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Mahiri could feel a haunting presence when he got home from work. Like, more than usual. He was fairly certain he hadn't invited anyone over for a visit that day. And while he was the sort who didn't especially mind when a friend decided to unexpectedly drop in for a visit, there was something in the air as soon as he stepped through the front door that immediately struck him as unfamiliar. Mainly it was the smell. There was something wafting thick and hazy through the air, making the light through the window shimmer from the heat. It smelled like a debaucherous mix of a male locker room after a vigorous group workout, mixed with at least a dozen people fucking, and a touch of something more unknowable, something indescribably sweet and intoxicating on a level no ordinary scent could ever be, infiltrating his senses with all the subtlety of a smack to the face.

Then there was the goo. That was a pretty dead giveaway. The leopard set down his bag of work clothes alongside the goopy trail, cautiously flicking his tail. He ran the possibilities through his head. Of all the people he knew, who could possibly leave a trail of pitch black, tar-like slime from his entrance way right over to his living room, alternately smeared and dripped as if someone was dragging a cracked can of paint. Though it was thicker than that. Oil, or tar, or molasses, those all could compare but even they didn't equal that gratuitously vicious something sticking to his once-pristine floor. By the way it was glistening, he guessed that it was still fresh. However fresh something as gross and gooey as that could be anyway.

He was as curious as he was cautious, his tail faintly twitching behind him as he ventured forth to see just who had invaded his peaceful domain. Maybe he was a bit tired after a long day of working at the spa, but the prospect of making a new friend was enough to energize him at least a little. And as for the mess, well he could deal with that later, he figured. Presuming it didn't just evaporate or, say, absorb back into body of whoever it belonged to. As he neared his living room, his ears were struck by the exorbitantly lewd schlicking sound that echoed from within, like a body being massaged with dollops of oil, squishing, sucking, schlorping up a juicy cacophony that was at the same time oddly sexy as well as just plain repellent. And as he soon found out, the gleaming trail of glop was only a small preview of the real mess.

There wasn't a lot that genuinely shocked that cat anymore. Even the weirdest of sights he could mostly shrug off as just another thing that happened. But he had to allow himself to be at least briefly stunned when he saw the state of his own living room. From floor, to walls, to ceiling, and especially all over his poor couch, there was an enormous, glossy mess of sticky black whatever-it-was slathered over pretty much the entire room, plastered over his decorations, soaked into his furniture, absorbing into the rug like a sponge, and oozing into the cracks of the hardwood floor. Even more was pouring out from a dripping, pumping, steaming hot and soaking wet cock that of matching midnight hue, being shamelessly worked by a pair of hands and a great long tongue alike that seemed to be as much made of slime as it was muscle.

It was hard for Mahiri to even tell what he was looking at on first glance. Between the steamy, sauna-like haze of the room and the blatant face-punching musk that was making his eyes water just a bit, not to mention the concealing glaze of self-made ooze clinging to the intruder's body, the demon's silhouette wasn't immediately clear. That was definitely the word for him though. Demon. There really was no other possible explanation for the sight of a red and black, fangy chipmunk with brightly glowing red eyes, all sprawled out on his couch, short wings outstretched, twitching with the pleasure coursing through his body as he vigorously jerked himself off right in front of the house's owner as if nothing was odd about that. He barely even seemed to acknowledge the cat until Mahiri cleared his throat.

"Uh," the leopard simply said, stepping carefully to avoid dipping his toes into the dark corruption slowly spreading across the floor in winding tendrils of goop.

"Oh, hey," the demon said, reeling his tongue back in with a indulgently sloppy slurp that seemed to go on for a full fifteen seconds, almost drowning out his brief words.

Mahiri really wasn't sure what else to say. The entrance had been entirely inappropriate, of course. And the smell coming off all that mess was going to make it awfully hard to clean up without passing out facefirst into it all. It was already making his legs a little shaky. Like he wanted to just keel over while the smell of unholy sweat and other fluids swam into his thoughts like a parasite. Ready to control him, to weaken him, to break down his resistance until he just decided it was okay. The demon could stay as long as he liked That goop was drooling from the creature's mouth, but also flowing steadily from his cock in silky glops, so it was hard to say what it was exactly. But god was it ever slimy to the touch. He knew that as soon as it crept up to his toes, immersing him to the ankles as the tide swept past him before he could even step back.

