Millie’s Cult

Millie (fem Tails) is a cult leader who does everything she can to make her followers happy. She has no magic powers and it bothers Surge, who wishes to help Millie become stronger. She forces herself down Millie’s throat and inspires many more to follow her example and turn Millie into a real goddess with unmatched strength and appearance. It happens just in time since Sonic, Shadow, Blaze, and other members of the Old Faith cult attack their village, only to be gobbled up by Millie.

Please, be advised this story is 12k words long and contains the following: Sonic the Hedgehog & Cult of the Lamb crossover, female fox pred (Millie, fem Tails), willing female preys: Surge, Cream, Vanilla, Sally, Whisper, Tangle, Rogue, Fiona; willing male prey: Kitsunami; unwilling female preys: Sonia, Blaze; unwilling male preys: Silver, Sonic, Manic, Shadow, Knuckles; mass same size oral vore, huge belly bulge, gooey digestion (pleasant for willing and painful for unwilling preys). Reader’s discretion is advised – enjoy! ;)

This story happens in an alternative universe. All characters in this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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A small village sprawled on the bank of a winding river in a cozy valley between gentle grassy hills. A few dozen huts surrounded a small square with a bonfire in the middle, where the villagers loved to gather to celebrate the victories of their glorious leader. Her name was Millie, and she worked tirelessly to earn the devotion of her followers.

Those who had joined her cult first had still remembered the fragile vixen fighting monsters in dungeons barehanded, cutting wood and even building a public outhouse. Backbreaking labor gave its fruits, and now her cult became big enough to offload these humiliating duties on someone else and focus on keeping the village safe and bringing in the new cult members.

Not all new members came willingly though. Some of them used to be enemies that became friends. Surge, a green-furred tenrec with an obnoxious character and unhealthy obsession with following the orders, used to work on the Old Faith cult. She tried to kill Millie, using lightning magic, yet was taken down by a simple rock that the vixen launched in her head using a wooden club as a baseball bat.

When Surge woke up, she found herself and her assistant Kitsunami the fennec in a wooden cage on the central square of Millie’s village. She expected to be sacrificed like the hapless members of Millie’s cult when they were captured by the Old Faith cultists. To her surprise, Millie just kept her there and let her watch the life in her cult.

All members were well-fed, looked happy and healthy, and in three days she saw not a single bloody ritual. It was something unheard of in these lands. No wonder Surge decided to switch sides, and her sidekick Kitsunami had no choice but to follow her.

In the following year, Surge became the most zealous member of Millie’s cult. She spread her faith as pilgrim and brought more and more new members in the cult. She felt especially proud for convincing Rogue the Bat to join them since her ability to fly and scout the area was priceless.

Some of the new members even possessed magical abilities like Surge herself. The fact her leader still couldn’t use magic at all bothered her a lot. So much so that she decided to take the initiative in her hands for the first time in her life and do something unthinkable.

Millie was returning back from another raid, bruised, tired but happy. She was followed by a sheep and rabbit, who decided to join her cult after she saved them from an undead horse by bonking it back into the grave with a war hammer. She sent them to the shelter and planned to have some good rest at home but stumbled upon Surge, sitting on the porch of her house.

“Hey, Surge…” Millie greeted her tiredly.

“Hi, Millie!” Surge replied, smiling anxiously.

The vixen frowned once she noticed that Surge had no piercings and metal accessories, which became an integral part of her image. Now she wore just the simple hemp clothes worn by the ordinary cultists.

“Is it just me, or do you look different today?” Millie finally asked aloud.

“Oh, I… uh… fell into a… puddle and my clothes are drying now…” Surge replied, obviously making it up.

“Even your piercings?” Millie asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

“U-uh, yeah! I don’t want them to rust, you know…” Surge said.

“O-okay…” Millie hummed, pretending to buy it. “Could you move a little? I’m so freaking tired to swing this hammer that I’m barely standing…” Millie murmured and yawned widely.

Suddenly, Surge pounced at her, making her drop the hammer and back away. Millie goggled her eyes in shock as Surge suddenly shoved her snout into her wide open mouth. Surge didn’t waste even a second and pushed the rest of her head into Millie’s mouth, making her jaw dislocate with a silent crunch.

“Gosh, I hope I don’t hurt her…” Surge thought.

“What the hell is wrong with this tenrec?!” Millie thought, seemingly unbothered by her dislocated jaw.

Surge kept stubbornly pushing her shoulders and then chest into the hapless predator’s throat. Millie’s slender neck bulged with the shape of Surge’s head and then torso. Foxes were natural predators, so Millie’s ribs and sternum were held together by elastic tendons. They allowed her chest to deform freely as the same size prey passed through it.

“I’m so sorry for stressing you out, Millie, but I just have to do it!” Surge thought, hearing Millie’s rapid heartbeat and breathing as close as theoretically possible.

She couldn’t utter a word since her snout was constricted by the rippling walls of the predator’s esophagus. But soon her head squeezed through the narrow sphincter into the much roomier fleshy chamber of the predator’s stomach, making Millie’s belly bloat as if she was pregnant.

“Whoa, look! Our leader is eating Surge!” Exclaimed one of the cultists passing by.

“No, I’m not! She’s shoving herself down my throat by force!!!” Millie thought in despair.

She bent in half and squeezed her bloating belly with both hands, trying to push Surge back out. It appeared to be a big mistake, since Surge’s legs, formerly helplessly kicking in the air, now were standing on solid ground.

“Please, don’t resist and let me feed you!” Surge said as soon as her mouth was free.

Her words put Millie into stupor, giving the stubborn tenrec another precious moment to push herself even deeper into the vixen’s throat and make her sit down on the ground. The hapless predator was forced to swallow her prey’s rear. This resulted in Surge’s torso joining her head inside Millie’s stomach.

At this point, poor Millie had no choice but to give up. She whimpered and took the first awkward gulp, slurping in Surge’s shins. Then she took another gulp, pulling Surge’s feet into her mouth. Finally, she snapped her jaws shut and took the last gulp.

Millie moaned and huffed as her prey’s body passed all the way through her esophagus and curled into a fetal position under the pressure of her elastic stomach walls. She winced and let out a thunderous belch, spraying plenty of saliva all over her bloated belly. Her stomach walls shrunk around her prey even tighter, making the outline of Surge’s body clearly visible through the taut white furry pelt of Millie’s bloated belly.

“Surge, what the hell was that?!” Millie asked as soon as she caught her breath.

“Please, forgive me for my audacity, Millie, but I just couldn’t bear the fact that I have magic powers and my beloved leader – doesn’t! You need it to protect your followers, and I’ll gladly sacrifice my life to make you stronger!” Surge spoke from Millie’s stomach.

She began to gently massage its sensitive walls with her fingertips to ease the tension and make the experience more pleasurable for the predator. Judging by the trickle of saliva that leaked out of the panting vixen’s mouth – she definitely succeeded.

“I… see the logic behind it, but you could have asked the permission first!” Millie said.

“Be honest with yourself, what would you reply to a question like that?” Surge asked.

“I would reject you, because murdering my own followers for power is wrong," Millie said gloomily.

“This is exactly why I decided to feed myself to you, Millie! You’re nothing like my previous leader. Your motives are noble and pure. That’s why I want to become a part of you and make you stronger,” Surge said.

“That’s very flattering, but still, are you sure about it?” Millie asked, blushing cutely.

“Absolutely!” Surge said resolutely.

“Then I want you to eat me too, Millie!” A thin voice made the vixen flinch and look back.

At least a dozen of cultists gathered in a half-circle behind her, gazing at her bloated belly and the squirming tenrec inside it. A small fennec with teal fur stood in front of them with the determined look on his face.

“Kitsunami, I will kindly remind you that you will die in my stomach!” Millie said, still struggling to wrap her head around the idea that some of her cultists actually wanted to become her dinner.

“I know, but so will Surge!” The fennec exclaimed. “I’ve been following her everywhere as long as I remember myself…” He said, approaching the vixen. “You’re a noble leader and my healing powers definitely will be useful for you to treat your followers…” He added, putting his hand onto Millie’s bloated belly and making her flinch involuntarily. “Please, eat me. Let me be with Surge forever as a part of you…” He pleaded, looking Millie in the eye.

