Talharim Tormented
A foul smell was everything that could have warned him about what was about to happen. In one moment Talharim was following his friends through the castle, staying a little behind them, absorbed in thoughts like he always had been, and in the next he smelled something stinky before he was being grabbed by his shoulders and lifted off the ground without being able to do anything to alarm the others. A surprised scream from him didn’t even reach their ears anymore, as it was muffled by some thick and smelly fabric that his face was pressed into.
His heart began to race in fear. The locals were right! This castle was haunted and he and his friends had set foot right into the residence of a vengeful spirit!
Deep inside he knew that struggling was to no avail, but he wasn’t able to control his basic instincts. And so he began to struggle against the tight grip while trying to breathe. But his nose was buried deep inside the smelly thing, and his flailing arms only hit what felt like a pillow filled with a doughy mass. A quiet chuckle was all he heard, before he felt pain. A piercing pain that went through his body as his captor bit into his spine, right underneath his neck. He heard an uncomely crunching sound, and suddenly the pain in his back subsided. His arms didn’t want to obey him anymore. Instead of flailing around, they suddenly hung down lifeless. Talharim panicked and inhaled more of the intoxicating stink, while trying to regain control of his body. He couldn’t feel his legs, nor could he feel his arms. The one thing he was feeling was the pain in his spine, but only above the point where he got bitten.
It took him a moment before the realization hit him. His spinal marrow had been severed by this cruel spirit, and he had been rendered quadriplegic, so he wouldn’t be able to run away. And he was unaware that the worst was yet to come.
Like an object, he was dropped to the floor, and he finally got a glimpse at the vengeful spirit that kidnapped him. Except that it wasn’t a vengeful spirit. It was a beautiful white owl that stood above him and looked down on him. Her beak was bloody and now that he was lying on the ground he felt his neck fur above the bite getting warm. The wound where she bit him was still bleeding. And he still wasn't able to move a muscle. He would die here, he was sure.
“Can’t escape me now, you tasty morsel.” the owl snickered and licked the blood from her beak.
Of course, she was right. He heard his own heart beating loudly in his chest, and suddenly there was a new sound joining it. At first, it sounded like a gurgle. Then he heard a faint hissing that was coming from him. And soon after the hissing subsided, he began to hear a wet crackle.
The owl looked at him and tilted her head. “Soiling your pants like a pup.”
What was she talking about? Was he really…?
His face went red with shame when he realized that he must have indeed lost control over his bladder and bowels as well, and they had just emptied themselves out into the shorts he wore without a warning. He could smell it now, the stench of his piss and poop that was lingering right into his nose. Tears welled up in Tal’s eyes.
“Aww, don’t cry.” the owl lady said in a calming tone. “I’m going to put you in a fresh diaper, and it will all be over soon.” she began to grin. “It's going to be my diaper you will be put in, of course, but a fresh one nonetheless.”
Talharim turned his eyes to her. One of the few things he was still able to do in his situation. And at that moment he finally noticed the brown-stained, beanbag-sized padding around the owl’s waist. It sagged to the ground, and the leakguards around her legs were already stretched to the max. So that’s where the smell from earlier had come from. His face had been buried in her messy diaper the whole flight, and he even touched it and squished the mess around when he flailed his arms. Nausea washed over him, and he felt like throwing up.
“Eager to fill my padding, aren’t you?” she asked as she saw Tal’s glare. “Don’t worry, mushbutt. Your messy remains will be in my diaper in no time. And by the end of the night I will have let your friends join you as well, as a mushy pile of owl poop in my thick padding. How does that sound?”
“Please don’t hurt them.” Talharim begged her, his voice cracking. “And please don’t kill me!”
His gaze quickly wandered across the room. There had to be something in here that could help him escape. Swords and shields on the wall. Too high for him to reach, even if he were able to stand up. A dusty mirror behind the owl that showed his reflection. A wet bulge had lifted his butt up, and even though he couldn’t feel it physically, he felt mentally filthy.
Before his eyes could explore the room any further, the owl spoke again. “Oh, I won’t hurt them. Their death will be painless. But a four-course meal made of delicious mice is something I don’t get to enjoy every day. And now that you can’t feel pain anymore, I know exactly how I’m going to play with you. But first, I promised you that you’d end up in a fresh diaper.”
She began to undo the tapes of her packed padding, and Talharim couldn’t avert his eyes from her beautiful form. How many others had been eaten by her already? And how many would fit into such a sagging diaper until it ripped? Those and other questions raced through his mind, when the owl stepped out of the diaper and balled it up as far as that was possible with such a massive thing. She stood naked in front of him and covered her private parts with the thick, bloated diaper. “It’s uncouth to stare at a naked lady!” she scolded him. “You are a bad boy and need to be punished! Don’t worry! Soon enough, you’ll be closer to my tushy than you want to be.”
And the punishment came. She lifted the heavy diaper above Tal’s face and let it fall down. With a wet Squelch his face got buried under it and his sight and hearing were blocked. The foul stench was breathtaking. It felt overwhelmingly hot on his face. If her mess had been in this thing for days or even weeks, how did she keep it warm? Was she a supernatural being after all?
Minutes went by that felt like hours. He couldn’t hear nor was he able to see anything. He couldn’t move. The only thing he could do was to breathe in the putrid smell that came from the full padding above him that had become the grave for so much prey before. Prey like him, which had ignored all the warnings and entered the castle at their own risk. A risk that sent them on a one-way trip through the owl’s digestive system and right into her diaper as a mushy pile of feces.