"Who are you, exactly?" Mahiri wasn't sure if he was indignant, amused, or even nervous. All three could have applied to find a strange apparent demon just sitting there so casually pleasuring himself on his couch, redecorating his modest living room like he owned it. Maybe he did now, with that smell seeping into everything the cat owned.

The munk just shrugged. He let his cock plap against his belly as he stood up, a torrent of his own juices just rolling off of him. Aside from a pair of boxers wrapped around his thighs, cradling his balls, he was completely naked. And that garment was barely there, soaked so deeply in his raunchy, sinful sweat as to be almost translucent, just a rag for all his musk. The chipmunk didn't even need to step out of them. A tug at them and they came apart as if they were made of paper, practically dissolved by the wetness pouring from his body, left sopping and dripping as he let them dangle there by one finger. A wicked grin spread across his demonic face, showing off those distinctly un-chipmunk-like fangs.

"You're pretty cute. Guess you were worth the wait," he grunted, licking his lips with his tremendous tongue. He stepped forward.

Mahiri really wasn't sure what to do. Run? Protest? Call for help? But the more he basked in that sweltering mess, in the potent aromas that invaded his every thought, making it hard to think as if there was goop stuck in his brain itself, clogging it up, the less sensical his thoughts became. Instead, it all just left him just curling his toes down into the slime as he stepped back, pressing his back to the wall, biting his lower lip. Alarmed, but aroused. Knowing he was in dangerous company. But drunkenly, stupidly welcoming it, no matter how gross (in the best of ways and also the worst) that juicy mess of a chipmunk really was.

"Open up," the demon insisted, less commanding and more just being pushy. He already had his free hand on the leopard's shoulder, gripping so tightly he could have lifted him off his feet with his fingers alone.

When the cat didn't immediately obey, he just shoved forth anyway. Mahiri was soon getting a mouthful of those boxers, if they could even be called such anymore. It was more just a ruined scrap, a sweat rag that squished into his mouth with a splat, squeezing out even more of that potent perspiration until that poor leopard really had no choice but to choke it down. He writhed as he did, feeling it coating his throat, clinging to his tongue, simply attaching to his tastebuds like he was never going to know another flavour again. Just that hot demon musk, right from the source, all accumulated into a syrupy mouthful for him to gag on.

At least the munk didn't make him outright eat it, though most of those boxers ended up in the cat's mouth, all balled up and bulging his cheeks. When he finally released the pressure, he left the cat sputtering and choking, slumping down to cough out that sodden rag of sweat, drooling for a while as he gagged. Plenty of him loved it. It was hard to be upset when the deeper, sluttiest side of him wanted nothing more than to suck and savour that sweat right out for even longer. But demonically enticing demon scent was a little much for his mere mortal body. He was overwhelmed, dizzy, barely even able to stand. And the wicked munk really wasn't helping, instead just giving him a little nudge, which was all he needed to topple the leopard right over, leaving him splashing down into a puddle of goo, groaning and breathing shakily.

The musk-munk simply loomed over him for a while, looking proud of himself. "Good, right?"

The leopard didn't respond or even seem to hear. Though his bright green eyes were open, they were glazed, unfocused, barely even seeing as he stared up at the demon. The cat's mouth hung open, his tongue flopped over the side, hanging down his cheek. He was panting like a dog, drooling plenty. It was hard to say what was his own saliva and what was demon sweat. And he really didn't get long to recover before he was getting inundated with even more of that smelly warmth, his face soon enveloped in it as a thick munk foot came mashing down upon his face. It was coated in sweat and goo alike, and all the juices deliciously squishing from between his toes as he pressed a smooth sole upon the leopard's muzzle and applied some pressure.

"Cat like you loves getting dominated. You can see it from a mile away. Just the way they move. Don't even pretend you don't love every single second of this," the chipmunk said, and he was hardly even taunting. Just stating it as fact.