“Fine, if you ask me so nicely, then it would be cruel to reject you…” Millie sighed.

She grabbed the small fennec firmly, pinning his arms to his sides, and lifted him effortlessly off the ground. She squinted at the crowd and blushed as it suddenly started cheering her on.

“Eat him, Millie!”

“You deserve to have magical powers!”

“You’re the best leader that ever lived, and with their powers you’ll become a real Goddess!”

“Goddess Millie… I love the sound of that!” Millie chuckled, licking her lips in anticipation.

She opened her mouth wide, washing Kitsunami’s face with her hot, humid breath. Then she gently pushed his snout into her maw, once again shivering when her jaw dislocated to let her prey’s entire head enter her mouth.

Kitsunami was half the size of Surge and wasn’t struggling at all. Swallowing him was easy even for an inexperienced predator like Millie. Gulp after gulp, she steadily devoured the fennec. Her neck and then chest bulged out with the shape of his body as it squeezed through the narrow rippling tube of her esophagus. Soon, his head squeezed into Millie’s stomach and he faced his idol.

“I’m so proud of you, Kitsunami! You’re the best assistant I could dream of!” Surge said.

“Thank you, Surge! It feels pretty nice, actually…” Kitsunami said, enjoying the rhythmic pulsations of Millie’s gullet. “Albeit a bit cramped…” He added as he was forced to snuggle to the tenrec under the pressure of the predator’s flesh.

“Hah… ha-ah… well, you’re in my stomach, what else did you expect?” Millie panted sarcastically once her mouth was free.

She leaned back against the wall of her shack, opening her legs wide to let her bloated belly rest on the ground. She rubbed its taut pelt with both hands, feeling every subtle move of her preys inside her stomach.

“Millie!”

A melodic female voice distracted the vixen from gazing at her own belly. She rose her glance and saw Vanilla, a rabbit lady in her mid forties, approaching her from the crowd. She was pulling her daughter Cream after herself. She had turned eighteen the other day, and was probably the prettiest girl in the cult, besides Millie herself, of course.

“Uh, what now?” The vixen murmured irritably.

She let out another hearty belch, making her preys’ squirming inside her stomach intensify. Suddenly, Vanilla fell to her knees and made a request that was like cold shower to the predator.

“I plead you, eat my daughter too!”

“Vanilla, dear, I would hesitate even if you asked me to eat you, but you’re asking me to eat another person, and that’s a whole new level of madness…” Millie murmured.

“Please! She is young, healthy and very magically gifted! She will taste lovely and make you even stronger!” Vanilla kept begging with a fanatical gleam in her eyes.

“Even if all of that is true, I won’t eat any of my followers until I’m absolutely certain they’re willing to be eaten!” Millie frowned.

“I want you to eat me, miss Millie…” Cream finally spoke for herself, taking off her hemp robe and blushing cutely as now she was standing in public in just her underwear.

“But why?!” Millie asked at a loss, trying not to stare at Cream’s curves.

“Because you’re so beautiful, so kind, so strong and so noble!” Vanilla replied instead of Cream.

“I was talking to your daughter, Vanilla…” Millie frowned angrily, making Vanilla lower her ears and look away shyly.

“I agree to everything my mother said… plus… your preys seem to really like it in there…” Cream said.

“Yes, it feels absolutely gorgeous!” Surge’s muffled voice sounded from Millie’s belly.

“Although a bit cramped…” Kitsunami scolded.

“Fine, I guess I can fit one more prey in that case, although it’s only going to get even more cramped inside me…” Millie chuckled, giving her belly a teasing spank.

“Thank you for your generosity, Goddess Millie!” Vanilla exclaimed, bowing to the ground. “Please, let me feed my daughter to you…” She added, getting up and picking up Cream bridal style.

“Uh… okay?” Millie murmured, struggling to understand how eating someone could be seen generous.

She opened her mouth and tilted her head up a little, still sitting on the ground with her back resting against the wall of her hut. Vanilla lowered Cream’s booty into Millie’s mouth. The vixen’s jaw once again dislocated with a quiet crunch, and her eyes goggled in shock.

“Is she doing this on purpose or is she really that dumb?!” Millie thought irritably.

Still, she took the first awkward gulp, stretching her maw over Cream’s rear. Then another one and another one, forcing the rabbit girl to bend in half. Cream seemed to be just as confused with her mother’s choice of her position as the hapless predator yet played along. She hugged her legs and tried to squeeze herself as tightly as she could to make it easier for Millie to swallow her.

“Well, at least Cream seems to be really willing and not just doing what her mother told her to do…” Millie thought, rolling her eyes and taking another gulp.

“Mf-f, it’s so tight… yet feels so… good…” Cream murmured.

She huffed and panted, enjoying the rhythmic pulsations of the predator’s esophagus that were dragging her deeper and deeper into Millie’s body.

“Can’t argue with that…” Millie thought.

The flavor of Cream’s semi-dressed body was unmatched by any prey she had eaten before, let alone regular food. So, the vixen indulged in licking the rabbit girl’s rear and then thighs. Her stomach rumbled hungrily, even though it already held two prey.

Millie’s gulps became faster and stronger as she ravenously devoured her natural prey. Soon Cream was too deep in the predator’s throat for her mother to hold her. The vixen licked her breasts through the hemp bra. Then she licked her blissful face, soaking the rabbit girl’s fur with her hot, sticky saliva.

The predator’s chest was deformed beyond belief yet it still managed to fit her prey even in such a peculiar position. Millie took another gulp, slurping in Cream’s shins and long bunny ears. Then she wrinkled her nose, taking one last gulp and sending the rabbit girl all the way into her stomach.

The vixen’s belly bloated even more, accommodating the third same-size prey. It protruded forward so much that passed the feet of her wide spread legs. Her breasts were resting on top of it now, although they were too little for that to make a difference. The crowd that watched her with bated breath began clapping their hands.

“Well, if my people applaud me, it means I’m doing something right…” Millie thought, smiling involuntarily. “Hah… ha-ah… are you happy now? I… UR-R-RP!!! I ate your daughter… like you asked me to…” She panted aloud, belching straightly into Vanilla’s face.

“Yes, but… I have another plea, my Goddess…” Vanilla asked coyly, cherishing every droplet of the predator’s saliva that landed on her face.

“Let me guess, you want me to eat you too?” Millie asked sarcastically.

“How did you know?” Vanilla asked sincerely. “You really are a goddess if you can read my mind!” She exclaimed.

“As if there is much to read…” Millie thought, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Fine, but I’m still disgruntled with your behavior…” She said “…and stupidity…” she thought “…so you will have to crawl down my throat on your own if you want to join your daughter in my stomach so badly,” She added.

“Sorry for disappointing you, my Goddess! Please, let your stomach cleanse me of my sins…” Vanilla said.

As she spoke, she stripped down to her underwear, then tossed her dress on top of Cream’s robe and finally approached the predator. Millie didn’t say anything and just opened her mouth wide, beckoning the zealous rabbit lady with her tongue tip. Vanilla immediately put her hands together and gently stuffed them into Millie’s mouth.

“Please, tell me if I make you feel uncomfortable, and I will stop immediately!” Vanilla said carefully.

“How am I supposed to tell you anything with my mouth full of you, you fool?” Millie thought sarcastically.

She didn’t bother to take a single gulp and just looked Vanilla in the eye as she slowly plunged her arms into her throat. Then Vanilla pushed her snout into Millie’s mouth, making her jaw dislocate and then shoving her whole head into the predator’s throat. Since Millie showed no signs of objection, the zealous rabbit lady became bolder and wiggled her shoulders, pushing them into the predator’s throat and her head into the predator’s chest.

Vanilla was mesmerized by Millie’s slowed heartbeat and calm, albeit strained breathing. It seemed like the predator wasn’t nervous anymore and got used to her new duty, despite how bizarre and borderline insane it was. Vanilla’s hands and then arms squeezed through the tight fleshy orifice into the crowded stomach of the vixen. Her head and then torso soon followed it.

