”JUMANJI! it is screamed throughout the caverns, the echoes of such awakening even the darkest of souls that reside within it. My voice holds anger and ravenous hunger as I lay with both newborns suckling greedily from my body. Where was that fucking devil anyhow? My mind races as I can do nothing but lay there while the life of me is being sucked away by these little demons. My head flops to lay against the cool moss of the cove that has long since been my own as I wait for him to arrive.

The birthing itself had been rather easy, my body a true professional after all of these years; and yet what they did not take from me as they entered the caverns, they stole from my teats while they fed. I want to be fed. I need to be fed. Where the fuck is he!? Another growl rumbles within my throat as I lift the front of my body up and perch myself upon my elbows, blackened eyes searching the dim-lit cave for the monochromatic figure of my lover. They circle the room before moving downward to the pair of whelps that now have finished their life-sucking force to nap at my belly.

I do not despise them as I had my last litter, no, these beings are made of utter perfection. My attentions drift toward the female first as my pink tongue swathes her in affection as she brings my mind from the hunger pains within my belly. The boy cries then with eyes and ears closed shut, entirely unaware of how loud he truly was being, and it is then that I turn to give him equal amounts of attention. His writhes beneath my touch, his cries only intensifying before dying out entirely as he falls into restful sleep.

A sigh heaves my entire body, jostling the two pups for a moment, as I impatiently await my devil’s return. I hunger for things of flesh and blood, be it canine or other.