Mahiri was in no position to argue, or even speak. He kept his lips sealed, trying not to swallow any more of the mess. That just left his nose all gunked up with slime instead, leaving him sputtering anyway, trying to clear it out but just snorting and mewling beneath that soft foot. The pads rubbed along his face, gliding up and down, well-lubricated as the scritched and scraped along those delicate, girly features. The leopard's fur was more or less ruined by then, his grooming entirely undone to leave him a frazzled mess, and his hair was soaking so deeply in the goo around him it was working the dye right out of it, bringing out the natural black that still wasn't as dark as all that demon ooze.

It was all just a sample by comparison. The foot held him down, but it didn't completely encompass him, didn't overtake his every sense in the sweltering smell of demon. When that munk just turned his fat tail around, Mahiri knew what was coming. He could only vaguely struggle in the muck, all but glued to the floor by then as he saw that thick ass coming down on him. Plush, wide, soft. Those plump cheeks framed a fat donut pucker that was as pitch black as the demon's goo, glistening so bright it was almost blinding with all the sweat that was clinging to it. It was so slick that when he settled it upon the kitty's muzzle there was a distinct wet squish of lushly soaking flesh to his lips, locking them into a deep, lewd kiss that lasted for a full ten seconds before he rose back up with a juicy pop.

"Go on and take a sniff, cat. This is pretty much all you get to breathe now, so, you know. Better get used to it. Not that you ever can."

Mahiri was already getting close at least, sliding into that hazy, swirling height of sensual immersion, intoxication, that sloppy musk-drunk that would have had him staggering if he actually managed to get to his feet. It was getting hard for him to remember what day it was, how he'd ended up there in the first place, or even his own name. So he was getting a little suggestible. When he found himself being smothered, he struggled. But the warm, wet grind the demon got going on his face, from his chin to his lips to his nose, swiping up and down to make sure he got every single drop of the thickest, hottest sweat mashed into his nostrils was doing it for him. He found himself immersed in that fluffy tailbase, or partly trapped in that clenching asshole, or just getting roughly stuffed into that swampy valley of a demontaint, and when the only other choice was suffocating or choking on sweat. So he sucked a breath through his nose, getting instantly, utterly invaded by those unnaturally enticing pheromones, by that satiny, deeply profane flavour that clung to every ounce of musk oozing from the goo-demon's monstrous body.

And did it ever work on him. The cat was at once transformed from squirming victim to shattered slut, drooling and dumb as he huffed the demonmunk's fat asshole. He sucked the scent right out and he snorted the sweat off of that shining rim, opening his mouth to swallow it here and there. Drinking of him, worshipping him like some sort of god, while his body twitched and shuddered as he struggled to even properly process the unrelenting assault on his senses. He couldn't even remember other tastes. This was the only one he needed. He didn't even need to be told to start licking that hot taint, working his roughly-textured tongue like a towel to take on the impossible task of actually getting that sweaty valley clean. Or maybe it was more of a sponge, soaking up all that salty perspiration, filling his mouth with it to ensure he was gulping, chugging really with just how hot things were getting.

He couldn't stay down there forever. His body had limits. Even if he wasn't feeling them. He wasn't feeling anything but pure adoration for that fine ass, working his way back up, scooping his tongue right inside that hole to dig dip and pleasure. He pumped it back and forth, fucking that rump with his sandpapery slurper, moaning like a demon's whore, drooling plentifully, purring, twitching. And that cat was hard, too. He'd gone from resistant to stupidly, powerfully horny, pretty well just shooting out his precum onto his creamy white belly. Not that he could compare to the such hellish excess, to that streaming, steaming goo-cum that drizzled down his erect black spire, leaving the cat bathing in it from the waist down as the decadent deluge painted dark patterns over his spotted thighs.

Just before Mahiri could actually pass out or experience death by ass, the munk mercifully withdrew. It took a little tugging. That cat muzzle was wedged deep in there by the end, trapped and stuck between his cheeks, the situation not helped at all by his clenches of pleasure. That kitty tongue felt good. He was loathe to give it up after just a few minutes. But he needed the cat alive and well for all the other demonic plans he had for him. He couldn't help but grin again as he gazed down at that drooling kitten, seeing just how much he'd changed his mood and mind with just a few sultry whiffs, knowing that those glazed green eyes weren't even seeing him as they stared right back up at him once he peeled his ass off that pretty face. The cat's hair was ruined, washed down and drenched in munkstank, leaving the best the leopard could do for communication as a few faint whimpers and mewls.