Millie didn’t miss the opportunity to gnaw on Vanilla’s meaty posterior, making her squeak and kick her legs in the air a little. Finally, the vixen tilted her head up, letting gravity finish the job for her and shove the rest of Vanilla into her poor stomach. Her belly now became simply gigantic. It sprawled over her widely spread legs and completely hid the predator from the eyes of her cultists.

“UR-R-RP!!! Ugh, now everyone… go away! I wouldn’t fit… another prey even if I wanted to… and I don’t want to!” Millie whined, struggling to breathe with her overfilled stomach pressing on her lungs from below.

The crowd dispersed with a disgruntled murmur, leaving only one squirrel behind. The vixen craned her neck, peeking out from behind of her engorged midsection.

“Haven’t you heard me, Sally? I won’t eat you!” Millie scolded.

“I understood that, Millie, but… maybe you could let me rub your belly a little?” Sally asked, approaching the stuffed predator. “Just to help your preys settle down and digest faster and easier…” She elaborated, kneeling down next to the vixen.

“That… sounds nice, actually! Go on!” Millie said.

“With great pleasure, my leader!” Sally replied, smiling happily.

She put the second hand onto Millie’s bloated belly and began to gently rub it in circular motions. She couldn’t help but blush as she felt the four preys squirming beneath the taut furry pelt. The more Sally rubbed Millie’s belly, the more gastric juices oozed from the walls of the vixen’s stomach.

Those juices were rubbed into the bodies of her preys by the rhythmic contractions of her stomach walls, softening the cultists and making them snuggle to each other even tighter. Sally could distinguish moaning and murmuring, muffled by the predator’s flesh. But it didn’t sound like the preys were in pain. Actually, it was quite the opposite.

“It feels so nice to be your prey, my Goddess!” Vanilla’s voice was the loudest and the most ecstatic.

“I can feel my body softening already, and it feels so pleasant!” Surge echoed.

“Even if it is even more cramped in here than before…” Kitsunami remained true to himself.

“Knowing that I will make you stronger and better makes me happy…” Cream chirped.

“M-m-m, actually, I already feel stronger…” Millie murmured.

It wasn’t just a sensation though – her preys had already partially drained into her guts and filled her body with nutrients and magical energy that she had never felt inside her before. And her body liked that. So much so that despite her belly had barely shrunk, her mouth was already filled with saliva that dripped down her chin. She looked at Sally hungrily, and the squirrel suddenly rose in the air.

“Whoa… is that… magic?” Millie babbled in shock.

“I guess so, ‘cause I’m a regular squirrel, not a flying one…” Sally said, waving her arms and legs in the air in a vain attempt to keep her balance.

“Tell me, Sally… do you want me to eat you?” Millie asked, bringing Sally over her head.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want that!” Sally exclaimed.

“Then take off your robe and prepare to be swallowed…” Millie cooed.

She didn’t have to ask twice – the excited squirrel ripped her robe off and shook off her sandals, leaving only her underwear on.

“You look delicious…” Millie purred, bringing Sally’s feet to her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and gave her soles a playful lick, making her giggle involuntarily. “And you taste delicious too!” Millie cooed, licking her lips hungrily.

She had no idea how to control her new magical abilities, but it seemed like magic just obeyed her desire. As soon as she opened her mouth, the squirrel began to descend into it feet first. Millie took her time, licking all over Sally’s feet, then shins and thighs as she was slowly sinking in her throat under her own weight.

“Oh, thank you… thank you so much for eating me, Millie…” Sally murmured.

Her eyes half-closed and her ears lowered as she enjoyed every pulsation of the predator’s gullet walls and every lick of the predator’s tongue. Soon her feet entered Millie’s stomach. The rest of her legs followed them, forcing the four softened preys to move away to let the fifth into their crowded prison of living flesh.

Meanwhile, Sally’s belly already vanished in Millie’s maw. The prey looked into the eyes of the predator with pure love and adoration, happy to become a part of someone stronger and greater just like the others before her. Soon, Millie’s jaws stretched over Sally’s breasts and then shoulders.

The squirrel’s arms were pinned to the sides of her head by the walls of the predator’s throat. Sally looked up at the patch of blue sky, framed by the predator’s teeth as her head was slowly but surely sinking in Millie’s throat. Finally, the vixen took one last gulp, slurping in Sally’s arms like noodles and sending another happy prey into her not-so-happy stomach.

Millie’s belly bloated so much that the pelt on it was audibly creaking with tension, threatening to burst open at any moment. The poor vixen was barely able to breathe. Never before in her entire life she ate this much. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she’d eaten as much in the whole year before as she did now at once…

“I… I did it… I… I ate five members of my cult…” Millie babbled.

She could hardly believe her own words, but her huge rumbling belly left no room for doubts. The silhouettes of her numerous preys were distinctly visible through her taut furry pelt, although their outlines were getting softer and smoother with every minute as her digestion really kicked in.

“Of course you did! You’re our Goddess, and there’s nothing you can’t do!” Vanilla said fanatically.

“Or, at least there won’t be such things after you digest us and absorb our powers…” Surge murmured barely audibly.

She was eaten first and spent the most time soaking in the predator’s gastric juices. The lower half of her body, which was permanently submerged in the caustic bubbling slime, had already turned into mush and was draining into Millie’s guts non-stop.

Kitsunami, who was eaten second but was much smaller than his idol, had already passed away. His softened body was completely crushed by Sally’s meaty posterior that landed right onto him once the squirrel was fully inside the vixen’s stomach.

“O-ops, seems like I crushed someone…” Sally said shyly. “Oh, well, I guess it doesn’t really matter…” She shrugged.

The squirrel girl put her hands onto the sensitive wall of the vixen’s stomach and began to massage it tenderly.

“Yeah, I guess it doesn’t… soon you’ll all be a part of me anyway…” Millie huffed, enjoying every touch of Sally’s hands.

“You’re a perfect leader… becoming a part of your beautiful body is a privilege worth… dying for…” Vanilla murmured with her usual religious zeal.

She passed away shortly after Surge and before her daughter despite she was swallowed later. The fanatical rabbit mom wanted to be digested really badly, so it was no wonder that the predator’s stomach favored her.

“If you say so, but I still feel a little uneasy for eating Cream…” Millie panted.

She was overwhelmed with pleasure from digesting live preys. Her body was transforming right before her eyes, growing taller, stronger and curvier, but luckily not fatter.

“How many times do I have to say that I wanted to be eaten too, Millie?” Cream sighed tiredly.

She was barely conscious at this point, yet just like the others, she enjoyed every moment spent in Millie’s stomach.

“Well, in that case, my conscience is clean…” Millie crooned.

She hugged her belly, which had already shrunk to the size of a heavily pregnant woman’s belly and was only getting smaller by the second. That gentle pressure was enough to send Cream after her mother.

“It feels so good to be your prey, Millie… thank you… for everything…” Sally whispered before passing away too.

“You’re welcome…” Millie sighed.

She looked at her shrinking belly with sorrow. Even if all her preys were willing and eating them felt absolutely divine, she still would miss them. Although she had to admit that they added to her figure nicely. By the time her belly returned back to normal, her breasts and booty surpassed the size of Vanilla’s, making her even hotter than she already was. She got up effortlessly, feeling the unusual influx of energy that completely eliminated her drowsiness after the exhausting raid.

“I expected digestion to take way longer than that…” Millie murmured, confused. “Well, I guess now it’s time to test my new powers and see if they were worth it…” She shrugged.

She walked to the central square and saw the pile of firewood her followers had prepared for the bonfire they burned every Sunday to celebrate the glory of their village and the wisdom of their leader. More and more cultists gathered around it as the sun approached the horizon and their duties came to an end. Some of them felt bold enough to comment on Millie’s gains.

“You look absolutely stunning, Millie!”

“It seems the sacrifice of our brothers and sisters wasn’t in vain!”

“But did you get any magical powers?”

“Let’s find out together!” Millie said cockily.

The vixen stuck out her tongue, squinted her eye, and pointed her index finger at the pile. Obeying her desire, the magical energy manifested itself as a dazzling blue lightning bolt that shattered one of the logs to pieces and ignited the other. A loud scream made Millie tuck her tail and lower her ears. She turned her head and saw that a chunk of wood pierced the shoulder of one of her followers.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Fiona! I swear, I didn’t mean to!” Millie babbled, dashing towards the other vixen.

