Rollie's plastic eyes reflected the sunlight, making them shine.

"Me too," she said, and then yawned.

Amelia closed her eyes and reached up to clutch her pillow again. The morning after the monster's visits, she always felt as if she'd been reborn. Of course, she had been. But she _felt_ like it as well. Her mind was bright and alert, her memories sharp and clear. Her body felt completely cleansed. She felt like she could do anything.

She sneezed, and a splat of pink fluid landed on the sheets.

"Oops! Better put that back in." She scooped the bit of blob up on her fingers and licked it off. The monster's 'flesh' didn't have much of a taste (it was like eating plastic, actually), but the texture was nice. Plus, she knew it still had work to do inside her.

Amelia knew she'd better get back to sleep. She wasn't 100% done 'cooking' yet. Right now, her torso was filled with pink ooze. She had no organs at all. The ooze was doing all her body's work for her until it had everything finished. It felt nice. She touched her tummy and it was quite squishy.

As Amelia drifted back into dreams, she thought about what the monster under her bed had told her last week. About how he was almost done figuring out a way for the two of them to become one. He would hollow her out like now, except then he would fill her skull as well. *He* would be her brain. He said his plasm would be much more efficient than her grey matter. She could be the smartest girl in school with him taking over. And this symbiosis would have the added benefit that he could be eating her all the time, keeping her body clean and snacking on anything he found. Amelia was excited by the idea. She'd look normal on the surface, but inside she'd be filled with ooze!

Her only worry was that she didn't want him to stop eating her the way he always did. She loved being enveloped in his pinkness and dissolving away to nothing. He had chuckled and assured her they could still do that whenever she wanted. He could cache his 'body' within her, or even inside Rollie, and still be able to spread out enough to engulf her whenever she liked. Amelia squealed with glee and thought her very happiest thoughts to him. She would have hugged him then, except he'd just finished digesting her muscles.

There was something else too. Once he was living inside her, it meant he would be able to go with her wherever she went. He'd be able to see all of her world.

And, if Amelia wanted, she could introduce him to her friends. A quick kiss, just enough to pass on a single drop of his ooze, and then anyone she chose could be visited in the night by a hungry bed monster as well.

Amelia was already deciding which of her friends would be least likely to freak out at the idea.

He had said before that he was close to figuring out how, but he hadn't said anything about it tonight. Amelia had not asked. She knew he'd tell her when everything was ready.

Amelia slipped back into sleep. She dreamed of carrying her squishy friend in her tummy forever.

Her smile was radiant.


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	The End
	for now...




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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Kinda strange, huh? Okay, I admit it wasn't the usual digesto-type vore or midnight tentacle rape story. I enjoy new territory; sue me. ;)

Plus I have to admit, I would absolutely *love* having a big blob monster under my bed that'd come up and eat me and my plushies every now and then. Wouldn't you?

BTW, did anyone notice what the first two syllables of Amelia's name sound like? *bad pun warning* Tee hee!

"Under The Bed" Started 03/04/07, finished 03/04/07, editing completed 05/03/07

