"Thank the lord that shift is over..." Clara yawned, throwing the bag over her shoulder, leaving the store with a friendly, if exhausted wave to her friend and co-worker. Stepping out into the cold night air, the grey Canine gave a small shiver despite the presence of a peach coloured sweater covering the top half of her busty frame. She liked her breasts, she liked the way they looked pushed, bulging outwards against the confines of her top. It was the little things sometimes that provided the biggest boosts of confidence. Feeling good about one's body and how one looked to others was an easy method for Clara to possess an extra skip in her step.
Shaken out of her wandering thoughts by the pick up of another chilly breeze, the Canine picked up the pace, practically jogging through the near-empty streets, wanting nothing more than to make it home. Clara could already picture it, sinking inside of her spacious bath tub, candles crackling, bubbles blooping, a glass of Chardonnay... Ooh it hit her in all of the right places.

With something to aim for, Clara paused and bit her lip as she looked over her shoulder and then all around. The Canine wasn't able to spy a single soul on the streets other than herself. Turning her attention to the ally-way, Clara considered sprinting through the half-mile short cut. It meant the difference of about ten minutes to the journey home, ten minutes that the Canine really rather wanted.

Making up her mind, Clara began to run at a leisurely pace through the narrow gap between two buildings. She could see her exit up ahead, lit by a single lamp, the exit would squeeze the Canine out into a street a few turns and twists away from her home.

Half-way through her lofty run, Clara picked up on the first of many foul smells that would invade her senses over the course of the next few minutes. Passing a steam drain that was busy venting smelly fumes out into the world, Clara held her breath as she leapt over it, picking up speed, putting the nasty fumes behind her... at least that was what she thought.
Less than a minute later the scent had caught up and was if possible even worse than before. Gagging at the noxious stench, Clara slowed down to a jog, turning her head... and immediately breaking out into a sprint followed by a horrified scream.

"Whuh... what the FUCK IS THAT?!" She yelped, daring to look over her shoulder at the massive viscous green blob. The thing was constantly folding over itself to provide a terrifyingly effective form of movement. The thing groaned and gurgled hungrily after its prey, slopping and sliming the surrounding walls, chasing down Clara with an impressive pace.
"Huff... huff.. huff... oh God no... ack! Nnnfh!" Feeling her momentum give way, Clara toppled to the ground with a painful crash, tumbling over herself a few times before coming to a stop on her belly, winded, bruised... and frightened.

The poor Canine barely had any time to recover before the hefty predatory blob was upon her, oozing voraciously over her feet, squelching and jiggling its way north, up her long slender back legs, devouring her jean-clad rear with ease before the monstrous blob began to fold around her belly and the rest of Clara's upper body.
The Canine groaned as she felt its warmth creep upwards.

"G-get... get offa me... please..." Clara whimpered, determined to crawl away from the hungry blob on her stomach if that's what it took. Panting and gasping, the Canine fought for every inch, even as the sickly mass flexed around the pieces of her body that it had already gobbled up, chewing on them in an almost playful manner.
"You're... you're gonna have to work for me you son of a slime..." She growled, throwing her arm forwards in an attempt to squeeze free... only to gasp in terror as it became stuck under the green mass, close enough to the surface to be made out quite clearly.
"Nnngh... no... not... like... this!" She moaned, shrieking as she was suddenly "swallowed" deeper, her face pulled against the blob, hyperventilating as it started to sink into the blob too. Soon enough Clara's head was no more, leaving her free arm and most of her upper body to twitch and flail helplessly before they too were gobbled up, the monstrous blob giving a satisfied gurgle of contentment as its prey was passed towards its back end, splattered there, clear on display as it began to roll heavily towards the next source of food it could find.

Clara's outline was a picture terror. Her mouth agape in an endless, silent scream while her limbs pushed desperately at the clingy blob that had claimed her.

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By now, you all probably know of my weakness for blobs, so it's no wonder that I would come back to the idea of a pile of goo slurping up another helpless victim, though this one puts up a fight until the end! Once again, the story had been contributed by my amazing friend  EclairTalon I absolutely adore the way he writes, and since he happens to enjoy writing short description stories for pieces *hint hint, wink wink*, I just knew I had to have him make this one. I was not disappointed in the least! Thank you for helping out, bro! You know I'll always appreciate it!

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