“N-no, I’m sorry for getting in the way of your spell, Millie! I should have known better…” Fiona groaned in pain.

“Here, let me try and fix this…” Millie said.

She put her hands onto Fiona’s shoulder. The whimpering vixen fell silent and watched in awe as the splinter was pushed out of her shoulder by regenerating flesh and then fell to the ground, spilling only a few drops of blood.

“Everybody, look! Our great leader healed me! She truly cares about us!!!” Fiona exclaimed, showing off her shoulder to the cultists around her.

“Of course I care about you…” Fiona scolded, disgruntled that somehow this effortless magical intervention was seen as something greater than building an outhouse with her own hands.

“Hail to Goddess Millie!”

“Hail to Goddess Millie!”

“Hail to Goddess Millie!”

The cultists chanted ecstatically, kneeling down and bowing to the ground to their leader. Millie couldn’t help but blush – she was used to being loved and appreciated, but being worshiped was something new to her. And, to be honest, she liked it a lot…

After dancing around the fire with her followers until midnight, Fiona slept soundly until morning. She awoke to the sound of fighting.

“Must be Rogue and Fiona arguing over another shiny trinket…” Millie murmured.

She yawned, rubbed her eyes, got out of her bed, and put on her simple clothing. She took a mental note to order a new top from the local craftswoman since the old one was barely fitting her breasts. Finally, she stepped out of her hut, already prepared to lecture the two rivals about the importance of sharing and compassion in her cult.

Rogue and Fiona indeed were fighting, but not with each other as Millie had expected. Rogue lassoed a white-haired hedgehog and held him down while Fiona punched him in the face her with her bare hands.

“Thought you could steal our treasures, punk?!” Fiona growled.

“Better, thought I could find your leader and capture her!” Silver snarled.

He kicked Fiona in the belly, making her gasp and bend in half. Then he tugged the rope and made Rogue plummet to the ground. He pulled off the lasso that kept his arms pinned to his sides and then raised his hands just in time to block Fiona’s punch.

“Well, congratulations, you’ve found their leader!” Millie finally decided to intervene.

She aimed her hand at Silver, thinking about one thing – to make him stop. The white-furred hedgehog froze, unable to move a finger.

“What did you do?” He hissed through clenched teeth, squinting at the tall and busty vixen.

“I’m not sure – I’ve only got these powers yesterday and still try to figure out what they can do…” Millie said honestly.

“Thanks for stepping in, Millie,” Fiona panted, wiping sweat from her forehead.

“This bloke is Silver, we were on the same team in the Old Faith Cult. He can move things with his mind just like you, but his hands have to be free to do that, so I came up with a creative solution that backfired…” Rogue murmured, rising from the ground and rubbing her sore head.

“Really? You’re a magic user?” Millie crooned, licking her lips hungrily.

“Yeah, so what?” Silver murmured.

“I’m afraid that I will be the one capturing you…” Millie crooned, approaching the paralyzed enemy and pulling of his shirt, “…in my belly…” She added smugly and grabbed Silver firmly, pinning his arms to his sides.

“In your belly? What do you mean?” Silver asked, confused.

“Oh, you will see…” Millie chuckled.

She opened her mouth wide and shoved Silver’s head into it. He immediately started to scream, but his voice was muffled by the predator’s flesh. After devouring five of her followers, Millie’s body had already adapted to a new diet of same size preys. Gulp after gulp, she quickly devoured the paralyzed hedgehog’s shoulders and then chest. Then she effortlessly raised his lower half into the air using only her increased physical strength.

Fiona and Rogue watched slack-jawed at their leader stretching her maw over their enemy’s rear and then slurping in his limp legs like noodles. She only paused for a blitz moment to take off his shoes and throw them on the ground. She teasingly licked his bare feet and took one last gulp. The giant bulge slowly slid down the predator’s neck, deforming her chest. Finally, Millie’s belly bloated as the hapless prey curled up in her stomach.

“Thank you for the wonderful breakfast, girls… ur-r-r-rp…” Millie said, covering her mouth and letting out a silent yet long belch, making Rogue and Fiona blush. “I still could go for seconds though…” She added, smiling coquettishly and slowly rubbing her bloated belly with her hand.

Luckily for Millie, her cultists had just caught another intruder. Tangle, a pretty and athletic lemur girl with white fur, was holding a squirming hedgehog girl with pink fur in the coils of her long stripy tail. Whisper, a reserved and silent wolf girl, was following them, rubbing her eye as a bruise formed around it. She was Tangle’s spouse due to the unprecedented freedom of Millie’s cult, where anyone could marry whom they loved.

“Millie, look! Whisper caught his sneaky scoundrel when she tried to poison our well!” Tangle said in an inappropriately cheerful voice.

“If by ‘caught’ you mean got punched in the face and then called for help – then yeah, she surely did that…” The pink hedgehog snorted.

“I’m not an idiot to try and wrestle an obviously physically stronger enemy alone just to prove something, Sonia…” Whisper scolded.

“And that’s what makes you a perfect wife!” Tangle chirped, giving Whisper a hug and making her blush and look away awkwardly.

“What is wrong with your belly? Are you pregnant? And where is Silver?” Sonia asked, looking suspiciously at the motionless hedgehog-shaped bulge inside Millie’s monstrously swollen abdomen.

“You mean your white-haired friend? I ate him…” Millie cooed smugly, patting her belly lovingly and making Sonia’s confusion turn to fear.

“How… is that even possible?” She babbled.

“I have no idea, to be honest. I never would have known I was capable of that if my most devoted follower Surge hadn’t forced herself down my throat to make me stronger…” Millie said, remembering Surge with such warmth in her heart that Tangle and Whisper envied her.

“To be honest, I was thinking to do that too, but didn’t dare, as I wasn’t sure I could be of any use to you without magical powers…” Tangle said.

“Oh, Tangle, your strength and agility are magical on their own!” Millie cooed, looking at the athletic lemur girl appreciatively.

“Aww, thank you, Millie!” Tangle replied, blushing cutely.

She was so charmed by the sincere compliment from her leader that involuntarily relaxed the coils of her tail, allowing Sonia to break free.

“Let my friend go, you freak!” Sonia screeched, punching Millie in the face.

“You call that a hit?” The vixen asked sarcastically.

Sonia blinked in confusion since usually her punches knocked her enemies out. She tried to throw another punch, but Millie didn’t give her the opportunity and punched her in the jaw first, knocking her back a few steps and dropping her to the dusty ground.

“That’s a hit!” Millie said smugly.

“Oh, and what a hit it was! Absolutely amazing!” Tangle exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly.

“It wouldn’t be necessary if you were doing your job better, Tangle…” Whisper scolded.

“Come on, Whisper, cut some slack to your wife – you know how easily excited she is…” Millie chuckled indulgently, making Tangle blush.

“S-sorry… I was just so flattered by your praise that I couldn’t control my tail…” Tangle admitted shyly.

“You deserve every ounce of that praise…” Millie crooned, ruffling Tangle’s hair. “Now be a good follower and feed me my enemy…” She added, opening her mouth and pointing into it suggestively.

“With great pleasure, Millie!” Tangle chirped.

She wrapped her tail around Sonia’s torso, pinning her arms to her sides. But her legs were still free, and Sonia didn’t miss the opportunity to remind her enemies of that by kicking Tangle in the knee.

“Ouch… hun, could you help me, please?” Tangle asked her wife, rising the frantically kicking hedgehog off the ground with her tail.

“Of course,” Whisper replied, grabbing Sonia’s legs and holding them firmly.

“You won’t get away with this!” Sonia yelled as Whisper took off her shoes and brought her bare feet to Millie’s face. “My brothers Sonic and Manic will come and save me!” She screeched as Millie began to swallow her in big, greedy gulps.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of them too!” Tangle assured her in an inappropriately cheerful voice.

“Oh, I doubt that! You’ll never catch Sonic – he is the fastest hedgehog in the world!” Sonia said.