A spine-tingling Crunch broke the silence he was caught in. He didn’t know where it came from until the owl lifted the full padding from his face, only to present herself with a fresh diaper around her waist and something that was sticking out of her beak. It looked like… legs.
Instinctively, Talharim looked over to the mirror again. Where his poopy pants had been before was now a bloody puddle. The half of his body from his waist down was gone. In shock, he looked back at the owl lady that looked straight into his eyes and gulped down Tal’s lower body. He could see it bulging out her throat and travelling down into her stomach.
“Did that hurt?” she asked him with her soothing voice.
“N-no…” Tal answered truthfully. This couldn’t be real. He felt a dizziness washing over him. It almost felt like he was dreaming.
“And do you believe me, when I tell you that I won’t hurt your friends either?” she smiled, with her beak still bloody.
Talharim hesitated. If he dreamt, this would mean that he’d wake up, when he died. “... I do.”
“Good boy. Now before I devour the rest of you, I want you to get a glimpse of what you will be looking like in a few minutes.” she said and Tal could hear a loud Gurgle coming from her stomach. “I’m speeding up my digestion, before you die of blood loss.” she explained when she saw his puzzled face. Of course. Speeding up her digestion. No one was able to do that. He was certain now that this was just a dream. A nightmare, but a harmless one.
Then the owl was over him, her fresh diaper pressed against his nose. But it wouldn’t stay fresh for long, as she began to grunt and slowly pushed a hefty load of poop into her padding. A hefty load that had been his legs just a minute ago.
Tal smelled his own digested remains when the first lump of owl shit hit the fabric, and his nose got buried in the backside of her diaper. He felt nauseous again, but this time it wasn’t from the smell alone. It was a combination of blood loss, the smell, and the realization that he was about to die now. Good. That meant, he would wake up soon, and this nightmare would be over. He just hoped that he wouldn’t wake up with soiled pants. He had read before that when someone went to the toilet in their dream, they would mess themself in their sleep. That this owl lady ground her mushy, smelly padding against his face didn’t help him either, because the stench smelled all too real.
After a good minute of slowly pushing out Tal’s digested lower body and seemingly enjoying every second of it, the owl lifted her butt from his face again and looked at him.
Tal was barely alive. But that didn’t keep her from having her fun with him.
She stuck her head into his torso and with an audible Slurp she sucked his intestines out of his open body like they were spaghetti. Then she looked at him once more. “You look like you are about to die any second now. You were fun while you lasted. I think I will put an end to your life now. Too bad you won’t experience how I push you out into my padding. But I can tell you, for me, it will feel divine how your mushy remains will work their way through my bowels and then crawl out of my ass. How they are going to coat my tushy, when I am grinding my padded butt against the ground...”
Tal’s eyes were glassy, and he couldn’t catch a thought anymore. Those elusive little things always slipped through his grip, when he tried to get a hold of one. He couldn’t tell how long the owl had talked in monologue, but eventually she stopped. Her beak came closer and opened wide. He felt himself being lifted again. Then he got embraced by darkness and a slimy warmth. And as he slowly slid down her gullet, the sloshing sounds of her stomach lulled him to a sleep he would never wake up from.
He was already dead by the time the owl patted her belly with her wing and asked: “Let’s get your friends to join you, shall we?”
~
“Tal’s been missing for an hour now. Do you really think he panicked and went home?” Mafuta asked. “I think we should search for him.”
“He just wants to prank us, I’m sure.” Sel said.
“Even if he wanted, I’m sure he would give up trying after one hour of us not falling for it. What if he got lost in the castle and is already searching for us?” Pepper asked with concern in her voice.
“And if that’s the case, we should search for him.” Mafuta nodded.
Sel rolled his eyes. “Fine. We will split up. If anyone finds him, post in the group chat, and we will meet up again here.”
“I have told Tal so many times that he needs to get a phone.” Pepper sighed. “We could have easily called him now.”
“He can be an idiot sometimes.” Sel shrugged. “See you later, guys.”
The three mice split up and went in different directions to explore the castle. They kept their phones out and updated each other in the group chat whenever they thought they heard something.
Pepper was in a dimly lit hallway, when her phone vibrated once more.
A new message in the group chat. From Mafuta.
“Guys, I think I found Tal. And I can’t wait to join him <3”
Pepper raised her eyebrows in confusion when she opened the message. There was a photo that accompanied this weird text. It was a selfie of Mafuta. Her eyes seemed to stare through the screen right into Pepper’s soul. Mafuta posed in front of something, her fingers formed a peace sign like she had done in many selfies before. Behind her was something that looked like a thick cushion, and it was stained completely brown.
“What the hell, Mafuta?” a new message from Sel came in.
A line of text plopped up, indicating that an explanation from Mafuta was on its way:
“Mafuta is recording a video…”
You invaded her castle, this scary place
And now you’ll pay the price
She devours you without a trace
And left are just three mice
At first, she looks so tame
Like she couldn’t hurt a fly
But when you are her game
It is your time to die
There is no preferred method she has
As long as you end in her tummy
Soon enough, you will push out of her ass
And you won’t smell as yummy
But the biggest secret is not yet uncovered, it still hides in her tower
Tal only got a glimpse of it, before his final hour
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