"Well aren't you the cutest little thing," the demon snorted. "I bet you'd let me do just about anything I want with you about now, wouldn't you?"

He didn't get much more of an answer than a few heavy breaths and another needy, broken cat-whimper.

"Thought so. Let's get those legs up."

That was one thing the cat couldn't actually do to serve the demon. He was pretty sure he was paralyzed or something. Or maybe just generally defeated. Either way, the munk had to grip at those soft thighs himself, raising them first straight up, and then higher and higher until the leopard's ankles were right beside his ears. Bent right in half, though it didn't bother him any. Cats were built for flexibility, even when they were broken. And judging by the sound of the grossly wet plap of a slime-dripping demon dick right against a tight kitty rim, they weren't even going to need to worry about lube. The munk just provided that himself.

There was nothing elegant about it. The demon just started humping, stretching the cat into that extreme mating press, flattening him to the goopy floor beneath his weight, pouring sweat down all over him like he was a swollen raincloud, further ruining that fur with the constant deluge of spicy droplets, musking him up beyond what seemed possible. He missed a few times first, just clubbing the kitty's booty with the blunt tip of his cock, spanking one cheek, then the other, smearing goo along the underside of his spotted tail, gliding across his own desperately pulsing feline dick. When he finally hit his target, shoving hard against that flexing ring, he wasn't gentle.

The cat wasn't so out of it as to forget how to scream. It was a wail, one of those bizarre, alley-cat screeches that haunted the night as he got soundly penetrated, his belly bulging with the outline of a fat tip working its way into his guts. His toes curled, catching at the edge of his ears, his mouth fell open, constantly projecting those bizarre, seemingly distressed noises. But no, that was just the sound of a slutty cat getting exactly what he needed. Those fat munk hips started working, rutting him down into the slime-coated ground, burying inch after inch of demondick inside of him, thumping him and sliding him along on a coating of black goo while clutching him close.

All the screaming was a little much. The demon put a stop to that with his tongue, just jamming it past those open lips, those parted teeth, and penetrating that sweet feline throat with its broad, flexible shape. The cat instantly choked on it, gagging rapidly for a few seconds, his eyes watering, but he adjusted. He really had no other choice. It looked like he was just going to have to contend with all that goop running down his throat, even if it was making him feel clogged, gunked, dangerously close to just drowning in that gratuitous slime. The only thing that kept him from choking out was the constant plunge back and forth he soon felt, as the demon started fucking his face right along to the same rhythm he was rutting that cushy ass. The leopard was trapped, wrapped, and stretched, the outline in his trim white middle so distinct every vein of the demon's flexing dick was visible.

He didn't seem to care if he broke the cat. His thrusting was more just a brutal, arrhythmic pounding, spanking his sweat nuts against that ass, flinging musk all over with every juicy impact. All he was doing was pleasuring himself with the leopard's body, rubbing himself off with that tight, squeezing ass. When he curled his tongue the right way, he'd make Mahiri gag again, which just cause him to clench down on that cock. Every choke made him even more fuckable. So the munk just kept unraveling his tongue, extending it to obscene length, bulging down that white gullet until it was pretty much in the leopard's belly. Just how far could it go? It was bunching up between his lips, clearly not even close to the end of it. Maybe there wasn't one.

The demon's actual cumshot was even thicker than his pre. The leopard could feel it coming in those bulges of that cock, in the way the munk got even wilder, drooling thicker, heavier right down his throat while he lustfully ruined that tight hole with humps so rapid they all blurred together. Every impact was a splatter of juices on the walls. Mahiri felt like he could feel that dick in his belly. And when he felt those plump balls tightening up against his ass, he knew was what coming but he still wasn't prepared. A gloppy, sticky, clinging, coating, bloating mess shot out strong inside him, the impact along leaving him reeling. It was blasting, exploding, absolutely erupting up into his tender innards, and there was nothing he could do about but faintly twitch, muffledly choke and mewl, and start to stretch right out with the burdensome load.