Millie rolled her eyes and took another gulp. Her mouth stretched over Sonia’s waist, soaking Tangle’s tail with saliva. The lemur girl couldn’t help but blush and only released the prey once the predator’s throat pulled over the prey’s chest. Honestly, she secretly hoped Millie would start swallowing her too. But Millie grabbed Tangle’s tail and pulled it out of her throat. Only then she took a greedy gulp and sent the squirming hedgehog into her stomach.

“UR-R-RP!!!” Millie let out a hearty belch into Tangle’s face, making her blush and wag her wet tail with excitement. “Uh, sorry for that…” Millie murmured, blushing herself.

“Don’t worry, Millie, it’s fine!” Tangle chirped, showing thumbs up. “Actually…” She hummed, rubbing the back of her head, “I wanted to ask you to eat me too…” She added, finally daring to look Millie in the eye.

“Oh, I would gladly do that! Bet your slender body would feel wonderful sliding down my throat…” Millie crooned in a dreamy voice, her mouth filling with saliva at the mere thought, “But… what will your wife say about this?” She asked dubiously and looked at Whisper.

“I certainly wouldn’t mind that…” Whisper said, approaching Tangle and giving her a tight hug. “As long as you swallow both of us at once…” She added with a mischievous smile.

“My-my, I’ve never tried that before! It’s going to be challenging but fun!” Millie cooed, licking her lips hungrily.

“With your telekinetic powers it should be a piece of cake!” Tangle encouraged her.

“Oh, but what’s fun in that?” Millie chuckled, stepping forward and pressing her belly against the snuggling preys. “No, I will eat you fair and square…” She cooed, grabbing them firmly with her hands and pulling them even closer, forcing them to bend over her bloated belly.

“Of course! Eat us however you please, our precious Goddess!” Tangle crooned.

She wagged her tail in anticipation as the predator’s jaws parted, giving her a brief opportunity to see the moist, pinkish interior of Millie’s mouth and feel her hot humid breath washing over her face. Then the predator’s jaw dislocated with a silent crunch that all the cultists got pretty used to by now.

Millie struggled a little to shove not one, but two heads into her mouth at once, yet she managed to do that. Her sharp teeth scraped against the necks of Tangle and Whisper, making them a little nervous. Swallowing their shoulders proved to be even more difficult than swallowing their heads, making the greedy predator whimper and whine as both her jaw muscles and throat walls were stretched to their limits.

But Millie stubbornly took one greedy gulp after another, consuming Whisper’s and Tangle’s chests. Their heads, meanwhile, squeezed into her own chest, stretching the tendons between her ribs and sternum to their limits as well.

“Gosh… I can not only hear but feel her heart beating…” Tangle muttered.

Millie’s heart was fluttering, almost crushed by the bodies of the two spouses, passing through her esophagus. Soon, their heads squeezed through the narrow sphincter into the much roomier yet already crowded fleshy chamber of the vixen’s stomach.

“No way, she eats her own followers?!” Sonia asked in shock.

“Yes, but only if we ask her nicely…” Tangle huffed.

She struggled to speak and even breathe with her and Whisper’s chests pressed together and constricted by the walls of Millie’s gullet. Another gulp forced their shoulders through the sphincter, pressing Tangle’s face face into Sonia’s belly and Whisper’s face into Silver’s back.

“Why in the world would you ask to be eaten?!” Silver asked.

The white hedgehog finally recovered from Millie’s paralysis spell and now was fruitlessly trying to move aside to let two more preys get into the predator’s stomach. Every gulp Millie took made her belly bloat more and more. The feeling of growing pressure inside was simply amazing to the predator and not so much for her preys, or at least for the half of them.

“As one of our sisters said: “Because becoming a part of our Goddess is a privilege worth dying for…”” Whisper panted.

She enjoyed every pulsation of Millie’s esophagus around her body. Millie’s jaws had already stretched over Whisper’s and Tangle’s booties, gnawing them playfully and making the spouses fidget with excitement. Another gulp pushed them a few inches deeper, forcing their enemies to snuggle to their backs and embarrassing them even more.

“Your whole cult is insane!” Sonia declared unapologetically.

“You seriously think that the bloody rituals of the Old Fate are better than being eaten by the hottest fox girl in the world?” Whisper asked sarcastically.

“Yes! At least it is not that… m-mf… weird…” Silver groaned.

The elastic walls of the predator’s stomach stretched easy enough to accommodate four preys, but their pressure was also strong enough to render them incapable to struggle. Soon, only Whisper’s and Tangle’s feet were sticking out of Millie’s mouth. She gave a few playful licks to their bare soles, making the wolf and the lemur girls giggle and fidget inside her body. Finally, the vixen took one last gulp, slurping in their long fluffy tails like noodles and sending the rest of her faithful followers’ bodies into her insatiable stomach.

Her belly sagged below her knees, almost touching the ground. It wasn’t surprising: the weight of four squirming same size preys was pulling it down. The vixen winced and let out a thunderous belch, spraying plenty of saliva over her engorged midsection. The elastic walls of her stomach collapsed around her preys even tighter, making the outlines of their intertwined bodies clearly visible through the predator’s taut furry pelt.

“Huff, you surely were delicious! Your sacrifice will never be forgotten…” Millie crooned, slowly rubbing her belly with both hands and enjoying every subtle movement of her preys inside her stomach.

“What the Hell was that?!”

An unfamiliar energetic male voice snapped the vixen back into reality. She saw two more hedgehogs, a blue one and a green one. Both looked equally terrified by her meal.

“Sonic!!!” Sonia exclaimed happily, stretching Millie’s stomach from within with her hands.

“S-Sonia?!” The blue hedgehog babbled in horror.

“Yes, it’s me! This monster ate me and Silver! Please, help us!!!” Sonia cried out.

“Stop insulting our leader, you faithless scumbag!” Whisper scolded and tugged Sonia by her hair, making her shriek.

“Well, forgive me for not being an idiot and not willing to freaking die!” Sonia snarled, hitting Whisper with her elbow and making her hiss in pain.

“Hey, don’t you dare to beat my wife!” Tangle exclaimed and pounced at Sonia, beginning to strangle her.

“Whoa, my meal sure is… hrk… feisty… urp…” Millie muttered, wrinkling her nose and belching as her preys started brawling inside her stomach.

“Don’t worry, Sonia, we’ll get you out of there!” Sonic exclaimed.

He dashed towards Millie at such speed that his silhouette turned into a blurry blue line and kicked her belly with both feet. The predator half-belched and half-vomited, spitting out Sonia up to her waist.

Both the vixen and her slime-covered prey were so shocked that stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Then Millie frowned angrily, put her hands onto Sonia’s head and shoved her back down her throat.

Sonic attempted another attack, but Millie pointed her finger at his direction and a bright blue lightning bolt hit his chest. Sonic screamed in pain and fell to the ground, shaking from electric shock.

“Looks like even you can’t outrun lightning…” Millie sneered.

“Sonic, no!” Manic finally recovered from the shock of everything he had seen and rushed to his brother.

“You, hedgehogs, really start getting me on the nerves!” Millie growled irritably.

She raised her hand and cast a paralysis spell, making Manic fall motionless on the ground face down next to his brother.

“M-Manic…” Sonic stuttered.

He tried to get up, but immediately fell back. His body just didn’t obey him. His brother, for his part, couldn’t even move a finger and just darted his eyes from side to side. His anxiety increased as he heard the heavy footsteps of the predator approaching him from behind.

“Sonic, what is she doing?” Manic asked nervously.

“She is… m-mf… crushing me with her belly…” Sonic whined.

The poor blue hedgehog was almost crushed by the weight of four preys, stuffed into Millie’s stomach. He didn’t even dream of getting up and watched in horror as the vixen reached for his brother’s legs, grabbed his ankles and pulled him closer to herself.

“W-why is she taking my shoes off, Sonic?” Manic babbled.

“Don’t you dare to even think of it, you monster!!!” Sonic growled, squirming helplessly under Millie’s belly.

“Or else what?” Millie chuckled mockingly, licking Manic’s bare feet and making the green hedgehog laugh involuntarily.

