"Does anyone know how we managed to get assigned to this shit-job of an assignment?" Twaine Grizzlelock, the Maned Wolf Ferrian fumed as he tried to get comfy in the shaky Grasshopper unit as it flew towards their destination. His teammates, all in tactical gear complete with oxygen-tanks & masks could hear the lanky, Ferrian's loud complaining all over the sparkling inter-com'. Sarisha, the Wolf Squad's Ferrian, female Ring-tailed Lemur & Explosives Expert gave a short hissing in response. "Perhaps it's done to save all of Humanity- & Ferrkind, ever thought of that, dipshit!", her frank response echoed through the intercoms. Ahead of them, the Greater Hellbeast's main urethral tract rose up to greet them, much like a gigantic, gapping sea-monster. Behind the oxygen mask Sharisha couldn't help herself but to feel awestruck by the monster's sheer size, especially compared to their six airborne Grasshopper troop ships. Moisture & musk escaping out from the Hellbeast's seven cockslits had formed a gigantic carpet of clouds in front of the approaching ships, only these clouds were anything but pretty, not to mention lethal to such smaller beings like themselves. Due to the high concentration of scent particles the clouds ahead could easily suffocate millions of lives, and should such a cloud be blown down by the wind towards the continent below the casualties alone would be monsterous. "Check your masks people, we're going in!", shouted Sharisha through the intercom. Anxious fingers and paws made sure to check straps and buttons before the six transport ships disappeared into the musk clouds. Almost immediately turbulence set in, rocking all the ships back & forth as they sought to clear the clouds. Then, after a couple of seconds of terror the clouds cleared as the six ships with Wolf Squad soldiers, researchers and demontologists entered the Greater Hellbeast's main urethral tract. Eyes flew upon in wonder and fear at the terrible sights before them. Thick, meaty, vein-covered walls, slick with pre'-semen pulsated and writhed with life and from the ceiling hung even larger strands of the same substance. Ocassionally, a huge drop would detach itself from the meaty, folded ceiling to splash down upon the writhing floor below. However, what was even more disturbing then this new, unexplored world where the literal pieces of smashed up continents that rested upon the meaty landscape, dotting the pulsating flesh like islands in a sea of writhing, slick meat. "Where the fuck do we even begin?", Grizzlelock's amazed whisper could be heard through everyone's intercom, echoing the thoughts of every member in the crew. "Land here!", shouted Sharisha suddenly as she climbed into the cockpit and guided the pilot to a relatively unmoving mass of slick flesh. The pilot swallowed hard but kept his cool and guided down his ship towards the disgusting ground, leading the landing as other ships followed behind. Upon landing the Grasshopper Helicop' immediately had it's landing feets sink into the moist ground below. Sharisha could hear the pilots, shaky, concerned voice in the intercoms as she and her team exited the vehicle on both sides. Every team member hit the slick ground, either slipping or sliding but all managed to get up on their feet/feetpaws and run a couple of yards away from the landing site, rifles and research equipment ready. Behind them the five other Grasshoppers slowly touched down, just when an earthquake, or what felt like an earthquake begun to make the entire, meaty landscape quiver, as if the Ascended Greater Hellbeast was unconsciously responding to the internal invasion. Sharisha managed a glance over her shoulder as frantic radio chatter from the pilots and remaining team members blasted out on the intercom. "We're stuck! We can't lift off! We can't lift off! We need to get- AHHHHHHHG!", horrified the commander watched as the fleshy ground underneath one Grasshopper suddenly gave way, swallowing up the entire vehicle into a massive, meaty sinkhole. A desperate soldier managed to throw himself off from the doomed transport to land with his arms outstretched on the edge of the sinkhole but thanks to the slippery surface he soon tumbled down together with the Grasshopper and the thirty members of his crew with a horrified scream. Just then, the fleshy ground closed up, muffling the screams and the sounds of an explosion. All around the other Grasshoppers met similar fates as they were either swallowed by the moving ground or crushed by it. The ring-tailed Ferrian Lemur commander could feel the fear spreading itself through her crew as they witnessed the destruction. "How the fuck... are we even.. supposed to-", gasped Marty, her human radio man although he didn't get to finish the sentence. A fleshy sinkhole suddenly opened up beneath his feet and the soldier tumbled down into it, drenched in Hellbeast pre'-semen. "Evan! Grab hold!", gasped Sharisha as she and Grizzlelock frantically tried to reach the human's flailing arms. "Get me the hell outta here!", roared the radioman back in response as he reached for their handpaws. Finally, to what seemed an eternity but only lasted for a couple of heartbeats they managed to achieve a grasp. "Pull me up, pull me up, pull me up!", shouted the terrified Evan. Sharisha and Twaine heaved with all their might, just then, the fleshy ground that had surrounded the