He was left trying to groan as he felt his skin pulled taut by his expanding gut. He was left feeling like he'd gorged himself as the demon unloaded his nuts inside his body. All that goo-cum mixed in with the stuff running down his throat, giving a sensation like his insides themselves were simply being replaced by slime. He was grateful for that tongue finally popping out of his throat, retracting with a rapid tug, reeling right back up into the munk's wet jaws. But he didn't get to enjoy his newly restored ability to breathe clearly, because he was soon choking up that cum as it continued to test his limits. Inflating him, rounding him, and welling right back up his throat from the pressure, until he was left with it running in thick strands from his lips, or snorting it from his nostrils.

Just when he thought he was in danger of simply bursting, he felt that shocking, sudden withdrawal of the demon's cock from his butt. Of course, the munk wasn't done cumming. Even if it had been a full minute of pasting up the leopard's insides. The rest, he just emptied all over the cat, and with so much more precision than his lazy, brutish nature usually displayed. That was just to ensure there was absolutely no detail, no patch of fur, not a single rosette, left clean. The initial layer of sweat already coated him from ears to tail, and the munk just hummed and grunted as he painted down the leopard in the darkness of hell, cumming on every single part of him until there was nothing left recognizable. Just a creamed, soaked, slathered, drenched feline completely covered in goo-cum, looking as if mummified in that silky, almost latex-like coating.

It took him a while to even manage to lift his arms. They were stuck to the floor, and he was so much weaker after that ruthless treatment. The popped free, and he managed to lift them to his face for just long enough to wipe his mouth free. That left him wheezing out, gasping and choking, spitting goop right up into the air to splat back down on his chest as he forcefully cleared his throat. His eyes were still covered and his hair was more slime than his own anymore. But at least he wasn't going to suffocate. It was a little close for a while there. The smell had never stopped affecting him. He couldn't tune it out, couldn't go numb to it. And with his very nostrils filled with its source, all those sinful, indulgent pheromones ensured he wasn't able to think about anything other than core, basic instinct and survival. And arousal. He still had a hard cock, throbbing away against his fattened belly, despite everything. Though even once the goop started sliding from it, it was still stained black as if dipped in ink.

The demon gave him some time. Though he was looming. Even without being able to see, Mahiri could tell that much. He managed to catch his breath, sort of. It wasn't like there wasn't a lot of air in there that didn't smell like munk taint. He was still swallowing some of the goo that dribbled down his face and into his open, huffing mouth. So it was an uphill battle. The feeling came back to his legs, reminding him that they were even there. The numbness of his rump was replaced with a slight sting of bruising from those thumping balls and hips. Inside though, he felt fine. He'd been rutted stupid, but not all torn up or anything. Or maybe it was just the coating of goo clinging to his insides that kept all the pain away. Either way, he'd somehow survived the messiest, goopiest, noisiest, slimiest, deepest, grossest fucking he was ever going to get. And that was something in itself.

The munk was even so kind as to get him a towel. Actually, no, that was a blanket. One that was soon utterly ruined as it soaked up some of that tar-like stuff from the leopard's fur. It definitely wasn't really going away, stubbornly clinging to him as if it meant to merge with him, to become his second skin. But he got slightly cleaner with the demon's wiping attention, at least. Enough that he could see, blinking away a few last goopy drops. Then he could hear mostly right again, though things still sounded slightly underwater. The worst spots were between his toes and fingers. He couldn't pry any of his digits apart no matter how much he tried. Simply glued together. But with enough sloppy struggling, dragging himself through the growing puddle that was his entire living room, he managed to sit up before he was completely swept away or permanently adhered to the floor.

That tongue was out again. Oozing, sweeping, snaking all around as if it had a mind of its own. It moved inquisitively towards the ruined leopard, bobbing back and forth, almost as if trying to mesmerize him. Though the demon was too unsubtle to ever achieve something so delicate as hypnosis. The drops of goo falling from that shimmering slurper were the size of Mahiri's fist, splatting down to the coated floor with a simmering splash. Everything was so humid and hot it felt like they were underwater. The air was thick enough to swim through. The leopard couldn't tell what perspiration was even his anymore, but every inch of his fur was sticking to him, ruffled and disorderly, absolutely steaming with the forbidden smell of demon sex. He was just so utterly destroyed that he reached out to bat away that intruding tongue, carefully pushing it away from his face with both hands as if to silently say 'no more.'