“S-stop that! It tickles!” Manic asked.

“Your wish is my command…” Millie cooed.

She opened her mouth wide and stuffed Manic’s feet into her throat. She didn’t waste any time and started to swallow him in big, greedy gulps.

“Sonic, help! She… she is eating me!!!” Manic cried out.

He could feel his legs inch by inch sinking into the predator’s gullet, but because of the paralysis spell there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“I’m trying!!!” Sonic whined.

He more or less recovered after the lightning strike, but the weight of the vixen’s gut immobilized him no worse than the paralysis spell. He was fast, but not strong. Now all he could do was watch helplessly as his crying brother disappeared down the predator’s throat before his eyes.

“N-no… please… I don’t want to!” Manic sobbed.

A small crowd of cultists already gathered around their leader. None of them looked scared or disgusted. If anything, they cheered her up and chanted.

“Eat! Eat! Eat!”

“Your wish is my command…” Millie thought, grinning.

She tilted her head up and slowly stretched her jaws over Manic’s head. She teasingly licked his face a few times, savoring the salty flavor of tears that soaked the fur on his cheeks. Then she snapped her jaws shut and took one last greedy gulp.

“No! No-o-o…” Sonic cried.

He watched helplessly as the silhouette of his immobilized brother slowly slid down the predator’s chest and joined his sister in the predator’s belly, making it even bigger and heavier.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” The crowd chanted.

“You are insane! Your whole cult is insane!!!” Sonic groaned, starting to squirm under Millie’s belly again.

“Excuse me? Weren’t you the one who came to our village and… UR-R-RP… tried to poison our people and kidnap their goddess?” Millie asked, belching loudly in the middle of her reply.

Her belly shrunk around her preys even tighter. Now Sonic could clearly see Manic’s and Sonia’s faces through the taut white furry pelt of the predator’s monstrously bloated abdomen. She no longer argued with her cultists’ desire to call her a goddess – after all, the powers she possessed now matched that flattering title.

“Yes, but at least we aren’t eating each other!” Sonic objected.

“Don’t you think that it is better than just sacrificing each other for the sake of casting powerful spells?” Millie asked. “Plus all the members of my cult I ate begged me to do this…” She chuckled smugly.

“That’s why I say you’re all insane!” Sonic stuck to his guns.

“Well, I guess I won’t be able to change your mind…” Millie shrugged, grabbed Sonic by the shoulders and pulled him out from under her belly. “And yet I’m going to reunite you with your siblings so you can all hate me together until you settle on my thighs forever…” She crooned, licking her lips in anticipation.

“You won’t get away with this! Our friends will come and kick your ass!” Sonic snarled, squirming as hard as he could in Millie’s stranglehold.

“Funny, I already heard that from your sister today…” Millie chuckled.

She opened her mouth and shoved Sonic’s head into it. She took her time, licking all over his face and then chest, enjoying his intensified struggling. Her cultists kept cheering her up. Rogue and Fiona, who had been standing silently nearby all this time, finally dared to approach their leader and began massaging her big belly.

“You’re such a great leader, Millie!” Rogue said.

“We thought you needed protection, but it looks like you’re the one protecting all of us!” Fiona said.

“And you’re doing a great job!” Rogue chuckled.

“I guess so…” Millie thought smugly.

She took another greedy gulp, stretching her jaws over Sonic’s rear. It wasn’t nearly as meaty as his sister’s, but still she bit into it playfully, making him kick his legs in the air.

“S-stop that! It is so gross!” Sonic whined.

His head passed through the predator’s chest, gradually approaching her ominously rumbling stomach, full of squirming and crying preys. He couldn’t believe his siblings and his friend were already stuffed in that deadly gastric sack. Although it was even harder for him to believe that there also were two of Millie’s own cultists who had asked to be eaten.

“If you insist…” Millie thought and rolled her eyes.

She took a few forceful gulps, slurping in Sonic’s legs. Rogue kindly took off his shoes, so Millie’s stomach wouldn’t have to deal with them later. The predator gave her prey’s bare feet a playful lick and took one last gulp, sending the fourth hedgehog into her stomach. Her belly bloated even more as he was forced to snuggle to the ball of five preys.

“BUR-R-RP!!!” Millie’s belch was so strong that made Rogue fall back, covered in saliva from head to toe. “Ugh, sorry… eating six preys at once is pretty challenging… even for a goddess…” She panted.

She looked down at her huge belly with the numerous intertwined silhouettes of her preys, four of whom were crying and begging for mercy as their bodies were scorched by her gastric juices. Tangle and Whisper, on the other hand, were moaning with joy. They were willing to be eaten, so Millie’s magical powers subconsciously made digestion pleasant and even blissful for them.

“We all thank you for making such sacrifices for our safety, Goddess Millie!” One of the cultists from the crowd said.

“Yes! We have never felt safer than under your wise guidance and protection!” The other one added.

“And we all want to repay you for your kindness…” Fiona cooed, gently hugging Millie’s belly and making her blush.

Three more invaders were waiting for a signal from their friends, hiding in the tall grass on the hill next to the village.

“Blaze, can you see them?” Shadow, a black-furred hedgehog asked.

“No… But I see a vixen with a very, and I mean very big belly…” A purple-furred cat murmured confusedly.

“She must be pregnant or something…” Knuckles, a red-furred echidna shrugged.

“With a house?” Shadow asked sarcastically as now even he could distinguish a huge white blob next to one of the huts.

“What do you mean?” Knuckles asked, squinting and trying to see anything unusual, but eyesight had always been his weakness.

“Her belly is so big that she must be unable to walk, and… something is squirming inside it…” Blaze said, feeling more and more anxious.

“Well, whatever it is, I can always beat it into submission!” Knuckles said, rising from the ground and cracking his knuckles iconically before running headlong to the village.

“Wait! Bonehead fool…” Shadow cursed, running after his hot-tempered friend. Blaze had no choice but to follow the guys, since being alone in the enemy territory was a recipe for disaster.

Knuckles acted expectedly bluntly and broke through the main gate, punching those hapless cultists that got into his way. He had no magic power, but his physical strength was off chart. Every punch he threw to someone’s head resulted in an instant knockout.

Blaze couldn’t brag physical strength, but she compensated the lack of it with her pyrokinesis skills. She threw a couple of fireballs at the huts, starting a fire. Shadow, in turn, possessed wind magic that worked in synergy with fire, making it stronger.

“Gosh, how many more idiots are going to come to my village today?!” Millie groaned.

Using telekinesis, she lifted her monstrous belly off the ground and headed towards the source of her followers’ screams. Rogue and Fiona immediately ran after her, then ran ahead of her to make sure nothing would happen to their beloved Goddess.

“Hey, jerks, what do you think you’re doing?!” Millie asked, turning the invaders’ attention to herself.

“And what did you do to our friends?” Blaze asked, looking unblinkingly at the vixen’s giant belly.

“Isn’t that obvious? I ate them!” Millie snickered, patting herself on the belly.

“Yes, Blaze, she ate us!” Sonia whined as she recognized the voice.

“And it freaking hurts so much!!!” Silver groaned. He had spent more time in the predator’s gastric juices than his friends, and he could already feel his skin melting.

“Don’t exaggerate! It might tingle a little, but it feels soo good in the end!” Tangle moaned, rubbing her cheek lovingly against the wall of Millie’s stomach.

“You’ll pay for this!” Shadow growled. “Blaze, fire!” He yelled.

The cat girl, without thinking, threw a fireball at Millie’s face. Shadow, in turn, punched the air. A strong gust of magical wind made the fireball swell to the size of Millie’s head midflight. But before it could hit the target, the vixen put her hand forward and caught it.

“Interesting… I’ll definitely play with your powers to find out how they work in synergy… after I digest you all, of course…” Millie said, looking at the fireball closely.

“Let’s see how you’ll play with my power!” Knuckles yelled.

He rushed towards Millie with a clear intent to punch her in the face, but the vixen threw the fireball at his chest. An explosion was so strong that the poor echidna was thrown back and his unconscious body knocked out Shadow, leaving only Blaze standing. But Rogue and Fiona weren’t wasting time either. The vixen crept up behind her and grabbed her firmly. The bat, in turn, tied the cat girl’s hands behind her back.