terrified radioman closed with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered all across Sharisha's visir, yet through all the blood running down her oxygen mask she managed to catch a glimpse of Evan's last moments. The radioman's fearful eyes were wide open, same as his mouth, from which came, thick red blood. The second heave pulled him free, the force causing Sharisha to trip backwards together with Evan's decapitated torso, entrails and gore staining her camouflaged suit. "Just what the fuck!? What the hell! What the fuck is this place!?!?", she heard Grizzlelock frantic ranting as she lay there, upon warm, slick, whriting flesh and stared into the dead eyes of her long, trusted radioman. "Calm yourself, Grizzlelock! We can't get excited, we need to press on", came another calm voice. Sharisha turned her head to see their Expedition Leader, the Prime female Human Demontologist, from the revered School Of The Unknown, Alerynn trying to calm the frantic Ferrian soldier. "Calm myself!? Why should I be calm!? We've lost all FIVE other teams and Grasshoppers! How the fuck do you expect me to stay calm!?", roared the soldier as his oxygen mask butted heads with that of Alerynn, golden hateful eyes staring into calm, deep-sea blue eyes behind rounded glasses. "Because we need to find a way to defeat this Ascended Greater Hellbeast, we need to find a way to defeat Zuul Grimtooth", declared Alerynn, still keeping cool. "Defeat!? I don't know if you know what that means but we just had all our teams killed and escape routes burned, lady! How do you expect to kill a Greater Hellbeast if just a silent dick-quiver can annihilate a team of 150 trained soldiers!? Answer me that, huh!?", fumed Grizzlelock, drool now seeping from his snarling muzzle in a frenzy. "This is his main ejaculation tract, there's a chance we could travel deeper, as deep as possible and setup a massive nuclear charge. This would render him impotent, unable to carry on his seed.", explained Alerynn, still as calm as ever, despite their situation and surroundings. "That's the idea but how do you plan to carry it out?", questioned Sharisha as he pushed herself clear off Evan's corpse and rose. "We have no Grasshoppers, so what - should we take a hike?", the Ring-tailed Ferrian Lemur commander could also feel her tempers rising. This human had so far not provided any answers and by the looks of the remains of Sharisha's squad, soldiers and scientists alike, all of them felt like leaving. This was a lost cause. "We would never reach our destination in time if we went on foot. This is his main urethral tract, both semen and urine runs through here. We would be washed away in a tidal wave in a day or two, or by the natural currents of his pre'-semen. We need to travel to some of those stranded continents and look for a means of transportation", Alerynn explained as she waved her right hand loosely around the multiple, stranded island continents. "Are you fucking kidding me!? You have any idea what size we are dealing with here, cunt-glasses!?! We are talking about continents! You're asking us to go on a hike to find another Grasshopper and not only that, to go deeper!? Say, what school are you from again, the School of Fucktard Insanity!?!?", raged Twaine. "I'm with Twaine here, even if he's a cock-hole, we need to get o--!", Sharisha's sentence was brutally cut off by yet another rumbling, this time it rose to ear-piercing levels. Soldiers and scientists alike scattered to hide behind fleshy, slick mounds. The unfortunate ones were either crushed or devoured by more opening and closing, fleshy sinkholes. Slowly, as the earthquake went on the light began to grow dimmer and with horror Sharisha watched as their last escape route to safety, the Greater Hellbeast's main urethral tract swelled shut with a resounding boom which sent shockwaves all across the fleshy landscape. Immediately, the lights mounted on each individual member's helmet sprung to life, revealing the survivors. "Those whom want to get out follow me!", barked the Lemur as she began to race across the slippery landscape. Several soldiers and researchers followed but not all. Other's heeded the call of Alerynn the Demontologist. "If you want to end it all, follow me!", Alerynn shouted before both groups parted ways. Sharisha felt her heart race as she ran along with her remaining crew, Grizzlelock included. What was the mad human thinking? Without a Grasshopper the vast distances needing to be travelled would take days, if not weeks judging by the size of the Greater Hellbeast's internal landscape. "I need some rocket-launchers, ready them up folks!", shouted Sharisha on the intercoms. Like clock-work toy soldiers her crew brought out their tubes of death and aimed them at the swelled-shut opening. "Fire!", she barked and a tiny rain of rockets left their tubes to seek their target. The distance they needed to travel almost felt agonizingly slow but after what seemed an eternity they struck their mark. The monstrous, closed opening didn't even shudder upon impact, neither did the rockets leave any mark upon the swollen, thick flesh. "You think we need a second barr-...!", Grizzlelock's suggestion was cut short by yet another earthquake. This one sounded deep, like coming forth from the deepest depths of the Greater Hellbeast monstrous body. What happened next was enough to