Such an action just ended up backfiring on him when he felt that slurper dragging over his palms, smearing his stuck-together fingers in even more of that pervasive mess. And moreover, tasting him. That much was evident by the exaggerated groan the munk rumbled up from deep within, even going so far as to close his eyes as he seemingly moaned out in pleasure at taking in the leopard's flavour. Mahiri really couldn't do much to resist as that tongue lunged for him, whipping forth like a frog's to suddenly wrap around his shoulders faster than he could even perceive, pinning his arms to his sides with the strength of a constrictive grip. And then it just kept winding, extending out foot after foot to wrap him up from top to bottom, holding his arms in place, squeezing on his waist, his ass, sliding up and down his cock teasingly, and finally forcing his legs together as the tip reached to his ankles. That sloppy grip was as unbreakable as a python's, and was wringing out even more of that vile black nectar into his skin.

Somehow, the munk could speak even with his tongue so thoroughly occupied.

"Tasty kitty," he simply said. "Probably a good snack."

He wasn't even acting especially predatory or ravenous. Simply casually hungry. As if the cat was nothing more than a bag of chips to him. One he could fuck anyway. And so Mahiri got no warning before he was tugged forward, left stretched out and sliding across the floor as he was dragged along, his head forced up towards those sweltering jaws as the demon drooled for him. It was all pitch black, running so thick he could hear it pattering down the munk's chest in those moments of anticipation. Deadly fangs framed the cat's vision, leaving him wondering if he was about to lose his head in a single bite. They were dripping plenty too, their white gleam partly concealed by the gunk. And the demon's breath was puffing out so hot, Mahiri felt like he was being dangled over an active volcano. A not-so-virginal sacrifice. His face ran slick with even more sweat the longer he lingered there, inches away from danger.

Then came the first bite. There was no actual biting involved, mind. Certainly he felt those fangs sliding through his ruined hair, briefly combing it as if those locks could possibly be fixed. Then they were tickling along the back of his neck and his throat, then his shoulders. Pressing in, giving a nibble, the demon just laid right back, his arms behind his head as he leaned against the nearby wall, sitting on his fat ass in a puddle of his own fresh juices, nonchalant as could be as he muffled the leopard's startled cry in the hungry folds of his throat, smacking him right in the face with frightfully forceful peristalsis. The strength of those gulps claiming the first inches of that soft feline muzzle made it abundantly clear what was about to happen.

Of course the munk wasn't subtle about it either. He must have been exaggerating with all those noises. Those slipper gulps and gobbles, stopping just short of omnomnomming his way over the leopard's head. His tongue released his prey inch by inch, but such liberation was short-lived when it meant sliding into his gullet's embrace. It squeezed just as hard, seeming to nearly vacuum-seal around the kitty's face while he bulged his way into the unbearable heat. It was just short of sizzling him, leaving him dizzy, uncomfortable, and only amplifying all the lecherous aromas wafting all around the cat's head. There was a different smell waiting for him below. One that was less sexy, and more just ominously damp, intense, sharp even for his clogged nostrils. It probably wasn't going to be nice for him down there.

He was easily tilted vertical before he had even made it far. That tongue alone kept his toes pointed towards the ceiling, leaving his every useless wriggle a dangerous test of the only thing keeping him from plummeting all the way down. The demon sort of savoured him. He didn't put much effort into it, but he gnawed and he licked, intrusively slathering the cat with that binding tongue while he fed him down his gullet. One squeeze at a time. Like he was going to just crush the life out of him before he even finished his meal. But his throat was far too squishy for that, pulled up tight with every noisy gulp, that deep, resounding glurrrp seeming to outright echo around the cat's ears as he was eaten whole. He couldn't even find his voice to fuss.

The process of devouring him was at the same time a sloppy, and increasingly gross slide into those humid innards glorping down below him, as well as surprisingly precise. He was perfectly inverted, held in position by that tongue, unable to even wriggle his way from side to side. All that his struggle succeeded in doing was flexing his muscles against that constricting muscular organ. It was just short of choking the life out of him. He hadn't had a breath of fresh air since he'd stepped in through the door, but it was really getting to him. Maybe he would get lucky, he thought as he inched down towards the terrible ominous sounds of rapid gurgling and splorching down below, and just pass out before he got to feel what it felt like to get dunked headfirst into a pool of a demon's digestive enzymes. From the intensely churning sound of them that got louder the closer he was gulped towards them, they weren't exactly gentle, kicking up so much more activity than a normal stomach usually contained.