“Kitty, you do realize that this little fireball of yours could kill not only me, but all of your friends?” Millie asked, approaching Blaze, her belly bouncing with every step she took.

“Yes, but your belly will kill them anyway, and a monster like you must be stopped at all costs!” Blaze replied.

“Well, too bad you three failed to do that, so my belly will kill you too…” Millie chuckled. “Rogue, Fiona, it’s time to feed your goddess!” She cooed, opening her mouth invitingly.

“With great pleasure, Goddess Millie!” Fiona said excitedly.

She rose Blaze’s legs up and brought them to Millie’s face, barely giving Rogue enough time to take the prey’s shoes off. Millie took Blaze’s feet into her mouth, licking her soles and soaking them with saliva. The cat girl wrinkled her nose and fidgeted disgruntledly. Then the predator took the first greedy gulp, ingesting her prey down to the knees at once.

“Should we take her dress off, my Goddess?” Rogue asked carefully.

“Uh-huh…” Millie mumbled with her mouth full and took another gulp, swallowing Blaze down to the middle of her thighs.

She didn’t have to ask twice – Rogue just ripped Blaze’s dress off in a single swift move, leaving only her underwear on. The predator purred happily, taking another greedy gulp and swallowing Blaze’s meaty posterior. The cat girl took this humiliation with surprising dignity, neither begging for mercy nor swearing on her way down the predator’s throat. But the spite and hatred in the glance of her golden eyes were palpable.

Too bad a stare wasn’t enough to discourage Millie from devouring such a magically gifted prey. She took another greedy gulp, stretching her jaws over Blaze’s belly. Then another, nibbling playfully on her breasts. Finally, only the cat girl’s head was sticking out of the vixen’s mouth. She put her hand on top of Blaze’s head and intentionally slowly pushed it into her mouth.

“I’ll fry your insides…” Blaze suddenly uttered before her snout disappeared down the vixen’s throat.

Millie winced and took a forceful gulp, sending the gloomy cat all the way down her gullet and into her overfilled stomach, reuniting her with her screaming friends.

“Be my guest! Who knows, maybe you’ll be gifted enough to emit more magic energy than my stomach can absorb…” Millie snickered, giving her belly a teasing spank and letting out a loud belch.

Meanwhile, Shadow had recovered from his concussion. While Millie was busy taunting Blaze, he carefully pulled his left arm out from underneath Knuckles’ unconscious body. He raised his hand, aiming for the vixen’s huge belly.

“Millie, look out!!!” Rogue screamed.

She flapped her wings and pounced at Shadow, taking the blow with her chest. She screamed in pain as the magical wind blade easily cut through her clothing, leaving a deep wound. Still, she punched Shadow in the face with the full weight of her body, sending the sneaky hedgehog into a knockout again.

“Thank you for your vigilance and selflessness, Rogue! If it wasn’t for you, I might have died…” Millie said.

“It’s my duty… as your… follower…” Rogue wheezed, covering the bleeding wound with her hand and smiling weakly.

“Here, let me heal you…” Millie said.

The engorged vixen used telekinesis to rise Rogue from the ground and bring her closer. Then she put her hand on the bat’s chest, and a blue aura shrouded her wound. The bat watched with awe as the deep cut in her chest disappeared right before her eyes in mere seconds, leaving no scar at all.

“Thank you, Millie! You really are a Goddess now!” Rogue said reverently.

“I know, right?” Millie chuckled, proud of herself. She was intoxicated with her new powers but still deeply cared about her followers. “Now feed me this sneaky asshole, before he hurt someone else…” She added.

“Without a second thought, my Goddess!” Rogue exclaimed.

She dashed towards Shadow and yanked the illegibly murmuring hedgehog from under his unconscious echidna friend. She ripped off his clothes while Fiona took off his shoes and then they both brought him to Millie’s face head first. She only had to open her mouth for her devoted followers to gently push him into her throat.

She licked all over his face, then his chest, then his belly, but his flavor wasn’t nearly as good as Blaze’s. So she decided to deal with him as fast as possible, since she didn’t want another enemy to suddenly wake up and rip her belly open. It was so bloated that audibly creaked from tension and rested on the ground even when she stood upright.

Soon, only Shadow’s limp legs were sticking out of Millie’s mouth. She tilted her head up and allowed the gravity to assist her. She moaned and winced as the pressure inside her stomach was becoming simply unbearable. The black hedgehog was really reluctant to go in there even unconscious, and every gulp she took only pushed him an inch deeper.

Her followers didn’t dare to intervene, allowing their Goddess to finish her meal at her own pace. Finally, a minute later, she slurped in Shadow’s toes and took one last gulp, sending the stubborn prey all the way into her overfilled stomach.

“Hah… ha-ah… I’m soo full…” Millie panted, rubbing her engorged midsection with her fingertips. “I… UR-R-RP… am not sure I can fit the last one…” She murmured, letting out a thunderous belch and compacting her preys in her stomach a little.

“Even if you can… I will… rip your gut open… from the inside…” Knuckles groaned, forcing himself to get up.

His clothing was already gone, burnt by the fireball. So was the red fur on his chest, revealing one big patch of skin, fried to the crunchy crust.

“Oh, I’d love… to see you… try…” Millie panted.

The vixen used the levitation spell, rising the echidna in the air and bringing him closer to her face.

“M-maybe we should tie him, my Goddess?” Fiona asked worriedly.

“Nah, I should be…” Millie’s reply was rudely interrupted with a punch to her face, “…fine…” She finished grumpily. “Looks like this meat need a bit more tenderizing…” She added with a sadistic smile.

She flicked her fingers, and an unstoppable magical force smashed the echidna against the ground, again and again, until he was barely conscious. Then the vixen brought his rear to her face and began to swallow him in the most uncomfortable way she knew.

“You won’t… get away with this…” Knuckles wheezed.

“You know, this is getting old already…” Millie thought, rolling her eyes.

Every gulp was forcing Knuckles to bend in half tighter and tighter, hurting his scorched chest and the rest of his bruised body.

“She already did, now be a good prey and get in her belly!” Rogue cooed, ruffling Knuckles’s hair teasingly.

She began to gently push him down the predator’s throat. Fiona, meanwhile, knelt down next to Millie and snuggled to her monstrously bloated belly. She pressed her cheek against it, listening carefully to the chorus of voices: most of them moaned and whimpered in pain, and only two moaned in pleasure. Her hands gently rubbed and caressed the taut pelt of the predator, helping Millie’s abs relax and stretch.

The vixen definitely appreciated it, as swallowing her biggest enemy in the most uncomfortable way possible just for the sake of showing off certainly wasn’t a smart decision. Nevertheless, Millie didn’t back down. She gulped forcefully, stretching her jaws over Knuckles’s chest. Soon only his head and feet were sticking out of her throat.

“Bye-bye, big boy!” Rogue cooed mockingly, blowing a kiss to Knuckles.

Millie chuckled and took the last greedy gulp, shoving the hapless echidna into her chest. She winced and whined as the peristaltic contractions of the muscular walls of her esophagus slowly pushed her prey into her stomach. Finally, when he was completely inside and became a part of the giant ball of squirming bodies inside her overfilled gastric sack, she let out an earth-shaking belch and sighed with relief.

“Ugh… I hope this was the last one, ‘cause if I have to swallow one more struggling jerk – I’m definitely gonna puke…” Millie complained.

“But what about a willing jerk?” Rogue cooed, leaning over Millie’s belly and looking her in the eyes with pure adoration, making the vixen blush and lower her ears with embarrassment.

“Rogue, are you serious? Can’t you see that I’m… hic… absolutely stuffed?” Millie whined.

“Ple-e-ease! I risked my life to save you, don’t I deserve to be eaten for this at least?” Rogue pleaded.

Millie made a grumpy face and rolled her eyes.

“Fine, I will do that…” She murmured.

“Yay!” Rogue exclaimed.