break most of the surviving soldiers minds as their fleshy, pulsating world began to grow. The opening of the Greater Hellbeast's main urethral tract began to swell, moving away from them as their musk-filled world expanded with each quake. The Greater Hellbeast's already massive, internal world seemed to expand even more, slowly moving beyond comprehension. Grizzlelock tried to stand up but a violent wave of growth caught him unaware, tossing the Ferrian Maned Wolf face-first into his heavy machine-gun. His visor cracked with a sharp burst of broken glass, almost immediately he began to gasp for air but there was none to be found, just the heavily musk-filled odour of the Greater Hellbeast. Panicking he rose to his knees, clawing at his neck, his lungs desperate to suck in a few breaths of fresh air but all that he got was the thick, musky scent of Greater Hellbeast pre'-semen filling his lungs. A huge stream of vomits followed, all while he gulped for more air, yet there was none, just the thick, suffocating, internal odour of the Demon. Choking, he flipped to his back as his vision began to blur and melt with the writhing meat-walls moving above. "Shit! We need to go, the opening, use your grappling hooks!", shouted the Ferrian Lemur commander as she raced after the ever-lenghtening, flesh-world. All around her pulsating, meaty sinkholes opened up while the moist ground shuddered beneath her feetpaws. Sharisha saw soldiers falling down in them to her left and right, each death-scream she recognized as yet another trusted soldier lost as the masses of slick flesh enveloped and slowly crushed them. Despite their agile running and dodging the female Lemur commander could already see that they had lost the race. In fact, they were even further away from it now then when they started. Then another horrible thought struck Sharisha's mind, what if the sudden growth was the effect of the Greater Hellbeast growing erect and the rumbling being caused by the gigantic Demon grinding his massive malehood across the continent? Then it would mean that he soon would...! A horrified scream behind Sharisha's back brought her back to the present. Although the rumbling had died down for a couple of heartbeats they had soon begun again, although this time their approach and sound was different. Risking a glance over her shoulder as she ran, she looked back at one of the scientists whom had uttered the scream. Far, far behind them a monstrous, all-devouring wall of milky, thick Hellbeast cum came rushing towards them. There was no escape. The monstrous flood reached all the way to the fleshy ceiling down towards the writhing, pulsating ground. Even the large amounts of enormous continents that had dotted the Greater Hellbeast's internal flesh-valley seemed like specks of dust compared to the monstrous tsunami-waves of rushing cum. Sharisha stood transfixed, her body frozen in shock as the waves grew closer and ever larger. All around the Ferrian Lemur her soldiers and scientists scattered like leaves upon an autumn breeze, running aimlessly for a safety that wasn't there. A light hit her back and half-turning Sharisha watched as the Ascended Greater Hellbeast's swollen cock-slit finally opened up again. Sunlight streamed into the humid, foggy internal landscape and beyond she could see a light-blue sky. The rumbling and roaring of the oncoming mass of Hellbeast cum intensified, before she knew it, she was swept up into the waves, along with the many continents and her fellow soldiers. Lost within the current Sharisha Brightpaw closed her eyes as the thick-flowing pressure of cum slowly crushed her body. It felt like a lover's embrace, warm and reassuring. She wished she had a lover. Zuul Grimtooth let his huge, drooling tongue hang out from his maw, a deep rumbling growl escaping from his guttural throat as he breathed out. He had been tense for several days, yet this morning he had finally acted upon his urges to relieve some of that tension. The Ascended Greater Hellbeast allowed his goat-like eyes to travel across the drenched continent. Roughly 2/3rds of the once green and lush landscape, dotted with impressive mountain ridges and even more impressive cities had been drenched in his lust. Accompained by this came The Flight of Souls as millions upon millions of Human and Ferrian souls rushed towards Grimtooth to be absorbed as fuel. Their entry tickled his massive, muscular body, causing his malehood to create several pulsing waterfalls of more semen that drooled down upon the already soaked continent. He took a couple of moments to close his eyes, enjoying the sensation of relief and of millions of souls being absorbed into his demonic frame. Satisfied, Grimtooth rose up on his shaggy, spike-clad hooves and looked across the seas where other continents rested. In doing so, the Ascended Greater Hellbeast's shadow feel upon the doomed continents. In just a couple of heartbeats millions of heads turned to see what kind of shadow could block out the light from their two suns. Upon seeing the cause panic broke out and Grimtooth began the short walk across the shallow ocean, his malehood still erect and dripping. The drops that detached themselves from his massive rod or ballsack soon hit new continents, their force equalling that of several nuclear bombs. It seemed that there soon would be another Flight of Souls. THE END.