When he pushed and popped past a particularly resistant sphincter, his head finally slipping into that belly proper, he was immediately stricken by the scent of acid. It burned his eyes and nose alike, made him grit his teeth as he struggled to seal his lips as tightly as they could go. That was going to be important for the first few seconds of it, as he got shoved beneath the hotly bubbling surface and held there for a while as the rest of his body rapidly followed. The munk worked that kitty cock hard as he overtook the cat's hips, though not for any particular effort. It just got caught up in those glurking swallows, squeezed and rubbed at by the slime running down with the ruined leopard, while he desperately pushed to free his arms and raise himself from the digestives so he didn't drown in them.

Left coughing and sputtering in the bottom of the demon's gut, he was finally given a chance to kick as that tongue unwound from his legs. And he did, despite how pointless it was. A wild flail of his feet and tail, back and forth, side to side, as if he somehow might reverse gravity itself and pull himself back out of that deadly pit of acid. All it actually accomplished was giving the demon the chance to subdue his prey with a little nip of teeth, catching the cat on the lower thighs with his fangs, before sucking him in with a lewdly extended slurp that went on for at least fifteen seconds, sounding like a partly clogged drain. Schulurrrrrrrp.

Finishing off the cat left his tail flailing, wiggling like a noodle between the chipmunk's lips, flinging off spit and slime and sweat in every direction. Adding a little final artistic touch to the indulgence redecoration of the living room, an elegant spatter to contrast the quadruple-layered painting everything else was getting. And then the leopard was gone. The last of him bulged down the munk's compressing gullet, forced into his chest, then sagging into his belly. At first it was an awkward position, limbs bent in all kinds of strange ways, but enough wriggling around and he managed to curl up into something more resembling fetal position. Hugging at his knees, and tucking his head down towards his chest, he kept himself as upright as possible, but it was already too late for that to matter. He was utterly coated in that digestive slime. Feeling it working past his fur and to his skin almost made him miss the goo. At least it was gentler.

There was no doubt about what the demon intended for him. He wasn't getting out of that gut alive. He thumped the walls, he kicked and squirmed, refusing to just submit to such a fate, but it wasn't much use. The munk just slapped him a couple times, bringing his palms down on his bulging belly to help subdue him, drumming on him a few times. Vaguely teasing. But mostly just kneading, soothing himself, relaxing back in his own mess to huff through his fangs and work up a rude belch that echoed out throughout the room. That just meant things were pulling tighter, wrapping up around the kitty's body, sticking to him, oozing all over him. The churning was already so loud it drowned out the whimpers.

Given more time to actually react to what was happening to him, and Mahiri might have managed to actually panic. But it all went too fast. First it was just his toes and his butt sizzling there at the bottom of that gut. Then it was rising much higher, overtaking his legs, then his cock which was somehow still hard through all that. Feeling that getting tingled, itched, and then burned at ought to have made him cry out, but he was simply breathless, overwhelmed, never quite numb but certainly running out of energy and the capacity to resist. His belly, his chest, then up to his neck. He had to tilt his head back just to keep his face above the surface, to breathe what vaguely resembled air, singing his nostrils as he choked it down just to sustain himself a little longer. But when the churning rose right up over his head, completely filling that digestive chamber with juices, there was nothing more to do but gurgle beneath the surface, sending bubbles up to the top, inspiring a whole series of impressively crude belches from the demon that sent black slime soaring across the room to hit the windows.

That munk didn't even seem to be paying him much attention anymore. A few pats, a little rub, but he didn't tease him, didn't toy with him. Simply digested him. That poor kitty was violently dissolving at a rate no normal gut could ever work. He could feel it. Parts of himself, sloughed off, skimmed off the surface, peeled, softened, reduced. Then much more drastic changes. Bits of him made so squishy that they simply pulled off of the rest of him like tender meat. Feet. Hands. Tail. And worst of all, his naughty bits. He might he bemoaned that for longer, but all he could really do was twitch. All the meat on his bones was being melted right off with vicious roils of those fluids, and chunky bits of former cat floated about and mingled with each other. Then there was just a skeletal clatter.