She didn’t beat around the bush, fearing that the predator might change her mind. She swiftly stripped down to her underwear, showing off her big, bouncy breasts and curvy thighs that rivaled Millie’s. The vixen couldn’t help but feel her mouth filling with saliva and her stomach rumbling hungrily, despite the fact it was already stuffed with nine preys, only two of which were at least somewhat behaving.

“I have to say that you’re the most appetizing prey I’ve seen so far, Rogue!” Millie said.

“Aww, thank you! I hope that I’ll be the tastiest prey as well…” Rogue cooed. She flapped her wings, rising in the air and hovering over the predator’s head. “Open your mouth and prepare to swallow, my Goddess!” She added, bringing her bare feet to Millie’s face.

She didn’t have to ask twice – the greedy vixen immediately opened her mouth so wide that her jaw dislocated, revealing the dark abyss of her throat. Rogue began do slowly descent, putting her feet, then ankles and finally her shins straightly into that dark, rippling orifice.

“M-m-m, she surely tastes great! Even better than Blaze!” Millie thought with delight.

Gulp after gulp, she began to devour another loyal follower of hers. The muscular walls of her throat and then gullet rippled around the prey’s legs, gently massaging them and dragging Rogue deeper and deeper into the predator’s body. Soon Millie’s jaws stretched over her prey’s meaty posterior, and the vixen was once again amazed by its size and bounciness. The only prey who came close to Rogue was Vanilla, but unlike Vanilla, Rogue didn’t possess an obnoxiously zealous character and was therefore perceived by the predator as a much more desirable prey.

“Yes… devour me, my Goddess… make me a part of your gorgeous body once and for all…” Rogue begged, looking adoringly into Millie’s eyes.

“With great pleasure, my loyal follower…” Millie thought and purred.

She stretched her jaws over the bat lady’s breasts and nibbled on them playfully before taking another greedy gulp. Now only Rogue’s head and arms were sticking out of the predator’s mouth. Her legs, meanwhile, entered Millie’s stomach.

Millie licked all over Rogue’s face, soaking her fur with saliva, and took another long, greedy gulp. She slurped in her arms like noodles and sent the rest of the bat girl through the narrow fleshy tube of her esophagus and into her stomach.

Rogue moaned and huffed as she was forced between Knuckles and Sonic, pushing them aside and plunging deep into the ball of intertwined bodies of Millie’s numerous preys. She whined as the vixen let out a long belch, making the walls of her stomach shrink even tighter around her preys.

“Hah… hah… I… I’m definitely gonna… hic… burst…” Millie panted, rubbing her gigantic belly with trembling hands.

“But… maybe you have room for just one more?” Fiona finally spoke.

The vixen had been patiently waiting until her Goddess deals with their enemies and her friend. But now her patience ran out, and she wagged her fluffy tail with excitement, eager to join the others in Millie’s belly.

“Ugh, Fiona, come o-o-on!!! Do you even listen to me?!” Millie whined.

“But it is just unfair! Why am I the only one not honored to be eaten by you? I did my part and fought your enemies alongside you while the others were cowardly hiding in their huts!” Fiona cried out, pointing at a rat guy, who at that moment very conveniently peeked out of the window.

“Okay, okay, you got a point here…” Millie murmured, rubbing her aching belly with both hands to soothe the pain in her overfilled stomach. “But you will have to help me as much as you can,” She added.

“Of course, my Goddess! Thank you so much for your generosity!” Fiona exclaimed.

She followed Rogue’s example and stripped down in seconds, adding her clothing to the pile and approaching Millie only in her underwear. She had to climb on top of the predator’s overfilled belly, making her moan and whine as any pressure on it gave her discomfort. Luckily, Fiona was strong and agile, and pretty soon she reached her destination and gently pushed her hands into Millie’s throat.

“I’m a victim of my own popularity…” Millie thought gloomily.

She took the first weary gulp, then another one and another one, swallowing Fiona’s arms inch by inch. It was relatively easy, and even her head went down the predator’s throat with barely any resistance. But when her hands began to squeeze into the predator’s stomach, things immediately slowed down.

“Gosh, now I get it why she didn’t want to eat me…” Fiona thought.

She couldn’t open her mouth and talk with her snout constricted by the walls of the predator’s esophagus. Her arms, in turn, refused to go any deeper as they pressed into someone’s body. But Fiona was stubborn, so she gripped the taut pelt of Millie’s belly with her toes and began to straighten her legs and push herself deeper into the hapless predator’s throat.

“I’m starting to hate willing preys…” Millie thought, whining in pain.

Her belly ached so much that she feared it could rip open at any moment. Fortunately, the elasticity of her stomach was truly godlike. It managed to fit Fiona’s head and then her chest, leaving only her long legs sticking out of Millie’s throat.

The predator frowned resolutely, grabbed her prey by the ankles and shoved her legs down her gullet. She moaned and whined as the other vixen then slid all the way down and finally settled in her stomach, pinned to the ball of bodies of her preys by its elastic walls.

“Gosh… I… I did it… I… I ate 11 people…” Millie babbled, hardly believing her own words.

“Of course you did! You’re a Goddess, you’re capable of soo much more!” Fiona crooned, rubbing and massaging Millie’s stomach from within.

“Indeed! And you’ll be able to do even more after you digest us all!” Rogue echoed the praise, beginning to massage the predator’s stomach as well and making Millie huff with joy.

“I hope you’ll die of obesity, you insatiable monster!” Sonia yelled.

Just like the rest of Millie’s enemies, she wasn’t sharing the enthusiasm of Millie’s cultists at all. All their bodies were uniformly melting into colorful goo like ice cream on a hot summer day. To the willing preys it was the most blissful experience of their lives, while the unwilling ones were suffering their worst nightmare.

“In your dreams! I’ve digested five preys before and barely gained any weight at all!” Millie replied cheekily.

The other members of her still quite numerous cult finally left their huts and approached their leader.

“Hail to Goddess Millie!” They chanted in chorus, kneeling next to her and bowing to the ground.

“Better rub my belly and help me digest our foes,” Millie asked.

She didn’t have to ask twice as her followers gladly rose from their knees and surrounded her. The feeling of dozens of hands rubbing and massaging the taut furry pelt of her abdomen was simply divine, but being a goddess, Millie now expected no less.

The massaging sped up her digestion, and her monstrously bloated belly was becoming smoother and smaller by the second. Whisper and Tangle, buried under the bodies of all other preys, were the first to pass away. They were soon followed by Silver and Sonia. Sonic and Manic were next. Blaze and Knuckles didn’t last much longer.

“I… hate… you…” Shadow groaned.

He was the last of his friends to succumb to Millie’s stomach.

“But we love you…” Rogue murmured.

“Soo love you…” Fiona whispered.

They were the last who were devoured and the last who were digested as well. Now Millie’s stomach was full of thick, bubbling liquid that quickly drained into her bowels and was absorbed by her body.

Just as before, her body knew exactly where to put all her new gains. Her breasts grew to the size of her head, and so did her ass cheeks. Her muscles got even stronger and she grew a few inches taller.

“And I love you all, my faithful followers!” Millie crooned once her belly returned to its normal size and her cultists had nothing to rub anymore. “Let me show it not by words, but by deeds…” She added, walking to the wheat field.

“But you have already saved us from the cultists of the Old Faith, and that’s not just a deed, but a feat!” One of her followers objected.

“Indeed it is, but it won’t bring food to your tables, will it?” Millie chuckled. “This spell, on the other hand, will…” She added.

She raised her hands to the sky and then put them on the ground, making a wave of green energy spread from her. At first nothing did happen and some cultists even started whispering behind her back.

“Look, the wheat is growing!” One of them finally noticed the first blades of wheatgrass showing from the ground.

The cultists’ skepticism immediately turned into awe as the wheat fully grew before their eyes in mere minutes. They immediately fell to their knees and began to praise their goddess again.

“Hail to Goddess Millie! Hail to Goddess Millie! Hail to Goddess Millie!” They chanted ecstatically.

“Yes, hail to me…” Millie thought, smiling smugly as she basked in her people’s adoration, “…and to Surge, who started it all…” She remembered who was responsible for her resounding success.

Millie’s Cult

Written by: RedNastyFox

For: Nickmon12 aka Pyrovore

October 15, 2025

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