Really by then the leopard should have long, long since faded from awareness. He wasn't really feeling anything anymore. And his sense of smell had finally gone dead, which was a refreshing mercy. He couldn't exactly perceive anything, yet still he somehow knew exactly where he was. And in time, there was light, too. Sort of a greenish blue, a bit eerie really. It lit up his apparent surroundings, which were just as fleshy as before, still working inwards with heavy glorps that he only just then realized he could hear again. That stomach was still churning, still digesting at something, but he couldn't feel it. Only watch it happen as the lighting flickered.

"Mmf. Good soul. Pretty innocent. Hits the spot. Spots. Heh.." The demon sounded like he was half asleep, mostly muttering to himself. "Guess I'll keep it for a while or forever or whatever."

Another belch, this one puffing out a smoky wisp that matched the glow all around what remained of Mahiri, and the munk's gut set to work even more loudly. It was deafening as it sloshed upon the ethereal glow of the cat, that goopy, shimmering outline of his former body. He'd never expected a soul to be so literal. Nor did he truly understand how important it was to protect it. Or what was even happening to him. All that he knew, was that he was growing fainter, as the clear, translucent figure started to resemble him less and less. Features dribbled, curves flattened and turned to goop. He looked like a wax statue in the heat, slowly pouring down towards the bottom, accumulating in a puddle that held only a faint flicker of the former glow. And then it was absorbed, sucked down into the demon's intestines right along with all the meat he'd already absorbed.

There wasn't much time to do it, but with what remained of his stretching, increasingly formless mouth he gave a silent cry. His face turned to goop, and his shoulders melted down into the rest. He was a mound of slime, then just a bigger and bigger puddle, bubbling a bit, slowly shrinking as he was all absorbed. His soul casually digested by a demon, perhaps not fully destroyed, but getting absorbed and stolen. He still wasn't gone, exactly. Still thinking, even feeling. But he was helpless. Stuck in his own mind. And trapped in the sweaty demon munk's body.

He felt himself being transferred all around, swapped from one body part to another as the munk made up his mind. First just to his gut, leaving him feeling it jiggling and expanding as he rapidly absorbed all the nutrients stolen from his leopard prey. Then down to his nuts, leaving Mahiri's entire experience as nothing more than feeling every little clench of that slime-packed sack. And then back, to one cheek of that fat ass, and then the other. He couldn't pick a favourite, so he just held the leopard's melted soul and existence right up between. Right where he could feel the wobble that he'd added with all the extra fat the munk was soon wearing from rapidly digesting the cat. And right where he could feel every single lusty clench of that slick, shining, sweaty pucker, which grew plumper with the presence of a trapped soul.

He could do absolutely nothing about his fate. It was entirely in the lazy, horny chipmunk's hands. And those hands were casually wrapped around his cock once more, stroking up and down, barely even committing to jerking off. Just playing with himself. But even then, Mahiri could feel that ass flexing, feel those tingles and sparks of pleasure running through the munk's prostate, feel every single little squeeze. He was part of that same thick, dripping butt he'd so brainlessly worshipped. And that was right where he was going to stay until, or if, his captor decided otherwise.

"Made sense to me. Such a slut for my butt. That's where you go now. Until ... eh, fuck it, I dunno. Until later. Or always." He shrugged, though Mahiri couldn't tell. "Anyway, need a nap. Don't expect me to be chatty. Not in the habit of talking to my assfat. Sleep tight, or whatever."

Slumping back in his own slime, he let his indulgence steam all around him, soaking him in his own scent like a sauna. Amplifying it. Reapplying it. Making it somehow even more potent as it oozed out of him and swamped the entire house in the permanent mark of the richly raunchy demonmunk. Someone was going to catch a whiff soon enough. Probably anyone who wandered by on the street, even. And if they were dumb or horny enough to follow the trail, well then that was fine with him. He was going to need another cute face to put his ass on, now that it was somehow even bigger, even juicier, and probably even muskier thanks to the delicious contribution of ... whatever his name was. That cat. The leopard. Or maybe a cheetah. He was probably going to forget by the time he woke back up from his predatory nap, and he couldn't be bothered to care.